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wildestflowrs · 2 years

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DOMESTIC/FUTURE RONANCE HEADCANONS <33

They’ve had their fair share of apartments; they first moved in together when they went to Emerson, then travelled around Europe, Asia and South America for a little before settling on the outskirts of Indianapolis when Nancy lands a secure job as a reporter (she gets to travel with work from time to time, which she loves)

When they’ve settled Robin becomes a middle-school teacher (she teaches French, Spanish, extra curricular mixed languages lessons and a few music lessons on the side - also helps to run band)

Their apartment in Indianapolis is the first place they actually own together, rather than renting a place or staying at a hostel, so they go crazy painting and decorating with lots of colour

Even though she prefers to sleep in, Robin loves to get up and make Nancy breakfast (sometimes she even brings it to her bed on a tray with a little flower)

They have a small balcony where they grow as many plants as they physically can, plus they have plenty of window box planters. Robin names all of their ‘plant babies’

They know each other’s coffee and tea recipes by heart; Robin likes her chai tea with a little milk and a spoonful of sugar and Nancy likes her coffee with cream and no sugar

Robin runs warm while Nancy runs cold; Nancy snatches us most of the blanket in bed while Robin cuddles up to her or splays like a starfish, letting Nancy rest her head on her chest

Steve bought them a ‘kiss the cook’ apron when they moved in and they use it as an excuse to steal kisses while they cook together

They have a spare room and couch bed for when the kids or friends want to stay over

Their next-door neighbour is a little old lady who bakes stuff for them

Robin gives free music lessons to kids in the apartment block

Nancy still keeps guns / weapons hidden around the house - she even has a handgun stashed under a floorboard in the bathroom

Nancy leaves early for work on weekdays, so Robin doesn’t tend to see her before work; Nancy leaves her notes on her empty pillow like ‘have a lovely day my darling, I love you always - N <3’

Robin’s students love Nancy; Robin always gushes about her partner when prompted by the kids, and even if in the beginning it’s a way for the kids to distract their teacher from giving them work, they begin to love hearing about who they assume is Ms. Buckley’s husband

Robin forgets her lunch one day and Nancy comes into her class and drops it off and gives Robin a kiss goodbye - the kids are shocked but they’re accepting <3

Nancy often falls asleep poring over her work at her desk, and always seems to wake up with a blanket thrown over her and a warm mug of tea or coffee waiting for her

If one of them has a particularly bad nightmare they’ll cozy up on the couch and watch a movie and listen to music

When they moved in, the first thing they got out was a record player that they keep in the kitchen; even when all of their stuff was in boxes, Robin dug out a record and danced with Nancy in the kitchen of their new home. They dance together in the kitchen at least once a week

There’s books strewn about everywhere in their apartment, over flowing bookshelves and scattered on tables, with notes sticking out of them and annotations scribbled on the pages

Robin and Nancy love lazy days in bed every once in a while, cuddling or reading or talking or just existing with each other

#ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #they’re so special to me #ronance <3 #stranger things #stranger things 4 #ronance headcanon #ronance headcanons #wildestflowrs does headcanoning #fruity four

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beep-beep-robin · 2 years

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headcanons are so funny. most of them are just like here, have this list of things i do or am that i’m probably a bit insecure about and apply it to this fictional character i like. boom, now i‘m less insecure.

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nancywheelersgirlfriend · 1 year

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could u write a fic where nancy fully finds out what happened to robin and steve under starcourt

here u go, beloved anon. thank u for waiting so long and so patiently <3

so much braver (than i credit u for) (2,029 words)

T.W. implications of sexual assault, canon violence

The wear and tear were hardly visible in the summer sunlight - that's where Steve thrived, with his tan skin and admittedly nice chest and excellent swimming skill - but now, sat in front of his parents’ campfire with his head against his fist, he looked decades older than he really was. Nancy held her roasting stick tentatively, the marshmallow threatening to collapse into the fiery pit below as she distracted herself in tracing the shadows that fell underneath his eyes. In the harsh light he looked almost in a constant state of grief, with heavy eye bags and lines along his forehead, lips pressed in a thin line and hair limp from the heat.

Robin sat beside Nancy, the two having commandeered the foldout loveseat upon arriving in his backyard. She was expertly placing two roasted marshmallows onto their respective graham crackers - one burnt to all hell and one barely cooked. She passed one to Steve, who had his hand open and waiting as if second nature to accept food from Robin. He liked his barely cooked, apparently.

Eddie was nearly passed out in the lawn chair across the fire from them, a few purposeful feet from Steve after a day spent trying and failing to get a summer job. Surprisingly, nobody wanted to hire the assumed leader of a deadly cult. Robin suggested using it as a resume builder. Nancy suggested changing his name and trying out the next town over. He had his arms folded across his chest, a bit of marshmallow stuck to a long curled strand that Nancy didn’t have the heart to bother him about picking off.

