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pacinglikeghosts · 9 months

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fox Kat’s au moodboard — Percy Jackson au

happy birthday Percy Jackson! Here is a little au blurb that’s been eating at my brain (insp: @meanlesbianrobin )

When Robin finally came to, her entire body ached and she felt like her head had been crushed between two massive boulders. To be frank, she felt like death, but if someone pulled her from the clutches at the very last moment.

Truthfully, and most bluntly, she felt like shit.

She took a moment to look around at her surroundings: soft light streaming in from gauzy curtains, rows of beds all around her, and kids her age (and younger, it seemed, some of the inhabitants looked like they couldn’t be more than eight years old) with bandaged arms or legs, or with medical kits in their hands. By all that she could gather through her migraine, Robin was in some kind of makeshift hospital.

Great.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” greeted a guy around her own age with sandy hair grazing over his eyebrows and his chin, adjusting the bandages on Robin’s arm. It was then she finally got a good look at herself, and more importantly the myriad of bruises and scratches that covered her normally freckled skin. Well, not that the bruises weren’t out of the ordinary, she was incredibly clumsy, but these were massive, ugly bruises the color of mold. The guy gently placed a cup into Robin’s hand, the liquid gold and shimmering like apple cider.

“Where am I?” Robin croaked, her ribs aching as she spoke. Gently, she took a sip of the liquid, preparing herself for the warm, spicy taste of apple cider, but it didn’t. In fact, it tasted like Skittles, bubble gum, and somehow, her grandmother’s lasagna, though none of the flavors soured when put together.

The guy moved from Robin to the kid next to her, handing him a piece of what looked like fresh fudge. “The infirmary. We didn’t think you’d make it, honestly, you’ve been out for around three days after a hydra attack. Don’t drink too much of that, that should be good, anymore might hurt you,” he explained, watching Robin’s expression shift from pained to pure confusion. She gingerly put the glass down on the table next to her, the pain in her body fading almost instantaneously. “Will, can you—go get Mr. Clarke,” he instructed, his attention shifting to look at a boy around fifteen with a harsh dark bowl cut.

Robin’s brow furrowed, her mind drifting off slightly. Surely that Mr. Clarke wasn’t the same as her Mr. Clarke; her middle school science and Latin teacher with a love for all things dorky, including a replica of both the Death Star and Greek pottery.

Sure enough, though, it was in fact the very same Mr. Clark that walked in a few minutes later, who had exchanged his stiff button downs for a looser summer-y button down shirt, dotted with what Robin could only assume to be centaurs. Or she actually did have a concussion, and her vision was messing with her.

“Robin!” he grinned, his smile incredibly bright considering the atmosphere. “I see Jonathan has taken good care of you in your recovery. I’m glad to see you’re alright.”

Robin blinked. “Mr. Clarke? Where am I? I had the weirdest dream about a monster with, like, nine heads at my job and the whole display case of candy getting destroyed and then you were there and now I’m..here? But I don’t know where ‘here’ is and Keri’s going to be pissed at me for leaving the place a mess and ditching without even a call.”

“Well, lucky for you, that was most certainly not a dream,” Mr. Clarke began. “Or, unlucky, I suppose. That definitely happened, but thankfully you made it out of here alive, and even more so thankfully that I happened to be looking to see a movie. I got you back here safe and sound, and Jonathan here got you patched up. And as for where ‘here’ is…Robin Buckley, welcome to Camp Half Blood.”

#yes this is because of the trailer #but we aren’t talking about that #you will PRY Robin and Jonathan’s friendship from my cold dead hands #also mr Clarke being Chiron :) I love him #stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #nancy x robin #robin x nancy #I know Nancy’s not here but she’s so iconic in my head #inspired by that twitter thread with everyone’s godly parent #melodicchaos fics

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pacinglikeghosts · 1 year

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shay kat’s au moodboard — tangled au

if it wasn’t clear, this is inspired by the lovely shay ( @lesbianantlerqueen ) and their au format! ronance nation had a few too many convos about a tangled au and here we are. i apologize for the quality, i am balls deep in finals and my one last stop au but i am so enthralled by this au, so i hope you will be too.

Nancy stared down at the landscape below her window, butterflies deep in the pit of her stomach. The whole world at her disposal, if only she would take the leap of faith. Leaving with an apparent rogue didn’t seem like the best idea, but she didn’t appear to have any other options.

