“It was an idea I had, I think, when I was flying from L.A. to somewhere. I thought it would be nice to lose our identities, to submerge ourselves in the persona of a fake group. We would make up all the culture around it and collect all our heroes in one place. So I thought, A typical stupid-sounding name for a Dr. Hook’s Medicine Show and Traveling Circus kind of thing would be ‘Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.’ Just a word game, really.”
genre/warnings: fluff/romance/smut, flangst, adorkableness, use of non-penetrative sex toys, (not so) dry humping
feat: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, Joshua, Jeonghan + various
prompts: roommate!Vernon, silliness, cuddles, mac n’cheese = love
(a/n) my birthday project for my muse. thank you for everything vern:) and kisses for @vernkn who gifed my soft sweater vernon aesthetic. enjoy!
She loved Joshua Hong.
When she was so graciously offered to live in her aunt’s vacation penthouse close to her university of choice, the only catch was that she had to pay some of the bills. Completely fair, because it was a kind enough gesture to give away a freshly furnished space to a niece you barely talked to. Luckily, there was enough room for another guest, enough to split the rent.
So in comes the savior of her life, brother from another mother, Joshua Hong, decked out in sandy beige Sperry’s and ironed white jeans. Fresh from South California, he wore their sunshine on his smile, and their attitude in his Cheshire eyes. He was attending the same university as well, and was conveniently looking for a means to stay. Needless to say, she pounced on him at orientation before he could ask anyone else.
AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis’ new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.) (24k - a fave)
Hello my dearest firiend. I have a special request for you, and knowing you I think you're going to love it. How about Harry's album tracklist as Larry fics we should read? How fun. A.
Wow, it was really harder than what I though It would be !
- Meet Me In The Hallway :
Sun-kissed Hurricane, Perfect Storm::Harry is the quiet kid in the back of his statistics class who
writes a lot and dreams about Louis’ cheekbones . Louis needs a
statistics tutor ASAP before he flunks and the quiet kid in the back of
the class seems like a good choice. Harry wants to help Louis however he
can and Louis wants to see how much he can make Harry blush. (7k)
- Sign Of The Times :
things have gotten closer to the sun :it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it
almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s
screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.when a solar flare is
announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the
people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand. (49k, read the tags/notes before)
- Carolina :
The Sound of Your Voice From Far Away It’d be perfect, he convinces himself. Things with Lou are –
well. They’re the way they are, and there’s no point dwelling on why
it’s got that way. But he thinks this would help – not fix them,
because they’re not broken. They don’t need to be put back together, they’re just. Out of sync, maybe. It would help.
He thinks it would, anyway, if they could just be the two of them
again, to be alone together with no outside influences pressing
claustrophobically in on them, just for a bit. And driving down an empty
highway with nothing else but Louis beside him is the best way to do
that that he can imagine.Or, after the U.S. leg of the Take
Me Home tour, Harry and Louis drive from L.A. to NYC. They figure some
things out, like how to deal with the distance that’s been growing
between them. (39k)
-Two Ghosts :
Something Strange : (…) Or, Harry and Louis are ghosts who are intent on making Liam suffer. (7k)
- Sweet Creature :
Or: Louis lives in a small, desert town in the middle of nowhere Texas,
yet a strange visitor manages to find Louis among the stars.
- Only Angel :
Cupid’s Chokehold : Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn’t work out as planned.
- Kiwi :
sans the surface: harry likes beautiful things; louis is starshine. new zealand isn’t so bad. a fwb! and ski trip!au "each
trip harry goes on teaches him to behold beauty more carefully, and he
thinks that’s why he’s struggling so much; his eyes can’t decide whether
he wants to look at the town outside his window or the boy pressed too
close to him in the tight seating of the car. he feels like this problem
might become reoccurring, and he’s glad that along with beholding
beauty he can also tell when he’s completely fucked. ” (31k)
- Ever Since New-York :
These Constant Stars
: Louis’ career has nowhere to go but up. He’s living at the height of
New York City on the precipice of an epic promotion. Life is good and
only getting better. And then one day, things turn disastrous.This is a story about life, death, and punk rockers turned guardian angels. (31k)
- Woman :
Harry’s speechless. Apollo’s just revealed he has a thing for
himself specifically, and it’s the most connected to his Greek mythology
class that he’s ever felt. How does one react when gods reveal such a
thing? Do they bow? Do they flirt back? Do they just drop to their knees
in awe? He’s not sure, but he can only do his best with what he’s
given, which is currently a wet, blushing, naked boy gripping his towel
with all his might while poetically side-eyeing Harry’s next move. or
(Gemma brings Louis home for Thanksgiving, and Hot Harry is the last
thing he expected.)
