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Chapter 2 of As Long As We’re Together is out now on ao3 :)
last line tag game
tagged by @kclenhartnovels ! thank youu ^__^
i’m cringing because this is Terrible but it’s the last thing i wrote so take my garbage sjdajkfa (not editing as i go is haaaard x.x)
The stress has been getting to him, Louis knows, and he decides sitting through this game - and, inevitably, others - will be worth it if it puts that smile on Harry’s face each time.
idk who’s currently writing but if you are then i tag you :D
nano (sort of) project list
because i don’t possess the attention span to write 50k of the same project for a month, i decided to spread the word count between four big chaptered wips in an attempt to motivate myself to actually Finish Something (@ anyone actually reading dgb: dw i haven’t forgotten about it i’m just super super suuuper stuck on a scene rip) for those interested here’s a quick rundown of what those four wips are:
monkey fic: vet!louis and wedding planner!harry jane austen level slowburn set at an ape rescue centre in the uk (check it out here!) Harry!POV
“Go home, Hazza. Before you infect us all.”
“I’m not contagious.” Harry sniffles. “…probably.”
“Disgusting. Absolutely vile, patient zero. Why are you even here? And not convalescing in bed while your animal friends feed you soup or summat?”
“Humor! Hilarious!” Harry leans back in his chair and sighs. “Wish I did have someone to take care of me right now, actually” He interrupts Nick before he can say anything. “Someone who isn’t you. You’re a terrible nursemaid.” Nick pretends to pout but Harry ignores it. “I need a boyfriend.”
alawt (sequel to “take a chance on me”): basically what it says on the tin. the continuing adventures of former popstar harry and (former?) footie coach louis (and beau) as they learn how to do the whole family thing ✌️ Harry/Louis!POV
“Is that your song?” a new voice inquires, and Harry turns around slowly to face a wide-eyed little girl holding an ice pack to her forehead.
“Maybe.”
“My mum loves that song. And you. She’s got pictures in a box in her closet where she’s kissing a cardboard cutout of you. I’m not supposed to tell anyone that, but I thought you should know.”
70′s fic: roadtrip/quest story told in flashbacks and set in 1973. based on the song little black submarines and the one of the only fics i’ve actually sunk real money into (notebook purchases don’t count :P) Louis!POV
There’s gum on the receiver. There’s someone’s bloody fucking chewed-up gum on the receiver, pink and still dented with teeth marks, and Louis feels a bit sick. He tells himself it’s the gum. The coppery taste in the back of his throat is due to the fact that he doesn’t want to risk touching some stranger’s bloody fucking chewed-up up pink gum with teeth marks, and not because he’s terrified of ringing Harry. It has fuck all to do with Harry.
wtwm (LA fic): producer louis!louis meets ysl model!harry. fake (pr) relationship that involves a lot of sunrise watching and not talking about feelings. half based on dying in la and half based on gods & monsters. Louis!POV
For a stranger who’s just vomited twice on Louis’ balcony, Harry seems surprisingly comfortable in his kitchen, flitting around and poking through the fridge and pantry. Louis watches as he amasses a pile of supplies on the counter top, and leans a hip against the doorway. “What are you making?”
“I was thinking eggs on toast, unless you’d like something a bit more fancy? Might take more time, though. If you don’t mind waiting, I can just whip us up some—”
“Nah,” Louis interrupts. “That’s fine.”
do you have the word sky in there? 🤔
sajkdjsaf i literally just wrote this and sent it to u but i’m assuming u sent this before that ahahaha
It’s not quite dark yet, though the last of the suns colours have faded from the sky.
SEND ME A WORD AND I’LL POST A SNIPPET FROM A WIP
Soft? 😊
hey ellie!
this is from the tacom sequel i keep putting off lol
Soft, like a whisper, the closest thing to a whisper he’s ever heard Harry manage, and that’s when he realises how bad he must look.
SEND ME A WORD AND I’LL POST A SNIPPET FROM A WIP
wip game
i was tagged by @allwaswell16 to post a snippet from a wip (thank you!!) so here’s a tiny bit of what was supposed to be a time stamp for my big bang fic Take a Chance on Me but has somehow turned into a full blown sequel because i hate free time apparently 😂 this takes place an indeterminate amount of time later (at least a year? maybe? idk i’m still early in the planning process) and contains spoilers for tacom so proceed with caution :p
The word echoes in his head even after she’s run off. Harry’s watching him warily, obviously trying to gauge his reaction to this new development.
Dad. She’d called him Dad.
It’s not like they haven’t discussed this before, late at night as they’re preparing for bed, conversation slowly transforming to whispers in the dark as they plan for things that Louis never even knew he wanted. Like, yeah, he’s always imagined himself having kids, but it was always a far off idea, a dream attached to a faceless bloke, and he was older and had his life together, and the faceless bloke wasn’t his boyhood crush.
(Harry had laughed for 15 bloody minutes straight the day Louis had finally admitted that, tears streaming as he gasped for breath while Louis pretended to be offended.)
Okay, maybe the faceless bloke was sometimes his boyhood crush. But that was just a fantasy; now it’s real and the babies aren’t babies or even one baby, in their place is a precocious 10 year old with a banana obsession and a penchant for dramatics. The faceless bloke actually is Harry Styles, and even after nearly a year of dating, that fact still hits him like a truck sometimes. (Mostly during sex. It’s quite inconvenient, really.)
He should he afraid. He should be tempted to run. He’s only 24, what does he know about raising a child? The thought should fucking terrify him.
But it doesn’t.
i tag @cosyblack and @kclenhartnovels and since everyone else i would have tagged has already done it this is an open invitation to do it again! (or for the first time if you haven’t :D)
a quick sketch of my first ship I ever rped and totally loved i still love it to this day so much and i do miss these guys especially w me having gone through my first rp blog the past few days the one on the left is Greed, the one on the right is Artsy (made by my date mate)
the main character in one of my stories (I'm still playing around with the title) his name is Dexter and his pokemon would be like electric, flying (??? I think that's a thing right) and fighting and I think greed in alawt would have mmmmmm dark, water, aaaa yeah yeah