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ialwaysknewyouwerepunk · 9 months

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queer signalling: louis and harry living their beautiful queer lives, collected by me

since we must take note of our fellow queers when they signal that they are very much one of us, despite being closeted. since i've had a very very queer few years thanks to them, thanks to their signalling, thanks to them being brave.

(!! this list isn't exhaustive, and if i've forgotten your favorite, by all means let me know. there's always room for another edition. it's been a while since i made a compilation and felt there was a need of a new one on my blog. this one goes a few years back, since my last one dates from 2021 :'o. so yeah. here we go.)

harry in my policeman, playing a closeted queer man, based on the book that's long been one of his favorites. lauded by the director and co-stars for how well he portrayed this character, how well he understood.

harry wearing a green flower on his chest for the mp premiere, placing himself (once again) in the same line of history as oscar wilde.

louis's green flowers on his initial 28clothing jersey at the first afhf, which includes bonus roses and 28s all around

the entire late night talking mv bc!!!!!

louis's rainbow stage lights during sibwawc. he really did that. every single night.

the entire dazed magazine happening. “I’ve always tried to compartmentalise my personal life and my working life,” he explains. / “I have unlocked an ability to be myself completely, unapologetically,” he says with conviction." / “I think through my own sense of self and personal journey, I am realising that happiness isn’t this kind of end state.”

louis's gay exit songs: most notably 'ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't've)'

harry flirting with stanley tucci

louis and his gay ass tank tops !!! we must point it out !!!!!!

all along

harry kissing a pride flag during harry's house ono in nyc

rainbow flare during the btm mv

harry being gifted a mask of his own face at munich n2, which prompted him to say that he feels like he's wearing a mask sometimes

28 in a triangle for 28clothing!!!!!!!!

kit connor soft launching 28 clothing. a young actor starring in a queer coming-of-age series, who was forced to come out after being accused of queerbaiting. he was the first one, besides louis, to wear 28clothing

harry's grammy's speech "people like me" (which ppl sadly misunderstood), echoing what he's been saying on tour for years. this doesn't happen to people like him. if they only knew, right?

harry's freddie-inspired outfit for the grammy carpet (which also brought back his theme for clown/jester fits, like harryween 2021 n2. wonder why)

louis's merch graphic where a boy is trying to smash a glass ceiling

harry posing for david hockney, actual living legend, gay artist of the ages. "Styles seems to know how lucky he is, adding, with a tinge of disbelief: “I’m in awe of the man with enough one-liners for a lifetime.” As to what those one-liners might be? Styles and Hockney’s mutual silence on that question suggests that what happens in the studio, stays in the studio."

louis having suspicious visuals during back to you, the only visuals of that type on tour

harry's 2022 harryween outfit: dressed as danny (literally. he did that. he went grease on us.) but wearing sandy's jacket

louis at barricade aka held safely in the arms of strong security personnel

harry singing man, i feel like a woman and still the one with shania twain. while wearing a rainbow discoball jumpsuit (parallel with kacey musgraves wearing a rainbow dress to sing it with him years ago.)

louis's gay ass merch for the away from home festival

harry dressed in nina ricci by harris reed, an explicitly gender-fluid line. "At 18 I found myself living in london creating ruffle blouses, corsets, fabric flowers and flares from my kitchen floor (...). My creations at the time were met with nothing but criticism for being “too feminine” or “costume”, teachers said I should focus on “menswear” or “womenswear”. l remember it really wasn’t until I started dressing for myself and who I was that it all clicked. @harrystyles was my first ever client who embraced the fun, fluid and expressive clothing I was creating."

continuous bluegreening. to name a few: harry's werchter fit, all this time lights, satellite caps in two colors only, louis's smiley flickering bluegreen on tour in 2022, the james cordon shit, louis in uncasville. enjoy this post here

harry's snl shoot unseens: him as ariel

louis out in amsterdam at a gay bar

harry going to the women's only swimming pond (on a day it was open for men, but this is important to me okay)

harry's use of orchids in his visuals during 'she' during love on tour '23

the 'hairy mermaid' tour visuals

harry as a mermaid during the mfasr mv. as a supreme physical manifestation of harry as the mermaid he truly is inside. but in his true form he gets chopped up and consumed. literally

as it was mv and its parallels with the matrix, hints to harry as the woman with the red dress.

louis jumping up on barricade against the one spot where a pride flag was draped over it

oh yeah that exact same thing happened in 2022 too

harry forming a skirt with a pride flag in brasil after his pants ripped

that gay ass denim getup with the fur collar?? while wearing the fucking peace ring????

harry and phoebe breaking gender norms in the tpwk mv dance. no i'm not over it yet shut up

louis wearing a basquiat t-shirt, another famously queer artist joining the ranks

harry bought an actual genuine basquiat. flex

harry dressed in skirts for gucci

"happy pride! happy pride! 'tis the season! can you tell i'm relaxed?"

"isn't all of this sparkly bi music?"

satellite mv rainbow planet tshirt

louis's bigger than me promo where he's literally george michael like??? IM SORRY???????

harry kissing lewis capaldi at the brits

harry kissing nick kroll at the dwd premiere. lol

and... harry as friend of D O R O T H Y. sang over the rainbow. we all cried. especially me at this clip of harry glancing in relief at his band after over the rainbow.

#queer signalling #my posts #long post #anyways............. hmu if you have more bc i know there's more that i've forgotten but i didn't want to wait #but these were my personal highlights #this is for me more than anyone i know. i don't really know if anyone's really waiting on this #but i personally have been feeling like i gloss over a lot #and forget a lot #and minimise a lot for fear of making a big thing out of something small #but... then i make big things into something small.#which i hate #going through my archive just shows how fast an event passes by and i just stopped talking about it #ive complained about this many a time i know #anygays #for whoever wants to come scream with me <3 #also i have left out some events that were too easily deniable and i didn't want to clutter the post #since what's actual tangibly real and straight from them is so insane already #also that gif is how i feel rn.#how i often feel tbh #i want to be braver again

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 1 year

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Dad!Harry Fics!**

These are the things I've written with dad!Harry themes:) They're more wholesome than not (even the smut)

** - smut ^ - angst

Blurbs:

Harry loves telling his daughter his and Y/N’s love story Harry is a single dad and his daughter gets her first period Harry is homesick so Y/N visits with their baby Y/N is 7mos. pregnant and has a car accident^ (fluffy ending) You're about to have your and Harry's first baby

One Shots:

Come So Far^ - Y/N and Harry try to piece their lives together after he cheats on her. (Part 2 of this request) Baby Fever** - The one where Harry has baby fever and he can’t wait to start a family with Y/N. No Kids** - After their second baby comes Harry & Y/N have been so busy that they’ve had a 6 month dry spell and Harry’s looking to fix that. ASAP.

Series:

The Divorce - After several years of marriage and two children Y/N’s worried that Harry’s not been himself. Then, Y/N sees something she clearly wasn’t supposed to. (3 parts) (Ongoing) Young American- Y/N get’s offered the opportunity of a lifetime, an apprenticeship at English Graffiti, world renowned tattoo artist, Eddie Chan’s first American shop. However, an unnerving rivalry brews between her and one of Eddie’s old apprentices and best artists, Harry Styles. 🎃 (LONG! parts 18-20 have the baby stuff) (Ongoing) Wonderful World - Harry is a psychiatrist who starts to see a young girl named Celeste. As time goes on he starts to find himself developing feelings for Celeste’s mother, Diana. Despite his many accomplishments, once they come into his life he realizes that his life is a bit empty. But there is no way he can pursue the woman he wants, it’s unethical and it could put his entire career in jeopardy.

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haztobegood · 2 years

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It Was Always You

Happy 28th! Here is a collection of fics where Harry and Louis are meant to be together in every universe and at any time. Remember to leave the authors comments and kudos when you read!

✨ Raconteur. by cjmrecs G, 1K, Established Relationship, Story-Telling, Sleepiness

louis can't sleep and harry tells him stories.

✨ Hearts with one purpose alone by tigriswolf G, 3k, Soulmates, Canon Compliant, Dreams

The thing of it is that Harry's been waiting for years by the time he trips into the toilet and sees the boy washing his hands.

✨ The sweetest devotion I've known by insufferablelovebirds @twoweekslhome NR, 6k, Soulmates, Fake Dating, Witchcraft

a fake boyfriend AU with a twist

✨ You Turned Up (Like a Friend of Mine) by @lululawrence NR, 10k, Parallel Universes, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fanfiception

The one where Harry disappears on graduation day only to show up on Louis' door looking exactly the same ten years later. Through a series of strange events, maybe they can finally figure out that they're destined to be together, no matter what.

✨ Veni, Vidi, Amavi by @fallinglikethis E, 10k, Soulmates, Ghosts, Pining

Harry remembers why he stayed now, why he’s always had that feeling of waiting. He was holding out for Louis, his soulmate. He was keeping his promise.

✨ Waiting For Daylight by @dinosaursmate E, 12k, Parallel Universes, Friends to Lovers, Fanfiception

Louis wakes up to find that his best friend has never existed. In a quest to find him, Louis is sent to several parallel universes. He can't seem to find his own Harry, and he doesn't understand why every alternate Harry wants to kiss him.

✨ Can you hear these dreams? (Calling out your name, can you hear them?) by larrycaring @mystupidamours G, 15k, Twin Flames, Reincarnation, Prince Louis

After visiting an ancient royal castle in France, Harry is haunted by the portrait of a young man who seems familiar beyond explanation.

✨ Every Lonely Place by HamPalpert @ham-palpert E, 38k, Soulmates, Time Travel, Proposal

Facing the fact that he’s been prioritizing his career over his relationship, Harry proposes to his longtime boyfriend Louis on a whim. But when yet another work emergency takes precedence over their plans, Louis decides he’s had enough. Harry goes to bed drunk and alone, and when he wakes, he finds himself in an entirely different world. Over and over again, Harry visits a lifetime he’s once lived, across time and dimensions. And wherever there’s a Harry Styles, there’s a Louis Tomlinson.

✨ Take The World By Storm by @reminiscingintherain M, 56K, Soulmates, X-Factor Era Canon Divergence, OT5 Friendship

Maybe the X Factor wasn't the first time Louis and Harry had met. Maybe it was always meant to be, unavoidable in the universe. And maybe it happened a little bit differently than we think it did.

✨ The Garden Series by throwthemflowers @hazzabeeforlou E, 57K+ (WIP), Biblical Reinterpretation, Reincarnation, Historical AU

Through many centuries and reincarnations, the same fate always binds Louis and Harry’s souls together… an AU mirroring the parallel stories of David, Jesus, and Adam in the Bible, the three “Christ-like” figures in Biblical history.

✨ of lost things by @dehydratedpool E, 58k, Reincarnation, Greek Mythology

Louis comes with a familiarity Harry has never felt with anyone else before. After their fateful meeting, their chemistry became undeniable, and soon after, Harry had felt like he hit the jackpot when it came to finding the person he would spend the rest of his life with. But all relationships come with their own unique problems, and Harry soon realizes that their relationship is no different. When their problems go from unordinary to nearly bizarre in nature, he takes it upon himself to find an answer to their troubles. What he stumbles upon are terrifying coincidences between his and Louis’ story, and the ill-fated mythological couple, Orpheus and Eury. But it’s all they are; just coincidences, ones that feel as frighteningly familiar as Louis. Except… what if none of this is a coincidence? What if everything Harry has always seen as fiction is true, and myth—or rather, history, is about to repeat itself?

#one direction fanfiction #1d-library #ficsfor4am #trackinghome #hlcreators #haztobegood recs fic

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allisonreader · 10 months

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I don't know why I'm thinking about this at this particular moment. What prompted it I do not know, but here's my thought of the moment.

There are times where I feel well rounded in what I've read and there are other times where I feel like I've hardly read a drop in the bucket (which will always be true to some extent. There's only so much that CAN be read in one lifetime). And I suppose that it all depends on who is around and your talking to. You can be well read in one area and not in another. So if you're talking to someone who is well read in that area that you're not, then of course you're going to feel less well rounded than if you're talking about an area that you are more well rounded in.

Like I'm definitely not as well rounded in some of the classics as I'd like to be. I have a bunch of freebies of classic books (ebooks) that I have yet to try and read. I did start to try and read War and Peace once, years ago. I think I got like 30% through and then didn't return for one reason or another yet.

Thinking about it, I don't actually know if I would consider myself well rounded in any particular category. Maybe Titanic related stories, because I have read quite an assortment of those. And for awhile my parents and I were reading quite a few Harlequin published books, not saying that they're high literature as some of them I would consider having serious issues (at least for me) in them. (I mostly have three books in mind, one was a mystery where there was no way no how that you could have guessed who did it. There was no lead up, no foreshadowing, no hints or clues just literally the plumber/carpenter did it. Very unsatisfying. And then the other two were books by the same author; which was extremely clear, as the style had something that I couldn't quite place, but made the books hard to read. Quite the slog and between myself and my parents, none of us could quite say what it was, other than it made it hard to read.) I guess; at least when I was younger, another "genre" so to speak that I could have been more well read in was unsolved mysteries. I was big into reading about that type of thing. Everything from cryptics (sasquatch, Nessie), spontaneous combustion, the older information about whether Anastasia actually managed to survive or not, and such.

As of now I feel like my reading fits more into rereads, though I've always have done a lot of rereading. Like now I'm sort of trying to reread a childhood series that I enjoyed when younger. It's still a good series, but I am struggling with it a bit now, as it's definitely written for the age of when I first read it. Though I just read the one book that scared me a bit when I was younger. Not so scary now, but at the original time of reading, I had to check/double check with my mom that phantoms weren't real. Cause I was a scaredy cat with an overactive imagination, who in no way would have been able to read Harry Potter at that age, as I couldn't even watch Star Wars. (Still have that overactive imagination and have to be careful of what I watch or read.)

#this turned into quite the little ramble that I didn't expect #I sort of feel like there's more to say but at the same time I think it's not on the original point #and I don't actually know what else to say except to ramble on without more direction #I don't even know what else to say or if there actually needs to be more

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just-let-me-adore-you · 1 year

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Lover |H.S|

Part 1: The Golden Opportunity

Description: Her mother has cancer, she dropped out of college to get a job just to barely scrape up enough money to pay for her mother's treatments. But, when Blaire Pascoe gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to become a member in Harry's band. An opportunity that will change her life forever. Both good and bad.

