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harry’s looking for love, or at the very least a date that doesn’t make him want to walk off the brooklyn bridge. his friends call him a serial dater, but he prefers romantically persistent. he believes in the process and sometimes, you gotta kiss a few toads and pay sketchy astrology sites for the answers.

what he really wants is simple. someone fun, who keeps him on his toes, who doesn’t take themselves too seriously. someone who’ll flirt shamelessly, make him laugh, maybe even whisper sweet nothings into his ear…

he just didn’t expect the last part to be so…literal.

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please remain on the line | 24ishk

coming to ao3 8am EST on march 6th

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On Rabbit Holes and Stevie Nicks and

I’m not usually one to share my very personal things widely, but there’s an important story behind this one.

My mother died over the weekend. It was after a long and painful illness after nearly 12 years of dementia. We knew it was going to happen, and we’d been readying ourselves for it since September of last year. There was one day - then - that I came home from being with her and thought to myself, “This is the beginning of the end.”

And it was. 

I spent the year trying to mask a full-on basket case underneath a very weak veneer of almost-but-still-not-quite normal. The basket case snuck out every now and again, and I did my best to out-run it, out-work it, out-laugh it, out-talk it. I did my best. 

Its voice was so loud, and it told me all kinds of things that all distilled down to one thing, and that was that I would never be any of the things I wanted to be because nothing I did would ever be good, because I was the wrong kind of everything. 

The voice laughed especially loud at something that I returned to that September, the one thing that gave me solace, that, in all honesty, was keeping me sane: writing. 

And as I wrote more and more and more, the voice had more and more to say: that it was dumb. A waste of time. Not even very good. And my favorite: Who are you to think that what you do will ever be so important that other people would want to know about it?

When I was 10, my mother asked me why I read so much. “Because I want to learn how to write,” I told her. She laughed. At 15, she asked me why in the world I spent my time typing Hemingway short stories. “Because I want to learn what good writing sounds like,” I told her. She laughed harder. 

It wasn’t nice laughter. It sounded like a basket case.

I started writing All in the Golden Afternoon about a week after that initial “This is the beginning of the end” thought. I wrote and wrote and wrote. One piece. Two pieces. A third. 

On Wednesday, five days after her death, the third piece, Can You Hear Me Calling? will come out, despite (or maybe because of?) so many of the things my mother told me my whole life long, about what I could and couldn’t do, what I was and wasn’t good at, if I was or was not valued. 

I’ve often said that this year was like a massive hole that just kept getting deeper; like that one in Alice in Wonderland. 

When Alice finally made it to the bottom, she found a key to a door she couldn’t fit through, a clear bottle labeled “Drink Me” and a dish of cookies that said “Eat me.”

And she sat there, our Alice, and cried herself a pool of tears that she nearly drowned in, because she wasn’t what she should be: the right kind of anything to walk through that door. 

But she figured it out. 

She made it through the door, and on the other side of it, she met everyone and did everything, and figured it all out on her own, unless people helped her, and didn’t really care (that much) if somebody didn’t like her. On the other side of her door, Alice could. And, in fact, was encouraged to. 

If I learned anything down at the bottom of my hole, it was this: You can. You should. You are. Go forth. 

That was my key.

On the other side of my door, I found myself in the middle of a garden surrounded by some very sassy flowers who seemingly never stopped talking, and who somehow managed to get me to disprove so many useless things I believed about myself. 

So. Find your key. Open the door. If you find yourself in a pickle, don’t forget to eat and drink. 

Go. Do. Be. 

In a matter of hours, Can You Hear Me Calling will ready for anybody to read. 

It’s about dreams, loves, people, and becoming who you are. 

P.S. My mother wasn’t all bad (no one ever is). Every single weekend morning, I woke up to her blasting Fleetwood Mac. During the last few weeks, I would play them for her on my phone, and we would sing along. She remembered every word (she didn’t, for the record, remember me). When I left her on Friday night, she reached out to me and said, “I want to go, too. I’m ready to go.” 

Thinking for sure that I would see her the next day, I squeezed her hand and said, “Go then. Do it.” And I turned to walk out, my left hand nervously squeezing my right forearm, my thumb resting on the word very recently tattooed there: BE.

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“My name is Harry Styles… an astronaut… A radiation wave hit and I got… shot… through a wormhole. Now, I'm lost in some distant part of the universe on a ship - a living ship - full of strange.. alien life forms… help me…”

… or the one where I drew them as characters from the early 2000’s sci-fi classic, Farscape

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Confirmation emails should be sent in about 3 hours, so we have time to sort out replies and emails.

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We are very happy to announce that your enthusiasm will make this fest happen!

Keep an eye on our accounts and do not miss the details for this fest in the next few days.

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you were in my dream | E | 59k

“I had a sex dream about Harry.” Louis slapped his free hand over his mouth after the words slipped out. Zayn paused, his hand freezing as he was about to take a bite, his head snapping up to look at Louis. Louis could relate, it’s how he’d felt that morning after he’d woken up. He’d laid in bed for fifteen minutes trying to figure out what had happened, why it had turned him on so much, and then patiently waiting for his erection to go down. “Like… my Niall’s Harry? Harry Styles?” Zayn clarified, his face bewildered as if trying to comprehend what had just happened. “Do you even like Harry?” “His last name is Styles?”

or Louis woke up after having a sexy dream about his best friend’s boyfriend’s best friend resolved to never think about it again. He hardly knew Harry, so what difference would it make? But when they are thrown together only a few days later, Louis had to admit, his subconscious might have been onto something.

