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luxcassidysstuff · 1 year
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the last couple weeks of october are so incredibly busy for me so I might just post the ronancetober prompts that I missed, in November. I'll post/write what I can; I still have great ideas for them but just no time to sit down and write!! I'm so sorry everyone!
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ronancetober day 9! || Free Day
quick little oneshot of ronance if they met in the earlier seasons :)
Nancy Wheeler was a straight “A” student. Always on time for class, never turned in an assignment late. If it came to a group project, she would organize meeting dates to work on it. She did her research on everything, and never questioned the intentions of her teachers or fellow students. That is, until a new student arrived. 
Robin Buckley was what you would call a weirdo, or an outcast. She didn’t have many friends, and the friends she did have were in marching band like her. She loved reading and learning about different languages, and she was probably the only student to actually be interested in what the crazy history teacher, Mr. Hauser, was saying. Robin was, by any definition, a nerd. And she was okay with that. She wore that label proudly. 
When she switched schools, in the middle of sophomore year no less, she had to resituate herself to all the new teachers and classmates she’d be seeing on a daily basis. Already embracing being the town weirdo, Robin joined the Hawkins High marching band, becoming fast friends with a girl named Vickie and her friend Chrissy, a cheerleader for the basketball team. Her friends were great, and Robin always had an amazing time when they all hung out, but throughout the agonizing school days Robin would always catch a certain Nancy Wheeler glancing at her in the halls. She knew, of course, who Nancy was due to her goody-two-shoes reputation. Plus, Chrissy used to be close with her.  
Nancy was intrigued by this mysterious new student. She was amazed how this girl was so quick to find her place amongst the band nerds and the AV tech club geeks. Nancy wondered why this girl wasn’t trying to make something of herself, trying to be popular like most girls she knew. Nancy would catch glimpses of her in the halls, sitting on the floor against the lockers reading strange books she’s never even heard of it. This girl rarely talked to anyone that wasn’t Vickie or Chrissy, and she would leave school on her bike quicker than anyone in any fancy car. 
Months went by of just getting glimpses of each other in the halls, sometimes seeing each other in the morning walking into school or leaving classrooms that were close by. Robin was noticing Nancy’s gaze a lot more often now, and as the days past Robin’s eyes would linger on Nancy’s for just a moment too long, almost giving herself away. 
It was this kind of game they played. Every day the girls would pass each other in the halls finding one another’s eyes. No one dared to talk to the other, or look at the other longer than a couple seconds; they wanted to, but knew that it would shatter this little bubble they created for themselves. They were content with where they were in each other’s lives. Until a single look of pink tinted cheeks surprised Robin on their way into school, changing everything.
Robin had been thinking about the way Nancy’s face flushed that morning, how there was even a slight hint of a smile on her lips before she turned tail and scurried inside; the sight of Nancy Wheeler blushing never left Robin’s mind.
So, after much thought, Robin decided to approach the girl during lunch later that day.
Nancy was sitting by herself, surprisingly, cramming for the science final the entire sophomore year was taking tomorrow. As Robin walked up to her, heart thundering in her chest, Nancy could feel the heat rising on the back of her neck, threatening to settle on her cheeks. She squeezed her pencil hard when Robin not-so-gracefully slumped into the chair across from her. It was silent for a moment, neither of them knowing what to do in this situation, being they never even got more than seven feet from each other until now. Nancy tried to go back to her studying, writing out flashcards about the human anatomy and parts of the brain, in an attempt to ignore the awkwardness. But Robin seemingly had other plans.
Robin cleared her throat. Nancy glanced up through fallen hair framing her face, and Robin surely thought she would melt right then and there.
“Uhm, so uh. Well I guess first of all, hi. I’m Robin,” Robin sticks out her hand, whom Nancy confusingly shakes, “nice to meet you. Properly. So anyways I just figured since it’s been like forever of us just staring at each other in the halls and like on the way to school and stuff that it was about time we actually talk and meet and maybe hang out or something.” Nancy’s head shot up at the idea of hanging out with Robin. Taking it as being uncomfortable, Robin waved her hands in the air, “Unless if you don’t want to! I just assumed since you kept looking at me and I kept looking at you that hanging out would be fine. But we totally don’t have to. At all--” 
“Robin?” Nancy’s voice was steady, calm. She didn’t sound nervous or uncomfortable. Robin looked into her eyes, noting how the sunlight coming through the big cafeteria windows made the brown in them turn honey colored.
“Yeah?” Robin said, voice not as steady. Nancy smiled, letting the blush finally escape onto her cheeks.
“Do you always talk so fast?” It was a genuine question, she wasn’t teasing Robin one bit. Robin smiled big, shrugging nonchalantly. 
“Only when I’m nervous, or excited.” Robin watched Nancy pick at the eraser on her pencil, still smiling just as much as Robin.
“And what would you say you are now, nervous? Or excited?” Robin detected the slightest smirk in those words. Nancy was flirting. This made Robin’s head spin in a completely euphoric way. Robin leaned back in the chair, trying to look cool.