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Warnings

•mild swearing

•alcohol consumption

•smoking

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Important Characters

•Blaire Pascoe (Taylor Swift/Her Rep Era) ⬇️⬇️

•Harry Styles (Himself HS1 Era)

•Talia Lane (idk whoever this is)

•Dylan Lane (whoever this is)

•Andrea Pascoe (Taylor Swift's Mother/Andrea Swift [the one on the left])

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Hate to start off with an a.n but...Yes I know that the MC is Taylor Swift . . . But this is basically pre famous Taylor only it takes place in 2017. (Idk if that makes sense or not?) This will be a series idk how long it'll be but expect it to be long(I enjoy writing long stories so that's why I say that) Anyways, thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this story! :)

All the love, Skye

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August 25th 2017

[Blaire's P.O.V.]

I hummed to the beat of Hello by Adele, as I wiped down the crumb covered booth.

I quietly began singing the words, "So, hello from the other side. I must've called a thousand times, to tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart, but it don't matter it clearly doesn't tear you apart." Suddenly I was cut off by the sound of the restaurant door swinging open, told me that I had a customer.

"Someone will be with you in a minute!" I called, quickening the speed I cleaned the booth. Once I finished wiping the booth I rushed into the back where the rest of the workers mingled. "Hey, can someone take orders for me? I've gotta' finish wiping the booths." I spoke, I got no response and heavily sighed, "Hey, can someone please go take orders!" I shouted making everyone fall silent.

"Yeh, sure, no problem." Deb said, briskly walking past me. Deb and I had a few things in common. First thing: We were both fed up with the working environment here. Second thing: We only stayed in this crappy environment so we could get some sort of income. Although my reasoning was deeper than hers. I needed an income so I could pay for my mother's cancer treatments. She had been diagnosed during my second year of college and I had to drop out, which ultimately led me to getting a job as a waitress here at Jonny's Inn.

I also had a side hustle which was a guitarist and back vocalist in a not so well known band. The band was made up of five people including me, my best friend Talia and her brother Dylan. Her and I had been friends since the first grade, she was basically my sister and a daughter to my mother.

"Blaire! We need you in the kitchen!" I heard someone yell. I mentally screamed, briskly walking over to the kitchen I saw what could be dubbed as 'organized chaos' unfolding right before me. Gill our newest worker struggled to get the oven turned on.

"It won't work." He informed me.

"I can see that." I spoke furrowing my brows. I walked closer to the oven and motioned for him to step aside. I pushed down on the knob and twisted it, but it wouldn't budge. I groaned out of frustration, "Gill, go and get me the olive oil?" He disappeared out of the corner of my eye and returned moments later with the olive oil. I took it from him and sprayed it onto the knob. I twisted the knob and just like that it moved. "Ta-da!" I say, he gave me a small smile.

"Th-thank you. I was scared you'd be upset since I know you're busy right now." He spoke, I gave him a warm smile.

"I try to be nice to the newcomers. This place can get kinda' hectic." I walked off to return to my boring job of wiping down the booths. Once in the dining area I began wiping down another table.

[Harry's P.O.V.]

I mindlessly sat in the booth waiting for Mitch and Sarah to show up. I sat back with my arms folded and watched a tall, stunning, beautiful blonde woman walk out of the kitchen. She held cleaning supplies in her hands, she began wiping down the booth in front of me. I was too entranced in watching her to realize Mitch and Sarah had taken a seat across from me.

"Harry, hey instead of staring why doncha' go talk to her?" Mitch spoke, I snapped back to reality and smiled at the two of them.

"How was the ride here?" I ask, my eyes flicking towards the woman once more before I forced myself to focus on the two people who sat in front of me.

"Good, although Sarah almost killed us on the way here." She elbowed his side and gave him a side eye. "See she even wants to kill me right now. Harry you gotta' save me." He joked.

"Do you wanna' end up on the couch tonight, Mitch?" Sarah questioned him. He gave her a small smile, followed by a kiss to the cheek.

My attention was brought to the warm voice of the same woman, "Hello, my name is Blaire and I'll be your waiter for tonight. So, what can I get you guys for drinks?" I was mesmerized by the way her lips moved around every word she spoke. The way her voice was sounded both warming and calming.

"Um, I'll get a water, please." I spoke, fidgeting with my rings under the table. After Mitch and Sarah ordered their drinks she walked away, I couldn't help but stare as her hips swayed side to side.

"Harry, Sarah was trying to tell you something." Mitch spoke, I nodded my head and hesitantly looked away from the woman and to Sarah. Her face held a knowing look.

"Give her your number, you never know what could happen." I pursed my lips in thought.

"I'll take you up on that one, Sarah." I smirked.

[Blaire's P.O.V.]

My shift was almost over, I had about ten minutes left. I made my way out into the dining area and over to the booth that I'd been catering to. The booth that a gorgeous looking British man sat at. I didn't think it was possible to catch feelings for someone so quickly but I guess I was wrong.

I stood by the booth and seen their plates were empty "Alright, are you guys all set for tonight?" The man with the British accent shook his head yes. I smiled, "Great, I'll be right back with your bill." I spoke walking off where I grabbed their bill I then walked back to the booth and handed the bill to the man. Just for a split second our fingers brushed against one another causing a certain static to course through me. I walked away and went back into the kitchen. I found Deb standing alone sipping her decaf coffee. She was well into her sixties which made me confused as to why she wasn't drinking caffeinated coffee. She smiled and made her way towards me.

"Psst, just figured I'd let you know that I seen that guy you were waiting give you the heart eyes all the way from over here." She whispered, before walking out into the dining area. I followed behind figuring by now the man and his friends would have paid. Sure enough I found the crisp paper bills inside of the billfold along with a folded up napkin. I furrowed my brows together and unraveled the napkin, much to my surprise there was a number written on it along with sloppy cursive scribbled below it: 'This is my number, text me when you get the chance.'

I smiled even wider, "Deb!" I exclaimed. She hurriedly made her way over to me. Her hand flew up to her mouth as she read the note.

"You seriously should text that man, this is like something out of a romance movie." I knitted my brows together, "Ya' know like how the man falls for the waitress and he writes his number on the napkin and they just fall in love." I chuckled.

"Oh, yeah like that'll happen. Please, the only thing men want me for is my body." I stated, my hand on my hip.

"How will you know if you don't give 'em a shot?" I looked down at the note and back up to Deb. I took her words into consideration and thought and thought some more.

"Fuck it. I'm gonna' do it, I mean what's the worst that could happen? We hook up? I mean, that's nothing new." I chuckled, pulling my phone from my pocket. I typed the number into my contacts and then began typing a message.

To Unknown: Hey this is Blaire, the waitress from Jonny's Inn. Um, well as you can tell I got the note. And I'm doing what you asked so did you want something or what?

From Unknown: Hey, it's Harry but, I just- honestly I think you're very beautiful.

To Harry: Oh, wow thank you. So I take it you like to be straight forward and to the point?

From Harry: Eh, I try to be.

To Harry: Nice, but also what's your full name?

From Harry: Uh, Harry Styles.

To Harry: Okay well I need to let you go. My shift ends soon, thank you though.

From Harry: You're welcome, get home safe.

I shoved my phone into my pocket and saw Deb's face that now held a wide grin like mine was.

"So?" She nudged me in the side. I chuckled.

"He seems nice, that's all." I say, my smile diminished.

"Well, as long as he's nice. So, how's the band been doing? You have any gigs comin' up?"

"Eh, we've been doing the uche. We have a gig in like three days at the local bar so that's somethin'."

She nodded her head, "Alright well I won't hold you here any longer than you gotta' be. Have a nice night, Blaire."

"Thanks you too!" I exclaimed as I strolled towards the back where I kept all of my belongings. I grabbed my purse and unlocked my car. And with that my day at the restaurant had ended.

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I walked into my apartment and saw my mother sitting at the dining table next to the window holding a freshly lit cigarette to her lips.

"Ma', I told you that smoking isn't good for you." I huffed, taking my jacket off. She waved me off as she blew out a puff of smoke.

"How was your shift?" She asks, I shrugged my shoulders.

"So, so. I made a bit in tips but it's no where near enough to pay for your treatments though."

"Well, get some better customers." She joked, I gave her a small smile.

"The band and I have a gig in a few days, so hopefully I get some money from that." She nodded her head slightly, before putting out the cigarette.

"Well, I'm gonna' get some shut eye. I'll see you in the morning."

"Alright, I love you, night." I say making my way into the kitchen to eat some of the leftover meatloaf my mom had made I'm assuming tonight.

August 27th 2017

[Blarie's P.O.V.]

I hadn't forgotten about Harry over the course of the two passing days. Which was odd enough considering we hadn't talked at all either. There was just something about him, like an air of mystery. But moving on, today was my bands gig, we were playing at the local bar and I couldn't wait. I loved nothing more than to be able to strum my heart out to the beat of the song while singing some backing vocals for Talia. We hadn't gone as far as writing our own songs though, we only do covers of songs. I'd been pushing for us to make our own but not all of us agreed on it. So, I eventually just stopped pushing for that idea.

"Blaire!" Dylan called, I turned around and saw him standing with his drum sticks in his hand.

"Yeah?"

"Have you seen Talia? I called her a bit ago but she didn't pick up." He spoke, pulling at his hair. It was something he'd always done when he was nervous. I shook my head no. I looked down at my watch and saw we still had a solid hour before we started.

"Dylan, chill out we've still got like an hour before we go on."

"I know but she's our lead singer, we kinda' need her."

"Dude, I'm sure she's on her way. Just chillax'."

"But what if she forgot?"

"I highly doubt that." He let out a sigh and plopped down on the couch.

"Hey, guys sorry I was running late, traffic was horrible." Talia's cheerful tone sounded as she made her way into the room.

"See, I told you." I say, looking at Dylan. He looked visibly relaxed at the sight of his sister.

"Oh, thank God you're here." He spoke, rising from the seat and wrapping his sister into a quick hug.

"Yep, I'm here," she spoke, "So, are we all gonna' warm up together or individually?" She asked, eyeing Dylan's guitar. I gave her a shrug, Dylan did the same.

"Okay, well let's go get Clara and Jake." She spoke, already halfway through the room by the time she'd said it. Dylan and I followed closely behind, chatting amongst ourselves as we did. We walked into another room and I immediately wanted to turn right back around the second I saw Clara and Jake making out on the couch.

Honestly, being in the band with two people who were a couple kinda' got in the way of our bond as a band. For one, there has been too many times to count that Clara and Jake have been way too flirty while performing. And it just makes us look less like a band and more like a I don't even know. I'm not saying that Clara and Jake shouldn't be in the band but, they could at least tone it down a bit. Like I get that y'all are in love but save that crap for when you're not in public, please.

I groaned as I rubbed my temples, "Really?"

"Oh, shut up Blaire you're just jealous that you don't have a boyfriend anymore." I fought off the urge to fly off the handle at Clara's words. Ever since I'd opened up to the band about my rocky past with guys and past relationships Clara just for whatever reason would not let it go. Like at all. She always made subtle comments about me not having a boyfriend. And honestly I didn't care that I was single I'd chosen to just not date anyone for a while. It just lessened my chances of getting my heart broken. Again.

"Oh, c'mon really? Is this seriously necessary right now?" Talia spoke, glaring at Clara. Static silence filled the room as the tension rose between us. I sucked in a breath and subconsciously held it.

"Whatever, neither one of you can take a joke." Clara snapped as she stormed out of the room Jake in tow. I rolled my eyes at her actions.

"To me it didn't sound like a f*cking joke!" Dylan screamed. I stared at him, wide-eyed due to his actions. He hardly ever screamed normally when he did it was because he was excited. He's the kind of person you'd want in an emergency situation. He's calm, chill, and laid-back.

"Dyl, hey calm down." Talia spoke softly, her hand rested on his shoulder as she gave it a tight squeeze.

"No! Because of her this band is falling apart!"He screamed again, I blew out a long breath.

"Here we'll just give you a minute. I'll go talk to Clara-"

"No, let it be. It won't do any good, if anything it'll just stroke her damned ego." He spat as he began pacing back and forth combing his fingers through his blonde locks.

"Dylan, calm down, please. This always happens before a show." Talia spoke in a soothing tone. It did no use though.

"Just leave me alone for right now. I'm done dealing with this sh*t! Blaire doesn't deserve it!"

"Dylan, it's fine." I lied right through my teeth. I knew it wasn't right. We were a band and as one we should act like one.

"Blaire, it's not fine, and you know it's not." The room fell silent before Dylan spoke again. "Just give me some time." Talia and I left the room to find no sight of Clara or Jake.

"Are you sh*tting me right now?" Talia cursed, her chest rose slowly as she took a deep breath in.

"Whatever I'm not waiting on them, we need to start practicing." I say, taking a seat on the stool and grabbing my guitar from it's stand.

***

[Harry's P.O.V.]

Sarah and I walked into the bar with a high Mitch in tow. The sound of loud chatter and infrequent guitar strums filled my ears as we mavuvered our way through the crowd of people. I took a seat at one of the bar stools setting beside some blonde woman. I studied her features, she had striking sea green eyes and a small nose to top it off. She gave me a warm smile, "What's your name?"

"Uh, Harry, your's?"

"Edaline."

"Pretty, you come here often or no?"

"Mm, depends. Normally I don't meet guys quite as good looking as you." She batted her eye lashes.

"Ah, well these are my friends Mitch and Sarah." I say leaning back some so she could get a view of them. Sarah waved hello as Mitch gave her a thumbs up. In my opinion he should've just stayed at the hotel, but he insisted he wasn't high when it was clearly obvious he was.

She gave me a quick nod before turning her head to the stage that was illuminated by bright blue strobe lights.

"I didn't know there was anyone playing tonight, did you?" I ask, Edaline gave me a quick no. I waved the bartender over and ordered four shots of tequila and four waters.

The voice of a woman drew my attention to the stage, there stood an average sized woman with short curly auburn hair. She stood in front mic as she spoke.

