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monamipencil · 2 days ago
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when strawberries bloom (teaser)
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“When the strawberries bloom, I'll be by your side.”
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premise. mingyu is content with his life in the capitol as a victor, although he's haunted by the images of the nightmare he lived ten years ago. but all that comes to an abrupt stop, when he discovers that you—his greatest demise had been alive all this time.
content. hunger games! au, victor! mingyu, f! reader, pseudo major character death, hints of trauma, mingyu is a blink away from alcohol poisoning, capitol shenanigans, mentions of og hunger games characters, this is set in the period of second rebellion, slow burn, jealousy, both of them are in denial, fight scenes, friends to lovers (?) to strangers to enemies (it's one sided) to ???, angst, fluff, crack, smut. heavy fruit metaphor, yearning, pining, happy ending.
warnings. will be added in the fic post.
word count. tba.
release date. around december end.
author’s note. this is a part of the ‘catching fire’ collab hosted by @vitaminkyeom. i'm very excited to write this and share with you guys. though i'm barely done with fic, i thought i'd put out as a teaser to fuel me to finish it. and pls feel free to come to my inbox and scream abt this fic <33 send an ask to be added to the taglist !
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Mingyu controls a deep sigh as yet another woman presses herself against him in the name of dancing. He fakes his gaze, pretending to be enamoured. The strong perfume she’d used makes his head throb, and irritate his nostrils. 
The woman whispers sultrily, “I can’t believe I got you all to myself tonight.”
She flutters her eyelashes at him, her hands playing with the tie of his masquerade mask. It only covers the lower half of his face—a skillfully sculpted skull mask, lined with golden chains. He avoids looking at her, eyes darting all over the room to find something to fixate on. 
His lack of attention doesn’t seem to faze the woman as she only steps in closer. He bites his tongue and focuses on the details of the mansion. Gold painting lines the ivory walls that are basked in the dim lights of the party now. Grand, maroon curtains hangs by the arched windows, slightly swaying as the wind flows in. 
Awe turns into confusion which is replaced by disappointment when his eyes land on a glowing liquor fountain. But if he’s really honest, he’s a bit intrigued and his tongue feels dry, aching for the bitter taste of alcohol on it. 
Another shift of his eyes lands on a familiar lady, adorned in a black gown and dancing with an old man. He recognizes you as the lady from the balcony though your face is now obscured with a masquerade mask. Relief floods through his system, if he had to catch another glance at your face, his heart would stop beating once and for all. 
But as Mingyu had discovered long ago, things never really go the way he wishes them to. You turn your head, catching his gaze. Heat floods his cheeks and all the oxygen trickles out his lungs. He sucks in a sharp breath as you maintain eye contact. He doesn’t realise that he had stopped dancing till the woman whines. The sound prickles his skin, sending a shot of annoyance through him. 
All the voices around Mingyu drown out, turning into a mere buzz. A vine wraps around his heart, its thorns puncturing the gentle muscle. He watches as you shift your attention. Your beautiful lips curving into a smile, reacting to whatever the man had said. Your body leaning towards the old gamemaker, drawing attention to your cleavage. Rage courses through his veins along with another feeling. Jealousy. 
The feeling is foreign to him and he can’t even deduce why he’s jealous. Or, he knows why he’s jealous but even that mere idea seems incredulous. Still envy coils in his gut, rattling its tail at him and mocking him. Your eyes land on him again, and his heart skips a beat. 
Just then, the song switches, carrying a seductive note. Soon, the woman is whisked away and not even a second later, you end up in his arms. His hands skate down your silk gown to the small of your back and he pulls you flush against him. The proximity makes your breath hitch and you place your arm on his shoulders, swaying to the notes. Your breaths mingle together, body heat diffusing into one.
Maybe it’s the alcohol in his system or maybe you look too much like her, but he doesn’t find it in himself to care. With a sudden craving of intimacy, he holds you tight against him and the other intertwines with your left hand as you both sway to the flowing music. 
Any rational thought is chucked out his mind. The more he looks into your eyes, the more you look like her. In contrast to his prior wish, he wants your mask gone now. It obscures most of your face, cutting off near your right cheekbone to expose your right eye. 
He brushes stray hair aside. His soft, manicured nail beds caress the exposed skin off your face. You tighten your hold on him, doe eyes staring up at him with something he can’t pinpoint. His heartbeat quickens, a strange nostalgia permeates the air. Mingyu swears that this has happened before, a sense of deja vu fills his veins. 
Before he could comprehend his own actions, he undoes your mask. The sultry note tunes out into nothingness and the world seems to have stopped spinning. The mask hits the ground with a clank that gets muffled in the shock of the revelation. 
And there stands Kim Mingyu with his long lost lover and best friend who’s supposedly dead. 
You mirror his expression, horror staining your face as you shuffle to retrieve your mask. All while he stands still, going over the millions of possibilities. Why and how are you alive? Or is this a sick joke that someone is trying to play on him? 
You try to slip away from him, but he catches your hand, stopping you in your tracks. His grip tightens when you try to pull your hand away. His fingers brush over a bump on your skin, drawing attention to it. His eyes land on a scar that runs from the palm of your left hand to your wrist. 
Just then, you free yourself from his grip and escape into the bustling crowd of the party, leaving him alone. Though the mansion is filled with hundreds of citizens, an impermeable bubble seems to surround him—as if no one had witnessed what had occurred. It makes Mingyu question whether you’re real or if he made you up, like a mad man. 
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revelboo · 2 days ago
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after the holidays, my friend and I are going back downtown, buying a couple Blokees each, and having a lil get together where we assemble them
you did this. you made me go broke.
<3
But they’re just little guys 😆 18+ 🌶️
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Gravity Pt 11
Optimus x Reader
• Rolling onto his side, he hooks an arm around you and pulls you back into him. Palm flattening against you, finding the beat of your heart as he relaxes again. At the back of his processor, there’s concern over what he’d done that he’s going to have to deal with. Worry about what the rest of the Autobots will think about this. About what he’s done with you. There’s no regret, but there’s going to be consequences. If nothing else, dealing with the fallout from the others figuring out this is a possibility. “Should have guessed you were a cuddler,” you say, voice sleepy. If you don’t want to be held, you keep it to yourself at least.
• Blissfully boneless, you idly play with the servos of the hand splayed possessively on you. “We should discuss what happened,” he says, that deep voice so serious. And he’s a worrier, too, apparently. Ready to ruin the afterglow by overthinking it. Wiggling your hips back against him where his big frame is curled around you, he makes a deep rumbling noise in response. Especially when you pull his hand down and urge him to cup you. Feel him vent raggedly against you to stir your hair as his servos get on board with your plan and stroke you.
• “What happened was amazing,” you say, voice husky as you hold his hand where you want it and move against him, undulating against his hand and his spike as it stirs. “Doesn’t need to be anything deeper than sex.” Knows you’re right, but those words still hurt. Clearly drawing a line that he desperately wants to cross. Warning him that you don’t want more from him. Just this. And he could play along, let you warm his berth and let it be as simple as that, but it’s not what he wants. Wants you to talk to him, open up and share with him. Wants to know your secrets and you. Wants so much more than just a warm, willing body under his.
