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Strawberry Milk Fic (the series) by @wankerville - favourite quotes

and that's how it happened. Harry smiled at him and all of a sudden Louis’ life wasn't even his own anymore.

It is so terrifying how a bundle of letters and spaces can affect someone so much, make the letters stop forming and the spaces between each of them get bigger.

They don't teach you how to love broken people in school. They don't teach you how much it rips out of you, not just you, but your soul. Emptying you one by fucking one.

[…] and letting yourself be vulnerable; raw - wounds stinging as if freshly open, but jesus, does it feel good - because sometimes you need a second chance at healing, (third, fourth, fifth, lifetime.)

Sometimes, you have to keep ripping open your wounds until the skin cells finally form together the right way. It is called the future, it is called hope.

He feels so fucking guilty, he fucking thought it wasn’t that bad. Whenever the word ‘no,’ is ignored it's bad.

Recovery isn't the flip of the blinds and letting the light inside. It isn't the flick of a switch, things just don't get better instantaneously. What recovery really is, is sifting through the sofa cushions for crumbs of courage and dimes of hope. Recovery is deliberately forgetting these giant chunks of life, these pieces of unwanted grasps that you never asked for. But no matter how much you want the memories to evaporate, you cling to them, like dryer lint to black polyester. Once the ocean takes you under, the struggle to get back up is more painful than the fall into it.

That's life. It is full of good things and bad things, and you never really know where you are going to end up in the never ending kaleidoscope that is the cosmos.

But just because today is a mixture of salt and water and hushed sobs, tomorrow is a fresh start that could be snorting milk up your nose from laughing too hard. Tomorrow the kisses might feel even better than honey, they could feel like forever.

(infinity starts with a knot in the chest.)

REC OF THE DAY

hush. (41K, Explicit) by @wankerville​

SUMMARY: An AU where small towns suck, Louis is losing it, and Harry’s just too perfect.

MY RECOMMENDATION: A subtle and nuanced exploration of coming to terms with oneself whilst surrounded by hate as well as a gorgeous tale of first love.

I absolutely could not put it down for a second. It's a great read.

you don't know where you are by saysthemagpie | M | 5357 He doesn’t know what he was expecting. It’s not like Harry was going to greet him at the door, take him around and introduce him to all his teammates. That’d go over brilliantly, he’s sure. Hi, everybody, this is Niall. No, he can’t play football, but sometimes I let him jack me off in the showers after practice. (small town texas AU. harry's the star quarterback and niall's a kid from the wrong side of town.)

So Much Left to Say by myownspark | M | 7654 Harry remembers Louis stalking along the Cougar’s sideline as the final seconds of the game ticked away. He was apart from everyone, with his arms crossed and his head down, sort of fragile looking even in his pads and helmet. Harry’s fingers actually itched to hold his hand, just as they do now. He holds the phone up to take a selfie and smiles into the camera, trying to ask Louis a question with his eyes. (Are you really okay? Tell me the truth. I bet you’re sitting on your bed, playing Madden, sulking. If you want to see me, I’ll come. I know you better than anyone. You’re sad. I’d like to come.) He pushes send. (Harry and Louis play for rival high school football teams, and when they play against each other in the Homecoming game, someone has to lose.)

Now is Night by angelwarm | T | 7798 “Glad to see you haven’t sold out,” Harry murmurs. He’s leaned up against the lockers, body long and sweeping. Louis grabs a notebook from the top shelf and slams his locker shut. His smile is small, wry. “We all sell out in different ways.” “Have I?” Harry’s hair is getting longer—brown curls falling into his face. For what feels like ages, Louis traces each of his features in his mind, the way Harry’s grown into his nose, the reddening of his lips that always makes it look like he’s just bitten into strawberries. The last piece they played together before Harry quit was Frances Lai’s Love Story, and—and nothing. If anything came of it, it allowed Louis to believe in coincidence, in the random events of the universe, in the reality that there was no point to any event. No meaning, unless he assigned it meaning. Louis readjusts the cigarette behind his ear. “Of course not, Styles. Once a golden boy, always a golden boy.” [high school au where labels are a Thing only sometimes and people talk]

Assumptions by lovelylounatic | E | 8793 Harry is a the quarterback, Louis is a cheerleader. Bestfriends help each other out a bit after a big win.

fire for a heart by alnima | M | 28378 “Then how come I’ve never noticed him before?” Louis asks, because he knows everyone. Or well, he knows most everyone. That’s his thing. He knows people. That doesn’t mean he’s friends with them or that he likes them all – or that they like him – but still. Zayn somehow slipped under his radar and he doesn’t understand how. Zayn is—Louis would have noticed him. “He’s shy. He’s not really concerned about being known,” Liam says, like that’s an explanation for it. And maybe it is. Maybe not everyone wants the world to know their name like Louis does. “And why are you so concerned about him? Do you like him or something?” “I don’t even know him, Liam, don’t be ridiculous.” Or the one where Louis is on the football team, Zayn is in yearbook, and they make it work.

bloodsport by tofiveohfive | E | 40283 “You know how our next game is against the Cardinals, right? You remember how vicious those guys can get. I wanted us to come up with some plays, maybe work on a block from the left—” Louis stops when he hears a chuckle. He doesn’t think he’s said anything particularly funny, so he turns to Harry, waiting for an explanation. “‘S funny, ‘s all.” Harry throws his finished bottle somewhere near the other discarded ones. “This is the first time you’re talking to me in eight months, and it’s still about football.”

[fave fics 3/?]

hush. by @wankerville | 41k

Harry leaned in closer, Louis was sure of it that time; his breath smelled like grapes and was hot over Louis’ face. He whispered, rubbing slow circles into Louis’ hand. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

Louis’ heart stopped. It stopped and down came every single one of the walls he built to keep his secret safe. To hide away his thoughts and feelings and urges for boys. A crumbled mess of vulnerability was all that was left and out flooded every quick glance, unconscious daydream, midnight wank.

“Not here.”

hi sweetheart!! so i finished it awhile ago but my friend and i send quotes to each other that we like from fics so i was able to find a few : ) and i picked out short lines bc it’s a bio and ones i thought would work for that, but if you don’t like these let me know!! 💓

“(I’ll never let my hand slip away from the gravity of your fingers, I promise.)”

“Because I fell in love with you in the way falling in love with someone is supposed to make you feel like: brand new.”

“his mum always taught him to admire pretty things, and Harry isn’t a thing, but goddamn is he so pretty.”