"Hello, my name's Talia Lane and I'm in a band called, 'Twentydust'. Uh, we've been a band for about threeish years. Um, here's my brother Dylan Lane," a tall blonde man walked out on stage and sitting behind a set of drums, "This is our keyboardist Clara, and our bassist Jake." She introduced them, I turned my head to look at Sarah she was too entranced with the band to even notice. I turned my attention back to the stage, "And last but not least, our guitarist and back vocalist, Blaire Pascoe." My heart plummeted to my feet at the sight of her. It was the same woman from the restaurant. "The first song we'll be performing tonight is a cover of Shape of You. We hope you enjoy it just as much as we will."

"Holy shit, Harry that's that girl from the restaurant!" Mitch spoke before downing his shot.

"Yeh, I know." I say fighting off a grin. I covered up the grin by taking the shot of tequila followed by a swig of water.

The beginning notes of the song began playing and I couldn't take my eyes off of Blaire. She looked so effortless, as she sat atop the barstool with her guitar slung over her shoulders. I was stunned at how beautiful the lead singers voice was. Without thinking I hopped off the barstool and shoved my way through the crowd towards the front of the stage. That's when she saw me, her eyebrows furrowed together. I could've sworn I saw her smile, but I was probably just imagining things.

I watched in utter satisfaction and amazement at how she played the guitar and her voice was just on a different level. I don't understand why she wasn't the lead vocalist. The song ended and I watched as she leaned in towards her mic.

"Hello everyone!" She received a chorus of hellos back, "The next song we'll be covering is Rolling In The Deep by the one and only Adele." I felt a small smile creep onto my face. I watched as she gave the band a que before she began strumming the beginning notes. She was absolutely gorgeous, in every sense.

[Blaire's P.O.V.]

The adrenaline rush was real at this point...for one I was performing in front of quite a bit of people. And secondly, Harry just so happened to be here. To be honest I was in shock when I saw him at the front of the stage. The charming smile he gave, the way the strobe lights illuminated his face, exaggerating his features. It was kinda hot, but I'd made a promise to myself a few years back that I would just take a break from dating. And I really wasn't the type to break a promise with anyone or myself.

***

The gig had ended and the band and I headed back stage. I pushed the door open and walked over to my guitar case and carefully set my guitar in it.

"Well, we did awesome!" Dylan cheered, as he fisted the air.

"Yeah we really did, and Blaire you nailed that one guitar solo." Talia spoke, shooting me a smile. I smiled back as I swung my guitar case strap over my shoulder.

"Thanks, but I really need to get going. My mom hasn't been doing the best lately so-"

"C'mere, you look like you need a hug." Dylan interrupted me, I smiled and walked up to him wrapping my arms around his toned waist.

"Thanks," I say, he let go of me and I stepped back. Honestly I think I'd always had the tiniest bit of a crush on him. But I knew better than to let it affect mine and Talia's friendship so I just learned to ignore the small little butterflies I got whenever he said my name. Plus, I would hate to ruin the friendship him and I had.

"Alright well, you have a good night Blaire. Call if you need anything!" He called as I was walking out the door. I smiled slightly, making my way down the hall and into the main lobby where a crowd still stood. I maneuvered my way through the mob and opened the exit doors.

"Hey, uh can we talk for a minute?" I jumped slightly at the voice as I turned around and saw Harry. He stood leaned against the stone exterior, his leg crossed over the other. I stood frozen in shock, a small chuckle escaped his mouth. My eyes caught a glimpse of two other people behind him, the same two from the restaurant. One of which looked utterly stoned.

"Um, okay?" I forced out, he pushed himself off the wall and stood a few feet in front of me.

"Look, this is gonna' sound really random but I need another guitarist and you're literally bloody insane! My team and I have been looking high and low for a guitarist but I think I may have just found one?"

I stood more in shock than I had been, "Y-you're in a band too!?"

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Hey, so I hope you like it!

Have a great day/night!

Skye.

#harry styles #haylor #fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #romance #harry edward styles #taylor swift

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Specials of a lifetime

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/s10CUN3

by ZarryLover2557

Words: 12537, Chapters: 5/5, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Once in a Lifetime

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Shawn Mendes, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Eleanor Calder

Relationships: Zayn Malik/Harry Styles, Niall Horan/Shawn Mendes, Eleanor Calder/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Mpreg, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Crossdressing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/s10CUN3

#zarry #fanfic #one direction

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BEST DIRECTORS IN CINEMA- 7

Hi everyone! This blog is going to be the 7th part of 8 part series of who I think is the Best Directors Cinema has ever seen

And today I will be talking about

ALFRED HITCHCOCK

Alfred Hitchcock (born August 13, 1899, London, England died April 29, 1980, Bel Air, California, U.S.) was an English-born American motion-picture director whose suspenseful films and television programs won immense popularity and critical acclaim over a long and tremendously productive career. His films are marked by a macabre sense of humour and a somewhat bleak view of the human condition.

(Early Life)

Hitchcock grew up in London’s East End in a milieu once haunted by the notorious serial killer known as Jack the Ripper, talk of whom was still current in Hitchcock’s youth two decades later. Although he had two siblings, he recalled his youth as a lonely one, with a father who was a stern disciplinarian; it is said that he once ordered Alfred to appear at the local police station with a note saying that he had been misbehaving, whereupon the sergeant on duty (at the request of Hitchcock’s father) locked him up for a few minutes, a sufficient length of time to give Alfred a fear of enclosed spaces and a strong concern for wrongful imprisonment, both of which would figure in his later work. When he was not being disciplined, he was cosseted by an overly watchful mother, who used food as a balm—to which he would later trace his trademark paunch.Hitchcock went to St. Ignatius College before attending the London County Council School of Marine Engineering and Navigation in 1913–14. He worked in the sales department at W.T. Henley’s Telegraph Works Company until 1918, when he moved to the advertising department. Giving in to his artistic side, Hitchcock enrolled at the University of London in 1916 to take drawing and design classes.

(His Famous Works)

A string of successful films followed, including Rebecca (1940), Foreign Correspondent (1940), Suspicion (1941), Shadow of a Doubt (1943) and Notorious (1946). Rebecca won the Academy Award for Best Picture, with Hitchcock nominated as Best Director.He also received Oscar nominations for Lifeboat (1944), Spellbound (1945), Rear Window (1954) and Psycho (1960). Hitchcock's other notable films include Rope (1948), Strangers on a Train (1951), Dial M for Murder (1954), To Catch a Thief (1955), The Trouble with Harry (1955), Vertigo (1958), North by Northwest (1959), The Birds (1963) and Marnie (1964), all of which were also financially successful and are highly regarded by film historians

(Filmmaking Style)

The "Hitchcockian" style includes the use of editing and camera movement to mimic a person's gaze, thereby turning viewers into voyeurs, and framing shots to maximise anxiety and fear. The film critic Robin Wood wrote that the meaning of a Hitchcock film 'is there in the method, in the progression from shot to shot. A Hitchcock film is an organism, with the whole implied in every detail and every detail related to the whole.'

(His Filmography)

Hitchcock made his directorial debut with a silent movie named Number 13 which is rumored to be lost. He has made more than 20 silent movies including Number 13 (1922),Always Tell Your Wife (1923),The Pleasure Garden (1925) and etc.

He has made more than 40 sound films including Blackmail (1929),An Elastic Affair (1930),Juno and Peacock (1930),Murder (1930). Some of his most famous movies which are still praised are Vertigo (1958),Psycho (1960),The Birds (1963). The last movie which he directed before his death was Family Plot (1976)

Hitchcock's star on Hollywood Walk of Fame

English Heritage Plague at 153 Cromwell Road, London

(Awards & Honors)

His movies have won 2 Golden Globe Awards, 8 Laurel Awards, 5 Lifetime Achievement Awards. His movie Rebecca was also nominated for 11 Academy Awards winning the Best Picture Award. His movies are now housed in Academy Film Archive in Hollywood,California. 9 of his films have selected for preservation by the US National Film Registry.

(Sources)

And that's it for this part folks, I'll meet you with the last and final part of this series. Until then

CIAO

#alfred hitchcock #The Birds #The Psycho #cinema #films

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Wonderment at existence – mine

a sixty four year old married bloke

born January 13th, mcmlix under Capricorn sign in general,

and January 13th in particular who dons online personage with custom (think swiftly tailored harried styled) made poetic raiment cloak.

With my scrunched

and bushy furrowed brow

I often ponder precise circumstances

that linkedin yours truly to be born

tracing back lineage of self

or arbitrary individual

unpredictable as the dow

reckoning a series of events

sustained life similar

to sowing seed of corn

ruminating fragile nascent organism

at the mercy of fate flourished and how

taxing me mind how each score

composed for each

to toot their own horn

aware that just slightest

off beat fluke determined

from millennia ago or now

that particular organism –

whether one celled entity

or beings that can mourn

the loss of kindred members –

food for thought

for able bodied/minded bard, who pledged marital vow

like this poet, whose presence

a mere fluke of circumstances possibly torn

at any point in distant past

rendering me absent,

and hence unable to utter wow

evincing expression care worn.

At what crap shoot of circumstances

wrought Matthew Scott Harris to be

cognizant of the self

and world wide web

or follow threads back in time,

albeit not more than

a couple generations –

whereby emigrants did flee

from supposed Eastern European swath

in general finding thyself to rhyme

for no reason, just as other creatures

great or small occupy themselves with glee

or just groveling along

at bare boned knuckle existence

without a dime

less apt to own luxury

how homo sapiens

purportedly evolved from monkey,

whereby harsh ill fate

tempts them into life of crime,

when perhaps riches

with kingly figures

loomed large in their family tree

begat courtesy making whoopie.

A genealogical limb

branching off way back

when back in the day

glorious personalities

populated genealogy to boot

twisting a tortured destiny

somewhere o'er the rainbow

along Yellow Brick Road way

setting stage for rags when

once August ancestry buried in loot

yet tis quite frivolous

to bemoan present woes or even pray

to win lottery turning attention

to how like our ancestral gingko

or Geico gecko newt

dwelling in rich primordial

egg drop soup

wantonly in massive bay

inexorably transformed

(by dint of dice throw)

per flora to take root

as well fauna to mutate

into species and genus

trumpeting horns heard

signaling Santa Claus

in his trademark red suit

on land to assay.

Punctuated equilibrium

first proposed by

and Niles Eldredge in 1972

gave rise to variety

to an assortment of animals and plants

perhaps also contemplating genetic grants

this one speck of flotsam

in particular owned

a passion for contra dance,

whereby others from massive beasts

to microscopic organisms

scurry hither and yon to and fro

essentially to be alive for lifetime,

nevertheless a mere blink of an eye

all due (in my view) to chance

to self taught amazing uncles and aunts.

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1, 15, 29 🫶

thank u for sending ri my love ily <3

1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

read: minor feelings by cathy park hong

watch: everything everywhere all at once

listen: matilda by harry styles, most of the sounds good feels good album from 5sos bc i'm an angsty lil shit, and 14 by clinton kane

15. five most influential books over your lifetime.

crying in h-mart, the harry potter series bc i unconsciously made it my whole mf personality when i was a kid, minor feelings, 1984, and the percy jackson series can we tell what kind of kid i was yet

29. three songs that you connect with right now.

i should've listened to my friends - magnolia park

end of beginning - djo

sleepless nights - ayokay

identity asks!

#had to do some real soul searching for this wheww #answered!#sweet ri <3

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a-dose-of-harold · 2 years

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Once in a Lifetime: Chapter 21

Once in a Lifetime: A Harry Styles AU Imagine Series

HELLLOOOO EVERYONE I AM FINALLY BACK! I am an adult now but I finally found some inspiration to finish this damn series! My writing style has changed since 2019! I hope you enjoy it. Will start writing the next chapter soon!

[masterlist]

Chapter 21: Life is Just Funny Sometimes

Cosmic Love (7Lions Remix) by Florence and the Machines

September 2020 (Present Time)

Your POV

I heard a steady beeping noise as I began waking up. I felt warmth on my right hand as I slowly stirred. I realized I wasn’t home and was in fact in a hospital bed. The last thing I remember was being at Zayn’s art show and now… I’m here. My head was killing me.

I turned to my right to see Harry was asleep in a chair next to me. He looked so uncomfortable since his head was in my bed and he was laying bent over.

To my left was Eleanor on the couch, sound asleep and comfortable. Then there was Liam, sleeping on the recliner in front of my bed. I looked around the room, I realized I was in a private suite in one of units at where I work. I noticed there were flowers everywhere, and balloons. I saw the sun peaking through the windows. Damn, how long was I out for?

I saw the bed remote next to my left side and slowly hit the up arrow so the head of bed sat me up and Harry’s eyes flew open.

“Y/N? You’re awake!” Harry said and Eleanor and Liam immediately woke up.

Liam sighed, then nodded at me as he left the room, probably went to get the attending was on my case. Eleanor was at my side holding my left hand with relief and tears in her eyes.

“How are you feeling?” She whispered moving the hair out of my face.

“What happened?” I asked as I rubbed my eyes, I felt the IV in the left hand and noticed I was getting fluids.

Harry’s eyes were full of regret and worry, “One minute you were standing and the next you were passing out, Louis and Niall caught you… and we called an ambulance. You didn’t wake up for almost 12 hours.” He looked at his watch, I just realized he was still in his clothes from last night.

“I don’t know what happened…” Eleanor said, “I had them run every test known to man kind but they won’t tell us anything because we aren’t immediate family.”

I chucked, “of course you did, I’m sure I am fine. Just probably stressed out and dehydrated.” I smiled at both of them.

The attending came in holding my chart, with an exhausted looking Liam following behind him and I immediately recognized that it was Dr. Oppenheimer, head neurologist. Fuck.

“Good morning Dr. your L/N, how is your head feeling?” He asked.

“I’m feeling ok, just exhausted.” I smiled at him. “Thank you for taking the time for being on my case.”

“Wouldn’t have let anyone else,” he nodded at me. We knew each other from meetings, had spoken from time to time on cases since one of his specialties was brain tumors.

“I would like to speak to Dr. you Y/N, please.” As he looked around the room.