• “It could be, though. More.” That deep voice rumbles through you as he spears a servo inside you, stroking deep. Hips moving against you, his spike rubbing against you to tease you both. “It could mean something.” And it’s sweet, the big guy a hopeless, but utterly unrealistic, romantic. Where does he really think this can go? White picket fences and kids? Even if he was human, you’d accepted a long time ago that those dreams aren’t meant for people like you. That they can only hurt you. So no. Your body he can have, your heart isn’t up for grabs.
• Gripping his wrist as he strokes you with a servo, you toss your head back against him. Can hear your breathing change, those soft little hitching moans. “I don’t need anything but this.” Those words cut him, all jagged edges biting into his spark. Denying him. Pressing his face against the back of your neck as you rock yourself against his servos, he lets that ache hollow him out. Because if this is all of you allowed him, he’ll take it even if it kills him. You don’t have to love him, don’t even have to care for him beyond your need to find pleasure in his arms. He’ll still hold you, try to coax you and maybe eventually it might be more. Has to believe that or he can’t stand it. To believe you might grow to care about him even if it’s not for a long time.
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23victoria · 1 day ago
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a christmas fairytale!
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The snow was lightly falling outside your bedroom window, tiny flurries caught in the pale glow of the streetlights. You had been absentmindedly sipping on your tea, the warmth a small comfort as you thought back to childhood memories of Christmas mornings. It had been years since you’d had a true white Christmas—so long, in fact, you could barely remember the last one. You’d sighed, mentioning this casually to Lewis a few days ago while you both were curled up on the couch.
“I’ve always wanted to experience a white Christmas again,” you’d said softly. “It just feels magical, you know? Like something out of a storybook.”
Lewis had nodded at the time, pulling you closer into his chest and murmuring something about making sure you’d get your Christmas miracle someday. You hadn’t thought much about it since then, figuring it was just another fleeting conversation.
So when Lewis walked into your shared bedroom late one evening, an excited sparkle in his eye and an air of mystery surrounding him, you had no idea what was coming.
“Pack your things,” he said, his grin infectious.
You blinked, lowering your mug. “What? Why? Where are we going?”
He chuckled, crossing the room to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “Just trust me, yeah? We’ve got a flight to catch tomorrow morning.”
“Lewis—what? A flight?” You stared at him, your mind already racing. “What are you up to?”
“You’ll see,” he teased, that mischievous glint in his eye making your heart flutter. “Just pack warm. And don’t worry about anything else—your self-care stuff is already sorted.”
You couldn’t argue with that. The next morning, you found yourself seated next to him on a private flight, still trying to piece together what was happening. Lewis, of course, was playing it cool, flipping through a magazine like he wasn’t hiding the world’s best-kept secret.
“Lewis,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. “What did you do?”
He glanced up, that cheeky smile making an appearance again. “You’ll see, love. Patience.”
You huffed but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. He had a way of making everything feel exciting, even when you didn’t know what was happening. The flight was smooth, and soon enough, you were landing in a place that seemed straight out of a winter wonderland.
As you stepped off the plane and into the crisp, snowy air, your jaw dropped. Towering pine trees dusted with fresh snow surrounded the small airport, the mountains in the distance gleaming under the winter sun. You turned to Lewis, eyes wide.
“You didn’t,” you whispered, your breath visible in the cold air.
He grinned, shrugging nonchalantly. “We’re not even at the place yet.”
A squeal escaped you as you launched yourself into his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug. “You’re amazing! I can’t believe this!”
He laughed, spinning you around once before setting you down. “Just wait, love. This is only the beginning.”
The drive to your destination was nothing short of magical. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the scenery—the way the snow blanketed everything in sight, the way the sunlight glinted off the icy rivers. Lewis kept glancing at you, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips every time he caught you marveling at the view.
Finally, you arrived at the cabin. And by “cabin,” it was more of a luxurious winter retreat. The sprawling wooden structure was nestled in a clearing, smoke curling from the chimney, and fairy lights twinkling along the roofline. You stepped out of the car, your breath catching in your throat.
“Holy moly,” you whispered. “You booked us a cabin?”
Lewis stepped beside you, slipping his arm around your waist. “Actually,” he said, his tone casual but his smile knowing, “I bought it.”
Your head whipped around to look at him. “What? You bought it?”
“Well, I figured if we’re going to make this a tradition, we’d need a place to call our own.” His eyes sparkled as he looked at you. “What do you think?”
You stared at him, your heart swelling to the point of bursting. “You’re crazy,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief.
“Crazy for you,” he countered, his voice soft and teasing.
You couldn’t help but smile, leaning in to kiss him deeply. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, my girl,” he murmured against your lips.
The days that followed were a whirlwind of Christmas magic. Lewis had planned everything to perfection. One morning, you went skiing, and though you weren’t the most graceful on the slopes, Lewis was right there with you, laughing and cheering you on.
“Okay, okay,” he said, helping you back up after yet another tumble. “Maybe skiing isn’t your thing, but you look adorable trying.”
You playfully shoved him, but his laugh was infectious, and soon you were both laughing so hard you could barely stand.
Later, you built a snowman together in the clearing behind the cabin. Lewis insisted on giving it a racing helmet, made from a spare beanie and some sticks.
“He’s got to represent,” Lewis said, standing back to admire your handiwork.
The snowball fight that followed was chaotic and full of laughter. You squealed as Lewis tackled you into a snowbank, his grin triumphant as he pinned you down.
“Say mercy,” he teased, holding a snowball over your head.
“Never!” you shot back, grabbing a handful of snow and smushing it into his face. He let out a dramatic gasp before bursting into laughter, pulling you close and rolling onto his back, both of you lying in the snow, breathless and happy.
You visited the nearby town, taking pictures by the massive Christmas tree in the town square. The twinkling lights and festive decorations made everything feel even more magical. That evening, you attended a Christmas show, the local performers putting on a charming play that had you both laughing and applauding.
Decorating the tree in the cabin became one of your favorite moments. Lewis had brought ornaments, each one carefully chosen to reflect something meaningful in your relationship—a tiny racing car, a globe for your travels, a music note for your shared love of music. By the time the tree was finished, it felt like a piece of your heart was glowing right there in the living room.
“This is perfect,” you said, standing back to admire it.
“You’re perfect,” Lewis replied, pulling you into his arms.
The final evening, after a beautiful dinner at a nearby restaurant, you walked hand-in-hand up the snow-dusted driveway to the cabin. Lewis looked dashing in his slacks and button-up shirt, and you felt like a queen in your long red dress and heels.
“This has been so beautiful,” you said, your voice soft as you gazed up at the starry sky. “I wish my family could experience this.”
Lewis smiled, his expression unreadable. “I know,” he said simply.
When you opened the cabin door, the sight that greeted you made you freeze in your tracks. There, standing in the warm glow of the living room, were your family and his, all smiling and waiting for you.
Your hands flew to your mouth as tears filled your eyes. “Oh my God!” you cried, rushing forward to hug them. “It’s so good to see you all!”
