Lhh and y/n got matched for a penpal thing back at school. It's been years now since they've written- y/n had pretty well forgotten all about him- when out of the blue he reaches out through social media: he's moving to her city and doesn't know anyone. Maybe they should meet up?
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in which you and Harry got matched for a penpal thing back in middle school (but it’s been 10 years now since you’ve last corresponded and you’ve pretty much forgotten all about him)- when out of the blue he reaches out through social media: he’s moving to your city and doesn’t know anyone. you meet at the local county fair and things… escalate quickly
A wish come true- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings / alternatively, read on wattpad
A wish come true (word count: 5k)
You stared at your phone, blinking a few times but somehow, what you were looking at appeared to be very… real.
The name you’d immediately recognized. How could you not? You’d handwritten that name down so many times. You’d always secretly admired his fancy name. You wished yours could be so… posh. But, alas, you were american and he was british and that pretty much said it all.
But you hadn’t read his name or even thought about it in… years!
When you got a notification on facebook telling you that you had a message from someone outside your list of friends you almost didn’t check it out. Usually it was either spam or just weirdos that you had no mutual friends with that wanted to strike up a conversation (eek!). But when you saw the name, you immediately froze in place. You were walking home from work and you literally stopped in the middle of the street, causing someone to bump right into you, someone that probably hadn’t expected for you to come to a sudden halt.
You could see his name and right next to it, in a little tiny square, his profile photo and your heart just momentarily stopped beating.
You stepped to the side, in order for pedestrians to not have to make a beeline around you and even sat on the low fence in front of a building. Wow. You were finally going to find out, after all these years, what Harry Styles looked like.
Harry Styles.
Your english penpal you’d been assigned in school when you were 12. The boy you’d corresponded with for 3 years before you began highschool.
Back when people still wrote handwritten letters, before social media or even before you’d made an email account! For most of your classmates, this penpal thing was a pain in the ass, a chore. But for you and Harry it’d been fun. You’d both really clicked, enjoyed writing to each other, and you surprisingly had a lot in common for a couple of preadolescent kids of different genders, no less! That was pretty uncommon at an age where boys thought girls were “ewww” and still watched cartoons and girls only cared about boybands and whose breasts were bigger amongst their friends.
You liked Harry because he was funny, he made no grammar mistakes (as far as you could tell, anyway), had nice penmanship and always asked you lots of questions.
Letters took forever to reach him, and then the ones he’d send you back took forever to reach you, but whenever you had a letter in the mail and your parents told you it was from Harry your heart would jump in your throat.
You’d had a crush on him for the longest time. You had no idea what he looked like. Never even thought of asking for a photo! Which you could have, come to think of it now, but for some reason it just never occurred to you. But you just knew he had to be cute. Namely because, you knew- all british boys were cute. It was an unspoken rule. Prince Harry and William? Cute. David Beckham? Cute. Those were the only ones you knew of back then, but they surely must’ve made for a good enough representative sample.
You’d corresponded for about 3 years until you both started highschool and you were suddenly way too busy to keep it up, until you ended up only writing for holidays and eventually stopped altogether. You couldn’t even remember who was the last one to write. You’d genuinely forgotten all about him.
And now, there he was. In your inbox. His tiny profile pic just waiting for you to press on it and finally see what he looked like.
Sure, you were now both 25. A whole decade had passed since you’d last heard from each other. But, still, seeing that little notification brought back the same butterflies you used to feel whenever your mom told you “Your price wrote!”. She liked teasing you that he was a prince solely because he was from the UK and therefore, somehow, he must’ve been royalty, a distant relative to the royal family maybe- but of noble blood nonetheless. You always used to roll your eyes and tell her he was not royalty (you knew for certain, because you’d asked him, and was sorely disappointed when he replied back telling you that he was certainly not), and then try to hide your excitement until you’d get to your room where you opened up his letters with trembling fingers and a fluttering heart.
It was with a fluttering heart and, well, a trembling thumb that you finally pressed on his pic and were led to his facebook profile. As curious as you were to read his message, you needed to get this out of the way first and finally satisfy your curiosity.
When you saw his enlarged profile photo you ceased breathing altogether for a good few moments before you inhaled sharply, gaining some composure.
Jesus Christ.
Nothing, nothing could’ve prepared you for this.