“A bit of both, now that I’ve got you talking.” 
The girls stared into each other’s eyes, not worrying about hiding blushes or smiles. It was a comfortable silence, one Nancy could never have with any of her other friends, and she liked the way it felt. She liked the way Robin made it feel. 
“So,” Nancy broke the silence, “Friday after school?” 
Robin’s face lit up, she forgot all about her cool-kid posture and bounced in her seat. Nancy smiled at this reaction, and found herself hoping she could see it again.
“It’s a date.”
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luxcassidysstuff · 1 year
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just finished tomorrow's ronancetober prompt! I'm getting some time back to myself so hopefully I'll be able to keep up with the rest of these prompts. Tomorrow's fic is so cute! Y'all will love it!
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ronancetober day 8! || Your Ronance Anthem
here's today's ronancetober challenge!! I made this edit to the song Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran because I think about ronance every time I listen to it! I hope you like it:)
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luxcassidysstuff · 1 year
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Nancy gets baby fever so easily
She sees a cute kid in public and she's like "I'm gonna... build a nursery"
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luxcassidysstuff · 1 year
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my Internet was down for the longest time!! I'm so sorry but I don't think I'll be able to write ronancetober day 6, this week is so incredibly busy for me but I'll try my best to keep up with the other prompts. I'm sorry!
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luxcassidysstuff · 1 year
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I won't be able to do ronancetober day 5 (multiverse) because I'm going out of town, but I'll definitely be on track for day 6!!
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RONANCETOBER DAY FOUR: HORROR MOVIE AU
hello! i'm actually a scaredy cat and have NOT seen scream (my horror limits to like carrie and beetlejuice and that's it) but i really wanted to make this cause i've seen some ronance ghostface aus and they're all so good?!!! so yeah. gfs that enjoy Murder (and specially murder when they do it together <3)
it's been a week since ronancetober started and AAAHHH the amount of content!!!! ronancers y'all should be so proud of yourselves cause the TALENT overflows in this fandom GOD.
anyway! if you haven't joined the event yet and still want to, the post is pinned on my profile, yadda yadda yadda, yeah <3
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ronancetober day 4! || Horror Movie AU
this is gonna be a fun one! Inspired by the movie “Scream,” and an additional character from "Fear Street: 1994," let’s do this!
Late one night, just a few weeks shy of Halloween, when the air smelled sweet and orange and red leaves were falling off the trees, Heather Watkins was getting ready for a cozy night in with her favorite scary movies.
Heather was known for being a horror movie fanatic. She's seen everything from Alfred Hitchcock's "Psycho" to Sean S. Cunningham's "Friday the 13th." She loved the rush of adrenaline the jump scares gave her, and the feeling of watching the killer's truth come to light.
But what Heather didn't know, despite her priding herself in being "the final girl," was that tonight all she ever knew about horror movies was about to change.
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~earlier that day~
Walking into Scoops Ahoy with an uncharacteristic bounce to her step, Nancy Wheeler leans against the front counter and dings the bell about a hundred times before Steve appears, sliding the glass window doors that separate the backroom and the counter open. Steve Harrington was all too familiar with this situation: Nancy would show up randomly throughout the day, ding the bell a million times, make puppy dog eyes at Steve, and eventually get let into the backroom where she and Robin would talk for hours.
However, today felt different, and Steve couldn’t quite put a finger on why. Nancy was practically vibrating. “What’s up with you? You seem....” She was rocking on the balls of her feet, craning her neck to peer into the backroom, “preppier then usual.” With a big smile, Nancy snaps her attention back to Steve. 
“No reason. Just really looking forward to seeing Robin today, that’s all.” Nancy steadies herself, pointing to the backroom. “Yeah yeah go ahead.” Steve replies, and as she makes her way into the back Steve shakes his head, chuckling a bit. “I do not get paid enough for this.” 
Nancy opens the heavy door that leads to where her most important and memorable conversations are held. Looking around she finds a few maps laid out on the table in the middle of the room. All marked up with red circles and “x’s” and lines connecting one place to another. Nancy smiles to herself when she comes across an “x” dragged over a certain neighborhood, remembering that night and how much fun her and Robin had.
As if on cue, Robin Buckley in all her Scoops Ahoy gloriousness comes bounding through the door where deliveries are made. She’s out of breath, but the tiniest of smirks appear on her face when she spots the curly haired girl.
“Jesus, Robin, did you run here?” Nancy frets over her girlfriend, walking up to her and checking every inch of her body to make sure nothing is injured or no bones are missing. Robin catches her breath finally, playfully swatting Nancy’s hands away. “I was double checking something, you know that thing you gave me yesterday at school? I was making sure it was still there.” Robin watches Nancy’s face light up, the newer circles on one of the maps making a lot more sense now.
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Heather glides through the kitchen, shaking the instant popcorn on the stove every so often. She’s planning on inviting a friend over to watch the movies with her, figuring that it would be more fun with someone else. She sets out a few drinks on the coffee table, a few bowls of snacks and candies and returns to tend to the now buttery smelling popcorn.
