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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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vive-la-revolution · 20 days

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i still can’t believe i found u on wattpad before we were tumblr friends. bloody comma after dearest 😭 i reread your fics SO many times

STOP the wattpad era was crazy

i don’t even think i have access to that account anymore… how time flies

#ask #aryan <3

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phanfictioncatalogue · 3 months

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Author/Writer!Phil Masterlist

7 Years - neutralhowell

Summary: Loosely based on the song ‘7 years’ so I’d recommend listening to that when reading this. Phil is a writer and Dan is a singer, they grew up together and both made it big, usually, time tears childhood people apart however for Dan and Phil, this wasn’t the case.

A Comma After Dearest (ao3) - niennaerso

Summary: Phil writes as a hobby. Dan has a favorite writer, and it happens to be Phil, but he doesn't know, yet.

and we're out here in plain sight (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil's an optimistic author whose science fiction novel is well on its way to becoming a film. Dan's an actor whose cynism toward love is nothing short of infuriating. It takes a while, but they find something to agree on.

Broken Like You (ao3) - TearDrop1234

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at a theater in a nowhere town. Their friendship is instant, but the rest not so much.

Cerebrate - dantiloquent

Summary: An ace and aroflux!phan fic in which they are both writers and the lines of their relationship blur but they’re always happy with how they are.

Coffee and Calligraphy (ao3) - brookwrites

Summary: (TW) Dan’s a barista at the local cafe where writer!Phil decides to sit with his journal. Dan likes Phil. A lot. But things change when Dan finds something out about Phil that breaks his heart.

Dear Dan, (ao3) - archangelgaybriel, kazimpala

Summary: Phil Lester is a writer-slash-barista who works ridiculous hours in a small coffee shop just around the corner. Dan Howell is an aspiring pianist with a keen interest - it’s not a crush - on a certain cute barista working at a coffee shop just around the corner, who also turns out to be the hottest one-night stand that he never intends to see again except in his fantasies. But then again Fate is cruel and the million dollar question is whether love can transcend Dan’s past into something much bigger.

Essential Meet-Cute (ao3) - husbants

Summary: Audiobook narrator Dan Howell finds himself embarrassed when he encounters a handsome man named Phil in the romance aisle of his local bookstore. Luckily, he and Phil get along quickly and both enjoy a certain queer romance author named Zack Striker. Still, Dan can’t help but think that Phil might be hiding something…

Every Saturday Morning (ao3) - croissantbleu (orphan_account)

Summary: Dan's life was uneventful, working at a law firm, trying (and failing) to stay on top of his work despite his ADHD getting in the way, and playing the piano on Saturdays. But things changed when he found a phone number in a book, and finds someone who makes him want to follow his dreams.

friday night placebo (ao3) - kishere

Summary: Phil Lester never thought that he was going to be here in his life: successful, healthy, a little lonely, and helping produce his own Netflix show. Dan Howell, YouTube fanboy and food aficionado, just wants to get a job in television acting. One audition could help both of their problems.

I Can Feel Your Pulse in the Pages (ao3) - coldtea (orphan_account)

Summary: Phil is a writer who can’t seem to stop including Dan in everything he writes.

Of Written Feelings and Words With Meaning - likhaless

Summary: Recently, Dan’s become addicted to this writing blog. He’s so addicted to it in fact, that he might as well be in love with it. The writer seems to say exactly how it feels and he finds himself wishing he had someone who was so deeply in love with him to write for him like that. Little does he know that there is already someone doing that and he’s closer than he thought.Phil, on the other hand, has his own feelings and secrets to keep.

On Skin - grooveyle

Summary: Phil is a writer. Dan, his muse.

Out of this skin (ao3)- serconstance

Summary: Phil Lester breaks up with his boyfriend Charlie and moves to London to start a new life, hoping that this change will allow him to finally get rid of the ghosts he carries on his shoulder. What he didn't expect was for the boy he sat next to on the train to keep popping up into his life – at Starbucks, on the bus, at the movie theatre and, mostly, in his thoughts.

Paperback Writer - auroraphilealis

Summary: Phil Lester’s novel is still riddled with errors and mistakes, but he hates the whole editing process because it results in nothing more than re-written scenes and a bad taste in his mouth, because he’s never quite satisfied with what he’s written. And then he meets Dan, the cute guy at the coffee shop who makes sure Phil knows he could help him edit his novel.

