Letters for Winter
Summary: With his daughter on the way, Sam Drake decides to express his love and gratitude towards both his growing daughter and wife, Y/N, through sweet letters.
Pairing(s): Sam Drake x reader, Sam Drake x Winter (daughter)
Warnings: Literally none besides tooth-rotting fluff :’) well, there’s implied sex, but moving past that!
Notes: This was a fic I’ve been thinking about for a while, but it’s loosely based around the song Dear Winter by AJR, it’s a really cute song and I honestly think Sam would do this for his daughter :’) Get some snacks and drinks ~ it’s a long one 💖
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A Week Before the Birth:
“Sam! Sammy, come on, I really need your- what’re you doing?” You round the corner into your husband’s office, your hand rubbing small yet soothing circles on your 8-month pregnant belly as Sam turned to look at you, a sheepish grin on his handsome features.
“Oh! Uh, well, I decided that I want to... Well, I want to make something for Winter for when she gets older.” Sam shrugged, holding up a small notebook and an ink pen. You nodded, pursing your lips as you waddled in closer, standing behind Sam’s chair as you gently massaged his tensed shoulders. Carefully leaning down, being mindful of you bump, you pressed a loving kiss against his temple before leaning closer to his ear.
“You’re going to be such a good daddy to our little girl.” You whispered, pressing a small and quick kiss to his ear as his lips tugged into a grin. Setting down his new found project, he reached up with one hand and grasped yours, squeezing it tightly before bringing it down and round, allowing him to press a chaste kiss to the inside of your wrist. “And you’re already such a good momma.” He grinned, turning in his seat and pressing another kiss to your hand as you rubbed your thumb over his stubbled cheek.
“Now,” he pressed another few feathery kisses to your palm, making you giggle as he waved you off. “I’ll join you for a movie night once I finish at least this first one, promise.” Sam grinned before turning back to his desk, flipping open the small notebook as you moved towards the door, you glanced back and grinned before shaking your head and leaving him to his own devices.
Dear Winter I hope you like your name... It’s strange but unique! Your aunt Elena came up with it, and she was more than thrilled to know that we chose it. And besides, Winter is a bad-ass name! I know that when you start school, it’s going to be terrifying - for both you and me - but I hope you know that no one should make fun of you, and if they do, you’ve got your momma and me to help you. So, if anyone tries to hurt your feelings, or bully you into doing something, or just pure peer pressure, just know that they’ll be upset when you discover something amazing... They’ll regret it all because you’re going to be a bad-ass, just like your mom. And I know it’s early, God, it’s too early but I hope you talk to girls, or boys, or whoever it turns out that you like because I want you to be happy. I wasn’t when I acted out -- being the player around town -- it’s not a smart move, but I’m thankful I met your mother because she changed everything. That’s why I’m so thankful for her... That’s why I’m happy that I found her.
You’ll be born in a few weeks, you’ll be here in my arms and... I’m excited to meet you on this earth.
I’ll see you soon, my dear.
Few Days Before the Birth:
The smooth ballpoint pen thumped with rhythm against the kitchen tables’ edge, the ticking mixed within the smooth music that danced through the air with the savory aroma that wafted through the air, filling the house with a heavenly scent and sound. Sam glanced up from his letters’ edge, grinning as he watched you sway to the carefully tuned beat, your sleep deprived self seemed to have a sudden burst of energy.
“Well, well, I guess Winter is having a good day,” he grinned as you spun on your heel, grinning ear-to-ear as you nodded, before turning around once more and flicking off the burner below the pasta before moving back towards him with a beaming smile.
“Yeah, it’s surprising, honestly! She didn’t keep me up as late with her backflips and rock climbing acts.” You smirked as Sam’s cheek caught a tint of pink. Grinning still, you pulled back one of the chairs and settled beside him, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before glancing at the paper -- empty.
“Can’t think of anything to write?” You hummed as he grunted, setting the notebook on the table and tossing the pen onto the open book before leaning back, allowing your hands to wander over his chest, them carefully moving up and rubbing the small knots that worked their ways into his shoulders and neck.
“Mmm, no. I... Nothing’s really coming to me.” Sam murmured, his lips barely falling apart as you hummed again, glancing up as his eyes fluttered close while you moved further North; your fingers tangling into his curly locks as you gently scratched and massaged at his scalp.