Steve seemed to be contemplating shoving the entire smore in his mouth in one go.

“You alright?” Nancy asked, immediately wincing at both the lack of tact and impersonality of her question - they’d known each other long enough to forgo conversation starters like that. “You look, um.”

“You look like shit,” Robin helpfully interrupted, sucking off a bit of marshmallow from her finger and generally being the bane of Nancy’s existence. Steve looked up from the smore as if he’d forgotten they were there completely, a little look of shock on his face.

“I’m fine,” He said, but his tone of voice was anything besides reassuring. “I’m, uh, just not getting much sleep lately.” Nancy nodded, fully prepared to drop the whole awkward thing anyway. Clearly, Steve didn’t want to talk about himself or his well-being - he hardly ever did.

“Me neither,” Robin agreed. She took a bite of her burnt-as-hell smore, wordlessly taking Nancy’s stick from out of her loose grip and holding it patiently over the fire for her.

“Thank you,” Nancy whispered to her side. Robin knocked their feet together in acknowledgment.

“I haven’t slept since 1983, honestly,” Steve added, and while he was laughing as he said it Nancy didn’t take it as a joke.

“I have trouble sleeping too,” Nancy admitted to the both of them, hoping to coax them out into the open. Steve and Robin were a bit like frightened animals - make them talk about their feelings too much and they’d scurry away. Deer in headlights type. She had to be gentle. “I dream about - Barb. And Fred.” Just saying their names still made her choked up. Nancy ducked her head into her sweater, prepared to blame her watery eyes on the heavy smoke from the campfire. As she sniffled into the fabric, Steve hummed in neutral agreement.

“I dream about the mall,” Steve said. Beside her, Nancy felt Robin move her whole body to nod.

“You saved my life,” Nancy said, smiling wetly as she remembered both t-boning Billy’s precious sports car seconds before he flattened Nancy into the concrete. “With Toddfather.”

“That was, actually, a highlight of the night,” Steve said, laughing a little in reply as he bit into his smore. “Perfect, Rob.”

“Did you expect anything less?” She asked, pulling back Nancy’s stick just as it was beginning to catch fire. If smore-making could be a job, Robin would be making six figures, no doubt. It was little things like that that made Nancy love her so heartbreakingly. Even watching her do something as simple as making her a smore with the correct amount of chocolate and graham made her heart try to pull itself out of her chest.

“In most of my dreams,” Steve said, face grounding itself as he tapped a careful thumb against the top of his smore. “I’m - um. I’m back in that room.” Nancy frowned in confusion, taking Robin’s offered smore robotically as she looked at him.

“That room?” She asked. “What room?”

“We never told you?” Robin replied, a little surprised and a little cautious - Nancy’s heart began a steady descent down to her sneakers. What the hell had they not told her?

It was hard to check in on everybody, especially after that night. She and Jon had been so in the dark about everything else - and the hospital, god. She hadn’t allowed space in her brain for anything else, which she could admit now was a little selfish. Still, Nancy had never asked. And Robin had never said. Certainly, Steve hadn’t. She hardly knew a thing about his childhood, despite dating him for two years and being one of his closest friends for another.

“I know you guys got messed up by some Russians,” Nancy said quietly, surveying both Steve's and Robin’s faces. In the firelight, they looked eerily similar - almost haunted. “But I don’t know the details. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Robin reassured her, hand coming to pull her waist in close and squeeze the outer pocket of her jacket. “We forgot to tell you. I guess it never came up.”

“Who wants to talk about it, anyway?” Steve said, mostly to himself. He took another bite of his smore as uneasy silence fell on the group. Nancy felt terrible to push, but her journalist curiosity got the better of her.

“So - what did happen?” She asked. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine,” Robin replied. Nancy watched her make eye contact with Steve, and they proceeded to have a conversation with only slight twitches on their faces. It was the innate ability that came with being best friends the way they were. “You know about the elevator, right?” Nancy racked her brain, then: yes, a hazy recollection of Erica explaining how they’d ended up in the underground base in the first place.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, after they set off the alarms and figured out we’d broken in, we all rushed into a backroom,” Robin began, eyes firmly set on the fire. As if she were embarrassed to tell Nancy - or nervous to see her reaction. “Dustin and Erica managed to get themselves into the vent system, to try to get out - but Steve and I had to hold the door to give them enough time. We were grabbed by a bunch of Russian guards and spilt up for interrogation. They kept us there for hours.”

“They beat me so bad I nearly died,” Steve cut in, teeth gritting against each other as if the words were forcing themselves out. Nancy noticed his empty hand, the one not holding his smore, was balling into a tight fist against his leg. “They didn’t believe me when I said I wasn’t working for anybody - they just kept hitting me over and over and over again. I couldn’t breathe, it hurt so bad.” That’s why his face was messed up so badly. Nancy couldn’t help her mouth from dropping open.

