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[pufflypuffle]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Thomas Jefferson gets over his ego to share the fire place with his rival. 

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This was supposed to be for the second day prompt for Hamcember but I was not having a good time so it’s a little lot late

[pufflypuffle]

My dear friend

-This is very personal and I kinda went into metaphor territory. Hypothetically this goes out to all my internet friends but I want to say it's written for @a-mad-tea-time who inspired me to write this.

-This hasn't been edited. I haven't read over it again. Just me and the feels at 3am

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My dear friend,

It's late, later than I should be awake. But does it really matter? In the end no matter if I get up at 8 or 12, I will still do the same things. Every day.

Things are getting repetitive, but if I really think about it, things were always repetitive. The only difference now is that I only have the repetitive things left to do. I have spend enough time, sitting at my desk and thinking about this situation.

The whole world is standing still and I just want to run. Maybe I shouldn't complain. It could be worse.

Being stuck inside feels like losing something. A friend, a part of me, maybe something else, who knows? And the more I think about it, the more confusing it gets. I just know that I feel alone. I know I'm not but it feels like four walls is all I get, the world out there behind them and no way out for me.

But should I really say that? I don't know what I'm feeling really. Am I scared? Sad? Or just not happy?

This sounds like all I do in here is sit in my chair and be sad but that's wrong. I have lots of happy moments, even when stuck in these four walls. I've built myself a window and used a wifi connection as the handle to open it..and it's amazing. It's not helping everything but I can look out, interact and the out can interact with me.

I use it to talk to my friends who I'd normally see in school, my family who I can't visit. It's nice to see them, speak to them but it isn't the same as if I had a door to get to them. I just have a window.

But even though a door is better than a window, a window is always better than a wall. I'm happy to have this window so they can come by even if it won't feel like I had a door.

But with you I never had a door, it was always just a window. It never stopped us. You are one of the closest friends I have even though we're only communicating through open windows. You on your side and me on my own.

Maybe one day there will be a door but right now I'm very happy with the way it is. You make me feel like there has been a door my whole life, even if it isn't there.

With the first message I send you I opened my window to you, but the choice to open yours or leave it closed was up to you and when you decided to open it, you opened a world to me that I not once have regretted entering.

So, my dear friend, thank you for opening your window to me although you didn't have to. We were strangers, completely unknown to each other. But when two strangers are brave enough to open a window beautiful things can happen.

Thank you for letting me see inside.

With all my love,

Your dear friend

[pufflypuffle]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It was a quiet promise.

But promises are only words after all.

So maybe it's for the better they never said more than that.

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The one in which they never touched Suguru's room after he left.

dropped a new stsg fic! hope y'all have fun

[pufflypuffle]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Alexander actually goes on a date with the barista he’s crushing on.

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Second part of my coffee shop Jamilton. Can be read by itself!

A couple of people asked if there would be a second one, so I deliver

Please read this?