“Are you coming, Nance?” Robin Hoode called from below as she continued to scale the wall, her light brown hair whipping in the wind.

Nancy looked back at Dart from his place beneath a layer of long chestnut curls, the butterflies suddenly turning to dread. For a moment, she supposed her Papa was right. Her home here was safe; she knew nothing would hurt her if she stayed inside. The outside had poisonous creatures and plants and people who could try to kill her and probably dozens of other things Papa never told her about, but the outside also had nature–beautiful flowers and stars and animals that made the entire world vibrant and diverse–that she would never experience if she didn’t leave.

Dart gave her a sympathetic squeak, as though to encourage her on her quest into the great beyond. “You’ve been wanting to leave for years,” Nancy pointed out, although she didn’t retreat back inside. “But…I have too.”

Nancy took a deep breath, before hooking her hair onto the pulley as she had for years and years and jumped down. At once, all of her senses were overtaken by the world around her, pulling in all the smells, sights, sounds, and feelings around her. Everything felt like too much, and yet like not enough all at once. She couldn’t get enough of it, but it also made her feel dizzy. In the midst of it all (and stopping herself from crashing down onto the grass), she barely had a chance to catch Robin’s face, though a gawking expression remained glued to the stranger’s expression long after they both hit the ground.

Grass smelled nothing like she imagined. In her head, she pictured it to smell the way the herbs Papa brought for her on occasion did–zesty and fresh with a bit of bitterness–but it was a different sort of smell altogether. And it was softer than she imagined, almost like tiny pieces of her favorite goose down blanket had been placed on the earth and dyed a bright green. Even the sky had a smell and a taste, like fresh flowers or fruit and something she couldn’t quite place.

She did it. She was outside.

bully me into finishing my wips!

#untitled tangled au #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #stranger things #robin x nancy #robin's thief name being robin hoode makes me so happy #also!! dart my love #i hate this new mode of tumblr posting #literally so fucking much #melodicchaos fics

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pacinglikeghosts · 2 months

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fox’s kat’s stranger things moodboard — bubblescoops do revenge au

In the dingy Hawkins High bathroom, Robin watched as Carol paced around the tile floor, her gum smacking every so often and bright red hair gleaming in the low light.

“These assholes deserve to fucking rot,” Carol muttered with a swish of her hair and the overly fruity smell of her shampoo and hairspray filling the small space. “God, I can’t believe them.”

Robin picked at a loose thread on her jacket. “I wish there was a way we could…I don’t know. Swap places with each other or whatever and handle things without getting caught. But that’s…totally not at all possible.”

“I mean,” Carol stopped dead in her tracks, loafers squeaking against the tile. “Why not? We can team up and do revenge on all the people that fucked us over. I’ll ruin Kate’s life, which should be a breeze given how pathetic she seems, and I’ll train you in order to ruin Tommy and Billy’s.”

Robin snorted, laughter escaping her lips like floodgates. “No way,” she insisted when Carol glared at her. “There’s no way I can pull that off…I mean, they’ll see right through me and blow our cover and I am totally the wrong person to do this because look at me and plus, is ‘do revenge’ even grammatically correct?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Encyclopedia Brown, is that what you’re worried about right now?” Carol rolled her eyes. “Trust me. There is no way in hell those idiots will ever figure us out.”

“Okay, what about the rest of the school?” Robin shot back. “If we get caught, we could get expelled or banned from graduation and all school events which I guess wouldn’t be so bad but graduation would totally suck or we could get arrested and I’ll never make it to Paris and—“

“Oh my god, do you ever shut up?” Carol groaned with a smack of her gum. “We won’t get caught. Everyone thinks you’re a loser with no friends, so there’s no reason that I’d be talking to you. No one will ever connect us. It’s absolutely genius.”

Robin frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. “Okay, uh, well, ouch.”

“Look, with my amazing people skills, and your…blank slate and pretty-ish face, we can pull this off. Trust me. Don’t you want Kate to pay for what she’s done to you?” Carol asked.

Robin’s face hardened, staring Carol dead in the eyes. “I don’t just want to make her pay,” she began, her voice cold like steel. “I want her to suffer for the rest of her life.”

