#cwrotes

this is a masterlist full of english lb fics! feel free to check out what interests you the most.

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m = mature | f = fluff | a = angst

ao3 | english

— louis bottom:

lonely lullaby | m/a | 12.4k | fic post

"louis is obsessed with amphetamines and harry is the only one who can get him. however, the thought of seeing him die of addiction seems terrifying."

I’m fine | f | 6.4k | fic post

“harry and louis pretend that the intimacy they shared the night before never happened, until louis has to go get his cell phone from his apartment. or where louis escapes as fast as he can from the apartment, he spent the night in and is forced to return after forgetting his phone.”

quiet resource | m | 6k | fic post

“so harry really has bought louis a collar with a bell dangling just to hear it jingle every time he trust inside him.”

hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect | f | 4.7k | fic post

“harry and louis have only met a couple of times thanks to a friend they have in common. now they go to this party where they don't know anyone and decide to give each other a chance. or where louis gets invited to a party by a friend who never shows up, and spending the night with a curly guy he vaguely recognizes is better than anything else.”

pure imagination | f | 5.7k | fic post

esto estaba supuesto a ser un poema sobre el color amarillo o incluso el color café, pero de algún modo mi mente seguía regresando al azul como si no existiera ningún otro.

no quería escribir sobre el azul. durante minutos completos, me rehusé a abordar este tema en esa dirección, con esa totalidad, pues era consciente de lo propensa que era a caer en las connotaciones que implican al color azul con frecuencia.

sabía que si escribía sobre ese color en particular, iba a caer en la laguna de la tristeza, en ese ciclo eterno que los artistas trazaron para trazaron para poder asignarle una tonalidad a la agonía que guardaban dentro de sus cuerpos.

durante mucho tiempo, el azul y sus sombras han sido la representación de las carencias humanas, de los grandes periodos de una desolación profunda e inquebrantable, lo suficientemente devastadora como para que todos ellos, desde poetas hasta músicos y desde músicos hasta pintores necesitaran emplear este color en un intento por sacarse todas las dolencias de adentro.

nunca entendí por qué el azul, sin embargo. pudo haber sido cualquier otro color, cualquier otra combinación, pero eligieron el azul como si ningún otro pudiera competir con sus melancolías del modo en que este lo hace.

¿será porque en la paleta de colores es el más frío de todos?

¿o quizás es porque al mirarlo durante mucho tiempo uno mismo se da cuenta de sus penas?

picasso tuvo todo un periodo azul en el que vertió sus lágrimas como si el océano reflejado por el cielo se hubiese abierto en sus cuencas, como si no existiera consuelo dentro de toda esa marea azulada e infinita, revuelta e insensata; y aún así, no podría comprender por qué este color en particular.

en la psicología suele tener connotaciones de calma y tranquilidad, de confianza y optimismo, y sin embargo, millones de artistas y una infinidad de sentimentalistas andan por ahí sintiéndose azules, lloviendo por montón, hundiéndose en un océano severo de decepción absoluta, de dolencias terroríficas y espíritus bajos que los hacen sentir tan azules que necesitan expresarlo de alguna forma, incluso si no se deshacen del sentimiento que los tienen agarrados del cuello.

se ven azul. se sienten azul. tienen corazones profundamente heridos y una laguna inmensa dentro de sus entrañas.

no pueden deshacerse de ella, así como yo tampoco puedo evitar caer en la trampa de navegar por los cimientos de mis propias tristezas y escribir párrafos completos sobre el color que ha ahogado a más personas de las que mis dedos podrían contar.

no lo desprecio, de todas formas. a pesar de no haber querido abordarlo, de haber intentado huir de él; no lo detesto ni lo aborrezco. en realidad, en ocasiones me parece el color más humano que puede existir, pues es el único que permite que existan océanos completos dentro de los ojos de la gente.

plaid plaid in a purple morning ; larry

valentine’s day au | fluff | 9.4k

summary: "it's february 14 and louis couldn't feel more alone. without a partner, or a large number of friends, he resigns himself to the idea of spending the day of love watching movies with his flatmate, niall. or at least, that was the plan until things only went from bad to worse. or where the microwave goes up in flames and a curly-haired, hugely impertinent fireman knocks the wind out of louis, who can't believe anything that's happening."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“What does a firefighter care what he intended to do with his best friend?

