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"Hey," Robin said conspiratorially, looking down at Nancy. Another flashback. They hadn't been this close since the Upside Down, she thought. She didn't miss that, but she kind of missed this. "You want to get out of here?"
"Um, excuse me?" Nancy laughed, blushing, and Robin immediately regretted speaking, which was not an unfamiliar feeling for her. Just clumsy, every which way.
"No! I just meant, you know, like 'Let's blow this popsicle stand,'" Robin said, gesturing in a way incomprehensible even to her.
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a 5+1 except it's a 3+1 on account of I do what I want
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Nancy Wheeler always got what she wanted, and it was never what she really wanted.
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She should have changed out the tires on the wagon. She should have borrowed a truck from Hopper. She should have known better than to trust that the Indianapolis weather report of light flurries with accumulation of less than one inch in most areas would be at all accurate in Hawkins, where gravity didn't even always work in the same direction.
It was dangerous, and she should have turned back, probably, a while ago.
But she hadn't, because Robin was right, it was pretty. It was downright idyllic almost, assault weapons aside, pulling up to Robin's house with the snow clean and smooth over her yard, Christmas lights twinkling. Robin's rosy cheeks and nose, snowflakes in her eyelashes as she got into the car.
It was pretty. And Nancy was stupid.
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21 Dec 2025
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Nancy heard a rustling from down in the hole, a panicked animal kind of movement. She stopped in her tracks, kept her gun up steady.
The noise stopped as suddenly as it started. There was a pause. All Nancy heard was her own deep breathing, the gentle wind, and some scattered birdsong that told her this thing probably wasn't a predator, whatever it was. And then the quiet broke.
"Stay back!" A woman's voice, raspy and dry. Nancy was thirsty at the sound of it. "I'm armed! You don't want to mess with me, I'm- Shit."
"I'm armed too," Nancy said, her voice calmer now, modulated, despite the pounding of her heart in her throat. "And you're stuck in a hole. I can leave you to it if you want, or I can throw a grenade down there to keep you company. Or you can put your hands up and maybe we can talk like civilized people. Your choice."
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Or: the Ronance TLOU Bill & Frank AU nobody asked for but my brain insisted on writing anywaySeries
- Part 1 of You Are My Home
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19 Dec 2025
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Robin's apartment was smaller even than Nancy and Jonathan's had been. The kitchen was just a corner of the living room, and the living room was just a couch and a coffee table and a TV on a TV stand. But it was warm, and the light was warm, and Robin was warm when she pulled Nancy into a clumsy hug, seemingly unaware or just unconcerned about Nancy's own unfamiliarity with the gesture, the closeness, the warmth.
Nancy had spent five years in the Southern California sun, but she had forgotten what actual warmth felt like
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