Well, fine. She wasn’t stooping to his level. Inej squared back her shoulders and leaned her mouth close to the door.
“These walls are thin,” she informed him. “And some of us are trying to sleep for the first time in days. So…could you stomp quieter? Please.”
The walls are very thin in the old rickety house they called The Slat. Inej attempts to quiet the strange boy who lives above her, but, over the years, gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.
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05 Mar 2021
“I think we should pretend to date,” Robin says.
"What?" Steve answers.
Robin could very well die tonight in her stupid work uniform, and honestly she doesn’t want to dwell on it. So she’s going to make it her personal mission to figure out what’s up with Steve’s romantic life, and hopefully they don’t die before she solves the puzzle.
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
08 Jul 2019
“So, how did you know?” he asks again. “Unless you, like, don’t wanna talk about it, which is fine, it’s totally your decision. I was just wondering…”
Steve trails off, hands turning over in circles as he contemplates the rest of his sentence.
Robin rolls her eyes and takes pity on him. “How did you know you like girls?”
“Okay,” Steve says with a decisive nod. “That’s fair. That’s fair.”
Robin raises her eyebrows and shrugs with a tight-lipped smile, an it’s a simple as that.
Apparently, for Steve, it’s not. “I guess what I’m actually asking,” he tries again, while Robin sets her pen down on the counter and tilts her head, bracing for whatever the latest dumb question Steve pulls out from under his mop of hair will shape up to be.
“Is how you know you don’t like guys."
Steve and Robin have a heart-to-heart, Jonathan comes back to town, and Nancy makes pie... or possibly cobbler.
04 Oct 2011
Fitzwilliam Darcy was four and twenty when he married Anne de Bourgh. In doing so, he fulfilled his duty to his family. Life with Anne was comfortable, if not joyous. However, a year into their marriage she died fulfilling what she saw as her duty - bearing him a child.
Fitzwilliam Darcy was eight and twenty when he accompanied his oldest friend to Hertfordshire with his sister and daughter. It was widely known that he had no intention of marrying again. His duty was, after all, already fulfilled. But that firmly held conviction will not hold long against the charms of one Elizabeth Bennet.
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02 Mar 2021