Taylor Swift, Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

sunday snip ✂️

I was tagged by @blueskiesrry for a snippet. This is from my wip, which is in edits and should be yours in a couple of weeks 👀

Louis’ hands went back into the chest and came out with the slinky top he’d been wearing when they first kissed. It moved through his hands like water, so light it would have slipped through if he hadn’t tightened his hold.  “I was wearing that when-" “I remember,” Louis whispered. He pressed it to his nose, but it couldn’t smell like anything other than the cedar of the hope chest. A zip ran through his chest that in a room ensconced with Harry’s scent, he still held that to his face to chase the memory. That it was as sweet to him as it was to Harry. “That was years ago,” Louis said, looking up at him. “Well, yeah,” Harry said, smiling lightly. “But it was important to me.”  Louis’ eyes stayed on him, intense and bright blue. Like the sky opening up right in front of him. When he looked back to the chest, Harry missed the sight of them. 

no pressure tag to @28goldens @wishingforloushair @lululawrence @red-pandaaa @alwaysxlarrie

snippet time!!

@babyhoneyheslt tagged me to post a snippet so here's the debut of what has been lovingly referred to as abe lincoln au (it's uh complicated?). anyway, enjoy my lovely idiots

Louis gets Harry settled in the bath, bubbles littering the surface with lavender and eucalyptus filling the bathroom in a haze. Harry wonders briefly where Louis would’ve gotten bath supplies. Once Harry has let his eyes slip shut again in the midst of the warm water, Louis slips out of the room, returning not long later with a stool and a book. “What are you doing?” Harry asks, head tilting lazily to the side. Sitting down on the stool with a shrug, Louis says, “Thought I’d read to you.” Harry can’t make out what the book is, eyes too heavy, head still sitting in a lingering fog from his orgasm, from being so utterly consumed by Louis. Huffing a soft laugh, he lets his head loll back against the wall. “Lincoln was largely self-educated. His schooling mostly came from traveling school teachers and included two stints in Kentucky where he first learned to read—” “What is that?” Harry’s eyes pop open. He cranes his neck, attempting to peer at the book. Giving him a disapproving look, Louis shields the pages from view. “A biography on Lincoln.” He shrugs. “Lincoln only attended school sporadically after his family’s move to Indiana due to—” “Why?” Louis looks at him with saturated eyes, a soft frown painting his lips. He breaks their stare, his thumb fidgeting with the corner of the page. Shoulders dipping forward, he appears suddenly self-conscious. “I don’t know. I bought it after we talked about him that one time. Thought it’d be interesting.” Searching Louis’ features, Harry bites his lip to keep it from wobbling. He feels overcome with emotion, with the need to pull Louis as close as possible, but he swallows it down. “Well—” he takes a deep breath— “well does it say he was gay?” He sinks further into the bath, his chin dipping into the bubbles while he hides a secret grin. A slow smile spreads across Louis’ face when he peers at him again. “When did he meet… what’s his name?” “Joshua Speed,” Harry murmurs softly. “Yeah.” Louis flips through the pages of his book

i will taaaag @harruandlou @petitommo and @larry-hiatus (no pressure ofc) <3

YOU, IN EVERY COLOR | 38k | E

But then he thinks of the soft curves and sharp angles he had imagined when he first drew up the sketches for the collection, the specific green of fabric he had picked with the thought of how they’d saturate green eyes, the glossy silks and soft velvets he had once pictured sitting delicately against milky skin. “We’re drunk,” Louis decides on a sigh. “We shouldn’t make any drastic decisions now.”

in which fashion designer louis and his model boyfriend harry have vowed to never work together again, but with the show for louis’ first solo line on the horizon, they decide to give it another shot.

@harruandlou @larry-hiatus @1dlibrary

guilty as sin becoming my whole personality btw

Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)

Smiley Louis - Tecate Pa'l Norte Backstage (X)

so.

i guess fanfiction wasn’t a phase….

☀️sunshine, baby! | E | 106k

Louis was the first one down the row for their group. If he hadn’t been they would have never met. He was turned around, walking backwards and saying to Liam, ���No, I’ll get you to a real footie match next,” when he bumped into someone. “Oops,” Louis laughed, tripping over his own feet. A hand curled around his upper arm as he nearly fell over the seat in front of him. “Sorry about that, mate.” He turned around, still teetering in his vans, to apologize again, but the words dried in his throat. Another hand gripped his other elbow, steadying him, but all Louis could see were green eyes and dimples. “Hi,” the man laughed, a bright, bubbling sound. “Are you okay?”

Or Louis is in his first year of law school, Harry is a junior on the swim team dreaming of the Olympics, and they both agree that they don't have time for anything more than friends with benefits... right?

💛written for @1dsongfest💛

wound tending is everything. unparalleled intimacy. let me care for you. let me touch the skin around your open flesh. let me stain my hands with your blood. let me get close and breathe in the same air as you and stare into your eyes for a few seconds too long. let me make you think of me every time you see the bandage, or scar

When I read a fanfic I like, the author becomes a mini celebrity to me. So when an author with a work I like kudos’ or comments on my own fanfic I just-

YOU, IN EVERY COLOR | 38k | E

But then he thinks of the soft curves and sharp angles he had imagined when he first drew up the sketches for the collection, the specific green of fabric he had picked with the thought of how they’d saturate green eyes, the glossy silks and soft velvets he had once pictured sitting delicately against milky skin. “We’re drunk,” Louis decides on a sigh. “We shouldn’t make any drastic decisions now.”

in which fashion designer louis and his model boyfriend harry have vowed to never work together again, but with the show for louis’ first solo line on the horizon, they decide to give it another shot.

our eyes meet and I can tell that you’re the same as me is still madness

x

how im gonna look in public now that i can listen to the ooms intro in hq anytime anywhere

@larry-hiatus tagged me to do some out of context WIP notes so i fielded through about 900 comments to find a few from fashion au (which comes out TOMORROW) editing so enjoy. plus a bonus from @harruandlou bc it still makes me giggle.

i don’t remember who emily tagged so i’ll tag @harruandlou @bittersweetsin @28goldens @shimmeringevil and @lunarheslwt do your worst! (no pressure ofc)