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blueorangemusic · 3 years

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Hi!!! I love your ATLA music, I found you and just fell in love. May I ask for some advice? Iwrite a lot of poetry and want to turn them into music but I don’t know how as I’m not a natural music person the way words come to me as a writer, and I don’t play any instruments, and it may be silly but I feel I’m too old to learn. Do you have any tips to start?

(Well this turned into a whole “how to get started with music” post. I hope you don’t mind 💜)

Oh my god oh my god oh my god, I love your ask so much! I love all the art I see in fandom, but we don’t have a lot of songwriters yet, and if I can help even one person get started with music this blr has not been in vain.

Now is actually a very good time to get started with songwriting without having to pick up a lot of music background upfront. And despite being a former choir kid and piano student, I had to learn songwriting from scratch in a similar way, since the way I was taught music focused very much on performing your part to perfection rather than understanding how the parts all fit together. So the advice below is part experience (and part best-guess as to what might work in your case).

Since you say you don’t play music I’m going to recommend you start with pre-made instrumental tracks (I’ll explain below). Now, it can feel a bit weird using an instrumental someone else made in your own creations, so think of them as basically pose references for your music. Music is tricky largely because - as with any art - you need to finish a few pieces in order to start developing your ear, but - unlike with writing or pencil drawing - you need to frontload comparatively more skill (and gear) acquisition if doing it all from scratch: where do I get instruments from? how do I use this audio software? what are chords? what all goes into making the music sound laid-back (upbeat, dramatic)? how to make the bridge sound different from the verse? We’re gonna circumvent all that - at first.

So the following writing prompt is for quickly getting to a finished piece - I hope it will help you get a feeling for how your poetry can sound when set to music, the process of turning your poetry into lyrics, and help you understand the direction you want to take your songwriting. And if you (or anyone else reading this) decide to follow the choose-your-own-adventure steps at the end and get stuck, drop me another ask - once you have an idea of what you want to do the answers get much shorter!

Writing prompt below the cut! Thanks again for the ask! If you or anyone else found this helpful and got started on some songwriting, I would love to see your completed songs or WIPs whenever you feel ready to share them 💜.

Writing Prompt: Song-ifying an existing poem

Pick one of your poems! Go to https://app.sessions.blue/ - it’s just one of many many sites offering prerecorded instrumental loops and tracks (theirs are free if used for non-commercial purposes), but the cool thing about it for this writing prompt is that their website makes it easy to browse and play the tracks without having to register, and that they offer a wider variety of genres than most.

Set a timer for 15 minutes max and browse through the tracks until you found one you like that you think can work as a song (if you don’t know where to start, set the “Tags” filter to “Indie” - it seems to have a good quantity of tracks that are song-shaped). Grab your poem, let your chosen track run, and launch into speaking or singing the words over it. You can do a single phrase, repeating it over the music, or you can run through the whole poem.

You can start with speaking or half-singing/half-speaking if making up a melody sounds a bit too intimidating at this point, but speaking can be a cool thing in its own right. Here’s a track for inspiration - Dessa’s Talking Business (lyrics here) - she used to be a poetry slam regular before she became a singer, and this song is basically a short story told in verse. Note how she is telling it in a soft voice, and though she’s half-singing, most of the musicality and impact of the song comes from the variation in the rhythm. If that sounds appealing to you, it’s something you can easily explore and practice at this step. (Don’t worry if this track doesn’t speak to you, I have more examples from different genres below).

Here’s another track that can be softly half-sung/half-spoken - Octave by Half Waif (lyrics here) - Nandi Rose, the singer, also writes poetry and this track always felt to me like a poem set to music. Note how it leaves a lot of air between each line, unlike the lyrically dense previous track. Here, a lot of the musicality comes from the echoing, etherial vocal effects that create a moody soundscape. If that sounds appealing to you, earmark it for later - you’d need to install some software and spend a few hours figuring out how to use it. (This concludes the more electronic-driven examples, onwards to other genres!)

Or you can start with a melody in a more conventional sense. Check these two tracks - Blue Caravan by Vienna Teng (lyrics here) and Empire by Dar Williams (lyrics here). Empire is an example of introducing song structure - it has distinct melodies for the verse, second part of the verse (or pre-chorus), chorus, and post-chorus. This is something you can pay attention to at this stage if it appeals to you. Or you can use the same melody throughout, like Blue Caravan does.

Uff! That was a lot of examples! But I wanted to give some inspiration of the possibilities in laying out your own words over the instrumental track you picked, and possibly help you out if you got stuck. Anyway, set your timer to 30 minutes (or 45 minutes, or an hour), keep replaying your track and singing or speaking over it. Grab a recording app (any free one you download to your phone is fine) and record yourself, phrase by phrase as you go. Listen back often, note parts that you vibe with and parts that don’t work for you. Don’t hesitate to plain out copy melodies and rhythms from songs you like at this stage, it’s all good. You might find you want to drop or repeat some of the words and phrases in your poem - experiment with that. In the end, record your best version start-to-finish so that you can listen to it again in a week’s time.

Repeat for a couple more tracks, a couple more poems.

Where to next?

Well that was a lot of words! Your next steps will depend on what appeals to you about the songmaking process.

If you listened to the instrumental tracks and thought, wow, I wish I could learn how to make my own - you’re in luck! There’s a whole world of loops and samples (small audio files used as building blocks in songs), and instead of spending time learning an instrument you would spend time developing a good ear and learning a music software where you put those building blocks together into a song. If you ever used a graphics software, the learning curve for a music software will look about the same, and same as graphics software there is a whole spread of music software from easy-to-learn to complex and from free-to-use to expensive. The examples you find online skew towards electro genres, but any genre is possible, even if you want to make acoustic guitar songs without playing acoustic guitar.

If you listened to the instrumental tracks and thought, cool, where can I get more of them? - you’re in luck too! There are a lot of people out there who make and share instrumental tracks, and most audio companies offer some of their pre-made tracks for free. Where to find them will depend on what genres you’re interested in.

If you listened to the instrumental tracks and thought, actually, all I want to sing my songs to is that cheeky ukulele sound, or those clean piano chords, or those chunky synth soundscapes - what I mean to say is, if you fell in love with a specific type of sound - well, as it happens we live in a time where inexpensive great-sounding instruments are widely available, and it doesn’t take that much time to learn the basics.

#asks #this is a creative process blr #THANK YOU for giving me the opportunity to nerd out about making music #poetry #stardust-steel

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fmdjaewonarchive · 3 years

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date(s): july 2020 - february 2021 mentions of: champion members, unity members (samsoo, yul & sunghee mentioned by name but like... blink and you’ll miss it) word count: +/- 2.3k words (870w lyrics/660 words composition/740 words production) warnings: mentions of anxiety, panic attacks and car accidents details: full lyrics and full composition verification for agree, 3/3 verifications for jaewon’s upcoming album escapism. jaewon doesn’t only know how to write sad boi music, he also writes angry boi music, the only two emotions he’s ever experienced rlly. (a/n: i lost my braincells within the first 100 words and still haven’t retrieved them, read at your own discretion)

the song is born out of frustration, anger blocking up his throat to the point it feels hard to breathe.

it’s the kick-off point of champion’s world tour, a concept that has jaewon disgruntled enough as it is, snatching him away from unity and dropping him in the states like he is supposed to care about this group, like he doesn’t have better things to worry about.

but alas that’s beside his point, as much as he detests the idea behind champion, it’s not his main source of frustration.

traveling out to the states, that part is hell. now jaewon has never been a huge fan of traveling, suffering from a crippling fear of flying ever since predebut that somehow has not gotten any less severe with the sheer amount of flying all over the place unity has been doing. jaewon also absolutely hates airports, they’re too crowded, too hectic and far too stressful to not immediately put him in a godawful mood.

the cameras shoved right into his face both prior to departure and directly after arrival definitely didn't help.

comparatively, champion’s trip to the states this time hadn’t been that bad. jaewon just happens to be in an extra foul mood today but rationally, he has to admit that he’s seen far worse throughout the years.

but maybe that’s exactly the problem, how common these things have become, that getting pushed and pulled at while trying to get on flight was considered to be mild.

jaewon’s frustration isn’t solely aimed at an isolated instance, it’s at the ridiculous standard that’s been set for idols, the things they have to accept like they are normal.

normally he would call soo to complain about whatever was bothering him but with the time difference, jaewon knew his boyfriend was ought to be asleep at this hour and he definitely wasn’t waking him up for something this minor.

he even humors the thought of perhaps finding sunghee or yul to complain to but with most of champion out for the night doing whatever (admittedly, jaewon didn’t listen when they were making plans, he wasn’t gonna tag along anyway) that isn’t really in the cards either. perhaps that’s for the best, jaewon isn’t the biggest fan of actually talking to the younger unity members about what was on his mind.

either way, jaewon is stuck in a hotelroom by himself, no one around to really vent his frustration too so instead, he might just as well write it all down.

and that’s exactly what he does, settling down at the desk in his hotelroom, scribbling on a notepad randomly found laying around.

on the plane the person in the seat next to me that’s not my fan apparently buying info off the airplane company

it’s not entirely relevant to what happened at the airport earlier but jaewon feels angry all over just thinking about it. unity has had it’s fair share of experiences with saesangs, seemingly only increasing the more popular they keep getting. sure, that makes sense but it doesn’t mean it’s okay, contrary to what dimensions seem to believe with how easily the company brushes it off under the pretense of it just being another part of the job.

