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[clusterbuck]

HELLO wrapped number fic prompt if u want: 62 👉👈

it is perhaps a little sacrilegous to reduce trample out the days to the line bury my heart at the rodeo but. i did it anyway

this is for all my cowboy eddie girlies 🫶🏻 and for anyone who actually knows things about rodeo: i am so sorry i googled my best

Later, Buck will deny the way Eddie tells the story. 

All I had to do was get on a horse, Eddie will say. That’s all it took.

And Buck will blush and grin and insist it was more than that, but—

That’s kind of the gist of it. 

What happens is this: the LAFD announces the theme for their annual fundraiser, and Buck loses his mind. (There are some steps in between, but those are the broad strokes of it.)

Through some quirk of fate, some accident of the universe—a universe, Buck has long since decided, that gets off on mocking him—the theme of this year’s fundraiser is rodeo. 

—

At first, this doesn’t seem like a problem. Buck is ready to laugh it off like he does every year, to make a perfunctory effort towards a costume, man whatever booth Bobby tells him to, and laugh about it with Eddie later. 

Then Eddie opens his mouth, and says something that makes the entire long table in the firehouse loft get whiplash turning to look at him. 

“I used to ride rodeo.”

Hen blinks, several times in quick succession. Chimney makes a strangled noise. Buck drops his spoon. 

It splashes back into his bowl of cereal, but everyone is too focused on Eddie to notice. 

“Please,” Chimney says, propping his chin in his hands like a teenage girl in a high school movie. “Do elaborate.”

“Not professionally or anything,” Eddie says. “But it was offered at my high school. Just gymkhana and stuff.”

“Oh, sure,” Hen says. “Just gymkhana. Okay.”

“Some people played football,” Eddie shrugs. “It’s not that different.”

“Not that different,” Ravi echoes. “Yeah, I can’t see any difference. Definitely not the horses or anything.”

“Other people ride horses,” Eddie tries to protest. 

“But not in the rodeo,” Chimney says.

“That’s what I’m saying,” Eddie says. He shoots Buck a look that might be saying help me, but Buck’s too distracted by the thought of Eddie on horseback to react. “I was never in the rodeo. Gymkhana was like—I don’t know, rec league. The events I rode aren’t even in real rodeos.” He grins. “Or—barrel racing is, but professionally that’s women only.” 

“None of this is helping you get out of this, Edmundo,” Hen says, and Eddie glares at her. “I’m sure they’ll find something for you to do.”

She looks to Bobby and they all follow, turning to see a grin spreading across his face. 

“Yeah,” he says. “I’m sure they will.”

—

And so Buck finds himself in a locker room just off the field at some small-town rodeo arena just outside of Los Angeles, watching Eddie pace back and forth in well-worn Wranglers and a faded flannel shirt. 

“Is this a bad idea?” Eddie mutters, then shakes his head. “Of course it’s a bad idea, god, I haven’t chased the cans in over a decade—”

Buck knows he should reassure Eddie, try to talk him off this ledge, but—

This is a version of Eddie he hasn’t even known to dream of. 

A version of Eddie who looks like he could have stepped off the cover of a western, who keeps mumbling words that Buck understands separately but not in the combinations he deploys them in. A version of Eddie who is about to mount a horse and race it around the barrels in front of the entire LAFD and everyone who’s turned out to support them. 

This is a version of Eddie that makes it hard for Buck to remember that thinking about Eddie is not something he does. Is not something he can do, not without spiralling into visions of a future he can never have. 

Buck has long since learned how to quiet those thoughts, how to tuck them between his ribs and lock them away. He’s made his peace with the fact that Eddie is his friend. But it seems his immunity doesn’t extend to a version of Eddie who rides in rodeos. 

“Buck?” Eddie asks, and when Buck looks up, there’s something vulnerable in his eyes. Eddie opens his mouth, his features crouched on the edge of a question—

And there’s a knock on the door. “You’re up next, cowboy,” Chimney calls, barely disguised glee in his voice. 

“I—that’s me,” Eddie says. “I’d better—”

“Yeah,” Buck says. 

Their eyes meet, and something passes between them. Something Buck can’t identify, like every time he tries to make its shape out, it shifts just out of reach. 

“Will you watch?” Eddie asks. 