“When they brought us back together, I thought he-” Robin cut herself off, gasping as she suddenly realized she was crying. “Jesus, I. I’m sorry. I thought Steve was dead.” The last three words were mere whispers as if saying them to the air made it all more real. Nancy took her hand. Steve’s fist immediately unfurled to take her other, stretched beside the fire to grip with a fury she had never seen before. Robin continued to stare into the fire, unseeing.

“Did they beat you up, too?” Nancy asked. Robin let out a little breath through her nose in careful excess at the question.

“No,” She said quietly. “Well - they did. But not as bad as Steve. It was only in reaction to - when they dragged me in there, I was wearing my Scoops uniform. You know, it’s a pretty shitty outfit for espionage, yeah? And - my skirt - I thought they were going to - so kicked one of the guards in the face, and that’s when they beat me up. But they mostly left me alone.”

It was difficult to pin down exactly what Nancy felt at that exact moment. At first, it was cold horror at the steady, small implication of what Robin was saying; what those guards would’ve done to her, had she not been as ready to fight back or them not as lenient in letting her alone. But horror gave way quickly to a tidal wave of fierce, untamable anger. One that roared in Nancy’s chest and took over her whole being, face reddening with intensity and hand gripping Robin’s with white knuckles.

“Nance,” Robin chided. She looked away from the fire finally to make eye contact with Nancy. “It’s okay. I’m okay. You don’t need to break my hand.”

“Sorry,” Nancy choked out, releasing her grip only slightly. She was worried if she let go, Robin would float away - or worse, be dragged back down to the depths of the mall.

Steve’s face, in comparison, was a steady, heated anger - just as angry as Nancy, but none of the surprise. He’d known about this. Perhaps the entire time. Nancy desperately wished he’d said something, but on the same thought acknowledged it was all within Robin’s jurisdiction. At least she was telling her now.

“And then they drugged us,” Steve said. “And almost took off one of my fingers as a torture tactic.”

“Luckily Dustin and Erica came in then,” Robin finished, shaking her head and smiling despite the tears in her eyes. “The fucking idiots. I could’ve killed them if I had been able to stand up.”

“Horse tranquilizers,” Steve told Nancy, a similar smile on his face. The silence returned for a second or two before Steve was all but collapsing into Robin, pulling her into a tight hug that she returned whole cloth. Nancy stayed on the loveseat as the two best friends stood up for a better angle, gripping each other as if holding each other together. She rested a careful hand on Robin’s back and let her girlfriend fall against her shoulder, emotionally and physically exhausted, when the hug finally broke.

“I’m sorry,” Nancy said, because there was nothing else to say. Steve finished the rest of his smore and looked back into the fire. It seemed some of the shadows, while not entirely going away, had gotten a little lighter. As if the words they had spoken were floating off in the smoke. Robin looked about ready to fall asleep. “I wish I had been there.”

“I am so fucking glad you weren’t,” Robin said, voice muffled. She tucked her head against Nancy’s shoulder and shut her eyes. When Nancy managed to stop looking at the beauty that was her girlfriend in the firelight, she looked back at Steve.

“You can fall asleep, too,” Nancy offered. “I’ll keep watch.” Steve gave her a wiry grin and suddenly he was sixteen again, and the butterflies in her stomach awakened just enough for her to give him one in return.

“Thanks, Nance,” He finally decided, leaning back into his chair and tucking his hands into his jacket pockets. “It’s over, yeah? Like Rob said, it’s okay. We’re okay.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Nancy admitted, carding a careful hand through Robin’s choppy bangs. Steve’s smile grew as the fire winked.

“You’re already doing something,” He said, gesturing to Robin and her prone position against Nancy’s shoulder. “You’re something, Nance. That’s enough. That’s more than enough.”

Nancy, once again, blamed her tears on the fire. Steve didn’t say a word about it.

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spicysix · 11 months

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🏏 + ronance (romantic pls im so obsessed w them😵‍💫)

nancy has a big dog and robin has a tiny cat. they're best friends

nancy being a moning person always wakes up first. she likes to make robin breakfast - doesn't cook a lot, she's not good at it. but she puts up a little tray with fruits, toasts, coffee, yogurt or juice and a flower, and brings it to the bed on the weekends

