#girl direction fic

[hlplease]

give yourself a hand, girl. by warmcuppatea

“I’m not sure that I can.” Louise shrugged, sinking into her chair.

“Can?”

“Can.”

“What?”

“Come.”

“Can come?”

“Yes, well, no.”

“No?!”

“Yes, no. Can we stop this weird word thing?”

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Louise hasn't had an orgasm and thinks her clit is broken. Harry's determined to prove her wrong.

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[homosociallyyours]

Baby I Can Love You Better

35K E Larry A Girl Direction fic by @homosociallyyours with art by @haztobegood

Harry is relatively new to the lively queer two-step dancing community in the Bay Area, brought in by her friend Niall. When she sees Niall's friend Louis across the dance floor, she's instantly smitten. It's possible that Louis might be taken, but Harry is happy enough to keep their relationship friendly-- Louis is a great dancer, and seems to love teaching Harry new moves, and Harry can definitely use a friend.

But sometimes chemistry can't be denied, and with the way Louis leads her so naturally, Harry would follow her anywhere, especially into love.

Part of the @girldirectionfest 2024 Fic Fest!

Please check out all the fics in the collection :)

[disgruntledkittenface]

When Harry Met Louis

by @disgruntledkittenface for @girldirectionfest

The first time Harry and Louis met, they hated each other. The second time they met, Louis didn’t even remember Harry. The third time they met, they became friends. They were friends for a long time. And then they weren’t.

Girl Direction | Mature | 45k

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[parmahamlarrie]

Welcome back to another post for the directory of fic recs on my blog! If you would like a specific theme or trope, let me know! As always, these are all fics I have read and loved, not all the fics out there. You can find more Girl Direction fics here! **This post will be updated as I have more fics in this theme to recommend!**

Tell Them We’re Like Magnets || @nobodymoves || 31.3k   Girl Direction, College!AU, Friends to Lovers, Oblivious Idiots

Dancing on the kitchen tiles (it’s all about you) || hopelesswriter || 30k Girl Direction, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Pregnant Harry

daydream about me || louistomlinsons || 21.5k  Girl Direction, Famous/Famous, Fluff, Coming Out (sorta), Idiots to Lovers

Read Me Like a Book || @1diamondinthesun || 21.5k Girl Direction, Librarian Harry, Writer Louis, Pining

darling, I’ll take care of you || @louly23 || 20.3k  Girl Direction, Famous/Famous, KidFic

Lesbian!Alpha Series || @bottomlinsons || 20.1k Omegaverse, Girl!Direction, Alpha x Alpha, Meet Cute (sorta), Ruts

Knew It As Soon As I Felt It || fondlyrainbows || 20k  Girl Direction, Lesbians, College AU, Getting Together, Fluff and Smut

pink like the paradise found || @disgruntledkittenface || 18.4k  Girl Direction, Fluff/Smut

‘tis the damn season || @louandhazaf || 17.9k Girl Direction, Christmas, Long Distance, Coming Home

The Sorority AU Series || louistomlinsons || 14.7k  Girl Direction, Sorority AU, Fluff and Humor

when half spent was the night || @juliusschmidt || 14.7k Girl Direction, Pregnancy

Don't Have to Be Good to Be My Girl || @homosociallyyours || 12.8k Girl Direction, Daddy Kink, Kink Negotiation

Tease You, Please You || @homosociallyyours || 12.5k Girl Direction, Famous/Non Famous, Boss/Employee (kinda), Friends to Lovers

Bluer than velvet were her eyes (softer than satin were her thighs) || @thebreadvansstuff || 12.3k Girl Direction, Fashion Designer Harry, Model Louis, Strangers to Friends to Lovers

Bambi Legs || @disgruntledkittenface || 11.5k Girl Direction, Fluff, Coming Out, First date

Only You (Blue Always Stays True) || @justanotherghostblr || 11k Regency, Girl Direction, Omegaverse, Friends to Lovers

I Want All Your Saturday Nights || @homosociallyyours || 10.8k  Girl Direction, Famous Louis, SNL Cast Member Harry

It’s Been So Long || @littleroverlouis|| 10.6k Girl Direction, Exes to Lovers, Older Harry and Louis

Let Mummy Take Care of You, Baby Girl || orphan_account || 10.1k Girl Direction, Age Difference, Mummy Kink, PWP

I'll drive and you just lay back || @alwaysxlarrie || 10k Girl Direction, Established Relationship, Watching Porn Together

Undo This Privacy || little_obelia || 9.5k Girl Direction, Established Relationship, Watersports, Fluff

When Louis Met Harry Series || @berzerkshires || 9.3k Girl Direction, Weddings, Porn with Plot

lend me your thoughts || HappyPrincess || 9k   Girl Direction, Some degree of Hurt/Comfort, Mostly PWP

Set It Up, Spin Me Round || @becomeawendybird || 8.9k Girl Directions, Masquerades, Dom/Sub

You’re Invited || QuickedWeen || 8.5k Christmas Party, Girl Direction, Meet-Cute, Dating Apps

Got Me an Appetite || zedi || 8.1k Omegaverse, Girl Direction, Omega x Omega

bright lights (she’s fading) || @loveloveolivia || 8k PWP, Girl Direction, College AU

Paint My Kiss Across Your Chest || @larrysballetslippers || 6.9k Girl Direction, Religion, Daddy Kink, Strap On

you were right in front of me || @non-binharry || 6.9k Girl Direction, Service Top Harry, Vacation

