#RONANCE

[glitterghast]

drawing ronance every day because i can

day 9: ”coffee shop„

(it's the worst coffee robin has ever tasted in her whole life)

#stranger things #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #coffee shop #comic #my art

[ao3topshipsbracket]

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#polls #ronance #helnik #stranger things #six of crows #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #matthais helvar #nina zenik

[lavenderstobins]

Hopper’s talking to her, telling her to breathe, but all Nancy can focus on is Robin, dead, in front of her.

She barely registers when Steve stumbles in. Hopper’s moving before she processes it, trying to gently escort him out.

Steve’s a mess. Wild-eyed, his face streaked with tears, hair unkept.

“I need to say goodbye,” Steve begs, fighting against Hopper’s steady arms. “I need—I need to tell her I love her and that I’m sorry and—and I need to find the fuckers that did this—”

Steve knows about her ‘gift’. He looks directly at her, a plea on his face.

Nancy thinks of Barb, still and silent in her arms.

“Let him stay,” she croaks.

“Wheeler—” Hopper starts. She shakes her head.

“Let him stay.”

Hopper relents. Steve scrambles over, faltering when he sees Robin.

Nancy understands. It’s not a pretty sight.

At open-casket funerals, the deceased undergoes hours of careful preparation to make them look presentable. To make sure they look as close to how they did in life as possible.

That is not the case here. Robin’s skin is a sickly white, freckles stark in contrast. Ugly purple marks cover her throat and neck. Strangulation, from the looks of it. Nancy doesn’t want to imagine it.

Steve strokes Robin’s hair, the gentlest Nancy has ever seen him. Fresh tears have started running down his cheeks.

“Steve,” she starts, equally gentle, because how can she tell him this? How can she describe the sensation of having your whole world stopped, started, and stopped again?

“I know,” he says, not taking his eyes off Robin. “I’m ready.”

She wants to say, You can never be ready.

Instead, she nods, and taps one finger to Robin’s cheek.

The effect is instant. Robin gasps, eyes flying open, one hand automatically going to her throat.

Steve lets out a sob, pressing his forehead to hers. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I should’ve been there, I’m sorry—”

“Dingus,” Robin rasps, and she’s crying too. Nancy averts her eyes, a pang in her chest.

Hopper must decide to let them have their moment because nearly five minutes pass before he comes over. He asks Robin questions, the standard procedure, and Robin answers shakily, her hand held in Steve’s.

Robin didn’t fully see her attacker. It was a man, that much she knows. She’d managed to flee the initial attack but he’d caught up to her when she tried to lose him in the woods. She thinks he was less prepared because of it, but things are hazy. She remembers being pinned down, hands around her throat, and these cold, terrifying eyes. His face had been covered with only his eyes visible.

Hopper takes notes, frowning. Finally, the questioning comes to an end, Robin out of answers. His head slowly swivels to Nancy.

Steve’s still clutching Robin. They both look at her with a sad understanding on their faces.

“I’ll find him,” Steve says quietly, resting his forehead against the top of Robin’s head. “I’ll find whoever did this and I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him.”

Robin just smiles sadly. She murmurs something too quiet for Nancy to hear, but she doesn’t miss the devastation that flits across Steve’s face.

They look at her expectantly, both clearly trying hard not to cry. They’re still holding hands.

Nancy can’t do it.

“Wheeler,” Hopper says, low, a warning.

“I can’t,” Nancy whispers. She knows what will happen if she lets Robin live. The same thing that happened when she couldn’t let Will die again, when she couldn’t let Eddie die again.

The universe rights its wrongs in its own way. If it can’t have its death, it will take another. When she’d brought Will back and kept him alive, a well-loved local, Benny Hammond, had died. When she’d let Eddie live, Jonathan and Will’s stepfather Bob had a heart attack out of nowhere. There’d been seemingly nothing to cause either death.

If she lets Robin live, someone else will die in her place.

The worst part is that Nancy finds she doesn’t care.