You turned to Lewis, ready to thank him, but the words died in your throat when you saw him down on one knee, a small velvet box in his hands. Your breath hitched, your hands flying to cover your mouth again.
“Lewis…” you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks.
He looked up at you, his eyes filled with love and adoration. “Y/N, you’ve made my life brighter in ways I never thought possible. Every moment with you is a gift, and I can’t imagine spending another day without you by my side. You are my heart, my home, my everything. So, Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?”
You were already nodding before he even finished, your voice breaking as you said, “Yes! Yes, of course, I’ll marry you!”
He slipped the ring onto your finger, and you threw your arms around him, kissing him deeply as your family cheered. When you finally pulled back, you whispered, “I’m so grateful for you. I love you so much. Thank you for everything.”
He smiled, his forehead resting against yours. “I love you too, my love. Anything for you.”
And as you stood there, surrounded by the people you loved most, you knew this was a Christmas you’d never forget.
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bisexuallsokka · 3 days ago
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please please please please tell me about the old fucks
send me a wip title!
nothing to see here just old fucks in old sappy love that's it 🤭
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“Are you still awake?”  Zuko hums. “Are you cold?”  Sokka considers it, then shakes his head. “No.” “Too hot?” Zuko asks, already moving his arm, but Sokka grabs it before he can go far and brings it close to him.  “No,” Sokka says, snuggling back into Zuko’s embrace. They won’t last like this for long, their seventy year old aching joints eventually needing to stretch, to spread out. But they stay as close as they can for as long as they can, an attempt to close the gap that was between them for so long.
“Is it your leg?”
Sokka lets out a huff of laughter. He turns around so that they are facing each other, noses almost touching. “I’m fine, love.” At the unimpressed glare Zuko gives him, Sokka rolls his eyes. “My leg does hurt, but it’s fine. I just…don’t want to sleep yet. I missed you today, jerkbender.”
Zuko’s face softens, and Sokka smiles as a result.
“I missed you, too. I’m glad you had a successful hunting trip though.”
“Yeah. It will be even better when we take ‘Zumi in a few days.”
Zuko snorts. “I’m sure she’s looking forward to it.”
Sokka raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you? I promise not to make fun of you if you trip over your feet again when you’re trying to sneak up on something.”
Zuko huffs, and his aching hip forces him to roll over on his back instead of his side. Sokka mirrors his movement, but shuffles close so their arms are pressed close. Their hands find each other without hesitation.
“That was ten years ago,” Zuko mumbles. “I’m much more agile now.”
“Hate to break it to you, darling, but neither of us are getting more agile with age. Izumi, on the other hand, I swear she’s getting more athletic as she ages. And she had two kids!”
Zuko laughs. “That’s our girl.”
“Yeah,” Sokka says, voice warm and soft. “Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”
Zuko turns his head to look at him. “Nothing in particular. Why?”
“Can I take you out on a date?”
Zuko’s face breaks into a wide smile. “What’s the special occasion?”
Sokka smiles. “Just that I love you,” he responds, as if it’s the truest thing he’s ever said.
Zuko grins. “Okay. It’s a date. What are we going to do?”
“It’s a surprise,” Sokka says immediately.
Zuko rolls his eyes. “You don’t have a plan.”
“I do have a plan!” Sokka protests immediately. “Where is your faith in me? I’ve been planning it for a while, just waiting for the right time.”
“Why is this the right time?”
“Just feels like it. I don’t want to wait until our anniversary, it’s too far away.”
Zuko huffs. “Twenty years. Can you believe it?”
“No,” Sokka says immediately.
Zuko knows what he means. Twenty years of marriage, but they’ve been in love for about fifty. He squeezes his husband’s hand for a second and Sokka returns it. 
“I’m worried about Korra,” Sokka says suddenly.
Zuko lets out a long breath. “It’ll be okay. She has us.”
“I just…” Sokka starts. “I don’t want to let her down. I can’t let Aang down.”
“She clearly likes you a lot,” Zuko tells him.
Sokka smiles at that. “She’s wonderful. I didn’t get to be there for Izumi when she was this little, you know? So it’s like I get a taste of that.”
Zuko doesn’t bother bringing up the fact that Izumi was a handful and a half when she was Korea’s age, even without the ability to bend four elements. He knows how much Sokka regrets not being able to be there as her father her whole life. 
He just smiles softly. “You and Korra are as thick as thieves.”
“And I worry about Katara,” Sokka adds. 
“Yeah,” Zuko agrees with a sigh. Losing Aang was hard on all of them, but it was especially painful to watch Katara lose the love of her life. “You think she’s doing okay?”
“Sometimes I catch her looking sadder than usual, but she seems to be doing better. Still,” Sokka sighs. “I can’t imagine what she must be going through. Even when we were apart, at least I knew you were still out there.”
Sokka sighs. “I was always afraid, though. What if an assassination attempt was successful, what if you got sick, what if something happened and I lost you without being able to tell you how much I still loved you?”
Zuko is startled when he sees a tear slip down Sokka’s cheek and he sits up. “Sokka—“
“Spirits, I was a coward,” Sokka says, choking out a harsh self deprecating laugh. 
“We were both cowards,” Zuko says, the only thing coming to his mind right now, but it makes Sokka laugh, so it works, and he keeps talking. It’s been a long time since they talked about this, about their break up and the years they spent apart. “I had the same fears too, you know.”
Sokka moves to wipe the tears from his eyes, but Zuko beats him to it. He keeps his hands on his cheeks, waiting until Sokka looks at him to continue. 
“I know we lost a lot of time together. I will never stop regretting that. But we have had nearly twenty amazing years together now, and I’m so grateful for each and every day I get with you, Sokka. What matters is that we are here now, and we have each other.”
“We have each other,” Sokka echoes, then sniffs. “And we are going to be together until we are a hundred years old and we pass away peacefully in our sleep at the exact same time.”
Zuko huffs out a laugh. “Sounds like a good life. I am more than okay with that.”
Sokka gives him a watery smile, then takes a deep breath. “Wow, I’m getting sappy in my old age.”
“You’ve always been a big sap,” Zuko points out, and Sokka scoffs. 
“Excuse you, I am a brave warrior and defender of my people,” he says. 
“You can be all of those things and also a sap,” Zuko says. 
“I’m your sap,” Sokka says. 
“You’re just proving my point,” Zuko says. 
Sokka smiles, not looking away from Zuko. Zuko lets his thumbs brush the skin on Sokka’s cheek, lets himself appreciate all the ways Sokka’s body has changed, the signs that show he lived a long, good life. The wrinkles from his smiles and laughter are new, but those are still the same eyes he fell in love with. 
“Remember when we would stay up talking those days leading up to the end of the war?” Zuko asks. 
Sokka smiles. “Always. We both knew we couldn’t sleep because of everything going on, but it was nice to pretend that we just wanted to chat.”
“You should get some sleep,” Zuko says. 
Sokka makes a face. “But I want to keep talking to you.”
Zuko huffs a laugh. “Save it for the morning, okay? Or for our date.”
Sokka seems satisfied with this. “Okay. In the morning.”
They lie back down, pressed close, and Sokka leans over to kiss Zuko’s forehead. “Goodnight, love.”