Painted On Jeans || @becomeawendybird || 6.8k Girl Direction, Greek Life, Friends to Lovers, Nipple Piercings

Gotta Get (Me) Out of My Head || @parmahamlarrie || 5.8k Girl Direction, PWP, Established Relationship, Collars

Tremor: Sweet Everything || @littleohs || 5.2k ** Girl Direction, Omegaverse, BDSM, Established Relationship

I Just Wanna Get to Know Ya || @parmahamlarrie || 5.1k ** Girl Direction, Established Relationship (sort of), Lack of Communication, Sex Worker Harry

Under My Umbrella || @lululawrence || 5k  Girl Direction, Famous/Non Famous

Quiet Afternoon Crush / Violent Overnight Rush || harrys || 4.9k Girl Direction, Friends with Benefits, Halloween, Unresolved Feelings

Trenigh: Sweet Nothing || @littleohs || 4.9k Omegaverse, Girl Direction, Non-Traditional Omegaverse Dynamics, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Dom/Sub, Established Relationship

reckless serenade || thepolourryexpress || 4.4k Girl Direction, College AU, Valentine's Day, Established Relationship

Barefoot Bubbly || @berzerkshires || 4.1k Girl Direction, Strangers to Loves, Older Louis, Drinking Games

Wouldn’t Have it Any Other Way || @parmahamlarrie || 4k Girl Direction, Established Relationship, Car sex, PwP

To Sleep, Perchance to Ream || @uhoh-but-yeah-alright || 3.9k Girl Direction, Established Relationship, Somnophilia

just be mine || elusivedays || 3.7k  Girl Direction, Jealous Louis, Bisexual Harry, Humor

I'd Choose You Over Sleep || @homosociallyyours || 2.1k Girl Direction, Fluff, New Relationship, Established Relationship

[the-voldsoy]

it would be SO fun if at the next season finale when whichever characters are still alive are fighting the next Big Bad, Sam pops back through the portal at Hilltop Road (after months of silence and being assumed dead) and casually deals with it. And then the next season is just about whatever Sam and the Archivist were up to in the other dimension.

[littleohs]

tremor: sweet everything

“It's not time to sleep yet, alpha. I'm not done yet.”

Harry quickly wiped her hand on a corner of the sheet before holding Louis' face with both hands, forcing her to look at her. The alpha was exhausted, her lips half open and her skin damp with sweat, but still, her eyes shone with a devotion that only fueled Harry's arousal.

"You've got more to give me, babe,” Harry murmured, her tone low but full of authority, her thumbs traced slow circles over Louis' flushed cheeks. “I know you can, can't you?”

or, the second part of trenigh.

main pairing: harry styles/louis tomlinson

rating: mature

status: complete

word count: 5,2k

main tags: omega harry, alpha louis, domme harry/sub louis, fem larry! aftercare, bdsm scene

Louis took a small sip, her eyes never leaving Harry's, as if she was making sure the omega wouldn't leave again. When she finished, Harry set the glass aside and began feeding Louis small pieces of fruit, holding them close to her lips until the alpha finally accepted them. Louis didn't speak during the entire process, she simply stayed glued to Harry, seeking her touch at every opportunity. "You're so cuddly when you're tired,” Harry commented with a soft laugh, kissing Louis' cheek before offering her another bite. Louis let out a small sound of approval, snuggling closer to the omega as she continued to attend to her with infinite patience.

part of the @girldirectionfest this year!

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[nyxi-pixie]

it is immensely funny to me that the beast afterword is just like. an endorsement of fanfiction.

like i know people talk abt asgr saying theres a universe where skk joined the ada tgthr but like. its a fanfiction prompt. bro gave us fic prompts😭😭😭😭

'what do i want you to think after reading this novel' and his answer is MAKE SO MANY AUS. also why is one of the ideas 'what if the ada was broke' like?? major plot point: they do unpaid overtime together

[harrrystyles-writing]

Oiii amo sua escrita!!

Queria tanto um concept que ela está de tpm e eles estão sozinhos em casa, quero a referência 5 🥰

Frase:"Sorvete? um filme? abraços? o que você quer? Diga qualquer coisa."

NotaAutora: Muito obrigada pelo pedido amor espero que goste 💗 Olha eu voltando com os clichês aí aí Sorry kkkkk

Aviso: Clichê, fofura.

🌹Masterlist🌹

Harry Concept #23

Você estava jogada no sofá, com um cobertor felpudo enrolada em torno de si, neste mês a temida TPM havia resolvido vir com força, tudo parecia estar contra você. – A luz entrando pela janela, o barulho distante da rua, até mesmo a própria existência parecia irrita-lá.

A televisão estava ligada em um programa qualquer, pois com a dor era difícil se concentrar em algo. Seus olhos desviaram-se da tela assim que Harry, seu namorado entrou devagar, observando-a com atenção. Ele sabia que algo estava errado só pelo jeito como estava encolhida em seu cobertor com olhos lacrimejantes.Harry Aproximou-se e sentou-se ao seu lado, sua presença já trazia um pouco de alívio.

— Oi, como você está, amor? — perguntou, a voz carregada de preocupação.

— Eu me sinto péssima... — disse, frustrada — Tudo está me irritando hoje, e eu nem sei por quê.

Harry nem hesitou; puxou-a para mais perto, envolvendo-a em um abraço aconchegante.