“Baby, you’ll think of something, I know you will,” you whisper, leaning forward and capturing his lips against your own with a sweet, passionate kiss. Your lips moving together as he leaned forward, following as you slowly leaned back, feeling one of his calloused hands scrap deliciously against your thigh as you slowly pulled back, nibbling on your bottom lip again as you smiled at him. “You finish the letter while I finish dinner, then we’ll continue this.” You waved a finger between the two of you with a wink before moving away from your pouting husband.
Turning back towards the book, Sam huffed as he tapped his index finger against his cheekbone, staring down at the blank paper that seemed to taunt him. Inhaling deeply, he cleared his throat before grabbing the pen and chewing on the end before pressing it to the paper, deciding what he needed to write.
Dear Winter Relationships are... Scary. That’s the best word I can think of; they’re scary. Especially when you try to give one your all and you end up on the losing spectrum. However, some relationships are worth it. The heartache and breaks you go through until you find the one; the one that you’ll end up sharing the rest of your life with. I always found myself falling into the bad end of the spectrum, but that’s until I found or met your mother. I was scared, Winter. I’m not gonna lie to you, but I was always scared I would never be a good man or father figure until I met your mom... She changed my thought process about our future -- about my future. She helped me stay the same while also helping me change. She was my reason to step up and be a man, she was my reason to settle down and build something, she was my reason, and now, I’m adding you to the list. I had always felt that there wasn’t anyone for me but... Then, your momma came along.
We have a few more days until you arrive... I can’t find the words to explain how thrilled I am to see you, to hold you, and keep you safe...
I’ll see you soon, my dear.
Few Days After the Birth:
After Winter’s birth, and after arriving home from the hospital, you usually stayed in the living room or your room from the exhaustion, and of course, Sam didn’t hold it against you. He’d turn off the baby monitor and would stay in his office, the room across from Winter’s and whenever she began to scream and cry, he would rush to check-up on her, making sure that you were still fast asleep. He hasn’t written any letters in a few days, with Winter keeping him and yourself on your toes, he never found the time too; until tonight.
With Winter fast asleep in her small mobile next to Sam’s desk, he pursed his lips as he ran a hand through his unruly curls. He doesn’t know what to write... Hell, he didn’t know if he should write. Stealing a glance at his tiny daughter, he couldn’t fight back the large smile that pulled at his lips as he stared at her sleeping form, her hands curled tightly into fists while the small puffs of air passed from her parted lips; he could only think of her and you... Inhaling deeply, Sam turned from the small baby and picked up his pen, holding the book firmly against the desk, he began to write.
Dear Winter I hope you like these letters. They’re small, but they hold a lot of love, I promise. I hope that you’ll keep these stupid sheets of paper, even as the ink smears and deforms over the years, I hope you keep them close to your heart. Winter, I hope you know that I love you. I will love you ‘till I die, and even past then I will always love you, however, there will be times where we fight and argue. Your mother and I go through that, even with how much we love each other, a relationship will have its bumps and bruises. Even, father and daughter ones. There will be times where you’ll scream at me that I’m parenting you wrong, or times where you get frustrated because you’ll believe I’m hovering... I just want you to know that I’ll never hate you. I’ll never disown you. I’ll never not love you. There will never be a single second in my life where I do not love you, my little girl. Your daddy loves you, your momma loves you, your dimwit uncle Nate loves you, your smarty-pants aunt Elena loves you, your grumpy grandpa Sully loves you -- everyone adores you, and there will never be a single moment in time where we every thinks negatively about you. Hah, oh, how I can’t wait for me, your uncle, and grandpa Sully to teach you how to curse... Of - Of course, you’ll have to ask your mom for sure. Heh.
You’re asleep now, but you’ll wake up crying or screaming until I pick you up from your crib and hold you against my chest, murmuring whatever comes to mind to help calm you... You seem to like my voice. God, how I’ll miss that...
I’ll see you later, my dear.
The Teenage Years:
A few years have passed and Winter is a young 17-year-old, working her way through high school and getting into college. Sam hasn’t touched the pen or notebook in what feels like years... He hasn’t wanted to miss a single moment of his daughter’s life by writing down everything that pops up into his head. But, with the adult years gaining on his little girl, Sam can’t help but want to suddenly scribble down every last bleeding thought he has about his little girl’s future.