at the airplane lounge there’s a war between the 200 mm guns privacy, panic disorder, they barter with one another...

in the first place, jaewon’s main concern is unity, it always is. he’s willing to put up with a lot if it means the younger members are left off the hook. but he has to admit, since the panic attacks have started to become more prevalent, it’s a lot harder to take that stance. it’s hard to take care of others when he fails to take care of himself.

jaewon tries not to think about what that means for his position as a leader.

from early morning put on a mask and fight on in short, call it being a puppet...

jaewon knows he’s not an ideal idol, he’s never been and he never will be. maybe in retrospect, he would have done things differently but there is no use in considering those what-ifs now. there is, however, no denying that all of it is just a bigger struggle with him, it will never go as easily as with people who were made to stand in front of the camera’s. why shouldn’t he get to be open and honest about that? he’s not the perfect idol they want him to be, he will never fit that mold.

i know, that’s right that’s right that’s right that’s right that’s right that’s right i know that’s right that’s right that’s right

written out, the chorus feels a bit silly, but jaewon feels justified in his creative choices. not that the song is ever going to be used for anything, it’s just an attest to his frustration. jaewon knows he’s ought to sit down and silently accept whatever is expected of him.

it’s been years since he’s been his own person. these days, he’s dimensions’ property first and that of the general public second, there is no use in fighting that, no space for his voice.

so sure, whatever, he agrees, what else can he do?

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jaewon forgets about the lyrics he’s written down after that.

in the moment there had been no intention to turn them into a full-fledged song, a haphazard combination of lyrics that in their raw form, probably held very little meaning, too much filler between the few parts that he did properly think through.

so jaewon forgets all about it before he even sets foot back in korea again. unity is busy enough, the release of neo zone lurking around the corner and with multiple schedules of his own, jaewon can’t even think about the song if he wants to.

it only comes drifting back into his consciousness at least a month of two having passed since champion’s american tour dates.

the day in itself isn’t anything special, if there is anything remarkable about it it’s the fact jaewon isn’t working for once. he’s just hanging around his and samsoo’s apartment, scrolling through whatever app on his phone keeps his attention for long enough.

until an article pops up.

it’s a news post about a rookie group he’s never heard of from a company he doesn’t know the name of, it has nothing to do with him, but he finds himself reading through it anyway. apparently, they got into an accident on their way home from schedules as they were being followed by saesangs. no one got injured and truly, it’s not the first time jaewon has read news like this but it does fill him with the same sense of anger as what he had experienced that first day in the states with champion.

because this type of news shouldn’t be common, for how long are people gonna pretend it is?

maybe he should finish that damn song.

wait does he even still have the lyrics?

jaewon vaguely remembers at the very least putting the sheet of paper in his backpack after the concert as he had been packing up to move to the next city of their tour but after that, he can’t say he recalls having seen it lay around.

he’s really ought to get more orderly with his drafts.

luckily for him, jaewon does find the sheet of paper, not in his bag but shoved in between the pages of a notebook and with the draft of his lyrics obtained he makes a beeline for his home studio. normally he’d do this stuff at the company headquarters but truly, that sounds like far too much work in the moment.

obviously, the song is meant to have an angry undertone to it, supposed to convey the same anger and frustration that swallowed jaewon whole as he had written the lyrics.

the deep, resonating boom of low brass sounds for the opening of the song are a no brainer, the sound gives a bombastic, ominous vibe, immediately setting the song off on the right note. it’s supposed to sound grande and honestly a little bit intimidating, a dark feeling creeping around the corners.

of course, the sound is far too theatrical to be underlaying to the entire song so jaewon alternates it with a deep, booming bassline, the brass only reappearing right before the chorus other than in the opening section as if to give off a warning. to fill up the verses and the parts in between, jaewon adds rumbling, deep drums in the background, making them feel less empty.

what really makes the song however is the rapidly-cycling electronic stuttering a rhythmic pattern across almost all parts of the song. it feels a little distracting at first before jaewon decides that really, that’s exactly what he’s going for. the melody feels just a little too fast, uncomfortably so and in a song reflecting so much stress and strain, that only feels fair, reflectives of the way his chest tightens up when he can’t breathe, when his hands tremble and his heart beats so fast it might as well make him sick.

jaewon thinks it conveys his frustrations pretty damn well.

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it doesn’t seem in the books for the song to ever be released until the process of selecting songs for escapism comes along. while jaewon regains some of his creative freedom, most of it had been under dimensions terms, leaving it up to them to shape the album in a way they prefer over his creative vision.

until somewhere near the end of completing the track list, the head producer asks jaewon if he has any songs laying around that could fit in with the rest of the album.

‘agree’ is the first thing to come to mind.

the head producer seems to like the songs, enough to approve it at least and jaewon can’t help but feel a flare of pride. the producer seems intent on leaving the creative process in his hands, letting him handle the production.

it makes ‘agree’ the first song ever that’s entirely his own that he gets to release, it feels like a milestone to jaewon.

he does get a little list of suggestions, mainly pertaining to the lyrics. the producer leaves a few remarks here and there about where lines could be stronger, what he would do differently but all of it are very loose recommendations, jaewon isn’t actually under an obligation to do anything with them.

in the end, he does anyway, shuffles some lyrics around, dares to be a bit more assertive in his wording, right onto the border of what he would consider too gloat-y for himself. but the producer is right, it gets to pack a punch, it gets to be a little bit self-important. somehow having the external confirmation makes it easier to write those lyrics without feeling like a fraud. it’s still his, his writing, his song.

with the last tweaks done they’re quick to get to recording. they’re still on a time crunch as jaewon’s manager reminds him (jaewon likes the man well enough but dear lord would he never let him forget). it's one of the last songs on the album to be recorded after all and at this point, they are cutting it close.

with everything else he needs done, all jaewon has left to do is fine tune the song, the last tweaks and sounds to be added like missing puzzle pieces now he has the bigger picture pretty much laid out in front of him, polishing and detailing it to elevate the song worth of something to be released on an album.

the instrumental is already pretty hectic, fully intentional of course, but with a proper, clear recording it’s easier to spot the empty gaps, spaces to add the last finishing touches. he adds more brass, less grande and dramatic than the ones in the pre-chorus, curling around the edges of the chorus to round them up neatly and as if to scale down again for the verses, still fast paced but somewhat a breath of fresh air between one chorus and the other.

he delays the part at the opening before the brass and bass kick in, a silence before the storm feels even if the hyperactive stuttering beat is already there, he considers taking that out at first too but the point kind of is that it is more or less omnipresent, it’s always there even when there is nothing else much, like the anxiety that feels permanently stuck to his head.

there is also the addition of an extra melodic line, lingering behind that main, slightly headache inducing electronic synth. it doesn’t really stand out, especially not compared to it’s main competitor but it does remain prevalent in the few parts the main instrumental motif is nowhere to be found, giving it small moments to shine. it serves a clear function, or to jaewon listening ear at least (maybe he’s overanalyzing at this point). the little bounces of the electronic beat all over the place keep up the pace of the song, making sure its explosive nature prevails over the dark dreary undertones of the bassline and brass sections, giving it an overall dynamic feel.

it takes some fiddling, jaewon pulls something close to an all-nighter to finish up the song with the sheer amount of detail he ends up focussing on but by the time he sends it in, he has a good feeling about it at least.

when he presents the final product to the head producer, there are no more suggestions. it’s good, and it’s all his own work.

#fmdverification #*:･ﾟ♛– «filled with all these empty moments» // solos.#«escapism // era.»#//SCREAMS INTO THE VOID #//finally... im freed from verification hell #panic attack tw #anxiety tw #car crash tw

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banditthewriter · 5 years

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Welcome Home - Billy Russo

Prompt: Can you write a fic where Billy comes home from the marines to surprise his girlfriend while she’s at work or out with friends or something? I’ve been watching those military homecoming videos recently and they make me cry so much Prompter: @iblogabout-stuff

Tags are at the bottom. Let me know if you would like to be added to one of my tag lists!

*gif is mine*

Enjoy!

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“Day one hundred and sixty five,” you said as you ticked off another day on the calendar.

Billy's deployment would be at least six months, maybe more. You hated when he was gone, but you were so proud of him.

He had told you that this might be his last deployment and you couldn't help the happiness you felt at the thought. As much as you were proud of your Marine boyfriend, you'd be happier when you didn't have to worry about him getting hurt while he was overseas.

The bed felt cold and empty when he was gone but you knew it would be worth it to have him in your arms again.

Your friends had come together to plan a day of getting you out of the apartment. They were worried about you. But not just you.

You did feel a little better that they were dragging Maria out as well. She had been just as hard to get out of the house as you had.

Granted she had two kids, but you meant more in a social way rather than chauffeuring her kids around.

The bar you all were going to was one you had gone to with Billy, Maria, and Frank more than just a few times. Hell, you had a regular drink order there. It had been Ali’s idea to go there and while you had pouted at the memories that immediately assailed you, you agreed.

Drinks with the ladies would be in a few hours so you went through your usual Saturday routine. You checked your emails, replied to any that required immediate attention. The television played in the background as you did laundry and ate cereal for lunch.

If you weren’t going out, you’d put on sweats or one of Billy’s shirts and curl up on the couch for a few hours. There were a stack of books on the coffee table that you wanted to read but you missed reading with Billy during the long days before his deployment.