— Eu sei, amor. Esses dias são difíceis, mas você não precisa passar por isso sozinha — ele disse, beijando o topo da cabeça dela. — Eu estou aqui.

— Eu só quero que isso passe logo — sussurrou.

Harry a segurou em seus braços por longos minutos, como se pudesse afastar todas as sensações ruins com seu carinho.

— Baby? — disse ele, afastando-se um pouco.

— Sim? — resmungou.

— Sorvete? Um filme? Abraços? O que você quer? Diga qualquer coisa — ofereceu, a voz cheia de paciência e amor.

— Tudo isso soa bem — respondeu, tentando sorrir através das lágrimas.

— Então vamos começar com um pouco de tudo. Primeiro, vou pegar o sorvete. Depois, a gente escolhe um filme e... muitos abraços — disse ele, levantando-se.

Você o observou sair, o coração um pouco mais leve. Harry Styles podia ser muitas coisas, mas um namorado ruim, nunca. Ele era gentil e amável, e talvez por isso você se apaixonou tão rápido por ele.

Minutos depois, ele voltou com uma tigela de sorvete de chocolate e a estendeu para você, sentando-se ao seu lado novamente.

— Chocolate, o remédio perfeito — disse ele, com um sorriso carinhoso.

— Você é o melhor — murmurou, sentindo-se grata por tê-lo ao seu lado.

— Só quero que você se sinta melhor, amor. Estou aqui para tudo, sempre — ele a puxou de volta para seus braços, segurando-a como se nunca fosse soltar.

E com o sorvete na mão, o filme começando, e o calor do abraço dele, você sentiu que, apesar da TPM e do seu dia terrível, tudo ia ficar bem.

Muito obrigado pela leitura! Se você gostou, por favor, considere deixar algum feedback, opinião, sugestão, idea AQUI isso significa muito para mim.💕

Taglist: @little-big-fan @say-narry @umadirectioner @harry-sofrida @lanavelstommo

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[tunastime]

Sunset in the Heart of that Green Valley

started drumming up an au accidentally with some input from the mutuals beloved. told myself it wasn't going anywhere but this so I had to stick as much as I could into just. this. I SWEAR. < lying

Bdubs can't remember a part of his life without Etho--no matter the shape or profession, the danger or lackthereof. It was always Etho, and himself, and this wild, wasted world. Or, Bdubs watches his cows on the farm. Etho joins him on his horseback ride around the perimeter fence.

(4111 words)

It's a long, slow ride a mile from the wire fence and sparse tree line that borders the ranch. It's nothing but cool wind and wiregrass for miles, soft green and brown as the spring starts to roll in. Soon enough the field will be full of baby calves and their healthy mamas, big brown eyes and full stomachs. Horses too—lots of 'em, kind natured but tough, enough to fight you but not enough to bite the hand that feeds 'em. He'll be able to lift a foal into his arms to stand it upright and watch its mother nose his armpit and look at him with those soft brown eyes. For now, BdoubleO takes that long ride along the border, listening to cicadas sing in the trees. That's not the only thing singing though. Besides the breathing of his horse beneath him and the cattle dog that runs ahead, is the soft, mellow voice of his partner, Etho, humming indistinctly. 

He has his head turned toward the tree line, eyes scanning listlessly for any sign of movement. Just a couple of weeks ago, they lost a handful of chickens to a fox, a thing neither of them could stand to kill even as they went looking for it. From where he rides next to him, Bdubs can see the holster for his revolver strapped tight to his thigh. He's never actually seen the gun, for what it's worth. Not in action. Not even the smell of gunpowder on Etho's leather work gloves. He's only ever watched his thin, strong, meticulous hands clean the individual parts and put it back together. It makes sense why Etho's focus is so drawn to that tree line. He probably doesn’t want it to happen again.

Bdubs watches the curve of his shoulders under the off-white button-up he's wearing. It's loose at his elbows and under his arms, but from the way he slouches, hat tipped back to cover his neck, it's tight across his back. Bdubs sighs—for a moment, that's the only thing that breaks the silence. Bdubs' longing rings out in the stale air, and a chuckle joins the hum of that wordless melody.

"Somethin' the matter, 'dubs?" Etho says, glancing over. He can just hear him through the scarf tucked around his face, tied behind his neck. His hair is tucked under his hat, tied away nearly the same. Its just his eyes, warm and smiling, eyebrows raised, when he looks over. Bdubs scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"No," he says. "Nothin's the matter. What's it to ya, anyway?"

Etho shrugs. He shuts his eyes for a second when he does. Bdubs can picture the little frown on his face when he does.

"Figured I'd ask," he says cooly. "That was a pretty profound sigh."

"Nothin' for you to worry about," Bdubs gripes. He taps Lacey with his heels and she meanders forward, huffing out through her nose. He hears Etho laugh as he pulls away, and it's only a second before Etho's at his side again. He tugs Bdubs' hat over his eyebrows.

"Don't be like that, 'dubs!" Etho pouts. "You sounded upset."

"Quit teasin' me," Bdubs grumbles, swatting at him with the hand not wrapped around the reigns. Lacey patters to a stop as Bdubs slackens on the reigns, trying to grab Etho's hat. Etho ducks his head.

"Bdubs!" He laughs, pushing his hands away.

"Quit!"

"You quit!"

Bdubs huffs again, shrinking back, then straightens. Etho's turned away from him, all of a sudden. Bdubs goes to speak, but as he does, he hears Etho say something so quiet it's felt more than heard. 

