#i get almost self conscious about how bonkers this trip is

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Ronance Femslash February - robin proposes to nancy after a romantic dinner

Oh, anon. You sent me this very sweet ask and I’ve failed to fill it properly twice in a row now. But this time around, there is a romantic dinner, and a proposal, at least! I hope you still enjoy this, even though it’s not quite exactly what you asked for. I had a lot of fun writing it--both times. Happy Valentine’s Day, everybody, from your local slantwise romantic!

I’m accepting Ronance prompts all month for Femslash February. Anon asks are totally fine, and you’re welcome to send more than one prompt. Don’t be shy! Please, keep them coming! You can find previous prompts I’ve filled here.

Content warning for a brief reference to vomit (though no actual vomiting occurs).

In hindsight, the restaurant Nancy booked for dinner might have been a little too fancy. They don’t have all that much money left, and Nancy can already tell just from the lobby that it’s pricier than the guidebook made it sound. But it’s their last night in Paris, and she figures they deserve to treat themselves one more time.

“Merd alors,” Robin mutters as they’re ushered to their table, then promptly trips over the threshold of the dining room because she’s craning her neck to get a look at the stained glass ceiling. She only avoids falling flat on her face because Nancy grabs her elbow, and when Robin turns around to throw her a grateful grin, Nancy is almost too distracted worrying she’s going to trip again to notice how Robin’s smile lights up her whole face.

There’s a little voice in the back of Nancy’s head that’s insisting this night is going to be a disaster. They’re underdressed, for one thing, which the maître d’ makes clear with a disdainful glance that somehow manages to encompass both the oversized blazer Robin is wearing and the wrinkles Nancy couldn’t quite manage to steam out of her dress by hanging it up in the shower. But Robin doesn’t seem to care, and so Nancy tries not to feel self-conscious. Nobody knows them here, she reminds herself. They’re here to have a good time, not to make a good impression.

“This place is bonkers,” Robin says once the maître d’ has given them their menus and disappeared. “This is the sort of place you take your wife to apologize after she finds out about your mistress. I’m pretty sure there was a symbol for that in the guidebook, actually.” She opens the wine list and lets out a strangled noise that causes the couple at the next table to look over at her in consternation. “Uh, Nance,” she whispers, “the cheapest wine on the menu costs as much a used car.”

She turns the menu around so Nancy can see, and while Nancy is relieved to see Robin is exaggerating, she’s alarmed to find that the spirit of her assessment is spot on.

Nancy steels herself and shrugs. “It’s our last night,” she says, trying not to notice how the couple at the next table is obviously talking about them. “Let’s live a little.”

“Well,” Robin says with aplomb, “if the boss says I’ve gotta live large, how can I refuse?”

When their waiter shows up, Robin orders the second-cheapest red wine on the menu, and also an order of gougères to start—because, she says, “I know we said we’d try escargot at least once, but I just feel so sorry for the little snails. Imagine being boiled to death in your own home!”

Nancy doesn’t really know anything about wine, short of her mom’s penchant for drinking white wine with ice cubes in the summer, but she’s pretty sure this wine is good. Enough that by the time their main course arrives, she cares less about how nicely everyone else is dressed and doesn’t even bother smothering her laughter at Robin’s terrible jokes.

“Wait, wait,” Robin says, leaning forward conspiratorially. “I take it back. This isn’t the place you take your wife to apologize, it’s the place where tourists go to get engaged. Don’t look now, but that guy at your six o’clock is making his move. He could have at least done it at the Eiffel Tower or something, jeez. I said don’t look!”

Of course, Nancy looks. The guy is down on one knee as he makes an impassioned speech in English. Though the words are indistinct, his flat Midwestern vowels are familiar. It makes Nancy feel acutely embarrassed, like she’s watching somebody bomb a public presentation. The woman he’s proposing to looks like she’s about to burst into tears of joy.

