this but rockstar robin maybe ??
(say thank u to my sister for sending it to me and telling me to make it ronance)
OHH SO CUTE 😭😭 DEFINITELY
i got inspired and had to write a lil something so under the cut
i am so sorry
robin discovers nancy can sing after they get together; they're sitting together, sharing earpods in the tour bus and nancy is singing taylor swift's seven and robin can't stop staring at her, and her soft tone, and the way she bops her head and smiles as she finishes the song and starts the next one–
it ignites something, kinda.
music has always been everything to robin — her safe place, her heaven. nancy, now, is also music. more than the love songs robin sings to herself from time to time: she's the tune that adorns her mind, floating around the heaven and gracing her with the sweetest voice robin has ever heard.
they start making silly little duets here and there after that. of course, nancy always thinks it's super silly cause she thinks she's not that good of a singer, but robin is always starstruck. heart eyes, a dumbfounded smile, dancing along as nancy sings her verse. she can't stop listening to it. she can't stop listening to her.
and she knows she's not the only one that thinks that way – steve hears them, once, and comments how nancy has a lovely voice when they're alone later. chrissy sings along with them as she does robin's makeup, bopping her head and grinning whenever it's nancy's verse. eddie jokes about how he'd produce an EP with nancy if she ever desires.
"sing with me," robin says, once, as they sway together in the dressing room after one of her concerts. a soft love song is playing in the background, and their eyes are closed, whispering the lyrics to each other with their foreheads pressed.
she can see the way nancy frowns, "rob, we are singing."
"no, nance. i mean," she smiles oh so softly, her head leaning back to stare into nancy's eyes. "sing with me. on stage."
nancy's eyes grow twice in size, her mouth opening and closing multiple times as she tries to find the right answer. her mind wanders off to a crowd full of people, watching her, recording her, and her head sways side to side in denial.
robin doesn't press it – she knows how hard it is to overcome a stage fright. but the thought is always on the back of both of their minds; robin admires her quiet singing, imagining playing a guitar for her on stage, microphone separating them as they stare into each other's eyes. nancy imagines the distant possibility of doing things right, not making a fool of herself, and being face to face with robin in all her superstar glory.
nancy is the one to bring up the idea again after a few weeks.
when they do it, it's exactly how they've imagined: robin welcomes her beautiful girlfriend, reporter nancy wheeler, on stage for a special performance. the crowd cheers as she arrives, heart beating hard against her chest, a shy smile as she approaches robin and wraps an arm around hers. the production crew brings robin's guitar and she hangs it around her body. the microphone is positioned between them and robin adjusts it to her girlfriend's height.
she plays it gently, starts the song, the melody slipping effortlessly from her lips, nodding her head to the rhythm. fluttering eyes looking at nancy's, a lovesick gaze always fixated on hers. finishes her turn with a grin, winking, taking a step back to play the guitar.
"eyes on me, nancy. you'll be fine," robin whispers as she strokes the instrument, nodding reassuringly.
nancy sighs. licks her lips, taking a deep breath before her verse begins. the crowd's cheers fading away as she focuses on the girl in front of her, on the way she switches between guitar notes and taps her feet, on the way her eyes shine as nancy does as much as open her mouth.
and then, she sings. like the rest of the world isn't there. like it's just them, slow dancing in the dressing room as they sing love songs together. waltzing around each other, pacing back and forth between their verses and harmonizing so naturally.
when the music ends, and the sounds return, her fears seems insignificant compared to the happy tears filling robin's eyes.
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sapphic senate doing mini golf?
sapphic senate doing mini golf!!! (personally i've never done this so excuse any mini golf innacuracies)
of course it started as Robin and Nancy going on a date that Vickie and Chrissy just decided to crash. but! after the first time it becomes a group activity! unlike sex. unless we're discussing that ship
Robin does not control her strength. my girl thinks this is actual golf. she hits the tiny golf balls way too hard. there have been several casualties. but hey she's having fun! (when she isn't paying up for the damages)
Chrissy is also having a great time, even if she has wierd luck with mini golf. every time she tries too hard she fails too hard. but when she's just distracted and not even trying to win, she kicks everyone's ass. so, she tries to not care about it and instead tries to distract Nancy and Vickie
the thing about Nancy and Vickie competition is that Nancy is great at mini golf, and Vickie is just a little above average, but!!! when Nancy is distracted or frustrated she starts losing spectacularly. and everyone wants to watch that. she would be more upset about it if it weren't for the fact that discovered that a single pout on her part could make Robin spoil her with affection. win-win!
to preserve friendships and for extra fun, instead of betting on who would win between Nancy and Vickie, they all start giving each other ridiculous challenges. Vickie playing with her eyes closed. Robin playing while carrying Chrissy on her back. Chrissy creating a distraction while Nancy hit the golf ball with a gun
they get banned from the mini golf place ✌😔
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