I'll be explaining the stuff here. I'm not there to deny things they actually did. Just hope to be able to open some people the eyes and stop hating on people. None of the boys would be proud of you for being so disrespectful. All hate and disrespectful stuff gets reported and blocked.

Fate- it plays the most dangerous games. At least for Eleanor Calder, it did. It changed her life and reshaped her into a new person. But the question is- does she regret it?

Don't know what to say in the description but beware there will be TRIGGERS SO PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU AREN'T SURE HOW IT WILL AFFECT YOU... THE TRIGGERS WILL BE SUICIDAL!!! PLEASE DON'T HESITATE NOT TO READ THIS.

"Eleanor Calder is a poem waiting to happen, Louis thinks, eyes tracing peach flesh and the undercurrent of blue veins. He wants to write her all down, to capture the image of her noisette eyes and red lips and skinny wrists... dark ink spilled across the page." popstar!eleanor and soulful poet!louis hate will be deleted

Basically an AU short fic with a bunch of Taylor Swift songs glued together😁

Pretending she's not about to melt and become one with the ocean, Eleanor smiles and splashes water into Louis' smirking face. He's radiant, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. Eleanor watches a lone droplet of water slip down the column of Louis' neck. She longs to touch; to feel. "Do you think the moon's jealous of how pretty you are?" Eleanor doesn't really mean to say it, but she finds that she doesn't regret it either. Not when it elicits the most delicious flush to Louis' cheeks, one he tries to hide by ducking his head. It's the most bashful Eleanor has seen him all day. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- basically just eleanor being obsessed with louis for 5k words

The fact that Eleanor uses her right hand to pull the edge of the pocket open has alarm bells going off in Louis' head, and honestly, he should have known. Should have known this would happen, sooner or later, so it's not even a surprise when Eleanor works her left hand free of her jacket and there's a tiny little cat clinging to her fingers. (or that one fic where eleanor and louis adopt a cat and you squirm of cuteness throughout the whole story)

It's been seven years since his last relationship, five years since his last date. Louis doesn't think he's had a single crush since adopting his daughter. Raising Emma as a single parent was a full-time job - one that didn't allow for dating or even just nights spent at a bar. Louis doesn't think he'd even know how to ask out a cute girl now. Not that he wants to ask Emma's school teacher out for a drink or anything - that would be unprofessional. But surely he's allowed to think Emma's school teacher is super fit, right?

moonstruck: adjective [moon-struhk], dreamily romantic or bemused. It's wind and fog, and the squishing sand beneath them. It's that walk in the cold, with the endless road before them. It's summer nights and the trees, with buzzing lights around them. And it's Eleanor. It's always Eleanor.

When the doorbell to her flat rings and Eleanor walks to the door irritated and bored, she definitely doesn't expect the repairman to be so...fit. She has to keep her jaw from falling completely open when she comes face to face with the boy that'll be in her house for the next hour or so trying to fix her Netflix. And god, this is embarrassing. AU in which Eleanor's Netflix isn't working, and Louis comes over to fix it. Fluff ensues.