Y’all I am just....... writing away at something and I have to say I am IN LOVE with how this is coming out. I can’t wait to finish it and put it out there. It has me feeling like it’s March again, like I’m fresh in the fandom and just pouring out tons of content. I’ve written 6k in two days. I think this universe and this story and this story is going to be so fun I just.... I can’t wait!
He throws the door open and takes off running. "Fuck you, asshole!" the worker yells after him. His heavy boots thunk along the sidewalk as he runs, lungs burning and heart racing and the thrill of it wild under his skin. His jacket is stuffed full and jangling like Santa's sack of toys. The wind toussels his hair; he's overdue for a haircut. He cuts through the park when he hears sirens. He knows this city better than they ever will.
I've been writing too much dramatic/sad stuff I think. If anyone has a cheerful/cute/happy prompt please send it my way! I need to switch direction for a bit.
Here’s a little bit of what I’m working on, the sequel to settle down, lightning blood
The house they’d moved into had sat empty for a while, the landlord described it as a ‘fixer-upper’ and she wasn’t wrong. Even once they’d moved in; Ned and Zach, Keith and him, it had seemed so empty. The house stood, alone at the end of a long dead-end street, cavernous with its whitewashed floors and tobacco stained walls, for a year before they walked in the door; it has stood for a year since then, and years to come.
The noise of this, though, all of his friends laughing and Ryan’s voice echoing off the tile in the bathroom and Ned drumming along on the table; Keith screeching out lyrics and making Ryan cut off in an abrupt laugh, like it was startled out of him. It’s all so warm it hits him like a stone; like he’s been falling and falling for years and finally found a place to land. It’s love.
“You all sound terrible,” he says, but the smirk on his face and laugh in his voice betray him. Ryan’s head pokes out of the bathroom, where he’s shaving down the sides of his head, and the music is playing loud through the stereo. Ryan’s face lights up, and Shane is struck by how beautiful he is.
Because this is fun also here's a teaser from a secret project I've been working on with someone.
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He has a few hours before he has to go pick her up. The dryer is humming in the other room and the dishwasher dings to let him know it's done and he's folding up her little shirts. His baby girl is starting school, growing up, and the thought sits somewhere in his gut like a warm burn, like a shot of whiskey. It’s the oddest feeling; not quite fear and not quite happiness; something like feeling nostalgia for things that haven’t happened. Obi bounces up on the bed and rubs himself along Shane’s arm, so he reaches over and scratches at his head and back while he purrs content. And really, he thinks while he looks over at the orange cat who flops onto his side on Maize’s bed, content is the word of the day.
Tagged by @theawfuledges so here's 6 sentences from chapter 5 of the FratDemon Romcom oh, try to break me down
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"It's beautiful," Shane says from behind him. "All of it is, really. This whole damn world."
He comes around and sits next to Ryan. The two of them sit and look out over the water for a while, watching the sun soak into the sea and the sky fade out to an impossible shade of violet. "How'd you get out of the house?" Ryan asks.