Girls With Guns

MultiFandom Blog: Currently knee deep in the Ronance passenger seat.

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The gang is in Philly for a meetup, Nancy wakes up to the smell of breakfast, goes down stairs and finds -a newly confident in her body- Robin Buckley making bacon and eggs in a deep cut muscle tank without a bra and then absolutely short circuits at the sight of her. Cheeks red and eyes wide, Nancy stands frozen in the doorway. Robin smirks privately because yeah she knows exactly what she’s doing after catching Nancy practically eye fucking her the night before.

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pov : you just came out to your moms

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Robin gifts this to Nancy for their 1 year anniversary

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Where is all the nsfw Ronance art?

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okokokokokok lalalalalalalalala

they just had their first kiss

that’s why theyre like this

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Another song from the Ronance playlist while I try to write this one shot.

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Thinking about a little Massachusetts Ronance one shot where no one knows that Robin and Nancy have started seeing each other. Max visits each of them individually-Robin at Smith, Nancy in Boston and slowly starts to put the clues together when she finds belongings in the wrong apartments.

Max’s suspicions are confirmed when she catches Robin in a lie. Robin said she was working on a big final and couldn’t have visitors only for Steve to blurt out that she finished that final the previous week. Max decides to do a surprise drop in to Nancy’s and finds Robin trying to shimmy down the fire escape.

Flash forward to Nancy and Robin sitting on the couch like two teenagers being scolded by Max for not telling her sooner.

Should I explore this?

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Ok. I’m going to start outlining this. I can’t promise it will be quick, but I’ll make it happen

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POV: Nancy just told Robin she isn’t wearing any underwear

[bi-spyder-witch]

Thinking about a little Massachusetts Ronance one shot where no one knows that Robin and Nancy have started seeing each other. Max visits each of them individually-Robin at Smith, Nancy in Boston and slowly starts to put the clues together when she finds belongings in the wrong apartments.

Max’s suspicions are confirmed when she catches Robin in a lie. Robin said she was working on a big final and couldn’t have visitors only for Steve to blurt out that she finished that final the previous week. Max decides to do a surprise drop in to Nancy’s and finds Robin trying to shimmy down the fire escape.

Flash forward to Nancy and Robin sitting on the couch like two teenagers being scolded by Max for not telling her sooner.

Should I explore this?

[bi-spyder-witch]

Ronance Newsroom AU

Steve is the president of the news division. Robin the news anchor of their flagship show who has stopped doing any real reporting in favor of ratings grabs. Steve decides the show needs fixing so he hires the best Executive Producer in the business who also happens to be Robin’s ex, and he does so behind Robin’s back.

If you’ve seen the show, you know the potential.

Do you see the vision?

Also if you haven’t watched the Newsroom, do it.

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[bi-spyder-witch]

Ronance Newsroom AU

Steve is the president of the news division. Robin the news anchor of their flagship show who has stopped doing any real reporting in favor of ratings grabs. Steve decides the show needs fixing so he hires the best Executive Producer in the business who also happens to be Robin’s ex, and he does so behind Robin’s back.

If you’ve seen the show, you know the potential.

Do you see the vision?

Also if you haven’t watched the Newsroom, do it.

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Ok artists,

Here’s the prompt:

Ronance photobooth: where Nancy kisses Robin for the first time during the second picture in the strip and the subsequent reactions for the last two pictures. Do you see the vision?

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HC: Nancy gets really into paintball in the 90s much to Robin’s chagrin until she walks out of the bedroom one day dressed like this…

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Was going through my notes app–as I often do–and found something I wrote back at the beginning of the year after reading one way or another. It has less than 1800 words, and it's just a little scene of Nancy and Robin talking on the roof at some undefined time after the upside-down closing and before them leaving to college. Nothing special, but I read it and decided to share it here instead of letting it rot in there.

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Nancy adjusted her grip on the beer crate, feeling a little silly.