I nodded at everyone with a pleading look to please respect my privacy. Harry gave me a quick kiss on the hand, and they all stood up and shuffled out of the room. Eleanor looked worried because she also knew who he was, and I am pretty sure Liam looked him up as soon as he took my case.

Dr. Oppenheimer closed the door behind him and walked over to my bed. He did a quick exam and he began his questions.

“Dr. Calder and Dr. Payne said you been having headaches and migraines lately?” He asked but more like stated.

“Yeah a few months now. I figured it stress from work and not eating properly.” I rubbed my forehead.

Dr. Oppenheimer had a look in his eyes and I knew it wasn’t going to be good news, he is one of the most intelligent doctors I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with, and he is also very frank and direct, which I appreciated.

“Dr.-“ he started.

“Please just call me Y/N, and whatever it is just tell it to me straight.” I nodded.

“Very well, Y/N, we ran every test that Dr. Calder asked for. And it seems as if you have a glioblastoma. I’m shocked that headaches have been your only symptoms until now.”

I felt my stomach drop. Everything I knew about glioclastomas raced through my mind. They are very fast growing, dangerous, survival rate is less than 55% depending on the size and depending on how long I’ve had it…

“How long do I have?” I held my hand up, wanting to see my chart.

Dr. Oppenheimer pulled open the computer that was in the room and showed me the result of the scans.

Fan-fucking-tactic.

Dr. Oppenheimer looked at me with sad eyes, “Y/N, if we start treatment, you could live longer than 5 years. If you don’t, I would say 12-15 months at most.”

As a doctor, I have given news like this to my patients and their families thousands of times. However, not once, I would never think I would be on the receiving end.

“Have you told anyone?” I looked up at him.

“Absolutely not, neither of your friend nor your boyfriend was granted access to know your information. But now that you’re awake-“ he began.

“Let’s keep it that way. I don’t want anyone to know or have access. Please.” I begged. It was pathetic.

He nodded, “Doctor-patient confidentiality. However, I could get you started on treatments right away. I would like to personally oversee your case.”

I looked at the scans. I looked at his notes. I had a slim chance of surviving if going into surgery. I had a better chance with chemo, but I don’t even know if I even want to go through chemo.

“Do you think I can let you know by next week? I would just really like to get out of here and go home.” I said.

“You are going to need to make a decision soon.” He said directly, “you know how glioblastomas are.”

I nodded, the worry of everyone knowing this set in a wave of anxiety. I didn’t want them to have to go through knowing this about me. “I’ll tell them I have been dehydrated, stressed, not eating healthy. Thank you for telling me doctor. I appreciate you wanting to be on my team.”

“Please, call me Steven. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I would like an answer by next week. We need to either treat this or….” He trailed off.

“I know, I will.” I nodded.

“We can discharge you by the end of the day if you can walk. I’ll have the interns assist you.” He stood up and shook my hand. He took my chart back and logged out of the computer and left the room.

Harry, Liam and Eleanor rushed in. And I immediately put on my brave face.

“What did he say?” They asked in unison.

“That I passed out because I was over working myself, stressed out, not eating a healthy diet, labs were off. So we both chalked it to lack of sleep and too much work and no relaxing. He said I can be discharged by end of the day if I can walk.” I smiled at them and shrugged.

Relief took over Harry’s face as he grabbed my hand and kissed the palm of it.

Eleanor and Liam knew I was bullshitting, they could tell I didn’t want to worry Harry. But they knew I would tell them when I was ready. Eleanor was making a fist with her hand, she knew it wouldn’t be good news if Dr. Oppenheimer was on my case.

They respected my decision to share what I wanted and Liam told me he would get the discharge started.

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Harry’s POV

I updated Niall and rest of the gang in our new group chat that we created since Y/N’s admission, letting them know she would be ok. She slept for a few more hours until a doctor and her nurse came to her room and took her for a walk to make sure she was able to leave.

When she finally got discharged from the hospital, I made Y/N rest while I wanted to cook her a meal. I was so relieved to hear it wasn’t anything serious, I told her as I was driving us back to her condo AND that I would be cooking healthy meals for her from now on and making sure she rests enough.

She just laughed and said she is an adult and can take care of herself.

I helped her into the shower since that was the first thing she wanted to do then I ran to the grocery store to shop and stock up her refrigerator full of food for the week.

As I was browsing through the grocery store I kept thinking to myself how lucky I was to have her back in my life and that I want to spend the rest of my life with her... We already lost ten years together and honestly, I didn’t want to lose any more time.

I texted Naill asking him for suggestion on jewelers in the diamond district.

- Naill: Mate, are you serious? You’re going to propose to Y/N?

- Me: Well I just decided today. So I am going to start planning it. Wanna help?

- Naill: fuck yeah, count me in.

I smiled to myself, life has a funny way of bringing back what’s meant for you. And I knew with everything I had in me, that she has always been the one.

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Your POV

As I stood in the shower, letting the hot water run all over my body, I saw the scar where my IV was placed and the conversation with Dr. Oppenheimer replayed in my head. The images of my glioblastoma was ingrained in my memory. The look on Harry’s face when I told him it wasn’t serious.

Everything I knew about glioblastomas was going through my mind. Remembering what it was like for my patients going through chemo that I diagnosed them with. Some surviving and many didn’t.

I began to sob quietly in the shower. I thought about my parents, my friends, my beautiful patients…. and then finally, my relationship. I just got Harry back and then life decided to throw this curveball at me.

Dr. Oppenheimer had emailed me different therapies we could try and course of actions we could take, while we were on the drive home but I didn’t want to risk Harry seeing anything so I had to wait until I was alone. I know Dr. Oppenheimer was adamant for me to try, he didn’t want me to give up despite me know the prognosis (outcome) wasn’t going to be great.

I slipped out of the shower and dried off. I was a little relieved that Harry was still not back from grocery shopping so I pulled out my MacBook and began researching everything Dr. Oppenheimer sent me.

I thought about chemo. It was the best option. But god, chemo is rough. Just watching my patients go through it made me incredibly sad, I didn’t want to go through that too. Kids are just fighters and I was being stubborn. I also knew I was being selfish by withholding this information from everyone but… I love them all too much to burden them with this information.

I knew they would all do everything in their power to help me but I didn’t want their lives to be on pause for me. No way. I know they would, but I didn’t want them to sacrifice anything for me.

I heard the door to my condo open and I closed out all the tabs and erased my history. Harry was smiling when he came into my room to see me sitting in bed, to him I was resting. Internally, I was figuring out what to do from here on out.

“Hey, feeling any better love?” He took a seat next to me as I closed my laptop.

I nodded, “Yeah, just catching up on some work emails.”

Harry frowned, he brush my damp hair back behind my ear, “You need to take a break. Let’s go in a trip. Somewhere relaxing. What about the beach?”

I took his hand in mine, “We just got back from London not too long ago babe.”

“Doctor’s orders, rest and relax!” He kissed my forehead.

I asked Steven to keep the information between us and my boss, I didn’t want the entire staff knowing about me, and I asked my chart be locked with a passcode since I worked at that very hospital. Even though people could get fired for even opening my chart, I didn’t want to risk it. I didn’t need rumors to be spread, which I am already sure it started. I already sent an email to my lawyer to draft up NDAs and that I needed to meet with her soon to update some information. Steven insisted that I take time off. My boss Nancy, was wonderful and more than willing to accommodate since we recently hired another attending and the new interns were finally getting he hang of things. She insisted that I take two weeks off to rest and make a decision.

“Where should we go?“ I smiled up at Harry and a huge grin spread across his face, his dimples deepening and melting my heart.

As Harry cooked dinner for us, I sat on the couch and we discussed different places we could go.

“Let’s go to California and visit my parents.” I suggested.

Harry stopped what he was doing and looked at me wide eyes, “Really?” He sounded surprised, “Wow, I haven’t seen your parents in ages… what if they still disapprove of me?”

I stood up and walked over to his side, “Harry, we are adults now, it doesn’t matter what they think. But I would really like them to know about us, about you. About how serious we are. You’re a successful, famous baker now. My mom would definitely approve. Also, my dad isn’t the same man you knew 10 years ago.”

Harry wrapped his arms around me and kissed me tenderly, as if I was fragile, “Let’s go to California then.”

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Liam’s POV

I knew Y/N was lying at the hospital. Which means whatever is going on with her was serious. When Harry and Y/N took off to California to visit her parents, I knew something was wrong. Eleanor and I have been texting non-stop, trying to figure out why the hell she hasn’t told us the truth. Eleanor has asked her several times but Y/N keeps saying she’s okay. Eleanor told me about Dr. Oppenheimer and his speciality but I told Eleanor he was probably just treating her as a favor since they were colleagues. We both racked each other’s brains with all the things that could cause her headaches, migraines, and passing out. There was so little information and too many diagnoses to narrow anything down. It literally could be anything. I didn’t want to assume the worst but I know Eleanor was.

Eleanor tried to get information from Dr. Oppenheimer the next time she went to work but he just told her what we tell everyone else, “I’m sorry but that’s doctor/patient confidentiality Dr. Calder, you should know better.” She was furious but she knew he was right, and so did I.

Sophia was worried sick about Y/N when she passed out. She was crying left and right for those 12 hours. I called her when Y/N woke up and was talking to the doctor, she bursted into tears over the phone, relieved to hear that she was awake. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I knew something was wrong.

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Your POV

October 2020 (Present Time)

Before Harry and I decided to fly to San Diego, I had FaceTimed my parents to let them know I was visiting and wanted them to meet my new boyfriend.

They were both so sad to find out that Zayn and I broke up. And then the way they reacted when I said I had a new boyfriend was ridiculous.

- Dad: Wow, you wasted no time huh? Who is the lucky fellow?

- Mom: Did you cheat on Zayn with him? He was so good to you! Why did you have to hurt him? Zayn was perfect!

I think she was actually crying.

- Me: Mom! Stop! Dad, please tell her to stop. I am an adult!

I could see my dad patting her on the back telling her that I am an adult I can do whatever I want.

- Me: Thank you. Anyways, our flight gets in tomorrow around 2pm s-

- Mom: TOMORROW? Oh goodness I have to get our guest room ready, I have to clean! I have to grocery shop!

She dramatically jumped up and out of the frame as my dad chuckled and shook his head.

- Dad: send me your flight info, I can’t wait to see you. Missed you bud.

- Me: I miss you too dad.

I waved at my camera and ended the call. I began crying for my parents as they would one day have to say their goodbyes to their only child. It was breaking my heart.

I sighed as I finished up packing for our week long trip.

I was scared to make a decision because if I started chemo, it could buy me more time but I would have to stop working and I would constantly be sick and weak… I love my job. Hah, how funny, an oncologist gets cancer. Life is just funny sometimes.

If I didn’t start chemo, I would possibly have another year to live. But I know once my symptoms worsens it would be hard to hide the truth. I would start to forget things, vomit randomly, my personality could change, I’ll have seizures, I’ll eventually have difficulty walking or talking…. Possible hallucinations.

God damn it, why did it have to be a glioblastoma? It’s the most aggressive brain tumor and there’s no damn cure.

I began to cry. I didn’t understand why this was happening to me… I wasn’t even 30 yet. I haven’t been able to get married… have kids… I sinked down to the floor next to my bed and just cried. I cried for my family, my friends, my love… and I cried for all the things I will never experience or have.

San Diego

Harry was extremely nervous as we were walking off the plane and into he baggage claim. He knew my parents would be there waiting to greet us. I laced my hand into his and gave him a gentle squeeze, assuring him that everything will be okay.

As soon as we passed through the exit doors, my mom and dad were standing right in front with flowers. My parents faces when they realized my boyfriend was no other than my child hood best friend, Harry Styles, was priceless. They were almost speechless.

“Harry… oh my goodness you are a grown man now!” My mom exclaimed as she pulled him in for a hug.

My father was quiet, I couldn’t quite understand what was going through his mind. He was thinking hard and long about something as my mom was asking Harry all the questions.

Harry turned to my father and stuck out his hand, “It’s really good to see you again sir.”

My father immediately shook his hand, “It’s good to see you too Harry.” They both looked at each other as if they were silently communicating. As if my dad was apologizing how rude he was to Harry all those years ago.

Harry’s POV

I was surprised to see how receptive Y/N father’s was about me being back in her life. The last time we spoke was over 10 years ago when he asked me to break up with her. He looked at me with both appreciative and apologetic eyes as we shook hands, knowing that because of what I did, she achieved her dreams.

When we arrived at her parents beautiful two story beach front home, her mom insisted on the grand tour, while her father started up the grill to begin making dinner with Y/N.

A few hours later, we were outside on their back porch with the most beautiful ocean view, sun setting and dinner freshly cooked. Her parents made enough food to feed a family of 10 when it was just the four of us.

“Harry! I just realized that you are the same Harry that was on the Food Network this year!” Her mother exclaimed.

Harry chucked, “Yes ma’am, I finally became a baker.”

Her father looked at me and nodded, “Food network? That’s impressive.”

Her mother continued to ask question about what happened when they left Holmes Chapel, curious about where I went to school, how I came to be famous.

As I was giving them a quick version about my story, getting a full ride scholarship to my dream school, trying culinary programs, going from France, to Chicago, then New York since my best friend’s investment business head quarters was there and how he believed that my bakery would take off in Manhattan. Her father and mother exchanged several looks between each other, some of approval and some I couldn’t read.

“Well, I am very happy that you two found each other again. I really just want my little girl to be happy.” Her father smiled at her.

“Dad, I am not little anymore,” she pursed her lips.

“You will always be to me.” He placed his hand over his heart and smiled.

I was in complete shock at all the words her father was saying and his personality. He was hardly sweet and affection when we were younger. This is a completely different man than the one 10 years ago who didn’t approve of me and told me if I didn’t break it off with Y/N, he would cut her off.

Throughout dinner, her mom asked me non stop questions about my career, occasionally her father would say something. Her mom faintly asked about my bakery and said she has been dying to try my cupcakes. Apparently their friends visited New York recently and had tried them and they wouldn’t stop talking about my cupcakes for weeks. I promised her I would make them for her while I am here. She was ecstatic. Finally her father asked us how we found each other again, I let Y/N talk since I was sure she wanted them to only know certain details.