#ambers plagued us all with bubblescoops brainrot #and it’s robins birthday so I’m posting this #enjoy #stranger things #robin buckley #carol Perkins #it would hypothetically be ronance for the joke #and Steve’s there. I guess.#bubblescoops #melodicchaos fics

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pacinglikeghosts · 2 months

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just to see you (in another life)

ronance + lavender marriage stobin | future fic/second chance romance | 6.5k words

After all they’d been through—fifteen years of space, a summer of confusing emotions, and a spring break of nightmares—there was still a part of Robin that, just like Nancy, longed for what could have been. A chance to have a life where they stayed together, settled down, and attempted to share in the life Steve and Robin had. A life that Nancy thought she’d despise.

“Would you be willing to consider it?” Nancy blurted out as they stopped at the end of the street. “I mean, the two of us. Would you be open to trying again? Even if it was just a one time thing while we’re both here.”

Robin’s face softened, buried in her jacket. “Yeah,” she nodded, her voice cracking ever so slightly. “Yeah, definitely.”

The year is 2001, and fifteen years after closing up the Upside Down and packing up her life, Nancy Wheeler gets a letter in the mail with no return address. Inside the letter is an invitation to her class reunion, and a personalized note:

Nance: I know you don’t want to come back, but everyone else will be there. Come see your family and say hi to us. We miss you. She misses you.

as always, layout credits to bunivys!

read it here!

#im backkkkkkk #did you miss me #im excited for this one #6.5k words of nancys avoidant tendencies and second chance romance #and lavender marriage stobin! and stonathan if you squint!#whats not to love #stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #nancy x robin #steve harrington #melodicchaos fics #as a reminder love ronance hate the current standing of st cast okay? perfect

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pacinglikeghosts · 4 months

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happy new years eve and happy birthday nancy wheeler (according to my headcanon)! as yall have seen, i have been plagued by percy jackson brainrot as of late, but i also missed writing ronance, so i combined the two! this does not have a title yet, and it's still a ROUGH draft, but here is a percy jackson-ish ronance au, with some homoerotic sparring, a date by the lake, and lots of weird pacing <3 godly parents are mostly based on simplytomh on twitter's assignments.

Robin had been at camp for just about a month, and she was convinced she had broken nearly every bone in her body—twice. Every day, she woke up with her body aching and new bruises littering her skin. Apparently, there wasn’t enough nectar and ambrosia in the world to help her.

Frankly, she felt like no matter what she did at camp, she was destined to fail. Sure, she had been claimed by her godly parent, which was…nice, she supposed. Glad to know her father wasn’t just some deadbeat that left her and her mom alone for seventeen years, but rather a deadbeat god who did all of that, and gave Robin a messed-up brain. It was a bit of a relief to find out her talent with languages wasn’t sparked from sheer boredom, but a trait from her dad’s side of the family, though it was a bit insulting to find out her half siblings are typically athletic and skilled at lying—though she could fib her way out of some small issues, she certainly wasn’t athletic.

Even as half god, she was still a fuck up. Great.

“Well, good morning, feather-feet,” Steve greeted with a grin far too cheerful for nine in the morning.

Robin glared up at him through her bangs. “Never call me that again.”

Steve laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, Rob…are you ready for sword fighting?”

“Against Nancy? No way.”

He shook his head, bending down to tighten the laces on his sneakers. “C’mon, Nance isn’t that bad. She’s just…she’s got a thick skin and she’s one hell of a fighter, but she’s not the emotionless bitch everyone makes her out to be. She’s got a big heart,” he insisted. “Besides, I know you’re into her.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I don’t need you mettling,” Robin muttered as she tugged on the bright orange collar of her camp t-shirt, her face growing warm. “Don’t you have some crafts to do with some of the younger campers? Or some flirting to do with a certain child of Apollo?”

Steve’s ears tinged pink, his own turn at embarrassment taking force. “Shut up,” he mumbled as he hid his face behind a poorly disguised cough. “See you at lunch. Let me know how sword fighting goes.”

Robin rolled her eyes and headed towards the arena, her body aching with every step. No matter how much her new-found best friend attempted to will it otherwise, there was no way her encounter with Nancy in that arena would end up as anything other than positively terrible.

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“It should be simple for most of you at this point,” Nancy Wheeler, Athena’s golden child and head counselor began as she grabbed a glittering gold sword from the pile. “Combat is all about strategy. You need to be two steps ahead of your opponent at all times. Now, to demonstrate, I need someone to come help me. Robin, I think you’d be a good fit for it.”