“Goodnight. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“Zuko?” 
Sokka’s tone wakes Zuko from sleep instantly. 
“What’s wr–?” he starts, seeing the terrified look on his face, but Sokka motions him to stop talking.
Zuko strains his ears, but he can’t hear anything.
“Something is wrong,” Sokka says, grabbing his sword and lunging outside. 
Zuko scrambles after him. “Sokka?”
In the darkness, Zuko sees a shape move. He throws a fireball above their head to illuminate them, and doesn’t recognize the shadow. 
A child cries.
“They’ve got Korra!” Sokka yells.
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dragonfly0808 · 10 hours ago
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Hiatus
So… this is a post I’ve been debating with myself these past 2/3 weeks on whether to make or not.
Some of yall may have noticed that I’ve been taking quite a few breaks from s4 and I have unfortunately just finally allowed myself to acknowledge that I’ve hit a bit of a writing block when it comes to my Winx Club rewrite.
I’ve had a few frustrations during s4 (even though I’ve managed to keep my writing up to my own personal standards, it’s been very difficult) and- despite being halfway through the season, unlike past seasons I still have no idea what I’m going to do with s5 and it’s just been getting to me.
And now I am forced to accept that if I keep forcing myself to churn out chapters and stressing out over keeping you all waiting until I’m satisfied with every chapter, the only thing I’ll do is kill my creativity and my love for this rewrite.
I’ve been working on this rewrite for nearly 3 years and it kinda low-key shames me to say that I am officially placing it on hiatus.
To me ‘taking a break’ and ‘hiatus’ are 2 completely different things, I know I’ve taken breaks before but I always had some vague idea of when I’d return but this time… I just don’t know.
I have been working on my Original Novel and works for other fandoms that have just been filling me with inspiration in a way I haven't been able to feel with Winx Club for a bit now.
I hope I have built up enough trust over these past 3 years for you all to believe me when I say that I will be back. I am not the type to leave things unfinished, especially a story that means so much to me and that I am so very proud of and that has helped me grow so much as a writer and has helped me get through some difficult times and express certain emotions and grief in a way I never could’ve if I hadn’t dived into this 3 long years ago.
I was really hoping to post chapters for Xmas and New Years as I have past years but I just can’t- HOWEVER, on January 28th, the third anniversary of Veiled Wings and Shattered Panoramas, I will post… something. I don’t know if it will be a chapter or not but I will do something for the anniversary.
If you wanna know what I’ll be up to; I will be working on my Original Novel since I have finally landed on exactly what idea I want to work on. I will also be working on 2 projects, one for ATLA (Zutara post-canon self-indulgent thingy) and another one that I honestly don’t know if I’ll go through with since it’d be a pretty big project and I’m still thinking about how I’d go about it, but that I am very inspired and excited about.
So yeah, thank you all for your never ending support and- again, I WILL BE BACK, this is not an abandonment of the rewrite, it’s just me having to prioritize my mental health and protect both my love for writing and my love for the rewrite. I’ll be going through my inbox this next week and answer a bunch of stuff that I just haven’t really looked through in a while.
Thank you so much for understanding and for your support. I hope you will wait for the return of the rewrite and that maybe you will give my other projects a chance when I post them. I will be posting a lot of my inner thoughts on the rewrite and my other projects chapters + thoughts on my Ko-fi if you wanna check that out.
I wish you all Happy Holidays!
With eternal love and gratitude,
Yours Truly, Dragonfly
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sturnswrites · 3 days ago
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guarded hearts - pt.8
fratboy!chris x fem!reader
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⤳ you meet chris while working on a class project, your personalities are very different but chris is determined to get you out of your shell.
⤳ resolving angst, fluff
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The silence after Chris leaves your apartment is deafening. The door clicking shut feels final, like a chapter of your life closing. You don’t move from the bed for a long time, staring at the spot where he stood just moments ago. His voice, his pleading eyes—they’re burned into your memory, and no matter how much you want to push them away, you can’t.
You should feel relieved. You stood my ground. You told him to leave. But the second he walked out that door, the loneliness crept back in, stronger and heavier than before.
The nights that follow are endless. You toss and turn, the empty space next to you a cruel reminder of how many nights he stayed, holding you close, whispering things that made you believe you were safe with him. Now, the silence is unbearable, stretching across the room and settling in your chest like a weight you can’t shake.
You cry more than you want to admit. To yourself, to anyone. Your roommates try to distract you, dragging you out for coffee or insisting on movie nights, but nothing fills the void. Every time your phone buzzes, you hope it’s him—even though you were the one who told him to leave.
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Chris’s Point of View
Leaving her room was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Every instinct screamed at me to stay, to keep begging her to let me fix this, to hold her until she believed I wouldn’t leave again. But the pain in her voice, the way her body was stiff even as she cried—it told me everything I needed to know. I had broken her.
The walk back to my apartment feels endless. My chest is tight, my hands trembling as I unlock the door and step into the darkness. I don’t bother turning on the lights; the darkness feels appropriate. I collapse on the couch, staring at the ceiling, her words replaying in my head like a broken record.
“You broke me, Chris.”
I should’ve known this would happen. I thought I was doing the right thing by pulling back, by trying to protect her from me. But instead, I became the exact thing I was afraid of—a source of pain in her life.
The days blur together. I barely leave my apartment, ignoring texts from my friends, dodging questions about why I haven’t been at parties. The only thing I can think about is her—what she’s doing, if she’s okay, if she’s as miserable as I am.
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It takes you days to muster the courage to even think about seeing him again. The hurt is still fresh, raw, but beneath it, there’s something else—an ache that won’t go away, a pull you can’t ignore.
You tell yourself you’re stupid, that you’re setting yourself up for heartbreak all over again. But no matter how much you try to convince yourself to let him go, you can’t.
When you finally decide to go to his apartment, your hands are shaking the entire walk there. Your mind is racing, every step filled with doubt and second-guessing. What if he slams the door in my face? What if he’s done with me? What if I’m making a mistake?
Before you can chicken out, you knock. The sound echoes in the quiet hallway, and your heart pounds as you wait.
The door opens, and there he is—Chris, looking just as wrecked as you feel. His hair is messy, his eyes tired, and for a moment, he just stares at you, like he can’t believe you’re standing here.
“Y/N,” he says softly, his voice hoarse.
“I—can I come in?” you ask, your voice trembling.
He nods immediately, stepping aside to let you in.
The apartment is dim, cluttered in a way that screams he’s been neglecting everything. Empty takeout containers sit on the counter, and a blanket is haphazardly thrown on the couch. The sight of it tugs at something inside you, a reminder that you’re not the only one who’s been falling apart.
You stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure where to start. The air between you two is heavy, filled with everything left unsaid.
“What are you doing here?” he asks again, his voice softer this time.
You let out a shaky breath, staring at the floor. “I don’t know,” you admit. “I’ve been trying to figure that out since I knocked on your door.”
Chris doesn’t say anything, and the silence stretches. It’s unbearable, like it might crush you if you don’t fill it.
“I thought I could move on,” you say, your voice trembling. “I thought if I stayed away long enough, it wouldn’t hurt so much. But it hasn’t stopped hurting, Chris. It just keeps getting worse.”