It's sunset, he's just realized. The orange light leaks through gaps in the trees, casting gold bars over the wheatgrass and dry dirt. He can see light blue leaking into orange, pink, yellow, blending into white clouds above him. This time, the profound sigh whistles out of Etho's chest. Bdubs bites his tongue. Haloed by the gold light, Etho looks like the type of things only lonely cowboys dream about. The perfect outlaw, or the hardworking ranch hand, or the kindhearted sheriff looking for love. The things you read in dime novels, no matter the flavor of romance. Bdubs feels his heart squeeze, the want pooling in his elbows and the joint of his hips. He won't sigh again, or make any other sound, not as long as Etho watches the sunset. 

"Wow," Etho mumbles. His horse snorts. Etho huffs a laugh, reaching just far enough to pet between his ears. "Wow..."

"It's gorgeous," Bdubs says. He'd be lying if he said he was talking about the sunset.

Etho turns back to him after a beat. Bdubs's eyes flick up to his face, tilting his head a little as Etho's soft eyes linger on him. He can see the indistinct scarring up part of his face, near his eye and eyebrow. Tugging off his gloves, Bdubs raises a careful hand up to Etho's face. There, he tucks two fingers in the space between his cheek and the scarf over his face, and tugs it down. Etho doesn't stop him. In fact, he's smiling just so when Bdubs does. He's got nothing to hide, really—the scarf is for the dust, more than anything else. He scrunches his nose as the scarf falls around his neck.

"Hey there, sweetheart," Bdubs says softly. His hand cups Etho's cheek, thumb smoothing over the rough, scarred skin of his left cheek. Fire. They're all healed burns. His thumb dances over them anyway, like he'd never seen them or brushed them or kissed them before. Two long strands of hair frame Etho's face. Here, Bdubs tucks one of them behind his ear, still moving to cradle his face. The look that passes over him makes Bdubs' stomach fold over. He's smiling, wide and soft, and his eyes shut as he leans into Bdubs' palm.

"Hiya, Bdubs," Etho mumbles. His voice hits a low octave as he whispers. Bdubs flushes. Etho's hand falls to Bdubs' hip, both steadying for himself and for Bdubs' balance, thumb pressed into his hipbone as he leans forward into Bdubs' space. Etho's hand comes to tip his hat back as far as it'll go before it knocks from his head, scrunching up his nose as Bdubs' flush grows a little warmer, a little further over his cheeks and ears. He's smiling, though, and so is Etho. Bdubs can't help it—he was just so damn handsome, that stupid cowboy. Damn him. He keeps himself lingering in Etho's space for a beat longer, tracing out the high of his cheek with his thumb. The sun's still setting, warm and orange behind him. He can't even see stars yet. 

"Can we stay?" Bdubs asks, sighing out his nose. His eyes flick behind Etho's shoulder for a moment, watching the bars of light through the trees. "Just to watch?"

Etho smiles, his eyes going all soft and round like they do when Bdubs says something he particularly likes. Must've liked that, then. He noses Bdubs' palm just a little, looking up into the sky before settling on Bdubs' face again.

"Sure," Etho mumbles. "Why not? Stars haven't even come out yet."

Bdubs grins, knocking their foreheads together, a soft laugh bubbling up in his chest before it leaves him with his exhale. Etho scrunches his nose. 

Leaning forward as far as he can, Etho kisses him. His warm, gloved hand fits over the back of his neck, brushing through the close cropped hair there. His lips are chapped from the dusty air, but they're dry and warm and Bdubs feels Etho hum against his mouth. He presses back and up into him, free hand falling to his knee to stabilize himself. Etho pulls in a fast breath through his teeth and kisses him again, firm but gentle. Bdubs shuts his eyes and keeps them shut, feeling Etho's hand curl against the base of his skull, feeling them work in tandem with each other. It's nice and easy and tender in a way that curls up in Bdubs' chest and rests there, calmly. It's sweeter than anything else he knows, or damn near close to it. 

He smiles against his lips, dragging his thumb in a slow line across the rippled scar on his cheek. He's so gentle with him, Etho is, as he is with Etho, up until the point of course that they're chasing each other around on foot and on horseback and scrapping in the dirt just to prove a point. But here it's intentional. Bdubs rubs his cheek and that scar so Etho knows he wants to feel it He wants to feel where it starts at the high of his cheekbone and ends just under the low dip of his eye, how the uneven surface gives to smoother skin, how it’s all patches of rough and light. He wants to see that it cuts through his eyelid and eyebrow and that the eyebrow never really grew back and his hearing wasn't always that good in that ear. He wants to. He loves him. To love Etho was to love each thing he called an imperfection. 

"I'll be damned, cowboy," he mumbles under his breath. Etho laughs, just a little, from somewhere high in his chest.

"What's that?" he asks, crushing his cheek into the heel of Bdubs' hand. Bdubs shakes his head.

"Nothin', gorgeous."

"Mmh," Etho agrees. Bdubs can tell his face is warm from more than just the desert heat. 

"You liked that, mm?" he says. He leans up to kiss Etho just once, sighing out through his nose.