“I definitely do not think I would be,” Robin protested. “Unless you want everyone here to watch me fall flat on my face and embarrass myself.”

Nancy loosened her grip on the sword ever so slightly. “Hermes kids are naturally good fighters, you’ll be fine,” she reassured. “Just trust me.”

“Oh, I trust you fine, I just don’t trust myself. I mean, have you seen me try to do the climbing wall? I think half of these bruises are just from that, but yeah, let’s add a deadly weapon, and I know Hermes kids are usually naturally good fighters, but we’re also supposed to be naturally faster and more agile than most others, and I’m clearly not, seeing as this bruise on my knee is from tripping over a branch yesterday and this one is from—”

“Robin. Just get up here.”

Robin trudged to join Nancy up front, wincing as she grabbed the bronze sword from the top of the pile. The weapon felt heavy in her hands, and awkward in her grip, as though she was not the person to be holding it. In fact, she could probably name ten other people in the group that were better swordsmen than she was.

“As I was saying,” Nancy continued and squared up. “This is all a matter of strategy. Just watch how Robin reacts to my motions.”

Robin, unsurprisingly, did not react well to Nancy’s advances, as within minutes her sword fell to the ground with a metallic clatter. “Sorry, I just—it looked like you were going to kill me,” Robin forced out as she scrambled to pick up her weapon.

Nancy shrugged off the comment, and instead turned back to the group. “When my sword hit Robin’s, the angle of contact made it so the tip of my blade seemed incredibly close to coming in contact with her chest. Thankfully, I wouldn’t ever kill Robin, but that isn’t to say other people wouldn’t try to—and that goes for any of you. However, had Robin repositioned her angle of contact, my wrist would have been twisted at such an angle that she would have had the upper hand,” she explained, before turning back to Robin. “Let’s go again.”

Though every part of her told her to run, Robin grabbed her sword off the ground and squared up, attempting to level with Nancy despite being a few inches taller than her. It was all a matter of strategy, she kept reminding herself after the first strikes. Watch the wrist, and her stance, and it would finally make sense.

All of a sudden, it was like the instincts that had been asleep for so long finally awoke from hibernation, and Robin found herself tapped into a secret sixth sense. It was as though she was pulled out of her body and given superpowers; replaced with a version of herself that could hold her own in battle. Every hit towards her was blocked, and Nancy seemed to be fired up with a new sense of determination. It was…almost attractive? If such a word could be used to describe a girl at the other end of a deadly weapon. The glint in her eyes and the mid-morning light reflecting off her ponytail made Nancy seem like the paintings and drawings Robin had seen in classes of ancient warriors (which she supposed made a bit of sense, given Nancy’s parentage)—powerful and authoritative on one hand, but ethereal and other-worldly on the other.

Then, the cool pressure of Nancy’s sword pressed against Robin’s throat, the tip of the blade landing right below her chin and knocking her out of her thoughts. “You…said you wouldn’t kill me,” Robin forced out, swallowing heavily against the point.

Nancy dropped her sword, the fiery gleam in her eyes glowing brighter. “I did,” she acknowledged. “Always have to be two steps ahead of your opponent, Buckley,” she added as she placed the weapon back in the pile.

Robin grumbled out her response, hoping that Nancy couldn’t hear how she was distinctly mocking her, before taking off her armor one piece at a time. “You know there were people actually willing to help you, right?”

“I did,” Nancy hummed. “But I knew you could do it.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “You could have killed me!”

“I wouldn’t have,” Nancy insisted, her formerly monotonous voice softening. “Will you meet me at the lake tonight before lights out?”

Robin scoffed, bending down to tighten the laces on her boots. “So you can kill me once and for all? Or leave me for the cleaning harpies?”

“Robin,” Nancy sighed. “Do you trust me?”

Robin looked up from her boots, staring up at Nancy. The iciness in her eyes had melted, the cool blue becoming more like the color of a sunny day than that of bitter cold, and the hardened expression on her face had faded almost entirely.

Robin bit down on the inside of her cheek, before nodding. “I already told you, yes.”

When Robin told Steve about Nancy’s proposal at dinner, he seemed all too overjoyed for his friend to be thrown to the metaphorical wolves—trust or no trust. He insisted—several times—that he had no stake in the matter, nor had he mettled in the happenings between his two friends. He simply wanted to see the happiness between Robin and Nancy, and saw the potential for the two of them to bond.

Like Robin believed that.

