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Call Me

Whenever I have a moment time I try to finish another prompt. And today i succeeded. This one features Nancy is a famous actress and Robin as a successful singer. Enjoy! Warning, I didn't have a chance to proofread this though.

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She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to be anywhere except for the comfort of her own home on the 39th floor of a New York skyscraper. She was truly becoming a recluse. A hermit just as the one on the tarot card the fortune teller had placed on that tiny round table when Nancy had been six. It had been pushed to the back of her mind until her manager had accused her of being just that, a hermit.

He had been right. And so had her mother when she begged her to take her sister to this damned concert. Holly deserved this night out though. She deserved to see her favorite singer live like all these thousands of teenagers. Nancy just wished she didn’t have to take her.

But she wasn’t stupid, she knew why Holly wanted her to go with. Because Nancy could ensure one thing that no one else in her family, no one else in this venue, could. A meeting with the artist. She didn’t want to though.

“Thanks for taking me, Nancy,” Holly said for the third time as they walked to their seats, front row at the right side of the stage, almost pushed into a corner. Maybe Nancy should have tried to get them to the side of the stage where no one could see them, or at least barely anyone.

“Of course, Holly. That’s what big sisters are for.” At least she could fake a smile.

Holly smiled back, brightly. Maybe it was worth it after all. Nancy’s smile turned real. She leaned back in her seat.

“Oh my God, is that Nancy Wheeler?” a girl whispered from behind them. The smile vanished instantly.

“She looks like Nancy Wheeler,” another girl replied.

“Guys, there is no way Nancy Wheeler would be here. I heard she’s locked herself up in her apartment,” a third voice added.

“I don’t know. I read in an article the other day that she might be experimenting now that she and her boyfriend broke up.” The first voice.

“Oh, come on. Nancy Wheeler isn’t into girls.” The third voice.

“I don’t think she’s into girls either but that doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy a concert.” The second voice.

“I think she might be forcing something. Don’t you remember that recent interview where Robin said Nancy is her celebrity crush? This might be her response. Going like, ‘come and get me, Robin.’ I think it could be cute.” First.

“No way.” Second, with a laugh.

“You’re making up fanfiction as we speak, Ashley.” Third.

Holly turned around in her seat. “I heard that Nancy Wheeler is in Europe at the moment filming this extravagant new movie. Italy or something. It must be so exciting to be a movie star.”

Nancy sank further into her seat.

“Really? She’s in Italy?”

“I thought she was the girl next to you.”

“Her?” Holly pointed at Nancy. “Oh, no. She’s my sister, Marjorie.”

Nancy bit her bottom lip before she started laughing. She couldn’t hear what the girls replied as the lights turned low and the girls standing in front of the stage started screaming.

The truth was that Nancy didn’t know who Robin Buckley was. She had heard the name here and there, had heard of the interview the girls had mentioned, but she had never seen her face, or heard any of her songs. So, she was a little surprised when she saw the singer walk onto the stage. No, not walked. She jumped, skipped, and ran a part of the way. She nearly tripped over some wires that were taped to the stage, or maybe just over her own feet. And then she reached the microphone and started singing and Nancy was in awe.

The people around her, including her little sister blurred around her. All she could see was Robin Buckley with her raspy voice singing to her. She could imagine how a movie would portray the scene, how it would be written in a script.

A close up of Nancy shows her eyes glazed over as she watches Robin sing. The muffled sound of thousands of people screaming is overpowered by Robin’s voice.

“Isn’t she great?” Holly shouted over the music. Nancy simply nodded her head. Because she was great. She was absolutely magnificent. Her voice was magical.

When the first song ended, the second one started. Nancy stayed stuck in her trance until Robin addressed the crowd.

“New York, how are we feeling tonight?” she shouted into the microphone.

The crowd went wild, yet none of them answering the question. Nancy just stared in silence.

“Alright, can we turn the lights on? I like to see who I’ll be spending my night with.”

The lights were almost blinding. It felt like there was a spotlight on Nancy, who had the sudden urge to slide under her chair.

