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mommy give us a preview of whatever it is you are writing pwease

i took a little too long to share because of like, health dumbfuckery, but here. a present for the masses:

“I’m sorry. I can’t. I have a social engagement.” Harry’s soft response cuts off Louis, who nearly turns all the way in his chair just to give Harry his full attention. “What social engagement?” The way Louis says is all sass, nose wrinkling. Across the table, Zayn and Liam share a glance. “A social engagement.” It seems Harry isn’t going to give up the information easily, brushing his hair back over his shoulder. It puts the small emerald earrings he’s wearing on display, the teardrop shimmering in the morning sunlight. “I’m not deaf, love.” Louis’ brow furrows, hand coming up to rub at his jaw. When he speaks, his voice goes low. “What social engagement?” “I-“ Harry’s posh expression flickers just slightly, a hint of hesitation as he clears his throat, pointedly looking back to his tea when he continues. “I’ve been asked to sing at a party.” “Oh, that’s lovely-“ Niall tries to sound encouraging but he’s cut off by Liam who gently touches his shoulder, shaking his head. Whatever is happening before them, they shouldn’t intervene. “Whose party?” Louis’ tone doesn’t leave it up to argument. This isn’t the man who was kissing on Harry’s throat earlier, teasing and flirting with him. This is Louis Tomlinson – the boss. With a sharp huff, Harry folds the paper and slaps it down on the table, a tiny rebellion. It gets a reaction, Louis’ eyebrows climbing but he doesn’t move. They’re sitting so close that his knee is brushing Harry’s thigh as he’s turned towards him. Harry doesn’t yank away but he does pull himself up tall, aristocratic tilt of his head as he stares down his nose at Louis. “Ben Winston asked if I could attend and sing a few songs.” Harry answers, says it casual, like he doesn’t know what that means.

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Why Harry wants a baby and Why he deserves one

1) Because Harry Styles LOVES pregnant women 

1.1) He has the super power to notice a pregnant woman in a rayon of 1000 km

(even when they’re NOT pregnant, Harry Styles will find the pregnant women)

1.2) He loves touching their bump

(even when no one asked him to)

1.2.1) Or imagining he has one too

1.3) And because of that time when he was ready to give birth 

(I’m sure he already read pregnancies and delivering books in preparation)

2) Because Harry Styles LOVES babies

(look how his face fucking lights up, what kind of teenage superstar is that ???!!)

2.1) Just holding babies and small children

(when he will have one of his own, he will carry them everywhere like that until they’re 2 years old and WAY too big and his back hurts even more but he won’t care one sec)

(just like with pregnant women, if there isn’t a real baby around, Harry Styles will STILL find a baby to hold)

2.2) Part of why he’ll be a great parent is because, on some level, he’s just as childish as them and will play with them until daddy has to threaten to cancel disney movie night if they don’t all calm down (but really, daddy is maybe worse)

(a rare moment of calm: Choosing the movie for disney movie night is serious matter)

And really, real date or not, what kind of teenage boy brings a small child on a supposed romantic outing ?!

3) Because this fan art by rockitrocket is not even caricatural 

PROOF: 

4) Because Harry Styles already found the second daddy for his much-wanted children and that would be awesomely beautiful

IN CONCLUSION:

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Hi! Do you have a MP about Harry and his adoration for pregnant women/babies? I feel like this is important information and deserves to be well documented. lol

I don’t… so I made one! 

Nothing gets Harry Elizabeth Styles more excited than a bun in the oven because he used to be a baker. 

Harry has eyes for pregnant women like a falcon does for its prey.

 Harry always rubs his own tummy when he sees a baby bump. 

Keep reading

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Hiii, seeing the last few gifs you shared made me wonder, when you are writing your fics, is there a specific Harry and Louis that you picture? I don't know if it makes sense, but like a specific "era" and how they looked back then?

Oh 1000%

This is always my Harry

And this is always my Louis

Unless specifically states otherwise!

