Famous Actress Nancy who is used to getting her social media DMs flooded with random bullshit from fans, wannabes, haters, and everything in between - so she knows better than to even check her inbox. But one day she receives a DM that she clicks without thinking, intrigued by the opening which addresses her with "Dear Ms. Wheeler," before continuing.
The DM is just a series of questions, the kind she used to receive when people still valued her opinion on her craft and didn't just put her through viral trends to get clicks. The questions are thorough, interesting, and the account @ rockin-robin seems to be just a random person, not an interviewer or anything of the sort.
Nancy usually wouldn't respond, but the questions are good. Really good. And the DM is incredibly polite, explaining that the user (Robin) has been a fan of Nancy's work since her first appearance on hit sitcom 'Upside Down' alongside her co-star, close friend, and ex-boyfriend Steve Harrington.
So Nancy responds to the DM, answers each question politely and in-depth, and moves on with her day. Little does she know that rockin-robin wasn't genuinely expecting Nancy to respond, so when she receives a treasure trove of wonderfully thought out answers from her celebrity crush she nearly passes out from excitement.
hey, I've seen some ronance one shots you've written, mind writing another? Anything you'd like to, I just love ronance Tumblr content. No worries if not, thanks!!
Of course! Sorry, it took a second. Had to wait for inspiration to strike, and then I honestly forgot I had this in my drafts for forever 😔 This isn't like super in-depth like my Ao3 oneshots, but I hope the concept is still good!
Nancy is so rusty at friendship because she hasn’t had a close friend in so long, so she doesn’t know what is and isn’t acceptable, and is so cautious about doing or saying the wrong thing.
Which is why she, very strictly, only calls Robin by her first name for the first couple of months. Every now and then, she’ll teasingly slip in a “Buckley” and she nearly has a heart attack every time, worried it’ll insult her or that she won't think they're close enough to have nicknames for each other (Even though Robin calls her Nance).
But when it never does, she starts coming up with other nicknames. The first one is Robbie, because it sounds similar enough to Robin that she thinks she can pass it off as a stutter if it makes Robin uncomfortable.
But everyone calls Robin ‘Robbie’ or ‘Rob’ or ‘Buckley’, and she wants something unique to call her. Something that sets her aside from all of Robin’s other friends. She really really likes the idea of Robin hearing this specific nickname and thinking of Nancy, always. Of seeing it written on a letter and knowing, immediately and without a doubt, that Nancy was the sender.
She comes up with a list, neatly penned onto her pink and white, floral scented stationary. It ends up being pretty long, though the vast majority of them are crossed out.
Rob No, Steve calls her that.
Robbie Too common
Ro Vickie called her that… Can’t call her that anymore without upsetting her
Buckley Too common
Birdie Her grandma calls her that— and she hates it
Buck Again, Steve calls her that
Nancy’s obsessing over it. Turning it over and over in her brain, unable to come up with a solution. She’s run out of variations of Robin’s name. So she tries to get creative.
There’s the ones that are vaguely an insult, but that she knows Robin is too good-natured to get upset about, as long as it’s said with affection.
Nerd
Dumbass
Dork
Asshole
But none of those work either. It just doesn’t feel right, and besides, Nancy doesn’t think she could look Robin in the eyes and call her something insulting so often, even if it was meant jokingly. Every now and then, sure, but that wasn’t enough.
Then there were the ones that were too complimentary. The ones that, if said in the right way, with enough of Nancy’s inhibitions lowered, would reveal a little too much of the truth…
Sweetheart
Beautiful
Cutie
Love
And then, finally, there were the ones that were reserved. The ones that set a fire blazing through Nancy’s nervous system, an anxious tremble through her limbs. An uncontrollable grin hidden behind her sleeve. And an undeniable ache, once the girlish giddiness had finally subsided and left behind only a vague emptiness.
The ones that Nancy was a little harsher as she crossed them out, her pen nearly tearing her paper. The ones that she knew she couldn’t call Robin, because she couldn’t call Robin her’s…
Baby
Honey
My Girl
My Love
So Nancy was stuck, her options run dry. She couldn’t figure it out. She needed something unique enough that no one else could have claimed it first. Something that was familiar to both of them, something that didn’t reveal too much of what Nancy was trying so desperately to hide…
The list was ripped up, hidden in bottom of Nancy’s trash can. And, for a while, her endeavor was forgotten.