“Oh my god,” Robin whispers gleefully, “did you bring me here to propose to me? Am I going to propose to you? This place is pretty romantic. Maybe you just can’t help it after an hour or so of all this ambiance.” She glances at the flowers at the center of their table, then up at Nancy with a smirk. “Maybe it’s a requirement here, like it’s part of the dress code.”

Nancy rolls her eyes and takes another sip of her wine, trying not to lose the pleasant, generous warmth that’s been sneaking up on her all evening. It’s just that there’s something about these big romantic gestures that puts her on edge. She used to think it was because she was above all that, too evolved to care whether Jonathan brought her chocolates on Valentine’s Day. Later, she wondered if maybe it was because she was always aware somewhere in the back of her mind that the relationships she was in weren’t quite right for her, like maybe she couldn’t love Jonathan or Steve the way she needed to to enjoy those saccharine romantic rituals. But the thing is, she does love Robin in a way that feels right, that takes up her whole her heart instead of just a small, safe part of it. She loves Robin completely, and she still can’t imagine being the one tearfully admiring her new ring as a waiter pours champagne. She knows Robin is joking about them getting married, but some part of her can’t help worrying that someday, further down the line, it’s going to be a problem that Nancy’s version of forever doesn’t include a ring and a white dress.

“Hey,” Robin says softly, and Nancy glances up to see Robin watching her fondly. “You want to get out of here? I’m not sure we can even afford to look at the dessert menu.”

Nancy doesn’t know how Robin does it. She’s much better than she would ever give herself credit for at reading Nancy’s moods, and she always knows just the right thing to puncture her bad attitude. “There’s nothing I would love more.”

They pay their bill and Robin practically drags her out onto the street. “Come on!” Robin cries, and they jog, hand-in-hand, under the golden street lights, even though they’re both a little too full and a little too tipsy to be running. They finally come to a stop on a bridge over the Seine, and the picturesque beauty of the night can’t even be undermined by Robin muttering beside her, “I think I’m going to throw up. Oh, god, if I throw up right now, it’s going to be the most expensive puke I’ve ever had.”

Nancy laughs. She can’t help it. She loves Robin so much—right here, right now, in a way that feels bigger than her body and also only just for her.

“OK,” Robin breathes, straightening up. “I think the worst has passed, no thanks to you. I didn’t take you for the sort who would laugh at someone else’s misery, but here we are.”

“How about I buy you some ice cream to make up for it?” Nancy asks, rolling her eyes.  “I think there’s a cart over there.”

Robin grins. “Oh, god, I love you so much.”

It’s still a thrill to hear her say it like that, out loud on a crowded street. She loops her arm through Robin’s and they cross the bridge arm-in-arm, hips bumping as they walk. Later, when Robin kisses her on a secluded stairway near their hostel, she tastes of sugar and strawberries and Nancy can’t get enough of her.

[arcanadotcom]

𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝟞 𝕒𝕤 𝔻𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤

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(Hi everyone! I came up with these when me and my sister went out for a quick little drive after feeling sick of staying home 😘✌🏻 my driving skills got rusty. smh!)

(This is my first time writing so i’m sorry if they’re all over the place!)

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☆ Asra

owns an old used car from the 90’s that makes you feel nostalgic

it kinda reeks of weed sometimes...

has random shit laying around the back including a blanket because he totally takes naps in the car between his classes

he’s a pretty slow driver (goes 23mph slower than the rest of traffic)

but as soon as he sees a yellow light he FLOORS IT

this lil shit never uses his blinkers...smh!

giggles when people cuss him out. he don’t give a fuck!

will always give you the aux cord because he vibes with whatever. any tunes you like, he likes too 🥰

often misses freeway exits because he’s too busy chatting with you (“wha..? oh haha...anyways!”)

he easily gets distracted with anything really, so you have to remind him to keep his eyes on the road all the time (it’s cute at first...but after a while it’s just annoying)

always offers to pick you up but never asks for gas money (pretends to forget but he just doesn’t care because it’s you and he care you <3)

overall he’s a cautious driver, he just has very erratic speed patterns and takes really shitty turns