Pretty Guy (ao3) - Archive (Curlylinguist)

Summary: Phil stumbles across a Pride rally and a certain curly-haired queer activist catches his eye.

Scripts And Stars - lovebuglester

Summary: Dan is an actor, auditioning for a new role in a film written by a revolutionary young writer by the name of Phil Lester.

Seven days of sushi (ao3) - Portia331

Summary: Phil Lester is a well-regarded sci-fi author. Well, post-apocalyptic sci-fi zombie survival horror, if you're being technical about it. After an epiphany-inducing series of life events, he decides he wants a break from robots and gore and to step into the non-fiction world. His agent and publisher are on board, but there's a catch - he has to give up his artistic integrity and make his work * scholarly * ... within the next week. Is Phil up for the challenge?

song and story (ao3) - kay_okay

Summary: In this universe, Dan, a music composition grad student working on his thesis, and Phil, a novelist trying his best to get over his sophomore slump, book the week before Christmas in a bed and breakfast nestled against snow-covered mountains in France. They're tapped out creatively and need the week to work on their projects.

In this universe, Dan and Phil don't know each other. At least, that's how it starts.

The Brown-Eyed Barista (ao3) - tahliaisnotonfire

Summary: Dan Howell worked as a barista at a small corner coffee shop where he meets an author called Phil Lester; and he’s begun working on a new book.

What I Wouldn't Do (ao3) - wordsofphandom (KathleenCaitlyn)

Summary: At a book signing, Phil, a succesful author of children’s books, meets the five-year-old Dylan and his gorgeous single father Dan. Though they are instantly drawn to each other, certain issues, let alone a lively five-year-old complicate things for Dan and Phil, and they have to find out just what they would - or wouldn’t do, to be together.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #author #author!phil #author!phil masterlist

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warmtoastedbread · 1 year

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I wanted to do an analysis of the Simeon x archangel! reader I wrote, to show off some of the things I've put in there. Here's the link and here's my master list.

My favourite is how vague the word fallen is used in this fic. Is he falling in love or falling from grace?┐⁠(⁠ ⁠∵⁠ ⁠)⁠┌

1. This whole scenario is based on a Catholic confession.

I turned it into a ritual type thing that temporarily connects two angels. From what I've researched, you figure out where you've failed, go to a priest to confess, receive and do a penance (thing you do to atone for your sins) and ask for advice.

But as Simeon falls, we (the reader) never give him the penance to complete the ritual and because it's never completed emotionally you two are connected

2. When Simeon rests his head on our lap on the armchair he is kneeling before us.

This is just meant to reflect how some people kneel when they pray and how Simeon sees us as his saviour.

3. When speaking about something the angels find good or holy I used alliteration.

"The terrified pleas aiming for absolution. Horrified whispers seeking salvation."

4. Reference to a Lucifer x Angel reader on Ao3 and Undertale go brrrrrrrr

"The cloak that was weighted to remind you of your grace, began to weigh like worlds upon his shoulders. The crushing weight of his sins on his back."

5. Your words are soft to Simeon before the worst of his falling.

"Words so soft as they graced Simeon's ears. A delicate melody for a dreadful situation."

"Though barely a whisper, your voice boomed in his ears. His headache worsening."

5.1 After we pull him into our lap he feels his purpose is to be with you. It goes back to the soft song he adores.

"Your angelic voice felt cool against him. He felt satisfied in your embrace, he longed for this moment."

6. The comma after dearest (Hamilton lol)

" "My dearest, archangel," Tears welled up in your eyes. ... "

" His ever so gentle eyes now fractured. "My dearest, archangel, what penance..." "

7. He would've fallen in love whether you were in the celestial realm or not.

"..for as long as I can remember...It was truly inevitable. Only a matter of time before it swallowed me whole."

8. Pietà by Michelangelo is the final way we hold Simeon. I wanted to emphasize the grief going through our head.

"He lay limp against the armchair as you cried looking to the heavens for guidance."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #obey me simeon #analysis #obey me x angel reader #obey me simeon x angel reader

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artielu · 1 year

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Ugh, English is hard! I'm reminded of that every day as I help my five year old learn to read. That said, the amount of fics I have noped out of because the author wrote "he put his hand on her waste" or "he put his arm around her waste" or "he grabbed her waste"... it's... it's an unfortunately high amount. Waist and waste, not interchangeable 😅

Same, friend. Same. I can't read those fics. I have to silently nope out.

