(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. ♥
I can’t even quite put into words how excited I am to be sharing this with you.
This story has been a while in the making, but really took off a couple of months ago, and has consumed me. I only hope I’ve done it justice.
There are so many people I have to thank. My writing group chat has been so supportive, screaming with me (and occasionally at me) as I churned this thing out, and it made all the difference. I have to thank a few people in particular: my darling @littlebabyruth for her ongoing support and enthusiasm, not to mention her psych-picking; my wonderful @annie-pie for her med picking and support and encouragement; the always-lovely @nottooldforthisship for her enthusiasm and the amazing edit she made. And the biggest most amazing thanks go to my sweetie @realitybetterthanfiction for her beta work and support. This also brought me a new friend, daysundercover and I am so thankful to have gotten to know her better, not to mention I’m so grateful for her impromptu beta work!!
And without further ado:
The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.
This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.
Explicit - 60K
Read it here on AO3! (And please, check the tags carefully!)
I just thought of this and it sounds good in my head, but could u do a kylo imagine where the reader gets taken by the first order & is in the interrogation type room (like where Poe/Rey were) & reader is kinda scared bc ur preggos with kylos baby (u got pregnant when he was Ben or something) & he’s like who’s the father? And u say Ben Solo, but he’s gone now. And I don’t know where to go from there so u take it away lol. Wow sorry this is so lengthy
A/N~ Apologies for how long this took writing has been tough for me these past couple months. Anyways I’m not really sure how good this’ll be because I have no idea how to write pregnancy and its been a good minuet since I’ve written some thing long like this. Please ignore any mistakes (I’ll fix them later. For now I need to stop looking at this) hope ya’ll like it!
If the doctor back on base could see you now you assume she’d be furious. Three balanced meals a day, light exercise, and plenty of rest. It was good advice for a woman like yourself eight months pregnant, and you followed those directions perfectly except for one. Rest. You couldn’t sit idly while the resistance moved so quickly around you.
Yellow Squadron denied every one of your requests or rather demands to let you join them on missions, but it never stopped you from asking one more time. Out of pure luck they’d finally said yes. The rebellion had received
of unregistered spacecraft loitering in the outer rim. There was reason to believe The First Order was behind it. An organization that had been around for quite some time but only in the past few months had they really surfaced and become a threat. Yellow squadron’s job was to go out take a look around and come right back. A scouting mission is what they called it and they must have figured the mission would be easy enough for you to come along, for the ride if nothing else. It was supposed to be easy, it was supposed to be safe.
I took 120 pictures today and I’m thinking about alternating my way of “queue-ing” and just play and edit whenever I have the chance, but not stop playing “because I have to make a queue” because that’s what puts me off most of the time… The only problem with that would be that the pictures don’t always line up with the story since I often change the story depending on the pictures I take (to accompany facial expressions etc)…
Finally finishing these after a couple of months in waiting. It took me a while to decide on her final armor, but I’m finally happy with the result (Now if I actualy level her) Teleryn through the years, with more info in the captions. She ahs had quite an eventful life since the Third War,right now during Legion she hs been recently promoted to Ranger-Captain after the Silver Covenant suffered losses in Suramar.
Not really sure if her casual look really fits WoW, but heck, I live for cool leather jackets and how can there not be a thing in Azeroth?
Finally managed to edit this pic in a way that I enjoy. It only took me a couple of months haha sometimes you need to revisit old work and apply the things you have learnt along the way on these. Which is what I did here. This is a picture from a sunny day hiking in the mountains around my house in Switzerland. We journeyed out with my best friend for the day, with a picnic in our backpacks. We hiked for 7hrs that day and saw some incredible stuff. Here is one of the more narrow walkways that we went along. On my right hand side is a pretty steep drop, and somehow they figured the railing was best place on the left hand side? hahah looking forward to setting out on more hiking adventures :)
hey,.. its me and my. boyfriend. we took this pice a couple month ago in bali.
