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prison comedy, told out of order and out of line.
lexa has the worst prison id number ever, raven needs to expand her vocabulary, clarke can't mop, and putting octavia behind the kitchen line is tantamount to reckless endangerment.
complete.
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She’d like to tell herself that she and Nancy would still be friends if not for the weird, supernatural trauma bond, but it had only been a little over a year ago when she had sat on the grimy bathroom floor with Steve and called the girl standing across from her a priss. It wasn’t a completely inaccurate judgment of Nancy. She was still the same short, sparrow-like girl from high school who wore pearl earrings and dusted her cheeks with pink powder. The only difference was now Robin knew what a sawed-off shotgun looked like clenched in those capable, manicured hands.
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robin and nancy get themselves into A Situation at a very normal sleepover and certain things occur! (accidental consumption of edibles, trauma bonding, gay tension and gay staring with a side of domesticity)Bookmarked by jmrdidafin707
31 Dec 2025
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holy shit this fic made me emotionally leap out of bed and run around my room. aaa
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In which Hawkins is desperate for some entertainment after the tragic loss of the Starcourt mall, which lands Robin her latest gig as a radio host. When a mysterious caller repeatedly calls in during her magic eight-ball advice segment, things get just a little more interesting than expected.
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29 Dec 2025
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AAA so cute and i LOVE this premise, rockin robin and down-bad nancy i'm so obsessed
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Robin has a moment of confusion when she thinks she might have forgotten that it’s Halloween before she realises that the person standing before her —with eyes that look like all the graves have opened — is, in fact, Nancy Wheeler.
“Good lord Nancy,” she says without thinking, “you look terrible!”
“Hello Robin,” says Nancy, as though Robin is the last person in the whole world she wants to see.
—With her freshly minted double-first in modern languages from Oxford, Robin Buckley has her own plans for how she’s going to serve her country in wartime and none of them involve rotting in the rural backwater that is Hawkins-on-Lea.
These plans are scuppered when her very best friend Steve Harrington does something stupid and enlists, leaving her in charge of his farm. It’s all going about as well as can be expected when Nancy Wheeler turns up on the doorstep in the middle of the night, fresh from the fight: a little battered, a little broken and needing some help to put herself back together.
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The One Where Nancy and Robin Settle Down and Raise a Family Without Realising That's What They're Doing.
Bookmarked by jmrdidafin707
29 Dec 2025
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AMAZING fic (lowkey forgot to bookmark this somehow) but omg it's incredible, the characterization is so good and the story is cozy and damn sad too, overall spectacular read :))
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“Is Robin gay?”
Eddie gives Nancy a long, appraising look and it’s like his brown eyes are boring right through her.
“The question is Wheeler,” he says, “are you?”
“I don’t know,” she admits, and bursts into tears.—
It’s Robin, not Nancy, who needs a leg-up into the Upside Down, which leaves Nancy holding a foot clad in a red Converse sneaker at eye level, reading some graffiti which leaves her with some questions.
When the battle’s over she goes looking for answers.