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Love ur blog how can we be friends

omg REVEAL urself 😻

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Sup bro

omgggggg one more 😭😭😭😭

all chill yo howz life ✌️👹

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something from my current wip… she’s a summer baby like me 🍒📷🥤🌊

1.

That’s what they say—love isn’t enough: in all those modernist plays Harry drags him out to, or all those quotes Harry underlines in his books. When they’re in bed late at night and Harry stops the world for a minute with his voice, reciting a passage from his latest read, telling Louis how he can’t understand why love wasn’t enough to save Romeo, or how he worries he’s crazy for thinking that Emily Brontë was right when she said the world would become a stranger without her lover in it. Because that’s how Harry sees the world without Louis in it. He thinks he’s crazy for loving because devotion isn’t a thing for twenty year olds, it’s only for people who have pushed through decades in a loveless marriage. ‘Devoted’ to a life they’re only just enduring.

Louis knows real devotion.

When he’s on his knees in front of Harry, spreading him apart with his tongue in the living room risking his manhood with Harry’s father only just down the hall because Harry had batted his lashes asking for his tongue.

When they’re out and it’s raining, Louis gives Harry his trainers; barefoot in the puddles because Harry can’t walk anymore in his kitten heels.

Louis thinks they’re rewritten the world with their love. Can’t even last an hour before he’s searching for Harry.

— and something light hearted

2.

The diner they pull up to holds a lot of memories. Painted in shiny white paint that’s chipping at the corners, it’s definitely not as high class as the places they usually frequent but this was the place they had their first date. So, yeah, it means something and they love coming here.

Louis orders Harry his favourite vanilla milkshake with twin cherries resting on the thick glob of cream and a stack of pancakes drenched in syrup and dotted with strawberries and other summer berries. Louis gets the breakfast sandwich and, just because he knows how Harry is, a slice of avocado toast drizzled with lemon juice and garnished with sea salt, feta and chilli flakes. Just in case he regrets the sweet dish.

“Wait, photo.”

Impatient, Louis huffs, dropping his fork. “Quickly, baby, I’m hungry.”

Harry snaps a picture of their plates on his camera, then holds it up, at Louis. “Smile, handsome.”

Louis scoffs, but he pulls a face making Harry grin. He takes it off from Harry, waiting for him to pose, a slight pout as he holds a strawberry to his lips.

“Perfect,” he mutters, placing the camera down so they can eat.

The diner is more or less empty, Harry and Louis are the only ones occupying a table.

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Can you brew it (mafia au) faster??

(with love ❤️ !! No pressure, just that your fics are the best and most looked forward to in this fandom)

Oh anon. How did you know I was working secretly on this? It's just at the beginning but here. Have an espresso shot of it.

