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SMALL VICTORIES & LARGE DEFEATS
A little story about dating apps and Trader Joe's and friendships and Charles Bukowski and idiots and love and a 20lb cat named Snoopy.
archiveofourown.org/works/634513...
SMALL VICTORIES & LARGE DEFEATS
A little story about dating apps and Trader Joe's and friendships and Charles Bukowski and idiots and love and a 20lb cat named Snoopy.
archiveofourown.org/works/634513...
SIRI, CLEAR MY CALENDAR❗️❗️❗️
“Someone might be having a little bit of fun with me, I fear…” he says, his voice low.
Louis furrows his brow, opening his mouth to ask about the rest of the poem when Harry speaks again, a little breathless.
“Do you wanna have a little bit of fun with me?”
Louis furrows his brow, opening his mouth to ask about the rest of the poem when Harry speaks again, a little breathless.
“Do you wanna have a little bit of fun with me?”
March 4, 2025 at 7:13 AM
“Someone might be having a little bit of fun with me, I fear…” he says, his voice low.
Louis furrows his brow, opening his mouth to ask about the rest of the poem when Harry speaks again, a little breathless.
“Do you wanna have a little bit of fun with me?”
Louis furrows his brow, opening his mouth to ask about the rest of the poem when Harry speaks again, a little breathless.
“Do you wanna have a little bit of fun with me?”
“Come with me,” he says.
“That’s three times in less than an hour you’ve expected me to do that, Hazza, and I’m not sure I’m made of what you think I’m made of…”
Harry stops walking, trying to make sense of what Louis just said.
“That’s three times in less than an hour you’ve expected me to do that, Hazza, and I’m not sure I’m made of what you think I’m made of…”
Harry stops walking, trying to make sense of what Louis just said.
March 1, 2025 at 3:22 AM
“Come with me,” he says.
“That’s three times in less than an hour you’ve expected me to do that, Hazza, and I’m not sure I’m made of what you think I’m made of…”
Harry stops walking, trying to make sense of what Louis just said.
“That’s three times in less than an hour you’ve expected me to do that, Hazza, and I’m not sure I’m made of what you think I’m made of…”
Harry stops walking, trying to make sense of what Louis just said.
Niall:
THEN U CAN STROKE OTHER THINGS
WHO SAID THAT
Louis:
If i speak
Zayn:
I’m screaming
btw if it means free flights, i’ll also stroke if H shares I’m not shy.
Louis:
Yr screaming? IM screaming
Harry:
I’m laughing so hard I’m gonna be sick.
THEN U CAN STROKE OTHER THINGS
WHO SAID THAT
Louis:
If i speak
Zayn:
I’m screaming
btw if it means free flights, i’ll also stroke if H shares I’m not shy.
Louis:
Yr screaming? IM screaming
Harry:
I’m laughing so hard I’m gonna be sick.
March 1, 2025 at 2:02 AM
Niall:
THEN U CAN STROKE OTHER THINGS
WHO SAID THAT
Louis:
If i speak
Zayn:
I’m screaming
btw if it means free flights, i’ll also stroke if H shares I’m not shy.
Louis:
Yr screaming? IM screaming
Harry:
I’m laughing so hard I’m gonna be sick.
THEN U CAN STROKE OTHER THINGS
WHO SAID THAT
Louis:
If i speak
Zayn:
I’m screaming
btw if it means free flights, i’ll also stroke if H shares I’m not shy.
Louis:
Yr screaming? IM screaming
Harry:
I’m laughing so hard I’m gonna be sick.
March 1, 2025 at 1:10 AM
SIRI, CLEAR MY CALENDAR❗️❗️❗️
Ummmmmm... it's here!
SMALL VICTORIES & LARGE DEFEATS
A little story about dating apps and Trader Joe's and friendships and Charles Bukowski and idiots and love and a 20lb cat named Snoopy.
archiveofourown.org/works/634513...
SMALL VICTORIES & LARGE DEFEATS
A little story about dating apps and Trader Joe's and friendships and Charles Bukowski and idiots and love and a 20lb cat named Snoopy.
archiveofourown.org/works/634513...
February 28, 2025 at 2:58 PM
SIRI, CLEAR MY CALENDAR❗️❗️❗️
Louis turns in circles, making funny faces at Poppy as they come in, and he waits until his back is to the kitchen before he says it, loud enough to be heard over the running tap but not loud enough to be heard in the next room.
“We should get married.”
“We should get married.”
February 26, 2025 at 10:59 PM
Louis turns in circles, making funny faces at Poppy as they come in, and he waits until his back is to the kitchen before he says it, loud enough to be heard over the running tap but not loud enough to be heard in the next room.
“We should get married.”
“We should get married.”
why is harry so relatable?????
February 23, 2025 at 4:52 AM
why is harry so relatable?????
“A Mobly Ba-gare-us?!” Goldie mimics back, smiling knowingly, having caught on.
