please tell me you're still writing bc i madly adore your fics. MADLY.

aw this is so sweet 🥺 i'm so glad you like them!! i'm but sorry to say that i haven't written anything since the last fic i posted and i don't have any plans to start anything at the moment — i lost interest in harry/1d in the fall (i finished writing my most recent one in september and lowkey forgot about it and then figured i might as well post it, lol) so i'm pretty far from that kind of headspace now. but who knows, maybe i'll come back to it someday!

Listen, I'm having a full on meltdown over your fic. No pwp has ever affected me this strongly. I might be having a crisis over here.

omg. sorry for inciting a crisis but im so glad u enjoyed 😚

I just saw this and all I could think about was your fic… you’ve ruined me. THE DINNER PLATE THO. 💀

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hehe anyway everyone go read no one's gonna know

Harry can’t look away from the ribbon. He can’t process it, can’t hear his own thoughts over the roaring rush of blood in his ears. 

 “Don’t you look pretty?” Harry hears Louis’ voice as if from far away. 

Or: Harry and Louis go to a party. 

no one’s gonna know by jishler 💫

It drove Harry crazy, the way his hand could make contact with Louis’ clothing and then travel and travel inwards through empty space, before meeting the warmth of his body. Harry lived in those moments of suspension, anticipation, and died every time his hand made contact through clothes with the dip of his waist, the curve of his back, the softness of his tummy. He made a fist in the material under his palm. Then he let it go before running his hand up Louis’ side, over his chest, pressing down hard.

Or: Harry comes home at two in the morning.

out of my head and into yours, by jishler for @topharryficfest 

do u have a main blog?

yes indeed, @snowjosh is me

He gathered Harry’s hands in his own. “Good boy,” said Louis. He kissed a knuckle and looked up at Harry, who seemed to be drifting somewhere between a haze of tenderness and the kind of arousal that made him shudder, gag, beg for more. Exactly where Louis liked to keep him. He gave Harry’s hands back to him, placing them at his sides.

see or touch or use, by jishler (E, 3.7k)

Infuriating, but Louis missed it. Louis missed him. His thighs and his chest and breath and warmth and toothbrush next to Louis’. He missed sex with Harry but he missed his presence more: Louis would settle for watching Harry get himself off if it meant he got to see him; hear the voice that was like a soothing balm over all his wounds. 

Two weeks after their breakup, Harry wants his toys back.

Twist The Knife, by jishler | @wankersday​ 2021 (E, 6k)

Before The Advancement, most human lives and careers were plagued by irrationality and a lack of productivity. This was largely the symptom of what scientists refer to as “interpersonal passion,” which included two separate (though often conjointly occurring) phenomena: “love,” and “sex.” “Love” was a pre-Advancement word which referred to an irrationally strong bond between two people, which caused its sufferers to prioritise their fellow “lover,” as well as the integrity of the malignant bond itself, over vital things such as workplace productivity. Taken every two weeks in pill form, The Drug immediately removes interpersonal passion from the human psyche. Children’s friendships do not have the capacity to develop into full-fledged “love” since they are not yet adults. Every person over eighteen takes The Drug gladly, grateful that it allows them to be productive, clear-headed, and rational members of society.

A few weeks before Louis’ eighteenth birthday, Harry and Louis fall in love.

(Based on the book Louis writes in @indiaalphawhiskey’s Our Lives, Non-Fiction.)

An Irrationally Strong Bond Between Two People, by jishler (E, 18k)

“You like feeling like my girl?” Louis wasn’t asking just about sex.

His words weren’t harsh, Harry realized. The hands on his back and in his hair were still there, still moving. Louis just sounded — he just sounded like he was asking Harry to explain.

“Yeah,” whispered Harry. He hadn’t felt this fragile in Louis’s arms for as long as he could remember. Like Louis could prod him too hard and he’d shatter. Collapse into dust. But Louis kept not prodding him, not pushing him. He just kept holding him, surely, like Louis knew he wouldn't break him.

Everything You Do, by jishler (E, 6.7k) 

“Oh,” said Louis. He moved one of his hands to stroke through Harry’s hair again. “Like… you wanna play, but without sex?” “Yeah, I dunno” said Harry. “Is that even a thing?” He pulled his hand out of Louis’s shirt and brought it up to play with the soft hair on the back of Louis’s neck instead. “I just feel like… I wanna be close to you.” —- Still, by jishler (E, 5.4k)

“Haz,” he said, “do you like being held down?”

Drawing a shaky breath, Harry finally looked Louis in the eyes. “I think so.”

sweet baby by jishler