shane riding it crazy style in a backwards baseball hat is like level up of white crew socks as lingerie. i think it would give ilya a nosebleed
no bc shane bouncing and moaning on it in just the white crew socks and backwards baseball hat and maybe his smartwatch notifying him he's hit his cardio goal for the day would give me a nosebleed too
That was delicious. I genuinely don't think I've seen anyone line up those scene parallels so well before. This was a perfect snapshot of every branch, rock, and mattress they hit on their way down
If I ever do write another Simon Snow book, I'm doing it for the 50 or so people on Tumblr who have been cracking me up and making me feel heard for the last ten years.
Like, other people can read it, sure. But they will be extraneous.
—it's a strange feeling to finish a wip after not touching it for five months. a strange thing to finish a fic that I started over a year ago. because my writing has changed in that time. maybe not dramatically, but it's evolved. I'd like to think my craft has developed in certain ways over the past year. I've changed, as a person and a writer, but the fic itself still takes place within a three-week period. I don't want a sudden vibe shift yfm?
in the past month, I've re-read the entirety of more than a footnote multiple times, to ensure I get into the headspace, re-familiarize myself with their voices, remember all the threads I want to tie off, the themes I want to bring home in a satisfying way.
that all being said. chapter 9 is a vibe shift. ✌️
I always knew that I wanted to give my guys some time together. to be happy after all that pining angst, sure, but to also figure out what it means to be with one another in this new way. because they've still got their issues yk?
personally, I really dislike stories that end right after the two characters get together. like. it's just about to get really good?? the relationship stuff is WHERE IT'S AT for me.
so that's chapter 9. navigating the new, getting away from Watford, new scenery (including the seaside!), new characters (say hi to Niall's mums, Bridget and Paloma). I feel like the chapter has awtwb vibes. it's long. I've panicked to a couple friends about that this past week (how long is too long? are ppl gonna hate this?), but whenever I read thru my current draft, it feels like stepping into another world. it feels like a cup of tea on a rainy day. a momentary reprieve. I think I really like it. I hope you all like it, too.
one more POV to write, then it's off to betas. omg, I can't believe this one is almost over.
for today: I'm sharing a few short snippets from the chapter. nothing too long or immersive. more like a little sampling.
peace and love y'all.
we've got some moody Baz:
Baz’s smoky eyes slide over to us, lingering on where Dev’s hand rests along my waist. A flicker of pained longing crosses his face, more a facial twitch than anything else, and then smooth neutrality once more.
we've got kissing:
"If you wanna keep staring at me, I suggest you get dressed." Then I kiss him, fast and hard and a little bit filthy. "I'm leaving for breakfast in exactly five minutes."
we've got a precious mother-son moment:
“He’s happy with you.” I shoot a startled look at mum. “He always has been.”
I’m not sure what to say to that, so I swirl another piece of biscuit in my tea. It’s soggy and threatening to collapse by the time I take a bite. I press the gingery mush to the roof of my mouth and then swallow. “Did you know?” I ask quietly.
“Know what, darling?”
“That Dev, uh, has liked me?”
oh, and angst makes a reappearance:
My eyes burn with tears, and I stab my knuckles into them. Hard. Until colourful sparks light up behind my eyelids. No. I will not cry.
If I cry, I won’t be able to stop.
and:
“This isn’t just a party.” His voice the crack of a whip, the snap of a tree branch in the middle of a storm.
and:
Dev sinks to his knees in the sand, his spine curved against the sky. I drop beside him, not really knowing what the fuck I’m supposed to do, but stroking his hair anyway because if I’ve learned one thing this past week, it’s that Dev secretly loves tender touch.
and we've got more sex:
My back hits the mattress with a soft thump, and Niall climbs on top of me, his legs straddling my waist. He drags his nose along the curve of my neck, inhaling deeply. “God, you smell so good,” he rasps, and then latches his teeth onto my skin, sucking hard with the intent to mark.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, as he bites a second kiss over my pulse point.
I’m gonna carry his bruises tomorrow, and that thought wrings another moan out of me.
thank you for the tag today @leithillustration (hell yeah mermay content!!)
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