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carriedawatermelon · 4 months ago

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Ronancetober, day five. Back to pure fluff. Auntsy-verse. Another short one, feat. Robin Harrington, teen Nancy’s poor choices in decor, and Milk Duds as consolation.

Prompt: Action Movie

They’re in the theatre for Inception, a large popcorn in Robin’s lap where she sits between her aunts. Robin has Milk Duds and Nancy has M&Ms and they all have sodas the size of their heads, as is their summer tradition.

All of Steve’s kids come to Aunt Camp for a weekend, usually more, cascading so that there are various combinations of little Harringtons in the house but always also at least a little one-on-one time. When the oldest Harrington called in the middle of her first year college exams to ask if she could still come to Aunt Camp, halfway to tears and underslept, they’d made it very clear that they wanted her to come forever, that there was no age limit.

Now she’s finished with her sophomore year and talking with Robin about her fall internship, Robin very engaged and also occasionally throwing Milk Duds at her niece’s mouth. Little Robin catches them, pausing easily and smiling as she chews, because they are alike in that way.

They’re early, because Nancy’s niece is like her in this way, and Nancy sips her Coke while she listens and asks questions, and quietly applauds a particularly impressive catch. She also plucks two Milk Duds from Robin’s hair.

It’s just the three of them in the theatre, matinee on a movie that’s been out for a month, so when the preview for Mission Impossible 4 comes on, little Robin doesn’t bother hiding her groan, booing at the screen.

“God, when are they gonna stop making these? That guy’s the worst.”

Nancy knows it’s coming before Robin says a word, sighs loudly as, right on cue, her partner says, “You know Nance had a poster of him on her wall.”

“Oh my god!” Little Robin’s staring at her, delighted horror in the light of the movie screen, and her namesake grins at Nancy from over her shoulder. “Auntsy.” She gestures at the screen, where Tom Cruise is looking very serious. Something blows up. “Him?”

“Yes, him, thank you very much. It was the 80s. Risky Business was very popular.”

“Was it a Risky Business poster, Nance?”

Nancy cuts her eyes at Robin, arches a brow, but she’s smiling, happy to play, happy to be far, far away from the life where she tore Tom Cruise from Teen Beat and taped him to her wall.

Little Robin laughs, still delighted. “Oh my god, this is amazing. Leah’s gonna lose it.”

“It was twenty-five years ago. There were some things I didn’t understand about myself at the time,” she points out, reaching across and stealing the Milk Duds unrepentantly, ignoring Robin’s squawk. “And I thought you went to Carleton. Don’t you know about compulsory heterosexuality? Where do you have to send a kid to get liberal brainwashing done right these days?”

Little Robin waves her hand dismissively and Nancy sees her at six and sixteen and twenty all at once. “Oh, please. You’re, like, disgustingly happy with R1 and your gay little garden. You’ve got a signed panel of Dykes to Watch Out For framed on your wall. You’re driving to Ann Arbor to see Brandi Carlile in two weeks.”

“Dial it back there, Franklin Graham,” Robin says with a laugh.

Little Robin rolls her eyes. “Still not over the fact that you’re going without me, by the way. Anyway, nice try with the comphet Auntsy, but I get to make fun of you for having a Tom Cruise poster. And so does Leah. And also probably everyone else. Does my mom know?”

Nancy sits forward to make eye contact with her partner, does not offer to return the Milk Duds. “You know it’s going to be your fault when all we get for Christmas this year is Tom Cruise paraphernalia.”

Robin shrugs, grinning, and she’s very handsome, and Nancy shakes a Milk Dud into her palm and eats it with malice. Lips twitching in amusement, Robin brings her hand to her heart in false mourning, and Nancy shakes her head and sits back.

Little Robin is squinting in Robin’s direction, tilting her head.

“Hello?” Robin says. “Big Bird, do you copy?”

“You know…” Little Robin’s voice is thoughtful but there’s an undertone to it that Nancy knows well. “Young Tom Cruise. R1 with her 1998 hair. I can see the resemblance.”

Nancy barks a laugh, Robin making a sound of indignation.

“Excuse me?!”

Little Robin shrugs, sits back and focuses on the popcorn, grinning to herself. She knows what she’s done. Nancy loves her, the little shit.

Nancy offers the Milk Duds back to Robin, who takes them with a pout. They are a consolation and she knows it, chews one sadly.

“I don’t look like Tom Cruise,” she half-asks, and Nancy loves her, too.

“Of course not, baby.” She uses her best patronizing voice, smiles into her straw at little Robin’s snort.

“Nance! Nancy Wheeler. I do not look like Tom Cruise.”

“Shhh,” Nancy says. “It’s starting.”

“You’re both very mean to me.”

Two nights later, little Robin gone back to her parents, Robin appears in the door of Nancy’s home office in a button-down and crew socks, candlestick in hand.

“Oh my god,” Nancy laughs, out of her chair and in Robin’s space immediately. “Where the hell did you get that candlestick?”

“Thrift store,” she says proudly, Nancy’s hands already working at the buttons of her shirt. “The very nice woman at the checkout confirmed that I do not look like Tom Cruise.”

“Don’t talk to me about Tom Cruise while I’m trying to fuck you,” Nancy says, smiling into the skin of Robin’s neck.

“Copy that. Should I get a flight suit, though?”