- From The Dining Table :
all the lights are full of colour: (…) 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. (26k)
I am convinced only niggas from California are delusional about black women and how they are treated. Maybe if they take their rose-colored glasses off for a second, they’d realize colorism is alive and well. They always swear “Beauty comes in all shades and sizes! No colorism here! We love our brown and chocolate sistas!” Meanwhile colorist casting agencies and modeling gigs come from L.A. I can never fully respect West Coast hip-hop culture for this exact reason. They got a black woman problem, dark skin problem, and their music is filled with rape culture sentiments about us. And it’s always 90% L.A. niggas and bitches who believe colorism is a myth. It’s not that they’re denying it, it’s that they simply believe all black women are equal in their eyes. This “colorblind” mentality they have about black women is problematic. A lot of them simply just pretend it’s not real so they can keep disenfranchising us. They want to discriminate against dark-skinned and even monoracial black women in peace. Face it, the South may be fucked up with their colorism, but at least most of us and our families don’t deny it’s a thing. A lot of us may just think it “goes both ways,” but discrimination and misogynoir against dark-skinned black women isn’t outright denied like it is in the West Coast. Y’all got a problem, and it needs to end.
Three weeks into shooting for The Danish Girl, Redmayne flew to L.A. from London. The next evening, around 5:00 a.m. British time, he clambered onto the stage of the Dolby Theater in a midnight-blue Alexander McQueen tuxedo to accept the Oscar for Best Actor from Cate Blanchett. “I will promise you I will look after him!” he said of the trophy in a breathless baritone, half Alec Guinness, half Bob Cratchit. On Monday, he touched down back in London and went directly from the airport to the studio. “We had some decorations on his trailer,” Vikander says. “He went straight to the set and just did this killer scene. I was so amazed about how he was able to close everything off and get tunnel vision and go right back to his part in the way he did. He’s all about the work, that guy.”
Vogue, October 2015 (x) — Eddie dressed as Einar Wegener with Oscar in his trailer
After your heated argument earlier on this morning, you were sure that a little time away and a cuddle tonight would make everything better. No. You’d made Harry some extra nice dinner that you knew he’d love. You brought it up to his studio where you knocked on the door and had no answer. You called his name and you were ignored. You opened the door to find him watching TV. “Didn’t fancy watching TV downstairs?” You asked. Ignored. “H, I brought you up some dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs, your favorite.” You smiled placing a kiss on his head. Ignored and shrugged away with the kiss you so generously gave. “H, are you still mad? I said I’m sorry.” You spoke. He simply lifted the Sky button and flicked through the channels. You put the plate on the coffee table and sat next to Harry. You wrapped your arms around Harry and tried to pull him close, he shrugged you off. “Harry! Please!” You pleaded. You were still ignored. “Silent treatment? Really? Harry really your being that silly about it?” You groaned. His eyes glued to the TV. “I can’t believe you H” You sighed.