There were so many memories of Billy in the apartment. Most days you were desensitized to the memories but for some reason they were brighter and hurt more today.

A knock at the door startled you. You glanced at the clock and saw that you had plenty of time before you were to meet with the girls. That in mind, you moved over to the door and pulled it open without checking the peep hole.

“Maria,” you said in surprise as you opened the door a little wider to one of your best friends. “I thought we were all meeting at seven?”

“We are. I just got antsy,” she said as she walked in, stopping to give you a quick hug. “Did you open the door without checking who it was? I think somewhere, Billy just got a migraine.”

You laughed and shut the door behind her. Both of you moved over to the couch and sat down.

“Yeah, I thought about that right as I did it.”

Maria gave a soft smile that you recognized immediately.

“They’ll be home soon,” you said as you reached out to grasp her hand.

She laughed and shook her head as if she was being silly. You watched her wipe her eyes before she met your gaze.

“It wouldn’t be the first time they extended their deployment. You know that as well as I do.”

You hadn’t been with Billy as long as Maria had been with Frank, but this wasn’t the first deployment that you both had been there for. You knew you wouldn’t have made it through without Maria so you were more than willing to be her support right then.

“I know, but we can’t think like that. The what ifs are just going to drive you crazy. And Frank wouldn’t want that for you. Neither of them would want that for us.”

She leaned into your shoulder and you felt her heave a sigh. She knew you were right. It was something she had said to you almost verbatim during the first deployment you had been around for.

“Wanna watch crappy TV before we head out?”

She gave you a smile before she nodded. You leaned into her a little more and flicked the sound up a little higher before you settled in for the time being.

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The bar wasn’t as crowded as you had expected for a Saturday evening. Alison had positioned you and Maria at a table and the rest of the group sat down with you. It was strange, but Ali was the kind of girl that liked to do things in a certain way.

They were probably just wanting to make sure the two of you had support and enough distractions tonight.

Two drinks in, Ali was checking her phone every few seconds. It wasn’t too unusual because she was on about six different dating apps, but you almost wanted to call her out on it. She usually was the one that called for everyone to put their phones away when you were together.

“How much longer until the men get home?” It was one of your other friends, Sandra, that asked that question softly.

“Another three weeks at least,” Maria said sullenly as she pushed her drink away.

“It could always be longer,” you explained as you gripped Maria’s hand. “It wouldn’t be the first time the government messed things up.”

Ali grinned at her phone before she looked up at the two of you. Her smile grew wider for a second before she tried to lessen it a bit.

“I know you both really miss the guys. And I just know that when they come back, it’ll be a wonderful moment.”

Before you could say anything, you heard someone clearing their throat behind you. You turned your head to glance and see if maybe your chair was blocking the way and immediately froze.

“Billy?”

He was standing in his uniform and once you realized that you were not hallucinating, you squealed and launched yourself out of your chair over to him. You heard applause and the sound of people “aww”ing as well as another squeal, but you couldn’t see anything but the man in your arms.

“You’re home?” You pulled back to meet his eyes and he tugged you into a kiss before you could say anything else.

The kiss made you melt into him even more, his hands wrapped around you being the only thing keeping you up it felt like.

“I’m home,” he whispered against your lips between kisses. “We both are.”

You pulled back and glanced to the side to see Frank and Maria wrapped up in each other just a few feet away. Maria was crying, her shoulders shaking. Frank met your eyes and gave you a smile as he hugged his wife tighter.

You looked back at Billy and wiped tears out of your eyes as you asked, “How?”

“Got rotated back early. Frank reached out to Ali because we wanted to surprise the two of you.”

With a gasp, you whirled around to face Ali and the girls who were all staring at you with tears in their eyes. And their phones up to show that they had definitely been filming that moment.

“Thank you,” you called to her before you turned back to Billy. “I can’t believe you’re home. You’re here.”

He tilted your face up and pressed a kiss to your lips that made your eyes start to tear up again. There was so much emotion brewing in you as you held on tight to him, your fingers wrapped in his jacket.

“We’ll get together tomorrow or Monday,” Frank said from off to the side, drawing your attention away from Billy. “I’d stick around but I want to get home and see the kids.”

You separated from Billy long enough to wrap Frank in a hug. You could see Maria doing the same to Billy, her hands on his cheeks before she gave him a tight hug. Frank squeezed you tight and pulled back to look down at you for a moment.

“It’s good to see you again Y/N,” he said as he gave you another brief hug. “I hope you guys don’t mind, but I really wanna go hug my kids.”

“Go,” you said as you pushed him over to Maria. Even Billy was smiling at the two of them. “We’ll meet up, all of us. There’s no rush.”

Once the Castles were gone, you could see that the rest of your table had mostly meandered off to leave you and Billy alone. You looked up at him, tears still in your eyes.

You’d missed him so much.

“Do you want to get something to eat? Or would you prefer to go home and shower? Sleep maybe?”

He tugged you in, tilting your head up to give you a kiss that made your toes curl in your shoes.

“I’d rather take you home and show you how much I missed you.”

You swallowed and gave him a quick nod, your breaths coming in shorter in anticipation.

Neither of you could get out of the bar fast enough.

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The sound of the shower made you smile as you made your way to the kitchen. After a very eventful evening at home and then a solid nine hours of sleep, Billy had finally gotten up to shower. You wanted to go ahead and start breakfast—well, lunch at this point—so that he could have something to eat once he was out of the shower.

While you waited for the stove to heat up, you looked at the calendar that hung on the wall nearby. The dates were checked off, aimed towards one that had a little dot in the corner.

You hadn’t felt comfortable circling the date that he was supposed to be coming home because you felt like it would jinx it. And the thought of him not coming home when you missed him so much had nearly broken you before.

Hands fell to your hips and a pair of lips brushed your cheek, breaking you from your daze. You hadn’t even heard the water turn off.

“Morning,” he mumbled against your neck as he placed another kiss there.

His hands were roaming your sides and lower. You slapped at his hand with a spatula and laughed as you craned your neck to meet his eyes.

“You need to eat,” you said with a laugh as he pouted. At your words, he started to grin wider and you rolled your eyes. “Food, you insatiable man. You need real food. Or do you miss MREs already?”

“Low blow,” he teased as he pulled back. He followed the direction you had been staring and looked over the calendar with interest as you went back to making lunch.

Just yesterday you had been thinking about how much you missed him being here. His presence had always felt so tangible in the apartment and now he was there. You could reach out and touch him, prove that it hadn’t just been a very good dream.

With lunch cooking, you stepped into his space and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” you said as you pressed a kiss to his jaw.

“Me too,” he mumbled as he leaned in to kiss you again, pressing you back against the fridge.

Lunch was going to get cold but you didn’t care. You were just happy to have Billy back in your arms.

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eleanor-writes-stuff · 5 years

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slide into my DMs [ficlet, i/iii]

Rey has an problem. Ben has a solution. Twitter brings them together.

OR: in which Ben shoots his shot - in the sweetest, most respectful, no-pressure way possible, because this is Ben Solo we’re talking about.

PART I: SHOOT YOUR SHOT | PART II | PART III

Update from the hell that is writer’s block: I’m still incapable of writing my usual proper one-shots. Instead, here’s yet another mini-fic that no one asked for - this time featuring social media, because I’m hip with the kids.

Also available on AO3.

Rey has been locked in a staring contest with her shower head for about five minutes now.

It’s been two hours since she got home from her shift at Maz’s, and she would like nothing more than to wash off the lingering smell of fried food and spilled beer. But fall has finally arrived and brought with it even-colder-than-usual ice water, and Rey can feel her lungs shaking at the mere thought of the shower that awaits her.

“Fuck everything,” she huffs, backing away from the shower for the fourth time in thirty minutes. Her phone sits on the countertop, lighting up every so often with notifications from friends tweeting about their super fun Friday night at the latest culinary hotspot or sharing bathroom selfies from fancy clubs Rey wouldn’t even be hired to work at, let alone be allowed into. Ignoring all of her classmates’ posturing, she quickly types out a tweet of her own.

endless pit @reyofsunshine

day 51 of ice cold showers because my landlord is a fucking cheapskate who refuses to fix anything

Bitching about her situation on social media won’t magically heat up her water, but it’s better than glaring at the cracked tiles of her bathroom wall. Even scrolling past everyone else’s over-the-top pictures seems preferable to a shower at this point, and Rey finally gives up – for now – as she trudges back into her bedroom and perches on the edge of her bed while she scoffs and laughs and shakes her head at her friends’ antics.

Finn, Rose, and Poe are at that weird new edible flower café, and based on their pictures she can tell Rose is about as baffled by the menu as she had been.

Jess and Kaydel finally managed to get a table at Coruscant, but they don’t seem that impressed by the itty-bitty portion sizes and the comparatively monstrous price tags.

Hux is in his usual Friday night hangout spot, spamming everyone’s feeds with bathroom selfies featuring the tacky gold wallpaper that’s unique to Finalizer, the most overpriced club in town. And judging by the way his cheeks match his hair, her least favorite classmate is already drunk as a skunk.

