Starry Nights

a little bit of Ronance romance WIP ㅤ♡

they can’t find a single one

Robin was here.

She was real.

Not a memory.

Not another dream she’d wake from before morning.

Real.

Standing less than twenty feet away with a pencil still resting between her fingers.

She looked… different.

Not unfamiliar - nothing about Robin felt unfamiliar.

It was the little things.

Her hair had grown far past the blunt fringe Nancy remembered, soft blonde strands framing her face where her bangs had once fallen straight across her forehead. The oversized Hawkins sweaters had disappeared, replaced by a simple cream cardigan pushed carelessly to her forearms over a faded blue button-up, the sleeves rolled twice as if she’d grown warm hours ago and never thought about them again.

There were faint smudges of graphite on the side of her hand, a pencil tucked behind one ear.

The mug downstairs.

The notebook spread open beneath the lamp.

Books stacked in careful little towers around her chair.

She belonged here.

That realization hurt in a way Nancy hadn’t expected.

Not because Robin had changed.

Because Nancy hadn’t been here to watch it happen.

She had missed all of it.

Missed autumn.

Missed the first friends Robin must have made.

Missed whichever professor had convinced her to stay late in the library.

Missed the person she’d quietly become."

- snippet from you should run away with me (even if you're better off alone), a nancy wheeler x robin buckley story coming to ao3 soon!

and so does nancy occasionally

Steve: Feeling a little adventurous? Wanna try something new? I got the right person for you. Let me tell you about them.

Steve: *described himself*

Nancy: Steve, I don't want to go out again.

Steve: ...?

Steve: What are you talking about? I’m not talking about me.

and so does nancy occasionally