(this is actually a very popular one but i'm a sucker for it too) nancy runs cold, robin's like her personal heater

they both have motor scooters and love to take them out for rides together. most times they go to a park and have picnic dates

nancy gives robin her ring and robin gives nancy one of her own rings back

they love love love listening to each other ramble on and on about their special interests. robin could listen to nancy talk about journalism all fucking day, and when robin's on a frenzy she'll invade nancy's baths and showers and talk while sitting on the toilet. nancy finds it adorable

talking about baths, robin loves to draw special relaxing baths for nancy. she'll add salts and bubbles and feel like a witch and her cauldron while preparing it. when nancy's specially stressed, robin washes her hair for her, gives her a full facial, massages her feet

they always have matching nails. like sometimes the same colors, sometimes the same patterns. but they're always matching

i've talked about it on my nancy headcanons, but nancy drinks coffee but doesn't actually like the taste. meanwhile robin loves coffee but doesn't drink it because it gives her anxiety and a loose intestin

neither of them sleeps well on their sides so it's very rare for them to cuddle spooning. usually one of them is facing up while the other sleeps tucked to their side

they love doing puzzles together and they frame their favorites and put them up on their shared apartment walls

nancy loves playing with robin's fingers and robin's hair. robin loves when nancy plays with her hair, she almost falls asleep every time

nancy steals all of robin's jackets and robin never ceases to melt whenever she sees her girlfriend wearing her clothes ♡

join the celebration!

#ronance #ronance headcanons #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x robin buckley #lui answers #em ♥️#moots ♡#lui's strange celebration #lsc 🏏

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munsonshire · 20 hours

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Ronance Wedding

Pairing: Nancy x Robin Warnings: Cuteness overload, prepare yourself Main Masterlist Ronance Masterlist

Nancy Walked gracefully down the isle / Robin tripped several times and cussed every time, nearly falling once on top of Steve, who was trying to help her up the stairs to where Nancy was

Nancy wore a white dress / Robin wore a suit because she hates dressed with passion

Robin smashed the cake on Nancy's face. Then she had to run for her life because Nancy was mad / Nancy ended up taking revenge on her and smashed cake on her face when she was distracted

Steve was the maid of honor, yes, they made him wear a dress at some point, Eddie won't stop teasing him about it

They both proposed to each other the same day at the same time and ended up crying

Robin improvised her vows and they were beautiful but she was rambling a lot / Nancy prepared them weeks before the wedding

When they got home after the wedding Nancy wanted to do the "carry the bride through the door" it ended with both of them on the floor laughing a lot

The kids got wasted af (they're all over 18)

They did all the typical wedding things, even the conga, but they always act as if they hadn't. They had a long list of everything they didn't wanna do and it was number one but they forgot. Steve teases them about it.

No one walked any of them down the aisle but Karen came to the wedding and was really supportive of Nancy and comforted Robin for her parents not appearing

They wouldn't stop smiling and giggling with each other all night

#ronance #RONANCE HEADCANONS #ronance headcanons #Ronance #nancy wheeler blurbs #nancy wheeler headcanon #nancy wheeler #robin buckley hc #robin buckley #robin stranger things #robin x nancy stranger things #robin x nancy st #stranger things

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renegade-diamonds · 27 days

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Ronance cuddling headcanons?

Ooooohhhhhh, the fluffy headcanon ask? Don't mind if I do......

Robin's usually the little spoon, but they switch often depending on the type of affection either of them needs.

Nancy loves skin-to-skin contact when cuddling. She adores the little humming sounds Robin makes when Nancy traces her numerous freckles lightly with her fingertips.

Robin really likes the smell of Nancy's shampoo, so she often falls asleep while cuddling with her face buried in Nancy's hair.

At first, it was normally Nancy who initiated cuddling, but as Robin became more comfortable and confident with their relationship, she started initiating waayyyy more than Nancy.

Neither of them can ever turn down cuddles, no matter the circumstances. One time, they even pulled off the road while driving to cuddle in the backseat. They were both pmsing at the time, and a really sad song came on the radio and upset them.

At first, most of their cuddling sessions are spent at Nancy's house. She has a lock on her door, and her parents are usually very good at giving them their privacy. Ted's clueless about their relationship, but Karen's known since before they even got together, and she's the MVP at letting them have their space.

They start having sleepovers at Robin's house since her parents work night shifts; Nancy's convinced that Robin's bed is the most comfortable surface in the world, and they spend a lot of time happily curled up together under the blankets.

Every once in a while, Max, El, and Erica comes over to the Wheeler house for a girl's night sleep over in the basement. All three of them sleep cuddled up between Nancy and Robin. Nancy's always the last one to fall asleep during these sleepovers; she spends a lot of time watching over the girls, grateful for how peaceful they look after all the crazy shit that's happened with the Upside Down. Robin will usually stir, her Nancy-sense can detect when her gf is brooding, and she'll lure the uptight girl to sleep by softly singing the little lullaby from Nancy's music box. Needless to say, Nancy falls for it every time.