I work in a global role, so I have many brilliant colleagues who speak several languages and are not native English speakers. Last week, I heavily edited an important memo written by an international colleague for whom English is his third language, before he submitted it up the chain. Do I speak three languages, let alone have the ability to write professional level memos in said third language? No, I do not. It's unreasonable to expect that he writes in English as well as I do, and I am happy to help.

I have an elementary age child who has weekly spelling words, including this week's flew and flue, or irregular verbs, or good/better/best (because "gooder"isn't a word). We only speak/read/write in English at home. The kid constantly, legitimately asks Why English Does That. My answer is often Because English Is Hard And You Just Have To Memorize It. Sometimes I offer a bonus response of Because English Incorporated That Word From [other language] So It's Different.

I think of children from dual language homes, whose parents didn't both grow up as native English speakers, and/or whose parents don't both have higher education degrees from English speaking countries. English is so hard.

My dearest friend immigrated to the US as a teenager without any English and learned it here. We met in law school in our 20s. She's so, so smart. For years, she would ask me grammar and vocabulary questions, little texts during the schoolday or workday, checking in on English phrasing or spelling, so that her writing works reflect how smart she truly is. I often corrected her, decreasingly so over time. After about seven years, she didn't have to ask any more. I'm so proud.

That post is snarky and I love it, and I firmly believe in correct grammar. And in the Oxford comma. But I also hold no judgment against people who make mistakes while they are learning English. English is fucking HARD.

#artielu answers an ask #about artielu #grammar #English is hard

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stcrfeesh · 1 year

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I am SO excited to share my upcoming projects (I say this as if I'm not on another writer's block). Most—if not all—of which are tied to my undercover teyvat universe!

Please take this as an interest check too! Feel free to reblog/reply, I would love to hear people's feedback! If you're interested, please do give my first fic a go to get acquainted with the Undercover Teyvat Universe! a

off the precipice, a Xiao × Lumine Spy!AU. (Reader discretion is strong advised)

And! Please do let me know if you want to be added into the taglist of any of these projects!

Anyway, here are the (tentative) titles for my upcoming projects:

with a comma after dearest (Al Haitham x Reader)

Inspired by the lyrics from Take a Break (Hamilton Soundtrack). This will be a (stand alone) part two to the complexities of simplicity.

Follows your and Al Haitham's blooming friendship—quite a huge time skip from the complexities of simplicity; in which Al Haitham has fallen in love with you, but doesn't understand how simple it can be to love someone, and so he tries to tell you in the most roundabout way. The same way he had asked you to become his friend.

we were liars (Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Reader)

The second instalment to the Undercover Teyvat universe. A fauxmance and slow burn series between you and Kamisato Ayato.

In this series, you are the daughter of a late Liyuen general who had died during the Liyuen-Inazuman war years ago. You are sent to Inazuma in the guise of mending the tense relationship between the nations as Liyue's diplomat—when in truth, the Ān bù has sent you there to gather intel on the ever-so secretive Shuumatsu-ban and find out who their leader is. In your attempt to make peace between the nations, you become acquainted with Kamisato Ayato, the Inazuman Imperial Army's field marshal.

In which, you try to woo and manipulate the Kamisato Ayato to gain your intel. Unbeknownst to you is that he's doing the exact same thing. Now, you are two liars stuck in a stalemate... But what happens when these two liars start to fall in love? This is a bizarre and treacherous game of political chess, and a gamble between the heart and mind.

in theory and concept (Albedo x Mona)

The third instalment to the Undercover Teyvat Universe. Academia AU. Unlike all other works under the Undercover Teyvat universe, in theory and concept will be more under the slice of life genre.

Currently planned as a oneshot for a much more complex introduction of Mondstadt into the UT universe.

This follows a sweet romance between two (very overworked) PhD students from the Royal Mond University who happen to share their knowledge about the stars. One who approaches stars as a form of art, and the other who sees the stars as the threads of fate. Featuring a pre-teen Klee—an unknowing matchmaker for her brother and the (soon-to-be) love of his life.