Still, she let Steve fix her hair and critique her outfit, fine tuning everything from the way she tied her boots to the haphazard way she buttoned her shirt. “You’d think I was going out on a date,” Robin remarked with a laugh as he gave her one final look-over, but Steve remained silent and focused on his task, tongue wedged between his teeth.

“Good luck,” he said finally, nudging her towards the lake. “Don’t freak out.”

Robin’s eyes widened, her head whipping back to face Steve. “Freak out? Why would I freak out? What’s going on that would make me freak out? You told me this would be fine and she wasn’t going to kill me and I could trust her and—”

“Just go! You’ll see!” he insisted, giving her another push. “Good luck! Have fun!”

Robin bit back a scowl. “I hate you!” she called over her shoulder, before heading down the hill to the beach.

When she reached the beach, she was stunned to find the terrain not set up for her inevitable doom, but rather a candlelit spread of a blanket and strawberries, with Nancy sitting on one end. Robin once again considered the fact that she may in fact be on a date, but given the way Nancy was idly studying her knife, she couldn’t be too sure.

“Uh…hi,” Robin greeted awkwardly, approaching the blanket.

In the dim light, Nancy’s face brightened. “Robin, you came!” she smiled.

“You invited me, and I said I would,” Robin answered, her gaze shifting from the knife to Nancy’s face. “You…aren’t going to kill me, right?”

Nancy frowned, then remembered the weapon in her hand. “What? No, I’m just looking this over for my brother and forgot to bring it back to him. Something about aerodynamics.”

“Wouldn’t that be the job of the Hephaestus cabin?”

“You’d think so,” Nancy laughed, “but here I am,” she added, before gesturing to the blanket. “Come sit.”

Robin settled onto the other side of the blanket, her limbs awkwardly pulled into her body. “That’s good to know, at least,” she breathed out. “But…why exactly did you invite me here?”

“Steve didn’t tell you?” Nancy asked. Robin shook her head. “Figures…son of Aphrodite’s all for romance except when it comes to his friends. Or his own life, I guess.”

Robin laughed, stretching out her legs and leaning back on the blanket. “I know! I mean, seriously. He’s been pining for—I don’t even know how long and he still refuses to make a move,” she grinned. “Wait…romance? This—this is a date?”

“Is that okay?” Nancy asked hesitantly. “I’ve had a crush on you since you got here, and I know how stupid that sounds, but I’ve just been trying to figure out a time to talk to you since you seem to be actively avoiding me, so I planned to spar with you and ask you to meet me here. Steve, uh, actually suggested it. Not everything, just the set up.”

Robin exhaled, staring out at the water. “Figured,” she noted, before turning to Nancy. “I was only avoiding you because I’ve thought you were so perfect and smart and gorgeous since I got here, and every time I was around you I made a fool of myself. You didn’t do anything wrong, I was just trying to avoid embarrassing myself around you more than I already had.”

“I see,” Nancy said softly, her gaze fixated on the water. “If you’re still hungry, you can have some of the strawberries. I had to bribe the satyrs into giving these up, crops are relatively scarce this time of year.”

Robin frowned. “They can’t use magic to make them grow all year long?”

“I guess not.”

Robin turned back to face Nancy, her figure shadowy in the dim light. It would be so easy, Robin realized, to kiss her. But she hadn’t kissed anyone before, much less anyone like Nancy. What if she did the wrong thing; went in the wrong direction and ended up hitting her head against Nancy’s so their once romantic moment is ruined by her clumsiness? Or what if she uses too much tongue, or too little, or her kisses are too wet, too dry, too sloppy, too tense, too everything that could go wrong?

“Are you okay?” Nancy asked suddenly.

Robin blinked, her attention drawing back to reality. “What? Yeah, I’m fine…I’m good.”

“Are you cold? We can head back,” Nancy offered.

“No, I—“ Robin forced out, before turning sharply and grabbing Nancy’s face. Without much reconsideration, she slammed her lips against Nancy’s, taking in the sweet taste of strawberries that lingered on the skin like the last bits of sunlight in summer. To her surprise, kissing was natural—incredibly so. Nancy relaxed into the gesture, moving against Robin in effortless harmony. Where Robin was cautious and reserved, careful to not make the wrong move, Nancy charged ahead, reading Robin’s body language and moving along as if this was second nature to her.

“We should get back,” Nancy said against Robin’s lips after what felt like an eternity of blissful kissing.