“You guys look beautiful tonight,” Robin said, looking from the left side of the venue to the right until her eyes landed on… Nancy. “Oh.” It was a soft little noise. Even through the speakers it was barely audible.

The girls behind Nancy started screaming even louder. Nancy worried she’d get permanent hearing loss because of them.

Robin walked towards Nancy as far as the stage would allow. “Nancy Wheeler?”

“No, that’s Marjorie!” the girls behind Nancy screamed. She wasn’t sure if Robin didn’t hear them or just didn’t believe the obvious lie. But she ignored the comment and saluted in Nancy’s direction before returning to her spot in the center of the stage. The lights dimmed once again as the next song started up.

“Do you think we can meet her, Nancy?”

She and Holly were already walking towards the exit. They probably could. It was the perk of being famous, you got to meet other famous people. And it wasn’t that she didn’t want to meet Robin Buckley. She was just scared.

Scared to make the wrong first impression. Scared to come off as weird or freaky or socially awkward. She wasn’t sure she could make a good impression right now.

“Please, Nancy!” Holly pushed.

“Alright, we can try.” Nancy shook her head as she said it.

They turned around walking towards the back of the venue. Maybe they would be turned away. They could be turned away.

They weren’t turned away. Nancy didn’t fully realize that until they were dumped in Robin’s personal dressing room. Robin herself was sitting at a vanity table with a notebook in front of her and a pen in her hand. She didn’t look up when the door closed behind Nancy and Holly.

Nancy cleared her throat. She didn’t know what to say. She probably should have. With all the media training and the strangers she met. But she didn’t. She didn’t know at all.

Robin looked up into the mirror in front of her and quickly turned around. “Nancy Wheeler, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I didn’t expect you to show up to my show. If I did, I would have given you better seats for sure, you guys were pushed into a corner. Did you see everything? I never know what the audience sees from all those different angles. Did you enjoy the show? Both of you?”

“It was great! I had such a good time,” Holly said.

“Yeah, she screamed so loud my eardrums are still recovering,” Nancy spoke without thinking.

Robin laughed. “As she should. And what about you? Did you enjoy yourself, Nancy? Can I call you Nancy?”

“Yes, you can call me Nancy. And I did have a good time. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to go out like this.”

Robin smiled at her. She had a beautiful smile. She was beautiful. Even more so up close. Her blue eyes were hypnotizing. Her freckles were distracting.

“Glad to hear it. I have to be honest that when I noticed you in the audience, I got a bit scared. Or maybe not scared, I got nervous. That’s a better word for it. But I also kind of hoped you’d come say hi.” Robin was scratching the back of her neck as she spoke.

“Really? Is it because I’m your celebrity crush?” Nancy asked with a smirk on her face. Somehow it was easy to talk to Robin.

“You heard about that, huh?”

“A little birdie told me.”

“Yeah, the girls sitting behind us. They kept gossiping about Nancy and you,” Holly interjected.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I think they wanted the two of you to get together or something.”

“Holly!” Nancy said, feeling like she was losing the upper hand in the conversation, even if she wasn’t sure why she needed it in the first place.

Robin laughed again.

“Can I have an autograph?”

“Yeah, of course.” Robin walked back to the vanity to grab the pen she had dropped.

“So, what were you writing when we came in here?” Nancy asked.

“A new song.”

“I’m looking forward to hearing it.”

“And I’m looking forward to seeing your new movie. In fact, I just read you were in Italy filming.”

“Ain’t that peculiar?”

“It sure is. But I do appreciate you coming all this way just to see little old me.”

“Ask for her number,” Holly whispered.

“What?” Nancy whispered back.

“She’s flirting with you. Ask for her number.”

“She’s not flirting with me.”

“Oh, I was trying to flirt with you,” Robin admitted, handing over the piece of paper to Holly.

“Oh, you were?”

“Kind of. I mean you are my celebrity crush.” Robin smiled shyly. “But it’s fine if you are not interested. I’m already honored to have met you.”

