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youarejesting · 4 years

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Curse.6 The last batch

[First] [Masterlist] [Next] Beta: @lunarlxve, @sweetnspicy93 Rating: PG Pairing: Prince!Jin x Reader Genre: fantasy, romance, comedy, drama, mystery, and more good stuff

Summary: A modern-day fairy tale whereby seven young princes born under King Bang’s greed cannot find true love. Unless they break a special spell, called the ‘Bang curse’. In order to break the curse, Prince Seokjin must be loved by a ‘Blue’ blood, by a royal. That seems almost impossible when you have a pig nose. (based off the movie Penelope)

[Story Give Away]

The alarm on your phone was going off. The cursed Marimba pierced through your dreams with the same intensity it did your ears. You had come home late from the bar where you had barely made enough to cover rent and your bills. You weren't one to wake up before noon, you usually took night jobs as they paid more. You're sleep addled brain was trying to catch up to why you set your alarm so early today

Rolling over your back, you stretched and cracked each vertebrae into place. Opening a single eye, you attempted to read your phone screen and caught the alarm name through blurred vision. ‘Meet with Prince’. Snorting at the absurdity of such a name for an alarm and switched it off as quickly as possible, throwing the electronic device back onto the mattress, and nestling into the pillows to try to regain some of your lost sleep. At least that was the plan until your phone pinged.

Who the hell is texting you this early? Whoever it was, you were ready to give them a lengthy and highly inappropriate response. Sneering at your phone, you sat up with a guttural growl, your body teetering forward before you regained your balance, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Just a reminder to all the ladies for the group meeting, it is today at Nine Thirty please be there on time for paperwork. The meeting with the prince is at Ten.”

9:20

Realization fell over you, and you screamed, flailing out of bed, getting caught up in phone charger cords, blankets, and sheets. Crawling across the ground, you grabbed your closet doors, ripping them open and scrambling to grab the outfit you had picked out the night before. You paused, looking at the text, which told you to dress casually. You hummed, looking at the cute dress that would go well with the pink blazer. You instead chose a pair of ripped black jeans and a basic white Tee.

Pulling them on, you splashed on the quickest and simplest makeup grabbing your bag and running. You ran across town, arriving out the front of the palace and getting pulled behind a van. Fists raised ready to throw hands at your attacker, you turned to see a weird-looking man and a small young lady biting her nails behind him, eyeing off the palace. “You are Suryeon, aren’t you?”

“What?” You shouted, lowering your fist as you remembered you were supposed to be pretending to be Suryeon to get a photo of the prince. “uh yeah. That’s me.”

“You wore that?” The young woman asked, eyeing your outfit incredulously like she couldn’t comprehend anyone wearing these clothes.

“It said to dress casually, so I did?” Looking over her designer trousers pressed perfectly and the luxury brand shirt and jacket, she undeniably looked better, like royalty.

“Well put the jacket on, and head in you are running late,” You slipped the jacket on, and he explained, “When you want to take a picture, this button on the inside hem at your hip will trigger the camera to take a picture. The camera is here in the pin on your lapel.”

“Got it, Let’s go” you turned and ran off towards the gates when you heard them calling your name; you ignored them, they both seemed crazy, and you didn’t want to linger around them too long. This was just work, a job and your only task was to get a photo of the eldest prince that no one had ever seen.

You arrived in the waiting room and took the clipboard flicked through and signed on the bottom of every page without care, you read the words on the final page as you wrote the date. ‘If you agree to the terms within the contract and the repercussions if they are breached, please sign on the final line’. That was clear, but the line was not, there were three lines. Everyone was handing their documents over and you sighed, and signed the very last line and handed it over walking in last.

Everyone was staring at you as you walked in there. There were a total of perhaps twenty females, including you and Adora, who told everyone to get comfortable while she went to take the files away and said the chat room will be opened soon. The door closed behind her, and you looked around to see everyone’s eyes on you. Spotting a spare seat on the four-person couch, you sat down politely, respecting everyone’s space.

The others were quick to stand up from their seats and walked away. One of the particularly rich-looking females sneered backing away from you as if you held her at gunpoint, “You have hair rollers in your hair?”

“Thank you for telling me,” You pulled the rollers free and shoved them in your bag.

“Cute bag, where did you get it?”

“The second-hand store,” you admitted before biting your lip regretting your words. “I like to dress like poor people, the street style, you wouldn’t understand. You don’t look like you are in the cool crowds, but it's all the new trends, the style you have is classified as grandmother style clothes compared to mine.”

They visibly squared their shoulders and glanced up from their phones suddenly all ears to this new trend. You walked around to the mirror, playing the room with your words trying to appear as wealthy and snobbish while dressed in absolute garbage compared. “Yeah, the trend is taking the ripped look to a whole new meaning. If you don’t look borderline homeless, you aren’t part of the cool crowd. I am only on the edge of cool because I am not ready to commit to such an extreme look.”

“The rollers are part of it, though. I had to trade my bejeweled ones for these because they were too fancy. You can try it if you want, the style is a poor leading lady. In dramas, they are always clumsy and messy, and they have the male lead come in and give them the makeover.” To say you were impressed was an understatement, the fact you had these women hanging on to every word you said. Perhaps you were a swindler in your past life. “If you want to marry a really wealthy man, the statistics say that the poorer and helpless the woman looks, they are more likely to go after them.”

“It makes them feel manly to provide for their woman, I am pretty sure in Hollywood they are calling it the ‘fixml’ which is like a side by side term they use for fixing up cars but means ‘Fix my love’. I wore the best with my rare one of only three made bags from this year's collection, and they shunned me. I had to learn quick” Seriously, you were making this up on the fly, perhaps you were an actor. This level of improvisation was amazing; you knew there were actors out there that wished for this skill.

One of the girls who looked really intrigued started inspecting your jeans commenting on how well it made you fit the ‘aesthetic’ and even let you put the rollers messily into her hair. You bluffed your way through it, telling her it accentuated certain parts of her face.

“You see how this roll out here shows the almost childlike nature and makes you appear more youthful if I had to guess your age before this, I would say twenty-eight,” her mouth fell into a frown. “With this look, I would say a cheeky twenty-two.”

The other girls joined in complimenting her and trying out certain looks in the mirror. Everyone received a link for the chat room, all talk ceased, and they were on their phones. You were staring at your phone and trying to get it to load. Your phone was older and took longer to load up.

You were walking around the room trying to get some signal to help the app download quicker, the girls starting to murmur about the prince, your hand extended and you bumped into the side table. Your fingers curled around the nearest object to regain balance but soon you lost it and fell behind the couch taking the vase with you.

There was a series of high pitched screams, each blood curdling and made you freeze behind the couch. Was this all a trap, lure women in with money and then kidnap them? Was the eldest prince a serial killer and had women brought to the castle for him to slaughter?

“Ah I promised I wouldn’t scare them away, I promised I would take this seriously.” The voice was kind of soft and sad. Whatever it was, the women had run off, the door shutting behind them. Peeking over the couch, the room was empty of the women, but there was a retreating figure. You had never thought there was any meaning to the term ‘prince figure’ but if there was a perfect example, this was it. He had broad shoulders and a thin waist, proportions other men would kill for, and women dreamed of in a man.

So why did they run away, a door you hadn’t noticed in the corner swinging shut. Leaving you with just another mirror. You walked over to it and tried to see through the glass. There was no way to open it from this side, once it was closed. Or at least no obvious way to an outsider like yourself. The phone in your hand pinged a number of times, indicating that you had received the messages you had missed before all the ladies had run out.

You sat on the couch, promptly lying across the cushions, reading through the texts sent between the ladies and the prince. You were prepared some unsolicited pictures of the prince. Something discriminating against him, there had to be something wrong; otherwise, there was something wrong with the ladies you had met today. Why would you run from such perfection?

Even his voice was charming and beautiful, you wondered what he looked like. Imagining dark eyes and hair like his brothers wondering if you should try to Photoshop the brother’s faces together and try to come up with a face that felt right. Suddenly you wanted to see his face not for the photo, not for the money but simply to feed your curiosity.

It was when you started to read the messages from the rude women demanding that he show his face, and accusing him of being the ugly brother, some spouting past rumors that had once spread through the town that he was deformed or a cripple. You could almost imagine the voice you had heard earlier, getting frustrated, adopting a more clipped tone.

You reached the end, and all you could see was Adora, the woman running the meet going off at the prince for his behavior You couldn’t help but laugh at his response. “They made me mad ‘dora seriously you try being locked up all your life and have people spouting rumors about your cognitive ability and lack of limbs” You laughed at his words, you had felt the same way whilst reading the texts, empathizing with the prince.

I decided to text him, show him some form of friendship. It must really suck to be locked away, never being able to hang out or have fun with friends. You honestly thought it was King Bang’s paranoia that had him locked away in fear that his eldest, who was to provide him with heirs and take the throne, would be killed.

But what would you send, you would have to think of an appropriate opening line for text. As you lounge on the sofa that was bigger and felt softer than your single thin foam mattress you had on the floor of your apartment. You called yourself a minimalist, but really money had just gotten tight, and you had to sell everything.

Pausing between potential texts, you looked around spotting a gold candelabra, which would probably be worth a lot of money, but you shook your head. You just had to get a photo of the prince, and then you would get paid.

Turning back to your phone, you started the text.

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iotaarcane · 6 years

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XnationalZ

BUSY BLOW TORCHING DABS

Door doesn’t open it glides on rails like the entrance impales tracks leave scabs

They pick at them like a flurry of energy inertly imperil and in peril while sterile the enemy isn’t at his post busy blow torching dabs

Laughing gas to a mass of brain cells that might as well been in cell or for sale to sell for the fact of not being usable like loud theater patrons at musical

Stomping footsteps upsets the stairwell, Hercule as security

picks you up and while airborne you get the farewell.

A good bye of sorts a great try physically the body with a little help contorts but spiritually its dormant in hibernation protected in a fort. The outside winds set him to the maximum miles per hour bumping over the welts. Swelling is mainstream never go underground. A golf club waving at lightning

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Him whose piss poor planning continues will be facing the sultry seductress Miss Hughes 4 feet 6 shoes opposite of the elephant of Hindus infamous for the pop ins on miscues So real was breakfast cereal mammal sauce from cashews. Nipple hula hoop sports car aficionado drop top in the coupe where they kept the chickens. Jumpy trampoline mouth fortune reader foreseen vulgar obscene potty lips unclean that contingency of the attorney of where wonder land on a poca dot which marks the spot. Accuracy solar hot, lift off broke apart space shuttle heat pads over hot not matter if they were chosen or not. Nudity not as bad as could be frontal, wide opening little exit funnel so many come backs you can’t shoot down every rebuttal. We double as secret agents where birds are fowl and flagrant evil as the vortex in control of this spaceship. I got it plannded see use that ladder granted to climb into the zoo – carefully pinpoint were from the top we landed snag a handful thus huck right between their eyes candid close to the nose as possible rancid so they go crazy - ape shit

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++NOTHING and LIKE it

You’ll get nothing and like it. No matter how much you despite it.

Like you wanted that new whip but you were too good for the bus so you bike it.

