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unclewaynemunson · 7 months

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It was winter '86 when Nancy found out what it felt like to return to your hometown after having moved away. She had managed to skip Thanksgiving, giving her mother some vague excuse about needing to study for her midterms, but there was no way she could get out of Christmas. So here she was, wrapped in a thick coat and matching scarf, finding herself back on the very streets she had wanted so desperately to leave behind.

Moving to Boston had been a liberation for her. It had been the only way to break free from everything that happened over the past three years. Life had become normal again: she had made friends, gone to parties, taken interesting classes... She had finally been able to breathe fresh air again.

It wasn't like everything was magically alright all of a sudden, of course. She still slept with a gun beside her bed – praying that her roommate Jess would never find out about that – and she wondered if the pain of not having Barb to share all these new experiences with would ever fade away. But she was doing better. The pain wasn't as sharp anymore, far away from the streets that did nothing but remind her.

Now, it was the day before Christmas Eve and she was walking around town, with no aim but to flee from her mother's stress about needing everything about the upcoming days to be perfect.

It felt weird, walking these familiar streets again after having been away. She felt like an intruder in what once used to be her town, a place she had left behind for a reason. She still knew every road, every building, she still had memories waiting for her at every corner... But those streets weren't hers anymore.

All of these memories were about Barb. Barb, who would never get out of Hawkins. Barb, whose skeleton was decaying in the dark and twisted version of her town, right underneath the pavement Nancy was walking on. Barb, who had a gravestone with her name on it while another girl was now growing up in the room in the house that had once been hers. These streets would always stay Barb's. It was a narrative that was finished, a book that had reached its ending, and Nancy was forcing it to stay open by merely walking here.

The streets were quiet: as cold and dark as they were supposed to be on the night before Christmas Eve. Lights were twinkling in the houses Nancy passed, and on the few occasions she did cross paths with someone else, she'd always think – just for a second – that it was Barb, still sixteen and risen from her early grave to haunt her.

Wherever she went, she found shadows that only she could see, darker than they were supposed to be. She saw the shadow of their lemonade stand on the corner of Barb's street. She saw the silhouettes of two little girls with pigtails in their hair cycling hand-in-hand towards the middle school building. She saw them giggling on their way to the swimming pool, looking at store windows on Main Street after they got their first pocket money, walking out of the library with big piles of books in their arms; she saw Barb waiting for her at the community center after Nancy's ballet practice, and she saw herself on the way to Barb's to walk Bobby the dog with her. She saw two shadows on the playground, gossiping on top of the jungle gym that was shaped like a pirate ship; two shadows on their way to the pumpkin patch on the edge of town; two shadows playing tag in the woods... Two shadows leading her exactly to the last place they'd been together, where the walls of a big house were stained with Nancy's mistakes on that fateful warm November night in '83. The place where the two shadows had stopped being interlinked; where one of them had wanted other things than the other and they each went their own separate way. Where they got ripped apart from each other for good.

Nancy just stood there, unmoving and hidden away by the shadows of the evening, staring at the stones of Steve Harrington's house with no intention of going in and saying hi. She had no idea how much time passed until the door opened and a girl stepped outside.

For a moment, Nancy genuinely believed that her mere gaze had managed to summon Barb out of the swimming pool that was her grave, to finally become something far more horrifying than a shadow. It was a moment long enough to make her lose her guard and stumble forward over the pavement.

“Nance?”

It was Robin. The girl who stepped out of the house was Robin Buckley. Tall, freckled face, blue eyes... But that was all the resemblance she had to Barb

“What are you doing here?”

Nancy took a big breath and shrugged, trying to shake off the uncanny feeling.

“I was just taking a walk,” she said, trying to seem normal - or at least as normal as this situation would allow her.

Robin stared at her for a few seconds, a strange look in her eyes, as if she was trying to decipher some secret code written on Nancy's face.

Then, she nodded. “Okay,” she said, her voice carefully neutral. “Wanna walk home with me? I was gonna bike, but I can call Steve when I get home and ask him to bring me my bike tomorrow.”

Nancy could easily admit that aimlessly roaming the empty streets of Hawkins with Robin by her side sounded much more appealing than all by herself, so she agreed and allowed Robin to distract her with easy conversation while they left the big houses of Loch Nora behind them.