#stcrfeesh; coral reefs #stcrfeesh; undercover teyvat #alhaitham x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #albedo x mona #almona

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muus-brat · 8 months

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New MuuEn Fic!

Just wrote another fic! It's my first MuuEn fic tho with no original characters and in a different format, but I'm happy with it so far!

Just a quick glimpse into their lives over the years and their relationship

Might make this a series to give it more context, but oh well. We'll see if I make it to the end of this one first

And yes the title is meant to be a play on the line from "Take A Break" in the Hamilton musical where they say "'You've written My Dearest, Angelica' with a comma after dearest. You've written 'My Dearest,' pause 'Angelica'"

I have certain feelings in regards to the english language and its use in the musical

#magi labyrinth of magic #magi #muu alexius #muu #kouen ren #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #strangers to friends to enemies to lovers #spoliers #i have feelings about this #otp #this headcanon is too real for me #english language #i love english

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phdmama · 2 years

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hello! 18, 20, and 35 from the 'weird questions for writers' ask game, please

Ooo thank you so much, frond!!! xox

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

Okay, so this is a moment fairly late in the fic I just posted, The Privilege of Being Yours (Drarry, ~21K, E).

Draco slicks himself up, and as he pushes in, Harry reaches out to the Forest, to Draco, to the sky and the earth and the light and the dark that surrounds him. You protected me, Harry whispers to the dirt beneath him. You saved me, he says as Draco moves within him, not sure if he means Draco or the Forest. Not sure it matters. Let me heal you, he offers as Draco’s hand wraps around his achingly hard cock and starts to stroke him. Yes, he says to Draco through their Bond and he feels Draco shudder, feels Draco’s mouth, hot and open as it presses to his spine.

Thank you, he gasps as he starts to come, his orgasm rolling through his body like an earthquake. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

This is pretty much straight from my brain to the page, with very little editing. I know it's run-on sentences, but I feel like it captures this really powerful and overwhelming moment - they're doing this ritual, they're desperate to make it work. I wanted Harry's process to convey how deeply present he is in this moment, so entwined with Draco and the Forest, and how much this matters to him, how important it is to him. To me, at least, it felt like a powerful and healing moment for him.

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

Oh, eternal happiness with my one true love, 100% (not that I believe in either of those things ha ha, but like, if I were given that offer!). Maybe it's that I've been writing a long time now (6.5 yrs for Larry, almost 6 yrs for Drarry), but I don't know that I have any one darlingest WiP (because I have So. Many. WiPs.) and I've had a fair amount of practice with making peace with the fact that I can publish things and be okay with them not being perfect and ever truly finished! Writing is a really important part of my life, but it's also a place where I allow myself to be messy and imperfect. But the love in my life with my family, my partner, my kitties - that's the foundation of every single thing.

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

I think a thing I do fairly consistently, which is technically not correct but is VERY much a deliberate stylistic choice about voice is something like this:

Potter is off-duty for the entire weekend and talks happily about spending time with his godson, mentions a cut-throat pick-up Quidditch match that he’d been roped into earlier this afternoon, expounds on the renovation he’s designing for the kitchen of his townhouse.

This is from an upcoming fic that was originally for Wireless but for Reasons™ could not be included, so I'll be publishing it on my own. This is a construction I use all the time (given how often I reject Grammarly's suggestions) - which is they always want me to put an "and" after that last comma and I just. Don't want to. So I don't. I don't do it 100% but I definitely do it a lot. More than one beta has tried to get me to change it and I just won't because I personally like it! I don't think I'm that odd that as a writer, in I am very very picky about my word choices and sentence constructions and I do a LARGE amount of line/sentence-level editing to make sure I've got things as I want them.

Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird)

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For this

4, 11, 16, 20, 15, 34, & 39 <3

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral? deteriorate, no reason beyond it's fun to say and think

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve? i have a slight obsession with main character death- yes, i am a ruthless darling assassin, thank you 😌 their death has to have a significance if it's a well planned fic, otherwise i might just do it for fun they die, and i don't really grieve. in the one well-structured fic i have, the main character dies and it's more to express how the world can pressurise people (i explain it better in Q18 of cupid's ask)

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do yes, in pencil, bc it's nice to write my thoughts down. i also underline movies, songs or other books mentioned + words i don't know the meaning of. i don't dog-ear pages though, i don't like doing it i don't have a bathtub, i'll get my books wet ;-; i judge when people mark the pages so much that it distracts from the main text (especially if they're gonna lend it to me :/) and yes, i judge people who dog-ear their books' pages (friends/mutuals/family get a free pass)

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark? a pencil that's about as long as my thumb. i don't usually use weird bookmarks, i flip the book so it's resting open on the page i was reading or i memorise the page number

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go: none? i have a basic grasp of when it should be used, and if i'm really confused, i'll run the passage through a few online editors

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up? the thought that i'm not a failure if i take a break from writing or i don't feel like it for a (long) while; it's a hooby and meant to bring me joy, after all. i'm pretty glad i never planned on pursuing writing as a career bc i'd be very burnt out

#snake::snakelets #snakelet::dee

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hdcandyheartsfest · 2 years

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Week One Roundup!

We have been blown away by the works for the first week of H/D Candy Hearts Fest 2022! There are many fantastic fics, art, edits, and even a playlist to check out. Our roundup is organized by prompt, with a section for works containing multiple prompts. We also have a couple of fantastic continuous works, which are one story following along with the prompts!

It's not too late to participate! This is a super lowkey fest, so you can do any prompt on any day of February, and we welcome all sorts of fluffy Drarry fanworks. Take a look at our prompt list and Info & FAQ 💕

works listed under the cut!

continuous works

♡ A Home by the Sea by @teacup-tai [E]

♡ from australia, with love by @rainnorwind [M]

♡ Daydreamer by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm [G]

♡ Blossoming Butterflies by @missfreefairy [G]

♡ Call Me Yours by greywarren1101 [G]

♡ Me, You, and a Bag of Candy Hearts by @alindakb [G]

sweetheart

fic:

♡ Sweetheart. by @isamijoo [T, ~800 words]

♡ Sweetheart by @beyondtheclose [T, 389]

♡ Done by @nv-md [G, 240 words]

♡ Press and Release by @lumosatnight [M, 171 words]

♡ "Sweetheart" by @kryptidfoxwrites [G, 152]

♡ Sweetheart by @veelawings [G, 122 words]

♡ Sweetheart by @rockingrobin69 [100 words]

♡ Don't Wait Up by @moonstruckwytch [G]

♡ Kindhearted by @steampunkserpent27

♡ Sweetheart by @phoebe-delia

♡ Sweetheart by @gnarf

♡ Sweetheart by @justthingsfromsarah

♡ Sweetheart by @drarrily-we-row-along

♡ pretty boy, pretty boy by @amorsindolor

♡ All Planned by @nelweensfic

♡ Sweetheart by @ladderofyears

art:

♡ "Keep up, sweetheart" by @secretartlair

first date

fic

♡ First Date by @beyondtheclose [T, 1.7k]

♡ First Date Disaster by @nv-md [T, 521 words]

♡ First Date by @rockingrobin69 [100 words]

♡ At The Top by @moonstruckwytch [G]

♡ First Date by @ladderofyears

♡ First Date by @orange-peony

♡ First Date by @phoebe-delia

♡ First Date by @gnarf

♡ A frosty street corner by @steampunkserpent27

♡ Unexpected by @nelweensfic

♡ a vos by @amorsindolor

♡ First Date by @goblinmatriarch

♡ First Date by @justthingsfromsarah

art

♡ First Date by @secretartlair

blanket fort

fic

♡ Found you by @steampunkserpent27 [G, 541 words]

♡ Blanket Fort by @isamijoo [G, ~380 words]

♡ Best Thing Ever by @nv-md [G, 290]

♡ i am loved by @justthingsfromsarah [G, 126 words]

♡ Blanket Fort by @rockingrobin69 [100 words]

♡ Warm & Open by @moonstruckwytch [G]

♡ Blanket Fort by @orange-peony [E]

♡ Oh by @april-thelightfury115

♡ Blanket Fort by @ladderofyears

♡ Blanket Fort by @nelweensfic

♡ Blanket Fort by @phoebe-delia

♡ light by @amorsindolor

art

♡ Blanket Fort by @digthewriter

dearest

fic

Dearest by @isamijoo [G, ~660 words]

A Mother's Love by @nv-md [G, 294 words]