Like it ever mattered – your best bud did the same inebriated on the way home dump truck made him splattered we identified the body basically because only thing left the t-shirt he wore that night tattered. I want a hamburger – with a vegan patty in the current state of Armageddon it doesn’t look good brethren Xnational that’s why I rock the same hairdo as a Tibetan. No a cheese burger yall overreacting on this meat is murder so is a relentless ethic of work especially when exhausted and it hurt. We’ve been threatened by a heavy weapon. I was reading about Reagan and outline seems Pagan that’s as good for you as dippin Copenhagen spittin telling the surgeon do not beckon the question I love when my gummies are redden. Cancer of the embouchure is more than a Horoscope sign I concur. I want a hot dog. Smothered in mustard covered in meat trimmings ground up chemicals as the fixings. Bought my rhymes with a great bargain from Groupon. Even added a discount photoshopped counterfeit coupon. Creating to the beat the loops on. I don’t know is a Bentley a Rolls Royce because in the back seat the window lowered and I was offered grey poupon do you happen to have another choice. Already had condiments on my weenie. Get off my computer don’t you dare peep my documents. My sentiments exactly the conference in regards to arguments approximates Many inter-nationalities at least 3 continents. Ancestor occupants with these words I’m a biochemist marketing guerrillas in the midst of this mist. We the tapestry of ornaments via the internets correspondents it’s like I’m studied on my own no paperwork to show my doctorate of rocking it. I want a milkshake mixed extra thick so it actually improves my life. Massacre in the streets. Soul gets fasten to the beats. Emotion in a drum pattern. Puts the spirit at ease changes lives makes memories. We reminisce lacking candor look back in retrospect kinesis situational intensity convince myths as the centripetal force drifts making you cause conflicts with the dame you caressed whose early departure has you dismissed flailing arms is a fit temper tantrum get nothing and like it anthem in this for the marathon and beyond whereupon such a large portion of our population is related to Genghis Khan. What was going on? Mating a savage motivation bondage of ancestral astral projections. In a succession of going with aggression. Talking too much now I’m a witness to this confession. I didn’t want to know that nor should you want to share it - in your heart bear with it. I need to check up on what era that was. I want potato chips crisper than a whisper in a dark room embracing solitude twiddling a whisker brisker than podcast radio transistor, he was very bad only did one movie but he was a fister, turned that lifestyle around and became a wonderful listener, except after he kissed her, she fiddled his zipper, polished half handle of liquor, hand cuffs cutoff circulation like a prisoner, as she moved towards his waistline she announced OK noodle, his phone screen lit up he couldn’t get up - his unit wouldn’t get up, Here is the kicker, she addressed yours is so much pinker, than red shade of a swisher, Oh yes it is sir right when she was about to go to town cell phone screen with the rear camera face down accessed a video Oh yes Mister Fisher. Vid featuring a debutante with oily wrist smash grab a sphincter. Homegirl peeped it out the corner of her eye. Jeez Louise Guy, you think she liked it, those are screams of terror why did you video tape and mic it? Payback is real He said no no stop she said you will get nothing and like it.

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Bloop Didn't Match Bleep

Flat line monitor they filed with the manufacturer to get truth because bloop didn’t match bleep

Was she dead or deep asleep it takes a large leap of courage to surpass milestones when laid out flat on back thick as a board bright as feather totally do laps passing my stone counting per mile our style lashes out flashes of the bang - boom go sky. They hope when it’s over something changes dramatically like a star fall macho man bar brawl telekinetic script to anyone one whom you bonded importance of existence is something you cannot deny.

Fly by the seat of pants, advance like cash flow, difficult to rap slow, I wanna run it like you need it get roller pinned and kneaded, Hebrew jui-jitsu submission look at what his knee did. Star of David on his playlist we turning off tech on Satur no matter bribery or how you flatter your condolences belated along with ski masks raided should of seen them coming the porch was shaded driveway isolated doctrine confirmed over something we traded urine peptide beaker foggy but perplex this – His best amigo did too much acid like amino so when he was at cathouse heard a whore moan he could only cognate behavior to influence mood balanced hormone as the counterpoint feline payment never transacted fee to wait in line. What skill or excellences are you pursuing how can you portray without any cueing. Hit your marks. Spit in pitch black fire mouth out sparks.

It’s your energy that relay tend to take opposition and sway. Assists their dishin’ drug addicts spinning to get spun on a mission in addition to addiction they act like they don’t lie this is no audition you’re grown why you want permission to ruin your life You see in LA a Bruin cub a forty niner in Long Beach data gets scrubbed unit information placed out of reach. Look what the cat drug in, breeze blew in you could have been somebody a shoo in. Migrated to Peru in a mobile pyramid amongst doubters, its like the shouters are first with inside out lower lip pouters claim to be ballers all they are is browsers knickerbockers shirtless with trousers waving a give me a freebie voucher so I roll with moon howlers now does this overwhelm like towers stimulates give us powers of the third kind and our encounters.

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Gun Laws

- No fun wit dem laws especially when encountering rough edges grainy surface with gun laws

- The cause is mass hysteria because amendments put both sides into a predicament

- Wing of the Eagle into action Xnational Activist after a sour apple up spring the people Active Fist raised above the forehead concurrently nobody wants more dead.

- Not even the gunman but what about that run in my states Capitol Sacramento

- Odd… Cell phone is not a weapon 20 trigger pulls the Police can act like a beast, On tempo protest Florida mad man rampaged blood everywhere escorted in handcuffs away facial expression wonder struck departed campus quad

- Dem our rights in dat bill but that bill was proclaimed before our land fell ill Overdose of fluoride oxygen intoxicants horrible supplements processed food and diabetes from too much sugar in condiments

- Now to fix your country don’t be chicken like poultry spend love to arrange a redeeming elixir

- This is precise calculation when you are overcrowded too many people in population the hypertension trying to keep up with what you commercially demonstrating sort of like an exchange of demon trading evil for evil soul grasp tool sickle--- Concise to arbitration overcrowded too many people in population the hypertension trying to keep up with what you commercially demonstrating sort of like is regal viper fang retention seek help contemplating like gleaming shovel off moonshine fickle.

- Everything even your status is the status materialism is the apparatus zero the sum on the abacus but yet the ability to function not be bullied or tempted to destroy yourself or others can be uncontrollable

- Mental health doesn’t have a look so why they judge based on the cover texture ink print of book

- No civilian needs an automatic machine gun. Home protection can be accomplished with 20 gauge is plenty.

- There are more guns in the US than people. So agree with March for our lives. I disagree with anything I’m not feeling and if we all could be a Democracy and meet in the middle we all should be fine with the compromise.

- First person liver body organ problem corking, ostrich keeping dome piece dipped into land chunks hoping not to get things out of proportion

- News was sidetracked Porn Star had protection less sex with President along with a dry cleaner hanger abortion clinic minute men attacking those who look immigrated

- It’s a circle of blood you been initiated. We do not exist in a dystopia but these large organizations can paint whatever portrait they want to fit into an agenda

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++You Can Be Anything

You are where you at in fact you could go where you want to be and you can be anything

So easy to feel like nothing complain and become doubtful with a mouthful of evil they walk in a horrible path of negativity and self-destruction same time place continuum hurting others while they just trying to get through the same as you do. What is this reasoning? Who created the outline? Why if I don’t play ball can’t I get a pass down on the baseline? Appeasing you either got to be a mover and shaker or to the sideline your thrown and labeled a space waster. Money identifies so much. Status class how your friends and family eat continuous and fast. Totally empty posthumous till those on top of the power structure find those beneath humorous. Better teeth greater smile success is subjective. I took the elective to be me why don’t you be you. Underneath all the bogus ideas and understandings I breathe near the 14th of the month only to inhale and not exhale for another 30. If you do business justified you can really be wealthy if you lied play dirty. Landing around the 5th I derail in a matter of moments look sick and pale living again for less than allowed. Now the natural lines in my face is scowled. I want to be an xnational not into whats in or rational I’ve never admired reality TV or what is force fed to me. The world is very fluid with whats not allowed how you make your bread and weather you get a box or become dust when dead. They never said it would be like this but they never stated it wouldn’t or couldn’t I’m tired of the chosen getting a vote I never balloted giving me basically 2 options on major decisions unanimously untalented more than perfected for the future while living slithering past the masses until something so major happens to a loved one a ugly ungloved one frozen in the headline archived content someplace indefinite it is about time. Dig through scorched Earth. Charred ground far fewer giblets in the stew to see self in mirror the spoon is wooden and sipping left a splinter too difficult to survive this nuclear winter.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++To Get Bye

Chatted with an annoying carcass inverted in Caracas on an apparatus and we agreed about this

You’re all I need to get buy

- The voice don’t know but like a bass line I record in mono Remember before I kissed a girl I got mononucleosis and this in general gave me a neurosis if I haven’t kissed how the heck did I get mono

- Punctuality arriving pronto seconds click nimble with the fingertips pulling a combo characterized in metabolic state ketosis

- Fasting near or around roses favorite floral Lotus. To get by stay fly no aeronautics my aerobics consists of verbal trampoline pounce the guardrail carine upon the jet strip Don’t Trip.

- Landing gear engaged to get by clearance from the air traffic controller, just this style is me high roller tip toeing soldier avoiding ebola maintain employment meeting or exceeding quota.

- To get buy you need straight cash homie loads and loaves of bread cheddar or whatever Hamilton greenbacks, paper guap of franklin will do

- To get by Your Blessing will be thee necessity sky beautiful. Open heart to keep it plain and simple more than the crease unfolding the ripple

- To get by clean water fresh air healthy food the ability to create mobility infinitely friends family meditation agility stretching.

- Concept of these scriptures stacks all the to the back of literature willingness be the finesse all this and that’s success

- To get by why try easier to complain make it artificial cause others through the tidal waves stress and strain

- Sitting on your knees sneaker heels tap the back of your button ups Long Barrel at temple. Imagine the thoughts before you’re executed. That process of it’s over. Can you fanaggle? Use communication for survival last chance come at them sideways like a tooth that snaggle

- This snag will either end your current existence begin into a newish dimension an entrance how did these doors swing open? Never let them see you moping. Laugh in the face danger many elements to this for coping.

- Change is a guarantee and you can’t get much of anything so constant. Who can adapt the fastest? Chip up as soon as society is cashless. Global position the system while mapless. I’m going to flow more rap less.

- Concubine colorful sword edge dull, The Ktown market I copped it at in the China shop bull. Tea party porcelain porcupine alarm module.

- iota needs some soda caramel color cola so the bubbles can fix my upset tummy stay scummy my friend is a sin and not funny Lowest on totem pole that explains the mischievous grin

- Never find work attitude be the jerk stay going bizerk at the store with the clerk make it impossible for them to accomplish the mish undertone a smirk relentless and abscessed until they fail find out it all evolved from silly little games your repercussions wrong answer given to test

- Well rounded knew how art felt, Chemicals were spilt and the fumes of the 2nd story would melt. Heartfelt never dealt a hand like that patience is all precious up til you are the doctors patients and he truly evil terrorize a boll weevil wore wild long tail lab coat crazy colors of crayon except no cotton all rayon and he would lay on the guilt deprive of medication till the truly ugly wanted to be killed subconsciously the whispers You’re all I need to get by…..

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cha0ticmimzy · 6 years

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Visiting

This was inspired by @keiid‘s absolutely amazing artwork! I just had to write something after seeing it earlier. I hope you enjoy!! Rated: G Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Characters: Dabi, Todoroki Rei, mentions of Todoroki Fuyumi and Todoroki Natsuo.

The facility was large- larger than he’d expected it to be. But then again, considering who he was here to visit, it came as no surprise. Of-course he’d spare no expense for her. Hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans, he watched from across the street as the car pulled up. His heart hurt, watching as familiar snowy white hair streaked with red appeared from the front of the hospital, another head of pure white hair following after. Familiar spikes made the snowy locks stand up as the pair walked together, slowly. They were talking, he noticed, and looking rather remorseful. Then again, considering what news just broke, it was no surprise. Endeavor becoming the number one hero… It was laughable.

He took a step out of the shadow and paused, watching as Fuyumi looked up and over, turquoise hues meeting a matching pair. She looked like she recognized him for a second, before she shook her head and slid into the car. It wasn’t an Uber- no, that was one of Enji’s cars, he noted. So she was still being driven about like a princess… At least she seemed to be healthy, as did Natsuo. And Shouto… He knew how Shouto looked. He’d stared into his eyes, had taunted him as they took his friend.

Sighing, he pulled his sunglasses down to cover his eyes, pulled the black medical mask up over his nose and mouth, and made his way across the street. It was ironic that today of all days, he’d visit her the same time they would. Had he gotten here earlier, there might’ve been a small family reunion happening. That wasn’t something he wanted to deal with, not right now. Not when he was fulfilling Stain’s idea, when the League was growing in power. The closer he got to the entrance, the more anxious he began to feel. Rubbing the back of his neck, he paused outside the doors, glancing around. It’d been at least a year since the last time he’d popped in to see her, and even then, she hadn’t been in her room. So he’d left her a bouquet and left, and that was that.

