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morganski-19 · 7 months

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With a Comma After Dearest Part 1

A Ronance Note Passing Au

Robin’s tired. So goddamn tired. Like the soul was physically sucked out of her body and all that was left was this mess of a blob that she had to carry around all day tired. She hates it. Hates the feeling of just getting through the day just to go home and try to sleep, but never succeeds.

It hasn’t been this bad in a while. Not since July. But at least then she had more of an excuse. Then she was taken by Russians and tortured, heard Steve’s screams through the long hallway of the bunker. Now, what does she have to say? She willingly jumped into an alternate dimension portal to save her friend and willingly went back again to kill an evil wizard. She didn’t see the visions her friends did, didn’t watch her friends almost die. No, she came out unscathed, just mild horrors to be seen. The sleepless night shouldn’t be happening.

But they are. Have been ever since that first night after spring break. Waking in a cold sweat, immediately calling her friends to know that they were ok. Resigning herself to only getting the amount of sleep she did or sneaking out her window to go to Steve’s. That way when one of them had a nightmare, they might actually be able to sleep after that. She can’t rely on him as much as she wants, especially if she wants him to have any semblance of a life. But she just can’t help it.

He’s never said anything about it, always willing to drop anything to come make sure she was ok. Not like he was doing anything either, just laying alone in that giant house of his. But now that Eddie’s been released from the hospital, they’ve been spending more time together, Steve helping him through the nightmares. And she sees the way they look at each other, she knows that something’s going to happen between them too, even if they can’t see it yet.

So she has to learn how to do things on her own sometimes. She can still rely on him if she needs it, he isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He just might need some space and nights alone, meaning that Robin would have to start being alone. If only that thought alone didn’t terrify her.

She walks into the bathroom and is met with the giant bags under her eyes. Barely having the energy to even get dressed in the morning, it’s not like she has the energy to cover them up. Her mom asks her questions, and her dad gets worried. All she could tell them were lies, that it was just nerves about some test or college applications, and that’s why she couldn’t sleep. She splashes some cold water on her face, trying anything to keep her awake for three more periods.

Slowly she makes her way to her next class and prays that she won’t fall asleep.

. . .

Nancy is walking to her next class when she spots Robin. Hunched over, clutching books close to her chest, and shuffling into the classroom. She looks like she hasn’t gotten any sleep at all, Nancy knows the feelings. It’s not like she’s been able to sleep that well the last few weeks. She’s just had four years of practice to make sure no one knew it was happening. It would go away soon, she knows. Slowly compartmentalizing in her mind until the memories fade away, only to haunt her again when she doesn’t want them to.

But Robin, she’s still new to this. Sure there was the summer, but that was only once. It took Nancy three times around to be able to train her mind to forget the images that plagued her mind. And even then it wasn’t perfect.

There were always people that Nancy could rely on though. Steve and Jonathan when she was dating them, and sometimes even Mike when they both needed someone to talk to. Someone was always there to help her fall back asleep, assure her that she was safe, and that they were okay.

Does Robin have anyone to do that? Nancy assumes she has Steve, but it’s not like they live that close. And they’re not dating, so it’s not like they would spend that many nights together. She can’t imagine what Robin would do, climb out her window and bike all the way to Steve’s, or call him and he then drive over to her. Time spent in panic when someone could already be there to calm her down.

Nancy wants to be there for Robin. They live a lot closer and could have sleepovers on nights when one of them just needed someone to help get them through the night. But she hasn’t had time.

Ever since the “earthquake” the school paper has had endless stories. Student testimonials and memorials. News about the repairs and charity drives. A constant reminder of what they didn’t stop quite in time.

Because of that, Nancy hasn’t had time to think about herself, let alone someone else. The stories are slowing down and life is returning to normal. Meaning that she should be too, or at least trying to. That way she could focus on her future and get through the rest of the year. Finally leave Hawkins behind and start the next part of her life, away from danger.

After the bell rings, Nancy sees Robin again, half asleep wandering through the halls. She wants to go up to her, ask her if she’s alright. If maybe she wants to come over after school and take a nap knowing that someone is there to protect her. It’s what Nancy would want Robin to do, so why can’t she do it herself?

Maybe it’s because she and Robin don’t know each other that well. They hung out a lot during spring break, but how much can you really learn about a person while saving the world? That doesn’t stop her from wanting to get to know her more. Somewhere along the line, she and Robin bonded. Maybe Nancy could have a best friend again, she just has to take the first step.

Robin stops, exchanging a book in her locker before walking through the hall again. Nancy tries to speed up and catch her, but she misses her in seconds. Looking at the locker at her right, she gets an idea. Ripping out a page of her notebook, she writes a note and pushes it through the slits of the locker, hoping that Robin responds.

. . .

Robin,

Hey, I just wanted to check up on you. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to hang out that much, I’ve been really busy with the newspaper. We have so many stories to write about the “earthquake” that I’ve been working overtime just to get all of them edited. Really it’s so annoying, especially since we know what happened. I just want to go back to writing stories about the mystery meat, as much as it pains me to say that.

But anyway. I really did just want to check up on you. Our schedules don’t really align that much but when I pass you in those halls, you look so alone. Not to say that you don’t have friends or anything. But I know that feeling of just wanting to isolate yourself after what happens, and I know you have Steve to help deal with all of this but, I guess I just wanted to make sure that you knew you could talk to me too.

I’ll leave my number on the bottom in case you don’t have it. Please feel free to call me anytime, really. I want to be there for you.

From,

Nancy

(P.S., my locker number is A350 if you want to respond. No pressure though!)

Robin reads the letter that fell out of her locker again, shocked that it isn’t some prank. The first thought that crossed her mind was that it was some jock who just wanted to poke fun at the band geek who looked like shit. Not like it’s unheard of.

However, when she opened the letter and read it, she smiled instead of balling it up and throwing it away. It’s the first time she’s heard from Nancy in weeks. Ever since school started up again, Robin would see her running through the halls from class to class, and then right to the newspaper room during lunch and after school. She thought that Nancy had forgotten about her, but she was wrong.

The last bell rings for the day and Robin curses under her breath, stuffing her bag full of books before booking it to the parking lot, Steve waiting for her like always.

“No offense, but you look like shit,” he says as she slides into the passenger seat.

“How anyone fell for your charm, I will never know.”

He pulls out of the parking lot. “Eh, after school doesn’t really work all that much anymore. But uh- seriously. Have you been sleeping?”

Robin yawns. “I’m fine.”

“That’s not what I asked. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks. I’m worried about you, you haven’t called that much and you can barely walk to the car when I pick you up. I just- I just want you to know that I’m still here, if you need to talk about it, that’s all.”

“I know. I just didn’t want you to come over as much and I can’t keep biking to your place in the middle of the night.”

Steve turns, taking the longer way to her house as he does every day so they can talk more. “Then call me, we can just fall asleep on the phone like we used to.”

“Aren’t you a little preoccupied now,” She switches the conversation, getting the spotlight off of her.

“The hell does that mean?”

“I mean that you and Eddie have been spending a lot of nights together.”

He pauses, not immediately biting back. “He’s been having a tough time with everything ok, that’s it.”

Robin hums disbelievingly. “Uh huh, sure. Let me know when that changes.”

She digs through her backpack to find her water bottle and stumbles upon the note Nancy left in her locker. If she had another five minutes, she would have responded. Pulling it out, she looks at it, reading through the words again.

“What’s that?” Steve asks as he turns down her street.

“Nancy left me a note in my locker, checking in on me.”

He parks in front of her house. “That’s nice. You going to respond?”

“I think so. It’d be nice to have someone else to talk about all of this, you know.”

“Yeah I know,” he nods. “Call me, ok. Don’t just think you have to go through this alone. No matter what, you still have me, ok.”

Robin nods. “Yeah, I know. And I will. Promise.”

When she gets to her room, she basically falls on her bed, debating if she should take a nap. But it might be the only sleep she gets tonight, so it’d be best to do it later. Looking at the letter in her hand again, she decides to write a response.

. . .

Dear Nancy,

How thoughtful of you to check up on little ole me. I should be the one checking up on you. So how dare you getting to it first.

In all seriousness though, I’ve been ok, I guess. I haven’t really been sleeping, which is why I look like complete shit all the time. But it’ll go away soon. I hope at least. Steve has been spending a lot of time helping Eddie out, so I haven’t been able to lean on him as much as I did after the summer. It’s been kind of weird going through this sort of alone. But I guess I’m not anymore, 'cause I have you.

I figured you were busy with the newspaper. I would see you running through the halls right past me, not even saying a quick hello. I don’t blame you for missing me, not like I was trying to stand out anyway. We should hang out, sometimes. If you have time, that is. I don’t really have a lot of friends, especially those who I can talk to about this. What I’m trying to say is that it would be nice, I think.

So uh, here’s my number in case you don’t have it. We’re the only Buckley’s in town though so if you need to, we’re in the book.