Etho nods, stilted, still flushing as Bdubs draws himself and his hand away. There's a moment that Etho's hand stays warm and solid on his hip and the back of his neck. His dark eyes sweep over him, the clouded vision of his left still trying to focus on Bdubs' face. A soft smile lingers on his face, lifting the edges just enough to form the smile lines Bdubs loves to kiss. They're there more often than not, still fading as Etho's face softens, as he takes care to wash the grime off and soothe his skin with beeswax. They linger for a second before they, and Etho, draw away, settling back on his saddle and sitting up. He stretches, screwing up his expression as Bdubs hears his spine pop.

"Augh," he vocalizes. Bdubs snorts as Lacey does, shuffling her hooves in the dry grass. 

"Let's get a move on then, old man," Bdubs teases, reaching for his reins and to prod the soft of Etho's knee. Etho jerks, trotting his horse a step away from Bdubs hands. There, he sticks out his tongue, fixes his hat, and tucks the bandana around his nose again. There's that familiar shape—sheriff to outlaw, the line of Etho's eyes honing his gaze to razor sharp. Bdubs sighs, letting himself laugh, before he jerks his head forward, pushing his hat back onto his head. He prods Lacey with the heels of his boots and she steps forward into a jog.

Above his head, the wink of stars begin to shine in the dull, pale blue sky. He can still see the lick of orange light like flames above the treeline, cascading over the red-grey and sparse green hills, framing Etho in a delicate picture. Bdubs grins, eyes settling on his partner behind him. He sees Etho's eyes squint as he presumably smiles. Nudging a little more, Bdubs brings Lacey up to a trot, and further to a canter as he hears Etho laugh, loud and clear across the planes, behind him.

In the distance, he can see the warm cast of oil lamps they lit before they left. As much as Bdubs' bones crave the man not even a few yards behind him, they ache for the cool halls of their house, warm coffee, and the light he can just barely catch in the rising night.

Later that night, Bdubs scrapes congealed fat out of the cast iron skillet Etho cooked in. His body and stomach are heavy with the meal they’ve just finished, beans and pork and cornmeal grits, the taste of whatever last few seasonings Etho had thrown in still lingering between his teeth. He scrubs the pan in the hot water, feeling out what were nicks in the pan and what was dirt. He’d hate to ruin the seasoning they’d just built up on the pan. He raises it from the soapy water after a moment, giving it a good shake as his eyes track over the dusty-grey surface. Clean as can be. As he finishes, toweling off his hands as he lays the skillet to dry, he turns back to the room behind him. 

It’s starting to smell a bit like coffee and a bit like woodfire smoke, the embers of their fireplace and stove fire still filling the room. Etho has tucked himself on the couch, knitted blanket draped over his shoulders and a book open on his folded legs. That was one thing about the desert that Bdubs never got used to—it got cold quickly. The air seeped the heat right out of the ground, right underneath your feet, as soon as the lick of sunshine from the day was gone. Etho had the right idea, curling himself into the smallest spot on their worn couch, blanket drawn tight around him, enough to where only his socked feet poked out. He’d tied his long hair up and away from his face, stark white locks delicately balanced on the top of his head. Bdubs hums as he wanders over. 

Etho picks up his head, blinking slowly at him. His gaze seems far away as it pins on him.

“Hi, Etho,” Bdubs says, scrunching up his nose. “You fall asleep on me after dinner?”

“Mm?” Etho questions. He shakes his head. “No, no, never.”

Bdubs snorts. As he stands beside the front of the couch, Etho’s hand comes out, his cold fingers wrapping around Bdubs’ wrist. Bdubs makes a small, startled sound, but lets Etho tug him forward and onto the couch beside him. He was deceptively strong—it was the one thing nobody would guess about him. Well—maybe not the only thing. Etho’s life, much like his own, was so different compared to the docile, almost domestic, ranch life they’d build together. Bdubs sinks into the couch cushions, and not even a beat later, Etho leans his back against his arm. Bdubs’ hum peters into a giggle.

“Y’know,” he starts. “I’m not sure I believe you. I think you might me lyin’ to me, Etho.”

“Mm? About what?”

Bdubs shrugs.

“Dunno, you looked pretty dang tired a second ago.”

Etho shakes his head, leaning back a little further. Bdubs gets the message. He shifts around until his leg hooks under Etho’s arm, until Etho can settle back and rest his head and back against Bdubs’ chest. The book rests on Etho’s shins now, all but forgotten as Etho tips his head back to take a look at Bdubs behind him. He seems satisfied with what he sees, because he shuffles to get comfortable.

“I don’t know about that,” Etho drawls, a smile tugging at his mouth. Bdubs scoffs. He kisses the top of Etho’s head, hands cupping around his ears to hold his head still. He feels that smile tug at his cheeks a little more and nuzzles his head for good measure.

“Alright,” he placates. “I’ll believe you for now.”

Etho hums, satisfied.

“Good.”

Bdubs lets his hands fall to Etho’s shoulders. As Etho reaches to pick up his book from his lap, Bdubs shifts him a bit more, sitting upright. His hands fall to Etho’s upper back, before he starts to shift his hair, unweaving it from where it had balanced atop his head. Etho seems to pick up on his message, sitting forward a bit as Bdubs begins to comb his fingers through Etho’s white hair. 

It’s much longer than it’s ever been, Bdubs thinks—it must be. He doesn’t think it’s ever been past his shoulders when they were together before, and definitely not when Etho was a sheriff. He’d never get away with hair past his shoulders. It was bad enough that he got so many nasty scars from scrapes and threats and whatever people threw at him. Bdubs smooths his hand down the back of his neck, feeling out the base of his skull. It’s painful to think of what Etho had to get through to get here. His hair must be a testimony to that, the fine, white-blond strands reaching to just past his shoulderblades. Bdubs is careful as he weaves his hands through, tucking stray strands behind Etho’s ears, combing back from his widow’s peak to the base of his head. 

