many moons have come and gone (hs/lt)

[dangerbears]

title: many moons have come and gone
pairing: harry styles/louis tomlinson
disclaimer: hilariously untrue.
word count: ~8,500
summary: they can never seem to communicate when it matters. but it's all love, anyway. SEQUEL TO blackjacks running down my back.
notes: um, so from what i've gathered, 'blackjacks' was kind of a hit with y'all, so i

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[myffs]

ok. i don't quite know what to do with myself right now. just. i love you so much at this moment, you have no idea. i'm so happy i could cry. i can't believe you actually wrote a sequel to blackjacks, and, even better, you wrote a angsty sequel to blackjacks.

i feel so much for these characters, it's so ridiculous, i just want to, like, yk when you want to see a character through their whole life? see how they overcome every obstacle, how they grow and become a better person and everything? (no? ok, just me then) i feel exactly like this about the LouisandHarry of this story, idek, ridiculous.

anyway, the point is: THE ANGSSSSST! i love fluffy, fluffy is good, but angst is great. i guess i'm some sort of masochist that enjoys every single chest pain that angst gives and ask for more, especially when is beautifully written like it was here. it's like, the more it hurts, the more it could get better in the end? the more i crave for the fallout? i don't know how to explain, i just really like angst and i loved your angst very much, because i was kinda expecting, idk, maybe a fight, a few shouts? but this passive thing was so so great, because in this story they speak their minds through music and it's my favorite thing. now please, please do tell me how did you managed to find a ke$ha song, of all things, named 'the harold song' that fits perfectly with the plot???? lmfao

the playlist. so, yk, you are already bawling because they are not speaking to each other and sleeping alone and everything is sad, then 'there goes a imagine dragons pain' and 'here, have some tegan and sara hurt', and i swear to god, it's like you are going through my favorite bands list, like you are shouting at me "PLEASE LOVE ME, I'M ACTUALLY A PERFECT HUMAN BEING". and you gave me feels with spice girls. first taylor fucking swift, now spice girls. in your next story you could pull off some britney spears shit and i'd still be clutching my chest in absolute agony. what i'm saying is, every mix you make goes straight to my ipod and then those songs come by surprise in the middle of the day and i catch myself having feelings and wanting to read the story all over again.

basically, all my comments for you are so stupid, they are all some sort of variation of how much i loved everything, and how emotionally unstable i am everytime i read something new, and i'm sure you totally take me as an obsessive lunatic, but, you know what, it's all on you. all your fault with these precious plots and writing and banters and tears and i just :( i loved this, i loved the writing, i love you. i'm forever thankful that you are kind enough to share your beautiful mind with us.