Just when he’s about to stop clicking the next button and claim defeat, maybe put some posters up around town, he’s met with a picture of white cardstock lying on a table, words written in black Sharpie with careful, deliberate strokes. “Hiiii,” it reads, “if you’re reading this, you’ve found my camera! I’d love it if you could contact me so I can get it back. It’d be the nice thing to do.”
Or the AU where Harry loses his camera. Louis finds it. They fall for each other via email.
Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?” “We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.
or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.
You never called me back. I called you so many times and you never called me back.
Your city is under attack. The wards have broken, and the streets are full of demons. And you want to know why I haven’t called you?”
I want to know why you haven’t called me back.
You’re an idiot.
Is that why you didn’t call me? Because I’m an idiot?
No. I didn’t call you because I’m tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I’m tired of watching you be in love with someone else—someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.
You love me?
You stupid Nephilim. Why else am I here? Why else would I have spent the past few weeks patching up all your moronic friends every time they got hurt? And getting you out of every ridiculous situation you found yourself in? Not to mention helping you win a battle against Valentine. And all completely free of charge!
I hadn’t looked at it that way,
Of course not. You never looked at it in any way. I’m seven hundred years old, Alexander. I know when something isn’t going to work. You won’t even admit I exist to your parents.
I thought you were three hundred! You’re seven hundred years old?
Well, eight hundred. But I don’t look it. Anyway, you’re missing the point.
i don’t desperately hope that you love me back tomorrow. and maybe you never will. but one day, when we’re older and you’re sitting there, i hope you think of me and how the colour of your coffee reminds you of my eyes.
and i’ll think about how the warm morning sun reminds me of your smile.
“when in distress, draw a dude in a dress” is what i always say
and man a lot of you have been mentioning me on this post and the first time i saw it i fell in love but before drawing yuuri in that dress i had to find something for viktor and lo and behold i found this on my dash
(And I thought I’d wrap it up in three months… Whoops)! Thank you for your constant support, patience, and kudos (all 12,700 of them?)!! This project has really gotten me through some tough anxiety (and lupus, apparently) whilst introducing me to the wonderful, talented, empathetic, and creative sterek fandom. I’m honored to be friends with so many of you *hugs*
The final chapter is still in progress, as is book!Home! I’m eager to share both with you soon. ♥