You glance up at him, and the look on his face—hopeful, broken, desperate—makes your chest tighten.
“Y/N…”
“No, let me finish,” you interrupt, holding up a hand. “I don’t know if this is a mistake. I don’t know if I’m setting myself up to get hurt again. But being without you—it’s killing me.”
His expression crumples, and he steps closer, his hands twitching at his sides like he wants to reach for you but isn’t sure if he’s allowed. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?” he asks, his voice breaking. “Every second of every day, Y/N. I’ve missed you so much it feels like I can’t breathe.”
You swallow hard, tears stinging your eyes. “Then why did you leave? Why did you make me feel like I wasn’t good enough? Like I wasn’t worth staying for?”
Chris flinches like you’ve slapped him, his face twisting in pain. “I was scared,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I was so scared of messing things up, of hurting you, that I did the one thing I promised myself I’d never do. I hurt you anyway.”
“Yeah, you did,” you say, your voice cracking. “You hurt me more than anyone else ever has, Chris. Because I trusted you. I let you in, and you left.”
“I know,” he says, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “I know, and I hate myself for it. But I’m here now, Y/N. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. If you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that you can trust me again.”
You stare at him, your heart aching at the raw vulnerability in his voice. “How am I supposed to believe that, Chris? How am I supposed to believe you won’t leave again the second things get hard?”
“You don’t have to believe me right now,” he says, stepping closer. “But let me show you. Let me prove it. Because I can’t lose you again, Y/N. I can’t.”
The tears spill over before you can stop them, and you wipe at your face angrily, hating how exposed you feel. “You broke me, Chris,” you whisper. “I don’t know if I can put myself back together for you.”
Chris’s voice breaks as he replies, “You don’t have to put yourself back together alone. Let me help you. Please, Y/N.”
You close your eyes, the weight of his words pressing down on you. Every instinct screams at you to protect yourself, to run before you get hurt again. But there’s a small, fragile part of you that wants to believe him. That wants to believe you can find your way back to each other.
“I’m scared,” you admit, your voice trembling. “I’m scared of getting hurt again. I’m scared of putting my trust in you and having it break me all over again. But being without you… it hurts more than the fear. It hurts more than anything.”
Chris moves closer, his hands reaching for yours but stopping just short, like he’s afraid you’ll pull away. “Y/N,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll never hurt you again. I swear. I know I messed up, and I know I don’t deserve this, but if you let me try—if you let me prove myself—I’ll spend every day showing you that you can trust me.”
His words wash over you, and for the first time in weeks, the tightness in your chest eases just a little.
“You have to mean it, Chris,” you say, your voice firm despite the tears in your eyes. “I can’t go through this again. I can’t handle it if you change your mind or decide I’m not worth it.”
“You are worth it,” he says immediately, his voice breaking. “You’ve always been worth it. I was just too stupid to see that I was pushing away the best thing in my life. But I see it now, Y/N. And I’m not going to mess this up again.”
You stare at him, searching his face for any sign of doubt, any hint that he doesn’t mean what he’s saying. But all you see is sincerity, raw and unfiltered.
“Okay,” you whisper finally, your voice barely audible.
“Okay?” he asks, his eyes wide.
“Okay,” you repeat, nodding. “But this is your last chance, Chris. If you break my heart again, that’s it.”
He doesn’t hesitate. “I won’t,” he promises, his voice steady. “I won’t.”
When he pulls you into his arms, you let yourself believe him. Just this once, you let yourself hope.
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Rebuilding with Chris feels like learning to walk again—hesitant, unsteady, but full of determination. Every step forward is deliberate, built on a foundation of late-night conversations and whispered reassurances.
He’s patient with you, more than you ever expected. There’s no rush, no pressure, just quiet understanding. The first time you hold hands again, it’s during a walk through the park. His fingers intertwined with yours, warm and steady, and for the first time in a long time, you feel safe.
You spend nights talking until dawn, the words spilling out like they’ve been trapped for too long. Chris tells you stories from his childhood, his biggest fears, his dreams. You open up about your past, the parts of you you’ve always been afraid to share. He listens without judgment, his eyes soft and full of something you’re still learning to trust.
One night, the two of you make pancakes in your kitchen. They’re a disaster—burnt on one side and raw on the other—but Chris laughs so hard he almost drops the pan. “I think we’ve discovered a new low for culinary arts,” he says, grinning as he flips the pancake onto the counter instead of the plate.
You laugh too, the sound surprising even you. It feels good—light, unburdened.
“Maybe we should stick to cereal,” you reply, leaning against the counter.
He smirks, sliding an arm around your waist. “Or we could just keep burning pancakes together. Could be our thing.”
The intimacy of the moment makes your heart ache in the best way.
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A few weeks later, Chris invites you to a party at his frat. This time, you feel different walking into the crowded house. His hand rests on the small of your back, steady and sure, guiding you through the chaos.
The music is loud, and the room is packed, but Chris stays close, always keeping you within arm’s reach. At one point, he leans down, his breath warm against your ear. “You doing okay?”
You nod, smiling up at him. “Yeah, I’m good.”
You both make your way to the kitchen, where his friends are gathered around the makeshift bar. Chris greets them with his usual charm, his confidence infectious. But when he introduces you, there’s something different in his tone.
“This is Y/N,” he says, his arm slipping around my shoulders. He looks at you like you’re the only person in the room. “My girlfriend.”
The word sends a rush of warmth through you, and you can’t help but smile. His friends greet you warmly, their jokes lighthearted and teasing. But it’s Chris’s hand in yours, his thumb brushing against your skin, that keeps me grounded.
Later, you both find a quieter corner of the house, away from the noise. Chris pulls you onto a worn couch, his arm draped over your shoulders. You sit there for a while, talking and laughing like it’s just the two of you.
“Did you ever think we’d get here?” you ask, your voice soft.
Chris tilts his head, his eyes meeting yours. “I hoped. Even when I thought I’d messed everything up, I hoped. I didn’t want to lose you, Y/N.”
You reach for his hand, squeezing it gently. “You almost did.”
He nods, his expression serious. “I know. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure I never come close to that again.”
For the first time, you believe him completely.
As the night winds down, Chris leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The warmth of it settles deep in your chest, a reminder that maybe, just maybe, some risks are worth taking.
And as you leave the party together, his hand in yours, you know we’re not just rebuilding. You’re creating something entirely new. Something strong. Something real. Something worth guarding.
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This is the last chapter! Ah I love the two of them so much and a little happy ending 
⭒ margot
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merrybloomwrites · 20 hours ago
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You Can Start A Family (Extra: Telling the Parents & Celebrating the Holidays)
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Summary: It's time to celebrate the holidays with Mitch, Harry, and Sarah's families but before that can happen, you need to fill them in on the truth about your relationship.
WC: 3.2K
CW: mentions of past family deaths, alcohol consumption
AN: I've been feeling oddly nostalgic about the beginning of this series (I cannot believe I posted the first chapter a year and a half ago!). I wasn't sure exactly where this extra would take me, but I like that I was able to go down memory lane a little bit.