Drawing in a breath, he entered the facility, grimacing at the scent of sanitizer and bleach. “I’m here to see Todoroki Rei; I’m a cousin. Seiichi.” He explained to the receptionist, who requested him to show identification. Pulling out the photoshopped ID, he slid it across the desk, and waited with baited breath as she studied it before nodding. Breath leaving him in a silent sigh of relief, he took his ID back and slid it into his wallet. “Thank you,” he murmured, walking past the receptionist’s desk and towards the elevators. The stairs would take too long, and honestly, he didn’t feel like bothering with them. Arms crossing over his chest as he waited for the elevator to descend, he studied his reflection in the metal doors. His scars were hidden, at least those on his face. It was too hot to wear a jacket or a scarf, and that’d be suspicious if he showed up dressed in a trench coat. If anything, he just looked like a burn victim.

The soft ‘ding’ of the elevator arriving drove away his thoughts as he stepped in, pressed the number 7 for her floor, and waited. The soft elevator music was annoying, but it was better than silence. The ride up was smooth; when he was younger, he used to be afraid of elevators, scared that they’d come crashing down with him inside it. The fear still lingered as it jerked to a halt, making his stomach drop and his hands shake. All but sprinting out of the elevator, he took a moment to lean against the crème colored wall, catching his breath. Fears were weird like that. The hallway was empty, thankfully, as he made his way towards her apartment door. The floors were soft carpet, muffling the sound of footfalls. A courtesy, he assumed.

Knocking twice on the door, he waited for a moment before the familiar, soft tone of her voice drifted through. “Come in,” she called, voice muffled by the thick wood of the door. Swallowing back the rush of anxiety, he turned the handle and let himself in, quietly closing the door behind him. The apartment was the same as it was last year, though he noticed a fresh bouquet sitting in her windowsill. “Did you forget something, Fu?” She asked, voice coming from the kitchen. Clearing his throat, he made his way past the entrance hall, pulling the mask and sunglasses from his face. She still hadn’t turned around, he noticed; maybe she thought he was Natsuo? That thought was swept away as she turned.

Stormy grey hues widened in surprise at the sight of him.

“… Seiichi?” She whispered, voice wavering as she stepped closer, leaving barely two feet of distance between them. Her eyes were filling with tears, he noticed. Her hair had gotten longer- well, longer than when he’d been younger. She looked better than she had in that god-forsaken house, healthy. The blue button down top she wore flattered her well.

“Hey, mom.” Dabi replied quietly, gazing down at his mother. She came to his shoulder- he really had gotten his dad’s height. He watched her as she took another shaking step forward, before she lunged, surprising him. Her arms were tight around his middle, her face pressed into his chest. He could feel her shaking, could feel tears dripping onto his chest. Slowly, he wrapped his own arms around her, face lowering to her head, breathing in the familiar scent. Cold, winter, mint. So very her. It was a comfort, to have that familiar scent fill his senses. “I’m sorry it took so long for me to visit,” he murmured, feeling her pull back.

She was smiling. Bright, but shaky. He reached up to wipe away her tears.

“You… Just missed Fuyumi and Natsuo,” she began, hiccupping part way through her sentence, though there was a hint of a laugh in her voice. “They would have loved to see you.” She sounded so sure of it, he realized. So sure…

“Yeah… I’ll have to drop by and see them. Sometime.” Clearing his throat, he moved over to the table, leaning his weight upon it. “… How’s Shouto?” He asked, as if he hadn’t just seen him months before, as if he hadn’t kidnapped his classmate and set a forest full of children ablaze. As if he hadn’t nearly killed them all.

“He’s good!” She exclaimed, shuffling over to grab the letters scattered across the table top. “He writes often. Did you know he’s taking provisional courses to become a hero? He’s doing really good at UA,” she gushed, grinning, as she held up the letters as if to say ‘see? See?’. Smile pulling at burned lips, Dabi nodded. “He’s gotten a lot stronger, too.”

“I’m sure dad would be proud,” he couldn’t help the bitter tone that seeped into his voice. “He’s still sending you flowers?” He noted, nodding towards the bouquet. Rei hummed, nodding as she gazed at the flowers for a moment.

“… You know,” she began, looking up at her son, “he’s sorry for what happened.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, pushing away from the table with a frown. “He wants to see you- at least, I think he would want to.”

“Do you see him?” Dabi answered with a question, brow raising. “Because you make it sound like you don’t.”

“No,” Rei replied with a shake of her head. “I’m told he visits, but I don’t ever see him. I think it’s best that way.” Best that way, he noted. So she wasn’t completely forgiving him. Good. “Your hair… Why is it black?” She asked, reaching up with hesitation, before burying her hand in his hair. He ducked his head down for her, letting her muse it.

“’S easier. Didn’t wanna look like him,” he mumbled, pulling away after a moment, watching her hands fall to her sides. “… I just wanted to make sure you’re still okay. I need to go- I… Have a flight to catch.” He lied, heart clenching as her shoulders fell. Her smile was sad, not reaching her stormy grey eyes.

“Of course… You’ll come back, won’t you? Visit sooner?” She asked, voice hopeful, making a lump form in his throat. Forcing a smile, he nodded, stepping close to pull her into his arms once more. Just a little while longer, he thought to himself.

“Yeah, I will. Don’t worry about that. I promise I’ll be back soon. America’s… Pretty cool, but Japan will always be my home.” He replied, feeling her squeeze his middle. A chuckle escaped him as he pulled away, patting her head. “… I love you, mom.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “I love you too, Seiichi. Take care now, alright?” She smiled, and watched as he grabbed hold of the sunglasses and medical mask he’d placed down. Was he sick? He didn’t sound sick. Maybe it was allergies? When he’d been younger, he had bad allergies this time of year. The door closed behind him, and she was alone. The scent of cinnamon and spice and smoke clung to her skin, to her clothes, to the air around her.

Dabi ran a hand over his face as he quickly left the building, heading towards the old motorcycle he had parked down the street. That is, until his phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out, he read over the text quickly. Brows raising, he looked up at the sky, as if he’d be able to see feathers.

Text from: Bird ‘Fireman is looking bad. Check news, Rot Boy.’

Deleting the text, he quickly tapped on the news app and began to watch the live stream, turquoise hues widening behind darkened sunglasses. The sight of Endeavor plummeting to the ground, of the blood pouring from a head wound, made his heart skip a beat. His father… No. He wasn’t his father any more. He shouldn’t feel any remorse. Eyes narrowing, he closed the app and pocketed his phone, walking with renewed vigor.

Endeavour was getting what he deserved, after the living hell he put his family through.

#Dabi #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #keiid #rei todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #natsuo todoroki #dabi is a todoroki #my writing #okay look keiid's art is absolutely amazing and this piece made my writing muse absolutely SOAR and i had to WRITE

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reifromrfa · 6 years

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RFA guys + Minor Duo react to MC having Superpowers

Hi anon!!! I haven’t watched Stranger Things but I looked up Eleven’s telekinesis video and also basing this from Jean Grey from X-men and Matilda :)) Also, I was halfway through this hc when @justanuser1 ‘s request came in about MC having superpowers so I kind of just combined them, I hope you guys don’t mind! 😃

Hope you guys like it! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Yoosung

He’s rushing home because he can’t wait to see you

So he’s back a little earlier than you expected

And what does Yoosung see when he opens the door?

Carrots being chopped by the kitchen knife

Just the kitchen knife

He watches as the knife hovers in the air and comes down on the vegetables

You had your back turned and you were listening to music so you didn’t see your pale husband

But you heard his blood-curling scream

The whole neighborhood heard him ;;;

“Yoosungie, it’s not what you think!”

“MC THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED WE ARE MOVING OUT”

“Yoosung—“

“NO. NOPE. PACK YOUR VALUABLES WE’RE MOVING OUT RIGHT NOW.”

“No we’re not! It was me! It’s my fault!”

You calm him down long enough to explain about your powers and you thought it would freak him out more

Nope

YOU ARE NOW THE COOLEST GIRLFRIEND EVER

This guy is such a huge geek that he immediately fanboys over you and asks you a million questions

“But Yoosung this has to be a secret.”

“Of course! I know how superheroes work.”

And you’re laughing because he goes from panicked to adoring in 5 seconds

He loves that you have powers but he still freaks out whenever he sees things hovering in your house

He adjusts eventually though, and now that he knows he encourages you practicing your powers at home

Always goes to get a physical check-up with you though, because he doesn’t want you straining yourself physically and in movies don’t people who use their powers too much end up suffering physically?

And Yoosung will always be careful not to brag about you too much because he doesn’t want anybody else to find out about your powers

He enjoys playing pranks on Saeyoung with you though

REVENGE!!!! ┻━┻ ︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵ ┻━┻

Zen

Sometimes he’s not sure if he’s had too much to drink or if his girlfriend has superpowers

Because things are floating around in the apartment you guys shared

He tries to stay sober most of the time but then the floating would stop

But then he comes home after only having one beer with his coworkers

And suddenly his keys are hovering in the air in front of him?

He’s genuinely freaked out

Until he hears you giggling

“Jagiya, do you have telekinesis?”

And you’re shocked but then you confess that you do

He thinks you’re amazing

Because he had prophetic dreams ever since he could remember and now he feels like you guys are connected

And he’s even happier that you guys have something that’s both unique, that you have a secret only he knows of

He loves it when you use your abilities around the house, it’s so fascinating to him

He would try to research on it with you on his days off, because he also wants to find out more about your abilities and how it would affect you

Ehem this guy may also have to look up how to keep you from making objects fly around in moments of extreme pleasure ( ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡°)

“Babe, I’m going to rock your world.”

Pretty sure it’ll be the other way around, Zenny~

Jumin

You confess to him that you telekinesis over dinner

And you’re super nervous, watching his every move

But your husband just continues to eat his dinner, unperturbed

It’s like you told him something about the weather instead of saying you have supernatural abilities

“Honey, did you just hear what I said?”

He would look at you and say, “Of course I did. I find it highly interesting and I have a lot of questions but if I asked them now you wouldn’t be able to finish your meal. Is it alright if we discuss this after we’ve had our meal?”

Your well-being always comes first

So after dinner, he begins his barrage of questions

“Does it affect you negatively in any way? Do you feel tired after using your powers? How much weight can you lift with your abilities?”

And you answer him as best as you could, because there isn’t exactly a guide book for telekinesis ;;;

And he knows that too

Jumin also knows he can’t ask anybody about this because it’s too dangerous for you; he knew a lot of people would try to kidnap you and use you for their own profit

So you two learn about your abilities together

He’s so fascinated by you —everything about you

And he already thought you were perfect

But now you’re more than perfect, if that was possible

He makes sure nobody comes into your apartment when you’re there, not even the maid because what would happen if she accidentally saw hovering objects? ;;;

Also tightens security; your safety is his number one priority

Saeyoung

He always wondered why you had so many profile pictures in the RFA app

And they're all of different women with very different features

You tell him it's photos of your friends

??? O-kaaaaaaay…

He starts researching about your “friends” and is shocked to find out they all have the same birthdays

And “they" all work from home

And “they" all listed Honey Buddha Chips as their favorite food

But “they” all have different names though

This guy already knows what’s going on, but to be sure, he calls out to you using one of your “friends” names

And you turn around, “Hm?”

Ahhh holy shit ;;;;

You freeze as you realize what you just did

And Saeyoung comes up behind you and hugs you tight from behind

“I know what you are…” he would whisper in your ear

“Say it. Out loud.”

“…a vampire.”

Lol what Saeyoung no

But then your hair gets shorter and you get taller and suddenly Saeyoung is hugging Edward Cullen from Twilight????

Miind. Blown.