Feeling a little shitty about yourself you got yourself a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs and went and ran yourself a bath. Bubbles filled to the top and a few candles loitering and your favorite jazz playlist going, you felt a little more happier. But you craved a word from your boyfriend. It was a silly argument, the lack of you being together and his stress caused it. You prayed that he’d come talk to you before you went to bed, but you had a hard time believing that it would actually happen. You and Harry were normally so happy but the stress of the album was beginning to take a toll on his health. Bringing this up wasn’t a happy topic for your both. You ate another meatball the door opened to the bathroom. There stood your boyfriend. A bowl of what you presumed was the one you gave to him earlier. He gave you a soft smile as he cheeks reddened. He sat down on the floor head against the tub. “I’m a dickhead.” He muttered. You sighed and a small smile graced your lips. “Sometimes.” You replied. You placed your bowl on the side and ruffled your hand through Harry’s hair. “I love you pet” Harry said. “I’m sorry” you smiled. “It’s okay, I’m just worried about you sweets. If this album is taking a toll on your mental health then you need to calm it. You’ll drive yourself insane. You can’t be doing that.” You said. “Can I get in?” He asked. You nodded. He stripped himself of his grey joggers, sports top and boxers. “Squidge” He muttered. You moved forward in the tub and he stepped in and you leant against him. “Love you petal, I really do” He smiled pressing a kiss to your neck. “H, I seriously think you need a break.” You said. “I think I need to get away from London and L.A.” He spoke. “Like a holiday?” You asked. “Like a holiday.” he stated. “Maybe like just chilling and writing in a different environment.” He said. “For a week?” You asked. “No, maybe just until I’m ready to come home, won’t be for too long though.” You frowned. “H, I don’t think I can go that long without seeing you, I need you here with me, I know that selfish but, we are barely talking much now, let alone what will happen if your not even in the country!” You exclaimed. “No, pet, I’d want you to come with me petal, we can chill for the days by the pool, have some good old food and a good tan to us.” He smiled. “So somewhere hot?” You asked. “Jamaica maybe?” He asked. “I’d love that!!” You smiled.
SHALL I DO KIND OF A HARRY WRITING IN JAMAICA WITH THE MISSUS?!?!?!
“When I moved to L.A., away from New York, it was so many things changing all at once. So it was a big adjustment. I moved homes, I switched jobs, I moved cities….and it was really good. It was like a complete overhaul. I had been in New York for six years straight, and before that, for three years, and I felt like I really wanted to live in L.A. and experience that.” Leighton Meester for WWD.
You felt exhausted staying in tis building all night finishing work that’s been put off for weeks. It was only you and your boss in the office tonight, besides the janitors and security.
Skimming over the last of the document, you signed your initials on the bottom page bottom page placing it with the rest of the papers you’ve been signing for the past two hours.
You walk over with the stack over the Mr. Hemmings office which was a couple doors down. You press your back against the glass pane doors stepping into his office. Mr. Hemmings was slouched in his lounge chair with heavy eyes, relaxed hair, and his black tie undone.
“I’m done with this, you just have to approve.” setting the documents next to his computer. Mr Hemmings nods, leaning forward as he flips through the papers sighing at the amount of effort.
You awkwardly stood watching him stand from his chair overlooking the grand view of the East side of L.A. from the top floor. He shoves his hands into his pockets walking towards you, passing by you to leave.
“I’ll see you Wednesday y/n.” running his fingers through the ends of your hair down to your lower back, nearly going down further but stopped.
What you and Hemmings have is just mutual business partners. You barely knew him, he was a good boss. He kept everything strictly about business with you, but you knew it wasnt the case. Hemmings would go out of his way to be with you as much as possible.
“Goodnight Luke.” you whisper, walking opposite directions to your office. You organized a bit before leaving for the night. Bent over from under the desk you grab your purse, bumping back into Luke as you stood up he held your from behind making you nearly scream.
“Sorry to scared you.” he snickers.
“I-didnt know you were here.” you stutter embarrassingly. “Is there something you need sir?”
Luke hums resting his head on your shoulder, pepper kissing the side of your neck wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. You push away realizing what he was trying to do and how wrong this was to do this. “No-Luke.”
He nearly moans, “Please, I need you. I always did.”
You stood for a couple seconds shocked to what he just admitted, “We cant do this, ever.”
Luke’s face flushed red in anger and embarrassment. “Why? Because it’s ‘unprofessional.’ ”he snaps.
“Because I’m already seeing someone!”
The room fell quiet, Luke glanced down at the floor hiding his expression. You wanted to say something to him, anything to at least cheer him up.
“See you Wednesday y/n.” he mumbles walking back to his office he shuts the door staring at the amount of paper work that was on his desk.
Something was off about Luke when you came in, he was taking his anger out on everyone. If someone didnt do a simple thing right he would yell at them in front of everyone, threatening to fire them and he watched over everyone making sure they were doing their job.
The room suddenly fell quiet as soon as Luke stomped in the break room while everyone was there eating lunch, people avoided his gaze in fear of getting yelled at again. He grabs his drink from the fridge glaring at you. “In my office, now.” you look around everyone else seeing if he was talking about you.