Your friend,

Robin

(P.S. Also, thought it would be funny to greet and sign these letters as they would back then. You know, for laughs and shit.)

(P.P.S I know you already have my locker number, but it’s B102 if you forgot)

Nancy smiles as she reads the letter, immediately pulling out a piece of paper and writing a response.

I will start a tag list if anyone is interested. This will be multiple parts, I'm thinking somewhere between 5-10.

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #note passing au #background steddie #steve harrington #mentioned eddie munson #with a comma after dearest fic #part 1 #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #ronance fanfic #getting together #pining #note passing #post season 4

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freakystrashdump · 11 months

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I'm re-reading your fanfic and noticed an amazing detail! In the third chapter, as soon as Belos hears the name of Selena, he begins looking for something. BECAUSE HE FINALLY FOUND HER AFTER LONG CENTURIES OF SEARCHING! I think that when Selena travels back in time, she will mistakenly tell Phillip her real name.

OH HO HO

IS THAT SO?

I get it. I finally get it. I get that exhilarating writer feeling when people start picking up on what I am slowly cooking!!!

Wonder what it could mean if Selena gave her actual name instead of going incognito like her traveling compatriots. Maybe she wasn't with them when they came up with fake names? Who knows, who knows.

#seeing people go full on elizabeth Schuyler as they read my fic is making me so giddy #/it changed the meaning did you intend this one stroke and you've consumed my waking days/#/my dearest angelica with a comma after dearest/#yes. yes i did intend this. huehueheue #as much as the Hettie fiasco was accidental this was very much a planed execution on my part #the oracle bakery #magical ask of freaky

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thegoldenavenger · 3 months

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Would give so much for a PIDW / SVSSS concept tape... just like... the A is PIDW mix between grunge and ballads all about sorrow and hunger and revenge and then you flip to the B side and one of the singers has definitely been replaced but is doing their best to sing the same intro songs with some minor changes (phrases and exactly how it's sung of course)

(would be extremely funny to have sqq's replacement to stop mid [extremely dramatic lyrics about cycles of revenge] and be like "yikes" under his breath but Audible and other Funny gags like the intro of a song having to go over twice until sqq's replacement goes "oh!" and starts singing. Pre or post song chatter but it's sqq being like "haha you want me to sing what?") until eventually the track list changes too and it becomes a tragicomedy / love song album

Absolutely hilarious if it played out like the [gunshot: another instrument is silenced] meme but practically I think the last song sqq's singer is in should have his voice cut off mid-lyric in like a display of emotion except he does Not show up again until his replacement on the b-side. (Although with how many deaths are in pidw you could get away with a similar style since I'm assuming all the characters get leitmotifs or instrument associations! So when one of them dies that just does Not Show Up Again)

The A side you get to hear lbh's singer go from bright-voiced optimism to deep, seductive and filled with anger (he's out here chanting like slipknot "cut, cut, cut me up, fuck, fuck, fuck me up" and on the B-side he just starts singing about pining love and moonlight like, halfway through. He still has the vocal evolution but like in a different direction. It would be SO Funny.

(I don't think lqg would have vocals but whatever instrument he's associated with would play up with new sqq's vocals all the time on the B Side. Just like. Dueting. Insistently. Ahh it'd be hilarious if sqq's voice like gets a little drowned out so he just stops and lbh's voice (and leitmotif honestly) barges through the track and drowns out lqg's instrument before fading out with all instrumentals except for sqq's quiet little leitmotif before sqq makes a startled noise and starts singing again. You can hear this man thinking omg wtf yikes while he sings hahhhh)

#misc #svsss #concept tape #it would be soooo funny #pidw being an album exploring cycles of revenge and slightly misogynistic power fantasy #svsss turning into decidedly NOT that sqq being like 'okay im done singing about subjugating the masses!'#sqq pre song: ahh isnt this too sad?? shouldnt the povs of this song get along?#lbh pre song: what?#sqq: sings about how much fun they are having #lbh: did you know that you wrote 'my dearest angelica' with a comma after dearest #lbh [crying]: my dearest [gasp] angelica!!!!!!!#sqq: will you promise not to tell another cole that you slaw

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sydney-carton-of-sour-milk · 1 year

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If ATOTC was remade today, who would you cast? (I have ideas but I want to hear yours)

Ahhh see this is tricky for me because I have a trick answer:

I really really would prefer a remake be animated!

I won’t get into a long description as to why (that’s for another post someday), but I do genuinely think a well-executed animated miniseries adaptation would be ideal for the story.

To be fair this is in some small part because I am very jaded by not only all the A Tale of Two Cities adaptations I’ve seen but also a lot of the recent historical dramas/book adaptations I’ve seen…so I’m wary of what the quality of a modern live-action adaptation would be because the things that a lot of those directors tend to care about in adaptations are not the things that I care about, e.g. they often smooth and flatten nuanced and “unique” characterization in favor of conventional broad character dynamics, especially romantic ones😣

So I know this is a bit of a cheap answer, but I do genuinely have no person to offer for any of the parts because I actively dislike the idea of live-action actors playing any of them😅 I’m like Miss Pross trying find a proper suitor for her Ladybird, I’m standing here with my arms crossed saying “well nobody is right for it!!”

Basically, short answer: I just taught myself to draw them how I picture them instead😂

#A Tale of Two Cities #AToTC #ask #comma-after-dearest #but for real it’s been ten years in December since I first read the book #and I’ve basically never had an answer to this question😭 because it’s true there’s just never anybody I feel would be right for it #to be fair I do have ideas for how their *voices* should sound and I do use some actor refs for that (because you can’t draw voices😔)#but that’s very different from me actually thinking those actors should play the parts as voice actors (I basically never do)#also I know this is coming in pretty late today Whoops!

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pilferingapples · 6 months

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Trick or treat!

#answereds #comma-after-dearest #HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN

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william-austin · 11 months

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thoughts on commas???

well... considering I listen to take a break from hamilton like everyday i'd say commas are important.

#my dearest angelicaaaaa (with the comma after the dearest)#my dearest....#angelicaaaaa #(anyway)#asks

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lxkeee · 3 months

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MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE PART THREE

pairing: Lucifer x fem! reader

fandom: hazbin hotel

genre: fanfiction

notes: Imaoo sorry it took awhileee I'm actually a very busy college student while simultaneously having so much brainrot for this man so... Be patient omfg, I just posted part one a two days ago also, don't mind the warnings too much as it doesn't specifically for this specific chapter but it can be future parts of the story. So yes, hand holding before marriage will happen between Lucifer and [y/n]

warnings: none except hand holding before marriage Imao.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART FOUR

Lucifer paced back and forth in his room, worried. Walking around the large master's bedroom, passing by many piles of rubber ducks he made.

��She should be back by now.” Lucifer murmured to himself, sighing.

His eyes landed on to the framed pictures decorating his walls.

He prayed that Charlie met [y/n] up there, the one angel he trusts. Though, it has been eons since he's last seen her, he wonders if [y/n] changed after all these years, especially after he had fallen from grace.

Did she hate him? Did she miss him like how he misses her?

As he sat on his arm chair, a gold sealed white envelope manifested on top of the coffee table in front of him, pink glittery smoke surrounding the letter.

“...What the...?” Lucifer murmurs, hesitant and cautious, eyeing the envelope. What if it's a trap?

Suddenly his phone buzzed, he immediately checked it to see it was a text message from Charlie.

“I just left a letter on your table, it's from someone you know. I'll tell you everything that happened in heaven but I'll rest for a bit. Love you dad!”

Lucifer smiled though a tad bit worried, he can tell that the meeting didn't go as his daughter hoped. He can only give her time.

Lucifer then now turned his eyes back on the neat envelope, sparkling a little. He turned the letter around to see it was specifically addressed to him, written in an oh so familiar handwriting to him. Unknowingly, just by seeing the handwriting was enough for his eyes to tear up a little.

“[y/n]....” He murmurs, finally opening the letter. Using his sharp nails to scrape off the wax without breaking it or tearing the envelope. Taking out the carefully folded light yellow paper, unfolding it to reveal her letter to him.

My Dearest Lucifer

His cheeks flushed slightly, with a comma after dearest. My Dearest, Lucifer

“Oh [y/n], this will keep me up at night.” Lucifer murmurs with a small dorky smile on his face, his sharp teeth shining against the light, eyes watering.

My Dearest, Lucifer

It has been awhile hasn't it? A couple of eons since we've last seen each other. You have no idea how excited I was when I heard your daughter would be coming here in hell. I made sure to write a letter in advance a day before her arrival. I have a lot to tell you, first and foremost, I truly missed you. You sly man, you really got married without inviting me. How's your time down there? I hope hell is treating you right, I really hope I'll get a chance to see you again. I hope we'll get a proper chance to talk, I want to personally hear you how you've been doing. I hope you'll get the chance to see the good of humans after giving them free will, I promise to find a way for you to leave and visit earth. I am running out of paper to right on but I promise to help your daughter up here and lastly, I want you to remember that I adore you always.

