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get to know me 💕
in terms of my url you can call me freya, forest or fay i don't really mind
louis tomlinson is the love of my life
i miss harry styles
ot5
occasional steddie thoughts
i LOVE classic literature and history
i am a beta/reader/writer
(referencing my bio) this is the image i'm talking about
under the cut are my fics/fics i have beta-ed for if you want to check them out!
Fics i have beta-ed for:
Blue moon by @aquietlarrie
it’s the late 50’s. times are ‘simple’. rock n roll is in full swing. vinyl, music and dancing are the primary ways of entertaining yourself, and in a time where loving someone of the same sex is illegal, two strangers catch each other’s eyes across a dancefloor and do just that.
over the span of a year and in between two cities, harry and louis happen to find each other at just the right time. through a hot and heavy summer and a bitter winter, their journey is one of self; self discovery, self-acceptance and self love. this is a story of navigating sexuality in a time where man and woman are the only accepted forms of love by law, where learning to hide your love for someone becomes a matter of survival and safety. a story where above everything, they stick together and weather the storm. its hard, incredibly hard, but no matter the road, it's one worth taking
or the self indulgent 50’s au where i wanted a safe space to explore the culture, history, and sexuality of being gay in a time when it was extremely difficult to do so. includes, lots of questionable dancing, healing your inner child, and one heck of an emotional ride.
I'll put a spell on You by @cc-horan28 and @elmeiko88
Harry is a witch with half a cat's head tattooed on his chest who is desperate to find what he misses most.
Zayn is a lonely guardian who wouldn't say no to finding the dog of his life.
Louis is a cat who doesn't like… Cats. And who may have other problems of his own to deal with.
Niall is a… Well Niall…
And oh, look, Liam is a golden retriever…
come home to me by @aquietlarrie
set over a decade and between differing countries, harry and louis are childhood best mates where by the life choices they'd made in their youth, inevitably end up separated from one another. harry travels the world, whilst louis stays home at uni. as ever, life has it's ways of bringing them back together, but it's never the right time for them no matter how entangled with each other they become. unconditional, and at times, frustratingly blind through sheer stubborn will, the two of them navigate their early to late twenties together until they can no longer carry on and a decision needs to be made.
or an exploration into how the ages of seventeen to your late twenties can feel anything but stable. a realistic, and sometimes confrontational deep dive into healing yourself as a whole away from the one you love the most, sprinkle in a relationship dynamic where boundaries of said friendship are blurred with codependency and jealousy, and the complexities of such emotions are explored.
Fics i have written:
Hey baby, i think i wanna marry you
Harry is 16 in some shitty ass hotel room in god knows where, smelling like sweat and weed, adrenaline still pleasantly fizzing through his body post-concert and he is hopelessly, desperately, ass over tits in love with the boy dancing in his arms.
(or the self-indulgent one shot that i wrote in half an hour)
My coffee black (my bed at three)
Louis blinks his eyes open, vision slowly focusing as he sits up and surveys the man in front of him. Chocolate curls spill over the pillow, long limbs splay over the bed, one thrown haphazardly over louis’ own thigh, an expanse of pale skin against paler sheets bunched up just under the sharp points of love handles.
He was ethereal.
Love's Fucking Embarrassing
When Harry downloaded Grindr, this was not what he expected to be using it for.
But he’s desperate.
Moving from small-town Homes Chapel to big-city London was a struggle, to say the least, and that was before he managed to break his bathroom sink on the first night.
Superstition
Harry has a pretty simple life: school, work at the local flower boutique, and Sunday night dance parties with her two black cats, Matilda and Anna, to RAYE’s 21st Century Blues. Everything fits, slotted in with the fabric fibres of her life—organised chaos, as she likes to call it. That is, until the moving trucks pull up outside Harry's apartment complex, and someone starts moving into the previously empty flat next door.
(or a shamelessly self-indulgent girl direction fic because our fandom deserves more of them)