“You y/n, in my office.” he points out, coworkers gave a worried look, hoping it wasnt serious.
You follow behind Luke to his office letting you go in first, he slams the door shut causing you to wince and watching him closes the blinds from the glass windows so that no one could see into his space.
“Sir-I-” needing to explain but he interrupts telling you to be quiet. You mumble ‘sorry’ as Mr. Hemmings walks towards you. His tall figure ghosting over you holding your side.
“Seriously-dont.” you push back, “Why am I here.”
“Because I need you and I wont take no for an answer.” he implies walking away from you to grab something from his desk.
“And you think I’m going to consider saying yes?” you scoff, crossing your arms.
He playfully rolls his eyes thinking of reasons, tapping at his desk. “Well for one, I’m more successful, richer than your boyfriend. Maybe even more handsome.”
“You really think I care about that?” laughing at his cockiness, his face burns red with his fist balled. “My answer is still no.”
“Okay.” Luke taunted, “Fine. I’ll make you choose.”
You watch Luke as he walks around his desk, leaning against it, causally fixing his suit. “I’ll give you an option. One, you break up with Logan and come live with me.”
Your mouth fell open knowing Luke knows his name. “How-”
“Two.” he interrupts. “ I kill Logan so you have to be with me. Or three, if you still dont want to be with me after I kill him. I will just kill you, or maybe take you in myself.”
“I doubt you will do something like that.” you nod not believing any of this.
Luke shrugs reaching from behind him, “Have it your way.” placing a small silver handgun next to him. You immediately scream into your hands running for the door but Luke catches you, making you face him. The gun pointing right above your belly button he whispers in your ear, “Oh, and if you decide to tell anyone about this, I will kill you.”
The gun clicks as his finger barely pulls on the trigger, “You have three days.”
You begin crying and shaking thinking you were going to die. Luke puts away the gun in his side jean, wiping the tears away, kissing your cheek.
“You should go back to work. Tell me when you decide.” He lets you out of his office innocently smiling as he holds the door. You hesitantly walk back to your desk, unable to comprehend anything.
She cant wrap the fact that her parents are gone around her head. When she got the news, she dropped everything. Every single feeling she should have been feeling, she wasn’t feeling.
She felt numb.
Her uncle flew from New York to L.A to be with her and take care of her. She was the only child after all.
He was worried about her though.
It’s been a month and all she’s done is take showers and brush her teeth, then crawl back into bed and stare at her wall. She would decline the food and drink her uncle would offer by pushing the tray away or throwing away the food.
Her friend came by during that month.
“How is she?” She heard her friend ask her uncle. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see anyone or anyone to see her.
All she wanted was her parents.
“Hey,” she heard her friend say softly, like if he spoke any louder, she’ll break. “C'mon babe, you have to eat. "When he didn’t get a response, he sighed. "At least drink some water for me. ”
“We’re all worried about you,” he hesitated before saying, “Harry’s been asking me about you. ”
Harry and Y/N go way back since sixth grade. Been friends for a year before they decided to try the relationship thing in seventh grade. They were doing great, held hands and hugged in middle school, kissed in high school. They lasted for six years before they broke things off during their senior year all because Carly, captain of the cheerleading team decided to kiss him in front of her and Harry not doing anything about it.
They also broke up because they were arguing more than they were talking and being all lovey Dovey like they used to before their relationship went downhill.
He still didn’t get a response or a head movement, nothing.
Before he could say anything else, the main entrance door slammed open against the wall and rapid footsteps were running up the stairs before a breathless Harry appeared on the door.
He looked at her uncle and started talking to him. “How is she?”
“She won’t eat, Harry. She’s unhealthy and unresponsive. She’s getting skinnier and paler and I’m worried sick. She hasn’t even shed a tear. "Her uncle exclaimed in a whisper.
Harry looked at the girl he loves and his heart broke into little little pieces. He was there when her cousin died three years ago and it wasn’t as bad as it is now. Yeah she cried a lot when her cousin died and didn’t speak to anyone for three days, but this was different. Her parents died.
"Can I..,” he cleared his throat and blinked the tears away. “Can I have a few minutes alone with her?” He asked her friend and uncle.
