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Nancy leaned in, voice low under the pulse of the song. “Robin Buckley,” she said, slow and deliberate, “you’re hired.”
Robin froze. Her face lit with equal parts delight and terror, like she’d just realized she was about to be recruited into something insane.
“Okay,” she whispered, reverent. “But you have to tell me what I'm being hired for before I go back on air and accidentally announce it to all of Indiana.”
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Nancy Wheeler has exactly three goals: survive senior year, graduate with her future intact, and avoid getting dragged back into the kind of relationship drama she’s already chosen to walk away from.
Unfortunately, Jonathan wants closure. Steve keeps showing up. And neither of them seems to understand that no is a complete sentence.
Hiring Robin as a professional buffer is supposed to be a practical solution. Nothing more than a clean exit strategy.
It becomes something else entirely.
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23 Feb 2026
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Robin feels a tug in her chest, a soft and fond sort of thing, and she thinks that it would be quite dangerous to fall for Nancy, but the feeling settles over Robin all the same and it's not an all-consuming sort of thing, really.
Rather, it's gentle in nature, winds its way around her consciousness until she realizes, sitting here in the musty, cluttered little sound booth of the radio station, that she could fall in love with Nancy Wheeler.
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OR: post-canon compliant ronance slow burn friends to lovers aided by robin’s weird uncle’s basement, a trip to the guggenheim, and a radio station i did zero research on the inner workings of
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02 Feb 2026
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On the occasion of her daughter's wedding, Carol reflects on the years that came before.
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23 Jan 2026
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Rindy Aird, growing up.
Every morning, Rindy finds herself peering critically at her reflection in the mirror, as if searching for something. The soft curve of her mother’s lips, perhaps. The sharp of her cheekbones. Under the morning light her mother’s golden curls might glow a soft orange, but Rindy’s hair has always remained an unimpressive shade of dirty blonde. ‘You look like her around the eyes,’ is what Aunt Therese tells her. Some days Rindy believes her; other days she thinks it is nothing more than a trick of the light.
But a woman who gave up her life of dazzling normalcy and chose, instead, to be unutterably herself -- such a woman would have more to show than just, say, full lips and sharp cheekbones. And it is her silent courage and quiet self-possession that Rindy wants, above all else, to emulate.
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23 Jan 2026
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One manicured hand let the phone receiver down, the other got lost in the process of pushing back blonde curls.
"Rindy is coming tomorrow. Here."Bookmarked by Bgl0092
22 Jan 2026