“Sincerely yours, [y/n] [l/n]” Lucifer softly reads out, voice shaking. It felt like he could hear her as he read the letter. The same kind [y/n] who always believed in him. His heart swells knowing that she's still trying to help in any way she can despite their distance. She never stopped believing in him despite him leaving without notice (not that he had the chance to).

“If only you knew how much I adore you too, [y/n]...” Lucifer murmurs softly, his finger tracing the outline of the paper ever so gently.

“I want to see you again, I have so many things to say to you... So many unsaid words I wanted to say... I wanted to tell you that I love...” Lucifer's eyes widened ever so slightly, cheeks turning red. He knows he loves her and he still does but he also loves his ex-wife, Lilith. Does he? Or is he just holding into something that no longer exists as it was something he had for a long time and now it's gone?

Everything in his life changed, Lilith's love for him changed, he changed.

Despite all of this, [y/n] remained unchanging inside his heart. Sure, Lilith held the majority of his heart but now? He is not sure but he is 100% sure [y/n] never left, he still has affections for the angel.

How can he not? She's the only one who believed in him when he was up in heaven? She comforted him whenever the elders said hurtful things to his ideas.

But now...

Her letter gave him a sense of hope that his decision of giving mankind free will might not be useless after all.

Lucifer closes the letter, gently folding it back on how it was folded before he opened it. Bringing the piece of paper to his nose, smelling the faint scent of her perfume. It brought back memories of his time with her in heaven.

“I'll ask Charlie about what happened up there later but for now, I'll take a moment to process this.” He says with a small sigh. Slipping the folded paper back into the envelope.

Lucifer sighs as he gently places the envelope back on his table, walking to his balcony. Eyes staring up into the smoky red skies of hell, devoid of any moon and stars.

He used to stargaze with her when he was still in heaven.

[y/n] was his moon, who shines during his darkest days.

Waving his finger in the air, specks of golden dust flickers out of his fingers. Forming a crescent moon.

Lucifer leans into the railings, eyes staring at the faux moon he created.

“Moon, tell me if I could...” Lucifer softly sang, eyes tired but hopeful. “Send up my heart to you...?” he asked softly, unfortunately no one answered.

A bit of a timeskip....

It has been a few months since Charlie's visit here in heaven and the next extermination is getting closer by the day. Emily and I are still trying to look for ways to help Charlie.

Sera adores Emily, I am sure that she wouldn't get punished. I on the other hand, Sera has been keeping a close eye on me. Criticizing me. Lute being tasked to watch my every move.

“Sera, this is utterly ridiculous! We should give those poor souls a second chance.” [Y/n] says, clenching her fists as she looked at Sera who was sitting on her chair inside the Seraphim office.

“That is enough, [y/n]. You keep this up and you'll end up fallen like Lucifer.” Sera said sternly, eyes glaring at the [y/n]. “You barely managed to escape that fate before, you could've fallen the same time as Lucifer but thankfully your actions weren't as severe as his.”

[y/n] slammed her fists against the table, angel eyes appearing on her wings with fury, “We aren't God, Sera! Who gave you the right to judge those sinners and claim they don't deserve a second chance?” she exclaimed.

Sera stood up from her seat, anger evident on her face. “Don't you dare raise your voice at me! You're on thin ice, [y/n]!”

[y/n] rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over chest, “What are you going to do? Huh? Kick me out of heaven?”

Sera's glare sharpened, patience running thin. “Keep that attitude up and you just might.”

“Lucifer doesn't deserve this treatment! You cursed him to not see the good of people! You cursed the people who have a chance to redeem themselves by taking their life! How does it feel that so much blood is spilled because of your decision?!” [y/n] asked angrily, tears running down her cheeks.

“We have our own souls to protect! This decision wasn't easy to make!” Sera remarked angrily, her wings spread out intimidatingly.

“Protect them from what?! As far as I know, it's only us angels who are a threat to them? If they do something that doesn't fit your standards or the elder's standards they are bound to fall from grace!” [y/n] says mockingly, rage and annoyance evident on both women's eyes.

“That's it, you've crossed the line!”

“You don't want to admit that I am right, angels are such selfish, greedy, and filthy creatures. I cannot believe I am associated with beings whose hands are stained with blood.”

You know, falling doesn't seem so bad.

Strong and harsh winds are blowing against my back, thankfully I still have my wings. It is currently useless, unfortunately. I don't have the energy to flap them to save myself from the approaching pain.

After that argument with Sera, the higher seraphim thought I was already way out of line and disrespectful. I was placed on trial, handcuffed with the type of handcuffs that prevents me from using my angelic powers while it simultaneously sucked the energy out of me.

I was deemed guilty, shameful, and ungrateful and a threat to the order of heaven.

Tossed out of the pearly gates of heaven by none other than Adam, that asshole really grabbed me by the hair.

[y/n] sighs softly, vision blurring. Trying to focus it as she falls from grace. The skies looked so beautiful.

Lucifer would've loved these skies, we've stargazed during the night before. When he was still in heaven with me.

Lucifer, I can see Ursa Major tonight. Someday, I'll bring you back here on the surface and stargaze like we've always do. No matter how many stars are in the sky, you always take my attention. You're like my star, you shine so bright and so pure.

I'll join you in the pits of hell, I hope you didn't forget about me.

I should be happy that I'm finally leaving that god awful place.

Why am I so scared of falling to my demise?

For a moment, I can see a glimpse of how Lucifer felt when he fell from grace.

Terrifying.

[Y/n] closes her eyes as she finally goes past the Earth's crust. Ichor flowing out of her hands from the handcuffs she had to wear.

“I am not allowed to die, I still need to see him.” [y/n] murmurs before eventually crashing into the fiery grounds of hell, she fortunately crashed somewhere where there weren't any people, a wide space of nothing but dead trees, a hotel can be seen in the distance.

Pain, pain shot everywhere her body. She let out a sharp scream of pure pain. Blood spilled everywhere before she eventually passed out.

It didn't matter, the pain didn't matter. She's here now. She'll look for him or Charlie.

She doesn't know Charlie would find her first.

END NOTES: YUHHH THEY'LL SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN IN THE NEXT UPDATEE

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mimimui · 10 months

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comma after dearest (genshin impact)

wherein (character) reacts a certain way to a grammar mistake you made in your letter (or was it?)

includes: kazuha, ayato, thoma, xiao, zhongli, alhaitham, kaveh, scaramouche

tags: a bit unserious writing, fluff, i am obssessed with "it changed the meaning, did you intend this?" forgive me, not proofread

a/n: not sure if anyone's done this before, but take it as my apology for not having written in a while (╥﹏╥) my fever + colds are killing me & i have a lot of scheduled things to do for school aaaa. maybe i can write this with other fandoms as well ? (and character x character ships hehe) .. enjoy !

kazuha notices it immediately. aside from all the work with the fleet, he spends time reading—or rereading—your letters. written messages aren't uncommon when he's at sea, but this letter was different. had you made a mistake with your punctuation? no, it can't be, you've always opened your letters with "my dearest kazuha".

he blinked at the words, now seeing a comma between the word 'dearest' and his name. as much as he was confused, he was flustered. if this wasn't a mistake, and that you intentionally called him your dearest, then it's a shame you can't see how absolutely smitten he is for you right now.

ayato is busy going through papers and folders when he sees an envelope slide under his door. he chuckles as he reads his name in your writing, carefully picking it up and opening it. you have a habit of writing him letters and sliding it under his door while he works, which ayato finds very endearing.

when he reads "my dearest, ayato", his smile only widens more, finding new motivation to finish his assignments for the day so he can get to you as soon as possible. he knows how much effort you put into writing these short, yet loving, letters when he places this one on his (already full of other letters) pinboard.

thoma takes a while to realize, but when he finally notices it, his heart rate increases by a concerning amount. he loves you so much to the point that when he reads "my dearest, thoma", there's hearts in his eyes. thoma's so much happier after reading your letter, and now he's doing everything smiling.

ayaka told him he looks brighter than usual today, and ayato even asked him if he received good news. of course, he was shy about this, but he told the kamisato siblings it was nothing to worry about. though, he continues to do his work with a little bounce in step.

xiao denies it. he thinks he's read it wrong at first, but when he looks over at it again, it is confirmed that you did write him as your dearest. forgetting about the rest of the contents of the letter, xiao began to contemplate. an error like that was unlikely, especially since you're fond of writing.

the next time you meet, he has a hard time trying to bring up the topic. he knows you meant what you wrote, but he wants you to confirm it. when you tell him, "yes, i mean it." he tries to hold back a smile. keyword: tries.

zhongli adores the salutation. or rather, he adores you. he appreciates the sweet, small detail you added in. zhongli hurriedly, yet carefully, writes you a letter back, addressing you as "my dearest, (y/n)" and replying to the contents you had in yours.

he never really indulged in using endearments, but ever since your letter, he's only even been calling you his 'dearest'. when greeting you, when asking for your attention, when talking about you, whenever. zhongli's never said it outloud, but you know he absolutely loves that nickname now.

alhaitham is amused. he thinks you genuinely made a mistake in your letter, but doesn't address it until he returns to sumeru. when you see him again, he brings it up, expecting to be able to playfully taunt you about it. but he was so wrong.