Until one night, curled up on the couch in the basement. Robin is curled up at her side, hiding her face in Nancy’s shoulder as shrill screaming erupts from the little box TV across from them. Granted, watching The Exorcist wasn’t Nancy’s greatest idea, considering how faint of heart the girl beside her could be… But she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the way Robin silently asked her for comfort in those moments. How she aligned her body against Nancy’s, or balled some of Nancy’s sweatshirt in her hand, or clung to her arm.
And it was easy to just wrap her arm around Robin’s shoulder, too focused on trying to contain the warmth that spread through her to keep herself from saying: “It’s alright, Sweetpea, I’ve got you.”
She froze, afterwards. Just for a moment, as silence hung between them a little louder than normal. But the moment was over before she could even really begin to overthink it, as Robin slid one of her hands down Nancy’s arm and interlaced their fingers.
“You’d better. Because what the hell could I do against that thing?” She shivered, pressing her temple into Nancy’s arm again.
Needless to say, Sweetpea stuck. And if their friends exchanged glances every time they heard Nancy say it, her voice just a little bit too soft, at least they didn’t say anything about it until after the two stopped being idiots and finally admitted their feelings for one another.
18+ | modern ronance / cw: public sex | crossposted from twitter
robin has her nipples pierced. she has her nipples pierced and doesn’t wear a bra and always has on a too tight or too sheer or too short top making them obvious to those who know what to look for.
nancy knows what to look for and it drives her crazy.
they aren’t dating, they aren’t fucking but they’re dancing around being something with flirty grins and touches that could almost be considered lingering if they didn’t pull away so quickly. robin looks down at nancy with hooded eyes and she looks back with mischief in her own, promises of that something behind each of their gazes.
but every time she wears one of those goddamn shirts, nipple rings protruding enough to see the outline, to see when she’s changed from a bar bell to a ring, nancy is one know-it-all smirk away from letting robin know how she feels.
she wants to get her hands on them. wants to feel the metal under her palms. wants to rip off a too tight too sheer too short top and get her mouth on them. wants to have robin in her lap, riding her thigh so she can lick the ring into her mouth and tug on it with her teeth.
and nancy is anything but stupid. she knows that robin knows, knows that she wears those fucking shirts on purpose to see nancy barely holding herself together. she’ll make sure to stretch her arms up so the shirts go taut and tight when she knows she has nancy’s eyes on her. she’ll lean forward when she’s wearing a loose button up, enough to have so much skin on display that it has to be intentional. she’ll scratch lazily at her tit and get her nipple hard so that everything is obvious through the fabric knowing it will make nancy lose her mind.
and it does. every single goddamn time. nancy always has to go home and fuck her self on her fingers as she thinks about robin’s tits, about leaving bites and bruises on them until the rings stand out even more against her marred skin, coming hard and fast at the thought.
eventually she knows she has to do something about it. she knows she needs to tell robin that she’s not only in love with her but also in love with her perfect, perky tits and needs to see if she can fit one in her mouth, needs to flick at her nipples until she comes.
turns out, she doesn’t have to wait much longer. steve and eddie pull them out to their favorite club one night for their two month anniversary like it’s an actual day to celebrate and the girls, of course, go along. the guys are grinding against each other in the corner and robin buys nancy her usual vodka soda while she gets her own jack and coke. her shirt tonight is sinful, sheer enough that somehow the metal shines through when the club lights hit just right, loose enough to push a hand under without rucking up the fabric.
they go to the dance floor without question because that’s what they always do, robin holding nancy’s hand as she pulls her along under some guise of not wanting to lose her in the crowd even though they both know that’s not the only reason.
it doesn’t take long until they’re pressed together, nancy’s back to robin’s front. it’s what they always do but tonight it feels charged with something else. robin’s hand is on the side of nancy’s hip, loose enough to break from but tight enough to know she wants her to stay. not that nancy would want to break away from her anyway.
she’s feeling a little wild, a little daring, and maybe it’s the vodka or the way that robin’s piercings are obvious against her back. she snakes a hand up to wrap her arm around the back of robin’s neck, pulling her closer. she can feel her hot breath puffing against her skin as she leans down, following the pressure from nancy's hand.
the fingers on her hip flex and tighten, pushing them together the tiniest bit more and she can feel when robin drops her head to rest in the crook of her neck. her breath is even hotter now, closer to her bare skin than she was before, dampening her already sweat soaked skin.
nancy tangles her fingers into robin’s hair, coaxing her down to hint that she can put her lips on her skin if she wants. she can taste her if she wants. it doesn’t take long until nancy jumps when a kiss is pressed featherlight under her ear. her fingers tug on the hair between them and it’s like a green light moving all systems to go.