#ronance headcanons #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley

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1-800-badvibes · 2 years

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headcanon time because if i don't talk about my girls i will go insane and what better place to yell into the ether than tumblr?

they are always touching. seriously. it doesn't matter where they are, they have some form of contact at all times. pinkies brushing, nancy leaning into robin while they're standing, robin pressing her foot into nancy's leg while they both read. whenever they're with the group, no matter how many seats there are, nancy refuses to sit anywhere but robin's lap

because nancy is always curled up on top of robin while they hang out everyone assumes that robin is the big spoon but she is absolutely the little spoon. she loves to sprawl on top of nancy, especially after vecna. nancy likes knowing that if she does start levitating in her sleep, even if they know he's dead, robin will be able to feel it and snap her out. robin likes knowing that she can listen to nancy's heartbeat so that she can remind herself that they're safe

nancy runs cold, robin runs like a space heater. as a result, nancy loves sneaking up behind robin and pressing her cold hands to her stomach because she finds it endearing that robin squeals every time. she also takes any opportunity she can to steal robin's jackets

robin teases nancy for her music taste relentlessly but her favorite memory is of the two of them, drunk off of cheap wine they stole from nancy's mom, dancing along to madonna at three in the morning. robin swears it didn't happen but nancy has a polaroid from that night that she keeps in her wallet

nancy has a specific wrinkle that she gets between her eyebrows whenever she's focused on something really hard, and any time robin thinks she can get away with it, she'll press a kiss there so she'll get distracted and smile

robin mutters in different languages when she's thinking to herself because "sometimes it just makes more sense in a different language nance." nancy finds it infuriatingly cute because she wants to help but can't because she doesn't understand what she's saying

robin is a good cook, she just burns herself against pans or knicks her fingers constantly. nancy always patches her up and presses a kiss to the injury, fondly exasperated

that's all i can think of for right now but there will absolutely be more in the future. i literally never stop thinking about these silly little fruits

#ronance #stranger things headcanons #ronance headcanons #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #val rambles #i love these girls. so much #someone help me they've taken over my life #not mad abt it just confused as to how I got here /lh

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her-midas-touch · 4 months

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Ronance and Elmax bonding headcanons, please?

Ohh! Ty for the ask anon, but I have to warn you lmao I can and will write you multiple rambling paragraphs on this subject.

I love the idea of robin and nancy having like, these girls nights. I just feel like robin’s not someone who’s ever had one and maybe she and nancy are just on a phone call one day and shit has been going down or they haven’t had the time to catch a break lately and Nancy would just casually bring up a girls night, and brush it off when robin doesn’t immediately react, like “forget it no, it’s stupid” but Robin would agree and joke that she’s just kind of alien to it since she hasn’t had one before.

And nancy just can’t believe that and so she just makes it her mission to give robin the full experience.

It would be sooo cute, I always liked the idea of robin protesting the hell out of letting nancy doing her make-up but giving in anyway and I’m talking casual intimate moments that feel so special (*cue flustered robin and intense gay panic*)

For elmax I’ve always liked the idea that el wants max to teach her how to ride a skateboard and so max takes to teaching her and, also added bonus it would be so cute if el got frustrated cause she isn’t initially good at it and like used her powers to just dramatically hurl the skateboard across the road, and max is both impressed and amused each time (concerned about the state of the skateboard probably too) but she’s still super patient because she has a soft spot for el.

And el would just love watching her skateboard and get innocently distracted without realizing and then become immediately flustered if max caught her looking (or if max ended up falling off her skateboard when she caught el looking and she just tries to play it off or make a joke about el using her powers to do it, all while blushing and trying to hide it lmaoo)

So yeah, that’s a few for now, have a nice dayy! 🫶

#asks #the way this could’ve been so much longer ahhhh #I love them #I could literally drone on about ronance and elmax forever #elmax and ronance my beloveds #ronance #ronance headcanons #elmax headcanons

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corgiplays · 2 years

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I have some head canons or well their not technically head canons because I'm the creator but same principle, so Polish Robin head canons

• Robin has and still struggles to pronounce "th" words like "this" and has spelt dem like dis (i also struggled with this and had to take speech therapy to fix it)

• Steve made fun of how Robin was spelling "th" words when they worked in Starcourt and she through about killing Steve over it

• ROBIN HAS AN ACCENT, especially saying certain words you can hear a very heavy accent

• El finds Robin's accent so interesting because she's only ever heard English or Russian accents and Robin's accent is so different, when she hears it for the first time she sort of pokes Robin's throat because "how is she making that sound?"

• Robin when she speaks English is already fast so when she speaks Polish it's suddenly even faster and everyone is trying so hard to figure out if she actually said words but when Robin speaks Russian it's slowed down to a normal speed

• Everyone would think that Nancy would be the badass who teaches them how to fight but it god damn Robin Buckley who they watched fight a Russian 2 times her size and win (Nancy isn't flusted who would even think that...)