Harry bends down close to her as if he were about to tell her a secret. “A WEED!” he says, in a stage whisper.”
“No!” Louis protested. “What are you lot on about? I’m not a weed!”
Harry bends down close to her as if he were about to tell her a secret. “A WEED!” he says, in a stage whisper.”
“No!” Louis protested. “What are you lot on about? I’m not a weed!”
February 19, 2025 at 7:10 PM
“A Mobly Ba-gare-us?!” Goldie mimics back, smiling knowingly, having caught on.
Harry bends down close to her as if he were about to tell her a secret. “A WEED!” he says, in a stage whisper.”
“No!” Louis protested. “What are you lot on about? I’m not a weed!”
Harry bends down close to her as if he were about to tell her a secret. “A WEED!” he says, in a stage whisper.”
“No!” Louis protested. “What are you lot on about? I’m not a weed!”
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This is Can You Hear Me Calling Harry in the Canyon Moon offices, talking with Gem, Teacher Hallee, and Teacher Cy.
February 14, 2025 at 1:43 PM
This is Can You Hear Me Calling Harry in the Canyon Moon offices, talking with Gem, Teacher Hallee, and Teacher Cy.
omg i’m in love with them already 🫠
Ok, so it's actually called Small Victories & Large Defeats and it's somehow about dating apps and Trader Joe's and the chaos of your 20's and also Charles Bukowski (even though I kinda hate Charles Bukowski, it just... happened).
Not to sound like Louis, but it should be out "soon." Here's a bit?
Not to sound like Louis, but it should be out "soon." Here's a bit?
February 15, 2025 at 9:10 AM
omg i’m in love with them already 🫠
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Dear you,
Be a lover. Give love. Choose love. Love everyone, always.
Love, Me.
Be a lover. Give love. Choose love. Love everyone, always.
Love, Me.
February 14, 2025 at 6:31 PM
Dear you,
Be a lover. Give love. Choose love. Love everyone, always.
Love, Me.
Be a lover. Give love. Choose love. Love everyone, always.
Love, Me.
He looks up at the ceiling in thought. “Small. Courthouse. Just family. But there were, like, us three, and then like a dozen of Michael’s family.”
“Want to do it like that? At the courthouse?”
Harry shakes his head. “No. It smelled like pee.”
“Want to do it like that? At the courthouse?”
Harry shakes his head. “No. It smelled like pee.”
February 15, 2025 at 9:09 AM
He looks up at the ceiling in thought. “Small. Courthouse. Just family. But there were, like, us three, and then like a dozen of Michael’s family.”
“Want to do it like that? At the courthouse?”
Harry shakes his head. “No. It smelled like pee.”
“Want to do it like that? At the courthouse?”
Harry shakes his head. “No. It smelled like pee.”
CHAT WE ARE SO UP ‼️‼️‼️
It's got a real name, and it's halfway done, but I already know that it will forever be referred to as, "The Trader Joes Fic."
February 11, 2025 at 9:36 PM
CHAT WE ARE SO UP ‼️‼️‼️
“Louis,” Harry tries again. “You said we needed to talk–”
“I didn’t,” Louis looks down at his lap. “I asked if we could talk.”
Harry sighs. “Ok. We can. Here I am.”
“I didn’t,” Louis looks down at his lap. “I asked if we could talk.”
Harry sighs. “Ok. We can. Here I am.”
February 11, 2025 at 5:56 PM
“Louis,” Harry tries again. “You said we needed to talk–”
“I didn’t,” Louis looks down at his lap. “I asked if we could talk.”
Harry sighs. “Ok. We can. Here I am.”
“I didn’t,” Louis looks down at his lap. “I asked if we could talk.”
Harry sighs. “Ok. We can. Here I am.”
“Trousers off, then?”
Harry’s still halfway across the playground, utterly perplexed.
Until he sees Louis’ jeans fly out of the treehouse doorway.
Harry’s still halfway across the playground, utterly perplexed.
Until he sees Louis’ jeans fly out of the treehouse doorway.
February 8, 2025 at 4:01 PM
“Trousers off, then?”
Harry’s still halfway across the playground, utterly perplexed.
Until he sees Louis’ jeans fly out of the treehouse doorway.
Harry’s still halfway across the playground, utterly perplexed.
Until he sees Louis’ jeans fly out of the treehouse doorway.
With his other hand, he absentmindedly thumbs the new ring on his ring finger, draped over Louis’ shoulder.
“I can feel you doing that…”
“Don’t think I’ll ever stop doing it.”
“That’s why I got a bumpy one.”
“Thanks for thinking of me.”
“Don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking of you.”
“I can feel you doing that…”
“Don’t think I’ll ever stop doing it.”
“That’s why I got a bumpy one.”
“Thanks for thinking of me.”
“Don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking of you.”