Nancy finishes with the last button, lets her teeth graze Robin’s skin, and does not answer the question.

#ronance #ronance fic #ronancetober

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ty-the-trainwreck · 1 year ago

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Kiss.

Ronancetober, day 4.

Robin had made a stupid mistake.

An extremely stupid mistake.

A mistake that not even god himself, not like Robin was religious, would forgive.

If the world knew of what Robin did, she would be hunted down and scrutinized as a public threat. Eddie had been a prime example of what people did to somebody that didn't fit in, to people like Robin. They were the puzzle pieces that could never just slot in next to the others.

The reason?

Robin had kissed Nancy.

Robin didn't mean to! It was just that...the dim orange light from the lamp on Nancy's bedside had made her already breathtakingly beautiful eyes into ones of a goddess. She had a piece of hair stuck to her glossy lips, the fluffy curls looking even softer than usual. Nancy's jawline shifted everytime she would scrunch her nose or pout. and Robin was weak.

Nancy had looked up from her textbook upon feeling Robin's gaze. The former smiled, placing her pink gel pen down and shifting so that she was facing Robin completely. "You're distracted, y'know." Her soft voice was teasing, and Robin could feel her resolve weaken.

"It's not my fault I hate calculus, it's like watching Grease but they cut out all the music." Robin thanked her experience in doing highschool theater, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to improvise that so quickly. Nancy raised her eyebrows, an amused look on her face. "You don't even like Grease."

Robin snapped her fingers and pointed at Nancy like she was a teenage boy trying to act smooth. "Hence why I don't like calculus." Nancy rolled her eyes fondly and tossed her textbook to the foot of the bed. Robin's eyes widened, but she followed in Nancy's footsteps and closed her textbook as well. "Are you ditching studying, Wheeler?" Robin quirked one of her eyebrows up. Nancy crossed her arms and rested her chin on her elbow, her eyes looking like they were peering into Robin’s poor gay soul.

“I think we deserve a break.” Nancy hummed, drumming her fingers on her arm. Robin nodded, and she watched as Nancy closed her eyes and quietly hummed a song. Robin watched as Nancy sat there peacefully, completely oblivious to the mushy feelings Robin had directed towards her in silence.

Robin chewed on her lip, her eyes trained on Nancy’s movements. Everything was perfect, Nancy was perfect, this moment was perfect.

But of course, Robin had to go and mess it all up.

Robin leaned down and pressed her chapped lips against Nancy’s. She could feel Nancy’s gentle humming stop and her movements ceased the moment Robin kissed her. When Robin felt Nancy’s body go rigid, she pulled back so quickly that she swore she popped something in her neck.

She regretted looking at Nancy so much afterwards. The girl in front of her was stunned, her eyes were blank and seemed to be trying to catch up to what just happened. Her hands were frozen in place, and she looked up at Robin with a look that could only mean one thing.

Why did you kiss me?

She felt dirty.

She felt predatory.

Robin shot up from the bed, spewing apologies as she grabbed her backpack. She didn’t even pick up her textbook, all her brain was focused on was that she just kissed Nancy fucking Wheeler.

“I’m so sorry! I don’t– I don’t know why I did that! Well, I do know why I did but I just– oh my god!” Robin fought back the fiery tears that brimmed the corners of her eyes.

“I’m so sorry…I…”

Robin was never able to keep friends for long, especially girl ones. She supposes that’s because all along she was no better than a man, no matter how much she told herself that she wasn’t. Robin was disgusting, and she couldn’t bear to see Nancy look at her like she was Vecna himself.

She couldn’t bear to see Nancy look at her like she was a monster.

Because Robin was already looking at herself that way, and she was already repeating the word over and over again.

Monster.

It thudded against the walls of Robin’s brain and it was joined with the familiar symphony of Robin’s family and friends calling her a freak. She couldn’t hear anything over the shrilling cacophony of the harsh words she usually called herself in their familiar voices.

The loudest, was Nancy’s.

Robin hated that she did this to Nancy.

She hated that she felt something positive when she kissed Nancy.

She hated that she kissed Nancy in the first place.

“I’m sorry for kissing you.”

Robin rushed out the absurdly pink bedroom and down the stairs. She didn’t even say goodbye to anybody in her panic to get the hell away from Nancy.

Robin could still feel the sticky residue Nancy’s cherry lip gloss had left on her lips when she had pulled back. Robin could still taste her, and oh how Robin hated that she loved it.

Robin gasped for air every few seconds as she sprinted in the direction of her house, her legs burned but she couldn’t care anymore.

Nancy was never supposed to know that Robin liked her like that.

Nancy was supposed to be Robin’s friend forever.

Nancy was supposed to marry a boy that she would meet in her second year of college.

Nancy was supposed to grow old in a nice house.

Nancy was supposed to live her life normally.

She would still have the chance to live it all, even if Robin wasn’t by her side. Even if Robin had kissed her one night in her childhood bedroom while they were studying for their calculus test. Robin had voluntarily ripped herself from Nancy’s future the second she pressed her lips against hers. Robin was never meant to be Nancy’s, and Nancy was never meant to be Robin’s. Robin knew that this was true, but the fact that she enforced it herself was never going to stop haunting her for as long as she lived.

“Robin!”

There it was.

That soft, tender voice.

Robin skidded to a stop, her shoulders tense as she slowly turned.

