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mitts2002 · 3 years

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JJK pottery dates

Hii I've already made a separate inumaki fic on this so he won't be included. I was originally meant to do this for one character but I've decided to do multiple cause I can😌 Also I've never done pottery so I'm just winging this!

Itadori Yuuji

Yuuji would assume that he's gonna be a natural at pottery despite being both your first time

But yuuji would definitely not care about the end result of it

As long as he has a good time with (Y/N) that's all that matters

He'll accidentally use too much strength when handling the clay. Instructor tells him he's too heavy handed

(Y/N) on the other hand is doing pretty well. Shes almost done shaping and is ready to add some decorations

This is when Yuuji realises he does care about the end result because his looks like a complete mess

To cheer him up (Y/N) engraves Yuujis name into her pot and gives it to him as a gift.

You also offer to take yuujis piece in return

(Y/N) uses yuujis clay thing as a place for small trinkets and earrings

Yuuji uses (Y/N)s pot to plant a cactus

The couple had decided to go on a cute little pottery date for their first date, so why was Yuuji pouting in the corner?

Well at first (Y/N) and Yuuji were having a great time together. Messing around and quoting stupid memes and movie references was just their thing so when it was actually their turn to make something Yuuji had no idea what he was doing.

(Y/N) despite messing around with him had actually paid attention to the instructor and was doing just fine which made matters even worse for Yuuji. He assumed this would be a piece of cake when in reality it wasn't.

"Yuuji stop sobbing in the corner babe, it doesn't even look that bad!" You clearly lied to him but you knew it was for his own good.

"NO ITS TRASH look at yours (Y/N) so nice and pretty no one would ever want mine! Now I'll never be the world's best pottery maker" Yuuji babbled on just being his overdramatic self.

"Well I'd love love yours! I could put my jewellery in it, I needed a new trinket box anyways" you quickly thought on the spot and sighed in relief when Yuujis head perked up

"Really?" Yuuji sniffled and grabbed onto your waist. "Yeah and ill carve your name into mine! Then give it to you as a gift. Equivalent exchange" you winked at Yuuji knowing its an offer he couldn't refuse.

"Okay deal" Yuuji sat back next to you working on your trinket box while your worked on carving his name into his plant pot.

Choso

Choso was trying to learn more about the 21st century

How did he do this? By binge watching old rom coms on netflix.

In the middle of one of the movies a pottery scene comes up and chosos eyes couldn't shine more bright.

He loved the idea. It was a great way to spend your time with your loved one.

Choso immediately rang (Y/N) and demanded she arrange a date, which she did

You and Choso couldn't find any classes near you but looking at Chosos pout and puppy dog eyes begging to find a way you had no choice.

(Y/N) did the next best thing and decided to buy a beginners home kit. Now you both sat in the living room with newspapers littering the table and large aprons on yourselves.

"Okay so let's read the instructions first" you picked up the small booklet and looked over to Chosos who couldn't contain his excitement.

His buns were a little messier than usual as he rushed them the moment the package arrived but he still looked cute nonetheless. "Let me set it up then I guess we can try make a bowl? That seems to be the easiest option" you suggested while flicking through the pages and setting things up.

"Can we make a plant pot? I wanna give yuuji a plant for his birthday" Choso proposed. "Aww that's actually a great idea yuuji would love it!" You exclaimed in return and motioned him to come closer as you were ready to begin.

Choso had sat you in between his legs and leaned his head on your shoulder. His hairs tickled you and butterflys fluttered in your stomach when Choso began to kiss your cheeks slowly inching down to you neck.

"Oi behave" you ordered trying to sound intimidating but just burst out in laughter instead. "Fine sorry sorry let's focus on the pot" Choso apologised giving one last kiss to your head.

The pot was forming nicely but was a bit wonkey due to the hand size difference between you both.

Neither of you could care though, the intimacy of his hands on yours, music playing in the background and laughter filling the room from your stupid stories and Chosos dad jokes he recently learnt was just what Choso wanted.

The plant pot had turned out to be very cute and Yuuji ended up loving it.

Kamo Noritoshi

Kamo noritoshi was brought up in a strict household

During his childhood he was expected to be talented in many areas

Archery, studying, drawing, poetry, crochet, painting and even pottery were part of the many skills kamo noritoshi had devloped

The moment (Y/N) had learnt that the vase and other ornaments in noritoshis room were hand crafted by him she wanted to learn too

Now Noritoshi is sitting here behind his girlfriend teaching her how to make a vase because she wouldn't stop pestering him

"Noriii STOP being so perfect!" (Y/N) had yelled at her confused boyfriend who was simply decorating his clay piece.

"You wanted to do pottery with me and now your doing it. What's the problem?" Norotoshi sighed and turned to look at your vase. If he could even call it that.

"If you were struggling you could've asked me for help" Noritoshi scolded while your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Yeah well I wanted to do it myself" you whined and crossed your arms in defeat.

"FINE help me please it's way harder than it looks" you admitted as nori made his way over to you.

"Firstly you need to be more gentle, it's wet clay not a damn rock (Y/N)" he corrected you and put his hands upon yours.

"Your hands are cold" you whispered to him feeling his slightly calloused hands touch yours.

"Focus (Y/N)" he responded equally as quiet as you. The room fell into a comfortable silence as your and nori moulded your vase together.

When it was finally finished you kissed noritoshi on the cheek. His cheeks turned slightly red but he kept his composure.

"It's fine (Y/N) just don't break it okay" the black haired male reminded you since you were quite clumsy.

"I promise I won't! But next time you have to do this call me and I'll join"

After this date, pottery became a common occurance for (Y/N) and Noritoshi. (Y/N) kept her promise and still fills her vase with flowers nori buys her to this day.

Okkotsu Yuta

Yuta okkotsu was a nervous wreck

You were given free tickets to a pottery event and asked Yuuta if he would accompany you

Of course he agreed without realising what he was actually getting himself into

The couple were currently at the event extremely close to make a bowl together

Yuuta could feel your hair on his skin and wanted to lean closer to bask in your presence

The moment he finally mustered the courage to lean onto your shoulder a little interruption had scared you both

'Okay Yuuta you got this. My wonderful (Y/N) is focused on the bowl so just slowly lean onto her' Yuuta thought to himself before looking towards his hands that were on yours. 'I GOT THIS' Yuuta had slowly inched closer while you continuously spoke so close to achieving his goal.

"IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!' a young girl with pigtails and pink bobbles yelled at Yuuta. The pair had jumped and practically ruined their bowl but yuuta couldn't care less. His chance was ruined.

"Yuuta she asked you a question" you reminded him and causing the black haired male to turn back to the small girl

"Ah yes this is my girlfriend" He responded with a small blush. "Well she's very pretty!" The cute child exclaimed.

"Thank you sweetie you're very cute too" (Y/N) cooed at the small girl and patted yutas arm telling him to compliment her aswell. Before yuuta could speak the young girl had beat him to it.

"OH YOU MUST BE ON A DATE! Sorry I ruined your bowl" she apologised looking down in guilt for interrupting you both.

"No no it's okay don't worry about it" Yuuta reasured and patted her head giving her a soft smile. (Y/N) blushed at the sight of her loving boyfriend with a child and gave the girl a quick high five before she scurried off to her parents.

"Wasn't she the sweetest little girl yuuta?" You asked and got a small 'hm' in response. "Our bowls a bit messy but I think we can salvage it right? Come closer so we can fix it properly" you grabbed his arms pulling him closer to you. Maybe that little interruption helped him after all.

#yuuji itadori x reader #itadori x reader #choso x reader #kamo noritoshi x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #jjk fluff #noritoshi fluff #yuuta okkotsu #jjk yuuta #jjk yuuji #jjk choso #jjk noritoshi

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cali-holland · 4 years

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The Only Exception- Harrison Osterfield One Shot

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Prompt: Being in love with your best friend is hard, but it’s even more difficult when he doesn’t believe in love (College AU)

Word Count: 4400

Warnings: Swearing; drinking; making out?? Haz being a bit of a fuckboy??

Masterlist Harrison Osterfield Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

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Harrison didn’t believe in love. He didn’t fall in love. He did a lot of things, but he didn’t fall in love.

Unlike you, his best friend.

You believed in love. You fell in love. A lot. And when you were in love, you were madly passionate about him.

Unlike Harrison because he simply didn’t fall in love.

“C’mon, just this once.” You begged, trying to get him to watch your all-time favorite movie, The Princess Bride.

“No way.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“Why not? You veto all of my movies.” You pouted. Harrison sat down beside you on the sofa, a bowl of popcorn in his hands. You moved the blanket so that it was covering both of you and he set the bowl down in his lap.

“I hate rom coms. True love? It’s just bullshit.” He said before shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth. It was the same argument every Thursday with him. For the past few years, you and Harrison would have regular movie nights on every Thursday night, and every Thursday (when it was your turn to choose) you would suggest a rom com. You only allowed him to veto the genre because you didn’t want him choosing any sort of horror movie.

“No, it’s not.” You shook your head, continuing to search Netflix for a good flick.

“It totally is. Look at you and Anthony. How long did that true love last?” He raised his eyebrows at you as he smirked.

“Eight months.” You grumbled. You turned to look at Harrison, “What about you and Lily?”

“Long term friends with benefits.” He corrected you. “We weren’t dating. We never even held hands.”

“Oh, right. Forgot about your ridiculous rules.” You rolled your eyes, looking back at the TV.

Harrison had three rules when it came to his “relationships”:

1. No holding hands because that’s “far too intimate”- you just liked to mock him for being scared of coodies.

2. No pet names because they create attachment. “Haz” was only acceptable in bed.

3. No cuddling because, again, it’s too intimate.

And you were the unspoken exception to all three of those rules, which was why you were technically cuddled up to him right now.

“They’re not ridiculous. They’re established boundaries.” He argued.

“Please, you only established those boundaries to keep yourself from falling in love.” You fired back.

“I like my rules, okay? They’re better than falling in love with every person that lays eyes on me.” He quipped.

“I do not.” You protested.

“Fourth rule. You can’t mock me for my lack of love life when you also don’t have a love life.” Harrison stated as he shoved some more popcorn in his mouth.

“You can’t involve me in your stupid rules.”

“Yes, I can. I just did.”

“Whatever.” You sighed, “How does ‘John Wick’ sound?”

“Completely unromantic, so I’ll take it.” He smiled, smugly. You shoved his shoulder as you started the movie.

“What are you doing Saturday?” You asked quietly. The movie played on in the background, but you weren’t paying much mind to it.

“Probably just going out.” Harrison shrugged. You knew exactly what that meant; he’d go out for drinks with Tom or any number of other friends and find some hot broad to hook up with for the night. “What’s up?’

“My sorority’s having a formal. Anthony was supposed to go with me, but,” You trailed off. You weren’t sure why you were so quiet about the subject; it’s not like Harrison hadn’t been your ‘date’ to events before. He was your prom date back in high school because your boyfriend had, of course, broken up with you just beforehand. Harrison stepped in to save the day like he always did; no matter which boy broke your heart, you always had Harrison by your side. He was the one who’d help you through a bad breakup- and you were the one who’d help him through a bad hangover.

“Do you want me to come?” He asked.

“Yes.” You admitted, “I just know everyone else has a date, but I don’t want to disrupt your boys’ night.”

“Of course I’ll go with you.” He replied with a soft smile. “I’ve got you.”

And so, just two days later, Harrison stood in his bedroom, unsure of which tie to wear for your formal. You had sent him a picture of your dress, but that wasn’t much help.

“You going somewhere?” Tom asked as Harrison came into the living room in his dress shirt and slacks.

“Which tie looks better?” Harrison held up the two ties by his neck.

“The one on the left.” He replied, still eyeing his roommate skeptically. Harrison tossed the back up tie on the couch and quickly began to tie the one Tom had chosen. “Where are you going? You don’t wear ties for dates.”

“Y/N’s got a formal.” He answered, looking in the mirror and checking his tie.

“Are you two dating yet?” Tom laughed from his spot on the sofa.

“Dating? No.” Harrison shook his head as if his friend had just said something blasphemous. “That’d be gross.”

“You’ve been friends for how long? You’re so into her, mate.”

“I’m not into her. Besides, I don’t do relationships and all Y/N does is relationships.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe you’re so afraid of commitment because you’re in love with your best friend, but you’re too scared to admit it?”

“Just because you’re seeing a psych major doesn’t mean you get to say shit like that. And I’m not in love with her!” Harrison shouted as he rushed back to his bedroom.