She'd done this a million times before. Showing up unannounced with drinks at Robin's door, hoping she'd be home, awake, and in the right mood to entertain Nancy's need for attention. It was a regular occurrence, but there was something different about that night.

A nervous energy that ran through Nancy from the moment she received the new enrollment materials for Emerson in the mail earlier, identical to the previous one except for the lack of stains caused by careless soldiers.

The door of the small house on Willow Avenue opened to reveal Robin already dressed in pajamas, the right side of her hair completely tousled. The taller girl opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Her eyes slightly wide and uncertain. Like they were trying to decide whether they should look worried or not.

"Sorry" Nancy hurried to say, her eyes drifting to her wristwatch. The clock hands showed ten minutes to midnight "I-" She started, suddenly embarrassed to be there so late "I couldn't sleep." It came out almost as a whisper.

Robin just stared at her for a second, as if the gears in her brain were lagging behind. She clearly didn't share Nancy's sleeping problem. She was already in bed, and Nancy just woke her up like an asshole.

A current of icy air swept past them both, making Robin shiver and jolting her out of the sleepy stupor.

"Jesus, Nance." She blurted out, voice raspier than usual, quickly stepping back "It's freezing out there, just- just come in"

"Sorry" Nancy repeated without moving, her voice also sounding a little different, weaker than usual.

Robin shuddered at the sound of the words, Nancy wasn't sure if it was just a reaction to the cold, or to how strange the apology sounded coming from Nancy's mouth. Normally, trying to get one from her was like pulling teeth.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Wheeler" She dismissed it in that typical Robin tone, the one that made it difficult to tell if she was annoyed or just pretending "Just enter the damn house"

Nancy hesitated for another second, then went inside, the crate of beer still dangling in her hand. The house was a little warmer than outside, but not much, all the lights except the living room already off.

"I can go home" Nancy suggested, a little flushed, watching Robin close the door and then turn to start walking towards the stairs, rubbing her eyes to shake off the sleepiness.

"Don't. It's fine" Robin muttered before nodding for Nancy to follow her.

They remained silent until they reached her room. It was much warmer than the rest of the house thanks to a small heater in one corner.

For a moment, because of the cold, Nancy thought that maybe Robin would decide to break their ritual and stay inside. But then she walked to the closet and started adding a few layers of clothing over her pajamas, putting on socks before grabbing the folding chairs and heading towards the window.

"You can grab a coat if you wanna" she said, opening it.

Nancy was already more than warmly dressed, but for some reason, the offer was oddly tempting. She ignored that feeling and simply followed her outside.

They sat down in the chairs, Nancy watched Robin grab the first beer from the crate, opening it nonchalantly as if Nancy hadn't just shattered her entire nightly routine.

"So... is this also stolen beer from your dad or you just decided to rob a store on your way here?" Robin broke the silence, turning to face Nancy, one eyebrow raised, trying to suppress a smile.

Nancy rolled her eyes, grabbing a beer as well, feeling something warm settle in her chest, relieved that Robin didn't seem too annoyed by Nancy's indiscretion.

"At gunpoint" she answered, trying and failing at a deadpan delivery, a little twist in the corner of her mouth betraying her "The police will be knocking on your door any moment now"

Robin huffed, also losing the fight against a little smile on her face. Nancy loved being the person putting it there.

"At gunpoint" Robin echoed "Of course"

Nancy watched her carefully as she took another sip of the bad beer, grimacing. Her hair still tousled from sleeping. Nancy's perfectionist side wanted to lean closer and fix it. At least, that's what she convinced herself.

"Should have threatened them for better beer" Nancy joked, pushing the thought away.

Robin smiled, getting more comfortable in the chair.

"There's always next time"

"Assuming you won't get tired of me showing up unannounced" Nancy said, looking down to the can of beer before taking her first sip. It was, in fact, pretty bad.

"I like when you show up" Robin responded without missing a beat, then added in a more somber tone "It's better than the alternative"

Nancy frowned.

"And what's that?" She asked, looking up to watch her again.