Seemingly out of nowhere, the phone rings. Heather jumps at the sudden sound, laughing to herself as she picks up the receiver. “Watkins residence.”
A gruff voice appears on the receiving end of the phone, “Hello there.” Heather pulls the phone away from her ear to stare at it, as if the person who answered was standing right in front of her. Lifting the phone back up, Heather slowly answers, “Hello, do I know you?” 
“I don’t know, do you?” The voice replies, and Heather can hear a sort of echo after the last word. She scrunches up her face, thinking hard about who could possibly be calling at this time of night, then remembers her friend. “Amber, is that you? That’s funny thing you’re doing with your voice.”
“Oh so you like my voice, that’s good to know.” Heather walks around her kitchen, checking on the popcorn and just keeping herself busy while she talks on the phone. “Why did you call me? Aren’t you supposed to be on your way over here?” 
“I’m walking there now, I was just bored. Couldn’t wait to see you again.” 
Heather laughs, “Well that’s sweet of you.” The voice lets out a throaty chuckle and Heather could have sworn her heart dropped into stomach. She’s heard that laugh before, but it couldn’t possibly be who she’s thinking about. Shaking her head, Heather leans against her kitchen counter and twirls the phone cord around her fingers. “So, did you wanna talk about something, Amber?” 
There’s a pause, then, “I’d like to know...”
“Yes?” She’s leaning into the phone, trying to hear her friend better.
“Do you like scary movies?” 
Heather audibly laughs. She can’t believe that her friend is actually asking her this. “Amber, you know I do. It’s all I watch!” The person on the other end chuckles a bit. “Perfect. What’s your favorite scary movie?” She takes a minute to think about this, going through the many movie titles in her head that she can remember. Landing on one she likes, Heather gasps excitedly, “Child’s Play. That one is so cool.” 
“The one with the possessed doll, right? Good choice.” With every word that’s said, something begins to eat away at Heather’s insides. Something feels off. “Amber?” No response. Heather’s heart drums in her chest. “Are you really Amber?”
“Whatcha doin’ tonight?” She freezes. This wasn’t Amber. The other person she could think of would be Jason Carver, the town’s favorite high school basketball player, prankster on the side. With this thought, Heather visibly relaxes. It’s just Jason, she tells herself, nothing to worry about.
“Well, Jason,” Heather smiles, proud of herself that she figured out who it really was, “I’m planning on watching some movies.” 
“What movie?”  They says. 
“Oh just Gremlins, some kid movie that Amber wanted to watch.” Heather walks over to the tv on flicks on the VHS player, the box whirring to life before her. 
“That’s a scary movie. You sure you can handle it?” She laughs loudly, throwing her back. “Of course I can handle--” The person on the end chuckles darkly. Heather’s stomach drops. “Wait, Jason knows me,” the person just keeps laughing, making Heather’s pulse spike, “Who is this?” 
“I’ll tell you my name if you tell me yours.” 
Heather was almost shaking in fear. “No. No, I don’t think so.”
“Awe c’mon, we’re having a good time, aren’t we, Heather?” Her blood runs cold. Her arms and legs feel numb. 
“How do you know my name?” There’s a pause, like the person is considering their next words very carefully. “You said it when you picked up the phone.” 
“No, I didn’t. I said Watkins residence. Who is this?” 
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Flipping through the maps, Nancy and Robin chatter away about what scary movie they’re going to watch tonight. It’s kind of like a tradition for them, every other week they get together and watch a scary movie, laughing at all the gore and screaming girls. Tonight, however, Nancy had the perfect movie to watch.
“Oh, Rob, I almost forgot! I picked out the absolute perfect movie for tonight.” Robin swivels in her chair, facing the girl and giving her her full attention. “You remember the one that came out last year? About the bookstore killings?” Robin stares at her girlfriend for a minute, trying to remember which movie she could possibly be talking about. Nancy rolls her eyes playfully and makes an open-close motion with her hands, representing a book. Robin’s eyes widen in recognition. 
“Oh my god yes! Nance, that’s an amazing idea!” Robin, not one for containing her emotions, grabs Nancy’s face and kisses her. “You are brilliant.” She says, after pulling away for air. Nancy blushes, ducking her face a little at the compliment. “When do you wanna come over tonight? I was thinking around ten or eleven, but if that’s too late then you can get there earlier.” 
The rambling stops short when there’s a loud crash outside. Robin looks over at Nancy, who shrugs, and decides to open the windows to find where the noise came from. A smug smiles appears on her face, and she snaps a bunch of times to get Nancy’s attention. Both girls watch intently as Steve tries to help a tallish girl gather her books that fell out of her arms. She’s apologizing way too much, her cheeks flushed with red heat, and Steve just nervously rambles as the tension between them grows more awkward. 
“You find a new girlfriend, Stevie?” Robin calls from her spot behind the windows. Steve and the girl whip their heads around to follow the voice. Steve stammers more, while the girl turns bright red. A deep throaty laugh escapes Robin, and she watches as the girl picks up the rest of her books and scurries away. Steve scowls at Robin, who shrugs innocently, pulling Nancy backwards into the room. “C’mon, Nance, we’ve got work to do.” Nancy smirks at Robin and they retreat to their own little sanctuary.  