“Dad! Have you seen my catcher’s glove?! Uncle Nate moved it again!” Winter shouted from upstairs as Sam stepped out of his office, grinning as Winter came racing down the hallway, almost barreling him over.
“Woah! Easy tiger, you could kill someone with that speed,” Sam teased as she shook her head, turning on her heel and walking back towards the stairs as you slowly came up, holding the mitt in your hand with a smug look. Sam held up a hand and jutted his index towards you, causing Winter to spin around and gasp as she grabbed at it, repeatedly mumbling ‘thank you’s,’
“I told you it was by the back door,” you lightly scolded as she sheepishly grinned, showing off her father’s looks before rising to her tiptoes and planting a kiss to your cheek. “Next time, I’ll be sure to listen, momma.” Winter grinned before racing downstairs to meet up with Nate, Elena, and their little girl Cassie for a small game of baseball.
“Yeah. Sure you will.” You mumbled to yourself, shaking your head as Sam appeared next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and hugging you close as you two moved slowly down the stairs.
“She seems to always think her parents are wrong, why is that?” Sam teased as you huffed, reaching over and smacking his chest. “Because she’s a teenager. We - mainly you - were the exact same way. Even now you are!” You retorted causing Sam to snort as you reached up, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth and moving away from him. “Don’t forget to write that new letter like you said you would, Samuel!” You called over your shoulder as you headed for the back door, grinning to yourself as you watched Winter practically tackle Nate to the sand, Elena and Cassie off to the side were leaned over laughing.
“Right, gotta write the letter.” Sam ticked as he reached around, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced back upstairs. Sighing, he quickly moved back up and gathered the tucked away notebook and pen before heading out back to watch the rest of his family play. Inhaling the salty sea air, Sam settled into the bench swing as you ran around, yanking Winter up from the sand as a scream of laughter caused Sam to chuckle before chewing on his lip, glancing down at the page and sighing carefully, a tender grin on his lips.
Dear Winter You’re getting closer to being a young adult... 17 years you’ve been alive and I can’t help but want to cry at the beautiful, intelligent, kind, funny, caring woman you’ve turned out to be. You have more adventures ahead of you, I know you do because you’re a Drake. And we Drakes seek our fortunes... But, please, don’t move too far away? Don’t get upset or mad when I text you to ask about your day... I’m not hovering or trying to be clingy but... I just want to hear about your day. Get to know what’s going on when I’m no longer around you, or able to keep you close to home, because I know you’ll travel and you’ll travel to distant lands, ones that I haven’t even seen. But, will we still hang out and talk? Even when I’m no longer in charge...? Or, will you be too old to say hi to your old man..? But, pushing all the mushy feelings aside, I just want you to know that I’ll hover and I’ll cling to know about you, to hear from you and see you because you’re one of my reasons, baby girl. You’re my reason, Winter.
“Dad! Daddy, help me!” Winter suddenly cried, causing Sam to snap his attention away from his writing, his features showing worry. They quickly broke into a large grin as he saw you sprinting after her, a small pale of cool seawater sloshing around as you both ran towards him. Sam stood as Winter jumped onto the porch, her arms circling his waist as she dodged to either side that you weren’t aiming for.
Your hair stuck to your face as you shook your head, droplets flying everywhere as Sam held up his arms, attempting to keep his face dry, yet he failed... Miserably. “Oh, no! Don’t run to your dad now, you did this to yourself, baby girl!” You grinned before throwing the water onto both of them, Sam gasping as his body tensed while a high pitched squeal left Winter’s lips as she shook her body around, attempting to remove some water like a dog would.
“Oh ho, that’s it! Get over here, momma!” Sam yelled as you turned and ran, jumping from the porch and running towards your brother-in-law for help, yet Nate turned and ran at the first sign of Sam sprinting towards him, with you yelling for help. Winter watched with a large grin, a few breathy laughs passing her lips as she turned, glancing down at the notebook that rested on the bench swing where her dad had been sitting.