Robin shifted a little in place, squirming with the sudden attention. Nancy noticed the way she gripped the beer tighter, eyes shifting away a little embarrassed.

"You getting tired of me" she said after a moment of weird silence, an admission "Not showing up at all" she finished.

A million answers flew through Nancy's mind. Like that was possible. Like I could stay away from you. Like I'm not...

"You don't have to worry about that" she said, simply.

The wind howled and they went back to the silence, resigning themselves to drinking and looking at the peaceful scenery of another Hawkins' night. Peaceful. It was a word she had long stopped associating to the small town. But that's what it was now. No monsters, no military. Normal.

And so would be their lifes from now on.

They would follow their own ways. Go to college, leave it all behind. Nancy never thought she would see the end of the Upside-Down as bittersweet. But a strange part of her mourned that end. Would the others still want her around now that she wasn't that useful anymore? Now that they didn't need to fear for their lifes? Didn't need her to protect her?

Would Robin still want to keep contact once she left for Boston? Would they ever find themselves back there? Siting together under the moonlight, drinking bad beer and enjoying each other companies? How would Nancy manage without her there?

"Whatchu' thinking about?" Robin asked suddenly.

Nancy hadn't realized how much she had drifted away. She looked at Robin, staring at her earnestly. Nancy's heart clenched. Yeah. It felt bittersweet.

"That I'll miss this" she answered "in Boston" she clarified.

Robin chuckled.

"I bet there'll be a lot of cool people in Boston with much cooler actual balconies for you to hang out Nancy" she said. A try at lightening the mood.

But not you. Nancy's mind provided.

"You know what I mean" she said instead. And she hoped she knew. That she felt that too.

You do, right?

Robin looked down at her own lap.

"I know what you mean" she said softly.

Nancy adjusted her grip on her beer, her foot started to tap. That anxious energy she had felt the whole day coming up again.

"I just..." she started. She wasn't nearly drunk enough to be talking about feelings. To be spilling what was in her heart. Still, she couldn’t seem to stop "can't stop thinking about it"

"That's why you can't sleep?" Robin asked.

"Yeah- I mean. I'm not backing down or something, I want to go. That's not what I'm saying at all, I-" She felt her thoughts start to spiral.

"I know." Robin intervened, placing a hand in her knee. Nancy looked at her hand, then at her "I know you want." She assured with a weak smile "But it's still weird, right? Leaving all behind."

Nancy bit the inside if her cheek thoughtfully. Robin continued.

"I mean all I ever wanted was to leave this town, go to France or- jeez, it doesn't even have to be out of the country, anywhere else, really." She let go of Nancy's knee to gesture along "And I still want to go, I still want to leave. But so much has happened, and we have this- this little group of people we love and care about here. People I never thought I would ever even talk to. I mean, 15 years old me would go totally bonkers if I told her Nancy Wheeler is sitting in my makeshift balcony drinking beer" Nancy rolled her eyes, flushing a little, a small smile trying to spread through. Robin smiled too, continuing in her ramble "she would be like 'I don't even have a balcony, and- and no way Nancy is talking to us, she such a priss, and a nerd, and not the type of nerd that talk with us band geeks, the regular type, the ones that get good grades and are probably at least a little religious'"

"Did you really thought I was religious?" Nancy interrupted wincing a little but without losing her own smile.

"Kinda?" Robin shrugged, eyes squinting awkwardly "My point is... it's okay to feel weird about leaving, it's okay to feel like you're goint to miss Hawkins" she said a little more seriously.

"I'm not gonna miss Hawkins, Robin" Nancy said before she could think it through "I'm gonna miss you"

The statement slipped out heavy. Maybe a little too heavy. Desperate even. Enough to make Robin hold her breath."a-and the boys, the kids, and my family" Nancy added quickly trying to correct it.

Robin just stared at her for a second, then smiled.