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Heart thundering in her chest, Heather waits for an answer.
“We’ve been talking for this long and that’s your first red flag? Damn, Heather, I thought you’d be smarter than this.” Their voice sounds slippery, hiding a smug look behind the safety of the phone. Heather can’t take this anymore. 
“That’s it. I’m hanging up.” But the person had other ideas.
“Wait! Don’t hang up on me.” 
“Bye!” 
Heather slams the phone back onto the receiver, taking slow deep breaths. For someone who loves adrenaline rushes, this is not what she had in mind when she planned a horror movie marathon. Pacing back and forth in the kitchen, running her fingers through her hair nervously, Heather awaits the knock on the door signifying that her friend finally arrived to her house. Safely. Instead, the phone rings again, startling Heather into a near heart attack.
Staring at it as it rings, Heather’s curiosity gets the best of her. She picks it up again, and holds her breath.
“Helllooo Heatherrrr.” Letting out a shaking breath, Heather closes her eyes.
“Listen, asshole, I don’t know who you are or how you know me, but I’m really not in the mood for you’re twisted pranks.” 
That deep laugh pours into Heather’s ear. A shiver runs down her spine. She still can’t quite figure out where she’s heard that laugh before, but now is not the time to think about that. She needs to get this guy off her back.
“Oh, but we’re just having a little fun.” 
“I don’t think it’s fun anymore.” Heather went to go hang up again.
“Heather! Don’t hang up on me!” 
“Oh my god, I swear I’m gonna call the police!” Not only is Heather is scared out of her mind, but now she’s getting really pissed off.
“They wouldn’t make it in time.” She wanted to say something, to scream at the guy and tell him to fuck off, but the words caught in her throat. For the first time in her life, Heather Watkins was terrified.
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“Nancy! Finally! I’ve been waiting hours for you. Look, there’s a dent in where I’ve been pacing.” Robin points to the carpet, with nothing but a few dirt spots on it. Nancy smiles endearingly at her. Walking up to the frazzled looking girl, Nancy slowly wraps her arms around Robin’s waist, pulling her out of her chaotic head. Robin sighs into Nancy’s arms, resting her head on top of Nancy’s. 
After a moment of peace, Nancy softly whispers into Robin’s ear, hair tickling Robin’s exposed neck, “You ready for some fun tonight, Robbie?"
Robin smiles into Nancy's hair. "You have no idea."
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"What do you want!" Heather cried, desperation dripping from every word.
"To hear you SCREAM, Heather Watkins!" Heather lets out a shaky gasp, stumbly backwards into the kitchen table as if she's been punched in the gut. She goes to slam the phone down, completely and utterly done with this. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
She froze, stunned into paralysis. "How'd you know I was going to hang up?"
"Lucky guess?"
Heather wrapped her arms around herself, trying to soothe her nerves. "My friend will be here any minute. She plays lacrosse."
"Oooh I'm so scared." The person replies, mocking Heather's shrill voice.
"I'm serious! She can throw as hard as she can hit!"
"Tell me something, Heather," there's a long pause, only the sounds of heaving breathing on both ends, "why do you think I'd be afraid of some measly lacrosse player, when I've already beat her here?"
For the second time tonight, Heather's blood ran cold. Her mouth went dry. Her vision blurred and all she could feel was the beating of her racing heart.
"Where are you?" She whispers, not trusting her voice anymore.
"You won't have to find out. That is, if you play a little game for me. Will you do that, Heather?"
Taking in a shaky breath, Heather balls her hand into a first. "Y-yes. I can do that."
"That's a good girl. Now, you say you're a horror fanfic, right?"
Not surprised anymore by anything this guy says, Heather nods her head, "yes."
"Good. Let's start there. Can you tell me who the killer was in Psycho?"
Heather squeezed her eyes shut, trying hard to rack her brain for the plot of the old movie.
"C'mon, Heather. You know this one. It was your favorite movie in middle school."
Her mind is blank. She can't think past the woman getting stabbed to death in the shower.
"Tick-tock, Heather. Time's running out. Tick, tock, tick, tock--"
"Norman Bates! It was Norman Bates!"
"Correct. That was a close one, could've been bad." Heather takes a deep breath, trying to fill her lungs with air as she hyperventilates on the kitchen floor. "You're doing great. Now for the real question."
"No, please just please let me go!" Heather screams into the phone. She's sobbing by now, hot tears streaming down her face. And for a split second she thinks, this is it. She's done for.
"We can't stop now! We've just started!"
"Please, I'll do anything! Just please stop!" Heather hiccuped through sobs.
"Just a little bit longer, Heather. A little longer and we'll let you on the hook."
Heather shuddered, she paws at her face trying to wipe away the tears. "Do-don't you mean 'off'?"
"Sure, Heather." The person whispers, making the hair on the back of Heather's neck prick up. "Heatherrrr."
