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I miss writing so much. If I put up prompts, would people want to send in a kid or something? A pairing? Dad and kid?

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Never not missing the kids. I am sure they're all grown up now!

I want to be realistic, but honestly I think they're all well adjusted and totally happy. Lol.

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S.O.S

An anon suggested Daphne x Connor drabble and this came to mind. I was listening to Abba when I was editing this, hence the title.

Out of the corner of his eye, as one of his parents’ closest friends was peppering him with questions, Connor saw Daphne creep up to the front door. She was a small, but speedy mess of hair and skintight knit sweater in different shades of blue. Connor held up a finger to excuse himself and slip away. His parents had thrown together a going away party for him since he was hitting the road in two days for his first tour, opening for a musician he deeply admired. Connor loved the attention and could talk about music all day with anyone, but the party fell flat to him since Penelope was already gone to Paris. Molly was supposed to come in, but her flight was delayed and now she wasn’t arriving until tomorrow. He felt a little cheated. 

“Hey, thanks for coming.” Raised to always mind his manners by his forever posh mother, Connor said to his pseudo little sister as soon as his head poked around the corner. He could hear his Uncle Calum howling with laughter in the kitchen, listening close to an anecdote of his dad’s, but assumed they came separately. “You got to run?”

“Oh.” Eyes wide, surprised by Connor, she stared up at him from her knees and dropped her phone into her pocket as she jumped up. “I’m not going. I was just checking my phone. I left it in my shoes, but - ”

“Trying not to check it every two seconds?” Connor smiled all-knowingly. He was glued to his device and had been bad for looking at constantly, checking if Penny posted anything new or if she had texted. He always had a huge crush on the eldest Hemmings kid, but it had grown ten fold since they kissed at the airport. 

“Basically." 

"Expecting somebody?” Connor leaned into the wall to ask, watching as Daphne’s eyes moved to look at her sock covered feet with mild sadness. It only occurred to him then and there that she had retreated some since she and March broke up. Penny’s brother had forced her to burst like bonfire flames out of her shell, but now that they were no longer together, Daphne was hiding again. 

“No, not really.” Her phone vibrated far less since she and March broke up. She didn’t know he was hiding away in his room. She assumed that he was out with Raquel Coin or had already moved on to some new girl that was prettier than she found herself. “It’s just a habit.” Daphne stumbled backward and took a seat on the bottom wooden step of the staircase, resting her arms lazily on both knees. 

“You doing okay?” Out of instinct, he joined her in the stairs.

  “I’m fine.” Daphne was just like her mother. It didn’t matter if she was in pain, if anyone ever asked she always told them that she was fine. It was as if she thought to be anything else would be an inconvenience to the rest of the world. “Have you heard from Penny?” Daphne figured while she had his attention that she would take advantage of it.

“Yeah. She’s good.” Connor stopped himself from babbling on and on about her. “I think she’s getting settled in France, looking forward to her Dad leaving.” He chuckled, thinking back to her latest text which was just a series of photos of Luke looking at her sternly in different locations. “You know, Penny stuff…”

“She isn’t talking to me right now. I think she’s mad that I broke up with March.” With her fingers hooking onto one another and fidgeting around, Daphne admitted with bashful shame.

“He is her brother.” Connor nudged Daphne and whispered as if it was a secret. He shook out his blond fluffy hair and then gripped his fingers through it. “I don’t know Penelope to hold a grudge, honestly. I think she’s probably just busy.” She was getting settled in a brand new place after all and preparing for school. “You’ll hear from her soon.” Connor’s voice promised Daphne, feeling confident in what he was saying. Still, he made a mental note to talk to Penny about it and see what was actually going on.

“Everybody’s busy now. Molly is in university, Emmeline is modelling in the States, you’re going on tour…” Daphne felt as if her world was shrinking in and she was going to be alone with only her guinea pig. It sometimes made her regret dumping March, but she knew that it was important for her to cut ties and have some time to herself. While everyone else seemed to have friends at school or other parts of their life, Daphne felt isolated. She wasn’t a natural social butterfly like Emmeline or Connor and people were not drawn to her like they were to the Hemmings children. She wished she could be like Molly who seemed to be prefer to be left to her own devices, who enjoyed being in her own head, but Daphne did enjoy when March introduced her to new people or when he would invite her out to join one of his many groups. She wasn’t even like Iden who chose to pull away from people, Daphne just felt like she was totally by herself.

Connor watched Daphne for a moment, thinking she looked something like a real life Thumbelina on the bottom step and then threw his perpetually sunkissed arm around her. He was lucky to have a big sister his whole life who looked out for him. He tapped into his inner Molly and pulled Daphne close, forcing her to bow her head of thick brown hair onto his warm shoulder.

“I’m not good at anything like any of you…” She continued speaking before Connor could offer her an open invitation to text him anytime. The only reason the two of them didn’t interact much was because one of them was almost always with Penelope before, so it was unspoken that they would be hanging out through her. “I’m stuck here.”