there’s a tongue flicking out to finally taste nancy’s skin and she pushes her hips back to grind harder against robin. there’s a hand traveling from her hip a bit closer to where she actually wants it, pressing teasingly into the lowest part of her belly, lust rushing behind her behind her bellybutton at the sensation.
nancy drops her hand from her head so she can place it on top of robin’s, pushing her fingers down so the pressure increases. she gasps at the feeling and can feel robin do something of the same, teeth scraping against her skin followed by her tongue like she's trying to sooth it. in the back of her mind, she's hoping robin will do it again.
she’s glad they know each other so well since they won’t be able to hear each other over the music. as robin’s hand goes to move lower, nancy spins in her grasp, desperate for something else. now they’re face to face, robin’s eyes hooded and dark in the low light, trained on nancy's lips, her own lips spit slick from her ministrations on her neck.
her leg slips between nancy’s as her hand comes to rest on the center her ass, pulling them close. it doesn’t take long until nancy’s pushing up on her toes as robin bends down so they can finally kiss each other for the first time. she isn’t surprised when a tongue flicks out against her lips, isn't surprised when hers comes out to meet it either.
making out with robin on the dance floor is great, heavenly, everything she could want. well, almost everything that is. her hand slides onto robin’s side just under her loose shirt. her skin is warm against nancy’s fingers, under her palm, soft in a way that makes her want to get her mouth on it.
robin surges forward and presses harder on her ass like she knows what nancy wants. needs what nancy wants. her shirt is loose enough that nancy's hand finds her tit easily. it fits perfectly in her palm just like she knew it would, heavy in that wonderful way that makes her mind go blank with desire. with their legs entwined, they both roll their hips in an obvious way to get pressure where they need it, mouths opening on moans that get drowned out by the booming bass.
robin pulls back from their kiss and keeps nancy’s bottom lip bitten between her teeth, tugging gently like a hint of what she really wants. when nancy’s finger slip up to pinch her nipple, she lets go of her lip with a hiss and thrust of her hips.
“you gotta thing for tits, wheeler? that’s so fucking hot,” robin mutters against her ear as she brings her hand around from her ass to her front.
her hand slips easily under nancy’s skirt, palm flat against her wet panties to give her something more to grind on. nancy can feel her eyes roll back and she tugs harshly on robin’s nipple causing them both to groan.
"no, i have a thing for your tits. drive me crazy with those things..."
their hands are clever and fit where they need to be and soon enough they’re both rolling their hips and breathing into each other’s mouths as they come.
nancy keeps her hand on robin’s tit, tugging and pinching to keep her squirming in her grasp, rocking her hips needily against robin's hand as she rides out her orgasm. robin gets back at her by slipping 2 fingers into her soaked through panties, sliding into nancy’s wet cunt easily and swallowing the groan she gets in return.
“we need to go,” nancy says as she stretches up to get her mouth to robin’s ear, pussy clenching around the fingers robin is slowly pumping in her. “i need you naked and on my bed immediately.”
when they get back to nancy’s, she gets to see what metal feels like against her tongue. and if she finds a surprise piercing lower down, she’ll taste that one too.
I watched The Wedding Date last night, and since I don’t have the energy to actually write this, here’s the idea I got.
Nancy is nervous to go to Mike's wedding. People assume that it's because her ex-boyfriend Steve is going to be there, but it's actually because Robin is and she's always been secretly in love with her (maybe not so secretly, they shared a kiss once or something).
Anyway, she hires a date to go with her. Someone that isn't perfect (in the eyes of her parents) and wouldn't raise suspicions hopefully. In comes Eddie. When they get to the rehearsal, Eddie clocks Nancy's attraction to Robin, and gently tries to help her unravel her feelings and tell her how she feels.
In the meantime, Eddie meets Steve and they hit it off immediately. Cue shenanigans that bring each couple closer, friendship.
Ends on Nancy and Robin getting together, and another guest comes in, white as a sheet and shocked, telling Nancy "I think your boyfriend and ex-boyfriend are canoodling in the coat closet"
At five years old, Robin Buckley says her favorite color is pink when asked by her kindergarten teacher.
It seems like the right answer, it's what all the other girls say (except for a few who say purple, but Robin thinks of the flowers at her grandma's funeral earlier that year that were a sickly shade a mauve), so it must be hers as well.
She doesn't mind wearing it, but she thinks it's bright, easy to call attention to. She gets scolded in second grade by Tammy Thompson when she says it's really just a shade of red, after that she decides she doesn't like it as much anymore.