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The first holiday season spent as a foursome was very laid back. You were still recovering from your pneumonia and septic infection, so it was decided very quickly that you would take it easy. You’d spent quality time together doing all of the classic Christmas traditions. 
Your favorite thing about that time was naps by the tree. You, Sarah, Mitch, and Harry had spent an afternoon together decorating it, and it looked perfect. The living room looked straight out of a Christmas card, and was just so cozy, especially with the fireplace going and jazzy holiday music playing softly in the background. Plus your girlfriend and boyfriends were more than happy to cuddle you at any time.
So yea, snuggles on the couch while living in a winter wonderland was the happiest Christmas you’d had in years.
This year though. This year would be a bit different. Not bad! Just, a lot more activity. 
All four of you would be traveling to England to spend the holidays with Harry and Sarah’s families. 
You had worked out a system that would make everyone happy. Thanksgiving with Mitch’s family, Christmas with Harry’s and New Years with Sarah’s. It was the perfect plan! 
Except that you hadn’t yet told their families that all four of you are in a relationship. And you all knew that had to happen before seeing them for the holidays. 
You’d been with Mitch and Sarah for a year and a half at this point, and Harry and joined a few months later. But no one really knew how to explain the details of your relationship. Sure the four of you were always together, but everyone assumes it was two separate couples, like a constant double date situation. It’s time to finally set the story straight.
You start with Mitch’s parents, since you see them somewhat frequently. When you sit down and tell them, it’s clear that they’re confused. But after a bit of explaining, they seem to understand. Or at least they try their best, but it’s definitely a learning curve. You’re all just relieved that they’re not upset in any way, and after a couple more dinners together, it’s clear that Mark and Tammy are fully on board and supportive.
Sarah’s family is next, done over Facetime. They’re very free spirited, and apparently a four person relationship is no big deal to them. They like Harry, and they’ve heard good things about you from Sarah, and seeing more people love their daughter is a good thing in their eyes.
Harry’s family is last, also done on video calls. You start with his sister, Gemma, since she has been around the four of you most. When Harry starts to explain she has a look on her face you can’t quite figure out. 
“Guys, you think we don’t know?” Gemma says when Harry is done telling the story.
All four of you are taken aback, not having gotten this reaction yet.
“What do you mean?” Harry asks.
“Mum and I have known for a while,” she says. 
“How long?” You ask.
“We started wondering last year when you were sick. I guess we technically didn’t know for sure, but we’ve assumed since then,” she answers. 
With this new information, you guys decide to add Harry’s mum into the call. She’s confused at first but Gemma cheekily says, “They have something to tell you,” and Anne’s face turns from befuddled to knowing.
It’s an easy conversation, and she is nothing but happy that the four of you have each other.
With all the families in the know, your stress over the holiday season has lifted. Now you’re just excited to actually celebrate with other people. In the years since your immediate family had died, you’d always received invites to spend the holidays with friends or more distant relatives. 
It was nice to be included, but it hurt more to see these happy full families celebrating together. The year prior to meeting Sarah, Mitch, and Harry you had decided to stay home for the holidays. It was dark, and lonely, but at least you didn’t have to pretend to be happy and having fun. 
But now you have people to share it with. And you find yourself counting down the days with excitement rather than dread. 
Thanksgiving at Mitch’s parents isn’t all that different from a typical dinner with them. But you are in that small group who actually loves turkey and all the traditional sides, so it’s a real treat for you. 
The house is decorated with classic autumn colors and the lights are dimmed, allowing candles to create a soft glow for the evening. 
It’s so lovely to be able to share affection with all your partners. For so long you could only be this close with Harry, and it always made you feel like you were leaving the others out. 
While you’re not huge fans of public displays of affection, there are occasional kisses and hand holding. When you all retire to the living room to chill with some post dinner drinks, Mitch’s parents don’t bat an eye that you are curled up to Mitch’s side while Sarah and Harry sit close together. 
You know it must be a lot for them to come to terms with, having seen their son with his wife for years. Learning he now has another boyfriend and girlfriend is a big change, and you’re grateful that they are so chill about it. 
Later you’re in the kitchen washing some of the wine glasses when Mitch’s mom comes up to you.
“I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised,” she says.
“About what?” you ask curiously.
“About the four of you. When Mitch started working with Harry, he talked about him all the time. Which, as you know, is a bit out of character for him. Part of me thought maybe something was going to happen between the two boys. When Mitch met Sarah he couldn't stop talking about her either, and it was clear there was something special there. And then came you.”
She pauses for a moment, but before you can worry she continues. “During the hardest time in my life, you appeared, like an angel who delivers delicious Italian food,” she says with a laugh. “From the start you were family to us. I could see the way Mitch and Sarah cared about you. And there was a shift after that weekend Mark and I spent at the cabin and you stayed here with them. When you told them about your family. I thought they were just more protective after hearing that your loved ones had passed. But it was more than that, wasn’t it?”
You blush and shyly answer, “That was the first time they kissed me.”
“I figured. And you’re happy with the three of them? They make you happy, take care of you?”
“Oh absolutely. They’re wonderful to me, all of them. I feel so safe and loved when I’m with them,” you reply.
“Then that’s what matters. I will say, it’s a bit of a new concept to me, but the four of you seem to have something special, and I’m glad you all have each other. And if there’s anything you ever need, you know I’m here for you too, right?”
You smile and nod before she pulls you in for a tight hug. 
Having finished up in the kitchen the two of you walk back to the living room together, and you catch the pleased look on Mitch’s face as he watches you interact with his mom. The evening wraps up shortly after that, and the four of you make your way home. 
In bed that night you reflect on your conversation with Tammy. You know that no one will ever replace your parents, but it’s nice to have people so willing to help fill that gap in your life. With a full heart, you fall asleep wrapped in Sarah’s arms. 
The next couple of weeks fly by in a flurry of holiday planning. 
When it’s time for your flight to England, you’re happy to have three people to travel with. Sure, you’re good at being independent, and you’ve managed to travel solo a few times before, but it’s always nice to have other people with you. Especially when the weather delays, then cancels your flight. You’re impressed watching Harry so quickly fix the situation and get you all on a new flight leaving only a couple hours late.
You’re all tired once you finally take off, and you rest your head against Harry’s shoulder, trying, and mostly failing to nap. 
When you arrive in England, it’s clear your group has been spotted. Harry keeps an arm around you, ensuring you’re protected in case there are any fans or paps who get out of hand.
Luckily it seems to be just a few respectful fans who only want to say hi. They aren’t disappointed when Harry politely tells them he has to keep moving, as his sister is there to pick them up and he doesn’t want to keep her waiting. 
When you do make it outside, Gemma comes running up, first hugging her brother, then pulling you in a tight embrace. “I’m so glad you’re all here!” she exclaims as she hugs Mitch and Sarah as well. You all load into the car, and Gemma begins the drive to their mum's house. 
Anne greets you with warm hugs and a delicious meal, fretting over all of you after your long day of traveling. After everyone finishes eating lunch, Harry quickly gets up to start cleaning the dishes. 
“Put that down, love,” Anne says. “I appreciate the help, but you guys look like you’re about to pass out. You should go rest for a little bit. Harry, show them up to your room, everything is ready for you all.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, ever the helpful gentleman.
