#its a lot lighter than LA (and shorter lmao) which i certainly need atm after The Year I Had

[yannfredericks]

yannfredericks please i have to know

will life after ever be updated again or is it dead in the ground i need to know to sleep peacefully again

i’m ur biggest fan i just need to know

this made me laugh :'))) rest assured it's definitely not dead in the ground!!! and it's been plaguing me for over a year now about updating it, but unfortunately the 30k+ words that I currently have sitting in the doc are nowhere near up to scratch for posting and, tbh, are not very good/from when I first started writing it and aren't particularly true to the fic or where it's headed anymore, so i have A Lot of work to do.

I just moved home last week after a year of living interstate (which, frankly, did an unexpected number on my mental health and put a complete stop to any mental energy I had for creative tasks such as writing) and so I'm in the process of settling back in atm. The good news is that even a week being back at home has already reignited the writing itch and i've managed a thousand or so words so I'm hopeful my inspo and ability will come back now that I'm in a better space!!!! AND THEN!!! I hope to be able to update and finish this beast of a thing <3

I hope you can sleep now!!! thanks so much for caring and not pressuring me <33 here's a little snippet of what I've been working on if you were interested:

“I really didn’t mean to upset you. I promise I haven’t told Alexa anything, I mean, she wouldn’t judge you even if I did—”

Gobsmacked, Albus hisses, “It’s not about her judging me, it’s my private business!”

James goes wide eyed and hurriedly steps inside and closes the door behind him.

“Sorry, of course, I know that.” He tries to placate. “Of course it’s your business, but you do know everyone’s seen you guys hooking up at parties, right? You don’t really do much to hide it.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Albus spits, the heat of embarrassment engulfing him. As well as the remembered heat of Scorpius’s mouth, his breath against Albus’s face, his roaming hands. The way he hadn’t been able to stop laughing the last time they’d kissed. “That’s not—that’s not even anything—”

“No, no, sorry,” James attempts to backtrack. It’s the most Albus has ever heard him apologise to him—to anyone. “I’m really, really bad at this. I guess I just meant that even though I haven’t said anything, she might still have guessed. Or seen. And that’s not a bad thing. It’s really not a big deal.”

Albus chews on his lip. Tries to breathe. Slowly. How is he supposed to…

“It is a big deal to me.” He says after thinking for a moment. “It’s… it’s a really big thing for me.”

James’s pained face shatters further. Albus rubs a tired hand across his own. This is exhausting. Still, he knows what it’s like to constantly make things worse. Merlin, does he know what that’s like.

“Fuck,” James sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “of course it is, Albus, I didn’t mean it like that. Can I just—can I give you a hug?”