After dinner, Y/N was feeling really tired so she decided to turn in early. I told her I would join her after I helped her parents cleaned up.

When her father and I were finally alone, he said something to me that I would never forget, “Harry, I will forever be grateful to you for the decision I forced you to make all those years ago. I apologize for how I went about it… but you have to understand I thought I was doing what was best for my daughter at the time. I know it was harsh on my end but all I wanted was for Y/N to pursue her dreams and not lose sight of that. But now, I am genuinely happy you both found each other again and whether you believe how archaic it may be, I approve of yours and Y/N’s relationship.” He looked at me with sincerity. “She’s my only little girl, and I just want her to have everything she deserves.”

“I understand where you were coming from. I would have hated myself if she gave up her dreams for me as well. Thank you for your approval, and although we have only been together for a few months now… I hope I have your blessing in marrying her one day.” I responded, as I watched his reaction to the last bit.

Her father smiled at me, and nodded his head, “I can see how much you both love each other, so yes, you have my blessing.”

Wow. Life is just funny sometimes.

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A/N: hi friends! can you believe there are only two parts left because i can't. it truly has been a joy to write this story and for you to continue to read each part and give feedback has been such a motivation to keep going. sorry you had to wait so long, i had a bit of a crisis over these characters and could therefore not write but we moved passed that. i love you <3

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love on tour series // previous part

Houston, Texas

Harry had begun his tour in September, and it was now the last week of his sold-out North America tour. He loved being on stage; he was grateful he got to do this for a living. All his emotions always seemed to hit him now, as the final days were approaching. He was grateful to have his friends and family by his side, supporting him through it all.

His life felt like a dream, but when you walked in his Bel that September night, he wasn't sure why but stars in the universe had aligned perfectly to bring you together because he knew he didn't want you to leave now that he had you.

Harry was known to destroy relationships close to him, romantical at least. He feared being alone, but when someone got too close, it seemed as if all the walls were closing down on him except with you, it seemed as the space grew larger. He wasn't sure how to fill it except with love, something he felt he did not give you enough of.

The fear that when you were apart, the distance and late phone calls would make you bitter and resentful of him, but he doubted that could happen. He also knew he could never resent you because the love he felt for you was unexplainable.

Harry knew you valued your independence. You also were a fantastic partner and great at making him feel reassured and spending time with him. He was known to be clingy and 'too much' others have told him. Except, you took everything in stride, accepting kiss after kiss. Welcoming all his hugs and phone calls. Never once telling him, he was too much.

You valued his love, and that's something he'd never be able to forget. If the universe somehow took you from him, he knew he'd live with no regrets because he loved you with every bit of his heart and soul. You were all-consuming. Harry hoped to have you for a lifetime and in every universe that followed because he knew his love was that real.

Entering his life was the greatest gift because you were showing him a world he didn't even know existed.

It's why your fight kept playing over and over in your head.

Why did you forgive him so easily?

When he was awful, why did you assure him you loved him and that you'd work through it?

Harry had spent all of Sunday making it up to you as well as spending the day with his mother as she'd be going back home. She assured him multiple times she'd be fine and she'd see him in a few short weeks for the holidays. Harry swore there was a glint in her eye as if she was keeping something from him, but you and his mother kept him distracted that he always seemed to forget to ask.

He left before she did, and he tried fighting it, but Glenne assured you that she'd be in good hands, promising to drop her off at security and everything. It relaxed him. When his mum called to tell him, she landed; all he got was a quick hello before asking to speak with Bel. Harry faked annoyance, but truthfully he loved the relationship you and his mother were able to build together.

Harry was thinking of a way to approach the topic when you came in with a giant grin plastered on your face, hands behind your back.

"Bel?" Your smile only widened at his suspicion. "What's going on?"

"Would you, Harry Edward Styles, like to join me on a date?" You looked nervous, like he was going to say no.

He would never be able to say no to you.

"I'd love to," he replies honestly, his heart close to bursting at the gesture.

"Great. Go outside."

Harry frowns, "where we going?"

You laugh, "you outside."

"I'm confused."

"H, step outside. I'm going to fix something for us here because Tom says sneaking out doesn't fit in your schedule today," you sigh dramatically.

"Since when do you follow the rules?"

"Since they bought me a basket." You state, simply holding it up for him to see. It's got little bumblebees on the top, and he can see they must have spent some time looking to please her. Although he's sure any basket they would have brought her would have made her happy.

"Alright," he relents, seeing how excited you are. "I'll be outside."

"Wonderful." You give him a chaste kiss and then push him out the door shutting it closed behind him.

Now all he does is wait.

He hears lots of clatter, and maybe a mumbled shit them humming. It was all strange but so endearing. He wished he was in there to see all your expressions as you prepared a surprise for him.

Just as Harry was about to knock, the door swings open, and she moves back, allowing him to come in as he takes in the scene in front of him.

After moving the couches further back, you managed to lay out a classic red and white checkered picnic blanket, giving you a large center where all the throw pillows were laid around. There was a basket in the corner with the food sitting around. He wasn't sure what was in there. All he knew was that he couldn't wait to spend this time with you.

"Do you like it?" You ask timidly.

"Like it? Oh, love you, this is amazing. I love it." His eyes meet yours hoping you can see all the honesty and happiness this gesture brought him.

"Wonderful, let's eat."

You tug his hand, urging him to follow, then have him sit by the pillows. Before you can sit, you go shut off one of the lights to give it a more somber look in the room.

"Setting the mood," he teases.

"You know it, baby," you shoot back.

As you're getting yourself situated next to him, a strong smell calls for attention. It's soup, warm and welcoming, and he wants it now.

Harry eyes you not looking instead putting your hair up, getting it out of the way, and he takes that as his chance to stick the spoon he found next to the lid and steal a taste.

He hisses loudly, dropping the spoon on the napkin, his tongue burning.

You roll your eyes, handing him an open water bottle, "you're so easily tempted."

"Baby, it smelled good," he defends.

"Yeah, now you got a burned tongue."

"This isn't the first time it happened." He mutters, thinking back to Dallas and telling the crowd about it. He makes a mental note to mention it once again, it's meaningless, but it definitely earns him sympathy points.

You sigh, "it's like Anne said you're just a curious pup."

He pouts; you're teasing him. He wants to be comforted, not teased, even if he's okay now. That doesn't mean he won't try to milk it out.

"You spoke to mum about me."

"What were we supposed to speak about, the weather?"

Harry laughs because he knew you'd talk about him. "Don't diss the weather. It's interesting."

"You just love the sun."

"Everyone loves the sunshine," he sings off-key, making you giggle. It's music to his ears.

"Dork, let's eat."

Your lunch passed by slowly, speaking endlessly about your favorite tv shows, your upcoming projects, and how excited you are to get back to work. Harry talks about his family and how excited he is for you to meet his sister in New York. He jokes that you're finally going to meet the better Styles sibling.

Spending time with Harry always makes you feel safe; you know the weight of the fight still weighed heavy on him. It happened so fast, yet the words you both spoke lingered. Letting go for you was easy, something your family taught you to forgive and forget. It's something Naomi told you was your bad trait because it made for people to walk all over you.

Except, you didn't feel that way. You had a good judge in character, and Harry had proved to be the kindest person. Someone who speaks nonsense in fear, something he promised he was working on, and you believed him.

There was something on Harry's mind; you could sense it as you laid against him, the food finished and now enjoying being in each other's arms. Harry's movements were tense, something you noticed happened when he had a lot on his mind.

Harry could feel you squirming around, squeezing his hand every few minutes as you chatted mindlessly about Viola and how he had won her over.

"Bel?"

You stop talking and freeze; he knows you noticed how tense he was.

"Yes, H."

"Why'd you forgive me so easily?"

"Harry," you sigh as if not believing he's bringing this back up for conversation.

"No, Bel. Seriously. I was a jerk. I was so scared of losing you I almost actually did."

You sigh, sitting up. You shift, turning to face him, sitting on his lap, his arms resting on your waist, holding you tight as if you'd disappear.

"I'm scared too, H."

"Of?"

"Losing you. I fear that if we fight and don't fix it, that'll be the end, and I don't want that. I want you in my life for a long time."

You let out a deep breath, grateful to get that off your chest.

Harry feels his heart get heavy and the tiniest bit lighter, knowing you share the same fears.

"Sunshine," he whispers.

"I know you love me," you assure him. "But I was so upset. I don't like how angry you get, but I also don't like how I shut down when it happens."

Harry nods. Of course, you both have flaws. What matters now is how you both move forward. You both see a future together; you just have to find a better way to communicate your fears and worries.

“Are we bad for each other?”

Your face falls at his words. You have never thought that and shake your head no. You reach a hand up and place it on his cheek. Harry can’t help but lean into your warm hand. The touch is soothing and perfect.

“No. We aren’t.” Your voice is confident and assuring. “We fight, but we communicate. And the love I have for you is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“I love you.” He kisses your lips, you repeat it again and again against his lips, leaving the imprint of the words on his skin.

Harry pulls back as much as he didn’t want to and continues the conversation.

“Why have your past relationships ended?” He asks.

“I felt them getting too close. They wanted too much control. Also weren’t giving back what I put in. So I walked away.”

“Do you feel that way with me?” Harry can’t help but check.

“No.” A sure answer, not an inch of hesitation. “With you…I feel consumed by your love. Like it’s all you want to give me.”

Harry smiles. He wasn’t expecting that answer, but it seemed to be everything he needed.

“Your turn.”

He sighs, “the last relationship, I guess, was jealousy.” He pauses, trying to collect his thoughts. “Jealous of who she went out with and how close they were. It led to me drinking a little too much and accusing her of something more. She denied it, and I believed her. A few weeks later, she broke up with me, saying this life—my career was too much. That she couldn’t do it being followed every minute.” He doesn’t like sharing his heartbreaks, but it’s so easy with you. Knowing that you’re there listening and not waiting to judge him. “Then right after she got in a public relationship with him when I was still healing.”

You squeeze his hand, knowing he went through a hard time. You tended to do the heartbreaking, but the one heartbreak you had almost crushed your heart. Almost made you give up on yourself, but then again, you were only a teenager. You felt too much at the time.

“How’d you move past that?”

“Writing the album was therapeutic.” He laughs, “a little petty in lyrics,” he confesses.

You laugh, knowing exactly what he was referring to.

“Also therapy.”

“That is very helpful,” you agree.

You quiet down and think back to what Sarai told you as you spoke to them yesterday, getting an update on Ruby. They all told you something different, but their words stayed with you, unlike the others.

“Sarai told me I forgave you too easily.”

“Maybe you did.” He agrees; the hurt can be seen in his eyes as much as he tries to hide it.

“I don’t think so.”

“Why’s that, angel?”

“Then you’d still be beating yourself up over it.”

“I am.”

“You shouldn’t be. Your apology was genuine.” You remind him. “Others don’t know our relationship like we do. It’s been two months,” you emphasize to remind him. “Although it feels much longer than that.”

Harry agrees. Having spent every day with you has made it feel like there was never a moment you weren’t there in his life. Except he did go through that; now he doesn’t have to.

“What couple do you know spends every day together when they first start dating?” You ask.

“No one.”

“I do love you, Harry. With every bit of my heart.” You hold his gaze as his eyes gloss over as he buries your words deep in his heart. “I do feel like…I don’t know the universe aligned the stars for us to work. For us to have this chance.”

“Think we were written in the stars?” He teases, feeling overwhelmed at your confession.

“Yes, mi estrella. I do.”

“God, so do I. I’m in this forever, darling.”

Harry leans in, connecting your lips with his, and it’s like coming home. The kiss is slow as if you’re both trying to preserve this moment, wanting to keep it in your memories forever. You move against each other in sync, lost in the feeling of each other; it feels right. It feels perfect.

“Talking is good,” Harry says out of breath against your lips.

You giggle, “especially if it ends like that.”

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but you’ve shifted positions, and now you are laying down your head resting on Harry’s lap as he plays with your hair. A quiet conversation about how he’s ready to go home, but also sad the tour is coming to an end.

There is a single knock on the door, then it’s swung open Jeff walking in, halting their conversation.

“Hey,” he greets standoffish.

“Hi, Jeff.” You and Harry greet in unison.

“You good?” He checks in.

“Mhm…all good,” Harry responds.

“Right, uh, you’ll be going on a bit later tonight. Remember?”

“I do. No opening act.”

“Okay.” Jeff continues to look at you both strangely.

“Why are you being weird?” You ask, never seeing him so skittish.

“Honestly, you’re both oddly calm.”

“We’re just chatting,” Harry tells Jeff honestly.

“I’m..” He points to the door, “I’ll just go.”

The door shuts loudly behind him.

“Did he not believe us?” You question.

“Guess not.”

You giggle, and shortly after, so does Harry.

“Strange man.”

“Strange indeed, my love.”

"How's everyone been treating you?"

"Too well," Ruby groans. "I want some peace and quiet."

"They are all just looking out for you."

"I'm close to locking them out in order to get a few minutes of peace."

"Now, Ruby, that isn't nice."

Ruby smiles at you through the computer screen. "Please talk with them," she pleads.

"They won't listen to me unless I fly in and watch you myself."

"Right, right. You stay where you are then, and I'll suffer," she jokes.

Harry laughs from his spot next to you, but you nudge him to quiet down as he stays out of frame as he requested.

"What are you doing now?"

"Besides complaining," Amir cuts in, "we're picking out our second film for the day."

"Oh, what did you finish watching?"

"Pride and Prejudice."

"Amir's choice," Naomi teases, very well knowing it was Ruby's and Sarai's favorite.

"True taste, if you ask me."

"All because of you, darling." Ruby reminds you, as you always had them play the film, a comfort film on your bad days growing up throughout high school and even now.

"What's next?"

"Sarai chose Stuck in Love."

"Oh, did you miss my face that much?" You tease. It was one of the first films you did and one you looked back on fondly as the cast remained some of your close friends.

"Why, of course, darling. We always miss you here." Harry squeezes your thigh as he hears that knowing he's keeping you from them but too selfish to have you leave.