Nancy was running down the street, just as frantic and urgent as Robin. Although Robin must’ve looked insane from an outside perspective while Nancy looked like she had barely broken a sweat.

The curly haired girl launched herself into Robin, her tiny arms wrapping around Robin’s lanky form and bringing them both down and into the wet blades of grass. Robin let out a grunt as she hit the ground, letting out a groan as she looked up at Nancy.

“What the hell?!” She croaked out, utterly confused at why Nancy just tackled her like they were playing football.

Nancy got up, hovering over Robin as she stared down at her with eyes full of meaning.

“Why did you run away from me?”

“Nancy, I kissed you, don’t you remember?” Robin was slightly convinced that the tackle had made Nancy lose her memory. Nancy shook her head, mumbling obscenities into the crisp night air.

All that could be heard was the amused chirps of the crickets in the forest. Robin slowly adjusted to the feeling of having Nancy on top of her, but remained a little stiff.

Robin noticed green stains on Nancy’s clothes, and it must’ve been from when they tumbled into the ground. Nancy’s face also had a little bit of dirt on it, and Robin wanted to reach out and wipe it away with her thumb.

“Robin, you didn’t even give me a chance to tell you how I felt.” Nancy sighed. Wait, what?

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you ever since we escaped the upside down, you were the only person that I wanted to hold me after Vecna threatened me. Your arms are the only ones that I want to lay in. Your lips are the only ones I want to feel against mine.

I want to be able to love you so much that our friends make fun of us for it. I want to love you with all the air in my lungs, and I want to kiss you until it’s dangerous for us to keep going. Robin Buckley, I am in love with you.” Holy shit, Nancy Wheeler’s in love with me.

Nancy laughed, leaning onto her elbows so that she could be closer to Robin.

“Yeah, I am.” Fuck, did I say that out loud?

“Robin, yes, you did.”

Robin blushed, her gaze flickering down to Nancy’s lips.

She took in a deep breath of air, and pressed her lips against Nancy’s.

And this time, it wasn’t an accident.

#no beta im sorry pookies #egh whyd i say that #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #robin x nancy #robin #nancy #ronance canon #stranger things #ronancetober 2023 #ronancetober

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lasagnaboxlesbian · 4 months ago

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Ronancetober Day 4: Historical

i missed your skin when you were east

Rated [T]

Oh, what a pain it had been to cut the threads between them. Ripping themselves apart until all that was left of her was threadbare and unwoven. Until the city had swallowed her whole, and the country had turned the other way. OR: Nancy receives an unexpected letter. She decides to write one back.

[reposted to ao3 if you prefer so here's the link!]

The letter sat there, mocking her.

Crisp, pointed edges. Dark ink disturbing yellowed paper, a flag amongst the crumpled piles of words cluttering the floor.

Nancy’s fingers scratch at the wood on her table, splintered nails crackling like the fireplace under the depressive night.

Weary eyes find themselves staring blankly at the envelope, leaning against the wall.

She swallows down the lump in her throat, and it aches with all that she can’t say.

It’s been months, and yet she can’t open it.

Robin must think the worst. Waiting at her doorstep like the girls they used to be, giddily latching onto the fresh round of mail, pretending that the queen of some faraway kingdom had beckoned them for a quest.

It seems so long ago, yet the scent of the grass they used to lay upon had been tattooed upon her memories, the ink freshening every spring.

The dusted over inkwell caught her eye, and her hand trembled at the thought of picking up her pen.

She couldn’t escape the scratch of her pen or the rough paper pulling at her fingertips. Splots of ink dotting her skin, for which she wore like medals of a war hard fought.

Years. What a silly thing to think. Of course time has passed the way it has… so why does it feel like the moon from a decade ago has yet to sink behind me?

Lips, chapped little things pressed squarely on her cheek. Eyes, the corners curled in the way that Nancy wished she could rest her head upon when the days got hard. Freckles, stars across the galaxy she could only dream of exploring.

Instead, the stars had led her far, far away from her home. Following the dreams she’d envisioned within the reach of the girl she’d grown around.

‘Grown Around’, is what Robin had called it. Being around one another so long that they became enmeshed in the fabric of who they were destined to be.

Nancy worked, writing on the same desk that she can’t get up from. Creating her own newsletter and sending an uproar amongst those keen enough to read between the lines of prose she carved from broken memories.

She thread herself back together, forgot about dewy grass and long nights spent with her back against a fireplace, shoulder pressed against another spitfire.

The letter sat there, just like it had last spring. Arriving when the flowers had bloomed, untouched as all of the petals had fallen to the ground.

Nancy bit her lip, trying to muster up the words she wished to scream when she was younger. The ones that burned so deeply, that even if she were to write them in their entirety, the burns would still tug in her gut.

Her first attempt, free of the pressure from failure, had been the best so far. But, it too had been killed before the insincerity had killed her first.

Another night, another day.

She couldn’t bear to think about what Robin thought of her. Nancy was the girl that left their world behind to explore stars beyond their imagination.

That last day, of being able to feel her heart tug her impossibly closer, had hurt the most.

A simple press of lips against the flat of Nancy’s face, tear brimmed eyes, and crumbling words that fell apart the second they left cracked lips.

It ate away at her bones, the way Robin had looked at her. Like she was losing someone more than her childhood neighbour.