They both nodded and pressed a kiss to her temple and cheek before leaving the room, closing the door behind them.
Harry took off his shoes before crawling in behind her and wrapping his arms around her. He pressed a few kisses to the back of her neck before resting his cheek on her shoulder. She grabbed his hand that was wrapped around her chest and squeezed it before the first sob came out.
And then tears and gasps and more sobs.
He pulled her closer to him if that was possible and pressed more kisses to her neck and shoulder.
“I’m right here, baby. ’M right here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay here with you for as long as you need me to. ”
He cried with her and held her.
When her crying stopped and her breathing was back to normal, she turned around in his grasp and buried her face into his neck. He laid on his back and brought her on top of him so they could be more comfortable before she started speaking.
“The last thing I told them was that I hated them. "She whispered, a whimper escaping her lips. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and he pressed a hand to the back of her head, pressing a kiss to her temple. "They wouldn’t let me go to the college I wanted to go to so I told them I hated them. ”
“Oh, love,” he sighed, pressing another kiss to her temple. “I’m sure they know you didn’t mean it. They know that you love ‘em. ”
She shuffled and looked up at him with wide eyes and a pout. “Please stay with me. "She whispered.
He smiled and looked down at her and pressed a kiss to her nose. "Always stay with you no matter what, yeah? I love you,” he whispered.
She pushed herself up with her hands that rested on either side of Harry’s head and smiled down at him- a genuine smile. “I love you too. ’M sorry about Carly and how much of a h-”
“Sh,"he chuckled, "lets talk about that another time. Right now though,” he groaned when he rolled them over. He got of the bed and helped her off the bed. “We’re gonna go on a walk and then we’re gonna go eat some really juicy delicious hamburgers, yeah?”
Her smile faded and the blank look came back. She let go of Harry’s hands and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I do.. I don’t want to go anywhere, Harry. I’m not that hungry anyway. "She muttered, starting to crawl under the covers.
But he wouldn’t have that. He pulled the covers off of the bed and chucked them on the other side of the room.
“I’m not going to let you starve yourself. ”
“Yes you are! You’re skinny as a twig!”
“Does it make you love me less?”
“Wha…love, I’m just worried about you.”
She scoffed. “Great, the one person who I thought wouldn’t pity me, pities me. ”
“I never said anything about pitying you! My god…”
“Well, come back to me when your parents die and see if you want me to pity you!”
“Love, please just… can you at least come downstairs so you can eat?”
“I can’t harry. I just can’t. "She whispered, tears clouding her vision.
He sighed and sat next to her and grabbed her hand. "Why not?”
She looked at him. “Anywhere I go in this house, it’ll remind me of my parents. I don’t want to see them in pictures. I want them back, Harry. It’s been a month and I thought I’d get better, but I’m not. I.. I miss them. It’s like,” she clutched her chest and gasped for air. “It’s like part of me left. I didn’t think that the last time I saw them would be the last time cause you never think the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t. ”
He brought her temple to his lips and pressed a hard kiss, letting a few tears slip down his cheeks.
“I don’t want to feel this way anymore, Harry. Please take the pain away, just make it stop. Please. "She sobbed, clutching her chest.
He let out a sob and closed his eyes tightly. "I would in a millisecond, Y/N. ” he whispered against her temple. “But I can’t and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I can’t take away your pain. ”
Suddenly, she stood up and walked out of her room and down the stairs where her friend and uncle were. She walked past them and to the small hallway where there are family pictures before taking one of the wall and letting out a small sob before smashing it to the floor.
And she continued to do that until she reached the photos that were by the stairs. She lifted one up, but an arm stopped her and pried it out of her hands.
“Stop, don’t do that. "He whispered.
"The family in those pictures don’t exist anymore, Harry. It’s gone. They’re gone. I lost everything that mattered to me! I lost my cousin, I lost you and now my parents! They’re gone!”
He’s never seen her so..damaged and fragile and he wishes he could do something, but he can’t. All he can do is hold her until she’s calmed down and fell asleep in his arms.
He carried her to her room and laid her down before crawling in with her. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her.
“I’m right here. Not going anywhere. Didn’t lose me. ”
“Please don’t leave,” he heard her mumble tiredly. He grabbed her hand and brought it up his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.