“I am. Interested, I mean. I am interested.” She hadn’t known before. Or maybe she had.

“Oh, great,” Robin replied.

“In fact, she would really like your phone number or an address to send mail to,” Holly said.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll write down the number to my home phone and my address, but it might be easier if you gave me your number so I can call from wherever.”

“Sure.” Nancy rushed toward the vanity. Her hand touched Robin’s as she handed over the pen. “Call me.”

“I sure will. Definitely. As soon as possible.”

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #my work #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin

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lonesome-witching · 2 days

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Y'all are amazing. Reblog to hug the person you’re reblogging from.

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Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.

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lonesome-witching · 3 days

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Ronance lovely cuddling on their bed, kissing each other all over their faces and telling each other "I love you" endlessly.

This is all I ask.

Thank you for sending this prompt. And sorry for the long wait. Things have been busy. I had a film festival, class, work and several tasks, and I got published in a magazine. But I wrote what you asked me to write and I hope you like it.

I Love You

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I Love You

An anonymous prompter asked for Robin and Nancy kissing and saying I love you. So, I couldn't refuse that. Sorry, for the wait and if you are waiting for a prompt I'm trying my best to write it but life is very busy.

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Robin’s hands were resting on Nancy’s stomach. It felt nice, being allowed to touch her. Being allowed to love her.

She hadn’t said it yet. Those three heavy words. She was scared to scare Nancy away. Nancy who had told her she had trouble falling in love. The last thing she wanted was to push Nancy away.

“Thanks for inviting me over,” Robin mumbled into her girlfriend’s ear. Her actual girlfriend. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to it.

Nancy turned around in Robin’s arms. “Of course, I like having you around. Lately I can barely go a day without you. It’s becoming a problem.”

Robin loved it when Nancy said stuff like that. It was part of the reason she did it, Robin knew that much.

As a reward, Robin leaned in to give Nancy a kiss. Just a little peck. Just to feel her soft lips.

“I love being here too.”

Nancy smiled, kissing Robin again. Her hands sliding under Robin’s shirt without moving any further. They just sat there, touching her skin and it was driving Robin crazy.

“I love you.”

Robin pulled away. She wasn’t sure she wasn’t imagining things. Had Nancy actually said that? Or was Robin really going insane?

“What?” Robin asked, her hands still on Nancy, Nancy’s hands still on her.

“I know, it’s fast and I know what I said about me not being sure I can even fall in love. But I mean it. I love you,” Nancy confessed, her voice steady as always.

“You love me?”

Nancy nodded, softly biting her bottom lip. Robin wanted to bite that bottom lip.

“I love you too. Fuck, I love you so much.”

Nancy smiled, grabbing Robin’s face and going back in. Robin bit into Nancy’s bottom lip, eliciting a moan.

“I love you,” Robin said again.

“I love you too,” Nancy replied.

“I love you, Nance.”

Nancy giggled, kissing Robin again and again and again. “I love you too.”

“I love you.”

“Robin?”

“Too much?” Robin wondered.

Nancy shook her head. “I was just wondering if you wanted to sleep over? I’m positive I can convince my mom.”

Robin nodded excitedly. “Hell yes!”

Nancy put her head on Robin’s shoulder, her arms holding onto her waist. Robin pushed her arm under Nancy’s shoulders before tangling her hand in Nancy’s hair.

“I love you, Robin. I really do.”

“I love you too, Nance.”

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ficlet

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lonesome-witching · 3 days

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Hey! Just stopping by to say hope you’re having a good day!

Thank you so much!!! I'm having a very busy day with a lot of school work but I also got ice cream today so I can't complain.

How are you? Are you having a good day?

#ask

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lonesome-witching · 4 days

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Guys… my short story… is published… in a literary magazine!

It’s very local so it’s not that big of a deal but I’m one of the only people who wrote something that got accepted, so it’s kinda a big deal!

I’m just really happy about it!