"but you're my dearest. how is that wrong grammar?" you say, turning the situation around and teasing him instead. alhaitham wanted to tease you so much that he didn't bother to think of other possibilities. he's defeated, and all he can say is, "...i have no reply."

kaveh doesn't know how to react to it. should he be flustered, or correcting you for the mistake? was it even a mistake? he does write you a letter back, but best believe he immediately asks you about it as soon as he comes back home. "did you intend this?" he says, showing you your letter.

when you nod your head, all the shyness and blush that should've came in before came in now. kaveh uses the folded letter to cover his smile, but it's too wide and too bright to even try to. when you tease him about it, he strongly denies having his heart race from it.

scaramouche chooses to ignore it. he knows you wrote that punctuation on purpose, but he doesn't want show that he's thinking about it. this ultimately failed when he doesn't write you back, and you knew something was up with him. once he returns and he acts indifferent, you bring it up.

his eyes widen as he looks away, realizing he forgot to reply to that letter. scaramouche hesitates before quietly apologizing, mumbling something about 'my dearest' and 'running out of paper'.

thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

#genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #ayato x reader #thoma x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader #scaramouche x reader

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darling--angst-archived · 9 months

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i’d like to request space song with dazai (specifically pm!dazai) hurt/comfort scenario,, reader comforting dazai during a breakdown or smth :(

Space Song

Pairing: Pm! Dazai x Fem! Reader(platonic)/Mori x 27! Reader

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Comfort/Fluff

Warnings: Long winded commas, Stormbringer spoilers/mentions, Dark Era mentions, Oda's death, mentions of war, mentions of Yosano's backstory, Mori being a bitch, slight yandere Mori mentions, kinda went off topic..

Synopsis: Dazai finally found someone who saw him for who he was and when his dearest friend died, he finds himself finding comfort in her embrace like a child being comforted by his mother.

A/n: Hey.. Please state if you want it to be romantic/platonic.. since you didn't say which one you want, I'll do the latter. Reader is implied to be 27 while Mori is 33. Reader is like a mother to Dazai. I kinda wrote this without thinking so I am so sorry.

Event // Pm. Masterlist // M.Masterlist

Dazai Osamu is the feared Demon Prodigy, the youngest underboss in the history of Port Mafia, the boss' right hand man, a genius; but deep down he was a child. A child misguided to do the wrong deeds, a lonely child used as a tool by others, a child who got affiliated with a mafioso at the age of fourteen, after an attempt in suicide. He was suicidal, a child at his age should be thinking of academics instead of how to end a war with another organization with the least casualties for his own gain. He could not see the purpose in living. Nobody saw him for who he was, it was never Osamu Dazai. Everything changed when he was fifteen, he met someone who gave him a reason to live for, someone who didn't judge him.

"sir, the boss has called you to his office" A black car stopped just beside of where he stood in the street.

"A mailman huh. I guess it really is important for Mori-san" he sighed, entering the back door of the car. It has almost been a year after Mori made him his 'witness' and succeeded as the Port Mafia boss.

The drive was silent, nobody said a word. The mailman was focused on driving and Dazai was looking out the window, observing people and their daily activities.

"We're here" The mailman said before the car stopped.

"mhm" He muttered opening and closing the door shut, and he drove away.

He was very familiar with the building. The five building-like-towers in the heart of Yokohama, the middle one being the tallest of all; where the Port Mafia boss, Mori Ogai lies. He reaches the highest floor and was eventually greeted by the guards, as he arrived he saw the boss and an unfamiliar woman sitting on the boss' desk, reading a document.

"Boss" He cleared his voice making his presence clear as the both of them talked.

"ah.. Dazai-kun" Mori shifted his attention from the woman to him.

"Sit down please" He offered while Dazai walked over to the small chair in the middle of the room. Mori made his his way towards another chair and sat down across him. She took documents on top of the desk after grabbing a brown, vintage briefcase. Making her way towards the door, Mori began explaining to Dazai. The only sound that feel the room was her heels clacking to the tiled floor until Mori finally spoke up.

"As you know Dazai-kun, the previous boss has returned.. based on the information you acquired from investigating Subarachi(?) city, it may have a lead on this 'Arahibaki' and by coincidence it seems that the Sheep King is looking for the so called God of Destruction" He explained.

"and?" He replied, clearly uninterested.

"He's suggesting that you work with Nakahara Chūya, if possible make him join the Mafia" She walked passed them, handing Dazai the documents she read earlier.

"Mhm, and you are?" Dazai asked before reading the documents. She continued to walk towards the door before Mori stopped her by ordering the guards from behind the door.

"Stay. (name)-sama" He smiled while she stopped in her tracks after hearing a pair of guards ruffle through the door.

"Haii.. what do you want now?" She let out a long, exasperated sigh. Ignoring her question, he explained to Dazai who she was.

"Dazai-kun, this is (name)-sama. She was strategist from the Great War" Sighing, she flopped down on a spare chair after he continued to explain about her to the young boy.

"So she knows about you killing the previous boss then?" He asked before glancing at her then to him.

"Yes. Now let's discuss this whole thing and why am I part of this?" She sat up, sending a glare at Mori.

"It was just as I explained earlier. The previous boss returned, Dazai-kun saw him personally so now that we have the Sheep King in our capture, we'll use that to our advantage by making him join the mafia." He gave both of them a closed-eye smile, Dazai put down the document and she gave him an annoyed look.

"That won't work" Both of them sighed in unison.

"Hm?"

"Chūya is too loyal to the Sheep. It's already given after all if he didn't, he would've left them to die long ago. After realizing his own potential, he would join an organization with a high pay; if he didn't have deep ties with them..—" She explained, sitting back down while Dazai listened to her.

"The only reason for him to join us for the Sheep's safety" He followed after hearing her explain.

"—It's not guaranteed he'll be loyal. If he joins the organization for their safety alone, there's a high chance he will destroy the mafia from the inside and save his little herd"

"Wait are you suggesting-?" Dazai's eyes widened realizing what she means.

"Yes.. We have to make them suspicious of him. If they notice they have been too dependent on him, they'll do any means to overthrow him and that's where we go in." She moved the white bishop on the chess board creating an opening for the rook, and continuing the abandoned game.

"After their betrayal, the Mafia comes in and will pretend to wipe out the Sheep. Chūya, after being betrayed will stay to protect them; so he will do a bargain to save them" Dazai moved the black knight, eating the bishop and now he was in advantage in terms of pieces.

"He'll then join the mafia in terms of the bargain" She then proceeded to move her rook from across the board, blocking the king's only path to escape, almost delivering a checkmate until Dazai's queen ate it to make the game a bit longer, but not to escape the inevitable fate.

"however-" Mori sighed but was cut off by her.

"since the main priority is to make sure the previous boss doesn't return so his supporters won't start a revolution.. you have to fix that first or else you'll get tortured, then executed" She glances at Mori before moving her rook to eat Dazai's queen, delivering a back-rank checkmate. Mori was in awe after watching his protegee and ex-lover play chess in sync, as if they were reading each other's minds.

"But won't you get executed too, (name)-san? I mean you knew of how the boss'really died, yet you didn't say anything.. making you, another accomplice" Dazai leaned into his chair, analyzing how he lost.

"I'm not part of the Mafia—" She nonchalantly responded.

"Yet." Mori's voice was full of demands.

"..tch. As I said, no." She stood up from her chair, giving Dazai a small smile before turning back to the door.

"Why?" This time he was more pushy for some reason.

"It's none of your business" She hissed before opening the door and leaving.

"Well isn't she beautiful.." He muttered under his breath while Dazai sat there with a fed up look on his face.

That was their first encounter. The second one was after both of them planned a strategy to defeat Verlaine. Even if Dazai didn't have any encounters with her that didn't involve work, he grew close to her. During their plannings, he was childish but she didn't mind. He felt comfortable with her, as if he could actually show his true self. She didn't try to exploit his intelligence, as she has one of her own, she tried to understand his view of the world, she sees through his emotions but she never used it to take advantage of him.

When she joined the mafia, her position was a strategist, even if she didn't engage in missions, she was valued by the Mafia because she was the one to pull the strings and by she was liked Mori personally. He had an interest in her that Dazai seemed to distinguish as love, one that he thought Mori was not capable off. All those who tried to assassinate her failed, because of Mori's interference and his predictions. Dazai didn't want her to die, not because of how important she was in the organization but because of his own personal reasons. He then became an executive at eighteen and met quite a few people, Sakunosuke Oda and Sakaguchi Ango, whom he calls his friends. Dazai finds himself looking for her again and again, wanting to see her, because of him, Oda, Ango and her became acquainted..