She can’t let Steve lose his best friend the way she lost hers. She can’t let this be the end of Robin’s life.

Kind, funny Robin, who has always been so full of life, so loved by everyone around her. Nancy’s never gotten the chance to really get to know her, but she’s always wished she had.

“I can’t,” she repeats, her voice steadier now. “I won’t. It’s not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair.” Hopper’s voice is kind. She doesn’t deserve it.

“I won’t do it. Steve—”

Steve looks stunned, a hopeful expression dawning on his face. Hopper looks at him and sighs.

“I can’t force you. But… well, on your own head be it.” He shakes his head. “I’m going back to the station. You’re causing me a lot of paperwork.”

As he leaves, Steve turns to her. “Thank you. Thank you, thank you—”

“As far as you’re concerned, Robin survived the attack.” Nancy keeps her voice steady, avoiding eye contact with both of them. “Robin…”

Robin’s eyes are on her. Curious, focused, like they’re studying her. Nancy swallows hard.

“Robin, you should avoid going anywhere alone for a while. If your attacker thinks you could identify him he’ll try and finish the job. I won’t be able to do this twice.”

Robin gives a short nod. “I’ll lay low for a while.”

Her voice is soft, raspy. Steve, maybe afraid Nancy might suddenly change her mind, thanks her one last time before helping Robin up and ushering her out.

Nancy watches their retreating backs, a heavy weight in her chest.

In the nicest way possible, she hopes she never sees Robin again.

#st pushing daisies au #my fics #st ficlet #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #steve harrington #jim hopper #ronance #stobin #platonic stobin #my writing #pushing daisies au

[maggierosestudio]

💜First Date💜

Art trade with my friend and fellow Ronancer @/updownrisefall on Instagram

#art #myartwork #ronance #robin x nancy #nancy wheeler #ronance fanart #robin buckley #stranger things

[miss-order-claim-near]

#sophie turner #frosting #green witch #ethan winters #wholesome #主播 #Ronance #new york giants #madonna #lost #psn #room decor #spiderman x reader

[pretty-man-music]

https://charlotte-146.ludgu.top/in/zV1bDpk

#green witch #emily blunt #nail #addiction #hot curves #chaoscore #Ronance #production design #1960s #new york giants

[sweepy-stringbean]

“Tenar! Come on, Tenar. You’ve never let anyone control you before, don’t start now.”

#eskawrites #flayed!tenar #tenar #erathia #i have committed crimes against erathia and her people #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler fanart #nancy wheeler fanart kinda #tenlark my beloved #tenlark #the thought and feels I put into this #I could talk quite a lot about this but idk if that would interest yall #cuz I know there is at least 3 people who care #ronance #stranger things #truly a passion piece

[ssaronance]

i love you nancy wheeler, they could never make me hate you

#and we all know who the “they” is #nancy wheeler #stranger things #ronance #< target audience

[sweetronancer]

ronance. spread the word.

#percy pauses and yaps for a little #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #robin x nancy #ronance canon

[legendarydragonperson]

when the ship canon but only in other countries

#911 #buck buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #stranger things #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[glitterghast]

drawing ronance every day because i can

day 10: apocalypse

[an AU in which robin buckley teams up with nancy and holly, the only survivors of the wheeler family after initial infection]

#stranger things #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #holly wheeler #fanart #my art #tw blood

[writersaturnlesbianprotector]

She was a punk, she did ballet

What more can I say?

#robin buckley #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #wlw #stranger things #ao3 #lyrics #ronance fic #Ballet #Rockstar #Rock #alternative rock #punk rock #80s #Girlcore #fairycore #glamour #Elegant #🎀 #🎀｡ﾟ･｡ﾟᐠ( ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ )ᐟ｡ﾟ･｡ﾟ🎀 #🌸 #coquette #pastelcore #Girl boss #Femininity #Cool #rockstar gf

[lavenderstobins]

Thinking about egg Nancy who’s upset about Robin coming out a lesbian but can’t put her finger on why.