“Whipped.” Tom muttered. Harrison’s tie dilemma had set him back and now he was running late. He pulled on his shoes and grabbed his jacket, quickly putting it on. He checked his hair (and teeth) one last time in the mirror and sprayed one last thing of cologne before heading out the door.

“What took you so long?’ You huffed when he finally arrived at your place to pick you up.

“Couldn’t choose a tie.” Harrison explained as you reached over to straighten it.

“Well, I like this one. It brings out your eyes.” You said as he drove off towards the formal’s event center with a confident smile on his face.

~~~

A few weeks passed after your formal and Harrison found himself pondering on Tom’s words. Was his fear of commitment because he was into you? He refused to even consider the option that he was in love with you- that was ridiculous. Him being in love? With you? That’s the best joke he’s heard all year. Besides, there was no way you could possibly be in love with him.

“Haz? Harrison!” You snapped your fingers in front of his face, drawing him out of his deep thought- about you.

“Yeah?” He asked, blinking away his thoughts. His eyes hurt, but he was sure that was from pulling an all-night because here the two of you were, in the library’s 24-hour section, deep in midterm season. He removed his glasses to rub his eyes, groaning, “What’d I miss?”

“I was just asking if you had plans on Friday.” You said.

“I was going to go out. What’s up?”

“Well, my friend-”

“You’re not trying to set me up with anyone, are you?” Harrison peered at you questioningly.

“It’s just a double date.”

“A double what now?” He asked, not quite sure if he heard you right. He began to fiddle with the pages of his business textbook nervously.

“A double date.” You stated, “You know, a date where two people who like each other hang out alone, and it becomes a double date with a second couple there?” Harrison decided to ignore the fact that your description of a date was just the romantic version of anytime that he hangs out with you. “As I was saying, my friend, Maggie, knows this guy, and she wants to set me up with him. To avoid the whole awkward blind date thing because I hate that, Maggie suggested a double date.”

“So I’d be Maggie’s date?”

“Yes. You don’t have to actually be into her, but just- can you come along so I can just meet the other guy? He sounds like a great guy.” You pleaded, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Y/N, you know I don’t-”

“Haz, please.” You pouted this time, putting your hands on top of his.

“Alright, but just for you.” He caved. “Yay!” You smiled as Harrison thought to himself ‘I could look at that smile for days’. He quickly shook those thoughts from his head, turning back to the book in front of him. He was absolutely not into you.

When Friday came around, Harrison told you he’d pick you up, just like for your formal. He stood in his bedroom, looking at himself shirtless in the mirror. He had three button-up shirts in his hands and he was trying to decide which one would look better on him. His room was trashed from him digging through his closet just to find the right jeans. He didn’t really go on double dates- in fact, he’s never been on one, so he didn’t know what he was expected to wear. He let out a sigh, looking over at his open door as Tom passed by his room with his eyes glued to his phone.

“Tom, come here for a second.” Harrison called out to him. Tom stood in the hallway, eyebrows raised at his friends’ condition. “I’ve narrowed it down to three shirts. Which one?”

“Middle one.” Tom replied almost immediately. Harrison had to admit, the other two were awful compared to the middle one, and he didn’t know why he had them as options. “Got a nice date?”

“Y/N wants to go on a double date.” He explained, pulling on the shirt and buttoning it up.

“You’re finally going on a date with her?” Tom asked in disbelief.

“No.” Harrison shook his head quickly. “Her friend is introducing her to this guy, and I’m going out with that friend tonight.”

“So you’re going to sit through Y/N being on a date?”

“I’ve done it before.”

“Yeah, but you’re always a grump about it the next day and you’re always hungover the next day.”

“I gotta go or else I’ll be late.” Harrison said, shaking off his roommate. With one last check in the mirror, he was ready to go and practically bounded out the door to his car.

“You’re looking sharp.” You stated, getting into the passenger seat of his car when he pulled up to your house.

“You look good.” Harrison replied once he had taken in your outfit of a simple floral dress.

“We’re going to that pizza place downtown.” You told him and he drove off, heading for your destination.

“So what’s Maggie like?” He asked.

“She’s a total sweetheart. I met her in my econ class last semester.” You said and he hummed in acknowledgement, “You don’t have to like her.”

“Depends on the beer at the pizza place, maybe I’ll like her a lot.” Harrison joked, making you playfully punch him in the shoulder.

“She’s nice.”

“I don’t like nice girls. That’s all I’m saying.” He shrugged with a chuckle.

“Don’t get drunk on this date, for me?” You pleaded, already knowing where his mind was headed.

“Fine, I won’t.” He shook his head with a smile as he pulled into the parking lot.

Once he had parked, the two of you made your way inside, where you met up with Maggie and your date, James. You and James clicked right away, meanwhile Maggie would try to strike up a conversation with Harrison, who would seemingly try his hardest to not interact with her. You would sometimes kick him under the table as a way to say “start flirting or else” and he’d take the hint for the next few minutes.

After you all had finished your pizza and a first round of drinks, James suggested you all go down to the pub for real drinks. Harrison drove you again over to the pub, giving you the opportunity to talk to him.

“Really? You’re not even going to try with Maggie?” You asked when the two of you were finally alone in his car.

“I’m not feeling it.” Harrison shrugged, trying to brush it off.

“I’ve seen you flirty off your ass with a fever, don’t bullshit me with the “not feeling it” excuse.” You stated.

“I just-“ he sighed, “I really am not feeling it.”

“Just try? At least talk to her. For me?” You turned on your best puppy dog eyes for him.

“Okay.” He grumbled, giving in to your pleas.

Harrison had told you he wouldn’t get drunk and that he would at least try to talk to Maggie. But once you all ended up at the pub, he wasn’t sure if he could keep his end of the deal. Harrison couldn’t describe it, the annoying urge in his gut to physically take on James for talking to you. He was so focused on you and James flirting up a storm across the high table that he could barely hear Maggie talk. You excused yourself to go use the bathroom, and when you returned to the table, Harrison was gone.

“Where’d Harrison go?” You asked, eyeing his empty seat.