Oda and (name) was on a small talking about the orphans until Ango interrupted.

"I feel like I'm quite the third wheel here you know?"

"My, my.. I never knew you were sad that you were left out Ango-kun" She teased.

"Tch. I never knew you liked kids (name)-san" He tried to switch the topic.

"I feel neutral about them—I don't dislike them nor do I like them... I once met a child in the war, she was there as a nurse since her ability allowed her to heal soldiers... such a precious child—if I remember correctly, her name was Yosano" She faintly smiled at the memory.

"You took part in the war.?" Oda fiddled with his fingers.

"Mhm.. as a strategist..." She responded. Both of them stopped in their tracks before she turned around to face them.

"If she was in the healing section and you were a strategist, how did you meet her?" Ango asked, she halted and her eyes widened a bit before laying her head low.

"My ex-lover was a doctor, he was in charge of the nurses in the war including her. I ended our relationship because of how he treated that little girl and some other reasons... in the end, she was left traumatized.. I don't know what happened to her after it was over" She quietly muttered, remembering the bitter memories of the war.

"I see.. I'm sorry for asking-" He tried to apologize but was cut off but a faint voice screaming her name.

"Y/n-san!"

" hmm.? Dazai-" before she could say anything else, his body crashed with hers as he hugged her.

"I'm quite hurt that you didn't invite me you know!" He pouted before looking at both of them.

"Anyway! Why did you three look so glum-" He tried asking but he was cut off by his phone ringing.

"Oh. It's him. Oii slug what do you want?"

"What do you mean what do I want!? You suicidal waste of bandages! We have a mission remember?!" Chūya screamed through his phone while Dazai listened with a nonchalant expression.

"Yea, yea"

"YOU'RE PROBABLY WITH THAT STUPID STRATEGIST AND YOUR EQUALLY STUPID FRIENDS!" He insulted him while Dazai was quite taken aback. He gasped before he returned the screams.

"OI YOU SLUG! YOU'RE PROBABLY JUST JEALOUS THAT I HAVE FRIENDS AND A MOTHER FIGURE!!!" All of you were quite shocked but Dazai didn't even realize what he was saying.

"I DO HAVE FRIENDS! AND I HAVE ANE-SAN!"

"NO YOU DO NOT! YOU MAY HAVE A MOTHER FIGURE BUT ALL YOUR FRIENDS ARE KILLED BY YOUR HOELESS BROTHER!" He screamed, ending the call before Chūya could repriocate what he said and kill him.

"sorry about that, slug was being extra annoying" he smiled but all of them were still processing what he said earlier

"Dazai.. do you see me as a mother figure.?" She asked, coughing. Her words didn't seem to process in his mind for a second or two.

"Of course not! I only said that to piss him off!" He tried explaining, even though his lie was clearly visible; she didn't bother to inquire any further, not wanting to be nosy.

"Now let's go drink I'm thirsty!" Dazai exclaimed, heading to Lupin while they followed.

That was the last time all of them drank. She was sent away because of an organization called the Mimic appeared, Mori kept her busy for a reason she couldn't hold a grasp on. Soon, Ango betrayed the mafia and Oda died. The reason why Mori kept her busy was so she cannot interfere and warn Dazai, now the Port Mafia has a special abilities permit with the cost of everything that mattered to Dazai. She only found out the last minute, and she hates that she can't do anything about it.

After hearing Oda's last words he was about to leave the abandoned mansion until he met her running. She saw Dazai, standing infront of the ballroom door with his head hung low; when she reached him, he collapsed to the floor into her arms. His head was on the crook of her neck, and her arms was around him, hugging him, slowly patting his head as he struggled to breath.

"Shh... It's okay I'm here" Her voice trembled knowing that the kids along with Oda are dead but she could only focus on the poor child in her arms.

"He's dead... Mori-san used the Mimic to get that black envelope and he-" He explained between hiccups.

"I know" She whispered but her voice cracked.

"What did Oda say.?" She patted his back trying to comfort him but his grip tightened on her.

"He wanted me to save people.. to find a value in life" He bit his lip.

"Then go.." She continued to comfort him but he left her embrace upon hearing her words.

"What.?"

"Don't worry about me.. one day you'll find your reason in living, and you would be happy that you listened to him" She smiled at him as he slowly got up.

"Then how about you?" He tried with every bit of strength he could find to convince her to go with him. She got up too, now facing him directly in the eyes she said:

"You're still young, you would be leaving an environment you are never supposed to be in. And I.. My soul is already bounded to the mafia, if I leave with you he'd do what it takes to get me back"

"But still I-"

"Mafiosos will be here soon... Go to Chief Taneda of the Special Division of the Unusual Powers in a small cheep bar, he'll help you. Don't hesitate to turn your back, go" She quickly explained grabbing him by the shoulders with a tenses expression. His lips parted but he didn't know what to say.

"Just go, I'll meet you again" She gave him a reassuring smiled. Upon seeing her eyes, he nodded.

"Thank you.." He quietly muttered before finally leaving.

A/n: Damn that was hard and cringe.. just so you know I kinda got distracted by music while doing this I apologize... For the person who requested this you can go to the comment section and say if you want me to redo it because I'll gladly do so :)

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Pride & Prejudice AUs

You Look Like A Movie, You Sound Like A Song 2k @jonsastan

She had met Jon Targaryen there. It was a complete accident and at first, Sansa thought, a complete misfortune. He was drenched from an impromptu swim in his pond, and she was flustered, not wanting him to think she was vying for his attention. But as she had attempted to make her hurried escape, he had found her and invited her parents to stroll with him around the gardens. He had offered her kindness, and thoughtfulness, he had talked with her parents, discussed the present state of politics with her father and chatted knowledgeably about gardens with her mother.

A Certain Step Toward Falling in Love 2k by @comma-splice

Jon Snow returns North after departing abruptly one year ago.

The Bennet Sisters - a P&P AU comic by @melinaillustrations

P&P Gifset by @sardoniyx, P&P Gifset by @dcbicki, P&P Gifset by deactivated

Persuasion AUs

Who Loves Longest, Who loves Best 1k by @ladysaruka

After refusing him years ago, Sansa sees her cousin once again.

Persuasion edits one, two , three by @glueck

Mansfield Park AUs

Half Agony, Half Hope 10k, incomplete by @noqueenbutthequeeninthenorth

After the death of his disgraced mother, Jon Snow is taken in by his uncle's family, the Starks of Winterfell. He grows up alongside his cousins, including the beautiful and kind-hearted Sansa, but knowing he can never truly be their equal, he fears he has little choice but to leave the place he's come to call home. corresponding moodboard

Catch Me If You Can 34k (P&P and Emma inspired too) by @ben-barnes-is-my-husband

Set in the countryside of Regency England, Jon Snow has been in love with Sansa Stark for as long as he can remember. He wants her as his wife, but Sansa is not sure she wants to be a wife at all, and she knows she doesn’t want to marry the pragmatic and boring Jon. She’d rather help Theon Greyjoy come out of his shell and play matchmaker. But then Jaime Lannister comes to town and Jon finds he has some serious competition for Sansa…

Moments Like This (So Few and Far Between) 3k by @lydiamartenism

Mama and Papa left the house to go pick up Jon, the son of her father’s oldest friend. Three weeks ago, the phone rang and their parent’s announced that Jon would be coming to live with them since his mother passed away and had no one else to take care of him.

Northanger Abbey AUs

The Lady in White 7k by @kissed-by-circe

Dragonstone Manor had looked like it had woken only a few days earlier, after a slumber of several years, if not decades, and Sansa had felt like the heroine of a gothic novel, a mysterious, naive girl with a dark past or a dark secret, arriving at the opening scene of the most dramatic story of all times. Or Sansa as Katherine Morland in a Jane Eyre Setting.

Sense & Sensibility AUs

In Such Jocund Company 2k @maybetwice

It would be no matter at all for Captain Snow to return to the north after seven months’ absence, had Sansa’s heart not changed entirely in that time. A remix of Colonel Brandon and Marianne Dashwood from Sense and Sensibility.

Emma & Clueless AUs

if i loved you less 2k by @ladystarks

Her father has, often and fondly, told Sansa that she and Mr. Snow bite at each other like wolves, but he hardly understood that their verbal sparring was as exhilarating as a sport well done, or a match coming together under Sansa’s skilled hands. corresponding artwork

Sansa: A NOVEL in Five Parts 15k by @imagineagreatadventure

Sansa Stark, handsome, clever, rich, hopes to establish herself as her town's foremost matchmaker. After seeing her governess Miss Shae married to the rich and clever Mr. Tyrion Lannister, she feels as though she deserves that title. Her dear friend and cousin, Jon Targaryen, heartily disagrees and is quite proven right when Sansa sets her sights on marrying off her newest and dearest friend Jeyne Poole to the vicar Mr. Baelish.