This guy doesn’t let you go though and he only presses his lips against yours

“Saeyoung, aren’t you weirded out by me?”

ARE YOU KIDDING?

THIS GUY WORSHIPS YOU

Your ability to transform into anyone —anyone at all —is the coolest thing ever

Apparently you had so many identities because a few government people were looking for you and you had to be prepared, just in case one cover gets blown

Agent 707 on the job!

Hacks into the government database and makes sure all data about you is deleted, all leads wiped clean

He will protect you at all costs, but he also loves cosplaying with you

Lol if you can call actually transforming into Jumin cosplaying

You scare him a lot by transforming into Vanderwood and creeping up behind him

That is until Vanderwood walks in on you looking like him but hugging Saeyoung ;;;

Poor Vanderwood is scarred for life

Lol Saeyoung is too tbh AHAHA he hates it when you transform into Vanderwood ;;;

And now Saeyoung makes Vanderwood swear never to tell another living soul about your abilities ;;;

Jihyun/V

He has to remind himself that yes, he’s gotten the treatment for his eyes

Yes, he’s not seeing things

Yes, you’re actually floating in the air in front of him

You were nervous about telling him about the fact that you can fly, but you also didn’t like keeping secrets from him

V is quiet for a long time

And then he grabs his camera and takes a photo of you

He loves you and accepts you for what you are and what you can do

In fact, he wants you to become his new muse

“But V, nobody can know about my powers” ;;;

“Ah, people know I’m very good with Photoshop anyway.”

He loves taking photos of you while you’re flying around the house and sometimes you’d even surprise him by flying behind him and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek

He thinks of you as his angel and sometimes he realizes that he’s staring at you too long, grinning like a fool

A fool in love

He’d make sure to get curtains for the windows in his house though, to make sure no one ever finds out about your powers

He would love to work on an exhibit with photos of you flying

He would call his exhibit, “Angel from Heaven”

Saeran

He always wonders why you were always so damn cold

Even when all the aircons, fans, windows are closed and he’s sweating profusely, your skin is still cold to the touch

Until finally you tell him you never feel hot or sweat because you have superpowers

And he just blinks at you

And you create a small flurry around him and Saeran is shook

He’s never one for words but you can see it in his eyes that he’s awed by you

“Show me more.”

And so you do

When Saeyoung isn’t home, you freeze the floor of his bunker and Saeran immediately slips, falling on his butt

And you’re laughing because he’s angrily avoiding your gaze, cheeks red

You teach him how to skate and you two end up slipping a lot, but that’s okay because Saeran is actually laughing and having fun

You also make him bing su (shaved ice desserts?) right from your fingertips and top it off with loads of sweet toppings and he’s the happiest man alive

Seriously, he will never let you go, this man wants you all to himself

He would never tell anyone your secret of course, except Saeyoung

And he would encourage you to be yourself when you’re at home, not holding back your powers or anything

He’s secretly glad that you have powers so you can defend yourself, but he’s also scared someone might take you away from him (because he’s afraid something bad will happen to Saeyoung one of these days too) so whenever you’re not looking, he’ll go through private companies’ databases to make sure no one knows about you

Vanderwood

You were curled up in bed by the time he finished cleaning the apartment you shared

And as he stepped out of the shower, he hears you cry out

“No! Get away!”

Vanderwood rushes out of the bathroom wrapped only in his towel and he immediately scans the room for signs of any intruders

But he sees that you’re still in bed, eyes shut tight and he realizes you’re only having a nightmare

It looks like you’re reaching for something though, because your hands are pointed at the ceiling and holy shit everything in the room was hovering in the air

Vanderwood just stands there and blinks, not knowing what to do

“Help!”

Everything starts shaking and Vanderwood rushes to your side and grabs your shoulders

“MC! MC, wake up!”

And when you open your eyes everything falls to the floor

And you're staring into the anxious eyes of your boyfriend

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but what’s going—”

You see the mess around you and realize you must have used your powers in your sleep

Lol now Vanderwood would have to clean the room again hahahaha

So you tell Vanderwood everything and he only sighs

“I thought I had secrets,” he would mutter

He’s more worried about you now because if the wrong people found out about you, you’d get taken away

He knows how these things work, he’s a secret agent

So he always makes it a point to check whether anybody has any leads on you but thankfully there aren’t

Insists that you don’t walk around alone at night and asks Saeyoung to fortify the defenses around the apartment

He’s amazed at your powers but mostly this man would be concerned for your safety because he doesn’t want anybody to perform experiments on you

Of course he’s also fucking turned on because he’s into weapons and his girlfriend doesn’t even need weapons, you could defend yourself with just your thoughts omfg

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gloriousruinsdestiny · 3 years

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How To Vertically Center Text In Word For Mac

How To Vertically Align Text In Word For Mac

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Thanks for your replies. It turns out that the original document was created in WORD, and then modified in pages. The Word document was set for centering it vertically. I re-imported it into word.changed that setting.then re-opened in Pages, and problem solved.

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Assuming you mean word-processing software : Microsoft Word, Ability Write, Word Perfect, Open Office Writer, Lotus Word-Pro, Microsoft Write.

Doc on computer mean?

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What is the control center of Word?

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The New American Death Cult, part 3: my sister didn't even LIKE trump

We all know someone who’s seemed normal but who’s somehow gotten involved in reposted propaganda and nonsense about this stuff.

I am talking about someone who isn’t a Limbaugh listener. A yoga teacher, a coffee roaster, an office worker. Someone who isn’t even all that political really, but who is nevertheless posting heavily photoshopped images about “saving children” with random celebrities hovering like demons in the background. How did these people get sucked into a strange cult? How did regular people end up believing an antisemitic trope about “baby brains”? Why is Nevaeh even aware this shit exists?

IF ONE, THEN ALL

It starts with that tag. “save * children”.

Most people are really glad to feel like they’re doing something useful to battle against child abuse. We all hate seeing people get away with abuse, assault, or molestation just because they’re rich. Even people who understand that trump fits this category, agree that anyone who hurts a child should be stopped. It’s universal. It’s a common point of agreement.

Yes, they have written entire guides about how to involve people in the Death Cult. This one is relatively easy to find, but there are entire discord and app chats full of ideas on this. They’re constantly discussing how best to brainwash and argue people into the cult.

So this common, universal point of agreement is the entry into it all. It’s a small step to next start picking out random celebrities who actually HAVE hurt someone- Polanski, Woody Allen, Weinstein, and then extend it to another celebrity. There’s an inexorable drag towards the wilder side of things, but they’ll go slowly, pulling people in bit by bit. I hate to use the “frog in boiling water” analogy but it’s what they are doing.

ALWAYS BE CLOSING

They’re pretty much following core cult recruiting tactics.

Another route of entry is anti-vaccine beliefs. Admittedly, people who are fully against any vaccines are usually always convinced of further weirdness that slots nicely into the Death Cult:

they think modern medicine is a lie

they think “big pharma” wants to kill kids

they are terrified of their own kids being hurt or defective

they don’t care about 3rd world children who still die from polio

often they already believe conspiracy theories about Bill Gates, random politicians and celebrities

Once they’ve gotten on board with the idea that the elite are hurting kids, their fears are pretty easy to redirect.

Now, the red flags here aren’t that they think powerful or rich people hurt kids or assault women. They do. We can look directly at the cases that have come to light and see that there is a grain of truth. Epstein did in fact traffick and rape kids. He did have friends in high places, and they were involved- trump, prince Andrew, Acosta, Dershowitz.

Thinking there’s conspiracy to hide this is also true. ICE has “lost” thousands of children from their facilities. Many were trafficked and yes, have been found. ICE officials have been arrested, and convicted of both trafficking and covering it up. Acosta brokered a deal to keep Epstein’s clients from being charged with sex crimes against children, in 2007 when Epstein was first charged. This could be called a cover-up. Hell, Weinstein had an army of lawyers to help him get away with it. Trump has hundreds of settlements he’s paid. Sure, this is a thing that happens.

These things do happen. And so, you’ve taken that first small step. Each step along this path gets harder to believe, but is only a small step from the last.

Let’s follow the logic.

1. children are being trafficked (ok, true)

2. by powerful people who are protected (sometimes, sure)

3. they’re celebrities and democrats (at this point, people will start to argue about if trump is included. they’ll admit to Roy Moore, or a random Congressional staffer- but not to trump. they will not want to hear about ICE or cartels or anything but white, American kids)

4. Depending on how gullible they think their target is, they’ll either go step by step through a list of people they think are involved, or they’ll jump right to Hillary Clinton. (pizzagate). they’ll spend as much time as necessary inventing “proof” of pizzagate.

5. this is where the baby brains will get mentioned.

6. sometimes, they’ll go a step further into “lizard people”, aliens, The Cabal, etc.

By the time people have been to, and accepted, step 4, it’s too late to get them out of it. They’re indoctrinated. They’re cult members. They may be only tenuously involved but cults are incredibly hard to leave once inside.

You can use any common agreement to get from the start to step one. “Bill Gates is hurting kids with vaccines” works just as well. step 2 becomes “vaccines are made out of aborted fetuses” (not true, but some believe it). etc

The anti-Semitism of all this doesn’t seem obvious unless you’ve read about the history of medicine, and specifically about previous plagues. Since the plague of Justinian, “blood libel” has been a way of accusing Jewish people of causing plagues.

It was this accusation that fueled the flagellants in 1349, too- another cult that was massive, and that took hold during a plague. I feel that the modern Death Cult is related to the flagellants in a lot of ways. These are very old, very common thoughts for a lot of right wing or christian people. Anti-semitism is still very active, a very real force in the world, just like racism or sexism.

It is not about Israel. It’s about Jewish people themselves, and is a threat to them. Usually this kind of talk is coded.

“Lizard people”, “Soros”, “Rothschild”, and the claims of blood libel all are examples.

This is where your regular, everyday receptionist ends up. After simply wanting to do something to “help kids”, they follow the train of crazy deep into the cult, and end up thinking lizard people are eating baby brains. By the time they’re this deep, they also tend to believe trump is some kind of undercover hero, not a serial abuser at all. They will lie or avoid proof from outside the cult- anything not sanctioned by the cult is “fake” or “part of it”.

They’ll be using thought-stopping phrases, whenever they feel doubt about what they’re doing they will repeat these. They seem like they’re directed at you, but they’re not. These phrases are self directed and are repeated almost a mantra, to quash any feelings of doubt or discomfort with cognitive dissonance they’re having. “Wake up”, “Do your research”, “You’ll see”, “Watch and wait”, “Trust the plan”.

These are said in order to stop themselves from thinking about the cult AS a cult. They’re not directed at you.

This is why your somewhat normal friend is now a rabid trump supporter involved in antimask parades. Sorry. …

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callumsmitchells · 7 years

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Honestly I have no clue where this came from but I’ve been writing it for a while and Fake Dating is my favourite AU of all time so it does fit with day 7.

They don’t know how they ended up here. Honestly. But somehow, a simple comment in a televised interview had made social media blow up within seconds, “Aaron and Robert” trending almost instantly worldwide. Next days’ magazines and newspapers had headlines consisting of “Sugden and Dingle- the hottest new couple?”

Robert sighed as he flicked through his phone. “Spam…definite no to that interview. HE SAID WHAT?!” He frantically clicked a link on an email he had just received from his representative, explaining that Aaron Dingle had mentioned him in his latest interview and people were bombarding her with questions concerning Britain’s hottest new couple.

“Aaron Dingle Confirms New Romance?” the headline had read, with a botched Photoshop edit of two relatively new press released photos of Aaron and Robert. “In a recent interview, actor Aaron Dingle may or may not have confirmed he is in a relationship with rival actor, Robert Sugden. Speaking in his interview, Dingle, 26, joked about the rivalry between the pair, stating ‘No, there’s no bad blood there at all. Rob’s a great lad and we get on quite well. He’s a good looking lad, no wonder he gets all the girls screaming over him, I feel like that when I see him too.’ This comes after last month’s revelation from Mr Dingle that he is, in fact, gay. With Mr Sugden already out as bisexual, could this be their confirmation that they are a couple?”