"Yeah?" She replies quietly. She could practically hear the dark smile on the person's face. "What was the first scary movie to air on tv?"
Heather knew this. She'd seen this movie a thousand times as a kid, she knew every word, every movement of every character. She knew this. But she couldn't remember the name of it. And she knew that--
"Time is running out, Heather."
"I don't know." She whispers.
"C'mon, yes you do."
"Just let me go already!"
"What was the movie." They demanded, scaring her even more than she already was.
"Frankenstein!" Heather shouted, praying for dear life that this ridiculous answer would save her life.
"That's." Her stomach drops again. "A." Her ears flood with the sound of her racing heart, visibly hammering through her shirt. It's silent for a minute too long, and Heather thinks she might be off the hook. Until, "MISS!" They scream into the phone, causing Heather to pull it away from her face.
"Please please just stop and let me go? I answered the other questions right, doesn't that count for something!" Heather pleads, trying her best to choke back sobs. They tsk into the receiver, chuckling again.
"I like you, Heather. I really do. And it's such a shame, but we can't let you go, not after you've failed the test."
Heather is up and pacing around her kitchen. This can't be happening. What is she going to do? She can't think clearly, her head is fuzzy. She needs an out. What do they do in the horror movies? Shit, what do they do?? Bargain!
"Please just, just one more question. I'll get it right this time I promise! One more question!" She holds her breath, listening to rustling sounds of the person on the phone.
"Hmmm....alright, Heather. I'll give you one last chance to redeem yourself. If you get this question right, we'll let you go, and this will all be some fantastic nightmare." Heather lets out a shaky breath. She's done it, she's saved herself. She'll be okay. "If you get it wrong," they husk, her face paling, "Well, just look at what happened to the kids at Crystal Lake." Heather gasps, gripping the phone so tight her knuckles turned white. "Heather."
"Y-yes?"
"Where's your backpack?"
Heather's eyes widened, the blood drained from her face. She slowly peels away from the phone, turning her head to look at the couch, where she always puts her backpack after school. However this time, the couch was bare. Within seconds, Heather dropped the phone and scrambled to the front door, her sweaty hands trying to grasp the doorknob so she can finally get the fuck out of there. She heard a click, and snapped her head in the direction of the sound. Behind her, the backyard lights flicked on, and Heather let out a horrid blood curdling scream that ripped through the entire house.
Just outside, so delicately placed, was Amber, her best friend of five years, tied up by a rope to a chair. Blood pooling under her, gashes and various cuts decorated her body. Her throat, completely ripped apart.
Heather threw up, all over the floor. She couldn't stop screaming at the sight of her dead friend. She turned back to the door and tried with all her might to pull it open. And it did. But not by her doing.
Standing in the doorway of her fancy white house, was someone a few inches taller than her, wearing a dark black cloak and a ghostface mask. Heather stumbled backwards, sobbing and coughing and begging for her life.
Her foot caught on something behind her and she reached out, instinct over fear, grabbing the person with the mask and pulling them down with her. In the process, ripping their mask off.
Heather stopped screaming, and stammered to say something. Anything.
Looming over her, with a smirk plastered on their face, covered in freckles and short brown hair disheveled, was someone Heather never in a million years thought would do something so heinous as this.
"Robin Buckley?"
Robin's face lit up at the recognition, her teeth showing through her smile. A psychotic sparkle flashes in her piercing blue eyes. "Nice to see you again, Heather. Thanks again for lending me that book on the Zodiac Killer. Really came in clutch." Robin winked at Heather, and Heather got up to her feet, spun around ready to sprint out the back door, and crashed into something - someone - else. Heather steps back, taking in the blood covered black cloak and dripping red knife held tightly in their hand.
They laughed, and slowly pulled off their matching ghostface mask. Shiny white teeth flashed Heather charmingly. Curly hair sticking to their face from sweat. Their eyes gleamed as bright and insane as Robin's.
"Nancy. You too?" Heather's voice came out hoarse. She couldn't believe her eyes. Nancy was in her biology class. She was a good student. She was nice.
"Never judge a book by its cover, Heather. Didn't I teach you that?" Nancy says condescendingly, narrowing her eyes at the terrified girl in front of her.
"Nance, I'm loving this bloody look on you, you are incredibly hot right now, but can we please get to the good part of the movie?" Robin bounces on her feet, bottom lip sucked into her teeth in anticipation. Nancy chuckled at her very eager, yet impatient, girlfriend.
"Hold her still, baby. This is gonna be a fun one."
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luxcassidysstuff · 1 year
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ronancetober day 4 (horror movie AU) might be a little late but I'm working on it!! stay tuned!