“Dear Winter..? Me?” She whispered, gently grabbing the book and being mindful of her slightly dripping locks, she grabbed the page and scanned over her father’s scribbled words. Her heart pounding as her lips turned upwards into a large grin. You’re my reason, Winter. The words rung in her head, each syllable being her father’s cheery tone -- she couldn’t fight back the tears that worked up in her dark hazel eyes. Carefully Winter placed the book back on the seat, wiping at her eyes as she stood slowly from the swing, swallowing at the lump growing in her throat.
“Baby girl?” Sam’s voice spoke up from behind her, causing her to spin and grin sheepishly at her father, who now wore a face of concern, he moved closer, grabbing her wrists and checking her over for any injuries sighed as he tilted her chin up, sadly smiling at her. “Hey, hey, what’s with the waterworks?”
“I... It’s nothing bad, I promise, dad.” She grinned, shaking her head as he leaned over, pressing his lips against her crown as he turned on his heel, pulling her tight against his side, they walked off the porch and back towards you and the rest of the family, watching as the sun slowly began to set. “If it’s nothing that bad then why are you crying?
“I just... I don’t know, guess I just want to know about your day?” Winter smiled as Sam slowed his walk, turning and looking at his daughter with such adoration clouding his eyes he couldn’t help that his own tears began to build upon his waterline. “Uh... Uh, of course,” he cleared his throat, shaking his head slightly with a smile. “Mine was... Amazing. How was your’s baby?”
“Absolutely amazing.”
Into the Adult Years:
Three years have passed, Winter’s 20-years-old, and has taken flight into college, leaving Sam, you, Nate, Elena, and 9-year-old Cassie behind. It’s felt like years -- decades have passed since anyone has seen Winter, however, with her being busy with her new internship and her work towards her college degree, it’s understandable.
Sam sighed, mumbling to himself while the unlit cigarette clung to his wet lips, his hands tangled within his unruly brown curls as he stared down at that stupid notebook and pen -- nothing was coming to him. Nothing was making him want to write to her - for her. Nothing. Scoffing angrily, Sam shoved himself away from the desk before quickly moving downstairs, slamming the backdoor shut behind him as he quickly lit the cigarette, feeling his anxiety and anger slowly mold together to attempt and push him over the edge.
You stood inside, staring sadly at your husband as he sat with his head in his hands and a thin smoke trail moving towards the tin overhang. Sighing, you turned on your heel and moved upstairs, pushing open his office door and settling in the large swivel chair. Staring down at the notebook, you chewed on your lip and grinned, plucking the pen from it’s resting spot and began to scribble down your thoughts as your husband would.
Dear Winter Hi, baby girl... It’s Momma! So, your father is having an episode as I write this to you and to say I’m worried is putting it lightly. This won’t be the best letter as I haven’t been the one writing to you since -- err, even before you were born. Anyway, I’m going to keep this short and sweet, okay? Okay. Baby, you need to come and see your dad! I know, I know you’re busy with everything but... I also know that your winter break is coming up and it would be a sweet surprise for your father! So, text me when you get this because we’re not writing back and forth like we’re in the old times, haha. I love you, my treasure!
I’ll see you soon, my dear.
Signing the end of the letter, you grinned while pulling out your phone and taking a quick picture before deciding to print the photo, thankfully in good quality, and send it to Winter by mail. It would take a few days, maybe weeks for her to get it but with her winter break being a month away that would be enough time, right?
A few days passed and Sam’s episode hasn’t let up. He’s been moping around, not really knowing what to do with himself. However, you could barely fight back your smile -- Winter and you had gotten into contact and planned her whole two weeks of staying here, her boss had given her extra time since she could always email anything back or such, in case of an emergency.
“Y/N, honey, what’re you doing?” Sam called you from the living room as you moved around the kitchen, your cooking music practically blaring from your speaker as you mouthed the words, dancing to the beat as you seasoned the homemade sauce for your chicken masala.
“Babe, don’t you remember? Nate, Elena, and Cassie are coming over for dinner tonight!” You called over the music, biting at your bottom lip as you gave yourself a mental pat on the back for a smooth lie. Stirring the sauce once more, a loud knock came from the front causing you to turn and sigh. “Sammy, babe, can you please get the door!”
“Their family! They know they can just walk in,” Sam called back, yet you could hear him getting off the couch with a low grunt as you bit your bottom lip, only to scoff as you smiled.