#personal stuff #that being said #I’ll post a new prompt tomorrow #sorry the long wait #life has been busy

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lonesome-witching · 8 days

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💜First Date💜

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

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lonesome-witching · 8 days

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drawing ronance every day because i can

day 9: ”coffee shop„

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

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lonesome-witching · 9 days

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(prompt) what if robin was getting beat up/bullied at school for being gay and nancy and steve see it happening and they intervene or something?

Sorry for the long wait and perhaps the quality of this. I have been sick and very busy and I didn't really proof read this. But I tried to write what you asked for and I did write something similar before so I kinda tried to do it a little different, not sure if it worked.

You Shouldn't Be

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You Shouldn't Be

Robin gets bullied in this one. I'm sick and tired and I have an early day tomorrow so please forgive me.

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It wasn’t anything new. That didn’t mean it stopped hurting. Some things never stopped hurting. Some things like her mom telling her that her rambling was a flaw. Or her classmates shouting insults she told herself every night. She wasn’t sure how they had figured it out or if they didn’t even now at all. Maybe they just thought this was the worst insult in the world. To Robin it might have been.

So, she did all she could. She kept her head down, avoided confrontation, bit her tongue when she had to, and she had to. She did everything to become as invisible as she could. She did everything, and yet it wasn’t enough. Because those vile words were still thrown her way. She couldn’t walk through the hallway without being confronted with it.

Tommy Hagan was the worst one. He never gave her a second to breath. Jason Carver wasn’t much better. Robin sometimes wondered what they got out of it. Maybe it was overcompensation.

“There’s dyke Buckley!” Jason shouted as Robin exited the building.

Her eyes scanned the parking lot. She knew Steve was somewhere around. He always was. He always parked in front of the school, he always picked her up. She couldn’t see him now.

“What’s going on, Buckley? Are you upset?” One of Jason’s friends was laughing. It made him sound like a broken record.

“Don’t you know you are supposed to look at the people who are talking to you?” Jason stepped closer. Robin stepped away.

“I think they should kick you out of school. I feel bad for all those poor girls that have to get changed in the same room as you. Do you stare at them when they take their bra off, Buckley? Are you a freaking pervert? You are disgusting.”

“I’m not disgusting,” Robin whispered to herself. She wasn’t sure she believed herself.

“You don’t think you’re disgusting, Buckley? You think it’s normal to get off to the image of your friends?”

“I don’t—”

“Oh, fuck off, Jason.”

Robin turned around to see Nancy Wheeler approaching, her bag hanging off her left shoulder. She was wearing a pink skirt, and a light blue blouse and Robin vaguely registered it should look ridiculous, but it didn’t. Nancy looked great. Even despite the scowl on her face. Possibly due to the scowl on her face.

“This isn’t about you, Wheeler.”

“Well, frankly, I think it is. Because me and Robin have gym together. Didn’t you worry about the safety of the girls who shared a locker room with her?”

“What?”

“I have to say I can’t complain. I would much rather share a locker room with Robin than with you and your goons any day.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, at least Robin has some decency. Can’t be said from you. How many times have you asked me to fuck you again? And that whilst you have a girlfriend. What does Chrissy think of that?”

“You keep your mouth shut to Chrissy.”

“You leave Robin alone and I’ll consider it.”

Steve rushed forward. Robin wasn’t sure where he had come from. “Jason, back the fuck off.”

Jason’s eyes were still boring a hole in Nancy’s face. Robin could only assume he was debating whether or not she was bluffing. Robin doubted she was. She had never caught Nancy in a bluff before, and she knew Nancy wasn’t a good liar.

“Back off,” Steve shouted, pulling Jason away from them.

“Don’t touch me,” Jason shouted back.

“You better stay the fuck away from my friends, Carver.”

“You’re pathetic, king Steve.” But Jason turned away.

“Are you alright, Robin?” Nancy asked first, placing her left hand on Robin’s arm. It felt far too intimate for a public parking lot.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be,” Steve chimed in.

“Steve’s right,” Nancy agreed. Her hand fell back down.

“It’s alright, guys. I’ll survive.”