“I’m sure. Go rest so you can help me with dinner,” she replies with a smirk.
Harry does as he’s told and leads the three of you up to his bedroom. He’s surprised when he opens the door and sees his desk is gone in order to make room for a new, very large bed.
“Mum, what is all this?” he shouts out.
Anne appears and answers, “Well, I figured the four of you would be quite squished on your old bed. It was starting to wear anyway, so this made the most sense.”
“You didn’t have to do that. At the very least I should be paying for it-”
“Nonsense,” she says, cutting him off. “I’m happy to do it. I want you all to be comfortable here. Make sure you keep coming back for visits!” she jokes.
“Thank you,” Harry says, leaning down to give her another hug. 
“Of course my darling. Now go, rest, all of you,” she replies, ushering the four of you into the room.
She’s absolutely right about you guys being tired, and within minutes all of you are asleep in a big jumble on the bed. 
Feeling refreshed later that evening, you have a lovely dinner with Anne, ending the night with Christmas movies in the living room. 
The next day is Christmas Eve, and there’s much preparation that needs to be done. Luckily there are plenty of you to help with all of the cleaning and cooking, since a bit of Harry’s extended family will be coming for dinner. 
Around midday you’re in the kitchen with Anne, helping prepare some of the side dishes. You work in companionable silence for a while, and you can’t help but think about your family. How you wish they were here with you, could see how happy you are. A wave of grief threatens to overwhelm you, but then Harry pops in the room, giving you a big smile and pressing a kiss to your head. 
Mitch and Sarah enter a moment later, their faces bright and cheerful as well, and just like that they’ve prevented overwhelming grief. You’re still sad, still miss your family, but this reminder of the love you have surrounded you makes it bearable. 
The evening is lovely, and you enjoy getting to meet more of Harry’s relatives. The dinner is delicious, and everyone shares happy stories. It’s a room filled with joy, but even then, you still feel just a bit of sadness for those who are missing.
In bed that night you curl up next to Sarah, Mitch on your other side and Harry behind him. 
Sensing that something is on your mind, Sarah asks, “Are you alright, love?”
“Yea,” you reply in a quiet voice. “I just love you all, so much. Thank you for loving me.”
They know that there’s more than what you’re saying, but you’ve been together long enough that they don’t have to ask. Holidays are hard for you, and they all vowed to support and comfort you long ago. So they do just that, holding you tighter and telling you how much they love you, how happy they are to have met you, how excited they are to spend life with you.
Soothed by the three people you love most, you fall into a peaceful sleep. 
The next morning you’re all greeted to the best surprise. A light coating of snow fell overnight, creating the most picturesque Christmas scene. It’s a calm morning filled with gift exchanges and a delicious brunch. Harry then leads the three of you on a walk around the neighborhood, pointing out places that are special to him. 
It’s one of the best Christmas Day’s you’ve had in years.
The next few days are peaceful, and you find yourself wanting to stay there forever, hiding in this perfect little bubble.
But you’re also excited to go spend time with Sarah’s family. You haven’t spent much time with them before, having only seen them briefly on two different occasions. And while you’re nervous about making a good impression, from what you know of them, they’re very laid back and nonjudgmental. 
It’s a tearful goodbye as you leave Cheshire. Never one to hide his emotions, Harry does nothing to stop the tears that slide down his cheeks as he leaves his mum’s house. The sadness is short-lived though, and by the time you get to Sarah’s an hour later, everyone is cheerful once again.
Sarah’s parents are unlike any parents you’ve ever met before. Which shouldn’t surprise you, knowing Sarah as well as you do. Any parents who encouraged their young child to follow their passion and become a professional drummer are probably pretty chill. 
Within the first hour you’re there Sarah’s dad says, “Heard my daughter’s been teaching you to drum.”
“She is,” you reply with a smile.
“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” he says, walking out of the room.
It’s clear you’re meant to follow, and you’re grateful that Sarah comes with the two of you. It’s not that you’re uncomfortable, just unsure of what is about to happen.
He leads you to the garage, where album art decorates the walls and numerous instruments are scattered throughout the space. 
“Sarah, go get those boys of yours, let’s see what you all can do together,” he says. 
While she’s gone he turns to you and says, “So, four people together. Bit unorthodox. But you all seem to make it work.”
“Yea, we’re really happy together. I can’t imagine my life without all three of them in it,” you answer. 
“Whose idea was it?”
“Uhm, well, Mitch and Sarah both approached me, so I’m not really sure.”
“Bet it was Sarah. My girl’s never been afraid to go after what she wants, even if it’s not what's ‘normal’ or ‘typical’. Now, show me what she’s taught you so far.”
It’s a bit nerve wracking to be playing for him, but from the second you pick up the sticks that fear washes away. Because he’s immediately smiling at you and nodding along. There’s a look of pride that you assume is for his daughter, that he’s impressed by her skills and her ability to share that with others.
Sarah walks back in with the boys just as you finish playing and he walks over to her. He wraps an arm around her and says, “Excellent job teaching her, my love.”
You smile and you watch the interaction and then he’s walking over to you. He places his hands on your shoulders before saying, “And you! You have real talent, and I can tell you’ve worked very hard. You should be very proud of that, I know I am.” It’s one of the best compliments you’ve received in a while, and it means so much coming from him. 
The rest of the afternoon is spent in the garage playing music before you all head to a nice restaurant for dinner. 
The next day is New Years Eve, and Sarah’s parents have a tradition of going downtown for the celebration thrown there. The few blocks in the center are roped off, and once you pay to get in you can get access to all the stores, restaurants, and bars. 
The night starts normally with a casual dinner together. And then things start to get a bit more wild. After the third different bar you lose count, but the one with the piano battle may be your favorite. 
When the clock strikes midnight the four of you all exchange kisses, for once not worried what people will think. 
An hour later the six of you are walking back home. It’s not exactly a short walk, and it is quite cold out, but in your group’s inebriated state, it seems like the best idea.
You’re hand in hand with Sarah, her father on your other side with his arm slung around your shoulders. 
“Ya know,” he starts. “I was always surprised when Sarah settled with a man. Always thought she’d at least bring home a girlfriend or two, even if she was into men as well.”
“Dad!” she exclaims through embarrassed laughter.
“No, no, don’t get me wrong. I love Mitch, you know that. Honestly you kids seem to have it figured out. The four of you are really great together, that’s easy to see. You get to have all these different dynamics, and three people to lean on when you need them. And I do love your boys, but I will say, I’m grateful you got me another daughter.” He ruffles your hair as he says that, and while you know these are drunken ramblings, you can tell he’s sincere. It makes you feel so warm inside, and you feel Sarah squeeze your hand, as she’s fully aware of how much this means to you.
The rest of your trip to England passes in a blur, and after an uneventful day of traveling back to the states, you’re glad to be home.
Sitting in bed that night you reflect on the past month and a half, how different it’s been and how happy it’s made you. 
Having Harry, Mitch, and Sarah as your partners has been an absolute blessing. But being so accepted by their families is a true gift, and you’re so grateful to have all of them in your life.