Robert rolled his eyes before responding to Cindy, his representative, to deny all rumours that he and Aaron are an item, seething at the thought of it. He had been asked questions about Aaron throughout his career, the both of them starting their career at roughly the same time, in rival shows and only ever seeing each other at award shows.

People had quickly become attracted to the thought of them being together, fan accounts set up for the pair of them, coining the name ‘Robron’: something the press had picked up on after Aaron’s interview. They both knew how people felt about them but even when they both got questioned on it in interviews, they quashed rumours straight away.

When Aaron came out as gay, rumours became strife again, the public and press all just assuming that he must be in a serious relationship for him to come out at this stage in his career, having just released his second film which was the most anticipated film of the year. They both understood how difficult it is to come out in the industry they’re in, Robert having come out as bisexual just over five years ago, after he was pictured falling out of a nightclub with a random man and kissing in the middle of the street.

Aaron’s phone buzzed on the arm of the chair he was sat in. A Twitter notification. Mentioned by @Robert_Sugden: @AaronDingle so when were you planning on telling me you fancied me?

Aaron snorted in response, shaking his head in utter disbelief. He knew exactly why Robert was doing this publicly. He wanted a reaction from everyone. Aaron decided to reply back, tweeting Always fancied ya sweetcheeks. Text me anyway.

He wasn’t sure why he asked Robert to text him, but they had each other’s numbers from right back in the start of their career. They’d probably exchanged a few texts between them, mainly just about certain roles they were playing throughout the years they’d known each other.

He chuckled at the replies growing in the hundreds by the second, suddenly nervous at the prospect of Robert actually texting him. He decided to go off the Twitter app and focused on the script he was flicking through originally, before his phone buzzed five minutes later, the name Robert Sugden lighting up the screen. Hi, it’s Robert was the text. Aaron responded with Yeah I know, idiot. I’ve got your number.

Robert rolled his eyes at Aaron’s response. If he knew one thing about him, it was that Aaron was known for being sarcastic at times. They exchanged more texts, mainly just talking about the interview and the scripts both of them were flicking through. They talked for hours, never short of anything to say and it never become awkward. Robert had moved from his lounge to his bed in the time they were talking, not mentioning to Aaron, but Robert knew he’d moved because at one point he has spent quite a few words wrong before apologising saying Sorry, I just moved.

He didn’t know when exactly, but Robert must have fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning because he was led with his pillow upright and his phone next to his head, the battery almost dead. He plugged it in to charge before looking at his texts, not remembering the last thing he and Aaron said. I guess you’ve fallen asleep? Night was the last text from Aaron after he hadn’t responded to a question sent just thirteen minutes before at 03:07. Robert quickly answered the question and admitted that he did fall asleep before he collapsed his heavy head on the white pillow, sighing at the events of the day before.

Aaron woke up to his phone buzzing on his bedside table. His eyes flicked over to the clock and saw that it was almost midday. He picked up his phone, fully expecting it to be a missed call from his agent who needed Aaron to confirm whether or not he was interested in his recent script. Instead, it was a text from Robert. Aaron groaned before responding with morning and pulled his quilt away from his body and leaving the bed. He’d been up until the early hours of the morning texting Robert, the two of them catching up like they were a couple of school friends who hadn’t seen each other for years. At one point, Robert had stopped responding and because it was quite late, or rather, early, Aaron decided that he must have fallen asleep. Aaron tried to sleep after that, he really did. But he tossed and turned for almost an hour, being too hot sometimes and then too cold. He couldn’t sleep with his elasticated bottom of his trackies halfway up his leg and no matter how many times he shoved it back down with his big toe, they always seemed to ride back up. It resulted in him sleeping in only his boxers, one leg under the quilt with the other one out, pillows shoved to his face and the mattress cover bunched up in the middle of the bed.

“I’m just saying, we need to hurry up with confirming this role. Robert! If you take this role, they need to cast the love interest straight away and they’ve got a rough idea on who they want, but they aren’t budging until you do.” Michael, Robert’s agent ranted as they both walked through the offices.

Robert stopped in his tracks and turned to face Michael, “Who are they casting?” He asked.

Michael looked down at the papers in his hand, red suddenly covering his face. “We-well nothing’s been confirmed yet but it’s looking likely to be Aaron. Aaron Dingle.”

That shut Robert up. He grabbed the papers out of his agent’s hands and pinched the ballpoint pen that was balancing in between Michael’s right ear and the side of his head. Robert quickly skimmed the terms and conditions of the contract before scrawling R. Sugden.

He was now signed up to do the film. With Aaron.

The news spread quickly that Robert was tipped to do the film. Of course, this meant that rumour mill had started spinning because it was also in the public domain that Aaron had been interested in the same film for the past couple of weeks.

Aaron turned through the channels on his TV screen just moments after confirming his role in a new film. He wasn’t really focused on what was going on, he just continued pressing the ‘next channel’ button as he stared absent mindedly at the colours flicking. “Could rumoured couple Robert Sugden and Aaron Dingle be on their way to becoming work colleagues at last?” The news presenter asked, looking directly down the camera. That caught Aaron’s attention. “It has come to light just moments ago that both Dingle and Sugden have signed their contracts for what’s rumoured to become the biggest blockbuster of the decade. We sat down with the director just weeks ago when speculation was strife about the love interests in this new movie and he told us that the love interest is definitely going to be a same sex couple. With this fact, and the news that both Aaron Dingle and Robert Sugden have agreed to a contract, could they be that same sex couple?”

Aaron stared at the screen, long after the report had ended. He was in a state of shock. Him and Robert had never worked together, they’d never really been together alone, only ever seeing each other at award shows and after parties. He texted his agent and asked if it was true that he and Robert were going to be working alongside each other. Not even five minutes he got a response, confirming that they were, indeed, going to be filming as each other’s love interest.

So I suppose we’re working together. Aaron had texted Robert later that night. Seems like it was the response he received. Somehow, half an hour later, Robert was sat in his car, driving following the instructions on his satnav. They had the brilliant idea of spending some time together, away from any colleagues or press, so Robert had offered to drive to Aaron’s house, right there and then. He pulled into the driveway and quickly got out, turning to face where he had just come from, checking to see if anyone had followed him. He couldn’t risk being seen going into Aaron’s house, not with all the rumours flying about.

He rang the doorbell and heard a voice from inside shout “It’s open!” Aaron.

Robert chuckled under his breath and stepped into Aaron’s house.

The first thing Robert noticed was how homely it was. He had family photos on the wall leading up the stairs, and a very distinct smell of cinnamon and orange. He noticed that he had a cabinet in his lounge, and upon it, various statues he had won over his career. Robert looked around, spotting a pair of old trainers placed sloppily next to the door. Looking up, he saw Aaron stood holding an Xbox control.

“Hey.” Robert said first, nodding at him.

Aaron looked at him, biting his lip before asking, “Wanna play? I’ll go and get us some beers, you choose the game.”

Robert took the control and sat down in front of the TV, stealing a glance at Aaron as he walked away. He was dressed in comfortable clothes, a pair of light wash joggers and navy hoodie. Robert suddenly felt over dressed in his shirt and jeans.

“Thanks.” Robert said as Aaron held out a can of lager for him.

They spent over an hour chatting to each other about anything and everything, arguing over FIFA because Aaron was convinced that Robert used a cheat on him, but really Aaron just wasn’t that great. At one point, Robert had got wound up because Aaron deliberately got one of his players sent off so he ended up nudging Aaron, Aaron then overdramatically fell to his side. They acted as though this wasn’t the first time they spent quality time with each other. It just felt natural.

Somehow, they’d ended up putting on a boxset and ordering in a Chinese, and before long they’d got to the end of the boxset in the early hours of the morning. Robert could feel his eyes drooping as he stood up to drive back home, but Aaron must have seen how tired he was,

“Stay over, I’ve got a spare bed you can use.” Aaron said, packing the empty beer cans in a bag.

Robert looked at him and yawned. Aaron continued, “You’re shattered! And I’m definitely not having your death on my conscience if you fall asleep at the wheel. Just stay over in the spare room and you can leave tomorrow.”

Robert finally agreed and Aaron showed him where the bedroom was.

The next morning, Robert woke up to the strong smell of bacon and coffee coming from downstairs. He padded across the hallway and down the stairs, trying to remember the layout of Aaron’s house. Walking into the kitchen, he saw Aaron leaning against the worktop, a mug of steaming coffee in his hands while he fried some bacon. Robert sat down on one of the seats, pulling his shirt down a little to cover his boxers.

“Some of that for me?” Robert teased, his head nodding towards the frying pan.

Aaron gulped his coffee and nodded. “Yeah, ‘was gonna bring it up to you but I didn’t know if you liked tea or coffee.

“Tea please. 2 sugars and milk.”

Aaron nodded and flicked the kettle on, before pulling out another mug and some milk from the fridge. Robert watched as Aaron moved around, shirtless and only in a pair of football shorts. He looked good, great even. He was muscular, worked out a lot evidently. His shoulders were broad, and his arms looked almost comforting. “Ta.” Robert said, his throat dry as Aaron passed him his now made tea. “Mm, I should probably get going soon, I’ve got a meeting.”

Aaron nodded, before pulling the toast out of the toaster and putting the bacon on it. “Yeah, just stay for this and then you can go. Don’t want you driving on an empty stomach, do we?”

Dirty Stop-Out Sugden: Robert Sugden pictured leaving Aaron Dingle’s home. They’d been spotted. The paparazzi had photos of Robert walking into Aaron’s home the evening before and then again in the late morning, his hair dishevelled and in a top of Aaron’s. “Actor Robert Sugden was pictured going into, and then leaving, rumoured boyfriend Aaron Dingle’s home. He entered the property just after 7pm on Friday night and left just before 11am on Saturday morning. News also came out on Friday that both Dingle and Sugden will be co-stars in an upcoming film for the first time.”

Robert rolled his eyes as he saw the news pop up in his Twitter mentions constantly. He was waiting outside the meeting room, now changed into a suit to seem more presentable. “Nice to see you wearing your own clothes and not your boyfriends.” Cindy had commented as she opened the door for Robert to enter.

“Oh not you as well! I was in the spare bedroom!” Robert exasperated, clearly annoyed with all the new rumours.

Cindy chuckled as she sat down next to him, “Yeah but I know you Robert. And I also know that Aaron is definitely your type. You should go for it!”

Robert snorts and begins to look at the sheets of paper that were laid out in front of him on the table before his phone buzzed in his pocket. Have fun at your meeting, boyfriend😉 “I hate him, I actually hate him” Robert thought as he smirked at the message on his lockscreen.

Think we should just tell people now, boyfriend😉 Robert responded when the rest of the people came in to discuss the already signed contract, talking about when filming would start and what to tell the press in any interviews. Half an hour later and Robert was fully informed and ready to drive home. Before he left the building, he checked his phone again and it was full of notifications from his emails and Twitter. “Aaron, you bastard.” He muttered under his breath as he opened Twitter to see a post from Aaron. @AaronDingle: would love to finally announce that me and @Robert_Sugden are official. We wanted to keep it a secret but now its all out

Robert played along and retweeted it, sending Aaron a heart emoji.

The tweets blew up straight away, retweets and likes going up in their hundreds every second. New outlets rushed to get their stories out first. Both Robert and Aaron got multiple calls and emails, all of them from their agents, wanting them to talk to them first before speaking to any press.

Robert found a photo he took the night before, the two of them sat eating a Chinese whilst playing FIFA. Aaron had his hoodie up, covering his fluffy hair, a huge smile on his face, showing off his chow mein. Robert was in the front of the photo, laughing at Aaron’s reaction to it being taken. He posted it to Twitter, tagging Aaron in it before driving home.

By the time Robert had gone home, his and Aaron’s tweets had reached half a million retweets, and their names were trending worldwide with links to hundreds of news articles all claiming they’ve spoken to them. Aaron rang him. “Maybe we shouldn’t have done this?” Aaron almost questioned.