In fourth grade she says it's green when her mom asks for a color to paint her room. It's the color of outside and Robin likes to play there.
Her favorite shoes are forest green and she sits in the green section at lunch with her best friend Barabra Holland. It's a good fit.
But in sixth grade Tommy Hagan tells her it's a boy color and if she likes it then she's a boy. And so Robin changes it again. This time it's yellow.
Yellow is a safe color, neither gender seems to claim it and it's the shade of the sheets on her bed where she spends most of her time now that Barbara seems to prefer hanging out with Nancy Wheeler.
Yellow is the color of the stray cat that she feeds eyes and the shade of the lamplight she likes to read under at night.
She changes it to red in tenth grade when she hears Tammy Thompson say she likes it (even though she got mad at Robin for her earlier suggestion of pink being a light shade of it), and she really thinks it's the right one too.
It's the color of her beloved converse and the shade of the only makeup she owns, the scarlet lipstick her aunt got her for her fifteenth birthday.
It's a color of her Scoops uniform and the dry erase marker she uses to mark down Steve Harrington’s numerous fails at flirting.
It's the color of blood staining her shirt and dripping from Steve's face on the Fourth of July, 1985. The color of fireworks being thrown at a monster made up of red flesh and the color of the ambulance lights that flash as she sits in it.
After that she doesn't have a favorite color. It changes whenever someone new asks, alternating between the ones of her past.
It's green to Steve and pink to the mother renting a movie for her daughter. Yellow for Dustin and for a project in English class.
It's never red though.
But then 1986 rolls around and it's suddenly blue. The color of the sky and her favorite shirt is navy. The color of a denim jacket and the waters of Lovers Lake.
The color of Nancy Wheeler’s eyes looking at her in the library. Cerulean in the sun and cobalt as they trek through hell.
Bright azure when reflecting fire and the sparks of flying bullets. Soft maya blue under hospital lights.
They're shining admiral when they meet hers outside the Wheeler house two weeks after it all. Her tears match the rain when they kiss. Baby blue when they finally part.
It's blue when Nancy asks as they lay together in their apartment just outside of Boston. She jokes it's for the ocean that they had visited that summer, but later she tells her it's for her eyes.
It's blue like the ring she proposes with, cheap but full of meaning. Blue like the lilies of the Nile and bellflowers of Nancy's bouquet she tosses in the air.
Sapphire like their daughter's name and the chair Robin sits in when she reads to her. The color of her cookie monster cake for her first birthday and the rims of Nancy's reading glasses.
Blue like the dress she's buried in.
Blue like the flowers on their side by side graves.
Even though Robin tells Steve everything, she doesn’t immediately tell him that her and Nancy are dating. Both Nancy and Robin agreed to wait a bit before telling the rest of their friends that they started seeing each other. They wanted to just enjoy each other, and they both kind of liked the thrill of sneaking around a bit. When everyone went out as a group, Nancy always insists that Robin needs to come with her to the ladies room. Grabbing her hand once they’re a little farther away from the others, sneaking kisses in the hallway. They press their thighs together when they’re seated in the same side of the booth, holding hands or playing footsie underneath the table. They’ll tell everybody eventually that they’re dating, but right now they like the thrill of being secret girlfriends.
This is a very belated birthday drabble for the wonderful @unclewaynemunson, your Pat a Mat AU is ready, Anna! I hope you enjoy the ridiculousness just as much as I have.
One would think that once all of the Upside Down bullshit is done, Vecna buried, all of them alive, healed and with enough hush money from the government to last a lifetime, that Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler would settle down, find some quiet comfort in their potential careers and each other. There would be pleasant dinners, quiet conversations and peace they haven't known for a while.
One would think that. But that one wouldn't probably be familiar with their romantic partners, Eddie Munson and Robin Buckley.
See, Steve and Nancy come from picture perfect households. Eddie and Robin don't. So where Steve and Nancy have a certain sense of what should be done and how it should be done, Eddie and Robin have a) enthusiasm, b) creativity, and c) terrifying amounts of energy.
Which is probably why Steve and Nancy are here, sitting on a picnic blanket with a bottle of wine between them and two first aid kits ready. They are watching Robin and Eddie who took to gardening and are now doing their absolute best to uplift their garden to new aesthetic heights.
That's a lie. This isn't gardening, this is an Indiana plant massacre with garden shears.
"So now you cut off the top and it will bear the perfect resemblance to our beloved dingus!" announces Robin and slices off way too much of the bush. The poor thing looks almost dead.