He was a criminal before he was a sheriff—Bdubs remembers that. He remembers it because he was one, too. Pretty damn good. It was hard, though. Hard on Etho, who was just trying to do something with his life, to put his artistry to work, his craftsmanship. When he finally landed a job, the gang was already falling apart. He wasn’t even the first to leave—someone left for a damn sheriff. And Bdubs had laughed, then. He watched Etho set his hat on Bdubs head and felt those now memorized, strong hands squeeze his shoulders. 

He found him again when Etho walked past the tiny 3-by-3 cell Bdubs had managed to worm his way into. Wasn’t that a sight for sore eyes? The fine line of Etho’s jaw cuffed by a high collared marshal's uniform, badge and all, hat pulled low over his eyes. He hadn’t meant to lock himself up in there, but as soon as he was out, he promised Etho he’d never go back. And he never did. He sat himself at the strong wooden desk catty-corner to Etho’s and dispensed justice like he’d never done a wrong deed in his life. They were fair, though. Nothing but fair. No blood but on their teeth or nose or throat. No blood on their hands.

Etho sighs warmly as Bdubs starts to braid his hair. He keeps a firm hold on the strands he weaves in and out of each other, working slowly and carefully as he absorbs himself in thought. He was there for a lot of Etho’s life. But he wasn’t there when Etho got his scar. He only saw it afterwards, during that first time he saw him from that cell. 

Etho had described it late one night, after all was said and done between them, their bodies pressed so close in the same, small bed in Etho’s home that there wasn’t a molecule of space left. He’d let Bdubs trace the valleys and ridges of the burnt skin, tucked his face into Bdubs neck to breathe out a wet sigh. Coals and fire—not an accident like Bdubs had always presumed. He’d weaseled himself out of their gang of bandits, but it’s not always that the life of bandits leaves you. He’d messed up an order for another group, he’d said, when he finally got a job as a metalsmith. Too few bullets. It was a lie. He’d known from the shape of the man's mouth as he’d spoken it, but his face found the furnace regardless. Hot ash, coals, smoke in the back of his throat. It had been a long time since he’d been really able to see out of that eye. It hurt to read. It was too blurry to focus. 

Now, Bdubs knows, Etho focuses and reads just fine. And Bdubs drags his fingers over his skin like it were any other part of him to touch. And touch he did. Hey! He wasn’t ashamed of himself! He spent a good few years loving this man and he was allowed to love him right and true. Whatever Etho wanted, Etho could have. He’d build him a terracotta and tile ranch house, with darkened oak and stained wood floors, a fireplace big enough to hang a kettle in, horses, cows, dogs, cats, wheatfields tall enough to lose himself in. The rolling hills of the valley were endless. They’d find a homestead, a life, friends, family, anywhere they went. And so they went. And they found the ones they’d loved all along just as they thought they would. 

Bdubs cards his fingers through the braided hair for a final time, letting it hang loose and wavy around Etho’s shoulders. He instead maps the rise of his spine with his palm, listening to Etho hum and feeling his heartbeat.

“How’s your book?” Bdubs asks softly. Etho nods.

“Good,” he says, just as quiet. “It’s a real tough read, ‘Dubs.”

Bdubs glances over his shoulder as Etho leans back into his chest, trying to catch a glimpse at the cover. Etho’s tucked the book under his knee, though. He can’t even peek at the type of book it is.

“Mm?” he says. “Is that so?”

“Mmmhm,” Etho drawls. “I’m real deep into some equations that I can’t wrap my head around. It’s this long complicated thing that’s supposed to help determine scale and size of the fractal-izing of light, and how we can use planetary distances to figure it out.”

Bdubs blinks, scoffing. 

“Etho,” he hums.

“I’m trying to figure out how this could be relevant for our growing seasons and how I can best predict rainfall in the valley—”

“Etho—”

“And I’m sure Tango will want to know all about it considering he’s making that huge telescope, don’t you think—”

Bdubs thwaps his head laughing.

“Quit!”

Etho laughs, reaching back to grab at Bdubs hands on his head. They swat uselessly at each other for a moment.

“You think you’re so smart, don’t you, Etho?” Bdubs grumbles.

“You’re just jealous because I understand math,” Etho jeers. “It has nothing to do with how smart I am.”

“Sure it doesn’t,” Bdubs huffs. “I bet you read the almanac in your spare time!”

Etho gasps, but the gravitas and dramatic turn he does to worm away from Bdubs is enough to hint that he’s doing it for a reason. He scrambles back, tucking his book behind him as he does. Blue cover. Bdubs doesn’t know many books with a blue cover. Maybe it is the almanac after all.

“How dare you insult my knowledge of flowers, Bdubs!” Etho gasps. “I just know all those things.”

“All those things about the regional weather, too?”

Etho nods, trying to hold back a smile. Liar.

“Mhm,” he says. “All of it. I’ve known it since I was a wee little boy, ‘Dubs.”

Bdubs rolls his eyes.

“I’m sure,” he placates. “Nothin’ to do with how we just moved here a year and a half ago, no?”

Etho shakes his head.