"You're back." Louis murmurs, stepping far enough into the room that the door can swing shut behind him, leaving the security detail in the hall. Only the side lamp is on, the shade covered in thick brocade so the room around them is surrounded in shadows. "I am." Across from the door is a warm, leather armchair, the wood details waxed to shine bronze. It's a throne - made even more so by the queen currently lounging back in it. He's still got his mink coat on, the black fur soft and laid out against his throat, collar turned in to fight the chill. Harry's let his hair down though, it falling in big curls around his sharp jawline, over his shoulders, tousled like he just did it when he heard Louis outside. "Are you alright?" Slipping his hand to his wrist, Louis eases out one mother of pearl cufflink, setting it on the side board with a loud click. They were expensive gifts. They both know it. "I am." Harry repeats himself, the corner of his mouth raising in just a little smirk. He's still got his makeup on, not even a smudge in the rose pink lipstick still carving out his cupid's bow. There are more questions that Louis should be asking. He needs to know of Harry completed his assignment, if he has the information that Louis needs, if he got away unscathed and unnoticeable. They're all valid questions. All important questions. All things Liam would remind Louis to ask. But it's not the first thing running through his mind. It's not the most important detail by far. "Did he touch you?" The question hangs between them - simple and loaded like the gun that Louis takes out of his waistband and sets on the table. Harry seems to mull it over, one long leg slipping out from between of the folds of the mink coat, crossing a knee over the other. He's got his little heeled oxfords on but his calves are unwrapped from their usual nylons. They're pale white, moonstone in the dark light, peaking up to hint at a bare thigh. "He certainly tried. Was basically drooling all over my Valentino." Harry's dark lined eyes track over Louis now, heavy lashes fluttering when steps closer to him, pauses at the edge of the rug. He's close enough that if he bent over, he could grasp Harry's ankle in his hand. "But?" Louis' left eyebrow slow arches up, his nimble fingers rolling his sleeves up his forearms. "I couldn't stand for that. It's vintage and I got it tailored. It's one of a kind." Harry rolls his eyes, posh and bratty, his hands smoothing down the front of his fur. "But you got all dressed up for him." Louis doesn't say it harshly, but there is a dangerous bite to it. It's the truth - as much as they both hate it. Harry in his silks, his furs, his vintage lace - all dressed up to impress other men and get them to open their mouths. It makes Harry excellent and it makes him dangerous. "I did." Harry pouts a little, his bottom lip pushed out until it curls - that rueful little smirk on his cherub face, devil in the details as he slowly peels the coat from around him. "But I get all undressed for you." True to his word, Harry lays back against the silk lining of the coat - Venus incarnate - as his pale skin gleams in the lamplight. He's only kept his pearls on, the little strand of them nestled against his collarbones - put there the first time by Louis' own hand. It's a gift as much as it is a collar, a reminder of who Harry belongs to. "Oh pet.:" Louis sighs, lets his eyes drink over Harry, engorge himself on the beauty that Harry is - bird boned and lean muscle and flushed pink and dripping. "I did what you said, got what you wanted." Harry bats his eyelashes again, his painted nails dragging teasingly up his sternum. "Don't I get my reward now?"

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what fics have dropped recently that you’re reading

never thought id ever in my life get an anon but i believe that my whole life has led up to this moment.

some of these fics that ive read are Obviously from the bhff like this round is so bomb ru shitting me

can we please get back to loving by jourrneytothepast - larry stylinson were created for each other by jesus himself to have and to hold for better for worse etc etc and nothing can everrr change that.

Full of Terraced Dreams by @insightfulinsomniac - love how this fic gave me raging baby fever while also leaving me with the realisation of how hard parenting can actually be. lovelove

by the shore, we bloomed by @eulogisemeao3 - made me feel things that i haven’t felt in a very long time. it also reminded me of the movie Barbie as the Island Princess, one of my faves :p

all i’ve ever learned from love by @eulogisemeao3 - a beautiful fic about two humans who live on earth and cling on to each other to get by. blessing to larrryficworld.

a guy like you should wear a warning by @ursulalequeen - there was not one sentence in this fic that didn’t elicit all sorts of reactions out of me. i enjoyed every minute of it. (louisisohot)

pictures of us by @givesuethemoon - i have no clue how 6k words managed to tickle a very specific part of my fucking soul but it happened and i am eternally grateful.

when close to satisfaction by @givesuethemoon - currently reading this and it is bomb the confidence i have in etherealbliss to always deliver is simply testament enough.

this is all i have off the top of my head.. ive actually been going back to reread some of my old favourites so there are still so many of the recent fics i have yet to read.. this is all so excitingjsjdj 🤓

okay ive had my tumblr moment<3 tysm<3 gbye<3

LARRY FIC IS SO BACKKKK 💕

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In your head, do all of your louis and harrys stay together after the fic ends? I hope this question makes sense💕 love all your work!