“He, uh, said something about the bar.” Maggie replied. You looked over and saw Harrison downing a couple drinks as he talked to the girl beside him.

“I’m sorry about him.” You apologized, “I had a great time tonight, but I really should get him home.” You quickly left off to where Harrison was.

“What do you say, you wanna come back to my place?” Harrison asked the blonde in front of him, his signature smile as charming as ever.

“Harrison!” You exclaimed, smacking him on the arm with your purse.

“Hey!” He yelped, turning to see you. You could tell by the glazed look in his eyes, he was absolutely gone.

“Is this your girlfriend?” The blonde asked, stepping back from Harrison.

“What? No.” You replied and the girl left. Harrison took another shot as you took the blonde’s spot in front of him. Snapping your fingers in front of him, you tried to draw his attention back to you, “Hey, quit it.”

“No, let me drink.” He whined. Before he could take another shot, you took it from his hands.

“You’re done, let’s go.” You said, grabbing his hands and leading him out of the bar. Harrison leaned on you until you managed to get him in the passenger seat of his car. He let out another whine once you got him situated and then got into the driver’s side.

“I’m sorry I’m drunk.” Harrison offered weakly, though it came out mostly slurred.

“Yeah, yeah,” You muttered.

You were thankful he didn’t say anything else on the drive back to his place; you were too annoyed by his actions to even try to talk about it. You dragged him up to his room, trying to keep him quiet so as to not bother Tom.

“I’m sorry.” Harrison whined, flopping onto his bed.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning, okay?” You said, turning away from him to get some pajama pants out for him and a shirt for you to borrow. When you shifted to face him again, he was standing lopsidedly leaning against the wall, trying to kick off his jeans. His shirt was abandoned on the floor next to him.

“God, Haz.” You sighed, moving quickly to help him before he fell over. You had one hand on his bare chest to keep him steady while you used the other to push him back onto the bed. Once he was laying down with his legs hanging off the bed, you pulled his jeans off his legs fully, leaving him in just his boxers.

“I’ve always wanted this.” Harrison mumbled, resting a hand on your face.

“Wanted what? To get shit faced on a double date?” You asked, trying to get him to move so he was actually in bed. He just grabbed your wrists in his hands.

“You.” He gave you the best drunk smile he could muster.

“Haz, you’re drunk.” You said, shaking his hands from your wrists.

“I want you, want you.” He clarified through another tired slur. You shook your head, helping him get into the bed fully.

“Go to sleep, Harrison.”

“I think,” He breathed out, struggling to stay awake as his sleepy blue eyes found yours, “I think I lo-“ He cut himself off with a giggle. “I almost said it, but I didn’t! That would’ve been embarrassing.” He hiccuped, “What a rom com trope that would be.”

“Good night.” You told him, finally getting him under the covers. You changed into one of his shirts and crawled into his bed next to him. He was passed out by the time you’d gotten there. You let out a small sigh as you watched his sleeping form.

“I want you too, Haz.” You whispered before turning around and drifting off to sleep.

The next day, Harrison let out a loud groan as he woke up. He blindly stretched his arms, not wanting to open his eyes yet. He rolled over to reach out for you and he opened his eyes curiously when he found an empty spot beside him. His memory was a bit spotty from last night, but he knew he made it home with you, which meant you would’ve been there in his bed with him, just as you always were whenever you brought him home after a night out.

“Y/N?” Harrison mumbled, slowly sitting up and looking around his room for you. The only trace that you had been there was a glass of water with a couple Motrin pills on the bedside table. He gratefully took the pain reliever and then checked his phone, only to find no new notifications from you.

‘Hey, where you at?’ He texted you, hopeful for a response. He waited a few moments, and when you still hadn’t responded, he decided it was probably time for him to go take care of his morning problem, something which happened a lot when he’d go to sleep wasted with you beside him.

Harrison kept checking his phone throughout the day, but nothing. You weren’t replying to any of his concerned texts, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. He’d call you, but he knows you hate getting phone calls, claiming that they’re too awkward.

And so, to distract himself from his thoughts of you, Harrison did what he did best on a Saturday night- he went out with his friends to get shit faced and find a hookup. But with each drink he took back, he just thought of you.

He wasn’t even that drunk when he found a girl to hookup with, but she was flirty and had eyes like yours, so how could he say no when she invited him back to her place.

“Haz,” She moaned out as he kissed down her neck.

“Don’t- don’t call me that.” Harrison breathed out, pushing her back onto her bed.

“Harrison’s too much,” She whined, her hands in his hair as she tried to bring him back to kiss him on the mouth.

“Call me Harrison.” He said before continuing to kiss her passionately. She moaned in compliance, her hands finding their way down to his jeans, skipping his shirt altogether. She didn’t even get the button undone when Harrison pulled away from her.

“Harrison,” The girl huffed at the loss of his touch.

“I can’t do this.” Harrison climbed off her.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“You’re not her.” He shook his head before bolting out of her room and her apartment. Before Harrison could even process what he was doing, he ended up at your place.

Knocking on the door in an urgent manner, he was disappointed when your roommate opened the door.

“She’s not here.” Your roommate said.

“Where is she?” Harrison asked. He watched as your roommate paused for a moment to take in his current state. He shifted, realizing that maybe showing up slightly drunk at your doorstep with obvious hookup hair and swollen lips wasn’t the way to go.

“She’s studying at the library.” She replied.

“Thanks.” He nodded and hurried off to the library.

The whole journey over to the library, Harrison felt like he was losing his mind. Was he really about to go to confess his undying love for you like in some shitty rom com? Was he actually in love with you or was that the alcohol coursing through his veins?

He ran up the stairs of the library, already knowing where you’d be. He stopped when his eyes landed on you. You were sitting at your usual table, the table you always sat at with Harrison, but James was in his seat. And it was James making you throw your head back laughing. Harrison’s heart stopped at the scene.

As he hung his head low and began his walk back home, he knew why he didn’t fall in love. Because the heartbreak hurt too much.