You raised your head, looking away from your phone, shoulders slumping. After a few deep breaths your eyes went back to the screen and you squinted your eyes, bringing it closer to your face. How was he real? Was this a cruel joke the universe was playing on you?
He wasn’t even hot, that was an understatement. He was a freaking Adonis. This guy, this guy was the boy you used to talk to back when you were 12? The one you used to spend hours imagining what he must’ve looked like? The one you used to fantasize marrying in a palace in England (yeah, yeah, he wasn’t a prince, whatever)? The one whose last name you used to write next to your first name at the end of all your notebooks, practicing your new signature and imagining introducing yourself as such? The one… you imagined the first time you touched yourself and made yourself feel good?
This was him.
Holy smokes.
You kept staring at the picture. You realized you now couldn’t even remember what you’d imagined him looking like all those years ago. But yeah, it all added up. He’d told you what he looked like in his introductory letter: curly hair, green eyes, dimples, bunny teeth, lanky. And sure enough. It was all there. But there was certainly nothing “cute” about him.
Yeah, he held a playful glint in his eyes. But also danger. And excitement. And raw sex appeal. And you’d not been ready for it.
His hair was curly, sure, but it was long. His eyes were green but his gaze was intense. His dimples were prominent but they only made that sly smirk look even hotter. And his lankiness had translated into broad shoulders, legs that looked like they went on for miles, long, thick fingers, toned tattoo-clad arms and an half buttoned down shirt that gave you a peek of his well defined pectoral muscles as well as a few more tattoos.
You honestly couldn’t have known for how long you’d been sitting on the edge of that fence, but you suddenly realized you hadn’t even read his message.
When you finally opened it, it read <<Hi, Y/N! Harry here, hope you still remember me! If not this might prove a bit embarrassing, also, there are a few Y/N L/N from San Diego on facebook so I took a wild guess and chose the prettiest of the bunch. So if you’ve never had a british penpal in middle school, sorry; but you’re still hot and live in San Diego, and I’m moving there, so, hi! ;) But I’m really hoping this is *the* Y/N. Let me know :) >>
You read that over and over again. He was moving to San Diego??? Why??? How??? When???
He’d sent you the message 17 days ago, and only just saw the notification now since you really weren’t big on social media anymore. So you decided not to waste any more time:<<Well, if it isn’t *the* Harry Styles. After all these years! Excited to hear from you, old friend! What brings you to San Diego?! And yes hahah, it is me>>
<<Hmmm. Gotta be sure, though. What’s my middle name?>>
You blinked, since he replied back almost instantaneously <<Wow, I’m not used to hearing back from you so soon lol. It’s me, Edward :P>>
<<Wow. It really is you. I’m grinning like crazy, people are looking at me like I’m mental ahaha. And to answer your question. My job offered me a position in the US, and it was a choice between New York and California, and when they told me it was San Diego, California, I jumped the gun. Not everyday a bloke gets to make a childhood wish come true eh?>>
<<Honestly I saw your message while walking back home from work and I’ve been standing here in the middle of the street staring at your profile for God knows how long. I’m not even ashamed to admit it>>
<<Ahahah good. I was beginning to feel a bit bashful for feeling so excited to finally have you reply to my message! But as nice as it is outside today I’m sure you’re dying to get home already, so hit me up when you do, alright?>>
<<You’re here already?!>>
<<Yeah :)>>
You squealed, actually causing a few heads to turn which reminded you of where you were and you finally resumed your way back home, all giddy.
*
“How was your day?” your mom asked from the kitchen as you rushed upstairs after greeting her
“Good!” you couldn’t hide the excitement in your voice so it was no surprise to you when you heard her come after you upstairs
“Oh? Did Sam call?”
You rolled your eyes. You didn’t even wanna hear about your stupid ex today
“Mom. Stop asking me about him. We’re over. Why can’t you accept that?”
“Well then, what happened? You’re all flustered”
You looked at her, biting your lip and then fished out your phone from your bag. You realized you hadn’t accepted his friend request yet so you did that first, and then went to his photos. You resisted the urge to look at the rest of them and showed your mom his profile pic instead.