Nancy hadn’t noticed it then. Only when lying upon the small cot that first night, staring out the window and wondering if Robin were looking up at the same moon. How she wished her slumber away, eyes trained on that everlasting rock, her only connection to home. And with that, she starts.

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Dearest Moon,

You join me tonight, and on every night that I am blessed to stare up at you. I imagine you staring down at me, waiting like you always do for me to fall asleep first.

I feel your light through the windows, reaching across the stars to place a palm over my own.

Hours pass in a sleepless fit, and I sacrifice my sanity just to feel your memory for a moment longer. And when I have nothing left to give, I weep for you. I weep, and I pray that cool fingertips will wipe my tears away.

In the times you have hid from me, tucked away from my window, I wait for God to bless the altar for which I stand.

And here I am.

I write to you under your light, waiting for you to strike the pen from my hands.

An ever present spector, waiting until I’m left by my lonesome to haunt me.

My flesh is still raw from where we last were, the blood dripping from my hands and seeping into everything I write.

I am enamoured with that agony.

I press on my wounds and howl at you.

Mix the ink with my own, and write about how I can not live without you.

I feel your phantoms at the base of my skull, easing me from pressing too close to the edge.

Burn me, when you see me. Deepen my bruises and trace my scars. Taste where you and I become the same and I will rip what is left of me.

I stare up at you, and I feel my hands aching. They long for anything but the cold sheets of my own bed. The lukewarm tea I can never finish, mourning the lost nights.

My mind imagines what your letter might tell me, and I fear all of the possibilities of where the last few months have disappeared.

I fall to my knees for you, open my mind and soul to what we could never say and hope what I can sacrifice is enough for you to come to me again.

My lungs fill with words that I refuse to say without you in my arms again, and I sincerely wish to fulfill the prayer alight in my mind.

Forever Yours,

Sun

#ronancetober #ronance #stranger things #brief imagery involving elements of gore and blood #but in like a sapphic yearning sort of way

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ronancexists · 1 year ago

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Hello everyone, and welcome to Day 4 of Ronancetober! I hope y'all have been enjoying everything I've put out so far, because I've got another one coming your way! This one's got a healthy dose of Platonic with a capital P! Stobin, because those two are the best thing that could've happened to Stranger Things aside from Byler and Ronance becoming canon. It's also got a tiny bit of Stonathan as well, but it's only a brief mention. Anyways, here's my submission for day 4, and I hope y'all like it!

Day 4: Kiss

Robin sighed as she glanced up at the clock for what had to be the umpteenth time within the past five minutes.

“Robbie, if you sigh one more time I’m going to chuck this at you,” Steve threatened, looking at his best friend with exasperation written all over his face, the thing he was about to throw being one of the many VHS tapes he was currently putting back on the shelves.

It hadn’t been super busy today, though Keith neglected to do any of the actual work involved with being a manager whenever he worked with one or both of them. She and Steve knew more about the job than he did. The two of them were essentially running the place, but Keith had the official name tag stating he was in charge.

They had managed to convince him that Steve would most definitely muck something up if Robin weren’t there with him to keep an eye on him, which is how they ended up working most, if not all, of their shifts together, without Keith's supervision. It worked out perfectly for the two of them, because that meant neither one of them had to do anything on their own. It didn’t hurt that it gave Robin even more opportunities to poke fun at Steve.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is my suffering bothering you? I’ll be sure to keep it down in the future.”

Steve rolled his eyes as Robin smiled brightly, her nose crinkling in happiness as it always did when she managed to rile him up.

After doing a quick lap around the store, Robin determined it was safe. She hopped up on the counter, legs swinging back and forth as she watched Steve stack the tapes on the shelves.

“You know,” Steve grunted as he finally reached the top shelf in one of the many isles, placing the tape down as gently as possible. “You could help me instead of just sitting there, watching me do all of the work.”

Robin couldn't help the snort of amusement that escaped as soon as Steve had finished talking. “You’re one to talk. You left me to rewind all those tapes,” she gestured to the ones stacked up in his arms. “So you could have a make-out session with Jonathan in the back room.”

“Shh!” Steve hushed, eyes darting around frantically to search for prying ears.

“Relax, dingus. I already took a lap. I wouldn’t have said anything if we had customers.”

“Well you could warn a guy next time,” he grumbled.

“Such a baby.”

Steve stuck his tongue out at her in response.

“Who are we calling a baby?”

The nineteen-year-old had to stifle his laughter as Robin practically turned into a puddle where she had been sitting at the sight of Nancy. He knew after everything with Vecna that Robin had developed what she deemed was a minor crush on Nancy, though he would label it as infatuation. Regardless, Robin hadn’t been able to stop babbling about the girl, everything about her crush on Vickie simply flying out the window after the events during the school year, where she had gotten to know Nancy from Nancy herself rather than through all of the stories Steve had about her.

Steve couldn’t blame Robin for falling for Nancy even if he wanted to. Hell, he probably understood the enigma that was Nancy Wheeler better than anyone. After all, he had been lucky enough to date her before everything with the Upside Down transpired. He was brave enough to acknowledge that he had hurt Nancy badly, and she was brave enough to acknowledge that she had hurt him as well. The two of them had a long, rough talk about everything that had transpired between them, and they came to the conclusion that they were much better off as friends than they ever were as a couple.