Buck blinks. “Of course,” he says. Then: “Cowboy,” tacked on just a little too late to be natural. 

Eddie grins, a little tight around the edges. 

“You’ll be fine,” Buck says, softer now. “I’m sure riding a horse is just like—uh. Like riding a bike.”

That gets a laugh out of Eddie, though he shakes his head. “It’s really not,” he says. “But I’ve come down here to practice a few times. To get to know the horse. So she gets used to me.” 

“See?” Buck says. “You’ll be fine.”

Then Chimney knocks again, and Eddie squares his shoulders and heads out of the room. 

Buck makes his way to the edge of the field. He’s right by the starting line, perfectly positioned to see it when Eddie bursts out of the alley astride a beautiful chestnut horse, racing past the timer beam and towards the first barrel. 

The race itself is fast—barely twenty seconds after Eddie started, he’s cantering back in the opposite direction and crossing the finishing line. The electronic scoreboard in the corner beeps, updating the times, but Buck doesn’t look up to see how Eddie placed. His eyes are glued to Eddie, to the slight gleam of sweat along his forehead and the way muscles ripple under his jeans as he slows the horse down. He notices Buck watching, and he—

Eddie winks, and Buck’s mouth goes dry. 

He starts heading for the alley before his brain quite catches up with his feet, weaving his way along the edge of the field until he makes it to where Eddie is dismounting. 

(Buck would like to say he doesn’t stare at Eddie’s ass while he does, but he isn’t quite that shameless a liar.)

Eddie pats the horse’s neck and murmurs something, then hands the reins to someone hovering by the side. He turns to face Buck, exhilaration written clear across his face. “Did you see?”

“Yeah,” Buck says, with a grin of his own. “Eddie, that was—” 

Then he takes a breath. “I need you to know that this isn’t just about the horse,” he says, and grabs the front of Eddie’s shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. 

Eddie stands frozen for only a fraction of a second before his hands find Buck’s waist, pulling him impossibly close. He makes a muffled noise against Buck’s mouth, and it takes a moment for Buck to realise it’s a laugh. 

“Not just about the horse, huh?” Eddie murmurs when Buck pulls back with a questioning look. 

Buck laughs. “Full disclosure, it’s a little bit about the horse,” he admits. “But it’s mostly about you.”

“Good,” Eddie says, smiling softly. “Because this is about you.” And he leans in for another kiss. 

also on ao3!

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#911fic #buddie #buddie fic #ask emma #hattalove #emma writes

[hlficlibrary]

hii, please give me some friends to lover slow burn (preferably bh) 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hi! So this has been a popular request lol! Here are the two recs I already did...

✤ Slow Burn Friends to Lovers / Part 2

And here are 3 more that are bh to make a part 3...

Late Night Talking by @kingsofeverything

Louis Tomlinson has a new album coming out and a second world tour on the horizon. Promo season gets underway with a stop at Late Night Talking, the late night show hosted by Harry Styles, and Harry Styles just happens to be the man who blew a chance to date Louis a decade ago.

run away home by @hattalove

Louis stands, in the middle of a clearing with his hands in his pockets, and stares. This boy—God, this gorgeous, gorgeous boy. He seems so clumsy, confused at the best of times, but there’s a wisdom about him as he speaks, a maturity that belies his age.

Louis is hopelessly, wildly attracted to him.

or, louis is a successful jockey down on his luck, struggling to get his life back on track after an injury. harry has a horse, a house fit for a prince, and a broken heart.

it takes them a while to figure out that they need each other.

Pour Your Heart Out by @hrrytomlinson

Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to.

#ask #anon #ficrec #minificrecs #slowburn #friendstolovers #hrrytomlinson #hattalove #kingsofeverything #bottomharry

[burnthatbridge]

[Podfic] rainbows have nothing to hide

One of my all time favourite fics! This is such an adorable story and I loved narrating it. Thank you so much @hattalove​ for writing this slice of pure joy <3

Length: 23 minutes 27 seconds Format: Streaming + MP3 + M4B Rating: Teen & Up Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Relationship: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz Warnings: No Archive warnings apply Links: AO3, archive.org, Google Drive Summary:

“Glad to see someone is happy I’m here,” Buck yells into the house, and only gets the rustle of paper bags and a vague grunt in response. He leans down and whispers into Christopher’s ear: “Was he being a Kermit again?”