Robert unlocked his front door and chucked his script on the table, alongside his keys. “No, maybe not. But it is fun.”

Aaron sighed down the phone before admitting that it was. “Anyway, you can come around to mine if you want? I’ve got the script to look at and we should probably read through it properly because we start filming in two weeks.” Robert gushed out, toeing off his shoes and undoing the top buttons of his shirt.

“Yeah, alright then.” Aaron said before the two of them put the phone down.

Robert rushed upstairs, pulling out some joggers of his own and the top of Aaron’s he borrowed. He downloaded a few films onto his TV and put two copies of the script on to his coffee table and waited for Aaron whilst scrolling through his phone.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at Robert’s door. He walked to it, opened it up and moved to the side so Aaron could walk in. “I’ve brought some beers.” Aaron announced, holding a pack up.

“Oh, nice one! I completely forgot about that to be honest.” Robert admitted as he let Aaron walk deeper into his house.

“Is this the script?” Aaron shouted from the room he just walked into. Robert followed him and put his phone in his pocket.

Robert nodded, “Yeah, I picked up two so you can have this one until you get your own.”

Aaron picked it up and flicked through the pages. He only got a sample script before signing the contract so he didn’t get to see his role completely. Part way through looking his eyebrows shot up and Robert chuckled at his reaction. “So we are love interests then?” Aaron asked.

Robert nodded, “Seems that way. Probably makes sense for us to be dating then, ey?”

Aaron sat down, laughing. “Oh c’mon!” He sighed. “It’s a bit of fun. Nobody’s gonna get hurt.”

Opening a beer, Robert sunk further into his sofa. “S’pose not.” He shrugged. “Still can’t believe we’ve done it though. When people find out we’re going to be hated.”

Aaron opened his own beer now, script balanced on his knees. “They won’t find out! Just carry this on for a bit and then we can eventually say we broke up.” He said as he continued to look at the script. “Oh and we have to kiss. Well that’s gonna make people cry.”

Robert laughed as he looked at his own script.

By the time Aaron left Robert’s house, they had gone through some of their parts together and managed to watch the first Harry Potter. Aaron also decided that they should post another photo of the two of them, so Robert took a photo on Aaron’s phone, where Aaron was slung over Robert’s shoulder, kissing his cheek while Robert smiled at the camera.

“Rob, you’re needed on set.” Aaron said has he walked into his own dressing room, not even shocked to find Robert sat in a chair, with his legs up on the table. It had been three months since Aaron had announced to the world that he and Robert were together and now they were working on their first joint film. The public were none the wiser that they weren’t actually together, both of them getting closer as time went by so people saw them in the streets together.

“Yup, I know. I’ll go now.” Robert said, groaning as he stood up.

Aaron sniggered. “Old man.”

Robert’s head whipped around straight away and he pointed his finger at Aaron, “Shut it, you, or I’ll take back what I’ve left on your desk.” He walked out of the room, softly shutting the door and Aaron could hear his heavy footsteps walking up the corridor.

Aaron rolled his eyes and sat where Robert was just moments before. He picked up his phone that was put on his desk, groaning in annoyance about his smashed screen that he hasn’t found time to fix yet. Next to his phone was a closed box of Malteasers, a pack that was definitely not there when he left the room a few hours prior. That must have been what Robert was talking about, Aaron thought as he opened them up. Except, underneath the box was a piece of lined paper that looked as though it had been ripped out of a notebook. It had been folded up, hiding the message that read: Aaron, meet me at The Dorchester, 6pm tonight -Robert x

He grabbed his phone, checking the time. 3pm. He had three hours to find a suit and get to the hotel. Quickly pocketing his phone and grabbing his script, he made his way out of the room and down the corridor, ready to sign out and drive home. Robert’s just lucky that Aaron had finished for the day, otherwise he’d be getting stood up.

It took him just over twenty minutes to get home, his brain ticking on all the suits he could possibly wear. In the end, he decided to go for a tight fitted black suit with a bright white shirt. He jumped into the shower and then stood in front of his bathroom mirror with the towel wrapped around his waist and did his hair. As he was applying a bit of gel to his hair, he heard his phone chime from his bedroom. He ran in, his hand clenched around the towel making sure that it didn’t fall down. He took his phone out of charge, smiling as he saw the text from Robert.

Hey, just checking in to see if we’re on for tonight? don’t want to get stood up x

Like he’d turn him down.

Yeah, i’m getting ready now x Aaron responded before he went back into the bathroom and finished his hair.

By the time he had got dressed, he hadn’t noticed his phone going off again with a text from Robert.

Show me what you’re wearing tonight x

Aaron didn’t know exactly when they both started signing their texts off with kisses, but he knew it had been going on for a while by the looks of his messages as he scrolled up.

You’ll see x Aaron texted back before getting into his car and driving.

Aaron pulled up his car to see Robert leant against his own car, his leg bent at the knee and his foot balanced on the wheel. “Hey.” Aaron shouted out as he locked his car.

Robert straightened up as soon as he heard Aaron’s voice, putting his phone in his pocket and stroking his lapels. He looked up at Aaron as he neared and his eyes scanned his body. Wow. “You look…amazing.” Robert told Aaron, his eyes trailing back up his body to look into his eyes.

Aaron blushed and returned the compliment before they walked in to the restaurant part of the hotel.

“Ah, Mr Sugden, Mr Dingle!” The maitre d’ enthused as they walked through the door. “So delighted you chose to come here for your meal! As discussed on the phone, Mr Sugden, we will place you towards the back of the restaurant in a secluded spot.”

Robert nodded and thanked him, shocking Aaron by grabbing hold of his hand and entwining their fingers together, pulling slightly to get Aaron to move. People looked up from their tables to see the two men walking to their own table.

“See anything you fancy?” Aaron asked as he peeped over his menu.

Robert pulled his own menu down, looking at Aaron. “You?” He cheekily replied.

Aaron’s cheeks visibly pinkened before Robert spoke again, “Actually, the lobster sounds nice.”

Aaron nodded and looked back at his menu before finding the sea bass and pointing it out to Robert, waiting for him to look up at him. “Rob,” Aaron whispered. “This looks good. Can I get it?”

Robert looked up at his date and said “Yeah, get whatever you want, it’s all on me.”

“You don’t have to do that, I can pay myself, y’know?” Aaron stated.

“Yeah,” Robert started, “I know. But I was the one who asked you here so I want to be the one to spoil you. So choose whatever you want and I’ll buy it.”

Aaron smirked, folded the menu and placed it onto the table. He crossed his arms and stared at Robert, who’s eyes were still scanning the menu. “I can feel you watching me.” Robert said without even looking up.

“Yeah well maybe I fancy you too.” Aaron flirted.

Robert really did look gorgeous. He had left his hair flat as he knew that Aaron liked the softness of it and he was wearing a navy suit with a slightly paler blue shirt. His skin was pale, showing off his darkest freckles and if Aaron looked closely enough, he could see the lightest ones scattered across the bridge of his nose and cheeks.

“So is this you flirting with me for the fun of it, or do you genuinely fancy me?” Robert asked, clearly interested in the answer. He put the menu down onto the table, copying Aaron’s position and looking directly into his eyes.

Aaron shrugged before laughing, his eyes lighting up. “No, I genuinely like you Robert. Shocking, innit?”

Robert reached over and put his hand on Aaron’s, stroking his knuckles softly. “I like you too.”

The rest of the meal ran smoothly, the food being exceptional, but they expected that with the restaurant having three Michelin stars. Robert didn’t want to let go of Aaron’s hand, even though he had to for them to be able to eat. Instead, Aaron took the initiative to link their legs together under the table, so throughout the meal, Aaron foot run up and down Robert’s calf, their other legs with their ankles linked together. Robert appreciated the touch, it made him feel like Aaron wasn’t ashamed to be with Robert.

Aaron leaned against his car, waiting for Robert to finish signing an autograph for the waiter, something that Aaron had already done whilst Robert was in the bathroom. When Robert came out, he walked straight over to Aaron and held onto his waist. “Good date?” Robert asked.

Aaron looked down between the pair of them, their stomachs practically touching as Robert ran his hands up and down Aaron’s sides. “Yeah. It was the best.” Aaron confirmed.

He doesn’t think he’d ever seen Robert smile so bright. His cheeks must have ached at the reaction, his grin all teeth and his eyes crinkling at the side. “So, as I did so well at our first date, can I steal a kiss from you?” Robert asked cheekily.

“Oh, I dunno.” Aaron flirted as he pushed his back further into the car, his arms coming up to hold on to Robert’s lapels.

Robert leaned in and brushed his nose against Aaron’s cheek, delicately kissing it as he moved to his lips. Robert’s own were parted, ready to kiss Aaron finally. Their breath mingled in the air as neither of them really moved closer to the other, until Robert couldn’t wait any longer and his lips wrapped around Aaron’s bottom lip, sucking on to it slightly as his hands flew up to Aaron’s neck, his fingers threading through the short hairs at the back of his head. Aaron groaned almost silently as Robert moved his lips, pushing the kiss deeper, Aaron almost breaking his back against the car. After a few more moments, Robert pulled away from the kiss, keeping his hands at Aaron’s neck, still threading through the hairs and pecked his lips once more before detaching himself completely.

“Wow.” Was all Aaron could say as his left hand came up and touched his now sore lips.

“Wow indeed.” Robert smirked as he kissed Aaron’s forehead and winked before announcing that he was going home.

When Robert did eventually get home, his phone buzzed on the dashboard of his car. He knew it was Aaron straight away so he smiled as he picked it up.

Thanks for tonight, really. Was amazing, best date i’ve ever been on xx

His head fell back onto the head rest and he smirked at the car roof before replying with You’re welcome babe, we’ll have to have another date soon xx

“And Robert, if you put your hand on his waist...yeah that’s it! Perfect!” The director yelled as he positioned Aaron and Robert for their characters on screen kiss.

They’d been working relentlessly for four hours, running over scenes that needed to be re-filmed and ones that they hadn’t yet filmed. It was tiring and the lights were starting to give Aaron a headache. After this shift, they only had two more days left on set and then it was press interviews for a few weeks, so both Robert and Aaron had been struggling to keep spirits up in a tightly packed schedule.

It had been less than a week since their date. Less than a week since their first kiss- and now their second one would be in character, in front of several cameras. Aaron- or rather- his character, smiled as he leaned forward, getting closer to Robert’s face. Their lips met and it was soft and tender, juxtaposed with Aaron’s wiry beard and Robert’s cracked lips. It wasn’t anything electric, nothing like their first kiss. It was pure, heart-warming even.

“That’s a wrap!” The director shouted. “Thanks boys, that was perfect! Only two more days to go, we’re almost there now.”

Robert smirked at Aaron, his hands still on his waist, warming Aaron’s skin up. He rubbed his hand up and down slightly, trying to not put anyone’s attention on them. “Come to my dressing room?” Robert asked softly before pulling his hand away.

Aaron nodded, not bothering to risk talking. He knew he was falling for Robert and the more time he spent with him, the more he felt like he wanted their relationship to be real. Every photo they had taken and uploaded, every video recorded of them messing around was all real on Aaron’s part. He didn’t want to share it with the world; he wanted to keep Robert to himself.

When they got to Robert’s dressing room, Robert walked in first, Aaron trailing behind him. Robert grabbed hold of Aaron’s wrist, pulling him rather harshly into the door and shutting it behind him, Aaron’s back now pressed against it. Robert smirked and his head went straight to Aaron’s neck, his mouth latching onto the skin and kissing. He mumbled against it, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

Aaron leant his neck to the other side, exposing more of his skin and Robert chuckled as his kissed and nipped at his neck. Aaron could feel Robert’s breath through his nose, tickling him but also raising goosebumps. He grabbed onto Robert’s hips, pushing Robert into him until their bodies were fully touching, and Aaron’s hands moved down to rest on his arse. Robert moved his head up, breathing heavily now and pushed his lips onto Aaron’s, the younger man eliciting a loud moan. He started to roll his hips against Robert, this time Robert was the one moaning as Aaron grew more confident. Robert grounded his hips into Aaron’s, both of them moving at the same time and kissing more deeply. Aaron could feel something pool in the bottom of his stomach and he was ready to let go completely when there was a knock at the door.