Sarai pops into frame, her hair a copper color. They must have made the change in the last few days as the stress got too much. Their coping is having the ability to change their hair color whenever they please. "Also, because I know Naomi is a sucker for Logan Lerman."

"Who isn't?" You joke, earning you a poke to your side from Harry, causing you to shift away in the frame.

"Oh, is Harry jealous?" Sarai smirks. "Don't worry, he's a sweet young man too bad he's in a healthy relationship."

Harry laughs, shaking his head at you, but doesn't comment. The teasing is typical in your family, something Harry is good at hashing out when he wants to. For now, he is content to listen in and take it, knowing very well he's a hold of your heart just as you do his.

Naomi pops by, "he's my hall pass."

"I'll make sure they never meet," you assure Sarai.

Everyone starts laughing as Naomi scoffs jokingly at losing the chance, but you know she'd never do it even if given the opportunity. The girl is too in love. There are plans to go ring shopping in December together.

Ruby shoes everyone out of frame bringing back the conversation to you both, "appreciated the get well soon basket."

"Oh, it was nothing," you brush it off, knowing, in fact, you felt awful not being there, so you sent her an endless supply of bath bombs, face masks, new nail polish, an all-inclusive spa certificate for her alone to enjoy, her favorite coffee beans and water.

"Trust me, those bath bombs are being put to good use."

"I love hearing that. The strawberry is a favorite of mine." You tell her, gosh, you miss having baths. You'd have to ask Harry for one for when you arrived in New York.

"The water was a nice touch," Ruby smirks, shaking her head at your silliness.

"Oh, that was Harry," you laugh.

"You've got a funny one."

You shrug, "he's alright."

Harry snaps his head to look at you, gasping in shock.

You continue on, keeping an eye on him from the corner of your eye. "You know how there's the pretty one and the funny one in the relationship, well he can only be one."

"You think I'm pretty," he mouths, a clear blush on his face.

You nod, winking at him.

"I'll call you tomorrow, Ruby."

"Sure, darling." You're about to hang up when she gasps as if remembering something halting your movements. "Dear, the plans for the holidays are perfect."

"Glad you think so. Got one last person to speak with before it's confirmed." You eye Harry as he raises a brow, suspicious of how you'll be spending the holidays.

"I love you, have a good day."

"Love you, Ruby. Love you all too, chismosos."

They laugh, popping their heads back in their 'I love you's ring loud before the facetime call ends, letting you close your laptop.

"What are your holiday plans?" Harry asks.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You stand up to put your laptop away and get ready for the show, knowing you've both procrastinated long enough.

"Hey, tell me."

"Nope got one last person to speak with. Then I'll tell you."

He groans but gives up. "Fine, but I'm not happy about it."

Harry's door is swung open, Tommy coming in with a frown on his face. "Harry, why isn't your hair done yet?"

"Uh, I was writing."

"Get your ass in the chair, Harry. Bel, out."

"What?" You both exclaim in shock.

"I need her," Harry complains.

"She's needed for something important. Just like you are."

You and Harry share a look but know better to fight Tommy.

Harry stands up as slow as he can, making Tommy want to come over and push him along faster. Once he stands in front of you, he presses his lips against your cheeks, then your nose, and finally your lips parting away with a loud smack.

"See you soon, my love."

"Bye, mi corazón."

Ayae enters, and you exit. Tommy walking ahead of you.

"What's my important job?" You ask, trying to match his fast stride.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" You gasp.

"Jeff needed you out of the room, or he'd never want to get ready."

"Depriving me of spending time with my boyfriend," you pout.

"There are fresh cookies in the kitchen, and Sarah's there with bub," he offers.

"I'm sold."

You laugh at how easily they persuaded you, but you'd never miss a chance at spending time with two of your favorite people. You'd go from seeing them every day the last two months to being separated, and you weren't ready to say goodbye. Not to everybody and certainly not to them.

Harry was confident going on stage; you had told him his outfit was beautiful. It was a blue diagonal grid-patterned shirt, cream trousers, and cream boots. He knows he looked good, but hearing it from you gave him that extra pep in his step. You were quick to pick up that it was similar to Glendale's outfit, something the fans would see as well. He knows you'll ask to see the matching pieces together, and well, maybe he'd make you beg for a bit.

When he was on stage, it was an entire consuming feeling of love and gratitude. His fans' support got him to where he was today, and he knew he'd never take it for granted. Each song, the energy only got louder. He was happy to see Bel dancing and singing with their friends. Their happiness only fueled his energy on stage.

One of his favorite parts of the night was interactions with the crowd, any small thing had them screaming, and he thrived off of it. The band had their fun with them as well. Pauli and Niji have become crowd favorites, rightfully, so their energy matches well with his.

During his welcome intro, he shared news of how he'd burnt his tongue before coming to stage. It was good soup and very worth it. He might have exaggerated a bit, but he lived for the theatrics. Harry swore he could hear your laugh ring out loud through all the noise from where he was standing.

Harry saw Mitch pick up a cowboy hat thrown on stage and put it on; it looked good on him. He made a show to tell him how he liked it; when he went to ask for it, he saw Mitch place it on Sarah's head. Harry realized just how much he loved love, especially their love. He loved seeing how happy his best friends were together and the small part he got in getting them together.

It was not time to read a few posters when he noticed twins.

"What's it like being a twin?" He asked, genuinely curious as to what their answer might be. "Amazing, they both say at the same time." Harry teased as they laughed. He proceeded to ask them a silly question before moving on.

"Should I block him?" Harry wasn't sure when his fans decided he was a love guru, but he was here for what they needed.

The audience is quick to chant, wanting the woman to block the man in question. "The people have spoken. If you're asking, you should probably block him."

The fan thanks him, and Harry bounces over to the other side of the stage where a young man captures his attention, his sign wanting him to call someone.

"Call her for you and ask her to take you back. Well, Kevin, don't tell me what you did." The phone makes its way into his hand, and he's calling the young girl named Emily. Harry could tell she was shocked but spoke with him in a shaky tone and a bit of laughter, not believing this was even happening. "Kevin and Emily will be okay. Be good to her."

The fans scream, wanting to know what more he said, but some things got to stay private, don't they.

"Moving on, what's this?" He points to a bright pink sign, "Miss Belmonte's favorite song?"

The person holding the poster starts screaming and shakes the sign, almost ripping it in half. "You want to know her favorite song."

"Yes," they nod.

"Well, that's tricky," he jokes, "see because from which album? Live or studio?"

The girl laughs just as he had intended, "tour setlist."

"This tour?"

They nod.

"Okay, okay."

Harry knew they'd be making headlines once more, but can you blame him? He loved talking about her, even if it was only a question about her favorite song.

"You see, I'm her favorite artist." He shares, knowing Bel would never let this go. "She tells me all the time." He exaggerates. "Her favorite live is Canyon Moon. So here it is."

A perfect segway.

Rising up onto the stage for the final time and the last songs seemed to fly by. He wasn't ready for it to end. He loved being on stage, but he was also eager to get off stage, knowing he had someone waiting for him. Someone whose arms he could run into, as he was showered with love and affection.

Yeah, he thinks. I'm ready to be with Bel.

After his final bow, Harry was ready to walk down when he felt a cowboy hat hit his ankle. It would only be a moment, but he knew exactly what he wanted to do. He picked it up. It was bright pink and perfect, he thought. He held it for a second, making a gesture to the crowd before placing it on his head. Harry smirked as the screams only grew; he stopped right in front of the stairs, a smirk on his face as he looked straight at Bel and tipped his hat to you. Taking off the cowboy hat, he threw it into the crowd and rushed down the steps to go backstage, where he would be ready for you to meet him.

"Why does it feel like we haven't slept here at all?" You frown, throwing your bag on the couch, ready to crawl into his comfy bed and call it a day.

"Cause we haven't, darling. Been at home or hotels."

You hum, he's right. Being on the bus was nice, having a few more people around, getting to chat, and cooking easy breakfasts in the morning. Sitting around together sharing stories, trying your best to hear from everyone else even though they all beg to hear more about you.

"Going to say goodbye to it soon."

Harry nods, ushering you to the backroom, waving bye to the guys.

"What are you doing?"

He shrugs, "want some alone time."

"No funny business."

"Bel," he pouts.

"Nope, can't guarantee you'll even be quiet."

"Me?" He gasps.

"Mhm… you're too vocal."

"Says you." He teases. "You're always vocal."

"You love it." He pinches your butt as he closes the door behind him, making you jump away from him.

"I do. How could I not."

You both begin to change in silence, knowing you're both more tired than you realize. The last few days are nearing, and even though you know you'll get to enjoy him for a few more days, there's a sadness in the air around everyone as you all begin to say goodbye.

The routine was effortless as Harry handed you a shirt of his, and you gave him the sweats he always seemed to misplace. It was domestic, and you were certain you'd miss it. You loved the idea of living together, but even you knew it would be too soon. You'd want to enjoy the time together sharing the same home, but for now, you'd cherish even being in the same city together because that would change soon.

"Are you comfortable, lovie?" Harry asks as you adjusted your pillows but made no move to scoot closer to him.

You nod, allowing him to pull you in closer, your head resting on his chest, throwing your leg over his allowing yourself to get comfortable intertwining you closer.

"Perfect now."

Harry kisses the top of your head, settling down, and you feel him relax in your hold.

"I love you, darling. Goodnight."

You peck his bare chest, "love you, H. Sweet dreams."

The room is silent; only your slow breathing could be heard, a small glimmer of light peeking in from under the door. You feel tired, but your brain is at full power, continuing to spin.

"H?"

"Hmm…"

Silence.

"Sunshine, what is it?"

"Will you visit me?"

"When? During the holidays."

You shake your head, burying yourself deeper in his hold. "When I'm away filming." You don't give him a chance to respond before you're talking again. "I know you're busy. You're preparing for another leg of tour and the album. But–"

"Hey, hey, love, of course, I will." His voice was soft and assuring.

You're tempted to turn on the light to be able to see his face but don't want to pull away from him.

"It won't be easy."

"We got this. I'll visit on weekends or weekdays. Whatever is best for you, but I promise nothing is keeping me from taking you on dates in whatever city you end up having to be in to film."

"You promise?" You whisper.

"I promise."

Harry squeezes you tighter. You hide your face in his neck, leaving small kisses.

"Why are you worried?" He runs his hand down your back, trying to get you to relax, and like magic, it works.

You shrug, "both going home soon."

"Doesn't mean this ends, love. If anything, we're just beginning."

"Just beginning, I like that."

"Good."

You drift off to sleep knowing you're due for a long conversation where both of you share your thoughts and fears of how to navigate the change in your relationship, but you're assured it will all be okay.

thank you for reading <3 i adore you

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so this is part 6 of the fics that i’ve read and have stayed with me for a looong time, hope they make you feel the same way.

Symptoms Of The Culture by @fourdrunksluts / 14612 words

Harry's fraternity has become obsessed with the newest online game, and they'd like to think they're getting pretty good at it. Only, they keep getting killed by The Rogue, an online player who has no connection to the Frat, but seems to have a vendetta against them.

hold onto your stars by vashteneradas / 16258 words

harry's in the army, louis' back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

24K Magic by @justalittlelouislove / 32654 words

A fic based on 24k Magic by Bruno Mars, in which Harry's a mess and famous, Louis is a mess and not, Liam and Zayn are probably hiding something, and Niall is a horrible flatmate.

On the Edge by @zanniscaramouche / 47040 words

Figure skating is as vital to Louis’ identity as his DNA, so when his skates go missing right before the last Olympics of his career there may be a meltdown only vanilla bath salts can fix. Well, that and the stupidly charming hockey player he met on the plane.

Harry’s too old to be the wonder kid and too young to be taken seriously in the NHL. As an alternate thrown in at the last second, he fights to prove himself on the national team at the largest sporting event known to man. Or he will, once he gets off this flight and can focus on something other than the fussy figure skater and his stunningly blue eyes.

A baggage mix-up skews both of their perfectly laid plans for gold, forcing the two to work together as the clock clicks towards the minute they’re expected to shine on centre ice.

yesterday came suddenly by @falsegoodnight / 48504 words

Harry, the deadliest member of the NYC assassins’ guild, is forced to face a seemingly impossible task in hopes of finally leaving the underground behind for good, but when ghosts from the past come back to haunt him, escaping the darkness becomes that much harder.

A Certain Satisfaction by @eeveelou and @creamcoffeelou / 51659 words

The porn au where Louis is a university student who needs money and runs across an ad that sounds too good to be true.

Lunar Waltz by @outropeace / 56795 words

Louis has to replace his (missing) twin brother and marry one of the most dangerous alphas of the kingdom.

When Darkness Strikes by he_wants_to_write / 58766 words

Private Investigator Harry Styles is called to help solve a brutal homicide case in a small town by the North of England. There, he stumbles upon Detective Louis Tomlinson, and although their personalities crash and dark mysteries haunt their circumstances, the pair does have one thing in common; the will to catch the responsible behind the murder.

Caught In Your Gravity by @lululawrence / 62699 words

It felt like the blood froze in Harry’s veins even as he got a bit lightheaded. He hadn’t even made it two practices, only one of which he was remotely in charge of, without giving it all away and now he and Liam were both absolutely fucked.

“Shit,” Harry breathed out. “Who all have you told? Does everyone know? I thought I covered it better than that…”

“No, no,” Louis said quickly. "They’ll figure it out soon enough, though, because they’ll get used to you changing things up, but you’re only going to trip over your so called Americanisms for so long before they realize it’s because you don’t actually know fuck all about football.”

Harry sighed. “Yeah. I figured. I just need to bullshit for long enough to allow Liam to get the situation figured out from his end.”

“Right, which brings me to my entire point. I think we can find a mutually beneficial arrangement with all of this.” Louis leaned forward. “You need to learn the ins and outs of the sport incredibly fast. I can help you with that.”

“What do you want in exchange?”

Mead Of Poetry by @lwtisloved / 65112 words

A Regency ABO AU very loosely inspired by the second book of the Bridgerton series.

Little by Little by @absoloutenonsense / 65589 words

Harry Styles is an omega who works at the London Planetarium, has lived in the same flat for ages, and is happy enough on his own. When he gets home from his first (horrible) attempt at dating in years, a new pregnant neighbor knocks on his door after smelling his cooking. He and Louis quickly become close, but their friendship gets complicated when Harry begins questioning who he is and what he likes.