★ Julian

has had the same old black car for about 8 years (hates that it’s a stick shift, but he got over it already)

he’s actually quite a responsible driver. doesn’t break transit rules

never got his license though, but it doesn’t really matter (u gotta do what u gotta do)

he never arrives on time, always late (super apologetic about it)

loses parking tickets and misplaces his keys all. the damn. time. so you usually end up carrying them instead

makes a HUGE fuss over your safety. please wear your seatbelt or else he will go bonkers

but at the same time will not hesitate to be your designated getaway driver (if you need to gtfo of somewhere, he will get you the fuck out of there)

he actually has to use glasses because his vision sucks and can’t read road signs. he looks so cute

his car doesn’t have an aux cord outlet, so he has a bunch of cassettes of different kinds of music ( 70’s rock, jazz, some obscure russian band, etc ) lying around. he can’t drive without music!

has a bit of road rage; if he’s with you he’ll mutter curses under his breath trying to keep composure

but when alone he will absolutely yell at people, but his way of doing it is somewhat.....endearing?

will occasionally bump into things, but has never caused any serious damage

has never been pulled over and only gets tickets due to expired parking meters in downtown (somehow manages to talk his way out of them all the time)

he’s had enough experience around the city so he talks to you about places no one really knows about

he will literally take you a random phone booth that is actually the entrance to a secret undergroung café that looks like a place where academics would hang out and conspire new literary movements

☆ Nadia

doesn’t drive, she has a chauffeur

but if she did, she would own one of those beautiful, modern, pearly off-white cars.

it’s perfectly clean, well kept and smells great

no food or drinks allowed inside. periodt

you’d probably be afraid of ruining the seat when you first get in. she assures you everything is okay

totally drives around wearing a pair of gloves, headscarf, and gorgeous sunglasses to protect herself from the sun. also because she’s so classy <3

she excels at everything in driving

flawless breaking and parking, but thinks that going around looking for a spot is a waste of time so she’d rather just pay extra for valet parking

her only flaw is that she gets super impatient with how long it takes for a red light to turn green

and she almost never stops for pedestrians

would usually call you to see if you’d like to go shopping with her or just accompany her for some errands (pls go with her she adores having you around 🥺)

doesn’t have a problem with giving you rides, but she’s always busy with a tight schedule, so rides from her are very rare

probably feels bad about it so she’ll send you an uber black instead

★ Muriel

hates going out because it means he has to drive ://

he just wants to get from point A to point B without any issues really

you’ll notice that his car always has a layer of dirt on it since he never really uses it (he doesn’t bother to give it a little wipe before hoping in)

would probably own a normal, practical car that gets the job done and doesn’t need much maintenance. nothing too fancy

.......but i really want to see him with a jeep so i’ll make him own a jeep ☺️

highkey anxious and hyperaware of his surrounding drivers

he looks too tense and grips the wheel hard....tell him to relax pls

if someone tries to pass him, he will absolutely give them a Look through the rear mirror

not one to listen to music (will sometimes turn on the radio but slams it off eventually because it’s annoying)

used to be terribly afraid of highways

mumbles and grumbles about how dangerous and stupid it is to carelessly swerve lanes just to go fast and look cool

☆ Portia

drives all the time so she’s definitely the most experienced on the road

owns a cute convertible beetle that she takes care of and loves very much ❤️ (has so many cute ass bumper stickers)

will not hesitate to change the tires on her own if needed

music is always loud and top is down most of the time

she’s got anything you might need in her glove box (hand cream? tissues? sanitizer? pocket knife? she has it yes ma’am)

when she’s by herself, laws simply do not exist

lowkey a threat to society. get her off

she goes so fucking fast like she zooms💨 down the road (mainly because she’s always on a hurry)

basically breaks whatever law she wants but once she spots a cop, citizen of the year

ohh but if you and/or anyone else is with her, it’s a whole different story

she drives carefully and slows down, would hate to put your safety at risk (same as julian)

road trips with her are THE BEST. going on drives with her always feel like a scene from a coming of age film 💕✨🧚‍♀️