Nancy leans towards Steve and whisper-asks why the two decided to create a bush statue of Steve between the two gates leading to their houses, but Steve doesn't have an answer. He just downs his glass of wine and watches the tragedy unfold.
It's always like this. Robin and Eddie come up with a home improvement project, get very creative and then Nancy drives them to the hospital while Steve and Wayne clean up their mess. It's lucky Nancy and Steve love them do much.
When a new half-secluded neighborhood was built in Hawkins, the four of them thought it was perfect. Two small and adjacent houses, two gardens that they could connect by tearing down the fence. No one to judge them for being in same-sex relationships, no one to stare into their windows. The expectation was that Steve would spend lots of time with Robin, the two taking turns using their single shared brain cell, but instead, they got...this.
In the last year, Eddie and Robin's project list included, but wasn't limited to:
A theoretically wonderful invention of an alarm clock that would open the window once it started ringing, letting in fresh air and sunlight. Nancy and Steve weren't sure how it was supposed to work, the two inventors kept their progress a secret, but they saw the results, a broken window, a wall clock the size of the ones found in a train station, three broken broom handles and a ball of tangled wire.
An automated lawn mower. That one nearly worked. Nearly. Eddie tied the mower to a stake in the ground and Robin taped the starter so it moved on its own - a bit too well. The stake was no match for the mighty mowster (coined by Eddie) and the four of them ended up chasing the runaway machine throughout their street.
An effortless pancake flipper. It didn't matter how many times Steve repeated that he doesn't mind cooking, likes it in fact, Eddie wanted his boyfriend to be able to get comfortable and to sleep in because his Stevie deserved all the comfort and perfection he could get. Steve only learned about this experiment when he came home to a pan tied to a drill, spinning and splashing batter everywhere. Robin and Eddie were blindly walking around the kitchen walls, batter in their eyes and muttered reassurances that the pancake menace would have to run out of batter. Eventually.
Back to the present and half bottle of wine in, Eddie and Robin finally understand that no matter how much they cut, they're not getting Steve's likeness out of the suffering bush. Nancy and Steve exchange a well-practiced look, sensing a dip in the manic energy of their beloved partners. They slowly lure them in, Steve with cold beer and Nancy with a fancy cocktail that Steve pre-mixed. Among cut branches, dead leaves and quiet that wasn't fooling anyone, Nancy kisses Robin's cheek and says she's really sorry their plan didn't work out.
"Oh don't worry, Nance," Robin smiles and there's something unsettling about the look she shoots at Eddie. "We have a plan B."
The next morning, Wayne visits them and is stopped in his tracks by a...thing. Probably...originally, once upon a time, it must have been a bush. The bush now looks like all of Indiana's herbivores stopped by and munched it into an approximately human-like shape. Not very distinct, but there's no room for questioning as there's a huge Steve head with a Scoops Ahoy hat taped over the upper part of the bush.
Half a year ago, Wayne would have been concerned. Now he's just mildly amused.
He makes his way to the Munson-Harrington house and gets a cup of coffee from Steve while Eddie's gentle snoring echoes from the bedroom. "So..." he says, "No loss of blood or limbs this time?"
And Steve, bless his heart, only snorts and pours himself the rest of the kettle. "That's what makes the thing outside almost bearable. It's so ugly but they were so happy when they managed to get the tape right, I just...I can't take it down."
Wayne nods, sipping from his mug. He too would do almost anything to keep his nephew happy.
But if he happens to accidentally knock into the bush, entangle himself in the tape and has to destroy the Steve Bushington in the process...it's definitely just an accident.
Steve drove Robin to the movie theater, the moment seeming almost surreal. Where though he knew it was bound to happen at some point, Robin was so insistent that nothing would happen. As he stopped the car once they arrived all he could do was stare as Robin exited his car.
He smiled, Robin turning back to glance at him momentarily. "Is it weird for me to say I'm proud of you?" Steve asked. "Like, you never thought you'd actually get this chance yet look at you now." He gestured towards Robin's outfit. "You're on a date with a girl you like, Rob. I told you she was into you."
Robin couldn't hide her happiness at his words, walking back towards his car. "Come here you dingus," she beamed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, Steve immeaditely returning the hug in a semi-awkward position.
A cough interrupted the moment a couple moments later. Steve peeked over Robins shoulder, seeing Nancy in a dress standing there awkwardly. "I hate to interrupt this, really I do." Nancy slightly smiled. "But can I have my date back, Steve? The movie is about to start."