She’s not homophobic, and she wants Robin to be happy, but she feels sick whenever she thinks about Robin not wanting to date her because she’s a boy.

It’s not the thought that Robin doesn’t like boys. Not exactly. She likes Robin, but she could handle unrequited feelings.

It’s the thought that Robin doesn’t like boys, so Robin doesn’t like her. It doesn’t sit right, upsetting her beyond reason, and she doesn’t get it.

It frustrates her like nothing else. It’s a puzzle she can’t solve, the pieces refusing to fit together.

Then one evening, they’re hanging out at Robin’s house, her and Eddie and Steve and Jonathan and Argyle.

There’s a film on in the background but none of them are really watching it. Nancy’s lying on the sofa with her head in Robin’s lap, half-listening as Eddie and Steve bicker about something or the other.

She’s not really paying attention, more focused on Robin’s hand threading through her hair. Eddie says something about his biological advantage, whatever that means, and Steve starts insisting that it’s the opposite.

It’s only when she hears Robin’s name that she tunes back in to the conversation.

“Buckley!” Eddie calls, cupping his hands around his mouth. “You’re a lesbian.”

“Nice of you to notice,” Robin replies dryly.

“You can settle this. Who would make a prettier girl, me or Steve?”

She looks up, seeing Robin looking thoughtful. Both Eddie and Steve are watching her intently.

“Wheeler’d make the prettiest girl,” Robin says, causing Eddie to splutter and Steve to indignantly claim that isn’t an answer, Robin, come on.

Nancy doesn't care as they descend back into arguing. She's frozen, watching Robin, a strange feeling in her chest. She feels weirdly giddy and she doesn’t even know why.

The conversation moves on, but the thought stays in the back of her head for days.

Wheeler’d make the prettiest girl.

Easily, like that’s all there is to it. Had Robin imagined her as a girl? She tries to picture it herself, closing her eyes and imagining herself in her mother’s skirts, her curls growing out long. The girl in her head twirls, beaming, and her tongue dries in her mouth.

She could be a pretty girl, she thinks. Her heart starts pounding at the thought, and that scares her. The shiver that goes up her spine, the tingle of excitement—it’s almost scary enough for her to stop poking. She’s the firstborn son, the pride of the family.

She can’t just… change that. She has so many expectations to carry on her back.

Still, though, now that she’s started thinking, she finds herself unable to stop. She’s overanalysing everything. The way her clothes sit on her body, the way her face feels better shaven.

In the shower, curiosity gets the better of her, and she shaves her arms and legs. She cries in bed that night, running her hands over her smooth skin, a lump in her throat that won’t go away.

—

It’s Mike, of all people, she talks to in the end.

She’s not quite brave enough to have a conversation with Robin, not yet, and her mouth dries whenever she thinks about talking to the other boys.

They sit in the basement, just the two of them, and she tells him her problem, the way it hurts to think about Robin not wanting her.

Mike, to his credit, tries to cheer her up. “It’s not you,” he says helpfully, clumsily patting her shoulder. “Robin doesn’t like any boys.”

“I don’t want her to like boys,” she blurts out. “I want her to like me."

“But you’re a boy,” Mike says, sounding confused, and this, for some reason, is what makes her burst into tears.

Mike freezes, looking alarmed, and all she can do is sob harder.

“Uh,” he says, panic in his voice. “Should I get mom?”

“No!” she sits up quickly, scrubbing her face.

Mike’s eyeing her warily, like he could set her off again at any second. He probably could. She doesn’t know what’s going on with her.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffles. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Mike squints at her. She can practically see the cogs turning in his head.

“You’re not upset that robin likes girls,” he says slowly.

She shakes her head.

“You’re… not upset that she doesn’t like boys?”

She shakes her head again.

“You’re…” he hesitates, chewing on his lip. “You’re upset Robin… doesn’t like you.”

She nods.

“… Because you’re… not a boy?”