The two of them had kept in touch, with Robin in college in Indianapolis and Nancy at Emerson. They wrote each other letters and called almost every week. And when Nancy had arrived in Hawkins a few days ago, being around Robin again had no doubt been one of the good things about being back.

The presence of Robin beside her reminded Nancy of all kinds of other memories laid out on those streets; ones that didn't include Barb. They passed the corner where she and Steve had once made out in his car, not long after they got back together at the end of '83. They passed the playground with the trampoline where she and Mike had spent countless afternoons launching a laughing baby Holly into the air. They passed the lunchroom where she and Fred would hang out together every time they had a newspaper deadline coming up. They passed the dirt road leading up to the Byers' house, where Jonathan had run after her that day they broke up to give her a hug and make sure they'd part as friends and not just as exes. And finally, they passed the edge of the woods where she and Robin had walked side-by-side and Robin had smiled at the ground, almost shy, when Nancy asked her if they were friends, officially. Nancy remembered that as clear as if it had happened yesterday: amidst all the horrors, the fear, and the looming threats on their lives, had been this genuine smile. It had given her yet another reason to keep trying to win that fight no matter how badly the odds were stacked against them. It had warmed something deep inside of her and made her realize that her problems with Jonathan were beyond trying to save.

Now, more than nine months later and with the feeling that she'd known Robin for much longer than that, Nancy looked to her right to find that same smile playing around Robin's lips, as if she was lost in the exact same memory as Nancy.

Barb would probably keep haunting the streets of Hawkins forever, never letting that uncanny feeling in Nancy's gut fade away whenever she'd visit her old hometown. Her ghost would make the fading pain flare up, sharp and fresh all over again. But this street right here, following the edge of the woods and leading into Robin's neighborhood, was untainted by memories of Barb. The two of them had no business ever going here – contrary to Robin.

Nancy breathed out and asked herself what Barb would want her to do right now.

She'd want you to heal, Nance, Robin once told her, months ago, when Nancy had finally found the courage to talk out loud about everything that happened.

So on this cold winter night, she stretched out her hand and grabbed Robin's. She could feel warmth through their gloves, sparking all the way through her arm and chest, right into her cheeks. Robin's smile deepened and she squeezed Nancy's fingers, not letting go until they reached her front door.

Maybe being back in Hawkins wasn't as bad as Nancy thought it would be.

Ronancetober day 8: uncanny. Inspired by the song These Streets by Bastille

#inspired by that weird feeling of coming back to your hometown #sometimes it's nice #sometimes bittersweet #and sometimes outright uncanny #it holds the reminders of the person you stopped being and yet it shaped you into the person you are now #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #ronancetober #ronancetober2023 #stranger things #fanfic #fruity ficlet

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ronancetober2023 · 8 months

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happy ronancetober!!! 🤭✨

the prompt list for this year's ronancetober is out!! we decided to make this account as well so that we can archive and comment better on everything that will be created this year :)

for those that don't remember or weren't here for last year, i'll make the "rules"(?) of the challenge clear!! they're not really rules but. guidance!

the challenge is for everyone!!! you don't need to be a writer or an artist or an editor in specific! the prompts were chosen and worded in a way so any form of media is possible :)

we have sixteen ronancetober days; so, the challenge is meant to be a "day in, day out" format! to make it easier to understand: october 1st is day one, october 3rd is day two, yadda yadda yadda, until october 31st, which is meant to be day 16! this means you have a day between the prompts to make the creation process easier!! the days in between can also be used as rest days :))) anyway, it's a way to make it less overwhelming!

you can play with the prompts and interpret them in any way you like! there's no need to follow them in a specific manner and there is no right or wrong.

remember to use the tags #ronancetober and #ronancetober2023 so we can all check your work!!!!! we're so excited to see what you guys will come up with :)

thank you so, so much for all the love and support given to this. i never expected this challenge would come so far and the fact you guys wanted a new prompt list is what motivated us to do this again!

the ask box will be open if you guys have any questions. you can also interact with us on twitter, where we'll also reblog and interact with what's posted there! :)

once again, happy ronancetober, and i hope you guys have fun with the challenge!!! 💌💌💌

#ronance #ronancetober #ronancetober2023 #ronancetober 2023 #stranger things

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smileweakandwrong · 7 months

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Chapter Two- Origins

“You know, you’re getting pretty damn good at saving my life. Careful, Wheeler, I might start thinking that I’m your favourite person.” Robin rocked her shoulder against Nancy’s.