“Fun,” Rey mutters to herself as she navigates away from the app and moves to set her phone aside. It buzzes just before she can put it down, and a quick tap at the screen reveals one unread message from–

Rey tilts her head as she considers the sight of Ben Solo in her notifications. Have they ever even interacted on Twitter? They’ve traded messages on Instagram, mainly just snarky replies to each other’s stories, and they talk all the time in the group chat Poe added them to at the beginning of the semester, but this… this is new.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant I’ve got a great shower.

endless pit @reyofsunshine how nice for you

Rey replies almost immediately, rolling her eyes at Ben and his trust fund apartment in the nice part of town. Forget hot water; the guy probably has actual water pressure and one of those fancy massage shower heads.

He sees her message, and then takes his own sweet time writing and deleting, writing and deleting until–

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant And a really comfortable bed too. In case I wasn’t being obvious enough.

“Oh,” Rey says out loud, and somehow that single, dumbfounded word appears on her screen a second later.

Ben’s… her friend, in a way. More Poe’s friend than hers, but they still interact often enough that she counts him among the ten or so actual friends she’s made in her two years at college. He’s nice enough when he’s not giving her a hard time, but then again she’s always being an ass to him in return; it’s not like they even mean anything by it at this point, it’s just their thing.

Which makes this conversation all the more bizarre and unexpected, given the usual tone of their friendship.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant And a fully-stocked fridge.

Rey laughs despite her confusion.

endless pit @reyofsunshine next time lead with that

Next time? Next time?

Ben replies before she can freak out and rush into damage control mode.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant Noted. So… Wanna come over?

She snorts at her phone and replies with the first thought that comes to mind, guiding them back to familiar ground.

endless pit @reyofsunshine wow you must be desperate bit of a dry spell, Solo?

But Ben’s always been stubborn – just as stubborn as her, according to Poe – so it comes as no surprise when he refuses to be herded back to safety.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant It doesn’t have to be like that. I just thought it’d be nice to spend time with you.

endless pit @reyofsunshine spend time with me? is that what they’re calling it these days?

Rey smirks as she watches the telltale dots appear and disappear, trying to picture Ben’s reaction on the other end of the conversation. Whether or not he meant it that way, she’d bet a good chunk of this month’s paycheck that he’s already blushing. It gives him away every time, even when he manages to bite back a smile and maintain intense eye contact – which he does with her a lot, now that Rey thinks about it.

Maybe she should’ve seen this coming.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant Rey. I’m serious.

He’s got his serious face on, then – the one he wears in class, the one she occasionally sneaks glances at because the focus in his eyes is… admirable. His attention span in a class full of kids who are half-asleep is admirable, that’s all, and it’s not like she sometimes wonders what it’d feel like to have him look at her with that kind of single-minded focus.

endless pit @reyofsunshine so you’re asking me to go over for a free meal and a hot shower and then we’ll just… what, cuddle up in front of the TV?

It’s a cozy little scene right out of the domestic daydreams Rey tells herself she absolutely doesn’t have, but this is college. And Ben, decent though he may be, is still a college boy. Maybe he has a TV in his bedroom. Maybe this is the part where he not-so-jokingly suggests that they Netflix and chill.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant If that’s what you want.

Rey blinks at her screen and waits for him to add to that, to pepper their chat with increasingly suggestive alternative options for the evening.

A full minute later, it finally dawns on her.

endless pit @reyofsunshine wait oh my god you’re serious you actually mean that

She’s so caught up in her own thoughts that she fails to realize just how insulting her disbelief might be until Ben opts to ignore her in favor of cutting straight to the chase.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant Yes or no, Rey?

He’s probably pacing the length of his apartment now, running one hand through his hair while he scowls at his phone, berating himself for even trying–

It’s an oddly displeasing image, especially when accompanied by the realization that there’s no reason for him to be so agitated – not when she’s surprisingly keen to say yes. But…

endless pit @reyofsunshine i’m carless this week and you’re way too far for me to walk

It seems like a poor excuse even to her, but Rey crosses her fingers and bites her lip and hopes Ben takes it as anything but, hopes he can tell how much she actually does want to spend the evening with him and his hot shower and his full fridge.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant I could go pick you up. If you want to come over.

Despite her relief, Rey finds herself staring at his message.

endless pit @reyofsunshine seriously???

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant Sure, why not?

endless pit @reyofsunshine let me get this straight you’re gonna drive twenty minutes in the dark to pick me up take me to your place, feed me, and let me use your shower no funny business and you’re totally fine with that??

His reply comes not two seconds later, and sweeps away the last of Rey’s hesitation.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant Sounds good to me.

This man is not real. This man cannot be real.

But Rey’s been through enough crap in her life to know when something good is in front of her, and this could definitely be good. Great, even.

endless pit @reyofsunshine okay then let me know when you’re here

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant Will do, sweetheart. See you soon.

Rey stares at that message until her screen goes dark, and then it’s a mad rush to empty out her backpack and repack it with her nicest sleeping clothes.

Ben might not be planning on funny business, but she’s reasonably sure he wouldn’t object to it.

This is at least 60% DMs because I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing anymore - other than clearing out my dusty WIPs I thought I’d never write folder, apparently.

As always, thank you for reading and I hope you gained at least some entertainment from this silly little thing. Please don’t hesitate to like/reblog/leave a comment!

UPDATE: somehow this has spawned a second chapter and a tiny epilogue.

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13eyond13 · 5 years

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if someone wants to be a writer what are the advices you give him/her to be good in writing?

Ooh, a very good question! I’m certainly no writing expert myself, there’s SO MUCH I have to work on with my own writing, and I usually spend way more time procrastinating on it than actually practicing it these days, but it’s something I think about constantly and strive to improve upon myself, so I’ll give it a shot.

ADVICE I ALWAYS TRY TO GIVE TO MYSELF WHEN THINKIN’ ABOUT STORYTELLING:

1. WRITE THE STORY YOU WANT TO READ, BUT SOMETHING THAT OTHER PEOPLE WILL HOPEFULLY BE ABLE TO ENJOY, AS WELL. Think of a question you have about life or a weird scenario or a relationship that you really want to answer or investigate, and then try to answer that question or explore that intriguing thing as honestly as you can. Doesn’t matter how big or small or serious or silly it is, if it’s an interesting question mark to you then it probably will be interesting to someone else, too. People generally read stories because we want to learn about ourselves and the world around us in some entertaining way. When we see things in stories that remind us of ourselves or other people we know, or that are tackling topics and concepts we’ve often wondered about ourselves, that’s when we really get emotionally invested. And if you can’t wait to find out what happens next in your own story yourself, that will really compel you to keep putting your butt in the seat to write it!

2. WRITE HOWEVER FEELS MOST NATURAL TO YOU, AND DON’T CONSTANTLY COMPARE YOUR OWN METHODS TO EVERYONE ELSE. Some people like to meticulously plot out their whole story before they begin, and some people like to just wing it and see what sort of weird surprises come out. Both approaches are valid, and so is a mix of the two! Play around with it and see what helps you get words down on paper the easiest. It won’t always be effortless, but it shouldn’t feel like a punishment or a horrible chore that you dread every time you sit down to create, either.

3. MAKE TIME FOR CONSUMING LOTS OF GOOD STORIES. Watch cool movies and TV and read books and comics and carefully observe all the people you know in your everyday life. Absolutely everything is a useful learning opportunity if you want it to be. Pay close attention to the world around you, because it’s all inspiration, even the mundane stuff. It’s those little realistic moments that really give stories life and weight and make people pay attention to what you’re saying as having a spark of truth to it. Get in the habit of describing the things you’re observing to yourself, too, because that’s what writing is. The more you read / watch / experience the more you will internalize the art of storytelling and start figuring out what is good and what isn’t, what feels cliche and lazy and untrue and what feels real and moving and fresh. If you think a story really sucks, don’t just zone out, figure out exactly why you think it sucks, too!

4. MAKE TIME FOR CREATING YOUR OWN STORIES WITHOUT OUTSIDE INFLUENCES OR DISTRACTIONS, TOO. Develop a routine and make it a habit and create your own cozy rituals around the act of writing. Whatever puts you in the best mood for it and keeps your head-space open for clearly visualizing your imaginary world.

Personally, I get very inspired by reading other people’s stories, but they also distract and block me from writing when I’m trying to create something of my own. Everyone is different, but I know I need to keep these two things (story-consuming and story-creating) pretty separate, or else I start doubting everything I try to write and picking it apart way too much. Figure out what kind of writer you are and structure your time and your work-space accordingly.

5. GET TO KNOW YOUR CHARACTERS REALLY WELL. The characters that are the easiest to write and the most fun to read are the ones that the author knows well and understands inside-out. Every single character should want to gain something and/or be afraid of losing something, or else they will be flat and boring. If someone only exists purely to be a love object or an opponent to another character and they don’t display any sort of inner life or personality outside of that role, it will show, and they will not be very relatable or compelling.

If a character is feeling really flat or you’re having a hard time getting inside their head, two great first questions to ask yourself are: “What would this character be doing right now if they weren’t involved in this specific plot?” And: “What would they be doing if they could do absolutely anything that they wanted to do in the world?”

Sometimes you won’t understand a character or how they need to develop or the main conflict / goal of your characters or story at all until you write more scenes with them or even get to the very end of your story, but that’s what second drafts and rewrites are for! You can always go back and clarify all that stuff later, adding more depth and streamlining stuff and cutting things out as you see fit.