Christopher nods so hard that some of his hair ends up in Buck’s mouth.

“It’s so bad,” he whispers back. “You need to move in with us already.”

how is eddie diaz like kermit the frog? let buck and christopher count the ways.

And have the cover with the title on the phone instead as a bonus, because I couldn’t make up my mind which was better:

#podfic #fanfic #buddie #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #rainbows have nothing to hide #hattalove #adore this fic #(that's both a fact about me and a command i am giving you) #my podfic

[gracieryder]

Happy Thursday, loves! Have a new podfic for “baby, say you’ll always keep me” by @hattalove. 😎

A special thank you to her allowing me to record it! 🥰​​​

Length: 1 hour 04 minutes 54 seconds Format: Streaming + MP3 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)  Relationship: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (Buddie) Ao3 Link: Here

Summary: “Yeah,” Eddie says, and the darkness behind his eyelids takes on a white edge. “Be good. Nice to be married,” he yanks on Buck’s t-shirt, “best friend.”

Finally, Buck takes a breath that sounds off somehow, but he laughs too, and that sounds normal, Eddie thinks. A normal laugh.

“Sure, Eds,” he says, and there’s his hand in Eddie’s hair again, a puff of breath on the crown of Eddie’s head like Buck leaned in to press a kiss there and then stopped, but why would he stop—“I’ll marry you if you remind me tomorrow.”

or the one in which joking about being married to your best friend is all fun and games, right up until you realize that you're not laughing.

#enjoy babes! 💃 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 #podfic #mists podfics #hattalove #baby say you'll always keep me

[thebestbooksaround]

baby, say you'll always keep me by hattalove (@hattalove)

Buddie | 8k | Teen

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and the darkness behind his eyelids takes on a white edge. “Be good. Nice to be married,” he yanks on Buck’s t-shirt, “best friend.”

Finally, Buck takes a breath that sounds off somehow, but he laughs too, and that sounds normal, Eddie thinks. A normal laugh.

“Sure, Eds,” he says, and there’s his hand in Eddie’s hair again, a puff of breath on the crown of Eddie’s head like Buck leaned in to press a kiss there and then stopped, but why would he stop—“I’ll marry you if you remind me tomorrow.”

or the one in which joking about being married to your best friend is all fun and games, right up until you realize that you're not laughing.

#Fics I love #Buddie #Eddie Diaz #Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley #Evan Buckley #911onfox #911 fan fiction #buddiefanfiction #buddie fic #911 #911 fox #hattalove

[buckbuddies]

ok but now I need a buddie fic about this, any writers feeling inspired?

#buddie #buck x eddie #hattalove #capseycartwright #princessfbi #clusterbuck #oh man there's so many more but I can't remember all their urls #feel free to tag any writers you know #please and thank you

[mybodyfails]

fdhkjdhsk my bestie (whom i met bc of 1d) is a huge fan and she lives in the US and i live in europe and we were trying to figure out how to finally meet, and when they announced niall for lolla we were like 👀 but then they announced stray kids and she was like ok we're going to paris so. we went to paris. and we got to the festival at around 10am when they weren't on until 10pm which was a hilarious experience as a casual fan at best bc everyone there was very. Very into them

wow, you got the whole package! your bestie, paris, niall and skz 😭

and yeah, the crowd went OFF for them. i hope everyone's energy helped you through their set after what must've been an exhausting 12 hours gjdhfjfjfjf

#hattalove #ask

[leothil]

3, 4, 12, 15 for the fic asks please 💗

Hi kris my beloved! 💗

3. A fic that made you laugh out loud

Okay how can I NOT answer everything's coming up milhouse by @henswilsons, I cackled like an absolute maniac the whole way through. Mr LAFD Updates man my dearest beloved!

4. A fic that you love a normal amount

There are. So Many fics I could put here because I attach to them like a leech. But the first fic I remember going absolutely mental over was Close My Eyes and Stumble (Right Into Your Love) by @hmslusitania. I have reread it so many times and talked about it enough that a non-fandom friend went and read it too despite knowing nothing about the show. I am simply so attached to dispatcher!Eddie and probie!Buck, and the absolutely incredible art by @like-the-rest-of-la is something I still go and look at at least weekly.