She pushed her glasses further up her nose and looked at the screen intently “My, my. And who might this be? Looks like trouble…” she couldn't help but mumble the last bit earning a squint from you
“He’s… my prince” you grinned at her, stupidly
She furrowed her brows “Y/N… I don’t know who this man is, but… don’t you think you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself? You only just came out of a 2 year relationship…”
“First of all” you grunted, snatching the phone away from her “I didn’t just get out of my relationship with Sam, we broke up 4 months ago. Second of all… mom… he’s him. Harry. My british penpal? Remember?”
You watched as realization slowly dawned on your mother, her expression morphing into one of excitement and shock “Get out! Lemme see him again!” she snatched the phone back and you giggled “Goodness! He’s a looker! Never would have guessed!”
“What?! What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I just mean, englishmen aren’t exactly known for their good looks”
You scoffed “Excuse you? Where did you come up with that? On the contrary! Never mind that… but can you believe it? After all these years, I finally get to put a face to his name. And best of all is that he’s moved here!”
“He what?”
“Yeah! That’s why he looked me up! He got a job opportunity in San Diego and immediately thought of me and decided to look me up and reach out!”
“Are you gonna meet him?”
“Of course!” you then froze “Wait. I mean. I think I am? He didn’t exactly ask to meet me…”
“Don’t be silly! Of course he wants to, why else would he have reached out? God, Y/N! That’s so exciting! You finally get to meet your childhood friend! Oh, I remember how happy you always were to receive his letters, I swear they made your face light up. It was so cute! And he genuinely seemed like such a nice boy. Certainly didn’t expect him to look like that though.”
You laughed “Like what?! And I mean, he certainly didn’t look like that when we were corresponding, obviously. Ok. He asked me to message him when I got back home. I’ll let you know” that was your mom’s queue to leave and thankfully she did without you having to ask her to.
You weren’t really used to living at home anymore. You’d lived in a dorm at uni and then moved in with Sam and you’d only just moved back home when you broke up with him. So this was still an adjustment and you were planning on getting your own place but finding decent rent was proving a tad more difficult than you’d anticipated. You certainly didn’t enjoy living with your parents at 25 but you didn’t necessarily hate it, either. It was more the feeling that you had to take a step back that bothered you. That and them being their usual nosey selves.
<<Ok. I made it home. So how long have you been in town?>>
<<Not long enough to know my way around it. Maybe you could show me?>>
You bit your lower lip. You could have totally been reading too much into it, but you didn’t care at this point. You really felt compelled to give this your best shot. You somehow felt like you’d just won the lottery and you only had a short timeframe in which you could claim your prize
<<Ok. I’ll play the tour guide. Incidentally, there’s a very popular fair ongoing this weekend. We could start there if you like>>
<<This weekend, meaning starting today?>>
You grinned stupidly as his message popped up in the chat box <<Yeah, starting this evening>>
<<Great. It’s a date! Where should I pick you up?>>
Your breath caught. This was real, and it was just now hitting you. You’d be meeting him today. Not to mention, a date???! You squealed for the second time that day and you were certain you were well over the acceptable age for doing so. That being said, you weren’t about to meet him for the first time at your front door, no. And have it be awkward till you got there, God forbid? Hell, no. <<Let’s meet at the gates there, see if we can recognize eachother based solely on our facebook pics. A little social experiment, if you will ahaha>>
<<Oh yeah, no. That’s just a pic of my favorite actor>> You momentarily froze until you saw him type in his next message <<Wow, don’t tell me you really believed that. You know me better than that, Y/N. Tsk tsk…>>
You sent him an😅 emoji but still went back to his profile and checked his other pics and it was even more unnerving seeing him from different angles, in different instances like an actual living, breathing, real man.
<<Did you just check? 😂>>
<<Oh shut up. Meet you there at 7pm?>>
<<Alright. Can’t wait :)>>
You smiled like a loon, going back to stare at his pics some more and also find out more about him from his bio. You were surprised to see he was a photographer, but apparently he wasn’t a freelancer since he mentioned his company relocated him for work.
Ok, ok. No more snooping. You wanted to be surprised, if you were being honest. You already were beyond surprised, actually. And besides, you had to figure out what you were wearing to the fair, on your date with your… prince. Queue dreamy sigh. And why the hell not? This was definitely up there with any fairytale you’d ever read.
*
You got there 5 minutes late, you didn’t wanna seem desperate after all, and you may have told the uber driver to take his time just to make sure you didn’t get there early.