Needless to say, Steve was quite surprised when Nancy had confided in him that she was crushing on Robin, and crushing quite hard on her at that. He’d had to hold in his laughter when she said she couldn’t discern if Robin was into her the same way. He thought it was quite obvious, but he supposed that could be because he knew Robin better than Robin knew herself. Plus, if Nancy was too worried about not making her own crush apparent, he figured that would occupy most of her attention, enough for her not to notice the heart eyes Robin was constantly shooting her way.

He was between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, if he told one girl how the other felt, it could result in them getting together and earn himself a pat on the back. On the other hand, the girl he told could become furious at him for revealing the other's secret, and when the girl he told told the other girl, he’d probably have two very angry, very determined, and very capable of hurting him women gunning for his head. It was a win-lose situation, so he resolved to keep his mouth shut. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t intervene in other ways.

“Robbie?”

“What’s up, Stevie?”

“Could you grab me the ladder from the back room?”

Robin arched an eyebrow at him, internally pleading for him not to actually be interrupting her lovely conversation with Nancy. Times with the other girl were far and few between, especially since she had begun working almost everyday to save up so she could move the fuck out of this town.

“Please?” He asked, turning the puppy dog eyes and everything. He knew she could never say no to him when he used the puppy dog eyes.

“Ughhhh. Fine,” she grumbled, apologizing to Nancy before turning around and hopping behind the counter, heading for the backroom.

“You should just tell her, ya know,” Steve said as soon as Robin was out of earshot, placing the tapes down on one of the bare shelves and walking towards Nancy.

Nancy scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest defensively.

“I’m serious, Nance. She’s ready to leave everything behind. We’ve defeated Vecna, we got rid of the Upside Down for good. She doesn’t have a reason to stay.” The words unless you give her one remained unspoken, but they both heard it loud and clear.

“I know,” Nancy muttered, her gaze bouncing around everywhere but at Steve, finally landing behind the counter on the door to the backroom, where Robin was.

“Go,” Steve said quietly, squeezing her arm. “I’ll cover up here.”

Nancy grasped his hand in hers. “Wish me luck.”

He nodded, watching as Nancy walked behind the counter. “You won’t need it,” he muttered, a wide grin settling onto his face as he shot a fist in the air, overwhelmed with joy that he had actually done it. Oh, he couldn’t wait to see the look on Jonathan’s face when he told him he'd won their bet.

“Robin?” Nancy called out, unable to hide the quakiness of her voice.

“Nancy, thank goodness. I can’t find this freaking ladder anywhere. Come help me look,” Robin said, turning to look at Nancy when she didn’t get a response. “Hey, is everything ok? You’re looking a bit pale. And you’re trembling too. Oh God, you aren’t sick, are you? Cause if you are, I can get Steve to drive you home. I’ll come over with soup and ice cream and your favorite movies as soon as I’m done with my shift. We can lay in bed and watch them in your room together. Or I don’t have to stay. I can just drop it off for you and—”

Robin was cut off when Nancy rushed forward, pressing their lips together in an urgent and desperate kiss. Nancy pulled away when Robin didn’t reciprocate, dread slowly filling her chest when the taller girl simply stood there, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Shit, I knew this was a bad idea. I’m so sorry, Robin. I understand if you never want to talk to me again. I-I’ll leave you alone,” Nancy said, turning to walk away, stopping when Robin’s hand shot out and grabbed her arm. “Rob, what—”

Robin tugged on Nancy’s arm until the other girl was facing her, a smile threatening to bloom as her eyes shined with happiness. “Did you mean it?”

“What?” Nancy asked, breathless.

“The kiss. Did you mean it?”

“Of course I meant it, Robin. Why—”

Nancy gasped in surprise as Robin brushed their lips together, eyes fluttering shut as Robin’s hands settled on her waist. She moaned when the taller girl pulled on her hips until they were flush against one another. She reached up, tangling her hands in Robin’s hair, loving the feeling of the soft, curly strands between her fingers.

Robin flicked her tongue against the seam of Nancy’s lips, groaning in pure delight as Nancy’s lips parted, allowing her access to the other girl’s mouth. She started walking Nancy backwards until Nancy’s back was pressed against the door, their mouths never parting.

“Rob-Robin,” Nancy whimpered, a strangled groan leaving her lips when Robin broke their kiss off, only to begin trailing kisses down her neck. She tilted her head, grasping Robin’s hair tightly to hold her in place as she nipped and sucked at her pulse point.

“God, Nancy. You smell delicious,” Robin husked in her ear.

“Kiss me,” Nancy panted.

Robin didn’t need to be told twice. The two of them moaned as their mouths met once again, tongues and teeth clashing together in a messy, passionate kiss. Gradually, the kiss slowed down, ending with Robin sucking Nancy’s lower lip into her mouth, releasing it with a pop. She pressed their foreheads together, unable to hide her massive grin as she looked into Nancy’s eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Really?” Nancy inquired, her hands splayed across the back of Robin’s neck, thumbs rubbing up and down in a soothing manner. “Me too.”

The taller girl stared at Nancy in disbelief. “Wait, seriously?”

Nancy laughed, eyes sparkling with delight. “Seriously,” she confirmed.