Daphne couldn’t help, but feel anxious. It was easy to follow behind March and trust that everything would work out. He was popular and rarely let on that he was just flying by the seat of his pants. Now, that she was truly alone, without her boyfriend, and her favorite people away, Daphne had no idea what she was going to do. Everyone else had a path or some dream to follow, but she felt blank and empty.

“That’s not true.” Connor shook his head and moved back so he could feel look her over. “You just don’t believe in yourself.” He always saw that as the main difference between the people in Daphne’s life and herself. They all had confidence in themselves. Nobody told Connor he could write songs, he just wanted to and did. Penelope had been instructed to never surf again, so she channeled her energy into cooking despite how many sloppy desserts and burnt meals she put together. Emmeline was born thinking she could take on the world and, therefore, she did. Daphne might have liked to dance, but she always felt like she was bad at it. It never mattered what any instructor or choreographer told her.

“You sound like your dad.” Daphne laughed and knocked her head against the wall, away from Connor.

“No, I sound like your dad.” Connor joked back, playfully nudging her in the ribs again. “Are you hungry? I want to get more shrimp.” His mom had the party catered and, without his Uncle Luke around, that meant there was plenty of opportunities to nab some sambuca fried prawns. Connor jumped up first and offered Daphne his hand, but she picked herself up on her own and followed him to the kitchen where Ashton and Simone loudly celebrated their arrival.

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Omg, you’re Canadian and from Toronto? Me too! That is so cool. I grew up reading all your fics. I just got engaged in Muskoka ❤️ hope your life is good!

I'm actually from Winnipeg but I did live primarily in Toronto when I wrote those stories on here. Muskoka is so so so beautiful! When I write for fun, stories I make up for myself, I like to set them there because its so special. Happy engagement. Thats so wonderful!!!

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I always think of the kids, specifically Emmeline, March, and Miles, when I hear this.

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The Disappearance of Astrid Bricard by Natasha Lester

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hi! you just popped back up on my dash and i just have to say. it has been over a decade and i still think back on your fics, and the love i felt in them. this is so specific but i remember a lot of your fics were set in toronto, and when i moved there for university (years after reading your fics!), i thought about them when i was on streets and areas you'd mention. i live across the country now in rural bc, and i STILL remember them as i write my own original fiction and live my own life. anyway i just wanted to say i hope you're well, and you had such a big impact on my writing and love of 5sos! 💕💕💕

oh my goodness. Thank you for this. Writing these stories and having a fun community on here was such a highlight. I miss it all the time. I try to re-map the stories now to figure out what to do, but I haven't figured much out.

I hope BC is treating you nicely. It's beautiful out there, but I've only really spent time in Vancouver. We talk a lot about whale watching in Victoria someday (which you know Molly would have been all over...that kind of makes me want to write a story actually!)

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If you see this. This is me. Trying to write again. About anything. Just write again cause it feels good.

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YES! We would love to know how everything was going to turn out! I would love to know what happens with Penny and Jules. They where always my faves.

I’ve read your writing for years and have loved everything you do. I hope your doing well🩵

I was about to say they were my favorite too, but they all were.

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I think you’re so wonderful and I hope you have endless good days

Same to you 💜

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Oh I can imagine you writing such good angsty romance.

You were such an integral part of my late teenage years (17 ish) and it almost feels weird to admit it but I truly believe you shaped the way I think sometimes and how I consume books and literature.

Even though this might sound extreme, I just really wanted to say thank you for the way you and your writing made a lasting impression on me. 🥰🩵

Writing on this blog was integral to processing a lot of grief. It was my community. I am so grateful I had all of you. The friendships and conversations still mean so much to me. Thank you for being a comfortable space for me to share my imagination with. I'm glad we got to be in each other's lives in some capacity.💜💜💜

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I come back to your page often because your stories feel very nostalgic - you have a beautiful writing style :)

This means so much to me. Thanks!

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what kind of stuff do you write these days? I started reading your stories when I was 19 and now I'm about to turn 30 😭 Also, March has been my favourite boys name for the last decade because of you. If I ever have a baby boy I fully plan on calling him that and stealing your name (sorry 🫣😂)

Just original character stuff. Angsty romance.

I love that name. It was on my baby name list when pregnant with my son, but we did not go with it.

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Queen, what’s your stranger things blog again?

gutterdreams

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I miss march and daphne so much. I have read your stories back when I was still a teenager and now I’m 25 and getting married soon. I wish you’d write a book. I miss these characters and I miss my teenage years. Thank you for writing and thank you for your talent.

I feel this so much. I hope you had a beautiful wedding day.

Change is so hard. I long for the "old days", but still am excited about the unknown future so I totally get it.

I still write every day but I don't post anywhere. I miss it.

Thank you for this. I think about all of you so much and am so grateful for you all.

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I loved writing stories here. I think about all the talented writers and great stories on here all the time. I have a son now and a whole little life, but I still write for myself and have so much gratitude for all of you who made me feel so special when I felt really small in this big world. I hope you're all well.