i am indonesian, its quite hard being a gay in indonesia, anyway its indonesia LGBT problems.
lets me tell you, we have been meet three years ago, when im in travel in berlin, we match by tinder. im really attracted with arts,.. and he had so much point that i love. im not stayed longer in berlin, we ve been meet 12 times only. then we re conected by texting and video call. in that time we re not a partner just a friend. after 9 month or till he come to my hometown, in bali. we’re living together for a month, we re getting more closer till the day he need to come back to berlin, in the airport he told me that he was happy that he found his love. and iam really happy that he said it. (finally cause i was waiting for this) two month later i came to visit him for three moth i have been in the greatest live and love with him. he was share his life with me, and am really happy. its my third times to visit him, but in this time we re going to merry. so much to do,.. and indonesian bureaucracy really terrible. i had so much trouble for getting merry,.. but im not give up. so i hope everything will done and we wil merry soon. thank you sorry my english not really good, and for indonesia gay couple who want merry i could give them advice.
s/o to that one time @spacezeros told me there wasn’t a heartstopper fic on ao3 yet so i fucking came out of fic retirement back to Hell to write one i don’t? love it? but it’s alright. p short tho–2,468 words.
i even made an ao3 and sat on a waiting list for a week
The first time Charlie had met Nick, it was oddly surreal, or, it was for Charlie at least. It was late August, and Charlie had picked up a part time job while he stayed in school to get his masters degree. When Nick walked up, almost immediately, Charlie couldn’t help but find him more attractive than he’d like to admit. He was about the same height as he was, but he looked a bit more built than Charlie was.
“Hello? Are you okay?” Charlie was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts as he saw the man on the other side of the counter looking at him, confused and a little bit concerned. Oh no. Had the man said something that he had missed?
“Yeah, I was just-erm- I just spaced out a bit.” Charlie forced out a small chuckle as he silently scolded himself for giving this stranger the most awkward first impression possible.
The man smiled back. “No, no, it’s alright, I get it,” he paused for a second as he made seemingly unbreakable eye contact with Charlie. Or at least, that’s what Charlie thought until the man broke away to look down at his shoes and continue, “Just a large iced caramel vanilla breve, please.”
It had been almost two months since you had been taken from your group. You had never imagined that you would end up like this. The world was crawling with walkers, and the biggest threat to you was a man. You had been kidnaped by a man who called himself Cody. You had been drug around what seemed to be the middle of nowhere for weeks, with no hope or rescue or escape.
You had been woken up, hands tied and dragged from what had been the man’s camp the night before. Each day you felt more and more beaten down, today you felt like finally just giving up. There was no end in sight, Cody never telling you where you were going, or what he was going to do with you.
You trotted miserably behind him when you heard it. A motorcycle. You could just make out the outline of a person dismounting and walking toward you. You felt your eyes widen, hope beginning to spark in your gut, “Shit,” Cody muttered wheeling around on you. “Listen to me, you are going to act like I’m your husband and not say a word to whoever this is, understand? If you so much as make a peep, I’ll kill you and whoever the hell this is. Then I’ll go back to your group, and kill them too.” You wince as his hand jerks your head back to look at him. “I can make your death more painful than you could ever imagine. Got it?”
You manage to nod your head once, trying to think straight. You couldn’t put your group in danger, they were like family and you wouldn’t put it past this man to slaughter them. You knew there was a very little chance you would ever see them again even if you did get away, assuming they were all still alive. You had to get away.
Cody pulled his knife, slashing your bonds off your wrists. He grabbed one of your hands, squeezing it hard enough to make you wince. He pulled you along to meet the man, knowing it would look too suspicious to run away at this point.
“Hello!” Cody calls out, waving his free hand, a huge smile plastered across his face. Your breath speeds up, heart thumping rapidly in your chest. You can see the other man more clearly, long shaggy looking hair, and a crossbow in his hands.