• When the group suffers from injuries from a fight with a pack of demo-dogs Robin refuses any sort of help in patching her up because she's self conscious of her scars that stain her skin, Nancy forced her to at least let her help and after a lot of arguing Robin caves (Nancy's gasp is not hidden when she sees Robin's body)

• Nancy will forever handle Robin's scars with so much care and love that Robin cries every time

• The Soviet Union tries to kill Robin but after the atomic winter that happens in Hawkins they think that she wouldn't survive

• Even though everyone hates Robin because she lied to them and works for the Soviet Union she can't help but keep but try to keep them safe even if they hate her

• El is so fascinated by Robin because she's never been exposed to stuff like people from different countries

• Robin has a bunch of little cuts and burns on her hands from cooking accidents

• Robin smells like the forest because in stereotypical Polish fashion she goes into the woods to find mushrooms

• She gets so excited when theirs a heavy rainfall because that means there's gonna be mushrooms and Nancy loves how Robin gets this grin on her face when it starts raining

• Robin drags Nancy with her to find mushrooms and even though Nancy complains about being up so early she loves it when Robin or her find some (they would 100% get a dog and teach it to find mushrooms)

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #polish robin buckley #Please Don't Leave Me AU #ronance headcanons #robin buckley headcanons #robin and nancy walking around the foods with a dog finding mushrooms

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robin-buck1ey · 11 months

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Thinking about how Robin would pick up Nancy and she would protest telling her to put her down immediately only for Robin to go “What, fear of heights Nance?” But really it’s only because Robin’s so fucking clumsy. Like as soon as she sets her down she trips.

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dufrau · 9 months

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Do you think Robin would get butcher as she ages?

I dont know! I'm not sure she's butch at all tbh. She's just kinda not aggressively feminine?

She might get butch though, maybe that's something she's waiting to try on when she gets to a more comfortable place. Or maybe she'll stay in that kinda disheveled androgynous-femme place she's in now, or bounce back and forth as the moods strike her. I don't see her ever going like Super Femme but everything else feels entirely possible.

She's very young! It's also about to be the early 90s when everybody her age dressed like lesbians anyway so she can basically do whatever she wants for a few years with very little consequence.

I support Butch Robin though. I believe she can get there if she wants to.

#ronance headcanons #the butcher anon #asks

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snowangeldotmp3 · 2 years

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If you don't mind could you talk more about werewolf!robin and witch!nancy? Im literally obsessed with werewolves and literally anything supernatural in general and ronance is my current hyperfixation so if both of them are combined im going to explode

anon i would LOVE to. (also i'm glad someone else is obsessed with supernatural things in general aakjhskj)

robin knows when a potion goes wrong before nancy does bc she can smell it. "nance. i don't want to alarm you or anything, but i think something's wrong with this potion." "rob, there's nothing wrong with this po-" *explosion*

robin sheds like crazy. it's everywhere. nancy has a stash of lint rollers.

i also like to think that while nancy's a witch, she's still got her guns. they're enchanted now.

robin gets really antsy right before a full moon. like, pacing and wringing her hands and talking real fast because she's got a little extra energy but nancy waits with her and does her best to keep her level and calm enough so she doesn't work herself up into a panic attack (it's happened before and it was NOT good. robin got really snippy with everyone and apologized profusely after.) nancy's always prepared, she keeps extra clothes on hand for robin and everything.

the super-hearing can really get to robin and it makes it super hard to focus, especially in school, so nancy enchants like, a ring or a necklace or something that dampens it long enough for her to focus.

robin is honest to god friends with every dog she meets. nancy thinks its ridiculous (she thinks its adorable but now they have like, a pack of stray dogs who nearly follow them anywhere.)

robin really does help (most of the time) with making potions because sometimes nancy can get a little disorganized (not that she'll ever admit it) but bc robin can sniff it out, she helps her find the stuff she needs. (and is promptly kicked out after bc she keeps touching/trying to taste things. she gives nancy her best puppy dog eyes. nancy gives in every time.)

nancy has a cat as a familiar and she was super nervous that it wouldn't get along with robin for obvious reasons but it turns out robin is really good with cats too. it LOVES robin. nancy's totally not jealous that the cat spends almost more time with robin. (she totally is.)

whenever nancy's lounging/reading robin (in wolf form) will just like. climb up into her lap and sit. nancy reads to her and robin, in turn, gives her little "kisses" (she licks nancy's face and nancy goes "ew!!! robbie stop it!!" and giggles the whole time.)

this is all i have for now lol!! i hope u enjoy!! i love ronance and i love supernatural stuff so thank u anon for this!!

#got mail! 📩#anon ask #ronance #ronance headcanons #supernatural au #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #i won't be able to stop thinking about them so maybe i'll have more later. who knows.#witch!nancy #werewolf!robin

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nancywheelersgirlfriend · 2 years

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didn't wanna have to do it (ronance)

a/n: short ronance blurb bc i love my girls + will lose sleep for orientation tomorrow over writing them

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Somewhere along the way, Nancy stopped being Nancy Wheeler and became something in between. Now she and Robin were sprawled, connected by bare prickly legs and sticky summer arms, across her unmade bed. Robin snored into her hair. Sinus issues from the Upside-Down. Nancy drooled on her left arm. They slept together in every sense of the phrase.