“Wow,” Robin whispered, completely in awe of the woman in front of her. “I can’t believe Nancy Wheeler is into me. Me, of all the people in Hawkins. Please tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“You aren’t dreaming,” Nancy whispered, standing on her tiptoes to press a light kiss to Robin’s lips.

“Nancy Wheeler is into me,” Robin repeated, a dreamy look on her face.

Nancy shook her head in amusement. “You’re such an idiot, Robin Buckley.”

“But I’m your idiot. I mean, if you want me to be. If not, then just let me know so I can begin working on mending my broken heart. Because I don’t think I could handle it if this was just you experimenting or doing it because of a dare or some shit like that.”

“It’s nothing like that. I like you, Robin. More than all of those people I’ve dated in the past.”

“Even Steve?”

“Even Steve,” Nancy confirmed. “In fact, I’d like to ask if you, Robin James Buckley, would do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

“The honor would be all mine, Nancy Anne Wheeler.”

They sealed the deal with a kiss, as they would with everything from that point forward.

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robincityofsilver · 1 year ago

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A short fic based off of @sweepy-stringbean art for day 4 of ronancetober, kiss !

#ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #ronancetober #robin x nancy #vampire!nancy #ficlet #just a little one #fanfiction #my work

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merlinm196 · 1 year ago

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Ronancetober day 4: kiss this kinda goes with the mall part when robin talks how she was love with Tammy Thompson

#ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #ronancetober #ronancetober 2023

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wildestflowrs · 2 years ago

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🪓Ronancetober Day 4: Horror Movie AU🏕️

Hide and Seek

Nancy’s heart is racing. Pressed up against the wall in a closet, hiding behind shirts and pants next to Robin Buckley, of all people, and Max Mayfield.

She took on a job as camp counsellor at a summer camp because she thought she might be able to save a little money before her senior year - her internship at the Hawkins post hadn’t worked out, and the mall fire had eliminated most of the summer jobs she could get aside from running kids craft time at Camp Crawley, so she took the job and thought she’d be spending her summer bored out of her mind and being annoyed by kids.

Being witness to murder and running away from a serial killer certainly wasn’t what she expected.

The three of them barely make a noise; they could hardly notice their own breathing. Robin’s knees and hands where covered in dirt from tripping and stumbling while they were running, and Nancy’s pretty sure Max’s arm is broken, the murderer having hit it with the handle of his axe while he was trying to kill her; breaking each limb until he sank his axe into her chest, just like he had done to his other victims the past few hours. Barbara, Chrissy, Fred, Patrick- all of them gone. Robin and Nancy had got there just in time to help Max, scoring Nancy a nasty slash on her arm and cheek.

They were all alone out here; the phone lines had been cut off, the only car on camp was broken down and it would take hours for someone to walk back to Hawkins to get help, if they made it out of the camp.

Nancy holds her breath when she hears the canon door creak open, heavy footsteps thudding on the wooden floor. Max looks horrified, and Robin closes her eyes, a few tears streaking down her cheeks.

The footsteps stop outside the closet door, and Nancy almost screams, biting down hard at the inside of her cheek to prevent any noise escaping her.

A hand rests on the doorknob.

This is it. She’s going to die at a summer camp with Robin Buckley and her little brother’s friend, never getting to say goodbye to her mom or Mike or Holly. Her final moments being spent in fear with a pretty girl she just met and a kid she felt so protective over now.

She spares a final glance at Max and Robin, who seem to have had the same realisation as her that this is the end.

Or apparently not.

As soon as the door opens Robin launches herself at the figure, tackling him to the ground, his axe slipping out of his grip and sliding across the floor.

“Nancy, get it!” Robin screams, doing her best to hold the man down.

Nancy scrambles to get the axe, and Max is helping Robin to keep the killer on the ground. He lashes out, kicking Max off of him with a grunt, sending her flailing backwards. She hits the wall and goes slack.

“Nancy!” Robin cries out, and the man shoved her off of him and pushes her to the ground now, pulling something sharp and glinting out of his pocket.

Nancy runs with the axe, and brings it down hard between the killer’s shoulder and throat. He shouts in pain, but as soon as he turns around to face Nancy she’s planted the axe in his neck, letting him stumble to the ground gurgling and gagging, blood oozing down his front.

“Robin, oh my God,” she crouches down beside the taller girl, who’s still on the floor. She pulls her in for a shaky hug; her heart drops when she sees the deep red seeping through Robin’s white ‘Camp Crawley’ t-Shirt.

“Holy shit, Rob, you’re bleeding,”

“Huh?” Robin’s dazed, but then she’d looks down at the blooming red patch on her left side and her eyes widen, “hhholy fuck, Nancy, shit,”

“Hey Robin it’s okay, just stay awake and stay still for me, uhh,” she looks around the room for anything she could use as a bandage. She grabs a shirt crumpled underneath a bunk and tears the seams so it is one long piece of fabric she can wrap around Robin’s torso.

“You’re, okay, Rob, you’re okay,” she can hardly tell if she’s reassuring Robin or herself, but she finally ties off the shirt and sighs in relief. She hugs the girl properly now, resting her head on her shoulder and taking a deep breath. Robin’s hair smells like apples, Nancy notes.

“Guess I can say I’ve been stabbed now,” Robin remarks, and Nancy bursts into laughter, “hey, what?”