February 5, 2025 at 3:53 PM
With his other hand, he absentmindedly thumbs the new ring on his ring finger, draped over Louis’ shoulder.
“I can feel you doing that…”
“Don’t think I’ll ever stop doing it.”
“That’s why I got a bumpy one.”
“Thanks for thinking of me.”
“Don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking of you.”
“I can feel you doing that…”
“Don’t think I’ll ever stop doing it.”
“That’s why I got a bumpy one.”
“Thanks for thinking of me.”
“Don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking of you.”
“He likes sparkly things. Last time, on his birthday, he wore a sparkly crown for a week.”
Something about this news feels familiar to Louis, but he can’t quite place it. He sits on her bed and tucks the covers around her sides tightly. “Did he, then?”
Something about this news feels familiar to Louis, but he can’t quite place it. He sits on her bed and tucks the covers around her sides tightly. “Did he, then?”
February 2, 2025 at 7:19 PM
“He likes sparkly things. Last time, on his birthday, he wore a sparkly crown for a week.”
Something about this news feels familiar to Louis, but he can’t quite place it. He sits on her bed and tucks the covers around her sides tightly. “Did he, then?”
Something about this news feels familiar to Louis, but he can’t quite place it. He sits on her bed and tucks the covers around her sides tightly. “Did he, then?”
uuuum.. hiii i’m back 😁
February 2, 2025 at 7:13 PM
uuuum.. hiii i’m back 😁
Harry freezes, still bent over. Louis rushes over, and by the time he’s next to him, Harry’s face is bright red. He apologizes over and over, while Louis takes notice of all the things that have fallen out of the bag:
January 27, 2025 at 10:05 PM
Harry freezes, still bent over. Louis rushes over, and by the time he’s next to him, Harry’s face is bright red. He apologizes over and over, while Louis takes notice of all the things that have fallen out of the bag:
my turn when??
January 27, 2025 at 4:11 AM
my turn when??
He brushes at the strands of hair that have already escaped her pigtails, trying to give her a grounding touch. “One of those purple motherfuckers,” he whispers back. “They hurt you, love.”
January 25, 2025 at 8:01 AM
He brushes at the strands of hair that have already escaped her pigtails, trying to give her a grounding touch. “One of those purple motherfuckers,” he whispers back. “They hurt you, love.”
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Wellllll... it's tomorrow somewhere.
To commemorate the day I finished All in the Golden Afternoon and sent it to my betas*, here's a tiny little drabble, set on a footie pitch, four years after the end of Can You Hear Me Calling? And yes, that is the title.
archiveofourown.org/works/62486992
To commemorate the day I finished All in the Golden Afternoon and sent it to my betas*, here's a tiny little drabble, set on a footie pitch, four years after the end of Can You Hear Me Calling? And yes, that is the title.
archiveofourown.org/works/62486992
January 25, 2025 at 7:22 AM
Wellllll... it's tomorrow somewhere.
To commemorate the day I finished All in the Golden Afternoon and sent it to my betas*, here's a tiny little drabble, set on a footie pitch, four years after the end of Can You Hear Me Calling? And yes, that is the title.
archiveofourown.org/works/62486992
To commemorate the day I finished All in the Golden Afternoon and sent it to my betas*, here's a tiny little drabble, set on a footie pitch, four years after the end of Can You Hear Me Calling? And yes, that is the title.
archiveofourown.org/works/62486992
OH WE ARE UP BLUESKY
January 25, 2025 at 7:51 AM
OH WE ARE UP BLUESKY
“Are you taking our Harry out to celebrate the anniversary of the day you met?”
To her left side, Louis’ face falls into a frown, and to her right, Harry literally jumps into the air a little, his eyes lit up with glee.
“I hate you,” Louis mutters, just loud enough for Gemma to hear.
To her left side, Louis’ face falls into a frown, and to her right, Harry literally jumps into the air a little, his eyes lit up with glee.
“I hate you,” Louis mutters, just loud enough for Gemma to hear.
January 23, 2025 at 10:29 PM
“Are you taking our Harry out to celebrate the anniversary of the day you met?”
To her left side, Louis’ face falls into a frown, and to her right, Harry literally jumps into the air a little, his eyes lit up with glee.
“I hate you,” Louis mutters, just loud enough for Gemma to hear.
To her left side, Louis’ face falls into a frown, and to her right, Harry literally jumps into the air a little, his eyes lit up with glee.
“I hate you,” Louis mutters, just loud enough for Gemma to hear.
“Oi, mate!” He blurts out, surprised, as he feels a pair of hands firmly grip his shoulders, steadying him, holding so tightly it’s really all he can think about. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, dunno where my head is at…”
January 22, 2025 at 8:58 AM
“Oi, mate!” He blurts out, surprised, as he feels a pair of hands firmly grip his shoulders, steadying him, holding so tightly it’s really all he can think about. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, dunno where my head is at…”