Little Technicolor Things by @scary-crow / 72093 words

Louis is a poor writer and recent university graduate, depressed, anxious, and living in London when he meets Harry, an artist with a secret who likes to paint sunrises and pretty boys from California.

Remember Me Fondly by @bluejeanlouis / 73659 words

Grunge legends Fearless Doe topped the rock charts in the ‘90s, but they spent the decade kicking Smudge off their heels. From lawsuits to jaw-dropping scandals and a surprising joint world tour, the two bands share a complicated history.Twenty-five years later, frontmen Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are finally ready to sit down and tell the world their two sides of the same story.Truth may vary.

and i'm weeping warm honey and milk (that you stay surrounding me) by @wooltobravetheseasons / 78028 words

Louis is a first-year medical student, still a little tender as he recovers from a personal trauma. Harry works, amongst other things, as a professional cuddler, though he comes with baggage of his own. They don’t mean it to, but the intimacy that blooms between them quietly changes them both.

Emperor's New Clothes by @magicalrocketships / 92072 words

Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship.

Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore /111303 words

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

Lightning Strikes The Heart by @fournipplesau and @justalarryblog / 130198 words

Shrewsbury, 1814

Dearest reader, I present to you your new bulletin of news regarding Shrewsbury citizen's activities. My name is Lady Merriweather and I will be in charge of the updates. I will make sure you are to know all the important details of what is to happen this season. You must know that you do not know who I am and you never shall. But be forewarned; I certainly do know you. I advise you to be on your best behaviour, lest you want the whole town to be privy of your business.

As expected every year, the Lockhart House hosts the season’s opening ball, and its invitation is the motive of the hustle in town, and every family hopes for the invitation. This year is no different, but this year everyone's attention is focused on the new Duke of Montgomery, His Grace Harry Edward Styles, and whether he will attend it.

All the omegas will be in their best manner, behaviour and clothes as it is expected. And here, dear reader is where we will find out which young omega might succeed at securing a match, hoping to not become a spinster.

Place your bets.

Love After the End of the World by @mercurial-madhouse / 162533 words

Society shattered when all electricity suddenly cut off across the globe, plunging the world into darkness. Now, Prometheus Industries is the sole remaining supply of power, a saving grace to those who survived Lights Out. As fugitives in no-man’s land struggling to break into Prometheus HQ, death lurks around every corner for Louis and Zayn. Things get complicated when a routine recon falls apart and Louis collides with Harry and his mates Niall and Liam, survivors with their own agenda. When staying alive is already a constant battle, the deadliest weakness is to be in love. For Harry and Louis, finding each other sits on top of the endless list of What Else Could Go Wrong.

second-hand emotion by @wadey-wilson / 183794 words

Louis is a twenty-three years old, soon-to-be Columbia University graduate with a loving boyfriend, wonderful friends, two kinds of reputations, and a suit so tight it’s nigh inappropriate. Harry is a twenty-three AWOL.

When you lose all that matters, love becomes an impossible achievement. Ergo, it’s only logical to fall for someone who can never die.

Allies in Heaven, Comrades in Hell / 265915 words (this fic was deleted but feel free to message me if you want a copy!)

Catholic school! AU where Louis is finishing sixth form and will definitely be famous someday if Harry has something to say about it, Liam is the racist homophobe that Zayn is dreadfully in love with, and Niall teaches guitar.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

#self indulgent i just wanna be able to find them fast #larry fic rec #fic rec list #larry #fic rec #larry stylinson #28th appreciation #lol haven't done one of these in a while

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Steve Rogers Fanfiction Recommendations

Happy birthday, Steve!

I know that there are some (a lot?) of steve fans who sometimes struggle to find fics focused on him, so I am here now putting a list of Steve fics. I was going to fics that I haven't seen recommended a lot and most of the ones on this post have less than 200 kudos only, but I end up putting everything (it's probably easier to put my bookmarks as public but well...). It's a massive list (over 100 fics?), so it's will be separated into several posts/reblogs.

Not all of them are from Steve's POV or even have him as the main 'main' character, but rest assured he played an important role and is featured heavily. Lots of these are friendship-focused but I categorized them. The shippy ones are mostly samsteve, thundershield, and some rare pairings because I don't venture to other ships a lot and when I did it's to the rare ones instead lol. Hopefully, any of you can find some gems from this list and these are as enjoyable or as good as I remembered. I'll continue to update it, hopefully, every time I find new ones.

Fics are under read more.

General

The Rocket's Red Glare

Steve was born on the Fourth of July (no joke), so a party is in order! Unfortunately, PTSD decides to rear its ugly head. Fortunately, Steve's got an entire team at his back to help him through it. And screaming goats.

an entry in the scrapbook of absurdity

In which Steve turns into a baby and bites people.

Baby Steve Adventures

Captain America gets hit by a spell during a battle. The rest of the Avengers look after him.

Do You Remember Being Happy? ('Cause I Sure Don't)

"Dragr," Thor called them. "Demons" Clint had said. "Thieves" is what Steve labels them as. AKA, the one where Steve is captured by creatures that feed off of happy memories, and the team is left to pick up the pieces. Post-Avengers.

In Search of (Bucky, Family, Home)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson

A week following the events of CATWS, Steve recruits Natasha and Sam to help find Bucky.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Do we need to recap again? You were shot three times, beaten near to death by an enhanced super soldier with a metal arm and then almost drowned. Yeah, your ass is going to need a few more days of healing time.”

The Truth When Captains Meet

Steve Rogers wakes up on an alien’s space ship being carried bridal style by Carol Danvers. As far as first meetings go, it’s memorable.

Irish Coffee

Pairings: Jessica Jones & Steve Rogers

Jessica runs into an incognito Cap at a cafe. They form an unlikely friendship of sorts.

The Lifetimes of Steve Rogers (Series)

What happens when Steve Rogers steps onto the quantum platform to return the Stones? Where does he go? What challenges does he find? Who does he meet? How many lifetimes can one man have?

Fifty-Two Pickup

Less than a week after the fall of the Triskelion, Steve Rogers is released from the hospital. Although his physical wounds are almost fully healed, other injuries need a bit more time, and some help from friends.

little kids get big so fast

Steve ends up having to take care of the deaged Defenders.

Grampa Steve's Bedtime Stories

If Mommy was away for work, then Morgan’s Grampa Steve came over to stay with her. He’d tuck her in, let her give Mommy a kiss on video chat, then hand her the picture of Daddy for his kiss. Once Daddy’s picture was back on the bookshelf, Grampa Steve would turn off the bedside lamp so that Miss Friday could cover the ceiling with stars, and ask Morgan what story she wanted to hear.

“Captain Steve, Grampa! Tell me Captain Steve!”

Grampa Steve sometimes read to her from books and other times watched a movie with her, but her favorite by far was when he told her Captain Steve’s Adventures Through the Multiverse.

On Camping Trips

Sam is more Hermione than Natasha is, and Steve doesn't want to be Harry.

Powerful

Steve loses the advantages of the super-soldier serum. This is not a tragedy.

His Dream

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

As if on cue, Steve cut him off with a loud sneeze.

"Yeah. Like that." Sam nodded. "And please sneeze into your elbow next time, dude. You could've just started an epidemic."

"Sorry. Allergies." Steve excused, and Sam raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know it's allergies?" Sam asked, and Steve sighed, putting the ingredients together and solving the mystery of what the gas had actually done.

The answer wasn't ideal. "It feels like the seasonal allergies I had before. Before the serum- and I haven't had them since the serum."

Realization clicked in Sam's head.

"The gas de-serumed you."

Steve swallowed and nodded reluctantly.

OR: Steve gets temporarily de-serumed, with his height and stature staying the same but his immune system being as bad as it was before, and has to stay in the hospital to prevent a severe allergic reaction or illness. Sam stays with him the whole time, making sure he's not alone.

A Strange Encounter

Things have gone awry and Strange is injured. With no other options, he's called for assistance from Captain America and his team.

even if we're apart, i'll always be with you

Steve finds a dirty toy bear at an abandoned gas station, on the way back from a school trip. He brings him home.

As Long as You’re Not Tired Yet of Talking

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

When Steve Rogers tells her, “Don’t be a stranger,” as they’re all going their own ways after New York, it makes her want to laugh.

Draw/Breath

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Natasha like knowing what makes people tick. She likes knowing things, about her teammates and her coworkers and herself. Oddly enough, sometimes other people like knowing her too.

AKA: Natasha wants to know why Steve isn’t drawing anymore, and takes the long way round to get her answer. Because why not.

With Magic We Do Fly

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers

In Civil War we see Wanda fling Steve into the air with her magic. They must have practiced that, right?

Que Wanda throwing Steve against a wall. Many times.

Just Like We Practiced

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers

Steve had said, in the movie when he asked Wanda to lift him into the building, "Just like we practiced." But just how did they come up with the idea of her lifting people with her powers, and putting them up somewhere like an escalator? Perhaps it was because Wanda accidentally sent a certain tall, blond Avenger face-first into the floor once and he decided he would help her learn to utilize this as a confidence building exercise. Natasha keeps an eye, Thor and Sam help build the training grounds, and Wanda has found her new home. Takes place between AGE OF ULTRON and CIVIL WAR.

Black and White but Red and Blue

They're watching black and white film reels, but Steve sees them in colour.

"My shield may be black and white but it was red and blue. Just like the blue sky under which red blood was spilled. Like Bucky's blue eyes and Peggy's red lips..."

The Road Warriors

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff

It wasn't pretty, but somehow the four of them managed to make it through two years on the run.

We'll Fix It

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Steve has a hard time after his battle with The Winter Soldier and isn't sure what to do with himself. After not seeing him for a week, Natasha finally shows up to his apartment unannounced to figure out how they can get back to work. There is some crying involved.

From Here On Out

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

The Accords, the search for Bucky, the fight at the airport ... In a world where nothing will ever be the same, sometimes the road to rebuilding trust and friendship is a little rockier than it should be.

AKA, the story of Steve & Natasha and how they got to where they are.

Set post-Civil War but pre-Infinity War.

I have this breath and I hold it tight

Parings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Vision

Steve finally goes to Wanda’s tiny room and taps on the doorframe, although it’s hardly necessary, with the slightly warped floorboards creaking under his feet. “Hey,” he says. “Got a minute?”

Wanda's been a little withdrawn since Steve broke everyone out of the Raft. She's had a lot to think about.

to you.

Pairings: Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff & Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff & Tony Stark

It's Wanda's birthday today. She's not sure how to feel.

New Love

Pairings: Diana (Wonder Woman) & Steve Rogers

Near the end of World War II, Diana Prince finds herself attempting to reconnect to her long-gone, beloved Steve Trevor. However, she comes across Steve Rogers instead.

Sharing Life (And Canned Green Beans)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

It’s Thanksgiving, and Steve is hiding in the second living room on the 8th floor of the penthouse apartments with a can of green beans.

I'm Fine

Steve slowly began to realize that the problem with being a national icon, a hero, and a role model, is that somehow, he became more than human. He become a symbol, not a person. So when he becomes increasingly unhappy, deeply depressed, and utterly adrift in a world where he doesn't belong, the loneliness and isolation are unbearable. How could anyone believe that an iconic hero like himself was really just an ordinary kid from Brooklyn, dying inside because everything he'd gained still wasn't enough to replace everything he'd lost? How could he possibly bring himself to bleed on the ones he loves? So he tells himself the same lie over and over, hoping one day, he'll believe it.

dogpile

"My dog ate my mission report" An injured Steve remembers something he has to do. Unabashed Steve and dogs fluff. "Didn't peg you for a pet guy." "Allergies."

Alone In This World (Together)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson

“We’re fugitives,” Steve said finally. “It might never get better.”

“The world’s always going to need saving," Sam replied. "We’re still Avengers. No one can take that away from us.” Then, like they hadn't been having an entire conversation before, “So when do we leave?”

“Once night falls.”

Do we have any idea where she is?”

“No.” Steve took a sip of his coffee. “But I know where she’ll be.”

it gets the worst at night

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Here's how it goes: Natasha sometimes shares a bed with Steve. It's not what it sounds like.

(In which there are Colombian drug lords, awkward boners, cuddly super-soldiers and the Avengers are all giant dorks.)

Shelter

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Sam and Steve, right after the fall of SHIELD.

Princely Bickering

Pairings: Jane Foster/Thor, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Jane Foster, Steve Rogers & Thor

Steve allows Sam to lean up and inspect his head for bruises and blood. He then checks out Steve’s eyes. ‘Do you know where you are?’ Steve rolls his eyes. ‘Don’t be an ass, Cap, apparently you can break.’ ‘London, England, chasing apparently useless Hydra intel despite having about five hundred international arrest warrants out for us because we’re just that stupid,’ says Steve. Sam pats him - gently - on the shoulder. Life on the run isn't easy, especially not after an injury. Fortunately Steve still has a few allies left.

And The Seconds Tick Down

AU of Civil War. How the world ended in twenty steps when Steve died.

"Grant" and "Francis" Go Shopping

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

Steve and Clint both have holiday shopping to do for their family of choice, so they make a day trip to an outlet mall, have a few heart to hearts, use some coupons, buy a bunch of presents, and eventually get through their shopping lists.

A Tune Without Words

Pairings: Jane Foster/Thor, Steve Rogers & Thor, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

As he and Sam prepare to begin searching for Bucky, Steve gets various offers of help—some more unexpected than others.

Purpose

Tony Stark wins the fight in Siberia completely by accident.

Steve Rogers does not resist his arrest as he is taken to the Raft.

Sam Wilson, T'Challa, and Pepper Potts pick up the pieces.

Full of Wounds and Still Standing on my Feet

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Wanda Maximoff

The five times Steve looked out for Wanda, and one time Wanda decided someone needed to look out for Steve.

Three Awakenings

The first three times that Steve Rogers woke up during his first twenty-four hours in the twenty-first century.

Making Your Own Future

Characters: Steve Rogers, Diana Prince, Steve Trevor Five times -- plus one -- that Diana Prince and Steve Rogers encountered one another.