12. A fic you couldn't stop reading once you started

Haha, hey there kris! When you published Tell Me About Despair I started reading it and did not stop until 1:30 in the morning. Yes it was new year's eve no I did not have anything better to do, I spent the evening reading one of my favourite fics of all time and drinking champagne on my own sofa, it was kind of perfect.

15. A fic you wish you could display on your bookshelf

I think in a week by @buttercupbuck would look absolutely gorgeous, because I imagine small drawings of the plants and flowers they catalogue in the margins, and bigger landscape drawings or photos in between the chapters!

Send me a number or emoji for a fic rec!

#ask games #hattalove #please know I love all this fics very dearly!

[capseycartwright]

fmk: london paris brussels 👀 also while this is not a particularly visual medium i would love to know about your top 3 favorite pieces of clothing you own!!

okay see i would fuck london. london would show me a good time and we’d have some great memories together but it’s too big and overwhelming a city for me to love long term, you know? we’re like friends who meet once or twice a year for a marathon sex weekend and then we part ways happily.

i would marry brussels. controversial, some may say - and maybe they’d be right. it’s not the most classically beautiful city in the world, but it’s a very cool place full of wonderful people and museums and bars and restaurants and i love it too much to marry anyone else. we’ve broken up on occasions but i keep coming back.

and i’d kill paris because as much as i love paris if i lived there i would finally have to give in and learn french and i am simply not capable of speaking it.

oooh and my favourite items of clothing, that’s a good one! it’s got to be firstly my doc martens and as much as i love my classic black ones it’s actually the brown chelsea boot style i would save in a fire because they’re so comfortable and so work (office in this case) appropriate and i could not live without them. secondly. my uniqlo heat tech puffer, the one everyone and their mother have. it’s warm and comfy and i cannot live without her. thirdly. rogue choice here. i have a scarf from the tartan blanket company which is the most beautiful thing i have ever owned and it’s warm and cosy and magnificent and i will be buying myself another this winter.

thank u kris mwah!!!

sleepover saturday

#in which i ramble #asks #hattalove #london is my in another life city though #along with amsterdam #in another life i lived there i know it #kris tag

[drysdaales]

for the wip game: hold? 👀

hiiii kris loml

Buck shuts his eyes. Maddie lets go of his hand, opening a cabinet a little further away. He pretends, for a moment, like he is four and she is thirteen and she is making tea to put him to sleep. She’s making him tea to press the mug into his tiny hands and let that warmth blossom in his chest as they hold it together. It’s hot, she says. You have to blow on it.

send me a word and if it's in my wip, i'll share a sentence with that word in it!

#hattalove #kris tag #ily

[throgmortem]

omg happy birthday friend i hope it’s a good one 🥳💓

thank you 🥰🥰🥰

#asks??? #in my inbox??? #hattalove

[clusterbuck]

omg for the little romantic gestures, “trying to cook their favourite dish”? 🥺💕

the house smells good when eddie walks in. spices linger in the air, familiar in a way that feels like the heat of the texas sun on the back of his neck. it still takes a moment for him to recognise it, and when he does he understands why—it smells like his abuela’s tamales. which isn’t something he’s expecting in his house, eight hundred miles from his abuela.

he drops his work bag by the door and kicks off his shoes, wandering through the house until he reaches the kitchen doorway. buck is standing at the counter, seemingly so absorbed in whatever he’s doing that he hadn’t noticed eddie coming home.

“hey,” eddie says, leaning against the doorway. “smells good.”

buck startles, just a little, and when he turns to look at eddie there’s a hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks.

eddie puts his hands in his pockets so he won’t reach out to touch it.

“you—you’re early,” buck says, turning back to the counter. now that eddie looks, he can see that the kitchen looks a little like a miniature hurricane tore through it. but it smells even better here than it had by the door, so eddie’s willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

and besides, he likes cleaning the kitchen with buck. it’s the kind of thing that feels so domestic he sometimes thinks his heart will crack under the weight of it, but he loves it anyway. loves the way buck fits into his kitchen like he lives here, like he’s always lived here, like he’s meant to be part of their family unit.

so it’s okay if the kitchen looks like a disaster zone. they’ll fix it later.

eddie glances at his watch. “only half an hour,” he says. “there was some kind of confusion with shift change, the next shift got there early so they just sent us home.”