6. DON’T GET TOO SAD ABOUT YOUR CRAPPY ROUGH DRAFTS. They’re going to suck at first most of the time. Just keep chugging and tweaking things and keeping a positive mindset, it will definitely not be perfect in the first try! I’ve often saved many versions of things I’ve written and then been shocked when I go back to the early drafts at how much worse they used to be. That’s why we have rewriting and editing and getting feedback from beta readers.

7. SAVE EVERYTHING YOU WRITE. Even if you decide to cut it out of your story because it’s not working right, it can almost always be used again for something else in the future. Maybe you wrote a great description that doesn’t suit the tone of the story, or a funny conversation that doesn’t add anything useful to that particular scene. Put those unused bits into a scrap folder and dig them out to use again somewhere else, either in the same story or a different story altogether.

8. WRITE DOWN YOUR IDEAS FOR YOUR STORY AS SOON AS YOU GET THEM. Keep a little memo pad app on your phone or carry a notebook around. It’s easy to forget those useful little nuggets again later if you don’t.

9. DON’T WRITE ANYTHING YOU WOULDN’T FEEL COMFORTABLE READING OUT LOUD. If it would be way too embarrassing to read to even your most ideal and nonjudgmental reader, then it’s probably a bit over-the-top and should be reworked until it feels more natural and more honestly “you.” I forget where I originally heard this little piece of advice, but I love it and think it’s a good one to keep in mind (mostly because I used to do that a lot, and still do sometimes, lol)

10. FIND SOMEONE YOU TRUST TO GIVE YOU HELPFUL CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK ON YOUR WORK. Beta readers are so important! Ideally it should be someone with a good sense of spelling/grammar and an eye for detail who also understands and enjoys your writing and the things you care about, and is also good at articulating exactly why something is/ is not working well yet. This can be scary and embarrassing sometimes, but if it’s the right person doing it they will both encourage you and help you grow by giving you good honest suggestions for things that can be improved or changed. We often don’t even realize all the things that aren’t coming off well in our own writing after staring at it so long, but that fresh pair of eyes is often very good at picking it out for us, and they’re just trying to help us write the best story we can.

11. FINALLY, there are so many great resources for learning about storytelling online or at your library!

Here are a few YouTube channels on the subject that I really like:

-Lessons from the Screenplay (my favourite): [X]

-Every Frame a Painting (mostly about visual storytelling, but still a ton of great lessons): [X]

-Alexa Donne (a published fiction author with decent practical advice): [X]

-Ellen Brock (an editor with good practical advice): [X]

A few books on the subject I’ve read and enjoyed:

-Reading Like a Writer by Francine Prose

-On Writing by Stephen King

-Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott (thank you to @translightyagami for the rec!)

And here is my collection of writing advice that seemed pretty legit from Tumblr:

writing advice tag [X]

Best of luck with telling your own stories, and thank you for asking me to blabber like a nerd about it!!

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Movin’ On - Chapter One

Movin’ On - By JamieMac

Description: A relationship is made up of moments. Moments that span days and years, spaces of time. Y/N had been with Harrison Osterfield for 10 years, but after a horrific argument they break up. She finds herself reminiscing, about all the good times they had together and all of the bad times that they went though… she starts to see the pieces that fell - what she once thought was the perfect puzzle, every piece in its place, turned out to be a facade, one big jumbled up mess with nothing but patches in place of the missing pieces.

A gentle breeze blew through the open window, ruffling the curtains gently as Y/N stared at the piles of clothes strewn across her bed. Two large empty suitcases were opened in front of her and she sighed at the daunting task that lay before her. She had narrowed down what she was going to take with her and what would be left behind. Her entire life brought down to nothing more than a few articles of clothing and personal items. She reached up, her fingers brushing across her cheeks. Her eyes caught the light bouncing off the tears that wetted her skin. She took a deep breath and started to pack away her things.

Ten years. Ten years of a relationship gone. Ten years spent with one man, the man she thought she had loved. The man she thought had loved her back. Her entire life had revolved around him and in retrospect, she realized that maybe that had been a bad choice. She had wanted him to be happy, she had wanted to be happy but after ten years she was tired of trying. He had moved out of their home a couple months ago and after trying to continue her life in this bustling city, she had chosen to finally pack up and move back home. She missed home. She missed the rain. She missed the people. She missed her family. She loved the LA sunshine and the beaches, but she hated everything else about this fucking city, but she mostly hated what it had stolen from her.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sounds emitting from her phone. She reached across a stack of shirts and grabbed for the small device, swiping across the screen. “Hello,” She said, listening to the familiar voice on the other end. “My flight is tomorrow morning. Are you still planning on picking me up from the airport?” She waited for a response, nodding her head despite the fact that no one could see. “Okay, thank you. It’ll be so good to see you again.” She said her goodbyes and hung up, tossing the phone back onto the bed. She felt more tears escape, sliding down her cheeks. Why was she still crying over him? He had moved on. He had been the one who had decided that she was no longer good enough to be in his life. He wanted to keep living a playboy-esque life and she cramped his style. Ten years she had given him and it had been ten years too long.

Her phone chimed again and she glanced at the lit up screen. Groaning, she chose to ignore the notification. She turned on her television, some silly sitcom that would occupy her mind, filling the void with mindless chatter instead of endless thoughts. She focused on her task, clothes going into suitcases, clothes being tossed to the side, items being placed carefully amongst soft articles to protect them from the long travels ahead. She stopped for moments, only briefly, busting through the packing challenge in a couple of hours. She huffed as she dragged the heavy suitcases down the hall to the front door. She stopped, glancing around the near empty home once again. She had been spiteful in the beginning, when she had first found out that he had moved on, selling most of their shared objects. Couches, chairs, dining set, china, TVs.. you name it, she had placed a price tag on it. In her hazy, hurt, depressed mind she had been recouping some of the expense of supporting him through his rollercoaster of a career. The TV in the bedroom droned on, growing louder as she approached the doorway. His face flashed across the screen, and she gasped at the sight of him.

“Harrison Osterfield was seen out partying over the weekend, sans long time girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N. Is this an indication that the couple has finally called it quits after weeks of rumors hinting at trouble in paradise? According to other party goers, Harrison’s time was occupied by two up and coming blonde models. We will keep you updated as we receive more news, but it appears as if he is single and certainly already mingling.”

Y/N wanted to throw something at his face plastered on the screen, but she refrained, instead opting to just change the channel. God, she hated that she still cared about him, about what he did and who he was being seen with. Of course he’d go for younger and prettier. She rolled her eyes, grabbing her last few remaining belongings to move them out to gather around the luggage. Her phone become uncovered, the screen flashing up at her with an incoming call. She didn’t want to answer, but having just witnessed his nightly activities...

“What,” She sounded harsh.

“Geez, what kind of greeting is that?” He laughed.

She fumed, “Harrison I’m not in the mood. What do you want?”

He sighed heavily, “I wanted to come and get the rest of my stuff.”

“I’ll be out tomorrow so the place will be all yours.”

“You’re moving,” His words laced were with genuine surprise.

“I’m done with LA, there isn’t anything left for me here,” Her tone started to soften as the building exhaustion set in.

“Where are you going?”

“Home,” Her voice barely above a whisper.

“To him?”

The question surprised her but at the same time, it had been a long standing point of contention between them. “No, I’m going home because I miss it and I don’t belong here anymore.”

“Oh,” He paused, “Well, whatever.”

“Thanks,” She bite back.

She was about to hang up, but the tone of his voice forced her to stop, “I just want you to be happy Y/N, I’m sorry that I couldn’t do that for you.”

Words escaped her but the increasing silence on the other end saved her from having to say anything. She pulled the phone away from her face, staring at it’s black screen for a moment. The sooner she could leave this town, leave him far behind her, the better off she would be. She didn’t even want to stay here for another night, in this house surrounded by everything that reminded her of him. She pulled up the Uber app, calling for a car. She hauled her luggage out onto the front step, waiting for her ride. A night in a hotel near the airport sounded like the perfect idea, it was neutral and maybe she would actually sleep. How did it all go so wrong? They had started out so innocent, so pure, so youthful. The whole world had been laid out before them, ripe for the taking, perfect for two young ambitious teenagers. The sound of traffic on the busy streets a few blocks over created a lively hum that enveloped her. LA was never quiet. This city never stopped moving. So many people moved here to chase their dreams. Dreams of becoming famous, of making a name for themselves. It was the same dream that had led her and Harrison here, but like so many dashed LA dreams, theirs too were dragged through the mud and stomped into oblivion. She sniffled, trying to force the tears back, cursing herself for still shedding them for him. He had broken her heart long ago, she shouldn’t have any tears left. She closed her eyes, allowing the last rays of sun to warm her skin, basking in it’s soft glow. Her grasp on her memories loosened and her mind wandered back to the first time they had met. Two 17 year old kids, in their last year of school, fighting to become their own people but doing it together.

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universallylightcherryblossom · 6 years

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Some me stuff~

I was tagged by the beautiful @hisokashrine! Thank you for tagging me!!!

1) How many works do you currently have in progress?

*cries* I think it’s about 10?? I don’t even know anymore??? *hides in shame*

2) Do you/would you write fanfiction?

YASSSS THE FANS MUST BE FED *^*

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?

oHOOO hard question! I love ebooks, specifically kindle books but I love, and have a bad habit of hoarding paper books. Y-yeah...I’m the person whose room / house you’ll come into and there’d be books on the chair, table, in bookshelves, on the bed...EverYWheRE

4) When did you start writing?

