listening to in my room by julia wolf and all i can think of is bloodymary, but specifically, the thought of ryland thinking about how he likes having simon? this was specifically inspired by @oof-ouch-yikes and their work, within a spectroscopic binary that you can read right here because that fic had me licking my feet on the plane !!!
like. imagining a morning where ryland just woke up first, staring at the sleeping simon in his bed. in his fox cardigan. the waves in the background, crashing rhythmically and softly. simon’s breathing, rustling the blankets every so often.
ryland finds himself just staring at the things around his room. his shirts all over the floor, simon’s neatly folded shirt on the dresser. their shoes plastered at the foot of the bed. ryland’s papers plastered everywhere, simon’s books in a clean stack. it’s not just his room, it’s their room. simon’s things in his room makes ryland feel..
complete. fulfilled.
he likes having simon around. things made sense.
wait.
no, that’s not it.
ryland likes simon. like. really likes him.