Her mom had stopped trying. At first, when it was going on two days of Robin now existing in permanent company with the Wheelers, Karen had dropped some unsutble hints about booting her out. But now they were two weeks out from the spring break from Hell and Robin was still here. She’d always be here, draped over Nancy. Protecting her even in sleep, starfish style.

Nancy woke up first. She’d let herself lie there for a peaceful moment, appreciating the red tints on Robin’s cheeks from how overheated her bedroom got. Their hair mixed together on the singular pillow. Nancy lifted a hand to hold onto Robin’s calf. Long, pale, and unshaved. The little dark hairs underneath her fingertips felt like carpeting. She pressed her nose to Robin’s neck and took a deep breath in.

At the kitchen counter, they’d formulated a routine. Ted at the head of the dining room table, coffee in one hand and newspaper in the other. Holly across from him or, when she was feeling up to it, at the counter with Robin and Nancy. Nancy would grab the bowls, Robin poured the milk as Nancy poured the cereal in the other. They dunked each others’ spoons in their respective bowls. Robin liked water with ice in the morning. Nancy liked room temperature.

Mike often wedged his way in between them, half of the time a furious whirl of conversation and the other a ghost of a person. When he was a ghost, Robin poured him cereal. When he was up for living, he’d pour his own - ripping the box from her hand and spilling out marshmallows all over the kitchen in the process.

When it was nice enough outside, a rare occurrence with the apocalypse and all, they’d sit out on the back patio and share bites of soggy Lucky Charms. Robin fed Nancy bites of hers. Nancy let her steal when she was pretending not to look. Which was a complete lie, because Nancy was always looking at Robin. She and the way the morning sun reflected off her face, as if she was as dew-coated as the grass and the shrubs. Robin the garden. Robin the flower. Nancy reached over and tucked a stray hair behind Robin’s ear. It felt like water between her fingers.

What she liked particularly about Robin’s hair was its innate ability to bounce back from any and all obstacles - a bad hair day was unheard of. Especially then, with her bangs grown out far too long to keep clung to her eyelashes, Robin’d tuck strands behind the backs of her ears. It gave her this sense of forlorn curtains on her cheeks, sticky with summer sweat and baby hairs clinging to her forehead - the gaps in the hair where the bangs used to be. It made her face look as if it were a stage newly opened to the public, the show about to start. Nancy took a front row seat.

When the bangs got far too long for Nancy to tolerate and Robin to properly tuck, she easily convinced Robin to get it cut. But the barber had been eaten by a demogorgon, so Nancy had to learn to work a pair of cutting scissors instead. She pushed the chair from her bedroom desk into her bathroom, blushing over the pink walls and little girl makeup kits in the drawers as if Robin hadn’t been practically living in her house for the past two months. Robin sat dutifully on the wooden chair. It was clearly a struggle to sit so still, but Nancy’s hands in her hair had her fairly pacified. She leaned her head back to offer more access, some blissful smile spreading across her face as Nancy chopped unprofessionally at stray hairs and guessed at length.

Then the cutting was over and washing began. Robin bent herself over the half-shower, half-bath to allow Nancy more access. Her knees hit the tile without much ceremony, eyes closed and turned up to Nancy like a sunflower as she ran her hands through the locks over and over again. The sight was almost religious. Nancy couldn’t take it - she had to duck Robin’s head underneath the faucet just to survive. Baptism.

And now her hair didn’t look half-bad. Nancy’s poor attempts at chopping it had all but returned her bangs to their natural state (sleeping on her forehead) but Robin didn’t seem to mind. In fact she hardly recongized she had hair anyway. Nancy stopped worrying about curlers and perms. Her hair grew stringy and straight, the way it had been when Barb was there to brush it out.

Robin liked her hair nonetheless. When they got the chance in between chasing breaths of tumultuous air, Robin would comb out Nancy’s wet hair and press kisses to her neck. All the way down her exposed spine, the way her pale skin curved around her back. The little birthmark on her left side. Robin loved it all. Nancy loved the way Robin’s hands, slightly larger than hers and knobbier at the knuckles, felt pressed into her skin. When they softly tugged at the skin on Nancy’s neck, dancing along the spare freckles When Robin’s fingers skated down her bare arms, laughing lowly into Nancy’s ear as she felt up the goosebumps she caused.

Later, hair mussed up and spread out onto pillowcases above them, Nancy tried her best to fold her body completely into Robin’s. Sometimes it felt like it was about to work - her legs to her legs, her arms clasped against Robin’s chest, Nancy’s face pressed to her collarbone. But they never got nearly close enough. It was never enough. Not for lack of effort - their fingers pulled and left marks in respective skin. There was something they couldn’t bypass. But they could get close enough.