You are. The thought was there in Nancy’s head without hesitation and she swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and offered a small smile.

Nancy has a conversation with her mother and learns that her new abilities might not be so new after all, and with the help of a vision, faces off against Hawkin's newest monster. All while dealing with a growing amount of gay panic, of course.

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Ronancetober Day 5: Blood

Artwork by the incredible @sweepy-stringbean!

#ronance #ronance fic #nancy has powers fic #sweepy stringbean #collaboration #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler fanart #robin buckley #ronancetober2023 #ronancetober 2023 #i love this feral bloody nancy so damn much

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yournowheregirl · 7 months

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ronancetober 🍁❤️ day 1: upside down

wc: 986 | rating: G | cw: none | @ronancetober2023

It’s a warm Spring day and Robin is spending her day at her favorite place, the playground. It’s only a couple blocks away from her house and Robin can’t wait for summer vacation so she can stay at the playground for even longer.

The swings are her favorite, she loves going higher and higher until her feet are almost touching the sky. But today, the swings are occupied by some boy in a striped polo and his friend with the freckles. Robin tries to ask nicely if she could have a turn but the freckled boy sneers her and tells her that this is a no-girls-allowed zone and that she should leave. The boy in the polo nods along, even though Robin could see in his eyes that didn’t like his friend’s mean words either.

Robin huffs and stomps away. Stupid boys.

She looks around the playground and weighs her options. Sure, the slide is fun but she gets bored after just five times going up and down the ladder. She needs another person to get on the seesaw, so that won’t work either.

Of course, there’s always the jungle gym. Robin’s arms are too weak to cross the monkey bars, but maybe she can climb the part next to it. She’s never tried it before, but she’s sure she can do it.

A couple other girls are already there and Robin almost trips over her own feet as she sees how one girl suddenly drops from the metal bar. For a second, Robin thinks that the girl is going to fall and hurt herself, but the girl just… hangs on to the bar by her knees. Dark brown curls cascade down towards the ground but the girl’s conversation goes on as normal. As if she isn’t hanging upside down and all Robin can do is stare in awe.

“Woah.”

That catches the girl’s attention. She looks up at Robin with a curious glint in her blue eyes and a small smile creeps onto her face.

“Hi. You wanna try?”

“Uh… I’m not sure I can.” Robin says, already feeling her cheeks heat up from embarrassment.

“Sure you can.” The girl says with full conviction. She swings her body back and forth before flinging herself off the jungle gym, only catching herself off balance for a second when she lands. The girl smiles brightly at Robin and holds out her hand. “I’m Nancy, by the way. This is Barb.”

“Hi.” A red-headed girl with a glasses and pink dress waves shyly at Robin.

“I’m Robin and uh, I don’t think I can do what you just did.” Robin mutters.

Nancy scoffs. “Of course you can. Barb and I will help you. It’s super fun.”

“Okay…”

“Good.” Nancy nods, her petite frame filled with determination. “You can climb onto it, right?”

Robin nods slowly. A fluttery feeling settles in her stomach and her cheeks get even warmer the longer Nancy continues to stare at her. It almost makes her giggle, but she decides to bite her lip to prevent that from happening. She has to pay attention otherwise It’s only when Nancy’s eyes widen and pointedly look at the metal bars in front of her, that Robin gets the hint and climbs on top of the jungle gym.

She’s a little wobbly and her weak arms really don’t help the situation but Robin manages to pull herself upright and swing her legs over the metal bar. So far so good, but now comes the scary part.

“Okay, so now you just… let yourself fall.” Nancy says. She says it so easily, like she’s telling Robin to count to ten, instead of telling her to possibly fall to a certain death. Or well, a headache and a couple bruises. Nancy must sense Robin’s hesitation, because she puts her hand over Robin and says softly, “Don’t worry, I’ll catch you.”

“Yeah, right.” Robin snorts.

“Promise.” Nancy says and she sounds so serious that Robin doesn’t even dare to disagree with her again.

Her knuckles turn white from the way she’s gripping the metal bars so tightly and the soft tiles of the playground suddenly seem as hard as rocks. Robin takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and does possibly the scariest thing she’s ever done: she lets herself fall backwards.