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RONANCETOBER DAY THREE: BODY/STYLE SWAP
kinda late for this one but i had reasons okay!!! college exams!!! but anyway. hopefully i'll be able to post day four in time as well cause i still need to draw it 😭
if anyone hasn't joined the fun and still wants to, the prompt list is pinned on my profile <3
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Ronancetober Day 3: body/style swap
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happy steal your girlfriend's clothes day to those who celebrate <3
It started out like any other Friday. Nancy picked up Robin from work at Family Video, they waved Steve goodbye, and they made their way to Robin’s house, where they would watch a movie, have dinner, and fall asleep in each other’s arms. Robin’s parents spent most of the night out with friends, and rarely noticed Nancy was even there. During the entire drive from Family Video to Robin’s house, Robin went on an endless monologue, telling Nancy every little detail about her day. Nancy listened, she really did. She prided herself on seriously paying attention to everything Robin said. But, if she sometimes struggled to focus because her girlfriend just happened to look particularly attractive, who could blame her? Robin’s hair was a little messy, her clothes a little rumpled, her smile wide, and her eyes lively. Nancy had trouble keeping her eyes on the road ahead of them instead of on Robin’s slightly smudged eyeliner, the rings on her fingers, the exact way her blazer hung on her shoulders, and that stupid tie she wore to work that made Nancy feel completely brand new things in her gut.
By the time they made it to Robin’s house, and Robin held Nancy’s hand all the way from the car to the front door, and from the doorway to her bedroom, Nancy was a little dizzy, her head clouded with everything Robin. And still… there was a little thought pushing through at the back of her mind. A little spark of curiosity. She tried to push it down but, as it turned out, her girlfriend was a little too good at reading her like a book and, very soon, it would get out of Nancy’s hands.
Everything started when they finally made it to Robin’s bedroom. Robin immediately took off her vest, dropping it unceremoniously on the bed. It was part of their routine, Nancy watching enamored as Robin changed out of her work clothes for something more comfortable. Then she started undoing her tie, kicking off her shoes, back to fully taking off the tie, and she was only starting to unbutton her shirt when she turned around, stopped mid-sentence, and noticed Nancy already wearing her jacket. “You look cute,” Robin pointed out, smiling at Nancy, who wrapped herself even tighter in the piece of clothing that looked entirely too big on her.
“You think?” Nancy asked, squinting her eyes a little.
Robin’s head tilted to the side as she studied Nancy’s demeanor. It was far from unusual for Nancy to steal her jackets, her sweatshirts, her button-up shirts, her t-shirts… Anyway. The point was that Nancy’s question hit her as something important. With her shirt half unbuttoned, Robin walked toward Nancy, who had made herself comfortable on Robin’s bed, and she said, “Beautiful. In anything you could possibly want to wear. It’s a scientific fact, Wheeler.”
Nancy rolled her eyes in the way that Robin started to identify as fond or flustered instead of annoyed. “I don’t know, Robin,” Nancy said, shifting to the edge of the bed to play absentmindedly with the hem of Robin’s dress shirt. “I don’t think I could pull off your particular style.”
Nancy expected an argument, a passionate rant about how their styles were so different but she was still beautiful and worthy in Robin’s eyes, anything like that. She shouldn’t have been so surprised that Robin’s eyes sparked with mischief, her smirk lit up the room, and she gently tilted Nancy’s chin up to look at her and say, “Wanna try it out?”
Oh. There was no backing out of that.
The next hour was one of the most interesting of Nancy’s life. There were moments of hesitation, existential crisis, and embarrassment. There were moments of unbridled joy, fun, and desire for her girlfriend. It was an hour filled with Nancy saying “That’s not even your size, Robin.” “I feel ridiculous.” “No, I’m not saying I want it to be pink but…” “Baby, how on Earth did you get this hole on the shirt?” “I look like a twelve-year-old boy!” “I mean, it’s nice when you wear it but… are you sure?”
Eventually, they finally settled on an outfit. Robin’s clothes were still a little too long on Nancy, but that in itself added a little something to the overall effect. The baggy pants, the oversized jacket, the shirt Robin got in the men’s section of a store, including the less-delicate-than-Nancy’s-usual rings, the silver chain dangling from her neck, the different approach to make-up, the messy ponytail barely keeping her curls off her face. As Nancy stared at herself in the full-length mirror in the corner of the room, she couldn’t hide her shiver. Behind her, Robin stood in only sweatpants and an old t-shirt, effortlessly gorgeous, and staring at Nancy with so much adoration in her sweet blue eyes that Nancy couldn’t tell which one of them was closer to tears.
“I mean… it’s comfortable,” Nancy said, and a little disbelieving chuckle escaped her at the mere idea of going out, meeting her family, going to work, and the dreamy concept of proudly living a life guided by comfort first and foremost. This wasn’t exactly her… yet. But this fun little experiment was very rewarding. Especially considering the way Robin was looking at her, sneaking her arms around Nancy’s waist and kissing her exposed neck, mumbling about how hot Nancy looked like that. Yeah, definitely worth it.
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ronancetober day 3! || Body\Style Swap
I couldn’t think of anything for day 2 (vampire/werewolf prompt), so I just focused on today’s prompt! I chose to go with a style swap, and I got this idea by sarajamss on tiktok.  Hope you like it :)
It was late afternoon, just about the time golden hour starts and all the trees are painted with beautiful sunlight. The air was warm, the breeze was calm, and so were Robin and Nancy. The girls were upstairs in Nancy’s room laying on her bed, each reading their own book while the open window gave them perfect reading light. 