“Mr Sugden, can we quickly run through the interview schedule with you?” The voice asked.

Robert pulled back from Aaron, his head tilting back in disbelief. He looked at Aaron and apologised before pecking his lips and opening the door.

“Oh, hello Mr Dingle. Well if the both of you are together I guess we can kill two birds with one stone and tell you at the same time.” The girl continued but Aaron was distracted by Robert rubbing his back in circular motions.

Robert nodded at the woman at certain point of her talking and Aaron hoped that meant he was following what she was saying because he had no clue. Robert carried on rubbing Aaron’s back, getting further down his spine and finished with his hand in his back pocket, lightly tapping and squeezing Aaron’s arse. The girl must have known something was up because Robert’s hair was all over the place and Aaron’ face was still bright red and that didn’t seem to be changing anytime soon.

“Yeah, we’ve got it! Thanks Kelly.” Robert announced and opened the door to let her out. Once he knew she was gone, he faced Aaron and began to kiss him again, smiling into the kiss.

Aaron sat next to Robert, their bodies pressed together on the sofa. It was their sixth interview of the day and thankfully the last. This was always the most boring part of releasing movies, tediously answering the same or similar questions in every interview, trying to think of new and original answers but struggling after the first three times. Robert swore that if he got asked what superpower he’d have one more time he’d retire early. Aaron could see Robert getting progressively fed up as the day went on and he tried to keep him entertained by throwing sweets at him and making ridiculous Snapchat videos of the two of them.

As it is, the final interview was probably the best one of the whole day, the interviewer asking genuinely interesting questions about the difficulties of filming and if they’d ever want to go into directing themselves.

“I don’t think we could do an interview without asking about your relationship. So, how did the two of you get together?” The interviewer interrogated.

Aaron took the lead with this question, “Well I mentioned Robert in an interview and we basically started texting each other and chilling at each other’s houses, having mini dates in the comfort of our own home and now we’re here”

Robert slung his arm around Aaron’s shoulders and pulled him into his neck, Aaron playfully rolling his eyes.

“You look so in love.” The interviewer commented and without thinking, Robert responded.

“Yeah, well I love him, don’t I?”

Aaron’s eyes went wide and his mouth parted. “Wait what?” He practically shouted.

Robert fiddled with his fingers, nervous straight away. Aaron recognised that face and attempted to resurrect his comment by saying, “Sorry, that was the first time he’s said it. But..” He nudged his nose into Robert’s cheek, “I love you too.”

“Awww.” The interviewer crooned.

Aaron slammed the car door as he sat in the drivers seat. He had driven him and Robert to the final interview because it wasn’t that far away from his house and they had had a break before it. He banged the wheel and shouted “Fuck!”

Robert tapped on the window before opened the door and sunk down into the passenger seat. “I know it was stupid for me to say that then and I really am sorry. Please just forgive me because I’m an idiot and you know it!” His voice cracked, clearly almost in tears. “I shouldn’t have said it in an interview.”

Aaron turned his body around to look at Robert, whose cheeks now had tears falling down them. He lifted his hands up and held onto Robert’s face, his thumbs stroking the tears away. “Hey, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it.” He soothed.

“We aren’t even together, I should’ve asked you to be my boyfriend first.” Robert ranted, his voice shaky from his tears.

Aaron furrowed his eyebrows, confusion flooding across his face. “You were being serious? You actually love me?” He questioned.

Robert sniffed and nodded. “Yeah. Now I’m guessing you don’t?”

“No! I mean, yeah! Yes Robert, I bloody love you! I thought you were just saying it because of where we were!” Aaron rambled, his eyes circulating Robert’s face, trying to decipher how he was feeling.

They were silent for a few moments, staring at each other before Robert grabbed Aaron’s cheeks and kissed him harshly. The kiss heated up quickly, passion rising between the two of them at their confessions. Robert somehow managed to straddle Aaron’s lap, the steering wheel digging uncomfortably into his back but he didn’t seem to care. “I love you too.” He whispered as he pulled back from the kiss, their foreheads touching. Aaron tilted his head up, trying to reach Robert’s lips once more, not wanting to part from him at all. It was Aaron who deepened the kiss this time, his tongue licking into Robert’s mouth before Robert leaned back just that little bit too much and landed on the steering wheel, letting the car horn go off. Aaron laughed into Robert’s mouth, unable to believe the fact that Robert was sat on his lap, snogging each other like horny teenagers at a party.

Robert refused to move from Aaron’s lap, sitting down properly and locking his hands together at the back of Aaron’s neck. “So, will you be my boyfriend? Officially.” Robert asked, tilting his head.

Aaron moved his hands so they were placed on Robert’s arse. “Hmm, yes!” He confirmed. He tapped Robert’s bum once and said, “Now shift, I’ll drive you home.”

Second date tonight!! You better look good x Robert texted his boyfriend the morning of the film premiere. They had decided that this would be their second date, and as neither had stayed over at the others house since they became official a week ago, they decided that Robert would pick Aaron up and they’d drive there and back together, Robert maybe staying the night.

I’ll look like shit compared to you though, everyone fancies you x Aaron responded and Robert rolled his eyes. It had been an ongoing joke that everyone fancies Robert because he’s bisexual, something that doesn’t bother Aaron at all, despite recent news articles.

A few hours later, Robert got into his car and drove to Aaron’s house, beeping his horn to let Aaron know he was there. His had parked so he was facing away from the house, so he couldn’t see Aaron locking the door and walking to the passenger seat. Neither of them knew what the other was wearing for the premiere, their suits had been picked out and tailor made for their body, tightly fitted in all the right places.

Aaron sat down in the car, chucking his wallet on the dashboard before leaning over and kissing Robert. “You look amazing.” Robert said, looking at him properly before leaning in again. He really was lucky to have Aaron.

Smiling at Robert, Aaron returned the compliments and rested his hand on Robert’s thigh as he drove off to Leicester Square. “So, are you staying over tonight?” Aaron asked, his thumb stroking the outside of Robert’s thigh.

Keeping his eyes on the road, Robert nodded, “Yeah, bags in the back. Doubt I’ll be needing any clothes though.” He flirted.

Aaron scoffed, “Oh shut up!” and looked out of the window, his hold on Robert’s leg not faltering once.

“Robert! Robert!” “Aaron! Aaron, look this way!” The lights were blinding, the camera’s flashing at what seemed a million miles an hour.

They both hated red carpet events, the screams of paparazzi’s trying to get the best photos for their articles, the interviewers pushing each other just to get the first interview, not even to mention the repeated questions and comments again.

Robert wrapped his arm around Aaron, both of them smiling in the photos. Robert muttered under his breath at one point for Aaron to look behind the cameras, at a woman stood in the crowd wearing a wedding dress, thus creating the best photo of the night, Aaron’s grin as he laughs and Robert looked at the man whose body had crumpled half its size as he laughed, Robert smiling widely too.

When it was time to walk to the interviewers, Robert and Aaron decided to split up, trying to get through as many interviews as quickly as possible with their co-stars. Unsurprisingly, many of the questions asked was about their relationship. Aaron had finished his portion of interviews before Robert, who had now joined the director and was talking about whether Robert himself would like to go into directing. He walked over to where they were being interviewed, indicating to the woman holding the microphone that he was going to scare Robert. He jumped out at him a few moments later, grabbing on to Robert’s waist to stop him from jumping and knocking anyone out. “Don’t! Do that, Aaron. You know I get scared easily you idiot.” Robert chastised Aaron before pulling him under his arm and kissing his cheek. “Just spoke about you.” Robert whispered against his skin.

“Oh yeah?” Aaron asked curiously.

“Yeah, talking about how much I love you.”

“Love you too.” Aaron replied, kissing him again before the three of them concluded the interview and walking into the theatre.

“It genuinely looked amazing though, like I wasn’t expecting the fight scenes to be like that at all.” Aaron rambled on as he opened his front door for him and Robert.

He was definitely a nerd when it came to the final products of films, mind-blown by the production and directing. It was quite endearing for Robert really, he loved to see Aaron excited by something they do as their job. But right now, he wanted Aaron upstairs, in his bed.

Robert kissed Aaron deeply, trying to get him to stop speaking but he didn’t stop instantly, still trying to finish his sentence with Robert’s lips on his. “C’mon, upstairs.” Robert muttered, grasping hold of Aaron hand and dragging him to the stairs.

They continued to kiss as they struggled to make it up the stairs. Robert was leading, mouth on Aaron, his hand pulling at Aaron’s tie as he walked backwards. When they had eventually made it into the bedroom, Aaron quickly unwrapped Robert’s tie and unbuttoned his shirt before ripping it off, the blazer still attached somehow. He kissed down Robert’s neck, pushing him towards the bed before the two of them became tangled in the quilt, moving about undressing each other completely. Robert left open kisses all over Aaron’s body, starting at his neck, going down his chest spending more time than necessary sucking and biting at his sensitive nipples before ending up at his thighs, biting a little bit harder, making Aaron moan in a way that Robert would probably never forget.

Twelve hours later they had woken up, time now way past midday and the sun beaming in through the open curtains. Aaron’s body was curled around Robert’s, their heads facing each other and Robert’s hand subconsciously stroking Aaron’s hair. Robert woke up first, his eyes opening slowly so he wouldn’t be blinded straightaway. He couldn’t move from Aaron’s hold once he had fully woken up, so he just laid there, a little bit too hot under the cover and Aaron’s overheated body. Aaron woke up around ten minutes later to Robert kissing his forehead.

“Morning.” Aaron grumbled out, morning voice making him sound like a teenager going through the change.

He rolled over and shoved his face into the pillow and groaned before stretching his body and yawning.

“Morning.” Robert whispered back, kissing Aaron softly. “Can we just stay here all day?”

Aaron smirked and nodded, “Yeah, but I’m starving and I need a piss.”

Robert’s face crunched up in mock disgust, but soon smoothed out when Aaron leaned forward and kissed him before shoving the covers off him and walking off to the bathroom. Stark naked. Robert wolf whistled at Aaron and started laughing when Aaron’s response was sticking his finger in the air.

Waiting for Aaron to return, Robert picked his phone up and put it on charge, flicking through his emails congratulating him on the premiere of the film, and links to more scripts. By the time Aaron had come back, Robert managed to send off one email and was now looking through another about the annual award show. He had been invited to it after being nominated for the award that Aaron beat him to, Best Actor. After looking at the other nominees, he noticed that Aaron wasn’t up for it, but that wasn’t surprising considering he had a year out from TV to focus on films.

“I’m up for best actor.” Robert announced as Aaron sat on his bed, holding out some toast while a piece was already stuck between his teeth.

His eyes shot open, “Wait really? Oh my god, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of ya!” Aaron rambled.

Robert was still a little bit in shock, he hadn’t been expecting it at all. “Will you come with me?” He asked, “T-to the award show?”

Aaron nodded, “Yeah, course.”

Two months later and Aaron and Robert were donning some suits again. It was the night of the award show and Robert was nervous, having made the shortlist and was now up against only 3 people. This would be the biggest award in his career so far and he had no clue what he would do if he won it. He genuinely hadn’t let the thought cross his mind until that morning when Aaron asked him if he had sorted a speech out over breakfast.

“What, no! I won’t even win, I can’t think of anything to say!” Robert ranted.

Aaron moved closer to him and held his arms out to put his hands on either side of Robert’s face. “Hey, I believe in you. You deserve to win this, you’re amazing and you need to start believing that.”

After Aaron wasn’t nominated this time around, they decided that they’d go together and for the first time, Aaron would sit with Robert, surrounded by the cast of his show, rather than Aaron sitting with the cast from his show. They sat together, Aaron on the left of Robert, their hands holding while they drank the first pint of the night.