My darling, my dearest by @steampunkserpent27 [G, 100]

These Sundays. by @digthewriter [200 words]

Dearest by @ladderofyears

Dearest by @rockingrobin69

with a comma after dearest by @phoebe-delia

Dearest by @gnarf

Dearest by @drarrily-we-row-along

edit

Cards by @nelweensfic

texting

fic

♡ Texting. by @isamijoo [M, ~900 words]

♡ Owl Me by @nv-md [M, 509 words]

♡ Attention by @steampunkserpent27 [T, 363]

♡ Texting by @rockingrobin69 [G, 100 words]

♡ Sexting by @nelweensfic [E]

♡ Texting by @ladderofyears

♡ Texting by @drarrily-we-row-along

edit

♡ Operation: Drarry by @phoebe-delia

♡ a small peak into the phone of draco malfoy by @amorsindolor

crush

fic

♡ you're the one that i want by @softlystarstruck [G, 1.4k]

♡ Crush by @beyondtheclose [T, 1k]

♡ Crush. by @isamijoo [M, 680 words]

♡ It must be a curse by @steampunkserpent27 [T, 550 words]

♡ Weasley's Word by @nv-md [T, 426 words]

♡ Crush by @rockingrobin69 [G, 100 words]

♡ Crush by @phoebe-delia [1.7k]

♡ Crush by @ladderofyears

♡ Crush by @nani-inthehouse

♡ Crush by @drarrily-we-row-along

art

♡ "cat sitting with your crush." by @digthewriter

♡ a nap time confession by @amorsindolor

multiple/other prompts

playlist

♡ hd candy hearts fest 2022 by @crazybutgood

art

♡ Sweetheart & First Date by @digthewriter

#hdcandyheartsfest2022 #drarry fest #drarry #fandom event #hpdm #harry potter fanfiction #drarry fanfic #drarry fic #drarry fluff #drarry fanart #drarry art #draco malfoy #weekly roundup #week one roundup

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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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unacaritafeliz · 3 years

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ATLA fic self-promo

I am self promoting my fic because I forget to do that sometimes and also because it’s my birthday and I would like some comments and validation please.

Zukki

Can't sleep tonight When Sokka goes back to the SWT, Suki and Zuko struggle to sleep without their shared boyfriend.

Checks, Chirps & Cellys (WIP) Sokka goes to college, plays hockey, finds himself and falls in love.

Honour! Zuko’s upset about the Ember Island players. Suki gets him through it.

The long way home (WIP) Five times Zuko doesn’t let himself be with Sokka and Suki, and one time he does.

Zukka

A comma after dearest A year after the war, Sokka writes Zuko a love letter.

Soft and Sil(l/k)y Sokka and Zuko talk about their hair.

The Avatar's Choice When Sokka and Zuko get engaged, Aang has to make his toughest decision yet - who’s best man is he going to be?

Sokka/Teo

Coming home to you. After years of falling in love via letter, Teo and Sokka meet in the Southern Water Tribe.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zukka #zukki #sokka/teo #its my birthday so go and comment on at least one (1) of these

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dragonologist-phd · 3 years

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tagged by @yanara126, thank you! I’ll tag @lunarowena, @antivan-beau, @undyingembers, and anyone else who has an AO3 account and hasn’t been tagged!

How many works do you have on AO3.

103 (although a lot of them are short prompt fills less than 500 words, so I wouldn’t exactly call them full fics. more like a bunch of little ficlets lol)

What’s your total AO3 words count?

426,595 (drive up quite a bit by the logs of our pillars ttrpg!)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1) After, And After That: Critical Role, post-epilogue one-shot centered on Grog/Keyleth:

“So you’re here with Keyleth?” “Yeah,” Grog replied, not thinking much of the question until he noticed the way Vex was looking at him. “What?” “I mean… you’re here with Keyleth?” she pressed, raising an eyebrow. Oh.

A collection of moments after the epilogue, as two members of Vox Machina grieve and heal and grow, and eventually find something neither ever could have expected.

2) Critical Role Relationship Week 2018: Critical Role, a collection of drabbles done for a fic event week (my favorite of which, btw, is Day 5: The Rules of Courtship):

CR Relationship Week 2018! A week's worth of one-shots focused on the relationship between 2 random characters.