“Either of ya bit?” he answers, standing about ten feet away, weapon slightly raised.
“No, we’re not. Just making our way North of here meeting up with some friends,” there’s a tense pause, “I’m Cody, this is my wife.” Your hand was squeezed again and you suppress the urge to jerk away and run. You know Cody had a gun hidden in the back of his waist band and you get the feeling the man with the crossbow probably couldn’t shoot as fast as Cody you draw on him.
You keep your eyes trained on the ground, looking at the leaves and twigs blanketing the forest floor. The man grunts, letting his weapon lower slightly, but still looking tense.
“We’ll just be on our way if that’s okay,” Cody’s tone is cheerily lighthearted. You feel sick, this chance was getting away, how were you ever going to get away? You let your eyes flit up, looking at the man again. He appeared to be studying you, eyes analyzing every little twitch you made. You try to convey a desperate plea with your eyes.
The man’s eyes snap away, settling on Cody, “Ya alone?”
You feel Cody tense, getting more questions than he was ready for, “Oh, yeah, just me and this lovely lady.” You feel even sicker.
You watch the man’s fingers move slightly on the bow, licking his lips, “Thought ya said ya were meetin’ up with friends.”
Cody pales a bit, stuttering over half formed words. The man locks eyes with you again and raises his bow to Cody, “Let go of her.” You suck in a breath fear pumping through your veins.
“Excuse me?” Cody splutters.
“I said, let go of her. Now,” the man says in a low voice. “Drop ya weapon, and go.” Cody’s hand goes slack. Cody jerks his hand back, but the man lunges forward first, shoving Cody to the ground, growling.
You jump away from where the two men wrestled on the ground. The man pulls back enough to land a punch on Cody’s face, again and again. You should stop them.You should feel bad, but you don’t this man had drug you away from your life and threatened and starved you for days.
Finally, the man stops, rising up casting a wary glance at you, “Ya okay?” he asks. You nod once, not trusting your voice at the moment.
“Who is he?” the man asks, snapping you into reality.
“He took me, I d-don’t know why. It’s been a c-couple of months at least,” you manage to get out.
“Asshole,” he mutters sending a kick in the limp form of Cody, “M’ Daryl,” the man, now known as Daryl, says.
“I’m Y/N,” you say, trying a small smile.
“Nice name,” he slings his crossbow over his shoulder, “Ya can come back with me if ya want. There’s a safe place.”
“Yes, what place?” you agree quickly wanting to get away from this place as soon as you could. You realize you should probably be a bit more cautious, but something makes you want to trust the man.
“Place called Alexandria,” Daryl says, shifting a bit from foot to foot.
You nod, “Thank you for saving me.”
He smiles a bit, “‘Course, we can drive back,” he adds, gesturing towards where he had parked his bike on the side of the road. You follow beside him, feeling like you have a second chance at your life.
I went through the whole blog,I'm so tired...but it's so worth it.(your art is the BOMB) ( in a good way of course...)
(Sorry I took so long to answer! I thought I did but I guess I didn’t aaaa!)
HOLY HECK!! I got so many notifications from it and I’m just wow you’re a trooper! For going through the whole blog!! I’ve never gotten that many from one person before and it’s like holy wow someone really likes my draws! Thank you so much!! I hope I can draw more BOMB draws for you, and everyone else, soon!
seven years ago today i met my wife for the first time
it took a couple months for me to understand what i felt for her
it took a couple more months for her to understand what she felt for me
it took one pitcher of sangria to get to our first kiss
it took four days from our first kiss to our first “i love you”
it took three months from our first kiss until we decided to move in together
it took four years for me to propose
it took 129 people to celebrate our wedding with us
these seven years have been made up of: 10 countries, 3 states, 5 apartments, 2 graduate degrees, 2 years of long-distance, and way too many times when i’ve gone in for a kiss with my eyes closed and she has licked me on the face instead.