“Baby, no offense, but last time Nate tried doing that you about shot him.” You teased as he snorted, running a hand through his hair as another loud knock came making you giggle as he rolled his eyes, slightly jogging across the hall and grabbing the handle.
“Yeah, yeah, y’ know Nate, you could just open the door-” Sam growled, his short temper showing through as you clicked off the stove quickly moving closer as you held a hand over your mouth as Winter smiled at you, only to turn towards her father and smirk.
“Yeah, but just walking in seems kind of rude, and then again, I wouldn’t want to be shot at either.” She grinned as Sam snapped open his eyes, his mouth falling open as he suddenly lunged forward, stepping out into the sunsets’ raze, his arms wrapped tightly around your daughter’s waist as he lifted her into the air, spinning as loud laughter came from the pair.
You stood back, leaning against the doorway with a knowing grin as Sam sat Winter back on the porch, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around her as she wrapped her own around his neck, grinning as a few tears fell from her and his eyes.
“Oh... Oh my God! Oh, my fucking God, what’re you doing here?” Sam grinned, breathlessly laughing as he held her at arm's length, doing a once over before dragging her back into his chest. You couldn’t help but gently laugh, wiping away the few tears that sprung from your own eyes.
“Heh, well, momma mentioned that you needed a bit of Winter.” She smirked, wrapping an arm around Sam’s waist as he spun towards you, his eyes wide and filled with tears as he came rushing towards you, doing the same hug and spin he had done with Winter seconds ago.
“God, I love you! God, I love you so, so much.” Sam peppered kisses across your face as you giggled, grabbing the sides of his face and pressing a loving kiss against his lips as Winter cleared her throat, causing you and Sam to turn towards her.
“Well? We’ve got two weeks, what’s the first thing on the ‘Welcoming Winter Home’ list?” She grinned as you moved away from Sam, who moved towards her, pressing kisses against her cheeks as she snorted, swatting at her father as you turned around, brandishing the pot of the Indian dish she had been gushing about months ago.
“Oh my God! You actually made the dish!” She squealed, moving around the island and pressing a kiss to your cheek as she grabbed some plates and forks, setting them out as Sam arched a brow, smirking. “What? It’s food that MOM made! Homemade, you’re insane if you don’t think I’m about to eat!” She gushed as a small blush rushed across your cheeks, making Sam chuckle as he moved around the other side of the island, standing at your side and pressing another kiss to your cheek.
“Thank you for this...”
A Few Months Later:
You groaned to yourself, already feeling the cool air from your bedroom move around you as you reached out, attempting to find Sam’s body and snuggle closer for his warmth, yet... You only found cold sheets.
Slowly sitting up on your elbow, you used your free hand and ran your hand through your tangled locks, sighing as you looked around. The sunlight was peering in from the window, it barely dusting over the bed as you slowly shifted onto your back with a low grunt. Where’s Sam at?
Your thoughts were quickly answered by the commotion coming from your kitchen, including the small yelps and the few scolds that follow the noise. Furrowing your brows, you sat upright and gently pushed your covers from your body, leaving you in Sam’s large shirt and a pair of boy short underwear. Scratching the back of your head, you carefully tugged open your bedroom door, stepping out into the cool hallway and following the sound downstairs. Only to stop a few steps from the floor as a small gasp left your lips.
“Momma! Merda, you weren’t supposed to get out of bed!” Winter pouted as Sam appeared from around the corner, a breakfast tray in hand a few splatters of pancake batter covering his sleep shirt. He sheepishly lifted the bamboo tray before turning and sitting it on the counter, reaching over and tugging an also pancake batter covered Winter to his side.
“What... What is all of this?” You whisper, taking a few steps forward as your husband and daughter meet you halfway, only for you to stop as Winter reaches out, a neatly folded piece of paper in hand. Furrowing your brows once more, you carefully picked up the paper and began to unfold it, glancing up at your family before glancing back down, only to throw a hand over your mouth with a small gasp.
Dear Momma You spent night and day making sure I was okay. Whether it be something small as if I had a bad dream to making sure I always kept up with my math homework. You took it upon yourself, just as dad did, to make sure I was safe, happy, and healthy... Now, look at me! Turning 21 in a matter of weeks... You did well. I love you, Momma. From your treasure, Winter.
