I Realised Today How Much We Put Ourselves Into Our Own Writings, Be It A Mere Fascination Of Something

I realised today how much we put ourselves into our own writings, be it a mere fascination of something we once had, be it our most rational fear or traumas, but I'm in love with the saying "we put a piece of ourselves into our works." Our works resonates us, in every sense of these words. We actually put too many pieces of ourselves, fragments of our past in every character we write, in every action of a role into our works and it amazes me because more often than not we don't realise just how much we do that. We know in the back of our heads that it is exactly how we'd do it but we never learn the courage to say it out loud if not embodied in someone else in writing and the whole time we end up looking for pieces of our own selves. We leave shreds into our works because maybe a part of us is afraid to let those things out because we're afraid what would happen if we did say it out loud.

It's that we leave homes in what we write, we create home in every story/fiction/fanfiction/book/art we've ever written or worked on and even if we may never look back at it again, we know it's still there, that home still exists. The idea of our works being our first home is one of the most beautiful thing ever.

Heyy I just wanna say that I love your account and that you're such a wonderful writer and I absolutely love your December fics. Keep it up honestly, it's so refreshing to read. Much thanks for writing them. I can't wait for more.

Honestly whoever you are... This means the world to me right now. I've felt down about writing lately and out of my zone but this is exactly what I needed today so thank you so much for this 💜

In the whole wide world, only you

Fluff

He had been sitting on the couch for the most part of the evening, reading, like he normally did whenever he was alone. He liked the silence in the flat but only the light traffic from outside he could hear, he liked those moments of being alone. He enjoyed them while it lasted and It was one of his silent alone nights until he heard the door open and the keys being kept on the counter with a long sigh and he just knew. He smiled to himself and waited for the man he loved too dearly for his own good to appear at the door of the living room and soon he did.

Harry looked at him with exhaustion before Draco put his book aside on the coffee table and said, "Long day?"

"You wouldn't believe." Harry sighed.

Draco smiled lightly and sunk a little further in the couch to make some space for Harry and opened his arms for him to join, "Come here and tell me all about it."

Harry walked slowly and tiredly towards the couch shaking his head, saying that he didn't want to talk about his day and instantly collapsed over Draco upon reaching the couch, making him laugh,

"You're gonna crush my bones, Harry." He laughed lightly.

"Well, now you know what my insides feel like." He muffled against his chest.

Draco threw his head back a little unable to control his chuckle. He wrapped one of his arms around Harry's torso and the other one in his hair and kissed the top of his head softly, "You're too exhausted, my love."

Harry hummed without moving a single inch.

Draco gazed at him fondly then shifted a little more closer so Harry could be a little more comfortable and ran his hands through his hair.

"Do you want me to make you some coffee?"

Harry only shook his head and slid sideways so he laid beside Draco now.

"Are you sure?" He asked again and Harry shook his head again.

Draco gave up his question then and only wrapped his arms around Harry and kissed his forehead again, "You really don't want to talk about today?"

Harry shook his head, "I just wanna stay here with you and cuddle and forget the world exists." Harry replied closing his eyes and cuddling into Draco.

Draco smiled and nodded, "Fine then, we'll stay here as long as you want and forget the world ever existed."

Draco wrapped one his arms around Harry's body, pulling him closer while with his other hand he turned the recorder on, Can't help Falling in love by Elvis played instantly and he turned his volume just by a notch. He drew small circles on Harry's back and whispered soft reassurances to him like he often did, telling him to not work so much while Harry only hummed and even though Draco knew Harry wasn't actually listening, he almost never did yet he still would tell him because he knew Harry needed to hear those words.

That was the thing about their love, those unspoken words, the understanding in coming home at night and just staying there with each other. Their love wasn't made out of glass or metal or anything, hell they didn't even care about what it was made of because it didn't matter. In that moment, in that time, they loved each other more than they have ever loved anyone else and that's all that ever mattered. Their happiness was in coming home to being two arms wrapped around each other and soft music playing until they would fell asleep right there on the couch and it didn't have to make sense to the rest of the world because their world was right here, in that apartment they bought together and that was all that mattered.

What a 5 minute idea turned into

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The way that I am tired and how I'm going to be tired, I should sleep but..... No.

Draco: why is Harry crying?

Ron *eating a sandwich*: oh, that's because he doesn't have his life together

Draco to Harry: Mind if I join?

Two gays crying together 👍

Till the sun burns and moon shines

It was in that one moment before he left when his eyes met mine and in that one gaze he said everything he couldn't find the words to say to me. His eyes poured the agony of having to walk away, the hurt, the pain, the ache, the grief of it the tainted history they'll carry.

I never thought we'd meet this end, one last looks kind of end. I always thought if there's one person who's meant to go down forever, it'll be with him but life plays one card so cruelly and from winning the game, you end up losing it all, just one last flip, just one sign, one number of a card that changes everything. For us, it was me forcing him to fall out of love with me.

But I think he knew that I forced him to leave me, I think he knew I never meant when I said I didn't love him anymore because he knows I'll never stop loving him but everything stands against us but Harry, if you don't know this, I hope when you met my eyes, I hope you learnt the words that never left my lips. I hope I told you in my gaze that we were just two people who were meant to meet but never meant to work out, that we were just a product of the right person at the wrong time, I hope I told you that I'll love and cherish everything you ever gave me and I'll never meet anyone like you, that I'll always, always love you and there will never be anybody else, that even if I cross your path one day know that I still love you, that in my dreams it'll only ever be you, that if I wish upon the moons and the stars and the infinity, it's you I'm wishing for but we were not meant to work out.

But if by chance, life flips me again, gives me another card and gives me one more chance, gives us one more chance, I'll take it and change our fate and that time I hope you take it too, until then you belong with someone else but I'll be yours, for as long as the sun burns and the moon shines.

(yes, I'm still alive, just trying to fix my life somehow)

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