~~~

The day after your double date, when you woke up in Harrison’s bed, he had his arms wrapped around you. It wasn’t the first time you’d stayed over in his bed, but it was the first time you’d woken up like that. You slowly moved yourself out of his embrace, not wanting to wake him. You gathered him some pain reliever and a glass of water, knowing he’d need it when he did eventually wake up. You let out a sigh when you set out this water and pills. He was so peaceful when he was asleep, and as attractive as he was when he was awake, his sleeping form was another level.

It was hard enough being in love with your best friend, but it was even harder when he didn’t believe in love. And somehow Harrison had managed to make it even harder by almost telling you he loved you when he was drunk last night. But he couldn’t have loved you, he was so adamantly against love; it just wasn’t Harrison.

You weren’t sure how much he’d remember when he woke up. You were scared to have that conversation with Harrison if he did remember what he said, or well what he almost said. You did what you’d never done before- you left.

All day, Harrison would text you, asking what happened and if you were alright, but you were at the library, trying to maintain your focus on your studies. Somehow, James had managed to find you in the library that evening. You offered him Harrison’s seat because, well, it was a Saturday night and you hadn’t spoken to Harrison all day- he was most likely off hooking up with a random girl.

But you almost wished you hadn’t invited James to sit with you. Sure, he made you laugh, but it wasn’t the same as with Harrison. You couldn’t focus on your studying with his not so subtle flirtatious jokes. After another small fit of laughter, you opened your eyes to see Harrison leaving the library. His back was to you and his shoulders were slumped in defeat. You sat on the edge of your seat; there was something wrong, he wouldn’t come here if everything was fine.

“Are you okay?” James asked, pulling you from your trance on where Harrison had once stood.

“I- I have to go.” You hurried to pack your things, shoving your notebooks and pens in your backpack carelessly. You ran off out of the library, chasing after Harrison.

“Haz!” You called out, running up to him under the moonlight. He jumped, turning around to face you.

“Y/N,” Harrison’s hands flew to your sides, steadying you as you stopped in front of him.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I was just walking home. It’s nothing, go back to James.” He shook his head, trying to play it cool, but you noticed the tension in his voice.

“What are you really doing here?” You questioned again.

“There’s just-“ He sighed, “I want to tell you something.”

“Yes?”

Harrison sighed again, his fingers rubbing your waist nervously. When he realized what he was doing, he stepped back and dropped his hands from your sides. He looked anywhere, but in your eyes.

“Haz, you know you can tell me anything.” You said, reassuringly. Harrison took your hands in his, making you realize the gravity of what he so desperately needed to say- he was breaking another rule with you.

“I’m- I’m in,” He groaned, tripping over his words. You held back a soft smile, you’d never seen him like this. It took him another moment before he found his words and his blue eyes found yours.

“I’m in love with you, okay? I- I am so crazy about you and I love you. I love you.” Harrison repeated, nodding his head in affirmation, “I never believed in true love or any of that mushy shit, but you made me believe in that. You are the one that showed me love is real.” He paused, cringing a little, and you could tell he was still fighting the alcohol’s hold over him, “I’m not saying this just because I want to hook up with you. I mean I definitely want to, but I want to be your- your boyfriend first and foremost.” He tripped over his words as he said ‘boyfriend’ for the first time in ages when referring to himself, “Screw my stupid rules. I want to hold your hand, I want you to call me Haz whenever you want to, I want your cuddles, I just want you. You’re the only exception.” He paused when he realized you were quiet, “Please, say something. I feel like one of those guys in your romance mo-“ You cut him off by pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I love you too, Haz” You smiled, emphasizing the nickname, and Harrison just pulled you in for a longer, more passionate kiss. He let go of your hands and wrapped his arms around your waist, tugging you even closer to him.

He may not have believed in love before, but he certainly did now as he held you in his arms, kissing you underneath the moonlight.

You pulled away from kissing Harrison for a moment. “For the record, this is definitely a trope straight of a rom com.”

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x you #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield one shot #haz osterfield

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all-hail-the-witcher · 5 years

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questionable government spies: chapter 12

well well well

here we meet again

its only been like huuuuuuu one two seven eleven months

jk 4 I think

anyway todayyy is the 1 year anniversary of this series that so many of you seem to enjoy for some reason

I would like to personally thank my physics teacher for not yelling at me for writing this every day last year in her class, twitch for keeping The Secret and especially fizz n mikey for doin the Encourage and also my sister for putting up with my planning sessions and editing my stuff

its gonna get Spicy kids

but not tonight ;)

HERE IS THE MASTERLIST or you can find it under #spy boys

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ship: blush, eventual spruce, the usual

words: 1979

warnings: lots of Bad sex jokes, alberts arm muscles, and black lace underwear

editing: yahhh

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quick recap: spot is working with al n race to take down The Gang. they just had their first Official Mission at a factory stealing fake snow and used oscars computer to email the person behind the gang. race has a sprained ankle and is very far gone for spot. Albert and Romeo work at medias coffee shop. blink and much are older than everyone by a few years and work as doctors at the fbi hospital.

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Race pulled his blue scarf tighter around his neck as he hurried along 8th avenue. Curse Manhattan for being so cold and windy. He definitely hadn’t missed this part of living there.

Finally he stopped outside Medda’s coffee shop and dug around in his bag for the copy of Albert’s key that he had made. It was after 6 so Romeo and Albert were likely already beginning to clean up. Quietly, he unlocked the door and snuck inside.

There was whistling coming from the kitchen which Race immediately recognized as Albert and it was being accompanied by the most horrible off key singing that could only be coming from Romeo. Race smiled as he discarded his dance bag and scarf near the door, pulling his black trench coat around himself tightly as he inched in the direction of the kitchen.

He peeped around the corner and was greeted by the sight of Romeo pretending to be Cinderella as Albert acted out Prince Charming - or, at least that’s what it looked like to him - and had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He backed up several feet to get a running start and launched himself into the kitchen, thrusting out his arms so his trench coat looked like wings and screamed menacingly before landing in a heap on the floor.

Romeo let out a yelp of surprise and there was the sound of a gun clicking.

“FBI. State your name, and get up slowly with your hands in front of you,” Albert spoke in a well-practiced tone.

Race dramatically flipped up off the floor. “GOTCHA!!” he screamed triumphantly, jumping in circles around his friends.

“Race?” Albert said disbelievingly, withdrawing his gun and putting it back in the holster. “What are you doing here? How did you even get in here? And why can’t you knock like a normal person?”

“I just wanted to see if you still remember the procedure for a 995,” Race smirked as he brushed himself off.

“A 995 is a self reported kidnapping,” Albert sighed. “Sudden entrance of a possible dangerous person is a 741.”

“Same thing,” Race said as he shrugged off his coat.

“It’s not the same thing!” Albert groaned. “They are two very different procedures which you would know if you stuck to- wait a second. Are you wearing dance clothes?”