Robin sighed, rubbing her hand over her lips. “Yeah, probably…” she frowned, looking at the smear of lipstick on the back of her hand.

“But this was fun,” Nancy said, clearly noticing Robin’s somber expression. “Maybe we can have Steve set something else up for us,” she joked, her smile bright in the darkness.

Robin groaned, picking up Nancy’s basket of strawberries and blanket before passing them to her. “Ugh, don’t give him any ideas,” she muttered. “But that would be nice.”

“See you tomorrow for sparring?”

Robin grimaced, rolling out some tightness in her shoulders. “As long as you don’t pull another stunt like today on me.”

Nancy grinned. “No promises.”

#maybe ill post this on ao3 once i have a title and revise it #but for now enjoy #i wanted to post this by the end of today so i did make my goal #sort of #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #nancy x robin #steve harrington #melodicchaos fics

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pacinglikeghosts · 7 months

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last sentence tag game! tagged by @pelorsdyke and i'm sharing more than a sentence because i'm writing my rom com au for ronancetober free day (holy shit i actually remembered to do a ronancetober prompt? shocker) and i'm very excited.

With a moment to herself, Nancy looked around at the shop, taking in its design and decor. Truthfully, there was no sense of organization; with books stacked in precarious piles across the store and cases of records stored anywhere there was space, and it felt more like a second-hand shop than one full of new releases. Somehow, it added to the charm, though, like all the coziness was packed into the clutter. “Here’s your coffee,” Polo Guy said as he approached the table, a girl their same age in tow. And where Polo Guy was all light colors and bright expressions, this girl was dark tones and soft scowls, only exemplified by her dark jeans, heavy boots and bomber jacket, and thick eyeliner. For some reason, Nancy couldn’t stop staring at her. “Right, sorry. I’m Steve, and this is Robin. We don’t own this place, but we’ve worked here as long as we’ve lived here.” Nancy nodded, grabbing her notepad from her bag. “Nancy,” she said curtly. “Shall we?”

im not tagging anyone because lord knows ive fallen off the face of the earth but do it if you want besties

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #melodicchaos fics #are yall ready for “im sorry who are you?” energy from nancy #because i am!

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pacinglikeghosts · 6 months

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happy stranger things day!! here is another excerpt that i've been working on lately from rom com au. no robin in this one, just a lot of delicious (imo) descriptions!

But she was headed to Vermont for another round of interviews about another town and their desolate economies, her own well-being be damned. Both the town in Rhode Island and the one in Western Massachusetts expressed their remorse for their once thriving economy, which had since suffered due to large retailers driving out the small businesses or slow seasons dragging down the booming economy of the busy season. Nancy could see the headline now: “Small-town America is dead, large retail and tourists amongst the reasons.” Or…maybe not that. Jesus Christ, she needed to get her head back in the game. Pulling onto the Main Street of what was dubbed by several magazines and newspapers to be “Vermont’s cutest small town you’ve never heard of,” Nancy was moderately unimpressed with the town before her. It was just like all the other towns she’d visited: a single stretch of road with businesses and homes in peeling candy colored paint jobs lining the sidewalks. Though the town in Rhode Island boasted a beach as its main tourist trap, or a mountain in Massachusetts, this town’s main attraction was a maple syrup factory. One of the largest in the state, they insisted on signage as she entered the center of town. Even the bed and breakfast, a quaint Victorian mansion someone generations ago painted a soft shade of Pepto Bismol pink and renovated into a livable hotel was just as sweet as the town made itself out to be. According to Nancy’s notes, The Sugar House Bed & Breakfast was run by Mary-Louise Abrams, an older widow that opened the hotel with her husband before he passed as a sort of bucket list dream, but since his death, Mary-Louise worked with her only daughter Daisy to keep the business afloat. “Ah, yes, we spoke on the phone!” Mary-Louise beamed when Nancy checked in. “What you’re working on sounds positively amazing, dear. This will do great things for our little town. I’m looking forward to speaking with you, just let me finish up here.” Nancy smiled, taking her key from the desk. “There’s no rush. If you don’t mind, I might go freshen up before we get to talking, I’ve been in the car all morning.” “Go right on ahead, sweetheart. I’ll pull together some coffees and pastries for us and you come down when you’re ready. I’ll be in the office, it’s right through this doorway.”