I think that I was 7 or 8 years old when I first started... I used to write “books” on just about anything and staple the pages together. My first book was about my stuffed toys going on a trip to the zoo (don’t laugh). Surprisingly, it was actually a long story. Then as a preteen I wrote other books like story collections etc. I think that back then it was my dream to publish a children’s book. I only started writing fanfiction in 2014 tho. That’s when the fujoshi in me rose to the surface and leveled up.

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with?

Yeah, if you call bribing them with early updates so that they’d behave themselves “sharing” then yes xD. Lol I’m just being silly :3

6) Where is your favorite place to write?

I write everywhere...from the bus to the crowded taxi, at my desk in work, my bed and even in my dreams, when I actually dream ;w; I don’t think I have a favorite place though since writing is more of a reflex action than premeditated. But my usual place is my bed!!! It usually isn’t a good place to be because most sometimes...I can be there for many hours writing :/

7) Favorite childhood book

The Adventures of Tin Tin!! Ahhh ^/////^

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication?

Are we talking about publishing for sales or on Ao3 / ffnet? Eh...I have one that I want to publish for sales eventually but I abandoned it like 10 years ago to focus on university. Maybe one day I’ll get back to it. Other than that there’s the fics I publish :9

9) Pen and paper or computer?

I mainly use my phone’s word processing app to write then copy and paste it into the main document for whenever I am by a computer or have internet access. This is because I write anywhere the mood strikes me and most times I either don’t have paper available or people are on either side of me squishing me so I don’t have full use of my arm. BUT I do love pen and paper for those moments when an idea hits me and I have to write it down quickly before I forget...like when I dream of a plot I want to write and wake with a start lol

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes?

No...only the mandatory English classes in High School and university ;w;

11) What inspires you to write?

Ohoho! We’re keeping it PG right? Well...what inspires me can be anything but most notably it’s reading. That’s why I’ve become very bad at reading other people’s fics and even books. I never get to finish them because as soon as I start, my brain is like ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? ARE YOU READING?? HOW DARE! YOU SHOULD BE WRITING!!!!!!’ and suddenly my writer’s block miraculously gets rid of itself and I’m bombarded with 1001 ideas for all my stories at once and I just have to ‘x’ out of the internet and start writing asap :/ Idk why that happens and I kind of hate it because I feel so guilty when ppl ask me to read their stuff and my brain does this...

Ooooh so now I tag @argus91 @rinmorow@kailablackheart @ketsalistli @abnisins @badmagictrick @judas-had-a-crown You don’t have to do it but it’s fun and if anyone else wants to do it go right ahead and dont forget to tag me so I can know more about you ;D

#universallylightcherryblossom #meee #HxH writing

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leighbot · 7 years

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valentine’s day fluffy drabble - part of my ‘zayn as a beauty vlogger’ ‘verse. featuring gender fluid zayn/veronica and harry the adorable boyfriend. note: this is not intended to portray the only way for a person to be nonbinary or genderfluid- this is simply one interpretation. this drabble is told from veronica’s perspective.

BEFORE ANYONE ASKS: i don’t know, okay? this just... happened today.

It’s almost perfect but there’s something still wrong with the lighting. Since moving to her new flat in Norwalk, Veronica’s never been able to completely figure out the complicated overhead ceiling lights. She’s lucked into getting the perfect levels before but tonight, her luck seems to have run out.

It’s no big deal- there wasn’t really a video planned for tonight so her viewers aren’t going to be as critical as if it were one of her makeup tutorials. A quick update has more room for error.

“Hey, everyone,” she says into the camera, shifting so her shadow doesn’t block her features. Her hair tonight is long and curly like a Disney princess and her makeup is still mostly flawless even after a long evening. She catches sight of a bit of color outside of her lip lines and she wipes it away with another quick look to the viewer to check. “Just wanted to post a quick update.”

“I know it’s usually annoying when people come on YouTube and gush about their S.O.’s around Valentine’s Day- how many posts do we have to see, really?- but I think I’m becoming one of those people.”

Veronica ducks her head for a second, catching herself speaking too quickly to be understood. Her Northern accent is a bit hard for people to follow, especially when she doesn’t enunciate, so she forces a breath and calms down. She casts a glance at the camera again, knowing her lashes are perfectly done up tonight and that it will translate to the camera well enough.

Can’t take the beauty blogger out of the girl.

“You guys have heard me talk about Harry,” she says carefully. “He’s… he’s really, really great. He had this grand idea of a Valentine’s Day date but it kind of went terribly?” she laughs. “I don’t know how he managed to do it, but he failed harder than I’ve ever heard of and it was pretty perfect because of that.”

“So, first off, he told me to be ready at five for our evening but he forgot he had to help a relative with their own VDay surprise until the last second so he calls me at four forty-five to let me know he’s moving it back an hour. He had the most panicked tone, too, like I was going to call it off right then and there. I didn’t mind, of course, because I’m a terrible procrastinator and had only just started getting ready. I got to take it slower and take my time- getting my hair just right, do you guys like it tonight?”

Veronica pauses again, tilting her head so the lights show off the different shades in her hair piece. It’s her most expensive one and her least favorite, if she’s honest, just because of the work associated with it. But she will never deny how pretty it is.

“I like it. Anyway, so we lost our reservation at the restaurant Harry had picked out- he won’t tell me which one it was but I’m sure it was ridiculous and we both would have been uncomfortable anyway. So we ended up going to a Chili’s, instead which- let me tell you a secret: you don’t need a fancy, prissy dinner with waitstaff in tuxes or anything ridiculous like that. Your everyday chain restaurant like Chili’s is going to be perfect- you’re comfortable already in the environment, you already know the food is good and they don’t give those tiny plate things, and it’s got the same Valentine’s Day ambiance and décor. It’s a hundred times better than any fancy place and probably half the price, too.”

Veronica sighs, irritated. “Not that Harry let me pay or even see the check. I tried to swipe my card on the kiosk- I know how much his gigs have been paying him lately- but he wrestled it away from me. Almost knocked our drinks over but he managed to keep his gangly limbs in check long enough.”

“After dinner- I had the Cajun chicken pasta but I skipped the garlic bread because I didn’t want to have bad breath, I knew I’d regret it,” she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder and shifting on her bed. “After dinner, we got back to his car and he gave me flowers and a box of chocolates he’d forgotten about. The flowers are a little wilted-“ she reaches out to pan the camera and show the slightly sad display on her nightstand behind her- “but they’re still lovely. The chocolate, on the other hand…” she laughs, bringing her hand to her mouth to keep the sound quiet. “Chocolate and black cars in LA don’t really mesh. They were almost completely melted and, I went to try one anyway because Harry had his disappointed puppy dog expression on, but I dropped it because it was so soft and it stained my dress.”

“Harry was so mad- at himself, not me obviously- and promised to have it dry cleaned. But I’m hoping you guys will have some suggestions. If not, I’ll search around on Google and figure out a secret. Not paying to have it cleaned when I can do it myself, right?”

“So my dress is- the stain is huge,” she holds up her hands, demonstrating the apple-sized stain now on the thigh of her dress. “And this is a really sexy dress, too. Puts my chicken legs all on display, gives Harry something to look at, the whole nine yards. But now it has a stain that, quite frankly, looks like poo.”

“He had planned on taking me out for drinks and dancing but I didn’t want to go with my dress looking like that and it wouldn’t make sense to come all the way back home here and change when we were already downtown. So we went driving around for a bit- I tried convincing him to just call it a night and chill together at home, but he was determined to have a night out.”

Veronica grins, waving her hands again. “He’s ridiculous. Finally, I told him to find a shop where I could buy something else to wear. We were right by a mall so we ran in- twenty minutes before close. The shop associates probably hated us but I’m pretty lucky because I found a pair of jeans I already know I like and a cardigan. I just dressed in the changing room and paid from the tags, keeping my slip on and putting the sweater over it. I think it looked pretty cute, if not so dressy. Harry got a few pictures of us in the before outfits and then in mine after. I’ll put those on Insta if he hasn’t already.”

“Make sure you guys are following both of us anyway,” she says, pointing to the corner of the screen. She’ll put a “SHAMELESS SELF-PROMO” dialogue box up later with links to their Instagram accounts. It didn’t used to be so easy to put plugs in like that, but a couple years of practice has made it more normal to do and now there’s almost no hesitation to remind viewers to follow the other social media accounts tying back to the uploaded videos. “I’m always popping up in Harry’s photos and half of the pics on my personal one, here,” she says, pointing to the opposite corner, “are of the two of us also. Forgive my boyfriend’s black and white aesthetic,” she smiles at the camera. “He thinks he’s pretty cool. I haven’t had the heart to tell him the truth.”

“Heeeeeyyyyyyyy,” she hears from behind her.

Veronica turns around, smiling over her shoulder at Harry where he’s stood in the doorway in just a towel, drops of water dripping from his long curls to his chest. She winks at him before turning back.

“Harry’s here,” she says with a sly grin. “He took us to the club after all but ended up spilling a whole tray of shots down his shirt. Came to mine to shower.” She pauses, ignoring the flush she feels on her face. “Think I’m going to go now, actually. Just wanted to pop in for a quick update of my day. Hope you all had a great Valentine’s Day like I did, even if you just treated it like a regular Tuesday. Be safe, be sweet and be strong,” she says, blowing a quick kiss at the camera before pulling a silly face and reaching to turn it off.