Day 1- The Vicious Truth: (Fjord & Mollymauk) Day 2- Kittens Are Cute (And So Are You): (Grog/Keyleth) Day 3- Page Turner: (Caleb & Taryon) Day 4- A Comma After Dearest (Jester/Calianna) Day 5- The Rules Of Courtship: (Pike & Kaylie) Day 6- Late Nights and Bloody Knuckles: (Grog & Yasha) Day 7- Give And Take: (Jester & Nott)

3) Please, Be Enough: Critical Role, one-shot, Vex-centric character study:

For so much of her life, Vex'ahlia has tried to be enough.

4) Beautiful Things: Mass Effect Andromeda, collection of drabbles written as I played through the game with Rebecca Ryder and which I’m currently trying to re-write now that I’ve expanded on my headcanons a bit more:

It's an entirely new horizon, after all, and anything is possible. There are infinite breakthroughs yet to be made, and Becca is in the perfect position to make them.

A collection of one-shots centering around the Pathfinder career of Rebecca Ryder.

5) The Greatest Friend Ever: Critical Role, one-shot focused on Jester and The Traveler:

Jester laughs in delighted surprise, and for a moment it feels like someone is laughing alongside her.

A look into the past of Jester and the god who became her best friend.

(the moral of the story is that CR is by far the most active fandom I’ve been in!)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely! Usually just a short ‘thank you’, but I still try to respond to anything I get!

What’s the fic with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, a lot of my fics fall into the ‘angst with a happy ending’ category, so that’s a bit hard to say... best fit for this would probably be To The Bride (Dragon Age, F!Cousland/Anora)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Again, hard to say! I have a lot of short fics that sweet & simple endings. Coffee And Honey Cake (Pillars Coffeshop!AU) is probably the fluffiest all the way through, since that’s kind of my apology to Nona for her canon-verse being so angsty XD

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Not really...I do quite a bit of AU’s, but that’s not really the same. Closest I’ve come is with The Dunryd Archives, my Pillars MagnusArchives!AU

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope!

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

lol no...even if I wanted to, I feel like the secondhand embarrassment would be unbearable

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Another nope!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

That one’s a yes! Queen's Best Friend (Pathfinder: Kingmaker, Baroness/Kanerah) was translated into Russian- I guess in a fandom so small, we need to share the rarepairs as much as we can!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Technically yes! Prepare For The Dawn is a log of the Pillars ttrpg between me, @lunarowena @rannadylin and @serenbach86, with Bazylia_de_Grean on AO3 as the gm!

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

*shrug*? I never really had a favorite ship, since my fav ships vary depending on my mood and what I’m into at the moment

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I will finish all my WIPs! I cannot be stopped! (Although I admit Prodigy has been on the back burner for a good while, but still. It will be finished!)

What are your writing strengths?

I think do pretty good characterization, especially with inner dialogue, and character relationships- I have been told I write good banter, which feels like a fantastic compliment XD

What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot, my goodness. I admire people who write original plots so much- I can make OC’s and world-build in my head, but I almost never have a plot to go with it

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don’t really have any? Obviously it works best if the author is actually fluent in the language and doesn’t just use Google Translate, but I don’t care much one way or the other

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, which is probably like...the basic bitch of fandoms, lol, but middle school me loved it!

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Ooh, that’s really tough! I like a lot of my fics for very different reasons. Of Diamonds And Dust (Dragon Age Origins novelization with Aeducan & Brosca) is the one I’ve been working on the longest, and I’m always going to be very fond of it. I think Divinity (Pillars, Goddess!Nona AU) has some of my best writing. And With Grace In Your Heart (Pillars, Desta character study) will always have a very special place in my heart because it was the first fic I wrote for Pillars and was when I really established Desta’s character.

So there’s 3 to choose from!

#thanks for the tag!#this was very fun #i always love rambling about my fics

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belettewrites · 3 years

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Fanfiction tag game

Thank you @flowercrown-bard for the tag! I’m replying here because it makes more sense than using my main blog.

How many works do you have on Ao3?

12!

What’s your total Ao3 word count?

81 289

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Don’t you (forget about me) - Jaskier is the god of memories, and after the mountain decides to grant Geralt’s blessing by taking himself out of the Witcher’s memories. Except, well, he only half succeeds.