Robin can feel her heart racing and her head goes all dizzy but she still finds the courage to slowly open her eyes and oh—

This is… this is actually fun. It’s so weird to see the world from this angle, the sky has suddenly become the ground and the kids are now running around where the clouds should be. Robin could get used to this.

“Your face is turning red.” Nancy says bluntly.

“Oh. Really?”

“Uh-uh.” Nancy nods. “Your head is going to explode if you stay like this too long.”

“What?!” Robin shrieks, scrambling her hands back up the metal bar to pull herself back up. Which is harder than she expected, those stupid weak arms of hers, but with a little help from a giggling Nancy and Barb, Robin finds herself in an upright position quicker than she thought. Wait, why are they giggling? Oh. “You were joking.”

“Maybe.” Nancy giggles. “But see, you can totally do it.”

“Totally.” Barb nods along.

A woman with a toddler on her hip calls out for Nancy from a distance and Nancy sighs heavily at the sound. “I’m sorry, my mom is calling me. Will you be here again tomorrow? I wanna show you more tricks.”

“Yeah, I think so.” Robin smiles.

“Yay! See you tomorrow, Robin!” Nancy says happily. She grabs Barb’s hand to walk towards her mom, but just before she gets there, Nancy turns around to wave at Robin one more time. Robin’s heart speeds up at the sight and she quickly waves back.

See, there’s a reason why the playground is Robin’s favorite place.

#ronance #ronancetober #ronancetober2023 #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #alice’s writing adventures #ronance fic #ronance ficlet

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lavenderstobins · 6 months

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new ronance fic just dropped. featuring eden & nancy being buds, nancy misreading situations, robin being so embarrassed she turns purple, and eventual smut

#ronancetober #ronancetober2023 #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #st #st fics #my fics #my writing #sapphirerays #lesbianancy

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scalira · 7 months

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I'm somewhere outside my life, babe

“Nancy,” Murray says once he’s reached her. He looks even more disheveled than he did a moment ago. “The mice… asked me to give you a message.”

Nancy looks at him, then looks over her shoulder to Robin. Robin looks as confused as Nancy feels.

“The… the jumping mice?” Robin asks.

Murray doesn’t even look at Robin as he continues, “They’re saying… don’t go through the little door. Does that make sense to you?”

#ronance #ronancetober2023 #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronancetober #lana writes #IT'S HERE!!#IT'S FINISHED!!#This turned out way longer than I expected but I had so much fun writing it #I love coraline and i loved writing this with the script of the movie next to it to draw inspiration from #And I took some quotes straight from the movie as well as little references

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thefourchimes · 7 months

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follow the tide (with the monsters on your shoulder)

Nancy wipes her forehead of sweat and blood that proves she’s still human. Her lips are bitten red and chapped. Her expression is cold. This is the face of someone who has won a thousand battles, Robin thinks. Someone who has conquered kingdoms and more. Someone who will take this one by force and smile while doing it. Nancy stares at Robin, eyes smooth as stone. “That’s the best you can do?”

Robin and Nancy meet again, except they aren't the same. Not really.

Ronancetober 2023 Day 2: Monstrous

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronancetober 2023 day 2: monstrous #ronancetober day 2: monstrous #day 2: monstrous #ciquest au #fc ciquest au #four chimes au #the four chimes au #ronancetober #ronancetober 2023 #ronancetober2023

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ronancexists · 7 months

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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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maggierosestudio · 6 months

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Day 9: Free Day 🎺

#myartwork #ronance #robin x nancy #ronance fanart #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #st4 fanart #ronancetober #ronancetober 2023 #ronancetober2023

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sweepy-stringbean · 7 months

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ronancetober2023 Day 4: [Vampire] Kiss

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unclewaynemunson · 7 months

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It was the thirteenth of September. Nancy was lying on her bed, with her head in Robin's lap and Robin's fingers softly combing through her hair, both of them holding a book in their hands. They had been spending a lot of time together like this lately, simply enjoying each other's company and perhaps headed towards something Robin didn't quite dare to name yet.

"Today is Barb's birthday."

The words came out of Nancy's mouth sudden and unexpected, cutting through what had been a comfortable silence like a knife.

Robin hesitated before reacting; something she wasn't exactly known for, usually, but she knew she should be careful with her words right now.

"You never told me about her," she decided to say.