“okay, well—go wait in the living room or something,” buck says, trying to hide his cooking behind himself. “i’ll only be like—well, i don’t want to jinx it, but—”

“i know you’re making tamales,” eddie says, frowning. “what’s the big secret?”

buck’s face falls. “it was supposed to be a surprise,” he says. “i even asked your abuela for her recipe.”

“and she gave it to you?” eddie asks. “she guards that thing with her life.”

“she didn’t want to,” buck admits, then grins. “but she caved when i told her it’s for our one-month anniversary.”

eddie freezes. “our—”

buck, seemingly misinterpreting eddie’s confusion, looks at the floor and scratches at the back of his neck. “i know it’s—silly, and kind of juvenile, but i just—i don’t know, it’s the first month of the rest of our lives. i wanted to celebrate that.”

eddie blinks, silent, and buck lets out a nervous laugh. “it’s corny,” he says. “it’s—is it corny? it is, right?”

“no, it’s—” eddie manages to say, then swallows, unsure where to even start. “buck—”

buck looks up at him, and eddie takes a deep breath.

“it’s—buck. we’re not dating.”

something clatters, and eddie realised buck’s dropped the spoon he was holding. he stands stock-still next to the kitchen counter, completely frozen except for the way that his mouth opens and closes then opens again without any sound coming out.

“i’m—” buck finally says, then blinks. “yeah, we are. you—eddie, you asked me out. last month. you told me to dress nice and said you’d pick me up. and we went to—”

“the poker game,” eddie says slowly.

“yeah,” buck says. “and it was—we were—i don’t know, i guess i just—assumed. that it was—” he trails off, shifting his weight from foot to foot and looking anywhere but at eddie.

“but—” eddie starts, dumbfounded. he has what feels like a million questions, but what ends up coming out of his mouth is, “you haven’t—we haven’t even kissed.”

buck huffs a hollow laugh. “i thought we were taking it slow,” he says. “i thought—i don’t know, i mean, i was gonna ask about it eventually, but i thought—” he shakes his head. “god, i don’t know what i thought,” he mutters. “this is so—i’m just, uh. i’m gonna go—”

he makes to step past eddie and out of the kitchen, but eddie grabs his wrist. buck stares at him, and eddie lets the grin that’s been building inside of him finally spread across his face, all the way into a laugh that bubbles out into the space between them.

“okay, laugh it up,” buck mutters. “just let me—”

“buck,” eddie interrupts him, squeezing his wrist. “that poker game? i spent the whole night wishing it was a date.”

buck stares at him, blankly, until a flicker of recognition starts in his eyes and finally cracks into a careful smile. “you mean—”

eddie slides his hand down over buck’s wrist to where he can thread his fingers through buck’s. “i mean today isn’t an anniversary, but one year from today can be.”

little romantic gestures💘

#911fic #buddie #buddie fic #ask emma #hattalove #emma writes

[hlficlibrary]

✤ Exes Fics ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category tag on ao3 by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ got the sunshine on my shoulders by @hattalove [E, 124k]

five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn't have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.

now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he's rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he's forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who's spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.

(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

2️⃣ Mine Would Be You by @crinkle-eyed-boo [E, 114k]

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

3️⃣ all the lights are full of colour by @infinitelymint [E, 26k]

So, fast-forwarding eight years from the day Harry met Louis, he is now a twenty-seven year old owner of one of the most up-and-coming eating establishments on the London restaurant scene, father of two wonderful boys and�� separated from his husband. Now, that last part definitely was never a part of the original plan.

Or, Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle.

4️⃣ The Shirt You Hate by @isthatyoularry [M, 15k]

“Soph,” Louis says to his female executive assistant. “I’m making more money than ever, and I have just realised that I have no one to spend it on.”

At thirty years old, Louis is past halfway to becoming a billionaire, and he needs to find the one. He literally stumbles upon his university sweetheart.

5️⃣ You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by lucythegoosey / @harryrainbows [E, 95k]

Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.

Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.

One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.