“I can’t just not be a boy,” she says miserably. Hearing herself say the words makes her feel sick, tears forming in her eyes again.

Mike, though, squints again. “Uh, yeah you can. Eddie stopped being a girl.”

She stops. “What?”

“Eddie stopped being a girl,” he repeats, then frowns. “Or—was never properly a girl, but stopped being one? I don’t—I think I’m saying it wrong.”

“Eddie used to be a girl?” The argument comes back to her head, Steve protesting Eddie’s logic of biological advantage.

Mike shrugs. “Something like that. You’d have to ask him, I dunno. but if he can be a boy, then you can be a girl, right?”

“I don’t…” she trails off, thinking about it. “I’m… I can do that?”

“I think so.” Mike sounds unsure, but shrugs again. “Why not?”

Her stomach flutters again. “You wouldn’t mind if I wasn’t your brother anymore?”

“It’s cool if you’re my sister. Just don’t go all ‘boy crazy’ like girls do.”

She bites her lip to hide a smile. “I’m telling Max and El you said that.”

“No, wait!” He scrambles up and she laughs.

She doesn’t say anything more on the subject for a few days, but it’s all she can think about. She can be a girl. She can be a pretty girl. She blushes at the thought.

She tries subtle things, at first. Keeps shaving everywhere. Stops trimming her hair shorter.

She tries on her mother’s skirts when she’s home alone, giddily twirling around, delighting in how they flow with her. She catches sight of her reflection in the mirror and sees a beaming girl looking back, euphoria surging through her.

The next time El comes over, she lets her practice makeup on her, watching as El’s tongue sticks out in concentration. It’s clumsily done, but she has to bite down on her tongue to stop herself crying when she sees the finished look in the mirror.

She’ll tell her friends soon, she decides. She doesn’t feel as afraid anymore, not now that she’s put her puzzle pieces together.

Secretly, she hopes Robin will call her a pretty girl again. Imagines the grin on Robin's face as she crows that she was right.

Tomorrow, she thinks, a small smile on her face. She’ll tell them tomorrow.

#my writing #st fic #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #mike wheeler #wheeler siblings #transfem nancy wheeler #trans nancy wheeler #ronance #trans eddie munson #transmasc eddie munson

[lumaxramblings]

what people Think the fruity four is: eddie, steve and robin being chaotic and impulsive and nancy having to sigh and wrangle them to stop them from getting hurt

what the fruity four Actually is: steve and robin try desperately to stop nancy and eddie from getting thrown in jail, and inevitably get swept up along in it anyways

#i'm not brave enough to maintag this #ronance

[friendsdontlieokay]

Joe Chrest, who plays Ted Wheeler, was asked in an interview recently why Nancy mentioned everyone dying but him after her vision with Vecna and apparently he just said "Oh you caught that" and smirked. What do y'all think about it?

#might be digging too deep but i think she's nit his daughter #maybe she really was swapped in the hospital like karen had said #stranger things #nancy wheeler #ted wheeler #vecna #nancy wheeler visions #stancy #jancy #ronance #stoncy

[eskawrites]

next chapter of our hearts know deeper seasons than our memories is up nowwwwww! feat. one of my favorite conversations in the entire fic:

“Two things,” Max says when Nancy picks up the phone early one Wednesday morning. “First of all, when the hell are you coming back to New York?” Nancy stifles a yawn as she stirs sugar into her coffee. “Good morning to you, too, Max.” “Yeah, hi, whatever. Now answer the question—we haven’t seen you in ages.” “It’s only been a couple months. I’m filming.” “And I’m doing eight shows a week. Your point?” She rolls her eyes, biting back a smile. “What was the other thing?” “Oh, right. Can you believe Robin and Steve just got married without telling anyone?”

#1994 how i love you #ronance #nancy pov #celebrity fake dating au #ronance fic #also for the record i love this chapter's song so freaking much #i mean i love them all #but i listened to this on REPEAT last october when writing this fic