The place was packed, of course, so your heart was pounding as your eyes scanned the crowd at the gates, trying to find him. Turns out spotting a 6 foot man wasn’t all that hard especially if he had long hair and was devastatingly handsome, and when you zeroed in on him you realized he’d been watching you all along as he stood there with his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket, a sly smirk on his face and a faraway look in his eyes.
He started walking his way up towards you as you closed in the distance between the two of you yourself, and you met halfway, both mirroring each other’s smile “Hi” you quipped
“Hello” shit, was he british “Can’t believe I finally get to meet you” he added, his dimples deepening and you absolutely couldn’t stop your eyes from roaming all over his features
“You really do have bunny teeth” you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to facepalm yourself but it was too late, he was already chuckling
“You remembered that?” he furrowed his brows slightly, smilingly, his eyes roaming all over your face too, taking you in
“Of course. I used to re-read your letters till you’d send me the next one. I remember everything you’ve ever told me” you shrugged. Hopefully, this didn’t sound weird. You were kids, after all. Surely he could relate?
He nodded “Yeah, I used to do that too. Go figure”
“So, do I look anything like you were expecting? ‘Cause I sure as hell wasn’t expecting… this” you gestured, head to toe and he laughed
“Hope you’re not too disappointed” he raised an eyebrow as you two started walking amongst the crowds of fairgoers
“Not at all. Somehow everything you ever told me about yourself still stands, which is pleasantly surprising”
He hummed, nodding “Well, I didn’t expect you to be this pretty, if I’m being honest”
You gasped “I don’t know whether to feel flattered or insulted right now”
“‘M just being honest” he shrugged, a shy smile on his lips “Definitely extremely pleasantly surprised” he raised an eyebrow
You sighed, trying to hide your grin “Well, I’m gonna choose to ignore the fact that all that time you thought I was ugly”
“I never said that” he clarified “Of course I imagined you were nice looking, but never dreamt I’d one day meet you and you’d be… like this”
You furrowed your brows “Like what?”
“.... Fucking gorgeous”
You just stared at him for a moment, your gazes locking until you finally couldn’t handle the intensity and broke eye contact like a coward, tucking a stray hairlock behind your ear and clearing your throat “So, uhm. What have you been up to all these years? I don’t know how we ever lost touch”
“I do” he laughed incredulously. “‘Twas when you started dating that… what was it… Robert fellow”
You furrowed your eyebrows, slowing down till you came to a halt and he followed suit “What, you mean Brad? Oh my God. You’re right. I totally didn’t realize... “
“Yeah” you both resumed walking aimlessly amongst the crowd “You told me about it in your last letter, I wrote you back… and then I never heard from you again”
“Oh my gosh. Wow. That was really shitty of me” you widened your eyes looking out into space
“Yeah, it was. My first heartbreak”
You laughed at that but then you caught his eye and you ceased laughing “No way. Really? Get out!”
He shrugged, his hands still in his pockets “Had to happen sooner or later, I guess. Else I’d have probably still been a virgin, pinning over this girl all the way across the ocean” he laughed a humorless laugh and you laughed back but you wondered just how hurt he’d really felt back then. Had it been him to “ghost” you like that, you’d have probably felt pretty shitty yourself.
“I’m sorry, Harry. I didn’t realize, to be honest. In fact when I saw your message today I tried to remember the last time we corresponded and couldn’t figure out why we’d ever stopped. I hadn’t even put two and two together. But that thing with… that Brad guy, was just a stupid… whatever it was. We never even kissed. It wasn’t that. I just got super busy with highschool, like, I wasn’t expecting the workload”
“Y/N” he chuckled. “Relax. It’s alright. Whatever your motives, we couldn’t be penpals for ever, could we? Someone had to rip the band aid off. Had we said our goodbyes it would’ve been lamer. This way I at least got to romanticize the idea of having had an impossible long distance romance, fate brought us together but then separated us and all that jazz. Made for some good stories, the ladies ate it up”
You threw your head back, laughing “Oh, no! You’re the worst! Well looks like fate had more in store for us” you nudged his shoulder playfully and the corner of his lips immediately quirked up as he half smiled at you from beneath his long eyelashes and you knew that Harry definitely hadn’t needed that sob story to get the ladies hooked, they’d probably been fawning over him all along “Wanna get cotton candy?”