A Baldwin and a Betty 2k

Jon drives to the Valley to give Sansa a ride home.

Emma AU art by @dcvahkiin and Clueless art by wolvesofspring

Emma Gifset by @dcbicki

General Regency AUs

No Notion of Loving by Halves 2k @darkmagyk

The Stark cousin, Jon, goes home to discuss matters concerning the entail on Winterfell. In which Jon is a really good guy, and I flagrantly disregard how entails actually work.

Manners and Misunderstandings 114k, WIP by @x-winging-it

The Stark sisters have travelled all the way to London to begin their first season, leaving behind the familiar world of Winterfell Hall and a disappointed Jon Stark- with whom the eldest Miss Stark has been convinced to break off a connection. In London they join family friends the Baratheons and the fashionable young Tyrells in a world of romance and balls. Meanwhile Gendry Waters has been plucked out of the life he knew to become his ailing father's heir, Robb, Theon and later Rickon embark on military careers in the Napoleonic wars, and their aunt Lysa makes a foolish marriage. When tragedy hits the family, they must come together, learning how manners may hide monsters and the best people are often those misunderstood by society.

You Could Draw Me to the Gallows 2k by @azulaahai

After having eloped from home with and subsequently been abandoned by wealthy heir Joffrey Baratheon, Sansa Stark refuses to come home. Having caused a scandal that is sure to prevent her from ever marrying, she is adamant not to bring further shame to the family name by returning to Winterfell. Until, that is, a visitor comes to her - Jon Snow, an old family friend, determined to bring Sansa with him back north. He has a solution to offer her - a proposal with the potential to change both of their lives.

A Perilous Dance Indeed & fiercely, tenderly and eternally 27k by @amymel86

He should either look away or interrupt this improper little meeting, he knows. For some unfathomable reason, he does neither. The two look far too intimate for Jon’s liking, although he feels he should have come to expect it to be so. A romantic like Sansa – however proper she is – would simply adore overt flirtations and a secret tête-à-tête. Even from where he stands, Jon can see the way in which she has stars set in her eyes like precious cut stones. He only hopes the man for whom they shine is deserving of it. *** Cousin Jon is to inherit Winterfell Manor and its estate after the untimely death of his uncle leaves a widow and two daughters. Sansa is expectant of an imminent proposal from her dear beau, Harrold Hardyng and everything will be absolutely, stunningly, utterly fine.

Waiting for Your Slippered Feet 49k by @wintry-ritu

Lady Sansa Stark has always looked forward to her come-out season in London, the balls, the rides in Hyde Park, evenings at Vauxhall, the romance and wonder of it all. Never had she imagined that it would happen like this, with her parents gone and her younger siblings underfoot. Now, all Sansa wants is for it all to be over quickly so she can get back to Winterfell. She needs a kind, amiable man who will be brave enough to take on his wife's siblings. That should not be so hard to find in London, should it? And while she is most grateful for Jon Targaryen's help, why must her cousin be so distracting?

To Make You Love Me 16k incomplete and orphaned

When Ned Stark dies, he leaves behind his wife, two daughters, and his family’s estate at Winterfell. What follows is a series of unwanted marriage proposals, houseguests who far outstay their welcome, and Arya parading around in a comically large hat and an oil-paint mustache as she declares herself the new ‘Lord of Winterfell,’ in an attempt to dissuade her sister’s suitors. However, when Mr. Jon Snow — their distant cousin and Ned’s appointed heir to the estate — comes to call, an oil-paint mustache is hardly enough to deter him from courting Miss Sansa Stark. And she thinks, perhaps, that a man could marry her for love more than her claim, after all.

Mine for a Season 101k by @vivilove-jonsa

Colonel Jon Targaryen is a single man in possession of a good fortune who claims no interest in finding himself a wife. With his war wounds, he thinks no young lady would want him anyway for anything beyond the allure of his pocketbook. Fortunately and unbeknownst to him, Fate has chosen to find a wife for him and will even deliver her right to his doorstep. Taking on the responsibility of shepherding a young lady about for a Season in London is not at all what Jon had wished to do but he had accepted out of a sense of familial duty. However, once he meets Sansa again after only having met her years ago as a child, he may not consider it a duty so much as a torment.

a lady of winterfell 185k, WIP by @wandering-scavenger

She bit her lip and exhaled shakily, “If you are so sickened by the prospect of marrying me, we should be able to obtain an annulment easily enough with your father’s connections.” “I will do no such thing.” he snapped, refusing to look at her. Sansa had never felt more rejected than she did at that moment. Her past experiences of being humiliated at the hand of Joffrey did not feel as painful as this. Even so, she could not allow him to see the weakness in her, not now. “I will not be left out, Jon.” she said, tilting her chin up to look down at him. He grimaced. They were silent for longer than she cared to count, but each second that he did not speak chipped away at her resolve and her ability to withhold her tears. Jon did not want her, and she could not blame him. Who could ever want her? It should not have distressed her as much as it did. She was never his favourite sister, she who treated him as a stranger since she was old enough to understand what a bastard was. A tear slipped down to her face until she tasted the salt of it on her lips. “If we marry, we will remain so.” corresponding gifset

moth's wings 47k by @cellsshapedlikestars

Sansa was determined to convince her aunt to let Arya debut, which is how she finds herself in her current predicament. “Who is this secret gentleman who has asked for your hand?” Aunt Lysa asks, and Sansa knows from her tone that she does not believe. (She has every right not to believe, for it is not true.) And then Sansa does something very, very foolish. She says a name. “The Duke of Dragonstone!” Or, Sansa fakes an engagement so that Arya can debut and marry the man she loves. The only problem? Her fake fiance just so happens to be in the city when he was not supposed to be.

An Understanding 2k, WIP by @thewolvescalledmehome

At the start of Sansa Stark's third London Season, she decides it will be her last. She will secure a husband by the end of the final ball. Jon Snow is new to the London Season and high society. He never expected to inherit money or property from an unknown uncle. When they meet at a ball, Sansa gets an idea.

you're in my blood like holy wine 72k

Sansa finds it difficult to look at Jon’s face, with its weathered lines and cragginess. It is the face of the North and a face that northerners trust; the face of Sansa’s brothers and her father, who had been loved and respected by their tenants as their forefathers had been when they were kings. How can Sansa feel anything but resentment, looking into that face and knowing that all of her years of hard work will never earn her the respect that that profile engenders within seconds? But she does. It is a small, burning coal of something that must be smothered.

PRE CANON - WESTERN - FAIRYTALES - LITTLE WOMEN - HOLIDAY - SEASON 6 ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - THE GIRL IN GREY - FREE CITIES - FAIRYTALE PART II - POLITICAL MARRIAGE - SALTY TEENS - POST CANON

#jonsa #jonsa fic #regency au #pride and prejudice au #emma au #northanger abbey au #mansfield park au #persuasion au #dot fic list #marriage of convenience au #arranged marriage au

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morganski-19 · 7 months

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With a Comma After Dearest, Part 3

part 1, part 2

Dear Robin,

Sorry the greeting isn’t more fun, I couldn’t think of one. Honestly, I don’t really expect a response from this letter at all. If we were to ignore it after I slide it through your locker, that would be fine by me. I don’t even know if I’ll give it to you, I just need to get this out.

I gave back Jonathan’s things today, in person. The original plan was to just drop it off at his doorstep and try not to see him. It would have been better for both of us if I stuck to that. Then I wouldn’t feel like shit.

Just seeing him again hurts. Not because I regret breaking up with him, but because I regret hurting him. I tried being friendly and he got mad. He asked me if we could just have space between us and maybe after that, we could be friends again. Which is fair, I guess. I was the one who broke it off, it makes sense that he doesn’t want to see me.

It hurts though. I knew that what we had was gone and that I didn’t think it was going to come back. I tried. While he was still here, I tried to rekindle what I felt for him before, but it didn’t work. All I could see him as now was a friend, that is how I loved him. And I didn’t want to string him along if I knew I felt that way. That was the right decision, wasn’t it?

After yesterday, I’m not so sure. He was so hurt. It made me feel so guilty, that I could do that to him. When we got together, we promised each other that we’d never be the ones to hurt each other. That we wouldn’t end up like our parents, we’d be better. But that isn’t how it ended. I broke up with him and left him hurt, which hurt me as well.

It just makes me question if I did the right thing.

Your friend,

Nancy

Robin finishes reading the letter as the first bell rings, carefully folding it up and sliding it in between some folders before sprinting off to class. She wasn’t expecting to get a letter, it was her turn to write one back. But those rules don’t really apply, she guesses.

Nancy’s pain transferred through the letter so easily. Robin could picture her writing it, furrowed brows and pursed lips. Rapid blinking as the tears try to escape, a slight shake of the hand traveling through, making wobbly lines in her cursive. Pulling out the letter again, she sees that one of the edges is wrinkled like it was wet but now dried.