"Im gonna miss you too"

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hawkins' very own spider-girl

synopsis ➜ robin buckley is hawkins' very own spider-girl. but trying to juggle her secret identity is becoming increasingly harder as she falls for the prettiest girl in hawkins

a spider-ronance blurb

Robin kept secrets badly in all the ways that mattered.

Not the facts. Facts, she could juggle. Facts were easy. Facts were lockers and lies and carefully timed excuses, bruises hidden under long sleeves, a backpack heavier than it should've been because the mask and suit was tucked into the bottom under chemistry notes and a half-eaten granola bar.

It was the feeling of it that ruined her.

Because Nancy looked at her too closely.

Not suspiciously, exactly. Nancy Wheeler had a stare like she was always half a second from solving a murder, but with Robin it was softer than that. Warmer. It made Robin feel peeled open. Seen. Which was, frankly, a disaster when she was secretly the masked menace currently swinging around Hawkins and also maybe, possibly, definitely in love with her terrifyingly beautiful best friend.

“Why are you limping?”

Robin froze halfway through opening the fridge. “I’m not.”

Nancy leaned against the counter, arms folded. She was wearing one of Robin’s old sweaters because she spilled coffee on her own shirt an hour ago, and Robin had been trying not to pass out about it ever since. “You are,” Nancy said. “Also, you winced when you reached up.”

“I didn't.”

“You did. Twice.”

Robin grabbed an orange soda because it gave her something to do with her hands. Her ribs ached where a guy in a rhino-themed exosuit kicked her through a billboard three nights ago. Her shoulder was a bright, hot line of pain. She had been doing so well, too. Normal amount of weird. Manageable amount of pining. And then Nancy showed up at her door tonight with takeout and a stack of notes and that little crease between her brows that told Robin one thing.

"I’m worried about you."

Which was honestly more dangerous than any supervillain.

“I fell,” Robin said finally.

Nancy’s eyes narrowed. “Doing what?”

Robin opened the soda. “Parkour.”

“Robin.”

“Fine. Just... tripped on the stairs.”

“You live in a one-story house.”

“Then I... emotionally tripped on the stairs.”

Nancy’s mouth twitched.

That was the worst part. Nancy smiling at her made Robin want to confess everything.

Hi, yes, actually, I wasn’t avoiding your calls, I was dangling upside down from a radio tower trying to stop an arms deal. Yes, the split lip was a mugging, technically, except I was one of the muggers if you define mugging as aggressively interfering with organized crime. Also I think about kissing you so often it should qualify as a medical condition.

Instead Robin said, too quickly, “Anyway, how’s your article?”

Nancy didn't let her get away with it. Of course she didn't.

She crossed the kitchen in three steps, gentler now, close enough that Robin could smell her shampoo. “You’re hurt.”

Robin looked anywhere but Nancy’s face. The floor. The counter. The stupid orange soda sweating in her hand. “I’m okay.”

“Robin.”

That voice.

God.

Robin laugher, small and thin and hopeless. “You know, it’s actually really unfair that you get to say my name like that.”

Nancy blinked. “Like what?”

“Like…” Robin gestured helplessly. “Like you care.”

Nancy went very still.

For one wild moment, Robin thought this was it. This was where the whole thing collapsed. Secret identity, emotional repression, friendship, all of it. She could practically hear the thread snapping.

But Nancy just reached out and touched Robin’s wrist. Lightly. Like she was asking permission.

“I do care,” Nancy said.

And Robin, who faced down a man throwing pumpkin bombs last week without flinching, nearly folded in half.

The mask was in her bag in the hall closet. Her suit was drying where she hand-washed blood out of the sleeve. There was a police scanner tucked under her bed. She had exactly a thousand reasons not to do this.

Nancy’s thumb brushed over the inside of Robin’s wrist, where her pulse had absolutely abandoned any attempt at dignity.

“You keep disappearing,” Nancy said quietly. “You come back bruised, exhausted, looking like you haven’t slept. And every time I ask, you make a joke and I let you. But I’m done letting you.”