“Not at all. I’ve known it all my life,” Etho says. He can’t fight the smile this time, or the way he draws out the a of his word, his smile growing with it. He finally cracks enough to giggle and Bdubs swats his knee. Etho sticks his tongue out at him.

“And what’s the almanac say about me?” Bdubs asks, watching Etho shuffle back into his corner, looking comfortable. He tilts his head a little, eyebrows furrowing.

“You?” Etho says. “I don’t know. Nothing—I’ve never read it. I doubt they put people in it.” Then Etho smiles, adding: “I can check my book on 100 facts about B-double-O, though.”

Bdubs startles.

“Your book on what?”

Etho snorts, tipping his head back, laughter bubbling out of him. Bdubs jabs him with his socked foot and Etho curls further into himself, still giggling. Bdubs can’t help but smile, though, watching Etho break into a giggling fit over his stupid comment. He rolls his eyes as he peels himself off the couch and over to their bookshelf. Standing there for a moment, feeling the cold seep slightly into his clothes, Bdubs scans for a book. He isn’t sure what he’s looking for yet, but he’ll know it when he sees it. 

In the meantime, he halfway searches for that obviously fake book Etho had mentioned. He snorts, just to himself. A hundred facts, huh?

Plucking one of his well-worn novels from the shelf, Bdubs turns back to the couch. He drops a kiss to the crown of Etho’s head as he passes and Etho is quick enough to pull him down to kiss his cheek. It’s worth it, though, as Bdubs tucks himself back against the other side of the couch and Etho’s legs tangle with his. He loves the stupid smile on Etho’s face too much to care about much else.

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🌺 my favourite girl direction fics under the cut! 🌺

There is nothing else in this world that I love more than women. I grew up in a family built around the strongest women I’ll ever met in my life. So powerful, so determined, yet so gentle and affectionate. Huge personalities and all.

It took me awhile to understand who I am and I’m not completely sure I do and this little world where women love women feels so safe for me.

Can I also use this post to open my research for my next wife? No, I can’t? No, I shouldn’t? Whaaaat I just did! Please, babe HMU 🫶

Anywayssss…

🌺 The changer and the changed by homosociallyyours || 60K ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

It’s the spring of 1977 and Harry Styles has just moved to New York City after graduating college. She knows she’s a lesbian. She just needs to figure out how to meet other lesbians. Louis Tomlinson works at a popular women’s bookstore in the Lower East Side, Womon’s Direction, where she spends her days reading feminist literature, writing poetry, exchanging friendly barbs with her boss Niall, and dreaming of finding someone to love. When Harry and Louis meet, their connection is instantaneous. Slowly but surely, Louis welcomes Harry into her community of women. Stonewall veteran and old school butch Niall; Liam, a land dyke who’s moved to the city for love; and Zayn, a lesbian musician who’s been ostracized by a vocal part of women’s community for being trans, welcome Harry with open arms, ready to help her find her place in New York City’s bustling lesbian scene. It’s a time of growth for everyone involved.

🌺 It’s all gonna roll your way by 1Diamondinthesun ( @1diamondinthesun ) || 53K

Harry, Liam, Niall, and Zayn are editors at Nova, a historically progressive women’s print magazine with plans to launch digital content at the end of the summer. Louis is a single mom and temporary worker with a knack for graphic design. When investors request sweeping reform in their content, Harry and her team have to decide which principles, if any, they’re willing to compromise in order to survive as an online publication.

🌺 Bluer than velvet were her eyes (softer than satin were her thighs) by thebreadvan ( @thebreadvansstuff ) || 12K

Harry hums a melody absentmindedly as she works, bent over the sewing table, when the bell above the door chimes suddenly, announcing the arrival of a customer. Mid-stitch, Harry glances up.

“Good morning,” comes the woman’s feathery voice. Harry should probably welcome her, say something, anything, but she’s captivated by her slow and powerful walk, the click of her leather knee-high boots. With the needle hovering above the fabric, Harry slides her eyes up thick thighs, the maroon blazer that ends just above them, and the black knit dress that engulfs the woman’s figure, stretching obscenely around her bust. Jesus Christ.

Or, Harry should probably stop obsessing over her customer’s boobs, but fate can’t keep her away from Louis.

🌺 who run the world (girls!) by dolce_piccante || 11K

A femslash take on the beginning of Relief Next To Me, complete with girl!Direction, lots of tongue action, and lots of hints to the original work.

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Harry offers to be her best friend Liam's fake date to his work Valentine's Day party, and the night takes an unexpected turn.

🌺 Ride the W.A.V.E by Quickedween ( @becomeawendybird ) || 7K ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Petty officer Louis Tomlinson can't resist a good thing when it's right in front of her.

🌺 Under the R.A.D.A.R by Quickedween ( @becomeawendybird ) || 6K ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Petty officer Louis Tomlinson has been assigned to the rear admiral's fiancée for the month the couple is aboard the USS John F. Kennedy. She can only hope that he won't catch on to what they're doing... after hours.

🌺 Gotta get (me) out of my head by parmahamlarrie ( @parmahamlarrie ) || 6K

Sometimes, Harry Styles cannot get out of her head. Her ADHD, coupled with working from home, sometimes makes it impossible for her to ever find peace. Luckily, she has Louis, her loving girlfriend and Daddy, to take care of her.

Or the one where Harry gets her first collar.

🌺 Pacify her by yeah_alright ( @uhoh-but-yeah-alright ) || 5K ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Harry's anxiety is acting up. Louis has the only thing that will soothe her.