Nancy stifles her giggles, “Nothing, I mean it’s not every day someone gets stabbed and that’s the first thing they say after,”

The two girls share looks at eachother silently, Nancy slipping her hand into Robin’s. Nancy notices just how many freckles the girl has; no doubt brought out by the summer sun, and Nancy can’t help but find her beautiful.

“Thank God that’s over,” Nancy says, barely above a whisper, and Robin squeezes her hand tighter.

“Yeah,”

There’s a grunt beside them and Nancy almost thinks it’s the murderer man trying to get them again, but she looks to see him flopped on the ground, the axe still in his throat.

It’s Max, stirring awake and holding her head. She squints at Nancy and Robin, and then she spots the man laying dead on the floor.

“Holy crap, you guys, you got him,”

#yikes this isn’t my best work #but hope you am enjoy it anyway #ronancetober #ronancetober day 4 #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #wildestflowrs writes

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unholyhelbig · 2 years ago

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Ronancetober Day #4: Horror Movie AU

[A/N: Less of a Horror Movie Au and more of a Twilight Zone episode that I watched when I was way too young]

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Summary: Nancy drives back to Hawkins during a stormy summer night. She encounters a strange hitchhiker in a prom dress.

There were three general rules that Nancy Wheeler kept while traveling the 14 hours from Emerson to Hawkins Indiana. Rule one: keep a loaded gun in her glovebox for emergencies only. Rule Two: if you get tired, take breaks, fatigue is not an excuse for dead. Rule Three: never, never, pick up hitchhikers.

It was a steady drive on a single highway that she would split straight down the middle. Seven hours in the morning, a quick stop for lunch, and then seven hours into the night. She had gotten a book on tape of the Grapes of Wrath, had loaded up on orange Gatorade, and had hit the road before the sun even rose about the horizon.

Nancy spent every summer in Hawkins. She would pack up her car with the two totes of clothes and books she had accumulated in her dorm over the school year, and leave the rest for the RAs to pick through. She’d drive and resume her summer internship at the Hawkins post. Schooling had given her claim to something other than errand girl.

It was her second summer making the trip, the air was clear and warm. She had stopped for lunch at a local diner and devoured the burger that the waitress had recommended being the best. Seven hours had flown by and the last seven proved to be a difficult stretch.

Ohio stretched endlessly. There were fields of yellow crop and swaying corn, large oak trees that stretched on either side of the backroads. Dark gray clouds bricked the air and heavy rain forced Nancy to crank her windows up by the time that night fell.

When she stopped to fill up her tank at a Sinclair right on the edge of Van Wert, she called her mother from a payphone on the side of the building. Karen begged her to get a hotel in town, to ride out the weather and get some rest before continuing on her way.

“Mom, I’ll be fine.” She ran her fingers over the ribbed metal chord “I just want to be there. I want to see you and Holly, and Mike.”

Karen understood. There was an itch for Nancy to return home at the back of all of their minds. She had fought hard to get away from the small town of Hawkins, but at the end of the day, it was home and she could get bouts of sickness for it.

She hung up after a rushed ‘I love you' and pulled back out onto the highway. The windshield wipers on her car had been replaced by a senior named Joel Davies who had an infatuation with her. She could see well through the sheets of violent rain. Corn fields surrounded her on either side, slowly turning to wheat and then back to corn.

Nancy slammed on her brakes when the figure stepped in front of her car. The rubber screeched against the wet asphalt, slipping from the sudden stop. Nancy struggled to gain control of the car, ending up in the grassy embankment with her breath rapid and hands clenched around the steering wheel.

Her heart was in her throat faster than her fingers could find the loaded pistol in the glove box. She palmed it regardless. She had angled the car into the embankment in a way that her yellow headlights illuminated the fat drops of rain, the smoke from her tailpipe in the suddenly cold weather.

It was a girl. She had gotten a glimpse of royal blue fabric and what she thought was mud, though it could easily be mistaken for blood. She was standing in the strong color, breath misting in front of her lips white with the weather.

Nancy must be imagining this, a girl in a prom dress. A prom dress of all things, hailing her down in the middle of an Ohio road. She was stunning, Nancy clocked that pretty quickly. There was a smattering of freckles across her features and the coolest blue eyes that she had ever seen.

Despite her better judgment, Nancy Wheeler got out of the car.

She gasped as the water came down hard and fast against her shirt, soaking her to the bone in a matter of seconds. The girl was barefoot, holding a pair of heels in one hand and a useless white wrap in the other.

“Do you need help?” Nancy called over the wind.

“Just a ride.”

Nancy nodded and hoped the girl saw her through the water. She did she walked around the side of the car in time for Nancy to unlock the door and close her back into the warmth. She wasn’t sure if the car could handle the heat after such a long drive, but she turned it on anyway.

The stranger smelled of nature, sharp with clove cigarettes mixed with the dampness of the air around them. She was deathly pale, entirely too quiet for her own good. Nancy felt the gun as she stealthily slid it into the hull of her boot.

“Thank you for stopping.”

She shivered into herself, teeth chattering. Nancy’s instincts took hold of her in that moment. Her chest ached for the girl dripping rainwater into her passenger seat. She reached into the backseat and grabbed the closest coat: a red bomber jacket that was lined with wool, complete with brass buttons. It hadn’t been worn since her freshman year in high school.

The girl took it and draped it around her shoulders. She said again, “Thank you.”

“Where are you heading?”