“Please”
Cotton candy in tow, you resumed your aimless walking “This fair is nothing like I expected it to be, either”
“How so?”
“It’s just… a lot bigger compared to what I’m used to back home. But then again, most things are”
“Yeah, we get that a lot from europeans. You put it nicely compared to what I’ve heard so far, though”
“Well, I am on my best behavior tonight. Complete gentleman” he raised his eyebrows
“Just be yourself. I know you” you smiled and he smiled back
“Alright. Duly noted” he winked and you could feel yourself blush, realizing he may have interpreted that a tad differently than what you’d intended, but you didn’t mind it in the slightest.
“Merry go round?”
“Thought you’d never ask”
As with the cotton candy, Harry insisted on paying and you then hopped onto your seat.
You couldn’t help but shrink into the seat a bit when you started gaining altitude and Harry gave you a pointed look “Y/N, are you afraid of heights by any chance?” he hummed playfully
“Maybe a tiny bit”
He laughed “Why’d you suggest the merry go round then?”
“I mean, everything here revolves around heights. And coming to the fair was my idea”
He placed his arm around your shoulders, pressing you to his side securely “Hey. It’s alright. You’re safe with me” you were shaking, you hadn’t even realized
“I’m just… a bit chilly”
He wanted to remove his hand from around your shoulders and you grabbed it, holding it with both hands against your chest “I was only going to give you my denim jacket”
“Maybe when we get back down”
He chuckled “Shit, you’re scared senseless aren’t you?”
“Just… distract me. Tell me something else, what else have you been doing all these years?”
“Want me to distract you?”
“Yeah--”
But you never got to finish your sentence. His other hand snuck under your chin, nudging your face upwards and he quickly bent to kiss you. You squeezed the hand you were holding with both of yours as you kissed him back and you literally felt like you were floating on air- and not just because you kind of literally were.
After getting acquainted with his incredibly soft lips properly, his tongue started licking your pillowy ones ever so gently, and his teeth began tugging at your lower one and before you knew it you were the one pushing your own tongue against his when he used it next and that’s when you really lost your mind. Harry kissed you in earnest, his mouth devouring yours and you felt as though it was one wrong move, and you’d both trip over the secure railing of your seat. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was having that kiss go on for as long as possible. His free hand came to rest on your naked knee, your sundress only covering half your thighs and he caressed your soft skin there in time with the thrusts of his tongue. His kiss was practiced, effortless and absolutely searing. Before you knew it, though, the ride came to a halt when you felt someone remove the barrier and you both had to unglue yourselves from the other as if woken up from a fever dream.
“Wow, that couldn’t have been three ride’s worth, surely”
“What? You paid for three rides?”
“Yeah. How come everything is bigger but shorter, here, huh? How’s that for an oxymoron”
You laughed “Oh ok, no need to use posh words, you’ve impressed me already”
He nodded “Have I, then?”
“I’d say you have” you bit your lower lip and he leaned in for another kiss
“Cotton candy never tasted sweeter” he hummed against your lips
“That’s just american sweeteners, you’ll get used to that too” you giggled and you could feel him smiling against your lips. He then shrugged out of his denim jacket and placed it over your shoulders, as promised “Thanks” you actually put in on properly, it was getting kind of chilly, especially considering how hot and bothered you’d gotten after those kisses
“How about we skip the tall rides?”
You pouted “Is this your way of telling me you’ll not be distracting me anymore?”
“Gotta say, I’m loving this surprise factor more and more by the minute”
“Likewise” you batted your eyelashes at him a bit then pointed to the right “Bumper cars?” Harry grimaced and you worried “What’s wrong?”
“I know you said I could just be myself but I’m afraid if I show you my competitive side you’re gonna bolt”
You laughed whole heartedly at that one “Bring your A game, then. You haven’t seen my competitive side either”
His eyebrows shot up at that “Game on, then”
And game on it was. You each seized your own bumper car, Harry wouldn’t tell you for how many rounds he paid, and you proceeded to corner the other and to deliver the worst hits possible. Harry really wasn’t holding back, worrying his lower lip between his teeth and sporting that scowl you noticed he had on everytime he was contemplating something. And it was so hot that you could barely focus on kicking his ass.
