[ MyStreet Garroth x Reader ] Choosing you

Orange Flowers and Purple Butterflies

unedited chapter, 

Welcome to Season 6; Starlight. I just want to warn you guys, that the more I progress to my style and take on the story the more it may seem not so very innocent and child-friendly as Aphmau's roleplays once were. But I won't make it as explicit. 

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[ Chapter 6, Page 1]
"...Y/N, I couldn't ask for a better addition to our family..."

Starlight...  Your shared room... Your  POV;

As I tightened the ribbon securing my hair into a ponytail, I marveled at its length, amazed by how much it had grown over the months. It was a baffling transformation, considering it typically took years for my hair to reach such lengths. Yet, here I was, with locks cascading down to my thighs, a testament to the passage of time and the changes it wrought.

Glancing into the body mirror that adorned our room, I couldn't help but admire the outfit I had chosen for the day. Garroth had suggested that we match, like a married couple would on a vacation. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself unable to resist his pleas. After all, who could say no to such a charming proposal? With a smile, I adjusted my attire, grateful for the opportunity to share this moment with him.

Besides, when have I ever be the type person to say no to THE Garroth Ro'Meave. 

With quick spins, I reveled in the flowiness of the dress adorning my frame. The off-shoulder top, adorned with blue frills and speckled with vibrant orange flowers, mirrored the design of Garroth's collared shirt. It was a charming coincidence, one that brought a smile to my lips as I twirled before the mirror.

These past few months had been a whirlwind of emotions, a roller coaster ride through the depths of my memories. Ever since our fateful journey to the lodge, fragments of my past had surfaced, unlocking secrets I never knew existed. Yet, amidst the chaos of revelations and uncertainties, one thing remained certain: my father's reticence regarding our family's history. It was a puzzle I was determined to unravel, though I knew the journey ahead would be fraught with challenges and obstacles.

"Hello, my love," Garroth's voice echoed through the room as I spun around, catching sight of him leaning against the doorway with a charming smile gracing his lips. His hair was styled differently today, with his bangs neatly fixed up while the rest maintained a slightly tousled appearance. Dressed in a blue collared shirt adorned with orange flowers that matched mine, along with blue jeans shorts and white shoes, he exuded a casual yet dashing aura. With his arms crossed against his chest, he looked every bit the epitome of rugged charm.