The mattress bounces as Harry settles in next to her. “You didn’t really mean what you said about me not being cool, right?” he asks, kissing her shoulder where her tank leaves some skin bare. “I’m pretty cool.”

“You’re the coolest,” Veronica assures him, grinning and turning her head to kiss his pouty mouth.

“Come convince me of that,” Harry murmurs against her lips, one hand slipping down her arm and trying to link their fingers together.

“I gotta edit the video, babe,” she protests, pulling away and laughing when Harry whines. “C’mon.”

“You c’mon,” he returns. “Edit it in the morning.”

“Doesn’t make sense to post a Valentine’s night update the next morning,” she reasons. “It’ll take me ten minutes.”

“It’ll take an hour because you’re a perfectionist and by then I won’t be horny at all.”

“That’s a bit of a falsehood.”

“A bit,” Harry allows. He settles back against the pillows behind her for a moment while she opens her editing apps and sets about cutting any parts she thinks are too awkward. “I’m a little hungry still,” Harry says a few minutes later. “I can go whip up something if you’ve got anything in.”

“Just went to the store yesterday,” she says. Harry shifts off of the bed, tugging on a pair of boxer briefs and discarding his towel in the hamper. “Harry,” she calls before he heads out of the room.

“Yeah?” he asks, turning and walking closer to her.

Veronica tilts her head back for a kiss, smiling softly against Harry’s lips. “Tonight was amazing. I’ve never enjoyed anything more.”

“Tonight was a disaster and now your viewers will all know.”

“It was not. Thank you, honestly. You’re good to me.”

Harry brushes her cheek with his palm, cupping her face and tilting her head back for another kiss, which she gives up easily. “You’re good, period.”

“I might be more Zayn when you come back,” she lets him know. “Feeling middle-ish right now.” She doesn’t always know the words to say but Harry always seems to understand- or, he asks the right questions when he doesn’t. Or says the right things.

“I love you always,” Harry assures, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Six months ago, she wouldn’t have believed someone saying that. Not because she didn’t know she deserved it- of course she knew- but just because it was one of those statements that carried a lot of weight with it and sounded cliché if not said with care. But one thing Harry has always shown- whether it’s to Veronica or Zayn or any of their in-between days- is the utmost amount of care.

“I love you,” she says. “So much that I’m going to get this done in ten minutes- I mean it,” she interjects when Harry looks doubtful, “and then I’m going to come help you in the kitchen.”

“I’m timing it.”

Veronica rolls her eyes. “You do that, babe.”

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Prompt? "I post my photography on my blog/Instagram and you’re the only one who likes them and leaves a lil message about how you love my style ilysm even though I have no idea who you are".

This should be 3 chapters which I may or may not do later. If you prompt me from this universe in the future I will crawl through my screen to tell you that I love you.

Prompt me!!

Doing the work of getting photos off of her DSLR onto her phone was probably way to much work for what she got out of it. She didn’t even get very many likes or comments. Cosima was tempted to just post a picture of her boobs for a comparison. For being a photography app, Instagram sure wasn’t conducive to actual photographers.

Not that she was an actual photographer. It was just a minor so she didn’t lose her mind getting her doctorate. She loves science, but even she can’t do science twenty-four seven.

She shook her head at herself, put the finishing touches on her coloring, and hit save. She sent her latest work to herself and went to the lab where she was a teacher’s assistant. Supervising undergrads in a state of the art lab was really not how she wanted to spend her life, but it paid the bills.

When she got out there were a few notifications on her phone. A few texts from friends. A couple notes on tumblr. Yes! Likes on her Instagram! Oh, it was only one.

ShayD. They’ve consistently left feedback on her work, all overwhelmingly positive. Cosima had convinced herself not to cyber-stalk this poor person for liking her work. But today she had less impulse control than usual. Sitting down in the student lounge, she clicked the hyperlink.

The icon was of a smiling blonde woman with fringe bangs and a pride flag painted on her cheek. She clicked on it and zoomed in. Nope, not an ex or a hookup.

Her description was one word: Lover. So many connotations…. It was minimalism at its finest. She scrolled through her pictures. It was mostly food and another blonde woman who appeared to be camera shy and her girlfriend, as most of the pictures were of her in the morning mostly naked with her face down in the pillows. There was a video with a similar thumbnail. She clicked it.

Are you ever gonna get up? the voice behind the camera asked.

Non, tu es ridicule. Je ne me lève pas pour faire une randonnée. sleepy girl mumbled into the pillows.

I don’t know what that means but you promised. And you wanted to take pictures. Come on!

The video cut off as voice behind the camera pressed a series of kisses to pillow girl’s shoulders. It was captioned ‘Delphine every morning.’ But she wasn’t tagged. She must not have an Instagram. The next picture the sleepy girl was in a suit and standing in front of large print of one Cosima’s personal favorite new works.

Holy shit. That was Delphine Cormier.

She’d just seen Delphine fucking Cormier without her shirt on. Delphine Cormier, the rising photography star in the LGBT+ community for her portrait series. Delphine Cormier who was openly bisexual and polyamorous and took shits on stereotypes on a daily basis.

Delphine Cormier’s girlfriend liked her photography. She laughed to herself and then on a whim, she googled where Delphine’s art was currently being shown. It was a couple blocks over…. She had a couple of hours to kill before her next class…

The walk was short but cold. She stomped her feet in the gallery entrance equally to get blood back into her cold feet and to get the sand off of her shoes.

Once she was ready, she entered the gallery proper. There were portraits everywhere. Some were huge, probably life-sized full body shots, and some where small, the size of a regular photograph. They were environmental portraits, the subject almost never looking at the camera while they did something. The only thing that was the same between each one was that a pride flag was added in in coloring of the objects around the subject.

For instance, a medium sized shot of a bartender working the bar. They were filling up a line of six shot glasses all colored to be in gay pride flag order. The bartender was talking to someone off to the right, smiling and not looking at either the camera or the shots. It was touching and sweet.

The next shot was of a guys back in silhouette against the ocean. A surfboard stood in the sand next to him as he looked out over the horizon, his wet suit top dangling around his waist. The sun set over an ocean where the lines of the tide were colored to look like the trans flag.

“He was reluctant to take that photo,” a quiet accented voice informed her from over her right shoulder.

Cosima turned and shit. It was Delphine Cormier. She hadn’t intended to meet her today. Maybe come back later with more knowledge of her work and try to impress her…

“Yeah?” she replied, trying to be cool, “Why was that?”

Delphine shrugged so theatrically that her hoop earrings bumped the tops of her shoulders. “He said something about shirtless trans people being more controversial than what my series was about.

Cosima laughed.

“Delphine,” she introduced herself and held her hand out.

“Cosima,” she introduced herself and shook her hand. “And I think it’s amazing. All these photos….” Cosima was suddenly overwhelmed by how many there were. “They’re incredible. Way better in person.”

Delphine laughed bashfully. “Thank you. You’re familiar with them? From online?”

Cosima nodded excitedly, “Yeah! I saw some of your stuff featured on tumblr and as soon as I read your artist’s statement I just had to go to your website.”

“Oh, wow,” Delphine rubbed the back of her neck and ran her other hand through her hair. “I didn’t know that it had spread so far over the internet.”

Cosima could tell that her work being shared so much made her uncomfortable. “Hey, it’s a good thing. Really,” she tried to reassure her.

They lulled into a comfortable silence as Cosima moved around the gallery. “I hope you don’t mind,” Delphine cut in, “That I’m following,” she explained, “I have to stay and supervise the gallery and I hate to just sit and watch. You seem to have a very good eye and you have things to say.”

“I like to think that I do,” Cosima teased. “This is actually way better than I could have hoped. A personalized tour from the artist? That’s the dream.”

“Are you an artist?” Delphine asked conversationally to cover a blush.

Cosima laughed. “I like to think so. I’m more of a hobbyist.” She pointed to herself, “Photographer.”

“I would love to see some of your work sometime,” Delphine said with something that Cosima couldn’t place in her tone. Was it flirting? Impossible. Why would Delphine be hitting on Cosima?

She turned back to the art and asked questions as they went around the gallery.

She found out that Delphine really likes to use layers in Photoshop. “Some people have argued that it’s too many, but I just like to be safe.” She found out more about Delphine’s artistic mission. “There are people out there that say that sexuality isn’t the most important part of who people are. I say that’s bullshit. I think it’s incredibly important and shapes every aspect of every day for the entirety of your life. I just wanted to make a visual representation of that.”

As Cosima rounded the last corner Delphine described in a sighing voice the portrait of the bisexual MMA fighter working a bag. “I took quite a few shots as he was running on the treadmill. I kept those for my own personal collection.”

Cosima snorted. “Is that why you did a portrait series? So you could oogle potential partners?”

“Maybe,” Delphine giggled. “On an unrelated note, would you be willing to model for me?”

Cosima outright laughed. “I would love to, but I have to get back to class.”

“Oh, what are you studying?” Delphine asked with a little bit of surprise in her voice.

“Evolutionary Development. I’m about a year and half away from my doctorate.”

“That sounds interesting. Would you like to tell me more about it over coffee after your class is out?” Okay. This was flirting.

Cosima gaped.