When he stood up after the 5th round you whined loudly “Nooooo! It was rigged! I demand a recount! Another round! You did this on purpose! I bet you paid for another round but you’re ending this now so that the score is in your favor!”
He walked towards you with a huge grin plastered on his stupid smirking face, holding out his hand to help you out of your bumper car “Don’t be a sore loser, sweetheart. I won. Fair and square”
“Fair and square my foot!” you refused his hand, slightly stumbling your way out of the bumper car arena and onto the grass. He chased after you, finally catching up and grabbing you by the waist from behind
“Where do you think you’re running off to?” he plastered his lips against the shell of your ear “Winner gets a prize. Them’s the rules”
“Oh… go fuck yourself!” you grunted, frustratedly
“I’d rather you did” he hummed, biting your earlobe and you melted against him forgetting all about your childish tantrum over who won.
You gasped in mock surprise “That’s not very gentlemanly at all”
“I know” he roamed his hands down your sides over your thighs “I’m just heeding your advice, remember? You’re the one who told me to just be myself. I like this dress. Even got pockets” he pointed out, pushing his hands inside said pockets and you gasped again feeling his fingers now hovering just slightly over the front of your damp panties, only the fabric of the inside of the pockets and your lingerie between you.
“I guess I had it coming, then. What prize did you have in mind?”
“Can I show you?”
You bit the inside of your cheek in anticipation “Yes?...”
He started kissing down your neck, holding you flush against his front and to any passerby you probably just looked like a couple of lovebirds having a cute cuddle, his face buried in your hair. And everyone seemed to be so engrossed with the fair rides that you were sure nobody even cared about what you two were up to, between rides on the grass away from the main strip.
When he sucked in the delicate skin of your neck and you gasped, he finally ghosted his fingers against your core and you shuddered “Harry…”
“Shh. I’m here. I got you” You grabbed onto his bicep, feeling his muscles flex as he traced his fingertips up and down your folds through the fabric “Gonna make a mess of this dress, aren’t you sweet girl?”
“Fuck!”
He chuckled biting at your earlobe again “You’re gonna get us caught. Or is that what you want? Do you want people to see? Want them to see me make you feel good in the middle of this fair?” he applied pressure to your clit and your knees buckled but he held you upright “Who would’ve known such a sweet little thing could be so dirty? Hm?”
He was working your clit masterfully, even through all that fabric and you knew you’d have to bite your tongue to keep quiet. You were completely out of your mind with lust. His proximity, the way he smelled, the way he felt hard and taught against your soft body, the way he held you and, most of all, the way he kissed and touched you were doing inexplicable things to you. You’d never felt like this for anyone, ever before. And this was Harry. You knew him, but you didn’t know him. You felt safe with him like you would with an old friend, but you also felt the excitement of meeting someone for the first time. When he applied just the right amount of pressure and you arched your back slightly, he ground against your ass, letting you know exactly how much what he was doing to you turned him on and it was the last straw. He sucked on your pulse point just as you came violently against his fingers, hoping upon hope that you weren’t being too obvious to anyone that might’ve watched the two of you and you could feel him smiling against the skin of your neck.
“Let’s see what other games I can win at. Would love to taste some more of that american sweetener you mentioned earlier” he winked at you as you looked at him from underneath heavy eyelids trying to regain your composure, your eyes widening when you finally realized what he was referring to and you could already imagine him going down on you behind a trailer somewhere.
Suddenly losing to him sounded wildly tempting, but you were also dying to claim your prizes as well.
Either way, it was a win-win.
He fished out a polaroid camera out of the pockets of his denim jacket you were wearing, took a pic of you and hummed watching it develop rapidly “Not that I could ever forget that, but I wanna look at this and picture you exactly as you are now”
“And how is that?”
“...Like a wish come true”
Through the viewfinder
A/N: sooooo. this happened, again. yeah i'm wrapping this up at 6:30 am. you can let me have it, i deserve it. my inbox is full, i promised a concept night, i only fished out 3 last weekend and promised this weekend i'd go through all of them and in stead, i manage just the one. i'm sorry. i just can't write short pieces 🤷♀️i'm also extremely tempted to turn this one into a miniseries too 💀💀💀
(later edit: i did, i linked it just now, Through the viewfinder )
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