★ Lucio

not necessarily an irresponsible driver, he’s just reckless and obnoxious

owns a restored, fancy vintage car that’s either red or white (his license plate is personalized, bedazzled and borderline opulent). genuinely proud of it

revs the engine just to piss people off

is always willing and able to be there for you if you need him

when he’s there to pick you up, he will absolutely make a scene for you to notice him. simply giving you a call is out of the equation!

the backseats are full of white hair...you know he brings his adored babies everywhere he goes

blasts music at an ASTRONOMICAL VOLUME and he just sits there like 🤪✌🏻🎶🕺🏼

but believe it or not, his music taste is actually really good....it slaps. so it’s okay

likes to drive fast (“oh you want to see some speed? i’ll show you some real speed”)

cannot stand traffic and slow drivers make him go batshit crazy

honks at everyone for everything but gets offended if they honk back >:(

you’ll still see him at the red light despite him doing 84 lane changes

tells you he LOVES the attention he gets because of the car, but then feels super self conscious if people stare too much or too long......although he will never admit it

this guy loves to gossip with you and likes to make fun of random pedestrians... you gotta admit he makes you snicker quite a bit. who am i kidding he’s funny as fuck of course you’re gonna laugh

doesn’t slow down for speed bumps, will blow quick kisses at the little fake cameras on top of the traffic lights, and has definitely scratched the lower sides of his car on curves more than once (*frantic wheel stirring* “not my fault not my fault!!”)

this man’s biggest struggle is parking. he cannot park for shit (secretly embarrassed about it)

it takes FOREVER for him to parallel park. might as well snooze while he’s at it

genuinely tries his best, going as far as to do the “arm behind the seat to look back” move (he wants to impress you dammit!!), but gets frustrated and gives up

so most of the time he ends up taking two spots despite trying so hard not to

gets tickets all the time (“now they’re ganging up against me! and for what?? what the fuck did i do!!”)

cannot comprehend street signs (“lucio you will get a $650 fine” “darling wdym?? it costs $650 to park here”)

going on a drive with him can be stressful and a bit crazy, but it’s always entertaining and you get the best stories to tell

[arigathanksgozaimuch]

12 + 32 with mark (lee) pls 💖💖 i love your writing!!!

12. “Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”32. “It looks good on you.”

Double-checking your outfit in front of the mirror, youcould almost imagine your tutor clucking his tongue in disapproval at yourclothes. They aren’t bad, you think – just that the jeans and short-sleevedshirt were a 360-degree turn from your usual outfits consisting of tailored knee-length pencil skirts andneatly pressed long-sleeved blouses.

You swear that if your tutor had a motto, it would be“No nagging, bragging, sweating, fretting, slipping, tripping, slurping,burping, twittering or frittering allowed,” because of the number of timeshe has to tell it to you each day. It might as well be written on hisgravestone. Not that you wanted him to die, of course. You understand wherehe’s coming from – if you were a tutor to the only princess of your kingdom like he was, you would be that strict with rules, too.

Tonight is different, however. Tonight, you are going tobreak them. And tonight, no one can dare stop you. Not even the crowned princeof your neighboring kingdom.

“You what?”Mark asked the day you told him the news. You were both quietly enjoying tea bythe Olympic-sized pool at your house.

“You heard me.”

"But why?”

“Because I don’t want another charity event!” youspat at a louder tone than usual. When he doesn’t reply, you frowned. “I’msorry I sound selfish, but really, all I’ve ever done for my birthdays werethrow charity events here, arrange golf tournaments there, organize polomatches everywhere… I’ve never done anything for myself on mybirthday.”

Mark traced the rim of his teacup with the pad of his littlefinger as if he were mulling over the thought. “And your parents said…?”

“That it was okay.”

When he threw you an incredulous look, you explainedfurther. “Okay, they didn’t agree to it, at first, but I was able toconvince them in the end.”