“I’m sorry,” Delphine waved her hands in front of her. “That was too forward.”

“No, no! I would love to get coffee, I just didn’t think that that was a thing that could happen.”

“Okay,” Delphine reached into her back pocket, her flirtatious face back, “Here is my card. Text me.”

Cosima sprinted out of her class and to the coffee shop. Only when she saw the front window did she slow down. She tried to calm herself and be more composed when she entered. She spotted Delphine easily, her messy blonde hair sticking out from the crowd.

“Hey!” Delphine waved. “How was class?” she asked as Cosima sat down.

“Good. A little overwhelming. Who knew there was so much to discuss about the phenotype development of ancient bacteria?”

Delphine’s eye widened a little. “You do now.”

Cosima laughed. “Were you a stereotypical art student and just hated science?”

“No, actually, this may sound silly to you,” she laughed, “But I was an immunology student at one point.”

“Really?” Cosima asked incredulous.

“Yeah. I was almost done with my bachelor’s and I was miserable. When I was at my lowest my girlfriend suggested I just take a year to take fun classes and I fell in love with photography.” She shrugged. “So I know what those words mean, just not together.”

Cosima laughed. Just as she was about to respond the waitress came over, she took her order and left quietly.

“So,” Cosima started, liking where this evening was going, “You mentioned an ex girlfriend, your photo series is about LGBT+ people, and you asked me out for coffee.”

Delphine smirked. “Is there a question in there?”

“I mean,” Cosima shrugged, “Do you really want me to model for you or is something else going on here?”

“Well, I would like something else to be happening, but I have to make a quick correction.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Delphine bit her lip. “Shay, the girlfriend I mentioned. She’s not an ex, we are still together.” When Cosima’s eyebrow shot up in question she asked, “Do you know what polyamory is?”

Cosima felt her face flush. “I’m aware of it, but I guess I don’t understand enough about it.” She was also aware of Shay but chose not the mention that this whole meeting was happening because she accidentally cyber-stalked her girlfriend.

“Well,” Delphine blushed too, she looked a little uncomfortable. “As long as I tell Shay, I can date or sleep with anyone I want. Some people all date each other but Shay generally doesn’t.”

“Oh,” she grinned. Delphine Cormier was now propositioning her. Wow today was a good day.

Delphine nodded, a small smile creeping up on the corner of her lips. Something caught her eye behind Cosima. “Speaking of,” she said with surprise.

Cosima looked over her shoulder and saw the woman from Instagram. Delphine’s girlfriend. Shay.

“Hey!” Delphine greeted her with a kiss.

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

“Having coffee with a friend. What are you doing here?”

Shay sighed. “So, I know it’s my night to make dinner but I’m just wiped. I thought I’d pick up something and maybe if I got the pastries you like you wouldn’t notice.” She turned to Cosima. “Hi, I’m Shay.”

Cosima offered her hand for a shake. “Cosima.”

“Cosima… I recognize that name from somewhere. Have we met before?”

Ah, shit. “I think I would remember.”

“Wait…” Delphine looked like she was having an epiphany. “You said you were a photographer?” When Cosima nodded she continued, “You post on Instagram. I don’t have my own so I use Shay’s account to follow you.”

Shay laughed, “What a small world. I think I just saw one of your pieces today.”

“Huh,” Cosima’s voice a few octaves higher than usual. “That’s crazy.”

“Chérie, why don’t you sit with us?” Delphine asked Shay.

“Sure,” Shay shrugged and slid into the chair next to Delphine.

Delhine turned back to Cosima. “I love your work. Why didn’t you say anything?”

Cosima laughed. “Well, thank you. But I figured talking about my own work while in someone else’s gallery show was a bit too much.”

“That’s fair,” Delphine nodded.

The table fell into a comfortable silence while Shay situated herself. She looked up and got a little embarrassed that she was the center of attention.

“What were you guys talking about when I interrupted. It looked interesting,” Shay asked.

Cosima thought back and immediately tried to say Nothing! but Delphine beat her to it.

“You,” she leaned over and kissed Shay’s cheek.

“Oh,” Shay giggled. “That kind of friend?” she teased quietly.

Delphine nodded once with a smile.

They both turned to Cosima, whose cheeks were on fire. She laughed awkwardly. She didn’t know why it was every straight boy’s dream to be stared at with desire by multiple beautiful women. It made Cosima want to throw up a little bit.

“Are you okay?” Delphine asked, genuinely concerned.

“Yeah, no, I’m great. There’s just some weird sexual tension happening here and I’m.... very confused.” Cosima’s voice was cracking more than an ice cube in warm water.

Shay laughed. “Sorry, that’s probably my bad. Usually people find it easier to meet me after they’ve been with Delphine.”

Delphine looked between Shay and Cosima quizzically. She turned to Shay. “Are you....? Êtes-vous flirter avec elle?”

“Soit cool,” Shay chastised.

Cosima gaped, not wanting to say that her mom’s side of the family is from the French quarter of Louisiana and she understood every word. She took a sip of coffee to cover her discomfort.

Delphine grinned and looked back to Cosima. “Have you ever been intimate with two people at once?”

Cosima almost spit her coffee out. “I mean,” she squeaked, “It’s been a thought I’ve had.”

Shay laughed, “Deli, chill out. Don’t scare her. We’re just having coffee.” She turned to Cosima, “Sometimes she forgets that not everybody is as open as her.”

Cosima nodded, the blush fading from her cheeks. Shay was taking most of the pressure off and it was welcome. “That must have been interesting. When you guys first got together.”

Delphine laughed.

Shay smiled with her. “She wasn’t always like this.”

“Yes. Shay turned me into what you see today.”

“I did not! I just said you should be more in tune with your feelings and be open to talk about them.” She laughed, “This is your own doing.”

Delphine leaned in and bumped their shoulders together, “You created a monster.”

Cosima giggled. “You guys are cute.” She shifted stiffly. She was curious about something but wasn’t sure if it was appropriate. “Can I ask something kind of personal?”

“Sure,” Shay said immediately, “Delphine just asked you about your sex life.”

Delphine snorted.

“Okay,” she laughed. “Can I ask how you guys decided to be polyamorous? You guys just seem really happy together.”

“Hmm. Well first of all,” Delphine gently corrected, “Polyamory isn’t a cure for relationships that aren’t happy.”

“I know. I just meant, like, you’re happy with each other so what pushed you to consider dating other people?”

“Ah,” Shay said. “That’s kind of sad.” Delphine nodded. Shay put her arm around her shoulders before continuing. “I was in the military. I enlisted right after college. I had to spend ten weeks on a base with zero free time for basic training. And this one,” she jostled Delphine who smiled bashfully, “Was miserable. When I got back she was the definition of clingy.”

“Sorry for just being so in love with you that I missed you.”

Shay laughed and kissed Delphine’s cheek. “I guess it’s okay.” She sighed. “I got deployed really fast. In the month or so that we had before I left we talked about it. Cuz I don’t really mind. As long as I have her to come home to and she’s safe,” she shrugged. “I just want her to be happy.”

Delphine nodded, “I was still miserable, though. I just got, how do you say the one...” She looked to Shay, “Touch starved. That’s the one.”

Shay nodded. “So it was just like, we would Skype and still be emotionally girlfriends, but I couldn’t be there to hold her. And she would find physical stuff elsewhere.”

“Did people get mad?” Cosima asked. She worried for past Delphine, so lonely and putting herself at risk.

“No,” Delphine laughed, “Honestly, it made dating easier. It’s easier to find people online only looking for hookups than you think. What was that app I used?”

“Tinder,” Shay supplied.

“Oh, god,” Cosima grumbled. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

Shay nodded. “And then I got back. And I wasn’t like, really into sex for a while, so we talked and Delphine just kept doing her thing.”

“The rule then was I had to be home early enough to spoon her to sleep.”

“Yeah. Sometimes I wanna reinstate that rule,” she teased.

“And now?” Cosima asked. “What are the rules for hookups or...” she didn’t want to sound to presumptuous but as she talked more with them she really didn’t want to be just a hookup, “Like, relationships.”

“I don’t really go elsewhere so much anymore,” Delphine said. “It’s usually just those things that just happen. You meet a lot of passionate people in the art world.” She shrugged.

“Like you,” Shay nudged Cosima’s knee under the table with her own.

Cosima blushed. “So.... am I just a passionate person? Or... am I..” she trailed off, not really confident enough to finish.

Shay and Delphine looked to each other. It seemed they had a telepathic conversation and looked back to Cosima.

“I think we’re going to have to have a talk,” Shay said aloud for Cosima’s benefit. “We’ll get back to you.”

Cosima laughed, hopeful for the latter option but not wanting to force herself in between the two.

The rest of coffee went smoothly. Shay and Delphine hit on Cosima who mostly was okay. She spluttered only a little bit. They parted ways afterward, not trying to push anything.

Cosima got a text a few days later, asking her to dinner. There they informed her that they had reached a decision. If she wanted, she could be a girlfriend to both of them, on equal ground as them in a triad.

After dinner she had the best sex of her life.

Three years later, after Cosima had graduated and gotten a real job, they moved into a new place together.

#chiot-et-exploratrice #I Should Have Been A Photographer #cosima niehaus #delphine cormier #shay davydov #coshayphine #my fic #also confident!delphine #look at me doing the confidence thing #yeet

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zsloth111-blog · 6 years

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