She wished Nancy had called. Wished that she asked Robin to come over and they talked about it in person. It sounded like Nancy needed a person to talk to. A person to hold her while she cries, telling her that it would all be ok. It would be so easy for Robin to do that, just hold Nancy close while running her fingers through her curls. Whisper small assurances through the tears, be the safe space that Nancy needs.

Safe spaces are something that have become few and far between. She knows what it took for Steve to even be able to sleep in his bedroom after the first time around, never really telling her the reason. Saying something like it wasn’t fully his to tell, whatever that means. Dustin had said something about never being able to go down into his basement anymore. Houses have nightmares crawling through the walls and secrets no one dares to whisper. What once was a nice getaway in the woods, is now tainted debris that no one steps near.

Robin’s lucky. Her house, her room, was away from everything. Her first time around was in a building that no longer exists, and she lives right inbetween two of the faults the earthquake created. It stands the same as it has for years, and the safe space remains.

Well, as much as a safe space it can be for a mind that’s so filled with nightmares it barely can fall asleep. In the dark, shadows become monsters about to attack, and lamps become weapons. Or rather, anything that Robin can get her hands on. At least she can have the knowledge that nothing has happened in or remotely near her home. But that knowledge isn’t enough enough to assure her that it can’t ever be.

She wonders what it’s like for Nancy. Someone who keeps her secrets so far underneath her skin, that only those who really know her will ever see them. Even then, Robin’s sure that Nancy buries things and deals with them on her own. Normally that hurts more than it helps. It’s dangerous, going through something like this all alone. The thoughts that come from it can hurt much more than a wound itself. Guilt and fear are powerful tools of destruction.

Robin wants to let Nancy know that she’s safe. That she could keep a secret better than any lock and would be there for her, anytime, pretty much anywhere. Under the laws of her bicycle, that is. She’s a great friend, at least she likes to think so. Especially when people are hurting. A great listener is sometimes all a person needs.

. . .

My friend Nancy

Don’t feel bad about writing this or even giving this to me. It sounded like you needed it. And I’m here, that’s what friends are for, aren’t they?

I was surprised to get your letter this morning, it was kinda my turn to write to you. Beat me to it I guess. Not that I’m mad. It sounded like you needed it more than I did. I just complained about studying for my history test and asked if you had any tips. We probably have the same teacher anyway, we could have studied together. Unless that wouldn’t help you, I don’t even know if it would help me.

Too late for that I guess, I just took it. I’m actually writing this after I handed it in, I had an extra ten minutes. So if you take Mr. Nickel’s history class and you take it after reading this note, it wasn’t that bad. A lot of the questions kinda answered themselves if I’m being honest.

Anyway. I just wanted to let you know that I’m here. For anything really. I wish you had called me after this happened, or invited me over if you were ok with that. I know I can talk a lot, but I’m also a really great listener. I’m here for you, always no matter what. I want to be friends with you Nancy, and not just friends that see each other at school and never talk to each other again. I want to be close and have sleepovers and hour-long phone calls or whatever other shit that comes with being friends.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, call me next time. I want to be there for you, and I hope you do the same.

Your confidant,

Robin

Nancy smiles while reading the letter, feeling warm for some reason. She regretted sliding that letter through the slit of Robin’s locker, but now she’s glad she did. It’s easy to forget what having a friend can mean to you, the amount of warmth that it brings you. The comfort of just being known by someone who’s there for you.

It scares her, to be seen. Sometimes all Nancy wants is to fade away into the background, not be perceived by those around her, and just be. She’s never really been able to do that. Always puts her foot in the door and tries to stand higher than those around her. Making her voice heard even when they tell her to stop. Nancy Wheeler doesn’t just stop, she keeps moving, keeps talking, keeps rising.

Feelings can stop all of that though. They can hold you back to a time you don’t want to be in anymore. They make you weak, reduce you to what everyone thinks you are. If she showed her feelings when she worked at the Hawkins Post, she would be laughed at, ridiculed. If she were to show them now, she would be seen as the emotional girl who just went through a breakup. She’s so much more than what people think, so she learned how to hide her feelings to make herself stronger than those around her.

It’s hard though. Really hard. Sometimes when Nancy’s alone, she just lets it all go. Violently sobs into her pillow, or in the cover of a shower. No one is meant to see Nancy cry because then they would know that she’s not strong.

But Robin sounds like she wants to know. Wants to see all of Nancy without her holding back. Be a real friend, a best friend maybe.

Robin is already so much more than the people who have judged her. She’s already believed her shot-in-the-dark theories and went with her crazy plan to infiltrate a state penitentiary just to interview a supposed madman. And right before the big battle, when Nancy let her fear show just for a second, Robin only encouraged her. No judgment, just assurance that they had this. That Nancy was exactly who she was supposed to be, even in fear.

So maybe she should let Robin in. Call her next time, maybe even invite her over. Let herself be seen, be known. Feel that warmth that only a best friend can provide again. Let herself lower her guard.

. . .

Steve’s late, which is weird. He’s never been late to pick her up. Even when he works while she’s in school, he convinces Keith to give him a split shift so he can pick her up. He didn’t call this morning and tell her that he was busy. And she knows he doesn’t have work today. So where the fuck is he?

Robin sighs and leans up against the wall, resorting to waiting until he shows up. She could call, but if he’s already on his way, it’d be useless. So she’ll just wait, alone.

“Robin?” a soft voice next to her asks. When she turns her head, she finds Nancy, holding a folder to her chest.

“Oh, hey.”

“Hi. Waiting for someone?”

Robin rolls her eyes. “Yes, Steve. Asshole’s late, which is weird because he never is so I guess I should be worried, but knowing him it’s probably for a stupid reason so that just makes me annoyed.”

“Sounds rough,” Nancy laughs.

“This is weird. Seeing you in person, I mean. It’s nice. Not that it’s not nice that we’ve been writing notes. I’ve kinda of been really enjoying it. It’s just weird because I got so used to talking to you through the notes and not in person. We should definitely start talking in person more, that way you don’t become just words in my mind, but like an actual person.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Nancy giggles. “Once I get these tests done, we can hang out.”

“Yes, we should,” Robin gets cut off by a car horn. Steve had pulled up while they were talking. She flips him, yelling, “Now you show up, dingus.”

“I’m only five minutes late!”

“Yeah, five minutes later than normal!”

“I had a good reason!”

She rolls her eyes again. “I’m sure,” she snarks, making Nancy laugh. “I’ll see you later then.”

“Yeah, oh wait.” Nancy opens the folder she was holding and takes out a piece of folded paper. “Here. I meant to give it to you before school ended but I couldn’t make it in time.”

“Thanks, I’ll slide my next letter into your locker tomorrow. No beating me to it this time.”

“What if I have something important to tell you that just can’t wait?” She challenges.

“Then call me,” she smirks as she walks over to Steve’s car, waving to Nancy as she gets in.

“What was that about?” Eddie asks from the backseat, making her jump.

She whips her head around to find him lying in the backseat, hiding from view. “The fuck are you doing? You could have given me a heart attack.”

“Don’t get him started,” Steve sighs as he pulls away from the school.

“One,” Eddie raises a finger into the air. “I’m not cleared to go back to school for another two weeks, so I’ll be damned if they knew I was on campus before then. I’m not thinking about school before I have to. Two, got to scare you, didn't I?”

Robin turns her head back to the front. “You’re insufferable.”

“Tell me about it,” Steve mutters.

“Aww, but you love it, don’t you, Stevie?” Eddie sits up and pokes at Steve’s arm. Robin sees a slight blush spread across Steve’s face, choosing to ignore it.

“Why were you late?”

“Someone’s doctor’s appointment went longer than it should have. Care to explain?”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “You make it sound like it was some big thing.”

“Because it was some big thing,” Steve exclaims.

“You’re mom mode is showing,” Robin snarks, rummaging through the glove compartment for a snack.

Steve sighs. “Would you stop calling it that?”

“Don’t know. That tone with the prepared snacks in the car, seems pretty mom to me.”

“Would you just tell her why you made me late to pick her up,” Steve glares through the rearview.

Eddie dramatically sighs and leans back into the seat with his arms crossed. “Wayne picked up a few shifts to help a coworker out and since we just moved into that new place, there were still some things that needed to be unpacked. So, I tried to pick up a box from the ground that I thought was light, and I ended up pulling a muscle in my side and popping one of my stitches.”

“Eddie,” Robin yells. “That is so dangerous.”

“I thought it was light, ok! I would have unpacked it from the floor if I knew it was heavy.”

“You shouldn’t have been unpacking at all,” Steve says while pulling onto Eddie’s street. “You should have called me.”

Eddie huffs. “I can do things by myself again. You don’t have to treat me like I’m going to break.”

Steve pulls in front of Eddie’s house, putting the car into park. “I just don’t want you to-,”

“Thanks for the ride.” Eddie gets out of the car, slamming the door.

“Hurt yourself,” Steve finishes, looking defeated as Eddie walks up to his house.