"I suppose Steve told you all about what happened," Nancy answered.

It was true: over the months in which the two of them had gotten to know each other better, they had talked about pretty much everything - everything except this. Robin had often felt like it was something too delicate to ask about. She had seen the haunted look in Nancy's eyes sometimes, whenever she was staring at the pictures on her wall or into the Harringtons' backyard. But this was the first time Nancy ever alluded to Barb's existence.

"He did," Robin admitted. "Or, well, maybe not all of it, I don't know about that. He told me about the monster. The Demogorgon."

"What if I told you..." Nancy's voice was barely more than a whisper. "That that wasn't the only monster at Steve's house that night?"

"What?" Robin was pretty sure no other monsters had been involved when Steve told her about what happened on that fateful night in 1983.

Nancy went to sit up and turned her face away from Robin.

"Did you know that Barb didn't even want to go to Steve's in the first place?" she asked. Without waiting for a reply, she continued, "She wanted to drop me off and leave me there. She never even liked Steve and his friends. But I pushed her to come with me. She didn't wanna drink, she was uncomfortable all night, but I told her to be my guardian, to make sure that I wouldn't get drunk and do something stupid. And when she tried to do just that, I ditched her." She paused for a moment, but still didn't look at Robin. "She died mad at me, Robin. I told her to leave, when I should've looked out for her. And because of that, she died. I treated her terribly, that night. If I hadn't neglected her, she'd still be... I was the real monster."

Robin scooted closer towards her on the bed. She still couldn't see Nancy's face, but her shoulders were shaking, so she pulled Nancy into her arms and wrapped them tightly around her. Nancy responded to her touch by burying her face in the crook of Robin's neck.

"Have you ever talked about this?" Robin asked. "With Steve, Jonathan, your mom? Anyone?"

She felt how Nancy shook her head, still hidden away in her neckline. Almost unconsciously, she let one of her hands wander until her fingers were back where they had been before, tangled in Nancy's curls.

For almost three years, Nancy had been living her life feeling like a monster. She had let the guilt about what happened to her friend gnaw at her until it made a home for itself inside of her and became part of her. "I was the real monster." She had let grief and remorse fester while refusing to ever share that burden with anybody. She had never even allowed anyone to tell her another story than the one she told herself.

"You weren't a monster, Nance," Robin said softly. "It breaks my heart that you've been thinking that way about yourself. You were just being a stupid teenager. You were - you were curious about a boy, trying some new things, and your friend didn't like that. That's like, half of what friendships are about when you're a teenager, isn't it? Nothing about that makes you a monster. There's no way you could've foreseen the consequences. If things were normal, she would've forgiven you the next day and you would've told her all about your night with Steve; and maybe she would've made fun of you a little bit, but at the end of the day, you'd have each others' backs. She would never let you think about yourself the way you've been doing. You were never a monster, Nancy. You were just a girl. A girl who lost her best friend through no fault of her own."

Finally, Nancy lifted her head to look at Robin. The look in her eyes was strikingly intense.

"Thank you," she said. "I - I honestly never looked at it that way. I didn't even know how much I needed to hear that." She uttered a long, heavy sigh. "I don't think I'll ever be able to stop thinking about how lonely she must've felt when she died."

Robin squeezed her tighter in her arms. "How she died was only a few seconds of her life, though. There's so much more to remember her by than that. She was a person for sixteen years, before that happened. And she was your friend for most of that time. You wanna tell me about that?"

Nancy stayed silent for a long time. Just when Robin started worrying she had said the wrong thing, Nancy drew in a shuddering breath.

"She was my best friend," she said, with a crack in her voice. "We used to bike into the woods and collect acorns and chestnuts in the fall. We'd make our own gross tea from leaves in her garden and read books to each other in silly voices. She cut her hair short when she turned twelve; I had to come with her to the hairdresser and hold her hand. And she helped me find one of my baby tooth when it fell out in the playground and I lost it."

Nancy kept talking, just sharing whatever memories came to her mind, like snapshots of this short life they lived together. And Robin kept asking questions whenever she fell silent. She let her talk about Barb until long after the clock struck 12 and it wasn't Barb's birthday anymore. And every year after that, on the thirteenth of September, she would ask Nancy again to tell her about Barb. And Nancy never ran out of stories to tell her.

(Ronancetober day 2: monstruous)

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