Robin walked away in what she hoped was the direction of Steve’s car.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ficlet

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lonesome-witching · 12 days

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for the enemies to lovers midpoint prompts, bc i cant choose u get a choice:

“everything is a competition for you..isn’t it?” “Isn’t it for you, too?”

“why can’t you open up to me?” “why do you want me to?”

I was gonna write both for you but I am sick and tired and want to go to bed. So, I'm going to post the one I wrote (while sick and tired, just a warning) and if I end up having some time and energy tomorrow I might still write the other one. For now though I picked the second one, or more so the second one picked me because I intended to write the first.

Why Can't You Open Up to Me?

From this post, if you want to send one go ahead but it might take a while for me to write it.

#prompts #ask #ronance

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Why Can't You Open Up to Me?

From the enemies to lovers midpoint prompts. Requested by @misfittq. I'm going to be honest I'm not sure what this is or what universe it takes place in but I don't dislike it so it'll have to do.

Nancy was stuck. She was stuck in a basement or something. It was dark and dusty, and she was stuck. It wasn’t something new. She had gotten stuck before. It was part of the job. Part of who she had decided to be. It had been scary the first time. She remembered how she thought she was going to die.

But this time she wasn’t scared. She was used to this. She was annoyed though. Not because she was stuck. Okay, maybe a little bit because she was stuck. But mostly because of who she was stuck with. For once she wasn’t alone.

Nancy had complained about the solitude of the job plenty of times. She had complained about being all alone. But now she craved the damn loneliness.

Robin Buckley was infuriating. Nancy only knew her from the wanted posters in town. She might have European or Russian or neither. There were plenty of rumors about her. There were plenty of rumors about Nancy too. Nancy had vowed not to believe any of them. Until she had actually met Robin. Just a few days and she truly believed Robin could be evil.

“You’re bleeding,” Robin said from where she was sitting on the ground behind her.

“What?”

“Your shoulder is bleeding. Probably from our fight earlier.”

Nancy turned around. “You probably hope it’s infected or something.”

“You think so poorly of me?” Robin chuckled. “If I were to kill someone it’ll be in combat.”

“If you were to kill someone?”

Robin looked down, avoiding Nancy’s glare. It was odd how Nancy felt a slight stab of compassion.

“Do you think you could help me? I doubt I’ll be able to reach it?” Nancy asked instead. Breaking the silence and the tension that was building around them.

“Sure.” Robin pushed herself to her feet, slowly approaching Nancy. Right before she reached her, Nancy turned around. A sign of faith, trust, something that really shouldn’t be there. But they were stuck together, and Nancy was bleeding and if she had wanted to, Robin could have killed her hours ago.

Nancy couldn’t see what Robin was doing. She could only feel her touch, gentle and soft against her skin, and hear the inhale when Robin uncovered the wound.

“You’re not from here, are you?” Nancy asked. She hoped she sounded kinder to Robin’s ears than she did to her own. She doubted it when nothing but silence followed. “It’s just the stories—”

“Yeah, I know the stories.”

Nancy sighed. “Why can’t you open up to me?”

“Why do you want me to?”

“Because we are stuck here together for God knows how long. And because you could have killed me earlier, but you didn’t. And because you are taking care of me. And I don’t know why you are doing it, and I would really like to understand.”

“You could have killed me too, you know.” Robin pulled away, dropping down on the ground again and Nancy slowly turned around to look at her.

“You had pushed down on the ground.”

“Yeah, but when I dropped the knife. When I dropped the knife, you could have killed me. You were still holding yours. Could have stabbed me in the stomach or the heart and then pushed my corpse to the side to run off. But you didn’t.”

“I could barely move. Your knees were digging into my arms.” But that was a lie. She could have easily stabbed Robin if she had wanted to. The reality was that she hadn’t really wanted to.

“I’ll open up if you do,” Robin said, looking up at Nancy.

They were stuck. They would have to wait until the search party found them and then they’ll have to figure it out. But for now, they couldn’t do much. So, Nancy sat down in front of Robin and started talking.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ficlet #enemies to lovers

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