Dear Honey Oh, God where do I start..? Thank you. That’s the only thing I can say right now, is thank you. You’re going to yell at me later for this, because I know you hate when I praise you for stuff like this but, I want to thank you for always being there for me, even when I fuck up. Thank you for being the one to take me home when I’ve had one too many shots. Thank you for letting me stay in my head for hours, or days at a time, only to still be there when I come out of the daze. Thank you for taking my adventures and my addiction to treasure hunting seriously. Thank you for coming on those adventures with me, as well as, you seemed to always make them more fun. Thank you for helping me see that I was fit to be a husband, and to be a father. Thank you for allowing me to change myself in ways I believed that was near impossible. Thank you for giving me our daughter, Winter Louise Drake. Thank you for being Winter’s mom. Thank you for being my wife. Thank you for being you. I know you’re going to hate me for this later, but... Thank you for being the best and most exciting adventure for me. Thank you for being my greatest fortune.
I love you, my adventure.
Your tears slid down your cheeks, your bottom lip trembling as you slowly looked up at your sheepishly yet caring grinning family. Stepping forward, you grabbed both of their necks, squeezing them as you stooped down, pressing a long and loving kiss to Winter’s cheek before stepping up on your tiptoes to press the same to Sam’s.
Gently laughing, you pulled away, keeping a hand on both of their cheeks as you allowed the tears to flow down your face. You couldn’t hold them back, and you couldn’t hold back the smile. Shaking your head, you stroked both of their cheeks and reached up, planting a wet and salty kiss to Sam’s lips before pressing another kiss onto Winter’s nose and cheeks, causing her to giggle.
“I love you both, so so much... I just... What is all of this for?” You whispered, your voice cracking as they both chuckled.
“Well, it’s a thank you, of course! Momma, I know I was hard to raise and I know it’s even harder to raise dad,” Winter began, only to have Sam cut in, jutting a finger towards your daughter.
“Hey! I’ll still ground you-”
“Dad, I’m turning 21 in a few weeks, no you can’t.” Winter scoffs as you roll your eyes, taking a step towards your daughter as Sam moves away, clapping his hands together and rubbing them with a gleam in his eye.
“Ooh~ which reminds me, we need to learn how to take a shot!” He pointed towards the ceiling as Winter shouted a ‘yes!’ Yet, you arched a brow and pursed your lips, pulling one of your meaner mom faces.
“Samuel.” You slightly threatened, lowering your voice as you had with Winter when she was younger. Sam popped open one of his eyes, slowly opening the other before reaching around and scratching back of his neck with an awkward grin.
“Oh... Uh, well, you might want to ask your mother first, of course.” He sheepishly grins, moving towards you and pressing a long, and loving kiss against your lips as Winter grinned, quickly covering her eyes like she had when she was smaller. You and Sam couldn’t fight back a laughing fit.
Later, you all met up with Nate, Elena, and Cassie, deciding that you didn’t want to wash dishes, you all went out to eat as Sam explained that it was a thank you to you for everything you’ve done for them in their lifetime, to which Elena and Nate agreed that you deserved a thanks. Once, you arrived back home, you couldn’t fight off the sandman any longer, falling asleep on the couch and leaning against Sam’s shoulder as Winter glanced away from the movie, giggling as Sam gently stroked your hair, tugging gently at the knots.
“Hey, dad,”
“Hmm?”
“How’d you hook mom, anyway..?” Winter asked, leaning against the arm of the couch with a look of adoration in her eyes as Sam grinned, shaking his head gently before turning back and arching a brow.
“Would you believe me if I said because of my dashing looks?” Sam chuckled as Winter leaned over, smacking his shoulder as he deflected it, grinning before sticking his tongue out at her, to which she did the same. Sam slowly looked down at your sleeping figure, watching as you gently smiled in your dream haze, curling further into him as he sighed, happily and lovingly.
“I have no honest clue, Winter, but... My God, I’m just so happy that I found your mom.”
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The End! :’)
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O. M. G - this fic had to have been the longest, yet sweetest fic I’ve written in a very, very long time! To be honest, I had a little more than half of this done yesterday buuut my computer restarted and we all know how Tumblr is! So, this is the product of me drinking 2 glasses of water, 1 DP, and staying up till 2 am. Jesus. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!
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