This is the first “big” fic I ever wrote! You’ll soon notice a pattern of me using lyrics as titles because titles are the worst jhdfgjkdjdf

Nostalgia - A big misunderstanding, really. Jaskier hears a song about Geralt and thinks that since Valdo wrote it, he must be traveling with Geralt. Meanwhile, Geralt hears the song and thinks that Jaskier allowed his students to write about him, meaning Jaskier is completely done with him. Basically, they’re stupid and miss each other.

One of us is lonely, one of us is only (waiting for a call) - Jaskier reaches out to Geralt via a letter, they start repairing their friendship, then Geralt hears something and believes Jaskier died.

Listen to the melody - Jaskier finds a dog and decides to keep it, while Geralt thinks about how one day, Jaskier will retire and never travel with him again.

So this one is one of my fics where I go “dogs are great, Geralt and Jaskier should meet/have one”

And when the rain begins to fall (I’ll be the sunshine in your life) - Geralt and Jaskier have to take a break because it’s starting to rain hard. Jaskier takes a nap, comfortably leaning against Geralt.

So this one is one of my favorites because my dearest @potatofu-art drew something for it - you can find it here. Really, go check their blog, they’re amazing and so talented, you won’t regret it.

(also, see what I was talking about with the lyrics as titles? yeah. the downside is that the songs get stuck in my head everytime I’m reminded of the fics jfhgkffhkd)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do! Sometimes very, very late, because I always get overwhelmed - people are so nice to me and I never know what to reply

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Oh, uhm. I’d say Don’t you (forget about me) ? But I always kind of write happy endings, so.

Or maybe Of springs and reunions, because they’re so happy to see each other again.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Ah! This one I know the answer to. It’s The last time (before we meet again). Jaskier is sad because Geralt and him are about to part ways for the winter.

Do you write crossovers?

Not really. I have an idea, but it’d only take place in the universe of the book series, Jaskier and Geralt wouldn’t actually meet the main characters from that series. And I’m not really sure I’ll write it fjhdgkdkfd

have you ever received hate on a fic?

Thankfully, no. I hope I never do because boy that would hit me hard.

Do you write smut? if so, what kind?

The answer to that question is in a text I sent when talking about an AU I had in mind; the text basically was “Oh fuck, I’ll have to write Jaskier being attracted to Geralt, I hope it won’t end up looking like when Holt pretends he’s straight.”

So no, I don’t write smut djlfklfkdfgjdk

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Never

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Right now it’s Geraskier, I don’t know if I have an all-time favorite. Though before being interested in Geraskier I really liked Destiel (thankfully I lost interest before the finale, but I’m still bitter about season 15)

What’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I don’t have published wips, because I’m too anxious to just post something that isn’t already finished. So shout out to the authors who do that, y’all are my heroes I have so much admiration for you.

What are your writing strengths?

I have been told (if you’re reading this you’ll recognize yourself, btw ily) that I write dialogues well, so I’ll go with that

What are your writing weaknesses?

Well, English isn’t my first language so that is something I’m kinda insecure about - grammar is awful, verbs can’t be trusted, and don’t get me started on the commas.

Other than that, I’d say descriptions. I think it’s linked to the fact that English isn’t my first language - there’s vocabulary I have in my mother language that I don’t have in English. Even now as I write this I’m not sure that ‘mother language’ can be said in English fjgkkdskfhdk

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Mmh. I’ve never really thought about it? When I read fics and suddenly there’s French, I do a double take because huh?? But I wouldn’t write dialogues in another language in a fic, because idk it would just feel weird. And if the reader can’t understand it, then what’s the point? Unless there’s a character who serves as a translator, but you know, I think it would kinda break the rhythm of the fic.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

So. Picture this: I am ten, I do not know what fanfictions are, and I’m really into Warrior Cats.

(this is where my main pseudo comes from, btw. It’s short for Snowfeather, and no I don’t know how to pronounce Snowfea either gfdhkfdjkd)

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Mmmmmmmmh. Lemme think. Granted there are only twelve fics to choose from, but still.

I’ll chose Don’t you (forget about me) again, I think.

I don’t know who to tag except for @lokibus hjffdhjjhkjd

#Thank you for the tag!#also I'm doing it fifteen days later because this is the first time I've had to myself for #well #fifteen days

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