Race looked down at himself as if noticing his clothes for the first times and Romeo stifled a laugh. “Oh, would you look at that,” he mused, “it would appear that I am.”

“Race,” Albert said, closing his eyes and pinching his nose. “You’ve got a sprained ankle, you shouldn’t be dancing. I told you not to dance today!”

“And I didn’t listen!” Race sang dramatically, doing 5 pirouettes for emphasis. “Really though, I’m fine. I’ll ice it when I get home. But I wasn’t about to pass up having a closing-up-shop dance party with Romeo again.”

“Oh!” Romeo said excitedly, jumping up and down and clapping his hands. “Can we?!”

“Why else am I here, broski?” Race winked, completely missing Albert’s look of complete and utter disapproval in the background.

“To annoy the hell out of us?”

Race considered. “Well, yes that too, but mostly to have a dance party,” he smirked. “Let’s just get out of the kitchen before Medda appears out of thin air and slaps me for being in here.”

“Oh shit, you right, you right,” Romeo said, chasing Race out of the kitchen with a spatula. Albert followed them out a few minutes later, shaking his head and smirking.

“Aright.” Race hopped up on the counter and opened his phone to Spotify, pulling up his and Romeo’s “Trash Pop Playlist” as Albert had so lovingly named it. “Let’s get this party started.”

“Aren’t you going to help us clean?” Albert called from the table he was wiping off.

“Nah man,” Race said, jumping off the counter as Party In The USA began blaring through the shitty bluetooth speaker. “I’m not an employee so therefore it’s not my job. Suck it.”

“Suck it?” Albert asked, his face screwing up in confusion. “What is there to suck?”

“DEEZ NUTS!” Race screamed, launching himself across the room in a single bound and tackling Albert to the floor, effectively using his elbow to pin him down as he stared deeply into his eyes. “You want some?”

Albert blushed furiously as his eyes looked everywhere but at Race. “Um, no….?”

“You sure babe?” Race winked, drawing out his words for extra emphasis. “Nobody can keep their hands off of this bod.”

Albert squirmed under Race’s hold. “I’m ace?”

Race rolled his eyes and crawled off of his friend, reaching down to help Albert up. “Ah yes, you have discovered the one loophole to my apparent charm.” He peeked over Albert’s shoulder and smirked. “Still got a nice ass though, babe.”

Albert slapped him lightly on the shoulder before returning to wiping the tables.

“Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?” Romeo asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Shut up and sing your Miley Cyrus crap,” Albert mumbled as he shot Romeo a look from across the room.

“ITS NOT CRAP!” Race and Romeo screamed at the same time.

Luckily for Albert though, the song changed before he could argue more.

Unluckily for Albert, the next song to play was Power by Justin Bieber.

Extra unluckily for Albert, Race and Romeo had an extremely shitty hip hop dance that went along with this song.

And most unluckily for Albert, the two of them had just jumped up on top of one of the - freshly clean, mind you - tables and begun to perform the nightmare choreography.

Race watched with a smirk as Albert rolled his eyes when he and Romeo reached the chorus. Just to annoy him, he kicked his leg extra hard so that his shoe flew off his foot and landed on the table Albert was cleaning.

“HEY!” Albert yelled, whirling around, his face hot with anger, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips like he was fighting the urge not to laugh. The very look on his face caused Race and Romeo to stare at eachother and double over laughing. “Keep your shoes on you dumbass.”

Against his better judgement, Race jumped down from the table and strode up to Albert, flexing as he could without laughing - which wasn't very hard. “What did you call me bro?” He asked in his best tough guy voice, sticking his chin up for good measure.

“You heard me,” Albert countered, also flexing, although his arm muscles were much more impressive than Race’s - curse his love for benching. “No shoes, no shirt, no service.”

Race flicked his eyes over to where Romeo was still standing on the table. He had pulled out his phone and was definitely recording. Race bit his lip, knowing that this next trick he was about to pull would be forever documented on snapchat and played on an endless repeat until the day he died. Oh well.

“Really now?” And with one aggressive yank he pulled his shirt over his head, causing it to rip a little, which he honestly wasn't even mad about, it just added to the overall effect. “Cause I’ve now got no shirt, no shoes, and I’d still get service.”

“You technically have one shoe still on,” Albert pointed out rather unhelpfully and Romeo scoffed behind the camera.

“Well then, if you're going to be so painfully literal,” Race turned around and did a glorious hitch kick, effectively wailing his other shoe off of his foot and behind the counter somewhere, ignoring the small crash that came with it. “There. No shirt. No shoes. And I’d still get service.”

“You're just quoting that Pitbull song,” Romeo whispered from his spot on the table.

Race flipped him off without taking his eyes off of Albert.

“That’s all you got?” Albert scoffed. Before Race could blink Albert’s shirt was on the floor and he was being thrown back and pinned on one of the table tops. “How’s that for service?” he winked.

“Is that all you got?” Race imitated Albert’s voice from earlier and raised his eyebrows.

Albert opened his mouth as soon as the door banged open and Mush’s booming voice filled their ears.

“Hello kiddos! The voices of reason have arrived and-” out of the corner of his eye Race could see Mush’s eyes flick over to where Albert had him pinned against the table. “-not a moment too soon apparently. Please, for the love of god, what the hell are you two doing? Are we shooting for the cover of Playboy and nobody told me? I would have brought my black lace underwear!”

“Hi Mush,” Romeo waved, still perched on the table.

“You have black lace underwear?” Blink asked, coming in the door behind Mush and shaking out his long dark hair like a dog would, effectively splattering snow and water all over his boyfriend. “Why haven’t I seen it yet?”

“Cause I’m saving it for after the wedding that's why,” Mush said, sticking his tongue out at Blink who rolled his eyes in annoyance as he pulled off his coat.

“YOU'RE ENGAGED?!” Race screeched, pushing Albert off of him as he ran forward to Blink and Mush, not caring that he was still shirtless and shoeless. “Who has the ring? Who proposed? When’s the wedding? Can I be the flower girl, I’ve always wanted to be a flower girl!”

“Whoa! Hold on bean stick!” Mush laughed. “Of course you can be our flower girl, first of all. I was going to ask you today actually.”

“He was,” Blink confirmed, putting his arm around Mush’s waist protectively as Albert and Romeo walked over. “And I proposed to him on our anniversary last month at the diner where we had our first date.”