Robin swallowed. “Nancy—”

“Is someone hurting you?”

Yes, Robin thought. Repeatedly. Usually while monologuing.

“No,” she said.

Nancy searched her face with that same impossible, open attention. “Then tell me what’s going on.”

Robin wanted to. God, she wanted to.

She wanted to tell Nancy about the first time she jumped off a roof and realized she could trust the webline to hold. About the horrible responsibility of hearing sirens and knowing she could do something. About how lonely it was, sometimes, to be the only one between the city and the awful things that were crawling through it. About the way she always checked Nancy’s street twice on patrol, just in case. About how every secret had started to feel like a wall between them, and she was so tired of walls.

But if she told Nancy, Nancy would become part of it. A target. A weakness. The one thing every enemy would reach for first.

So Robin did the hardest thing she knew how to do.

She stepped back.

Nancy’s face changed almost imperceptibly. Not anger. Something worse. Hurt.

And Robin hated herself for putting it there.

“I can’t,” Robin whispered.

Nancy’s hand fell to her side. “Can’t... or won’t?”

Robin looked at her then, because she owed her that much.

The answer was all over Robin’s face, apparently, because Nancy’s expression softened with sudden understanding, not of the secret itself, maybe, but of the shape of it. Of the weight.

“There's something...” Nancy said.

Robin nodded once.

“Something dangerous.”

There was a longer pause. Then another nod.

Nancy inhaled. “And you think telling me would put me at risk.”

Robin’s laugh was shaky. “You make it sound so rational when you say it.”

Nancy tilted her head. “Isn’t it?”

“No,” Robin said, and then, because the truth had to go somewhere, “It’s unbearable.”

The room went quiet.

Nancy looked at her in that piercing way, but now there was something unguarded in it too. Something tender enough to make Robin’s chest ache harder than her ribs.

“Robin,” Nancy said, very softly, “whatever this is… you don’t have to carry it alone forever.”

Robin almost said, I know.

Instead she said, “I’m trying really hard not to drag you into my mess.”

Nancy gave her a sad little smile. “That sounds noble.”

“It is,” Robin said. “And also very stupid. I contain multitudes.”

That got a real laugh out of Nancy, brief and breathy and beautiful.

Robin felt the whole world tilt.

Nancy stepped closer again, slower this time, giving Robin every chance to move away. But she didn't.

“You don’t have to tell me tonight,” Nancy said. “But you are going to let me help with the limping.”

Robin glanced down. “That depends. Is your bedside manner mean?”

“Extremely.”

“Hot,” Robin said before her brain could stop her.

Nancy’s eyes widened.

Robin slapped a hand over her face. “Great. Perfect. Super. Ignore that. I’m concussed, probably, so legally that did not happen.”

For half a second Nancy just stared.

Then she smiled. Small, stunned, real.

“No,” Nancy said, voice warm now, “I don’t think I'll ignore it.”

Robin lowered her hand.

Nancy was blushing. Just a little.

Oh...

Oh.

The air between them changed shape.

Robin’s heart was doing unlicensed acrobatics. Somewhere across town, crime was probably happening, but for once the universe would just have to wait.

Nancy nodded toward the hallway. “Sit down. I’ll get the first-aid kit.”

Robin, still dazed, managed, “You know, for someone not currently dating Spider-Girl, you are being weirdly understanding about mysterious injuries.”

Nancy paused in the doorway and looked back over her shoulder.

There was the faintest glint in her eyes. Clever and calm and devastating.

“Robin,” she said, “who says I haven’t figured out more than you think?”

And then she disappeared down the hall, leaving Robin standing in the kitchen with an open soda, a bruised rib, and the sudden terrifying shock of her words.

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ronance commission for @maggierosestudio c:

[again-and-again-brain-afk]

Robin: Nancy , you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Nancy , naked in Robin's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Robin, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

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God yes more of this trope…

“This is last time.”

“Yes definitely”

Narrator voice: …It was not the last time