Robin reaches across and rubs Steve’s shoulder. “He’ll apologize. He’s just adjusting.”

“I know,” Steve says, laying his forehead on the steering wheel. “I just want him to get better. To heal so I, so he doesn’t have to go through that again.”

She knows that he slipped up, that he knew she heard it. He knows that she saw the blush. Even though he hasn’t said anything about it, she knows this is bothering him. These feelings that he has, whatever they are, he’s not sharing. It’s worrying her. They talk about pretty much anything, but in the last few weeks, Steve’s been quiet. There’s something there she knows it, and she can help him through whatever it is.

“Steve, you know you can talk to me if-”

“Just stop, Rob. Just, stop. I know ok, I know. I just, I don’t even know what it is and I’d appreciate it if you stopped trying to make it something it’s not,” he snaps

Robin removes her hand from his shoulder and just sits in her seat, letting the car fill with silence. She fiddles with the paper in her hand, folding it more and more before unfolding it and refolding it again. “I’m sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have snapped, I’m sorry.” He raises his head from the steering wheel, looking at her again.

“No, I shouldn’t push. Or joke about it, I’m sorry.”

“If I ever figure out what it is, I’ll tell you. You know that right.”

She turns her head, looking at him. “I know. I won’t joke about it again, ok.”

“Thank you.” He puts the car in drive and brings her home.

My friend Robin,

Thank you for reading my letter, and then being so kind about it. I honestly wasn’t expecting you to respond. We weren’t really friends when Jonathan still lived here or when we were long-distance, and even then, we weren’t dating that long once we became friends anyway. I just needed to vent, and you seemed like a good person to do it to.

I wanted to call, I did. I was two seconds from dialing your number and talking, but I couldn’t say it. It’s just one of those things that are so hard to even think that you can barely say it out loud. Otherwise, I would have, believe me.

Next time though, I’ll call you. Maybe then it’ll be easier for me to talk about it.

Keeping her promise this time,

Nancy

(P.S. I don’t know, I was just trying something)

Robin smiles as she reads Nancy’s words. Feeling warmth bubble up in her chest she reads them over again. Picturing Nancy in her mind, instead of just her voice. Brown curls danced along her shoulders and a soft smile. Blue eyes look her way, animated in a way that shows that Nancy is safe. That she feels safe to let them talk with her words instead of staying rigid.

It’s like Robin forgot about bits of Nancy, only remembering them when she saw her again. She wondered how much more she would find if they hung out again. This time without there being a doomsday clock hanging over their head. Maybe then Robin can notice more, and learn everything there is about Nancy.

Her heart starts to beat faster as the ideas travel in and out of her mind, without her even realizing it. She thinks about the things she and Nancy could do together. Sleepovers, movie nights. Everything she’s always wanted to have with someone close but never did. But what starts as an innocent friendship starts to morph into something more. Flashes of lingering touches and waking up tangled in each other and the sheets.

She sits up rapidly, throwing the letter across the room and willing it all to stop. This can’t happen to her, not now. Not ever. Nancy is just a friend, she can only be just a friend. They haven’t even had a proper friendship and Robin’s going to mess it all up before it even starts. Feelings can’t interfere, not with her. She won’t allow it.

Those thoughts, they were all a fluke. A response to not being close to another girl her age for a while. Grabbing on any straws she could to make herself hopeful for something that would never be there. Because Nancy can never be more than a friend.

. . .

Salutations Nancy,

I don’t know if I used that right, but It’s fancy and I don’t care. I kinda just need to vent about something and make sure that I don’t say too much, so here that is I guess.

Steve’s not telling me something. I know it. I know I shouldn’t be mad about it. It’s just something that I know I can help with, so I want to be there for him but he’s not letting me in.

What’s worse, is I know it’s hurting him. He’s doing this thing he does all of the time where he just bottles things up and deals with them on his own, thinking that he has to. But he doesn’t. He has people he can talk to. Me, Eddie now, you probably if that’s not too weird. He never wants to talk to Dustin about his problems, but they’re basically brothers at this point so he could if he wanted to. It’s just frustrating seeing him go through this alone.

I think he likes someone. Someone that’s not you, he’s over that weird moment he had with you over spring break that I personally think was just a fluke and a trauma response. But that is a conversation for another day. This someone is new, different from the people he’s normally into. And like different in a way that I would understand. But he doesn’t want to talk about it, so what am I supposed to do?

I know pushing is bad and I should just wait for him to tell me. And if I’m being honest, I will wait for him to tell me. If it was me that was in his situation, I would want that. But it’s just hard because I could just be someone to talk to. Help go through the feelings and what they mean.

This probably makes no sense for you and that was the goal. I’m entrusting you with half of this information while leaving out a big chunk of it to protect his privacy. I just needed to get it out somehow.

Thankful to have another friend who is not a child,

Robin

(P.S. If you were to burn this note after reading it, I would probably thank you.)

(P.P.S. Hope this wasn’t weird for you to be, him being your ex and all)

Nancy sets the note down on the table, brows furrowed. Something about it makes her feel off, but she’s not sure why. She presses her lips together and reads the note again, absentmindedly trying to read between the lines even though Robin probably didn’t want her to. It’s hard not to though, natural curiosity and all that. There was so much that was left out, that it’s easy for her to speculate.

She shouldn’t be though. Not about this. It seems private, sacred. Something that she shouldn’t have even known in the first place. But Robin trusted her with this. Like a friendship code where you were told a secret that should never be repeated, but you just had to tell that one person anyway. Nancy thought that Steve was the one person that Robin would spill all the secrets to, but she guessed she was wrong.

Or because this is about Steve, Robin had to go to her. That could easily be the reason for it, but something in Nancy wishes that it wasn’t true. That somehow in their minimal interactions, she had become a better friend than Steve is. Not that she’s competing. They have a bond that she doesn’t quite understand, but she doesn’t have to. It’s interesting to observe, the way they act with each other. At first glance, you would think they were dating, or about to be. That was her first impression after all. But after learning about them, they’re more like siblings. It makes Nancy happy that they have someone like that.

It’s not surprising to hear that Robin is worried about Steve. So that can’t be the reason she’s upset. Maybe it’s because Steve likes someone, that’s not her. Even though that thought makes her happy more than anything else. She’s always felt bad looking at him, seeing him go home alone more times than he was with someone. It always rooted itself around in her mind to be her fault. That he couldn’t get over her, so he just never dated again, even though she knew that wasn’t true.

It was a hard time for her, a hard time for him too. She shouldn’t feel bad for that, it was out of her control. It’s impossible to plan to lose what she did. What she could have done, though, was treat him differently. At least in the end. Apologized for what she said in the bathroom, even if it had an heir of truth. She doesn’t regret breaking up with him, she didn’t feel the same for him as he did for her. But the way she did it, could have been better.

But now he likes someone else, or at least Robin thinks so. Nancy hopes that he does. Hopes that whatever lingering feelings he had for her are gone and he can move on. What he said to her over spring break felt like a confession, but looking at it from the right angle, it could have been him finally letting go. Maybe it didn’t feel like that at the moment, but maybe that’s what it felt like now.

So what about this letter is making Nancy feel so weird? Her eyes are drawn to the scribble in the middle of the page, a line that Robin didn’t want her to read. A secret that Nancy doesn’t know. One that Robin doesn’t want her to know.

It shouldn’t upset her, really. They were just beginning their friendship, she couldn’t know everything about Robin this early on. And she would never expect Robin to trust her with everything right off the bat. But it still hurts a little.

Nancy feels close to Robin, for a reason that she’s still a little unsure of but doesn’t care. There is something about Robin that makes Nancy trust her with anything, everything. She’s already told Robin so much more than she would a normal friend. Feelings that normally would just fester until they went away, or they didn’t.

But when she thinks about it, there are still some things that Nancy hasn’t told Robin about. So it’s hypocritical to be a little bit upset that there was something that Robin is keeping a secret.

Maybe with time, Robin would feel comfortable telling her. And maybe in time, Nancy can tell Robin her secrets too. But trust takes time, friendship takes time. Although Nancy trusts Robin and is friends with her, some secrets just take their time to come out. That is something she understands, so she’s willing to wait.

. . .

Robin spies Nancy walking to her next class. She thinks about going up to her, walking with her for a little bit even though she has to go in the opposite direction. But she can’t do it, because something is different.

It’s there again, the patter of her heart that was there yesterday. Noticing small things about Nancy that she didn’t before. Remembering things that she picked up on, but never paid too much attention to. The small bounce her curls would do when she walked, the sway of her skirt with each step. The way she would press her lips together when she thought, and the wrinkle that appeared between her eyebrows. Her determined eyes that would turn soft whenever they looked Robin’s way.

She has to stop it before it grows, otherwise, Robin is fucked.

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #background steddie #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #note passing au #with a comma after dearest fic #part 3 #multi part fic #angst #pining #getting together #friends to lovers

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