Or: Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 Wait For It by dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes [E, 119k]

“You’re doing it again.” Zayn’s voice breaks him away from his thoughts.

Louis furrows his brows. “What?”

Zayn waves his hand around. “You’ve got that dreamy look on your face. You’re thinking about the future love of your life, again aren’t you?”

Zayn is staring at him in a way like he’s daring Louis to lie so he could call him out on it. Liam and Zayn can read him like a book, making it hard for Louis to keep anything from them. Instead of trying to lie, he resigns himself and lets out a breath.

“I am.”

A How I Met Your Mother au with a better ending. Louis is ready to find the love of his life and when he meets Harry he thinks he's finally found them. Liam and Zayn have been together since college and are ready to take the next step in their relationship, except Zayn might be having doubts. And Niall is happy with no strings attached dating until a new employee at the bar they frequent walks into his life and makes him question his entire existence.

💎 pull me back together again (the way you cut me in half) by 28sunflowers / @vintageumbroshirt [E, 26k]

When trying to figure out who the love of his life is, Harry’s brain brings back a specific name from his past.

That’s why, a decade after a messy divorce, Louis opens his door to find his ex-husband standing on the other side, asking for a second chance.

Or a This Is Us AU starring Harry as Kevin and Louis as Sophie, but I selectively choose to use only some parts of what's cannon on the show.

💎 Love Gone Wrong by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment [T, 18k]

Years ago, Harry and Niall left their rural town for the big city, while their respective boyfriends Louis and Zayn stayed behind at the ranch. Louis and Harry start an on-and-off relationship, but Zayn and Niall break off all ties. When Louis gets into a fight with Harry, he enlists Zayn's help to make things right with him, thereby putting Zayn in Niall's path again, and giving all of them a chance to work things out and start anew.

💎 don't you call him baby by @femstyles [T, 8k]

But now, eleven months later, as his Uber pulls up outside the bar, Harry thinks he can absolutely handle this. He's going to walk into Liam's birthday party where the ex-love of his life is also going to be and he's going to show Louis that he can be a mature adult about everything that’s happened in the last year.

Or the one where Harry is absolutely doing fine and is definitely not still hung up on Louis. Except he is.

💎 'Tis the Damn Season by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche [M, 2k]

The door will open and he’ll smile wide and genuine at the people who raised him, his teary-eyed mother and rosey-face step-father. He won’t think about the cabin in the woods again until next December.

#hltracks #hlcreators #hljournal #hlsource #trackinghome #1dficvillage #tracksintheam #zanniscaramouche #femstyles #wordsnnotes #28sunflowers #dimpledhalo #lucythegoosey #isthatyoularry #infinitelymint #crinkleeyedboo #hattalove

[joebennet]

🔥💛

🔥 - How has the way you think about yourself changed since you realized you were queer?

I think I allow myself more space to feel things honestly I used to get so stressed about every feeling I had but now I’m just living life

💛 - Who or what made you realize you were queer?

The short answer is Diana agron

Send me an emoji

#hattalove #asks #mutuals

[bibuddie]

15, 18, 38 💕

hi hi kris!!

15. favourite movie?

it's this nick cage film from 2009, called knowing. it's a sci-fi thriller with apocalyptic elements which is my favourite combo tbh <3333

18. most traumatic experience?

oh brother we're really in it now jkdsdkjksd. no but um, in all seriousness, probably being sat in that tiny relatives room at the hospital in feb 2020 with my brother on one side of me and my aunt on the other and being told there's nothing else they can do for my mum, and then having to make the decision to withdraw care (bc guess who her next of kin was?) TALK about trauma jesus.

38. my childhood career choice?

i wanted to be a doctor!! i wanted to work in either paediatrics or emergency medicine. my degree currently is medicine adjacent (it's in human biosciences) so who knows! maybe one day i'll go to med school!

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in the driveway with the engine running by hattalove (@hattalove)

Buddie | 8k | Teen

It’s a recent development, is the thing. Buck didn’t know to look for this; didn’t know to recognize it until Eddie was smiling about his breakfast date and it felt like the bottom was dropping out of the world. 

He didn’t know to look for it, and there’s not much he can do about it now. 

or, eddie goes on dates. buck spends his nights babysitting and waiting for him to come home.

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