"Were your girlfriends on their way?" he inquires, causing the brown-haired man to grimace again in bewilderment.

The expression on the curly-haired man's face, pretty as it is, doesn't let you know what he's thinking, let alone figure out what he's up to with all this.

"No?" he answers in a doubtful tone, hastening to rectify himself. "Only Niall has a girlfriend and well, huh, it was just going to be the two of us. Just us."

pure imagination ; larry

strangers au | one shot | 5.7k

summary: “louis meets harry when he's completely plastered, stroking his dog clifford at three in the morning. when louis asks him what on earth he's up to, harry just shrugs, says something about dogs being brilliant, and then pukes on the lawn before passing out.

now louis has to drag him inside the house to make sure he doesn't croak.

or where louis is a writer with insomnia trying to continue the second part of his book and suddenly finds himself caught up in an absurd and ridiculous situation with a thoroughly sloshed stranger who claims to adore dogs.”

                  .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“"Oh, hi!" the stranger greets with a cheerful stutter, his voice deep and his cheeks reddened from the night's chill.

His attempt to get up is a disaster, his knees buckle due to the lack of resistance in his calves, and his tall frame wobbles before stabilizing halfway. Louis is amazed that he doesn't just topple forward and faceplant on the grass. Nevertheless, he remains alert and watches him with the same caution he knows he should employ during potentially dangerous situations.

[oops] ; steddie

strangers au | one shot | 5.3k

summary: "eddie's friends have brought him to this party where he runs into his ex, and now he's kissing a stranger to avoid crossing paths with the person who broke his heart.

or where eddie is drunk and in a foul mood at a college party, and things get a bit out of control when he corners the guy with thick hair who has been eyeing him most of the night, all to avoid his ex."

                  .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“He notices how squared his jaw is and how silky his hair falls near the nape. Eddie finds himself wondering how soft those strands might feel between his fingertips, but he dismisses these thoughts, blaming the alcohol for the night.

The best thing to do is to forget about that last round and go straight home, especially when wild ideas begin to flutter around the corners of his mind.

"Are you following me, then?" he abruptly asks, because that thought wasn't supposed to cross his mind, because the question was supposed to stay behind his tongue, to spare himself the embarrassment that's starting to climb his veins and make his ears burn.

hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect ; larry

college au | slice of life | 4.7.k

summary: “harry and louis have only met a couple of times thanks to a friend they have in common. now they go to this party where they don't know anyone and decide to give each other a chance. or where louis gets invited to a party by a friend who never shows up, and spending the night with a curly guy he vaguely recognizes is better than anything else.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Do we know each other?" questions the curly-haired man suddenly, with the same impression of the biotech student and doubt shimmering in the tenuousness of his features.

He has cocked his head to the right, so now one of his brown ripples falls deliberately down the side of his forehead.

"I think so," Louis replies absently, his tongue tingling around his words and his mind racing as he tries to figure out where they've met before.

intimate ; sope

non-famous au | angst | blind min yoongi | 5.8k

summary: "yoongi is blind. hoseok offers to read for him when one of his favorite books is no longer available in audio. or in a scenario where yoongi and hoseok have had this years-long relationship, and yoongi's insecurities due to his blindness surface from time to time."

                  .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Yoongi-ah?" he says again, this time in a marked murmur that is interrupted by paralysis as soon as he enters the room.

His heart drops to the floor. No, he's sure that it's his soul that collapses the moment his gaze focuses on the boy curled up at the foot of the bed.

I’m fine ; larry

strangers to lovers (fluff) | one shot | 6.4k

summary: “Harry and Louis pretend that the intimacy they shared the night before never happened, until Louis has to go get his cell phone from his apartment. Or where Louis escapes as fast as he can from the apartment, he spent the night in and is forced to return after forgetting his phone.”

                    .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Louis grabs the cell phone before furrowing his eyebrows.

”What did you do?“ He questions naturally, more curious than anything else.

Harry shrugs.