On days where going outside was unfathomable, Nancy and Robin curled up in her bed and read to each other. Robin was especially good at doing voices for comic books they snatched from Mike’s bed (who spent most of his days at the Byers’ new house on Apple Avenue, anyway), but she didn’t have the attention span for the thick classics Nancy preferred. So Nancy read those aloud instead, and textbooks too - prepping them for college days that might never come. Learning with each other to ignore the oncoming assault outside.

When they were in the thick of it, covered in blood and sweat and faces slick with tears, Robin had found Nancy. In between family and ex-boyfriends and brothers Robin pulled her close and tried to fold them together. Nancy let her. She looked up at her with galaxies in her eyes. It was like touching a cloud. They came really, really close. The ground shook and Robin lifted up a jacket-covered arm to protect herself and Nancy, cowering underneath the shield and sticking together. Nancy’s sweaty, frantic kiss landed more on the side of Robin’s mouth rather than her actual lips. It was heaven on Earth.

And when it was finally over and Hawkins was allowed to take a breath, Robin interlocked her fingers with Nancy and stepped away from the gates of Hell. In the hospital, patched up for minor injuries and bouncing their knees in worry for the others with more life-threatening conditions, their fingers stayed interlocked. Nancy Wheeler’s bony, pale hand. Robin Buckley’s tanner, longer fingers. They mushed together in the middle. It felt almost inhumane to spilt at this point.

Walking down what used to be Main Street, showered and not as sweaty but still completely devastated, Robin pulled Nancy into her side. And she said, whispered nearly inaudibly into the strands of Nancy’s ponytailed hair:

“I’m glad it was you.” Nancy looked up from where she’d pressed her face square to Robin’s chest with a soft, innocent smile on her face. She was twenty and she felt sixteen. Time reversed in Robin’s arms and for a moment, waiting for the crosswalk light to change even though there was no chance of a car going down the street, they were kids. Idiots. Unaware. She wrapped an arm around Robin’s waist in reply and squeezed.

“I’m glad it was me, too,” Nancy agreed. Robin couldn’t stand looking into those big, brown eyes anymore, so instead she laughed and pulled Nancy in closer. They walked home no longer two separate girls but one four-legged lovesick animal. Nancy was not Nancy and Robin was not Robin. They were just two people, tow women. Going nowhere and having nothing to do. It was the first breath of fresh air they’d both taken in years.

Sleeping in had never felt so good.

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spicysix · 11 months

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🏏 - more romantic ronance headcanons please!

[nancy HCs | ronance HCs part 1]

MORE romantic, you say?? ok then, here's a mariage

Nancy buys a ring and keeps it on her purse for weeks trying to find, or better, trying to plan the perfect moment to propose. she comes up with a ton of ideas but nothing seems as perfect as she wants it to be. she's getting frustrated after a month or two having bought the ring already but not being able to propose the way she wants, because she wants it to be the best proposal ever because Robin deserves nothing but the best, and yet Nancy can't find the right thing

Robin passes by a jewelry store on a random Tuesday and sees the perfect ring, one she knows instantly Nance would love. she buys it on impulse and goes home

when Nancy comes home from work, Robin looks at her, and she's so fucking beautiful: hair all disheveled from the helmet she uses to ride the motor scooter, shirt dirty from a pen that leaked earlier that day, taking off her high heels to show blisters on her feet and Robin just. blurts out the question

Nancy says yes btw. and gives Robin her own ring and tells her how she's been holding on to it for months. they have a laugh

welp not like they can get married though. not yet

the day same sex marriage goes legal in wherever state they live in, they both find the first open hour, drag the first coworker that agrees to be a witness and just. get legally married. for fuck's sake, they've been engaged for, like, a decade - they're allowed to go a little crazy over it

they of course plan a real party for their families to attend

Steve doesn't talk to them for two whole weeks so very offended he wasn't the witness to the legal courthouse thing. he forgives them when Robin asks him to be her bridesmaid. Jonathan is Nancy's bridesmaid. not best men, no. they're bridesmaids

Eddie officiates and gives the best speech ever, makes everyone cry - even Mike even if he denies it later

it's a spring backyard wedding, full of flowers and plants and the color palette is rich with greens and blues and purples and fairy lights hanging from the trees

they go to Iceland for their honeymoon! they see a lot of ice a lot of snow the volcanoes and the thermals and the northern lights!!!

and they kiss under the sky that's lit up with the color palette from their wedding all green and blue and purple and the stars twinkle like fairy lights; and life is beutiful and they're together until death does them part and maybe even after that, and they love each other and the whole world can know now

#ronance #ronance headcanons #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x robin buckley #i love them so much your honor #lui answers #lui's strange celebration #lsc 🏏

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