#btl update

[thehoneyedhufflepuff]

BTL update. this was my original plan & y’all agreed on IG! who knows how long this will take me, but the ball is rolling. i’ve been writing for about a week now, chapter 21 is up to 7k words, i just finished a physical outline. things are happening 🥲🦖

[thehoneyedhufflepuff]

day 12 🖋

instead of using a prompt, i drew a little something out of chapter 20 of btl. we’ll say the prompt was “after.”

“And then he’d stepped into my space, & pushed some stray pieces of hair behind my ear, & looked at me in that infuriatingly handsome Snow-in-glasses way he does. And kissed me on the mouth. And when he pulled away, he said, “Your brain’s being an arsehole.”

“It made me smile.”

—Baz, chapter 20 of Between the Lines 🦖💛💙🦖

also yeah i cheated & did his dinos digitally because otherwise it would’ve been a Disaster

click images for better quality 💜

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Only With You: a Between the Lines fic

Rating: Explicit

Words: 6700

Summary: Dev & Niall ring in the new year together as always, with a little something extra. (Takes place after chapter 18 of Between the Lines)

A/N: Hey y'all!

Uhhh, I'm back with another DeNiall fic. (Here's the first, in case you missed it.) Because they wouldn't leave me alone. Also it's Star Wars Day today, so it felt right to honor Dev in this way. I really, really wanted to have next chapter of BTL out today—today's its first birthday!!!—but alas. So here's a little something set in that 'verse instead.

Honestly, the support I've gotten for DeNiall in this 'verse has been unreal, & I don't know how to properly thank y'all for that. So...porn.

Hope y'all enjoy!

Thanks as always to @warriorbeeofthesea & @f-ing-ruthless-baz for the support & beta help. Thank you as well to @pipsqueakparker for betaing & & for the fervent DeNiall support 💜🙏🏼💜

DEV

"Wonder how B's faring," Niall says. 

He's stood there, the moon casting shadows from the trees on his skin as he blows smoke from his petrol station cigar. (This is what we do on New Year's: go out to the woods to get trolleyed and smoke. Used to be I'd nick some of my dad's cigars and alcohol—top-shelf sort of thing—but we're old enough to buy our own shit now.) (Pretty sure Dad knew, anyway.) (I thought about nicking stuff tonight, for old time’s sake. Then I decided I’ve fucked with him enough for one visit.) (Really, I vacillated between thinking it’d be a shit idea and a good one. Like maybe it'd—I don’t know—instill a sense of normalcy or something.)

I take a sip of cider, then swirl what’s left around inside the can. (I honestly didn’t think I’d be up for drinking tonight. Not after I spent the start of this trip legless and chundering into Daphne’s rose bushes. My appetite’s back, though, and so’s my taste for alcohol, apparently. Also it’s tradition. Or I guess we’re making it tradition. Three years, now.) "Getting some, hopefully," I say.

Niall taps my boot with his. "You're worried about him."

I cut my eyes to him. Fuck, but he’s a vision. I know I get on Baz for his smoking all the time, but there’s something about seeing Niall do it. Just once a year. I feel like that bloke from that vine. Wow. "Darling, it'll be a cold day in hell if I ever stop worrying about Baz bloody Pitch."

I’m not worried about Baz, not exactly. Salisbury’s a good bloke; he’ll take care of him. I’m more worried Baz won’t take care of Baz, but that’s always. And I’m more focused on Niall than I am Baz at the moment, anyway.

We’ve only kissed since the other night at mine. Also we’ve had some questionable—and titillating—phone conversations. Some even more questionable—and titillating—texts, probably, which mostly just had him worried I’d accidentally sext the group chat. (His fears weren’t unfounded, and Baz nearly blew his stack, I think.) 

Anyway, we’ve only kissed since. Since. Which is fine. I’ve just spent the last few nights longing for my dorm and whacking it to my beautiful memories. 

I’ve got hope for tonight. Immeasurable hope. We’re alone. In the woods. A little tipsy. Also my arse looks smashing in these jeans, if I do say so myself. 

I tap his boot with mine as I finish off my cider and crumple the can. Toss it to the ground (I'll pick it up later). "Don't want to talk about Baz, anyway."

I'd much rather talk about the possibility of getting off with you just now…

I wonder if he can see the way I’m staring at his mouth. The way his lips keep curling around the cigar…

It’s doing things to me. 

“Do you want to talk at all?” Niall says, flicking ash. 

I raise an eyebrow at him and glance down at his mouth again. He huffs through his nose, little swirls of steam rising on the air.

Then he sets the cigar against his lips, and pulls, and then pulls me to him by the back of my neck. Our mouths’re just barely touching as he gives me the smoke, as I take it, as it fills me, and I let it go…

There’s not much of a drug in a petrol station cigar, but it’s still absolutely fucking intoxicating. Like I finally know what’s meant by that saying, going weak in the knees . Leave it to Niall fucking Sheridan to have me bloody swooning, Jesus.

Keep reading on AO3

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+ sexy saturday since I didn't participate yesterday (can we pretend the BTL update was my contribution?)

everything is a blur & tags have gotten lost in my notes so forgive me if I miss you. thank you for tagging me (either yesterday or today) @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire @llamapyjamas @xivz @sourcherrymagiks @foolofabookwyrm @waywardfangirl @ninemagicks 💜💜💜

I have written exactly 0 new words since finishing chapter 19. so i’mma share a BTL thing i’m working on instead (just hashed out these shapes really quick & they’re messy but):

also, here's what's currently slated as the 1st sentence of chapter 20 (spoiler if you've not read 19 yet):

lol wait I lied I have written something since yesterday. it is one sentence, & it is this:

& while I'm at it, here's this.

🦖💛💙🦖

way too late for tags but I can’t recall ever missing a six sentence sunday so i had to do it 💜

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discovering a typo 7 hours after I posted like hm guess I'm cancelled now 😂

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I woke up early this morning, checked BTL comments (thank you so much to everyone who's left one!), bought turnips, then fell back asleep & had a dream that I published the chapter with an unfinished scene or like...notes to self....& y'all had already read it

so basically this fic haunts me even in my dreams 🦖

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So I had so much formatting to do on this chapter that I totally overlooked adding screenshots. So here are these for those of y’all who’ve read it already & were wondering wtf the blank texts were lmaoooo

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the war with photobucket is over.

I finally took the time to move all the photos in BTL over to flickr, which wasn't the time-consuming part (html formatting is annoying). Only one photo is still hosted on photobucket & I'm leaving it for now. Otherwise y'all can now enjoy BTL again with all the memes unhindered. Like these:

& these:

& of course, this:

Welcome back to the full BTL experience lmao & thanks for your patience 💜

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