The look on his face didn’t change. “Why do I feel likethere’s something you’re not telling me?”

You reached for his hand and gave it a firm squeeze as yourface spread out into the biggest grin you could muster. “They agreedbecause I told them you’re going with me.”

If Mark thought that the idea that you would be spendingyour birthday outside the palace and on the streets of your kingdom was crazybefore, he is absolutely convinced it’s bonkers now.

“You what?!”

“Oh come on, it wouldn’t be that bad!”

“No,” hesaid, beginning to stand up from his seat. “Just take one of the guardswith you.”

“Come on, please?” you pleaded. “Do youreally want to miss my birthday just because you don’t like mingling with yourso-called ‘commoners’?”

Mark frowned. It’s not that he didn’t like your kingdom, because he does. It’s just that he doesn’t like being the center of attention on the streets just because he’s the prince and he’s outside and he’s the prince. 

He also didn’t like it when you guilt-trip him intothings you want him to do, but since it’s true that you haven’t really celebrated your birthday for yourself these past few years, maybe, maybe he was willing to let you win.

Which brings you to the borders between yours and Mark’srespective kingdoms. Technically, youare the one inviting him out, so like the mannerly princess you are, you pickhim up at his palace. Ignoring the surprised looks his servants give you, youmake your way to his quarters and give the door a gentle knock.

While waiting, you take a good look around the halls. It hasbeen quite a while since you’ve been in his palace, because most of the time,it’s Mark who comes over to yours. Near the doors to his room are portraits ofhim with his parents when he was five, of him learning how to ride a horse, andof him by himself, standing proudly as he is clad in armor from head to toe.You remember teasing him while his portrait was being taken, laughing as eachstep he took sounded similar to the sound a horse’s hooves make.

“What’s so funny?”

Too engrossed and entertained in your observation, you don’tnotice how aforementioned boy is already behind you. You shake your headquickly, pursing your lips to keep yourself from teasing Mark about hispaintings. Instead, you scan him from head to toe, and suddenly it’s hard foryou to believe that the boy in front of you is the same boy you called Mr. TinMan from the Wizard of Oz because of his full body armor.

“What?” he asks again.

“It looks good onyou,” you say sincerely, despite the slight mocking tone in yourvoice. “What do you call it again, 'commoner fashion’?”

Mark gazes down at what he’s wearing, and you’re surprisedto see what seems like a tint of pink on his cheeks. “Does it lookbad?” he asks, suddenly self-conscious.

“No!” you quickly defend, hurrying to his side topat the collar of his black leather jacket in place. Knowing Mark, you’re surehe has first Googled the latest trends before asking his butler to get them forhim. You must admit, however, that he indeed looks good in a jacket, shirt, andjeans – a style that easily mirrored what you were wearing now. “Although there is something missing.”

Before he can react, you’re already fussing with his face byrubbing your hands on either of his cheeks. “Stiff upper lip and arch yourback?” you remark, causing the prince to smile and loosen up his tenseshoulders. You let go once you see him lighten up and smile back at him. Markdoes tend to forget that he’s allowed to have fun sometimes.

Ever the gentleman, he holds his left arm out for you tograb onto as he leads you down the staircase and towards the palace doors. Theservants almost panic at the sight of the two of you going out without guards,but Mark assures them not to worry.

Before you two can completely exit the palace and go outinto the streets that were waiting to be explored by the both of you, Markslips his arm out of your grip quickly.

“Why– what’s wrong?” you ask, worried.

“Take my jacket.It’s cold outside,” he says, thrusting the black garment towards youand not moving an inch until he sees you slip your arms into the sleeves.

Once he’s content, he leads the way out, not missing the wayyour eyes sparkle at the sight of the street lights. You haven’t even reachedthe town proper yet, but the giddy look in your eyes endeared Mark so much hecouldn’t fight the urge to give your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Happy birthday, princess.”

Yes, those were lyrics from Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper soundtrack.

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