Somewhere in her daze of reading, Robin had laid her head on Nancy’s lap and Nancy lazily started playing with the hem of Robin’s flannel shirt. It was comfortable and safe. The girls felt most themselves when they were like this. 
Messing with Robin’s shirt, a thought popped into Nancy’s head. She closed her book and tapped Robin’s nose to get her attention. Robin looked up at a smiling Nancy, giving her her full focus. 
“I have a proposition for you.” Nancy says softly, watching Robin’s eyes light up in curiosity. Robin sits up a little so she can see Nancy better, waiting for this proposition to be said. “But you might say no.” 
“I won’t, what it is? Is it a dare? I don’t know if I ever told you this, but back in middle school I was, like, the queen of dares and I--” 
“Do you want to hear want I have to say or are you gonna talk about your middle school glory days all afternoon?” Nancy interrupts her, smirking when she sees Robin blush a bit. “Well, since we’re both about the same size and height, I was thinking--”
“Don’t say what I think you’re gonna say.” 
“--that it would be fun--”
“It would not be fun.”
“--if you tried on one of my dresses.” Nancy watches Robin’s face flush a deep red. She stammers for a bit, trying to figure out what words to say. Robin has never been one to wear dresses, or any fancy clothes for that matter. She’s always been a bit of a tomboy, always in shorts or jeans, and she lived in her beloved baseball tees. When Robin was a kid, she tried makeup for the first time and almost poked her eye out using mascara. So girly things were always off the table. Until now, that is.
“If I’m hearing you correctly, and I’m really hoping I’m not,” she points a halfhearted accusatory finger at Nancy, “you want me to wear a dress? Your dress, to be precise?” Nancy nods her head, clearly enjoying Robin’s reaction to this idea of hers. 
“Yeah, that’s correct. And I’ve got the perfect dress in mind.” Nancy gets up and begins rummaging through her closet. Robin is fully alert now, sitting on Nancy’s bed watching her like a hound dog. Books forgotten, covered up by dresses thrown on the floor or bed that seemingly got in Nancy’s way. 
“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had, Nance. I mean this in the nicest way possible when I say, no way in hell am I wearing a dress.” Robin shouts at the girl elbows deep in clothes.
Nancy looks back at Robin, who raises her eyebrows and shakes her head, “Come on, Rob, it’ll be fun! I’ll let you try on my dress--”
“’Let’?” 
“Okay, how about this,” Nancy faces Robin fully, thinking of a way she could possibly get this girl to wear one of her dresses. Not that Nancy has thought about Robin wearing her dress before or anything. It just, would be fun to see Robin in something other than flannels and jeans, that’s all. “If you try on one of my dresses,” Robin hums, listening very closely to what Nancy has to say, “than you can give me a dare back.” 
Now this just got interesting. Robin perks up at the thought of this turning into a dare, she loves a good dare, but she has to stay strong. She can’t give in to the dare just yet. “Hold on, since when were we playing truth or dare?” Robin smirks at Nancy, who crosses her arms and leans against the wall. “Are we back in middle school? Reliving the glory days of dares and truths?” Nancy rolls her eyes playfully. She secretly loves this side of Robin. The competitive side, the side of her that isn’t afraid of winning. 
Nancy has seen Robin’s competitive side only a few times before: once when they made a bet of who could read a 200 page book the fastest (Nancy won, Robin didn’t talk to her for an entire day), and another time when Dustin and Steve dared her to stack as many ice cream scoops on a cone as she could (she got up to 8 scoops and then had to help Dustin clean ice cream out of Steve’s hair for an hour).
Seeing that look in Robin’s eye just made Nancy want this even more. She tilted her head to the side, “What? Are you afraid of a piece of fabric?” 
Robin’s cheeks flush again, “No, it’s just--”
“Oh that’s too bad. But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” Nancy winks at Robin, making the girl blush even harder. Nancy turns around to go back to finding that special dress for Robin, which she did not think about how good the color might look on her or how Robin’s freckly skin might show just a bit more. “In any way, I think you’re just nervous you’ll look weird in it.” Nancy shouts back at Robin, completely joking but loving this banter she can have between them. 
Robin scoffs, knowing exactly what Nancy is doing. Two can play at this game, Wheeler. “You know who will look weird?” She shouts back, proud of herself for coming up with a good comeback.
“You in a dress?” Nancy replies, flinging another unwanted dress onto the bed.
“Okay, you know what. Let’s backtrack for a minute here,” Robin starts, and Nancy hums in response just as Robin did moments ago, still digging to freaking China in her closet, “If I try on your stupid dress, I can give you a dare?” 
“Yep, any dare. But only if you wear the dress.” Nancy finally emerges from the closet (pun intended) with a long blue dress that just barely touches the floor. Robin’s jaw drops a little, and she can’t help but for a split second imagine Nancy in that dress. Nancy smirks at yet another one of Robin’s reactions. She’s loving this far more than she intended to. “Well, what do you say, Buckley? You up for the challenge?” She waves the dress for emphasis.