It seemed like the next natural line of questioning. She had seen her dad pick up one or two hitchhikers on the interstate before Karen forbade him from ever doing so again. While there was no inherent fear of the stranger, there was a sadness that radiated from her in waves. Nancy wanted to cure it. Get her warm and a meal to eat and out of the torn prom dress.

The girls’ eyes lit up. “There’s a diner sixty miles up the road. I can use a phone there.”

“Okay,”

She didn't want to pry. Was this time of year for proms? She never attended her junior prom despite the way that Steve pried and eventually she did give in and go to the dance held her senior year, but it had been a blur of terrible punch and flashy music and men who had layered on too much aftershave. The times could line up, really, they could.

Nancy repeated that to herself as she pulled carefully onto the street and kept driving forward as if nothing had happened. If there wasn’t a girl in her passenger seat at this very moment she would have chalked it up to exhaustion.

“Are you warm enough?” She asked, voice quiet.

The girl pulled Nancy’s coat closer to her bare shoulders. “I am.”

“I’m Nancy.”

“I’m Robin.”

“Nice to meet you, Robin.” She had long ago abandoned her attempt to focus on the audiotape she brought along. Instead, she wanted to learn about the stranger, still respecting invisible boundaries. “Come here often?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were hitting on me.”

Nancy’s cheeks instantly flushed, and she let out an awkward laugh. “No, no. I mean, you’re very beautiful. I just can’t say I’ve ever seen a woman in a prom dress on the side of the road. It’s a first.”

“There’s a first for everything” She was smiling, no malice in her words. “My date was an absolute douche and ditched me on the side of the road on the way to prom. Can you believe that? On the way.”

“How long have you been walking?”

“I… don’t know.” She shook her head as if to clear the fog “A long time, I think.”

Nancy gritted her teeth in anger that she felt was entirely irrational on her part. It was soon replaced by a sadness unimaginable. Steve may have had some growing to do when they began their relationship, but he would never do this, would never shove her out of the car in the middle of nowhere, knees dripping with blood, fingernails caked in dirt.

Ohio, the few times she had driven through it, was desolate. She always figured that what scattered towns lay within were hidden by trees and country roads. She saw the occasional gas station, a farm here and there. It was downright cruel to leave a girl like this, one so captivating, out here in a storm.

She chuckled, a sweet sound “You don’t have to feel sorry for me.”

“I don’t. I feel bad for whatever asshole dropped you off on the side of the road.”

The girls’ pale cheeks heated the same way Nancy’s had. Something in her pushed the words from the deepest part of her mind. What did she have to lose? She would take Robin to the diner, would test the waters to feelings she had been pushing aside for a long time. She would pay for their meal and give Robin a night better than the one she was promised in the first place.

Curiosity tugged at her. Nancy wanted to learn everything about Robin. Where was she going to college? What was she majoring in? How did she meet this guy who had been so cruel and unforgiving?

None of these questions were answered. She saw the neon blue light of the diner wash against the wet streets. It stretched onto the edges of the wheat fields surrounding the out-of-place restaurant.

Nancy slowed down and pulled into the lot. There were two cars parked in front of the stretching windows. She could see a waitress flitting around behind the counter. A man sat hunched at the end of the counter despite the darkness of the night.

“Thank you,” Robin said again, this time a soft emotional murmur.

Nancy shut off the engine and looked at Robin. The neon blue bathed her in a gorgeous color of new beginnings. Nancy fought the unriddled urge to tuck the damp piece of hair behind Robin’s ear.

Robin leaned forward in the small damp space of the car. She placed a tender, grateful kiss on Nancy’s cheek. It grazed the corner of her lip. Her touch was cold, the sensation shooting to the base of her spine like a broken electrical wire.

“Of all the people who have ever stopped for me, you are by far the kindest.”

Nancy’s eyes snapped open, and she was left alone in the front seat of the station wagon. The seat was stained from rainwater and mud, the washed lilac scent that Robin carried lingered cruelly. But Robin herself, and the red suede jacket that was draped over her shoulders, had vanished.

She was shaken up, fear coursing through her veins as she nearly tumbled from the side of the car. Damned, the rain and the puddle that soaked the cuffs of her jeans. It was balmy, the air clinging to the back of her throat, her skin like a second life not shed.

Nancy had nearly wrecked for this girl, and had driven a solid sixty miles with her in the passenger seat of her car. There was no plausible way that Robin could have exited quickly and quietly. She wasn’t in the diner; Nancy could see straight through the windows.

After gulping in three large breaths, she entered the diner. The air conditioner was blasting. It dried the rain against her collar and made it feel tight. Her fingers were shaking. The waitress behind the counter had a calming nature about her. She placed a laminated menu in front of Nancy, who ended up ordering a warm cup of whatever tea they had to calm her nerves.

“Darling,” The waitress said, pouring steaming water from the kettle. “What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Nancy didn’t’ wait for the tea to seep from the bag. Instead, she drank the slightly tinted yellow water quickly enough for her stomach to simmer. “I think I might have.”

#Ronancetober Day 4 #Ronancetober #Robin Buckley #Nancy Wheeler #Ronance #Ronance fanfiction #Stranger things #Stranger things fanfiction

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ronanceautistic · 1 year ago

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Here is my mostly Ronance, mostly Nancy-centric fic masterlist :D