Better Living Through Pizza

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

Steve takes some time off from soldiering and Avengering to get his head on straight, and Clint is assigned to keep an eye on him, because apparently SHIELD believes in the blind leading the blind. Steve really needs a hobby, since modern television shows baffle him, but Clint keeps bringing him DVDs and pizza.

Five Times Clint Barton Spoke with Steve Rogers about Growing Old and the One Time He Didn't.

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

When Steve Rogers reappeared from the past as an old man, there was a lot of catching up to do. Clint Barton made sure nobody got left behind.

Hammer's Totally Heavy-Handed and Incompetent Revenge

"So, at the end of IM2, Justin Hammer swears revenge on Pepper. He waits until Tony and Rhodey are halfway across the world to launch his attack.

Unfortunately for him, thanks to SHIELD, Iron Man and War Machine aren't the only superheroes in Pepper's rolladex. Steve thinks Pepper's just swell and doesn't take too kindly to somebody trying to hurt her."

Cue badass!Steve and competent!Pepper

Fan Mail

Steve starts getting his fan mail and receives an invitation to the prom. Written for a prompt at the Avengers kink meme. It was a great prompt, and so much fun to write and get feedback for!

Prom. Steve 'Grandpa Iceberg' Rogers at a 21st-century high school prom. "This isn't happening. This whole conversation is just an elaborate practical joke. Bruce really just has orders for widgets or something."

Bruce waved the printouts at him. "Fraid not. I don't really do practical jokes. Messing with other people's moods just seems. I don't know. Karmically unwise."

Mascot

Steve runs. People see Steve run. Steve gets adopted by the neighbourhood he runs through every week day morning. He finds this confusing. Tony finds it amusing.

Locks Not Replaced

Tony angsts back at Avengers' HQ, Ross is a bully and Steve makes sure he doesn't get away with it. In other words, there is much regret, a bit on the philosophy of locks, adventure and far too many Robin Hood metaphors.

woof

For a prompt on the avengers kinkmeme: "...something different happens when Steve gets Dr Erskine's serum plus the Vita ray treatment... Steve does get taller and stronger, but when the first full moon hits, he turns into a big friendly looking dog. Yes, he's a weredog, not a werewolf."

Mission: Baby

Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

The Asset finds himself in charge of the care of a small baby, but somehow he knows—he has to protect the baby from all harm, whatever the cost.

14 Tracks

Pairings: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Avengers Team 14 tracks from Steve's iPod and how they got on there.

Life Will Rattle Your Bones

Pairings: Erik Lehnsherr & Steve Rogers

Captain America and the Howling Commandos find Schmidt sooner than they thought... wait, what do you mean this is a *different* Schmidt?

In war-torn Germany, the paths of Steve Rogers and Erik Lehnsherr cross, part, and cross again.

come build me up

Pairings: Sharon Carter & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

“Do you ever feel like -- like you joined up because you wanted to do good. You wanted to do the right thing but somewhere along the way, you just lost the whole fucking plot.”

“All of the time.”

Or: the one where Captain America and Agent 13 give long distance friendship a whirl.

Down in the Worn Out Place Again

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Wanda Maximoff

“You don't look a day over 85, Captain,” Wanda says.

Natasha smiles, just barely, and nudges Steve with her elbow. “She makes jokes now.”

(Post AoU, stories about friendship.)

Satellites

Characters: Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Nick Fury Pairings: Natasha Romanov & Steve Rogers, Minor Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Minor Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

In the immediate aftermath of SHIELD's collapse and Steve's plunge into the Potomac, Natasha considers her place in the world. Also the fact that Steve is depressing.

Timeless Classics

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Avengers Team Five An undetermined number of times (six, apparently) Steve unexpectedly got the reference (sort of), and one time everyone discovered something new together.

you just wait and see

Pairings: Rocket Raccoon & Steve Rogers

“Thor said you’re the captain.” Rogers says, his voice distant, sad smile growing into a sadder grin. “Tough job.”

The Small Hours

Pairings: Steve Rogers & T'Challa, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

"I'm not getting him back, am I." The words were flatly delivered – not a question so much as fatigued resignation. "We will do everything we can to help him," T'Challa quietly replied, but he wouldn't lie, not about this. Not to a fellow warrior he respected on and off the field of battle. "The possibility does exist, however, that the triggers are permanent."

The Man We All Remember From the Newsreels

Still getting used to the twenty-first century, Steve comforts himself with memories of long-gone friends. But Howard Stark, the man Steve remembers, is nothing like the man he sees in the newsreels.

we're all choir boys at best

Characters: Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm

You are totally getting laid tonight. "Please stop talking." You hijacked my brain first, this is totally not my fault.

Epistaxis

Steve doesn't worry the first time he gets a bloody nose that won't quit. But when it happens a second, third, fourth... He, and his teammates, start to get concerned.

You Close Your Eyes and the Glory Fades

His body isn’t his own, he knows that, knew before the procedure that everything would change. That was the easiest thing to wrap his head around, actually, the physical changes. He’s used to his body betraying him, so this is just another thing to learn his way around. But the colors of everything, even the sliver of blue sky he could see, craning his head at the tiny window, look different.

Looking For Answers (From The Great Beyond)

After the Battle of New York is over, and Loki and the tesseract are returned to Asgard, Steve takes a road trip across the country, and tries to figure out what he wants to do next.

Mourning the Future

Steve's ties to the past and the future are pretty tenuous, and the serum ensures he lives in an eternal present state of ever-youthful vigour. When an old war buddy gets handed his last marching orders, Steve has to wonder if everyone will eventually leave.

Riviera Life

Sam and Steve have been traversing Europe looking for Bucky. Not everyone is convinced it isn’t an open invitation road trip.

Voluntary Bros.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm

"Dude, you could be twins, they tested you before they defrosted you to see if you were a clone or something, or if he was a clone," Clint said.

"I want to talk to him, I think. I mean, a girl threw her latte at me last week for not calling her back and this dude felt me up at an art gallery yesterday," Steve said.

Two Brooklynites and One Big Apple

Pairings: Miles Morales & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

“You did good out there today,” Captain America said, brushing a layer of detritus from his unfathomably broad shoulder. “I’ll see you around.”

“Not if I see you first,” replied Miles, fingergunning with one hand as he sent a web rope fwipping off into the distance with the other, catapulting himself away at tremendous speed.

... in which two superheroes battle with bad guys, embark on community art lessons, and a friendship forms along the way.

Battle Fatigue

Steve thought he was doing okay. Things weren't going great, but they were fine, manageable even, and then suddenly they weren't.

We Become New Yorkers (or: Five Times Steve Rogers Looked For Home, and One Time Home Found Him)

New York is a million cities at the same time. This is how Steve found his.

A beautiful day in the neighborhood

In which Steve and Peter learn that the best way to get through a bad situation is together. And to avoid collapsing buildings. And that concussions are terrible, terrible things.

Leviticus 25

"You want to save Bucky Barnes? You are going to have to put your own house in order first because he is going to need a rock to cling to. You are not ready to be that rock for him. You owe it to him -- and more importantly, you owe it to yourself -- to figure things out, figure out how you can be happy in this time and place, whether or not Barnes is with you."

Strike

Sometimes the road to recovery involves bowling. Conveniently, so does the one to the Grand Canyon.

Conversation in Wakanda

“I have been told that you had the privilege to share a training session with some of our Dora Milaje,” T’Challa says. “May I ask how it went?”

“Well,” the Captain huffs. “There’s no polite way to say it: I had my ass handed to me. Repeatedly.”

He sounds and looks utterly delighted.

Contact Light

Everyone thought computers would be the thing that really blew Steve's mind about the 21st century. They were wrong. When he finds out that he missed the moon landing, it's the start of an ongoing obsession with space that maybe involves Neil deGrasse Tyson, Twitter, and Star Trek marathons.

Twenty-Two

“This is Lucky,” Clint said when a dog got between him and Natasha. Lucky’s vest was bright, like desert mornings and night explosions.

“Does he help?” Natasha asked.

Clint pressed his hands flat on the counter behind him. “He saved my life.”

Natasha looked at Steve, her expression fierce. Steve resisted the urge to yank down his sleeves. Instead, he dug his nails into the puckered skin on his forearms.

AKA An AU in which Steve is a veteran just trying to survive (or not).

Gray

Peter doesn't expect Steve to show up at his house one night when he gets home from school. He also doesn't expect to have a long conversation with him, and choose to be on his side instead.

We're Happy, Free, Confused, and Lonely at the Same Time.

"Tony isn't sure, but he *thinks* Steve Rogers is going to try and argue with him about not being a kid, while wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and plaid pyjama pants watching a Disney movie. Tony really hopes that is the case. The Captain America voice looses all affect when wrapped up in that blanket and Tony can't wait to inform him as such." - The one where Tony realises that Captain America and Steve Rogers are not the same person, and Steve is so much younger then he thought.

This Isn't A Love Song, This Isn't A Fable

Steve's not OK with people's perception of Captain America, no matter what he says or how much he pretends otherwise. It's like no one in this time period realizes that there's more to him than a spangly outfit. And yes, he's including the Avengers in that. ... or, the one where everything's all right, until it's not.

it's safe here in our new world

Post TWS. In which Natasha and Steve go shopping, have Thursday night movie nights, and learn that Natasha loves to platonically kiss Steve. Which is good, because Steve loves being platonically kissed by Natasha.

Shadowboxing

Pairings: Matt Murdock & Steve Rogers

It doesn’t matter how many times you fall – what matters most is how many times you get back up. Steve Rogers knew this lesson far too well and it was one Matt Murdock had endured all his life. With both men at their lowest, could a chance friendship bring each of them to their feet again?

Everybody Eats When They Come to My House

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

“You’ll ruin your dinner,” Sam says, gesturing with Steve with his spatula.

i fear for the calendar; its days are numbered

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Before she goes off the grid, Natasha gives Steve her phone number. He’s honored that he’s the only one to be trusted with it, but quickly learns that she spends most of her free time texting him Dad jokes.

Status Quo Ante

Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

A tale in which Sam suspects he should be used to this by now, for values of 'this' that involve certain folks he hangs out with and situations he finds himself in, Team Cap becomes Team Ex-Cap becomes TBD, and nobody but Clint really wants to know what happened to Scott Lang's GI Joes. (Sam Wilson from the final scene to the mid-credits scene.)

The Glass Parade

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

Steve thinks that he’s seen Natasha be at least three different people in the short time he’s known her, and he isn’t sure which one is real.

In which the most confusing part of the future is how much Steve has in common with Natasha, and the fact that she seems dead-set on being his friend.

Still Life

Steve Rogers and a very modern form of art therapy. (The one where Steve draws himself out of despair and into some notoriety when his cartoons hit the internet, but he's still not allowed to look at Tumblr without an okay from Pepper.)

Selective Service

The serum's given Steve a lot, but it hasn't taken anything away from him. Not even the things he never wanted in the first place.

I'm a Hustler, Baby

Steve Rogers has a talent for pool--and for making others believe he's terrible at it.

The Healing Properties of Felt-Tip Pens

Rapid healing has worked wonders on Steve Rogers' body, but occasionally it really screws with his head. In the aftermath of torture, Bruce Banner helps Steve to reconcile mind and body.

If I Die Before I Wake

It's his job, as their leader, to endure the sadistic focus of their captor, and that is the one thought that carries Steve through.

Even Gods Do

Captain America doesn't have a good relationship with sleep anymore. Also, he's not a toy.

Under My Skin

Written for a prompt on avengerkink: I want to see something where, for whatever reason, Steve's accelerated healing turns out to be a bad thing. Something where the faster healing is making things worse. I would prefer something other than the standard, super-healing allows for more torture without death. “He's lucky – to have the serum, to have you all.” Tony wasn't sure about that first part. When one faced death and destruction every day on the job, there were many advantages to having a healing factor...and a great many disadvantages as well.

A Glossary of the 21st Century

Pairings: pre-Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Steve's sick of not understanding what's going on, and the team are not all that helpful, so he starts keeping an illustrated notebook for further research. With the help of wiki, google and Logan he starts to settle in and find his place in the twenty-first century.

Blanket Gift Policy

“You didn’t,” Bucky said, with no real hope of being contradicted. Clint shrugged helplessly and passed him the large, soft bundle wrapped in shiny purple foil.

“Sorry.” Tony covered his eyes with one hand.

“I’m getting a migraine.”

“So,” Bruce said wearily, “counting Clint, me, Bucky, Tony, and Sam, that brings it up to five.”

“Excuse you, mine’s not a blanket,” Sam said. “Mine’s a slanket. Big difference.”

Bucky resisted the urge to throw the whole heap of parcels at Sam’s head. “Because it has sleeves? It’s still a blanket, Wilson. They’re all blankets. Even Thor’s direct-from-Asgard raven gift delivery was a cloak, which just means it’s a blanket with a strap. We all got Steve a goddamn blanket.”

One Tin Soldier

Written for a prompt at avengerkink: Because really, under any other circumstances, why would they follow him when he's some guy who's younger than the rest of them (time as a Capsicle aside), who goes around wearing that spangly outfit, who's not even used to the modern world? Why Steve Rogers, rather than a Norse god or the CEO of Stark Industries or anyone else?

“Love is for children,” she'd said, but respect knew no such bounds. The five times the Avengers accepted Steve as their leader, and the one time they followed without question.

and if there's life we'll see it

Steve is instantly taken with this idea of having the picture of the person calling you flash on your screen when they ring your cell.

Secure Your Own Oxygen Mask (Before Assisting Others)

Steve keeps going, because they need him. Being Captain America - having the serum - is a responsibility and a privilege he takes seriously, and he won't waste it by sitting around resting in the middle of a crisis. But then the work is over, and the original victims of the crisis aren't the only ones needing looking after.

Way of the Eagle

Clint introduces Steve to kung-fu movies. Things escalate quickly.

Walking Wounded

In the aftermath of the battle against the Chitauri, Steve's doing just fine. Until he's not. Fortunately, Thor is a perfect mother-hen, Tony makes decent back-up, JARVIS is a genius, and Soap Operas are life-changing. (Or, Post-Shawarma Feels.)

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