“Awwwwww,” Race sighed and he saw Albert crack a smile.

“I cried,” Mush volunteered.

“Yes you did baby,” Blink said affectionately, leaning in to kiss his fiancee.

“Ew,” Albert groaned. “Take your pda elsewhere, some of us are trying to have a nice time here.”

“You're literally shirtless,” Blink pointed out and Albert looked down at his chest as if noticing it for the first time.

“Oh. Well…”

“Why don't you tell them what you were up to, hm?” Romeo raised his eyebrows.

“I was teaching Race a lesson in how to properly receive restaurant service,” Albert said confidently.

Blink looked confused at best and Mush looked intrigued. Romeo laughed and Race shook his head, suddenly remembering that he didn't have a shirt on either. Or shoes…

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Albert said. “I have to go get my shirt.”

“Hurry back,” Mush called. “I want to hear all about your field agent adventures. I feel like I haven’t seen you guys since I lectured you on the detriments of blowing up the weapons lab.”

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Albert had just finished recounting the time where they had accidentally released 100 five dollar bills into circulation when there was a knock on the window. Race looked up, surprised to see Spot standing on the other side, dressed haphazardly in adidas pants and a tank top despite the cold weather, a wild look in his eyes. He could almost ignore the butterflies swirling in his stomach as he noticed how toned Spot’s arms were. Almost.

Across the table, Albert made eye contact and the two of them rose while Romeo quietly explained to Blink and Mush what was going on.

Albert unlocked the door silently and Spot was on top of them in a second. Before Race or Albert could even get a word out, he was blurting out the reason for his unexpected visit.

“Thank god you guys are here,” he huffed, almost as if he had run there. “We got a response to our email.”

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ooo a cliff hanger we Stan

DONT YOU GUYS LOVE BLUSH I DO THEYRE GREAT

also my sister said I used the word smirked too many times but I was too lazy to fix it

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mysticsparklewings · 5 years

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Lady Bugs

More watercolor experimentation! I was semi-inspired by this canvas print I saw at Belk: www.belk.com/p/lightning-bug-l… And also just wanting to play around with my three various watercolor supplies (Viviva Watercolor sheets, Arteza Woodless Watercolor Pencils, and Jane Davenport Mermaid Markers) some more. I was also channeling my childhood when us girls at recess in the spring would always catch ladybugs--and at least twice I happened to be the one smart enough to bring a small wooden box with a screen in the top to put them in for a couple of days. Unfortunately for me, I didn't have very good friends back then, so I ended up with a few ladybugs down my shirt and to this day do not like ladybugs touching me and minorly freakout if I find one in the house (or elsewhere that it shouldn't be). But I do still find them pretty to look at. So I sketched out the jar first, then the hands, and then transferred the sketch to watercolor paper. And I used my black Copic Multiliners in a .3 and .5 tip because the ink is waterproof, but I'm finding I really want a set of water-proof pens in other colors. (Though from what research I've done they're either hecka expensive or nonexistent). I then laid down a bit of a base with the Arteza Woodless Watercolor pencils on the hands, ladybugs, and certain areas of the jar. Then I went back mostly with the Mermaid Markers and topped some area off with the deeper colors from the Viviva Watercolor sheets, mostly the skin and the longer/evergreen leaves, and a little on the ladybugs. Along the way, I used the water brush to help with blending and lightening when I needed it. (Which was more than I care to admit). I was doing good until I really overworked the paper around the palm-area on the hands... And at first when I tried to fix I just kept making it worse. It looked like this poor person hand fallen and really skinned their hands or something. Naturally, after I re-evaluated my entire life and realized the hard truth that at that point I had put too much work into the thing to just trash it, I started trying to figure out what to do. I couldn't just leave it, and there wasn't a lot I could do to continue to doctor it that would've actually helped. "So I'll cover it, I guess." Well, that happened to be the worst possible spot to try and fix a mistake that way, because there wasn't a lot I could do to cover the overworked paper without it looking very awkward or potentially covering up the little ladybug there at the bottom of the jar. "Great. Now what do I do?" Fortunately, when I did my Lore Olympus fan art, I had started to do the line art in colored pencil on a piece of watercolor paper when I changed my mind and decided I wanted to use my Dr. Ph Martin ink instead. I felt bad about essentially wasting that piece of paper at the time, but I figured I could come back and use it for something else later. And whaddya know! I got the idea to just re-draw the front portion of the hands (so the palms and thumbs) and cut them out to just place over the original. Unfortunately, the shading didn't turn out quite as nice the second time around (it's a bit pink for my taste), but I got it to this point before cutting the hands out (because I figured the paper would warp less if I painted them first and then cut them out, rather than the other way around) and decided I best stop before I ended up overworking the paper a second time. Additionally, originally I had blended the bottom of the hands out into the background, but once I concluded this was what I needed to do I had to extend the wrists down to make a clean cover-up. And I avoided trying to add any "blue" toning to the palms this time (as a cast from the jar) since that was what led to my major problem in the first place. At the very least, the hand on the right does look a bit more nuanced as a result, as part of the knuckles you can kind of see is actually a bit of the original thumb peaking out. I was going to completely cover it, but when I was placing it I noticed it fit a bit better everywhere else if I did it this way, and it did look like it was a knuckle/part of the hand that was supposed to be there, so I went with it. Other than that, the only problem I really had with coloring/painting was just trying to get the right color tones on the leaves. I wanted a few leaves in more of a neutral green, some a little more yellow, and some a more blueish-evergreen. I didn't get quite as much variation as I wanted, but I still think it worked out okay. I actually thought the ladybugs themselves were going to be a giant pain, but they were actually arguably the easiest the color in and shade. Go figure. Even the one at the top of the page, in the lettering, that I added after the fact. (Also the one at the top of the jar is supposed to be on the outside--I'm not sure I conveyed it properly ) I had decided semi-early on I wanted something above the jar when all was said and done, and that only increased after my mistake that left me with more at the bottom than I originally had. It just felt particularly empty. After toying with the idea for a while and not having a better one, I settled on writing "Lady Bugs" in hand-lettering above the jar. Total, I've probably spent about two hours practicing hand-lettering so that I could actually do that, I still ended up using a pencil and lightbox to make sure I got it right. Hand lettering is a lot harder than it looks, folks! Then it still felt like it was missing something, and eventually, I decided we needed one more ladybug. I was going to do another just sitting, but then I thought having one flying would be a little different and maybe make more sense (as there's no lid on the jar so it kind of looks like it flew out). To be fair, it's not technically correct because it's actual wings should be much visible/exposed, but I didn't want to take it too far and mess it up (as I'd had enough accidents with this piece for one day), so we're going to pretend it either just took off or it's just got weird wings or something. And I didn't plan on the bit of red blur, but one side got a bit excited, so I decided to roll with it and make it look intentional. And it's actually kind of pretty, I think. Last thing; I added the shine to the ladybugs with my white gel pen, and I went back over a few areas of line art to make them a true black (as the watercolor muted them a bit in some places), but some I left alone, like the fingers on the backside of the jar, as I thought it looked more believable that way. Overall, though I had my struggles with it, I thought it turned out pretty nicely. I might do a sequel piece to this one that looks closer to the original (at night, with fireflies, etc.) as I like the idea of doing like "childhood bug-catching traditions: day and night," you know? And then I could do a third piece with both of them on appropriate sky backgrounds. Maybe. We'll see. Depends on how much of a hole I dig myself in with my schoolwork. ____ Artwork © me, MysticSparkleWings ____ Where to find me & my artwork: My Website | Commission Info + Prices | Ko-Fi | dA Print Shop | RedBubble | Twitter | Tumblr | Instagram