OR Louis' pussy is the ultimate pacifier.

🌺 To sleep, perchance to ream by yeah_alright ( @uhoh-but-yeah-alright ) || 4K

Louis has never minded that Harry tends to go to sleep earlier than her. But the nights when Harry signals she'd like Louis to...wake her when she comes to bed are Louis' favorite.

🌺 The Christmas (to the one I’ve been missing) by Kikiberoski16 ( @larrysballetslippers ) || 3K

“Thank you, Louis,” Miss cutie said with a light whine. Louis nodded and walked with her to the paper sheets' aisle. To hear the girl's soft footsteps behind her was more than satisfying. So polite and cute, the fact she remembered Louis name said- “Wait, how do you know my name?”

or, Louis almost made it to the end of her shift before someone familiar stepped into the store. A long awaited Christmas tale.

🌺 Tear it off by ialwaysknewyouwerepunk ( @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk ) || 3K

Harry and Louis are married and have a toddler. Their home life is a cuteness overload, and then grandma Anne comes by to pick up the kid for a day out. Harry and Louis are then alone, perfect timing for a little bedroom adventure. Including, you guessed it, harry's pink cowboy get-up from coachella.

🌺 little pink skirt by ialwaysknewyouwerepunk ( @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk ) || 3K ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Harry, Louis, Zayn and Liam are at a festival. It's the afternoon of the last day, and they're lounging on the grass before the action starts, still recovering from the night before. There's a bunch of sexual tension between H and L from where things left off in their drunken haze. When Louis tries to light a spliff, the wind makes it impossible to do so, for which Harry has an ingenious idea. And then one thing leads to another.

[loulousmiles]

I Feel Like I Wanna Sing When You Do Your Thing by loulousmiles

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 8.3K | T

“Oh, you were watching me, were you?” Louis said with a comically arched brow. “Well, um…” Harry was back to stammering, Louis feeling a strange pride in already having figured out how to fluster her. She noticed as a look of resolve settled on Harry’s features. “Yes.” Harry cleared her throat. “I was restocking my pineapple pandan buns after the first morning rush when I heard a great laugh coming from across the way, and when I followed the sound I saw it was coming from your truck, from you. And I thought, ‘She—um, they—seem like someone to get to know.’” -- In which Louis, owner of a taco food truck, and Harry, co-owner of a bakery, are both vendors at the same northern Michigan summer farmers market. Told in four timestamps during the summer when they first meet.

Written for the 1D Astro Fic Fest Round 3: Minor Arcana @1dastroficfest

[larrysballetslippers]

Ribbons In Your Hair by Kikiberoski16 and erstequeen

@larrysballetslippers

Harry/Louis | 8.1k | Girl Direction | High school cheerleaders

“Oh, come on, ask her out already! You two are, like, the dream couple and she’s been flirting with you for months now, take a hint, Haz!” “You’re the only one who thinks that, Niall, and while I appreciate your support or whatever it is, I still think you’re wrong. She has not been flirting with me and if she liked me she would have said something. I don’t even know if she’s gay, she only ever hangs with the basketball crew.” Harry was getting stressed out again only thinking about this. When she finished her little rant and Niall didn’t say anything she dragged her eyes away from Louis putting away books in her locker and looked at her friend instead. She was met with a sympathetic expression. “Girl you are so blind I am surprised you can still walk straight.” Or, Harry is a high-school cheerleader and obsessed with the most beautiful girl in her grade who is obviously totally straight. Of course.

Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo. This fic is part of the @1dsongfest. Thank you Emmy for reading over the fic!

[homosociallyyours]

I'd Choose You Over Sleep

by homosociallyyours 2100 words, G, Girl Direction

If there's one thing Louis values, it's a bit of sleeping in on the weekends. There's very little she'll let come between her and those few precious hours of the day.

Harry might just make her shift her priorities. At least a little.

This fic was written as part of the @wordplayfics challenge for prompt 8.4: Press. Check out the other fics in the collection here, and as always a big thanks to @lululawrence for modding one of my very favorite fests :)

[disgruntledkittenface]

A Haunting in Doncaster

by @disgruntledkittenface for @1dtrickortreatfest

Harry has been haunting Louis for awhile, waiting for her to watch her episode of Forensic Files. She can't believe it when Louis skips it.

Girl Direction | Not Rated | 666 words

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[parmahamlarrie]

I Just Wanna Get to Know Ya ~ 5k ~ Explicit

Meeting Harry Styles three months ago might just be the best thing that's ever happened to Louis Tomlinson. All that's left before she takes the leap in making Harry her girlfriend is a night out with her mates. What she never expected is for one of her mates to recognise her girl from the internet. Or, the miscommunication porn star AU

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Part of the @girldirectionfest

[girldirectionfest]

3rd Annual Girl Direction Femslash Festuary 2024 Masterpost

pretty please? by @disgruntledkittenface 3.4k, E

Room With a View by @littleroverlouis 1.9k, E

Get Ready With Me! by @loulousmiles 2.1k, M

The Sweet Yoke by @littleobelia 1.7k, T

baby you're the boss at home by @loveislarryislove 3.3k, E

Pussy Juice by @homosociallyyours 3.9k, M

We have six amazing fics for you this year!! Big thank you to all the authors who took part and to everyone who reads, reblogs, and appreciates girl direction in any capacity!

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