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AN: Happy holidays! Thank you so much for reading!
The next extra will be spicy, potentially one of the dirtier/kinkier ones I've written sooo we'll see how that goes haha
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kisasan · 2 years ago
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ryomaandgundhamkin · 12 days ago
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did you guys miss back when I just randomly posted nexus doodles like this
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shij-ko0 · 8 days ago
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*old man voice* Back in my day, this game used to be to be absolute peak—
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cyber-bytes · 5 months ago
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I am impressed by how I cant remember what I tweet sometimes
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exopelagic · 5 months ago
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WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME BURROWS END WASNT FREE
#I DIDNT TALK TO ANYONE ABOUT IT BUT STILL. SOMEONE SHOULDVE WARNED ME BEFORE I GOT COMPLETELY INVESTED#I know next to nothing abt dimension 20 I’m pretty sure I just saw a post abt burrows end specifically MONTHS ago and was like 👀👀👀#opened a tab with the first episode to watch later and promptly forgot about it#until last night! having a bad night and was like hrm what if I just watch smth#and I’ve been reading watership down recently!! finally got my own copy bc it was my favourite book when I was like NINE#so I am fully primed to fall in love with a story abt little animals rn and man#I am OBSESSED with this and also realising yeah I’m at a point where I could get very into tabletop rpgs now#what if. what if I just get dropout. what if I just do that. would that not be fun. I would like to see the stoats do stuff#i am so in love with Ava and her player and I understand so much more about brennan lee mulligan now. and VIOLA#viola may be my favourite character I’m obsessed with how she interacts with other characters.m#i NEED to know what’s up with thorn’s cult thing. and also thorn. what is going on there#hrrgrhehh the thing that’s holding me back is I’m allergic to subscriptions#impermanence. even though I know it’s fairly unlikely I’ll wanna watch it again any time soon I don’t like the idea that I’d have to like#in a couple years pay for it again or not be able to bc I can’t afford it even though I already paid for it once#I’m a books + cartridge games guy and it shows.#okay. I will chew on this. the price is not unreasonable and I have coincidentally also been looking at make some noise clips#it does not help that I basically never watch things but my favourite podcast is also ending within the next month (2 episodes left)#and this IS primarily audio so I could cook + watch mayhaps. and I’ve heard good things abt all other d20.#they have a 20% off first year deal on. annual would make me less stressed long term if I end up liking this bc cheaper + choice premade#and would also mean I can do it now and not feel bad abt wasting the first month bc I won’t be able to watch much for a few weeks#fuck it I’m allowed to make frivolous purchases sometimes I will simply swallow the subscription distaste#more stoats >:)#that aside all the players are incredible I’m pretty sure when this is done I’ll wanna watch other seasons just to see what else they do#okay go do the thing I believe in you you can spend money sometimes#luke.txt#update I downloaded the app. I am putting off the decision for another day now bc it’s 1:21am and I have not been thinking clearly <3
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kavehater · 1 month ago
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I fear I do not know what to do now that I’m free 🫠
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whenthegoldrays · 7 months ago
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Hmm
#pondering#I can’t believe it’s been a year since I gave up on my last crush#it seems like so long ago I feel like I’ve lived eight lifetimes since then#but it also feels like just yesterday#and yet I feel so…. distant from him#I mean I also never see him anymore#the only reason I did then is because I’d seek him out#and even then….#idk what I’m trying to say#just that things change#and myself of two years ago would be amazed#that I’m able to have a normal life and think about him minimally and painlessly#because two years ago I was in the DUMPS#I went through this intense phase where I just felt like I *had* to be with him and got to the point where I’d just cry out of fear that#that I’d die before I got a chance to make him fall in love with me#it was so bad I was so paranoid and lovesick and and and.. ough#I still remember that night so well#it was also a Wednesday like today and it had been an awful day and I had a headache#and I just thought. I can’t take this anymore. where are we even going. he’s never going to notice me never#i GIVE UP#it was mostly an impulse but looking back I’m so glad I followed that particular impulse#it’s like when Edmund walked out of Mary’s house not because he was super resolved but more on an impulse of the moment#just felt like the thing to do. and I may have regretted it once or twice afterwards but in the end it absolutely WAS the right call#and a couple months later YOU-KNOW-WHO showed up#absolutely insane events happening to me last year.#but now ​I feel like the girl from that one video#“girl who is going to be okay” djdjdhdh#but really! I will be!#and I am even! just taking it one day at a time#elly's posts
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humankk · 2 years ago
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(Try drawing Frisk again after... not doing so for a long while, seriously I mean... last time it come off kind of not good but I think this one is great!)
(...the hands was supposed to uhh, move to the side but I forgot in the middle and make the effect to make it look like it’s tapping instead so uhh, ignore that?) 
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sluttyten · 2 years ago
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Fucking wild day at work today like what the fuck
#like it wasn’t all that wild until literally the last two minutes of my shift when I walked outside looking for one of the shift managers#because my GM was on a conference call and the other two shift managers that were there plus another one who had just like stopped by were#all nowhere to be seen#any fucking way….. I walked outside because I knew that the one that stopped by was out there talking to the one that opened this morning#and I walk out there like who is in charge right now and they were like idk and then I started to be like oh well I just needed some#questions answered about stuff before I leave (which I ended up saying fuck it and not asking or saying anything about those things)#but then!!!! (also keep in mind these two shift managers are my closest work friends and the one has been working with me since day 1 over 4#years ago and the other has been around for the past like 2.5 years probably?? but like we worked together every day pretty much)#anyway I say that about having questions and start to tell them and they’re like well it doesn’t matter#or it didn’t matter to the one or something like that BECAUSE SHE IUST GOT FUCKING FIRED#AND I SWESR TO GOd I WAS LIKE DID I HUST MISHEAR THAT WHAT THE FUCJ DO YOU MEAN YOU JUST GOT FIRED#FOR WHAT?!? what could she possibly have done?#and it’s some big long bullshit and I just can’t believe it#so I stood out there for another few minutes on the clock not paying any attention to wtf is going on in the store because literally what#the hell but eventually I was like I’m just gonna walk in and clock out#but we still didn’t know who was in charge and then like 3 of us were leaving but no one new had come in yet so I just had to interrupt the#GM on his call (with our district manager sitting beside him) to be like can I leave? and then I just clocked out and went and stood outside#for like 45 minutes with my friends talking about the absolutely bullshittiness of the entire situation#like I can’t believe it#and I’m sure that she can’t believe it either#it was literally out of nowhere#our GM didn’t even know about it until after she’d been fired like it came from higher up in corporate and I just…. I hate this for her#but at the same time and she said this too that she was comfortable here (same) and if she wasn’t fired she probably wouldn’t have quit for#a long long time and like… same here#but if the other shift manager that I’m friends with quits she better tell me first and we’ll put our two weeks in together#I’m not fucking staying when everyone I like working with is Gina#because days they’re not there o fucking hate it#we went from having a good core group of people every day to it just being the three of us and now it’s just the two of us#plus like another 3/4 people that I usually love working with#though one of them irritates me a lot too but she’s been there since the start for me too (and she’s also on the brink of quitting)
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