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dhamaka · 5 years

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This image of Tyrone Isaac Stuart’s work about the hip hop legend Dilla gives a good idea of how his work feels and provides negative space for the words. (c) Carole Edrich 2017

Shooting images that work well in front covers, flyers and posters needs a slightly different approach to the one I teach in most photography workshops. I am holding an exhibition of my students’ work in September and, because I want to use one of their images in the flyers, thought I’d get this blog post out.

If you are one of my ex-students and haven’t already heard about the exhibition please drop me a line.

Consider where the flyer will be used.

Most online flyers use landscape orientation while printed flyers are more often portrait. If you’re not sure or you think your client might need both, look for a composition that looks good both ways. If you can’t find one (and I often can’t), then go for two different compositions of the same subject, one of each orientation.

Consider where the words will go.

The talent in creating front cover and poster images is in imagining – and creating – opportunities for the designer, who has to add the words and logos, make it all look good and be consistent with other branding and marketing material. Don’t forget the final work will most likely use different sized fonts and that there will be different lumps of information.

Negative space need not contain nothing

An image with the right negative space (which we cover briefly in the beginners’ workshop and which I’ll write more about here or on Patreon later) can be really effective in posters and flyers. That doesn’t mean that parts of the image need nothing in them. Experiment with using different backgrounds, changing your aperture, your shutter speed and the images’ exposure and you’ll find that you can use negative space to give depth and meaning to an image as well as draw attention to whatever story you’re looking to tell.

Make sure that your message is sharp

This isn’t the same as having a sharp image. If you’ve done a workshop with me you’ll know the difference. If you haven’t, I’ll post about it here or on Patreon soon. Whether you go for sharp subjects or soft focus you need to make your photo look deliberate. Photography is art, so both ends of the spectrum – and anything between – is fine.

Don’t confuse focus with where you’re reading the light

This isn’t really about shooting for flyers, but it’s a mistake that my students make quite often. To eliminate confusion, think about how you would read the light to get a silhouette while still placing the subject where you want in the image.

If you’re going for sharp focus, ensure that your image appears sharp and in focus before moving onto other subjects. If you’re using a long shutter speed then rest the camera somewhere. People are accustomed to seeing pin-sharp subjects in product ads, and any kind of camera shake will make a the poster or flyer image feel wrong.

Make the most of natural light

and shadows, and avoid using flash if at all possible because it adds unnecessary complexity. If you’re taking photos indoors make sure it’s in a spot near a window which gets plenty of natural light. Alternately bounce the light. If you’ve done my improvers course you’ll know what I mean, if you haven’t I’ll write a post when I can.

Cover image of the next Dance GRiST magazine. Online app covers require different compositional considerations to print ones. (c) Carole Edrich

Keep image quality high.

Make sure the image settings are at their highest possible resolution. Low Resolution images will get fuzzy, pixellated and indistinct when printed or viewed in sufficient resolution for flyers, front covers and posters. They look unprofessional too. Most graphic designers also prefer to use the RAW file format to get as much as possible out of an image.

Consider the composition

Of course! This is so important that my next post takes you through some well (and less well) composed images here.

Consider the background

Technically this is part of the composition but I’ve found a reminder often helps my students. The background can make – or kill – your photograph, can totally change the context and message and can elevate your image from a nice shot to fine art. I’ll go into this more in a future post here or on Patreon.

Consider the message

Is it a big-picture hero image? An evocative environment? A product or single item? A person? Think about the angle that will best get your message across. Do you need to get up close and personal, filling the frame? Or make the subject a tiny dot in the distance? Or blend it into the background? This is art. There’s no right or wrong. So long as it looks deliberate, delivers the message, works for the story you’re telling and meets the brief, it’s fine.

The focus here obeys the rule of thirds, enough space is given for words (which you don’t need to read to understand who the lead feature is about). (c) Carole Edrich 2011

Be confident

Go for your vision. Keep your mistakes and learn from them. Try and look at your work from other peoples’ points of view, especially those of your client and the people they’re creating this flyer, cover or poster for. Try to look at your work objectively. That you didn’t deliver your personal vision precisely doesn’t mean your work has less value. Don’t trash anything out of hand.

Have Fun! The more fun you have taking photos the more practice you’re likely to get and the more innovative you will become.

The flyer for my current exhibition is evocative rather than fully descriptional, but still recognisable as Argentine tango by any who dance it. It leaves lots of space for the words. Original image (c) Carole Edrich 2013

And finally…

Don’t send all of your images to your client. I tend to give a choice of 3-5, one of which is my favourite and one of which is a left-fielder. Then, because I don’t want to lose the commission, I send a separate link to other images that might work, just in case.

Interested? Sign on here. https://www.eventbrite.com/e/photography-for-journalism-tickets-57502015075

(originally posted on dancetog.com in January 2018)

12 top tips for shooting flyers, front covers and posters Shooting images that work well in front covers, flyers and posters needs a slightly different approach to the one I teach in most photography workshops.

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