Robin takes a minute to think. It’s a pretty good deal, a dare for a dare. But on one hand, she’d have to wear a dress, and that dress definitely doesn’t have sleeves. But on the other hand, Robin might be able to get Nancy into one of those fancy dresses....
She squares her shoulders like she readying herself for a fight. “Hand it over, Wheeler.”
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A few minutes pass by as Nancy not so patiently waits outside her bedroom door. She finally gives in and knocks. 
“Are you ready? Can I come in yet?” She says through the door, listening for Robin’s voice on the other side. She hears a thump and a small “ow fuck!” and then, “Yeah, yeah I’m ready come on in.”
Nancy slowly opens the door, not really expecting what she’ll find, only to see the taller girl standing before her wearing her old prom dress, the navy blue making her eyes pop and her freckles shine. It was Nancy’s turn to be shocked. Robin Buckley was beautiful with her own style of clothing, but if Nancy didn’t say Robin wasn’t just as beautiful in a dress, she’d be lying to herself.  
Robin shrugs and blushes, fixing the spaghetti straps on her shoulders. “I hope you don’t mind I added my own flare to it.” Nancy finally got her brain to communicate with her feet, and she walked up to Robin. Upon getting closer, Nancy noticed the chain necklaces looped around Robin’s neck. The many silver rings that decorated her fingers and the thick leather bracelets that hugged her wrists. 
Nancy Wheeler was in awe. If she wasn’t already falling in love this girl in front of her, then she definitely was now.
Robin cleared her throat, face heating up with growing embarrassment. “Nance, what is it? Was it the rings? I can take them off, I mean I just wanted to try it out but if you don’t like it then I can take them off. This is your dare after all.” Robin nervously chuckles and begins to pull off the rings. Nancy takes a step forward and gently places her hand on her Robin’s, making her stop in her tracks.
“Robin, you look beautiful.” Nancy’s voice was soft and genuine. The playful teasing completely forgotten about. The two girls stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Despite how close they’ve gotten over the past few months after the whole Vecna thing, Robin and Nancy never really talked about what they were to each other. They were friends for sure, but somewhere along those months the line blurred and feelings surfaced that neither of them had expected.
But figuring out those feelings could wait. What mattered was this moment, and the beautiful girl standing in front of Nancy.
Robin’s breath hitched when Nancy cupped her cheek. Standing on her tiptoes, Nancy closed the gap between them.
And it felt like fireworks.   
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(Edit: Reading this again, I've come to realise that this is utter chaos. Good luck.)
Headcanon time: Robin comes out to the Party all at the same time, probably at dinner.
"Steve's not even my type," she says. They're all at the Byers', probably, and she and Steve have been in a playful argument over movies for the past few minutes.
Mike raises an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? And what type is that?"
Your sister. "Same as Steve's. Girls," Robin replies.
Will's head snaps up to look at her. At the same time, Steve replies to Robin with-
"Bold of you to assume I only like girls."
This time, Dustin and Eddie join Will in turning their heads. "What?!" They exclaim in unison.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Robin asks, a sort-of-hurt-sort-of-amused look on her face.
Steve just rolls his eyes. "Look if I listen to ABBA and Queen in the car with you guys and you still think I'm straight, that's on you."
"Well, I'm not straight either, so I guess that's three of us," Will says.
Eddie moves to fist bump him. "Four."
Jonathan and Argyle take this wonderful moment to interrupt with a "five" and a "six!"
Nancy almost chokes on her milk. "What?!"
Max slams down her glass of water triumphantly. "Seven!"
Lucas softly smiles at her. "I guess that makes me eight?"
Mike stands up. "Is anyone here straight?"
"Apparently not," says Dustin.
"Oh, good. Me neither," Mike says back, before sitting down again.
El tugs on the corner of Steve's shirt. "What's going on?"
"Well, Jane, sometimes love doesn't have to be between a boy and a girl. Sometimes it's between a girl and a girl or a boy and a boy."
El nods. "Oh, so like you and Eddie?"
Eddie nudges Nancy with his elbow so that she'll hand him a napkin for the milk he just snorted.
It doesn't really help the mess, especially when Steve looks him directly in the eye and says, "Exactly."
And if the adults walk in later to a bunch of giggling teens and two adult women sitting very suspiciously close together, and then leave quietly so that they don't bother anyone... that's just for them to know.
EDIT: jeSUS that’s a lot of notes
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luxcassidysstuff · 1 year
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I'm the eldest "daughter" it just won't let me add the tag lol
Okay wait, @sapphicriley had an epiphany and now I need to conduct a study
Ronance shippers, reblog and put in the tags if you were an eldest child—
Bonus if you’re the eldest “daughter”—
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#Ronancetober Day 2: Vampire/Werewolf 🦇🌈🐺
(Prompts assembled by lionydoorin! ✨)
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luxcassidysstuff · 1 year
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"I could fix her" well actually I like evil women and I'll let her commit crimes in the name of love
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