Hiiiiii

Your question absolutely makes sense and I’ve definitely thought about it over the years. I’ll try to break it down for you the way it exists in my head. Spoilers for my fics below, I guess?

to haunt a heart:

I’m glad I get to finally talk about this in a meaningful way. I’ve said in the past this fic scares me and it’s for a few reasons. To start, it essentially operates as a fever dream. These characters have had their lives irrevocably changed by these murders. Harry is depressed, anxious, and passively suicidal. Louis is…. I don’t know what he is, but he’s surely working through some shit of his own, lol. These two broken people come together and fall obsessively in love over the course of 2 weeks. Key word: obsessively. They brush important things aside for the sake of that love. They ignore flaws for the sake of that love. For that reason��� I do think they stay together, but in a trauma bonded way, if that makes any sense. There’s no one else in the world who understands what they went through in that period of time like they do. Some of their characteristics are so opposite (for example, Harry’s avoidance) that I can’t help but think they break up for some time after an intense fight but come back together because nothing is more addicting than obsessive love.

when close to satisfaction:

Oh, my babies. These are my babies. They are perfect for each other. I wrote the puzzle scene in chapter 4 with a purpose— I genuinely think of these two as puzzle pieces that were meant to find each other and be together. They complement each other in the loveliest ways. They bring out the best in each other. They probably have the healthiest relationship I’ve ever written. They will be happily together forever

sent by the sun:

Hmm. These characters have their own flaws but it’s also one of the first stories I wrote where both characters actively work on trying to be better for the other person. Louis goes through hell to be with Harry, lol, and Harry does a lot of self-reckoning to be with Louis. In that way I would say this story was one of my first real character studies. I think they do stay together and have kids and grow old together!

your lips in the low light:

These two, man. I think they're on and off all throughout their twenties. They might even get into committed relationships with other people for no longer than a few months before breaking those people's hearts and getting back together again. I think, once they're in their thirties, they figure their shit out and eventually settle down. They do end up together.

there's no pleasure in this resisting:

Honestly, I don't think about this fic much because there's not much to think about, lol. But Harry and Louis both are so sweet in this story. I would say they have a healthy relationship and Louis teaches Harry about love. They end up together for sure

I guess, now that I've put it into words, they all get their happy endings in the end! Some of them just have a longer, rougher journey than the others hahah. But I like to believe Louis and Harry make it in every universe <3 yay

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— all i’ve ever learned from love

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“I’m not a woman.” Harry points out. “I don’t get the chance to be picky with who I bring home.”

“If you don’t wanna go home with him tonight, come with me.”

“I’d have to,” he rolls his eyes. “This is my house.”

“No.” Louis clears his throat, a hand curling up Harry’s shoulders to slide down his bare chest. The pad of his thumb flicks against Harry’s perked nipple, making him gasp. Louis bares his hand across his skin, pushing him back to lean against him. Harry falls easily, lashes fluttering. “Share your bed with me.”

“We do that anyway.” He sighs, back pressed against the warmth of Louis’ body.

“It’s been a while since I touched you, doll.” Louis stimulates his nipples with a right thumb, his other hand rests under Harry’s jaw, flicking his lips. The man pops his eyes open, parting his lips easily so Louis’ thumb can slide in.

“No wonder all the men love you,” he groans, pressing down on Harry’s tongue.

“You’re lucky I haven’t put my lipstick on yet.”

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I am mourning both the loss of Liam, but also the loss of the small refuge 1D offered me, in a harsh world.

Their music, their interviews, the fic — it was a tiny utopia I could retreat to, untouched by the realities of life. In those albums, in those stories, they could just be five boys, singing, having fun, making it big, loving each other, and I could suspend the biggest truth of life for the length of a song, an album, a fic: that happiness and grief often go hand-in-hand.

Now, grief has walked into my comfort zone and touched everything. It’s tried to put things back where it found them, but it’s no use. My refuge has changed and there’s no going back.

Rest in peace, Liam. I wish you had gotten the help you needed. Thank you for holding my comfort zone together, for all these years.

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i guess i never get tried of talking about how much i adore your fics in your box! i wanna be your n.1 fan! i wish you had a never ending fic!!!! i wish i could read new books written by you everyday!!!! i love love love your work you’re too awesome!!!! thank you thank you thank you. <33333

i love you! i will never get tired of seeing you here! thank you so much 🤍🤍🤍

sooooo happy to hear you like my work and that it resonates with you. you’re so kind

i hope to see you in november for the next one x

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That's how he trained Clifford.

FITFWT Uncasville, 26 May 2023