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We Were Young (And I Was So Naive)

For the @secondtimesacharmfest. Coming March!

Prompt 26:

harry and his daughter move back to his hometown. he shows her the best parts of his upbringing, the park he used to play in, the bakery, and even the polaroids of him and his high school boyfriend, louis, he thought he'd thrown away after their breakup. what happens when they run into said boyfriend at the supermarket?

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Alright, alright. I got tagged by @leighllbealright to post a snippet, so here yah go 😋 @pissoff-wanker & @larrysmomfics , the balls in your court now!

@secondtimesacharmfest

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It was the joy of my life to get to know Harry and Gemma and Louis and Goldie and Sienna and Niall and Lottie and all the amazing teachers at Canyon Moon Preschool and I can't wait for you to meet them, too.

All in the Golden Afternoon

For the

@secondtimesacharmfest

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~Hiding Green Smiles~

a/b/o || 45k || Explicit || Complete

Louis’ heart is racing in his chest. The idea of temporary bonding—letting Harry bite down right on that spot without it being a real bond—makes his mouth go dry. He didn’t even know something like this existed! His mind fills with all the possibilities and questions. What’s it going to feel like? How will it affect his orgasms? How will it affect Harry’s knot? What parts of a bond does it simulate? When Louis goes with Liam to a hidden sex shop, he discovers a new sex toy, the BiteMat, and he can't believe his luck. He loves being bitten, has a biting kink, even, and now he can be bitten over his bonding spot without the fear of anything permanent. He hastily buys it to try with Harry, his friend and roommate, and his regular heat/rut partner for the last eighteen months. They've been friends-with-benefits outside heat or rut for eight months now, and Louis' been desperately in love with Harry for at least five of those months. -- Or the BiteMat fic

Alpha Harry || Omega Louis || Mutual Pining || Angst || Accidental Bonding || FWB

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Bend Like a Hairpin by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

Rating: M - Words: 25.8k

Written for @romcom1dficfest

Who could have guessed that Harry’s entire FBI career could hinge on his ability to convincingly swing around a stripper pole without braining himself?

Harry stands in front of the pole, his back still to Louis, and takes a big breath. He just has to hope it’s not obvious from behind that he’s completely freaking out. He closes his eyes and tries to listen to the music, letting his heartbeat match the beat.

(Or the one where FBI agent Harry Styles screws up in a mission and he has one more chance to save his career. He’s going undercover as a stripper to investigate a strip club suspected of money laundering. There’s just 2 problems: 1) Harry can’t dance, and 2) he might be falling for the club’s owner Louis, who just happens to be the prime suspect).

Title from Locked In by Estella Dawn

Read on Ao3!

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Harry Styles' Guide to Dating your Co-Star

Harry Styles has never starred in a rom-com. When he is offered a role in one, alongside thriller-star Louis Tomlinson, he sees his opportunity to expand his horizon. But Harry's golden rule of dating is simple. "Never date your co-star." When Louis and Harry's chemistry becomes crystal clear to everyone, Harry is determined to prove to everyone that you don't have to fall in love with your co-star. Even if you really like kissing them on screen...

Written for @romcom1dficfest, Read it on AO3!

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IM SO EXCITED 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

principle of pleasure ⚘️ by CuckooTrooke/@larrydoinglaundry

coming may 3rd for @secondtimesacharmfest

"Those who are most passionate to help others are always the ones most broken because they know better than anyone else what it's like scream into the void where no one listens."

dr. tomlinson is a sex therapist who's dedicated his whole life to helping others in ways he wishes someone would have helped him.

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All in the Golden Afternoon

Coming to you on April 3

As part of the @secondtimesacharmfest

Trailer created by @cy-vf

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Niall backstage at the 2017 American Music Awards - 11/19

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Does love ever truly burn out?

Or does it just lie dormant until something reignites that old spark?

Harry finally decided to call it quits with his high school sweetheart, Louis, after the passions and throws of young love had worn both of their hearts out. He left - moved all the way to America to start fresh. But what happens when, several years down the line, a twist of fate causes their paths to cross again in the most… unexpected place? Will the pair be able to keep their heads on straight, or will the flames of their love grow out of control again, burning down everything they had worked so hard to build up between them?

Projected at around 90k words, Maybe, Forever is a story about young love and second chances. Featuring a quirky Niall, a tell-it-how-it-is Zayn, and whole lot of idiotic pining, this “take-two” style fic follows Harry as he tries to balance how he feels with what he thinks is the right thing to do. Join him on this journey while he explores what it actually means to love someone, and find out where that revelation leaves him and Louis.

This fic was written for the @secondtimesacharmfest

Coming March 22nd.

Fic trailer can be viewed here:

https://x.com/cy_vf_/status/1753109601275281807?s=46

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my follow count is currently at the year harry styles was born i feel blessed by god himself