...can you tell i grew up driving around new england on the weekends exploring with my family? this doesn't have a title yet, but once it does i'll give y'all a proper tag to follow along with! very excited about this au

#tangled au boat scene is coming too #eventually i promise #i just want to write for fun rn this semester has been hell #fun fact a college i almost went to had a maple syruping class #it was in NH not VT though #just new england things #stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #nancy x robin #melodicchaos fics #untitled rom com au

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pacinglikeghosts · 2 years

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baby it's halloween (and we can be anything)

ronance | ronancetober challenge | day 7

day seven: sapphic senate (or: enjoy some headcanons because i had too many ideas and none of them concrete)

They have sleepovers every other Saturday. They’re always at Nancy or Vickie’s house, and never at Robin or Chrissy’s.

Chrissy stress bakes (it’s a common ED thing just trust me) and Vickie stress knits so sometimes Robin and Nancy come home to the most random things or get the strangest presents. They love them though

Chrissy and Nancy have a running joke with Eddie about them both dating him and Eddie being a massive playboy but it actually keeps them all from being outed and shit. Robin, vickie, and Steve tried to do the same thing with little luck (also vickie is like “Robin aren’t you mad Nancy is cheating on you” and Robin LAUGHS)

Genuinely may write this

Chrissy and Vickie were never told about ronance. They just kind of figured it out.

Robin and Nancy weren’t exactly slick about it either, but they just hoped Chrissy and Vickie would think they were best friends until they literally kissed on the mouth in front of them and they went “well fuck”

They all came out to each other consecutively. Someone made a comment about how hot an actress was during a movie night, and then instead of freaking out they all went “you too?” or something.

In a roommate au, they have a bitchy calico cat named something soft like Lilly or Cloud that HATES Steve. Like the cat has to be locked in Chrissy’s room because he won’t go in there. It’s also incredibly stupid and ends up stuck in the weirdest places.

Alternatively, it was originally Chrissy’s cat that she stole–I mean adopted (think like Winston and Ferguson from New Girl) but then they all started caring for it and now they all love and care for the cat. When Robin and Nancy move into their own place, they get like three cats of their own.

Chrissy, Vickie, and Nancy LOVE to go shopping or get their nails/hair/“girly stuff” together. Robin tagged along a few times, but it was definitely not her thing and she just got overwhelmed and tired about an hour in and had to have Steve pick her up

Vickie is an artist in her free time and she draws comics for the paper sometimes. She mostly just likes to hang out in the newspaper office with Nancy and Robin because it’s quiet and Nancy keeps good snacks in there.

Chrissy and Nancy kissed once at a cool kid party during a game of spin the bottle and they only admitted that it impacted them in a gay way after they came out

Future careers: Nancy - journalist (duh), Robin - interpreter (or a film professor specializing in foreign films), Vickie - music teacher, Chrissy - dietician specializing in ED recovery with adolescents

Chrissy and vickie actually kind of hate Steve. They both accept that he’s robin's best friend and Nancy’s close friend too (and Eddie’s boyfriend) but they both have an early s3 Robin idea of him being king Steve the douchebag in their heads

Robin and Vickie went on like two dates towards the end of the school year before they both realized they’re really similar and they’re better off friends. They just laugh about it now.

Top modern Spotify artists: Nancy - Taylor Swift (top album is reputation, folklore, or evermore) or MARINA. Chrissy - Taylor Swift (top album is Lover or Speak Now). Robin - Julien Baker or Phoebe Bridgers (tbh I think she would love boygenius in general). Vickie - Hozier.

They go CRAZY for Halloween. Like, the best group costumes you can imagine. They had really intricate Wizard of Oz costumes one year, then they were characters from Grease (would have been the Pink Ladies but Robin wanted to wear a T-Birds jacket), Veronica and the Heathers once Heathers is released,the list is endless. They plan and prep for months. Chrissy and Robin are the biggest Halloween fanatics.

Nancy is the true horror slasher fan of the group. Robin likes them enough, and Chrissy and Vickie despise them. They usually watch comedies and "chick flicks" as a group, and then Robin and Nancy will watch all the horror movies as dates

Chrissy and Vickie pine after each other for SO LONG before Nancy and Robin separately sit them down and go "just TALK TO HER" and it STILL takes months.

anyway, that's all the headcanons i have rattling around in my head about these girls. day 8 is coming up around the same time, and goddamn do i love it.

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