Robert’s award was the last to be announced, the main award that everyone wanted to take home.

“And the winner of the Best Actor 2017 is...ROBERT SUGDEN!”

The cheers around him erupted and Robert was in shock. This couldn’t be happening. No. Aaron stood up first, cheering and clapping and Robert stood up instinctively, gasping for air and putting his hands to his mouth in shock. Aaron pulled his hands away and kissed him, completely unaware of the cameras that had turned up in front of Robert, waiting for him to start walking up to the stage.

“Wow, erm. Thanks, I guess! I genuinely didn’t have a speech prepared for this because I didn’t think I’d win looking at the other nominees. This morning, my boyfriend kinda screwed it into my head that I should probably think about making one, but I was still convinced I’d lose.” Robert announced, hand wrapped around the statuette. “This is the second time I’ve been nominated for this exact award, and, well we all know how it went two years ago, don’t we Mr Dingle?” The audience laughed at his joke as the camera focused on Aaron for a moment, who was smiling wildly at his boyfriend on stage. “Anyway, I just want to say thanks to everyone at the show for giving me the opportunity to do what I love every day; it’s such a blessing to be working with you. Thanks to everybody who voted for me as well, and a special thanks to my other half, whose sitting over there,” He said as he pointed Aaron out, “you astound me every day that I’m lucky enough to spend with you by my side, you’ve helped me so much and you continue to believe in me in everything I do. I love you.”

“LOVE YOU TOO.” Aaron shouted back, making everyone around him laugh.

Four years had passed since Robert won Best Actor. It was now 2021 and Aaron and Robert had moved in together. They bought a new house, and decorated it showing both their personalities. Aaron took Robert out for a meal three years ago, in their favourite restaurant. Robert hadn’t noticed at first, but Aaron had booked the entire place out for them. Still, Robert thought nothing of it because they hadn’t seen each other for a while and sometimes Aaron liked to do romantic things like that. The only time it clicked that Aaron was proposing was when he was on one knee, holding the ring out to him. Of course, he said yes and they wed eight months later.

Their favourite memory from their relationship however, was the little baby girl now led in between them in their bed, a white dummy in her mouth and a pale pink baby-grow on her. She yawned around her dummy and the boys watched as it fell to the side of her head. Robert picked it and held it in his own mouth, both of them watching as she stuck her little tongue out. Three days before, their lives changed when their surrogate went into labour, ringing them with the good news. Annie was born six hours later, dark brown hair already curly and bright blue eyes. Robert would never forget seeing her in his husband’s arms for the first time, his daughter wrapping his entire hand around his finger. She still does that now and Robert loves it, he loves seeing his little fingers spreading out, and her even smaller fingernails. She was perfect, and they were content.

#robrondays #robroninlove #robron #day 7: favourite au #FINISHED

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maddiviner · 7 years

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The World of Grimoires, Part II: Choose Your Weapons!

If you’re going to have your very own grimoire, you’ve got to start with some raw materials. These will vary depending on what style of grimoire you have in mind, how you’d like to organize, and what you want it to look like.

Fancy?

Many, many witches over the years have told me the held off on beginning a grimoire until they could find “just the right book” to write it in and just the right tools to write with. Nine times out of ten, the most coveted blank books for grimoires are giant leather (or faux-leather) tomes that resemble something you’d see in a fantasy novel about witches.

Many also want to write in these books with quill pens dipped in magical scented ink, another old-fashioned technique normally seen nowadays in fantasy fiction. I’ll admit that I longed for such things myself when I was just starting my first grimoire, and have felt pangs of wonderment at the thought of owning them many times sense.

There’s nothing wrong with wanting that sort of setup, but anyone will tell you that it’s a bit impractical. Giant leather tomes are expensive and easy ruined by stray splotches of ink. Quill pens are difficult to work with at first, and require much practice to use correctly. Magical scented ink is nice, but can, again, be pricy, even if you make your own.

This is compounded by the fact that many new and experienced witches (including myself at times) have a sort of neatness obsession when it comes to their grimoire, wanting it to be perfect from the start and forever, with not a single splotch of ink out of place.

It often seems that, the nicer and more expensive the notebook or journal, the more perfect and neat we’d like it to be. Given how easy it is to completely ruin a new and expensive leather journal if you’re slinging around magical scented ink from a brand-new quill pen, you can see how this problem snowballs into quite a conundrum.

I won’t tell anyone not to buy an eldritch-looking leather-bound journal if they want, but I will say this: expect imperfections, especially in your very first grimoire. You’ll be getting your feet wet with the concept and are bound to make plenty of mistakes.

Regardless of what notebook or journal you get (if any), make sure it’s something you’re comfortable making mistakes in. It’s pretty horrible to see someone get a nice notebook, spill some ink or rip a page, and shelve the entire thing, afraid to touch it again.

A far better option than a very expensive blank book would be a moderately-priced undated journal such as a Moleskine or other more elaborate creations.I’ve made it no secret which publisher of blank journals I prefer, and have written at length about why I tend to choose Peter Pauper Press journals. These undeniably won’t please everyone, though, and there are many other publishers creating beautiful blank journals.

If you choose something like that, don’t buy it for appearance alone - consider if it’s well-made and will stand the test of time. One thing I always check is that the price sticker is removable and doesn’t leave much residue on the cover. Not everyone will care about this, but I find it neater that way.

I do recommend checking to see if the paper is of good quality. Cheap paper can lead to pens bleeding through, doesn’t handle markers and other decorating tools well, and can overall ruin your grimoire. I’m not saying you need extremely expensive high-quality paper, but just check to make sure it’s thick enough not to experience bleed-through.

Utilitarian?

Many witches prefer a more utilitarian approach, out of necessity or other concerns. This can involve a wide range of materials, and is often quite a bit more discreet than a giant leather book and quill pen. This is advantageous for those who’d rather not attract unnecessary attention to their practices. In truth, a grimoire can look like whatever you want, provided it gets the job done, and this includes appearing completely ordinary, like a normal notebook where you’d find a shopping list or accounting information.

Some are fine using a simple spiral-bound notebook available at any dollar store as their grimoire. If discretion is the most pressing concern, a normal college rule notebook is likely the best bet, but I caution against buying something poorly-made or with very thin paper, especially if you plan on decorating the inside later on.

Another option would be a packet of binder paper and a three-ring binder with tabs. You can create sections in the binder according to subject or whatever other organizational feature you might want to use. A binder has the advantage of being easily reorganized, removing and adding pages when necessary to create the grimoire’s intended structure.

If you want this feature, but still crave an old-fashioned leather-ish look, some suppliers online sell elaborately-decorated binders to suit that aesthetic. Another option is to buy good-quality printer paper and a hole punch. Then, you can actually print digital grimoire pages from your computer and insert them into your binder. If you have a particularly good printer, you can even add elaborate images and colorful decorations with clipart, public domain paintings, and other available artwork. You can even make your own in Photoshop or another program.

Digital?

Printing a grimoire is a great option that plenty of witches use, but just as many prefer to keep their grimoire wholly digital, existing only on the computer itself. If you struggle with handwriting or are simply more comfortable typing, either of these are wonderful ideas.

For a wholly-digital grimoire, I recommend an app like Google Docs, and I also recommend that you separate each entry or section into its own file, and organize them into folders for easy sorting. Google Docs has the advantage of being accessible from almost anywhere.

Another idea would be to purchase a small but high-volume USB drive to contain your grimoire. Some shops even sell rather beautiful USB drives that can be worn as jewelry. I personally know a technowitch who chose this route, and now keeps their grimoire in a small USB locket around their neck.

Increasingly, some witches are using blog sites such as Tumblr to create digital grimoires. If you go this route, be sure that the site you choose has an option to password protect your blog or, if not, that you’re comfortable sharing everything you’ll be writing there with the world.

Open grimoire blogs are quite an amazing and useful trend to have developed recently, particularly on sites where it’s easy to share content, like Tumblr’s reblogging system. These are great because they allow for you to quickly consolidate information provided by others into a sort of digital scrapbook that can be studied later or as needed.

If you create an open grimoire blog, please give credit where credit is due in everything you post. If you copy an incantation from a book, cite the book and author. If you include content (such as spells and rituals) made by other witches online, be sure they’re okay with their work being included in your grimoire.

And, give them the courtesy of linking back to their site when you post it. After all, you’d want them to do the same for you, and, truth be told, you can get into legal trouble for plagiarism. It’s rare, but it can happen, so it’s best to be honest, ask bloggers for their permission if necessary, and always credit them.

One of the advantages of a digital grimoire is that it’s quite easy to add images, and there are many beautiful public domain works of art you can use to illustrate your entries. If you’re good with Photoshop or a similar program, you can also create your own images there, too. If you have any skill with HTML/CSS3 at all, or are just good at copying and pasting, you can style the overall layout of your digital blog grimoire to your heart’s content, as well, using custom theming options available for most blog platforms.

I Have a Pen…

Last but not least, it’s important to consider the writing utensil you’ll be using for your grimoire. You needn’t have one specifically dedicated to that purpose unless you want, but you want to choose a pen that flows nicely, is legible, and doesn’t splotch the pages. For many, a simple ballpoint will do, but I tend to prefer felt tip or fountain pens, myself. If you decide to dedicate a certain pen just for your grimoire, you’ll probably want one that’s refillable and not meant to be just tossed after the ink runs out.

If you’re interested in custom inks (including magical scented inks!), investing in a fountain pen could be a good decision. These pens are easy to use and leave your grimoire with lines similar to what you’d get from a quill pen. Look for one that specifies it comes with a “converter;” this is a small gizmo which will allow you to fill the pen with custom ink, including colors you could mix yourself.

You can purchase scented inks, including stock formulas like Dove’s Blood Ink, from many metaphysical shops. You can even try mixing your own! Many websites and books give instructions for doing so, and I in particular recommend the ink formulas described in Scott Cunningham’s book, The Complete Book of Incense, Oils, and Brews. Make sure whatever ink you’re getting doesn’t bleed through the paper.

Beyond pens, what else might you need? If you plan on illustrating your grimoire, art supplies are a must. If you’re already an artist, you probably have your favored medium on-hand already, but if not, I suggest researching various illustration tools and choosing the one best fitting your personal aesthetic.

Keep practicality in mind, though. I, for example, adore watercolor, but rarely use it in my grimoires because it causes the pages to curl. Instead, I use soft pastels to illustrate over and around what I’ve already written. I’ve only just recently started illustrating the pages at all - all of my previous grimoires stretching back to high school were strictly writing with an occasional diagram.

While I’m not much of an artist, I do find it very soothing to add color to the pages of my grimoire, and the pastels blend to the point where they leave my writing visible beneath them. It’s a bit like a coloring book, but with no lines to worry about, just endless gradients of relaxing colors. This is great for me, as I often need to de-stress and do something fun after I’ve finished studying or writing for the day.

I’ll sometimes draw small illustrations, but they’re quite simple so far. As I’ve mentioned a couple of times, I have dyskinesia and my hands shake sometimes, making fine motions difficult. Still, I hope to learn more about art techniques in the future as I work further on these grimoires, and make them more adorned and beautiful as time goes on.

If you’re unsure what art medium is right for you, I suggest researching and, if possible, trying several. There are also a lot of resources for choosing markers, colored pencils, watercolors and other supplies to be found, oddly enough, on sites about bullet journaling. Bullet journaling, while normally quite simple, does often involve illustration, so the “bujo” crowd is knowledgeable about such things.

#magick #witchcraft #witch #grimoire #book of shadows #eliza.txt

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coshayphinelove · 7 years

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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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thestoryplant · 7 years

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Molly D. Campbell: A Book in Hand

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Honestly, it is like giving birth, figuratively. What took two and a half years of frustration, brain-wracking, ripping apart and starting over, and sitting glumly looking out the window has finally come to fruition: I am holding my own second novel in my hand.

My copies of the book are delivered about a month before general release. This is for marketing purposes. What this means to me is I get to run all over the neighborhood, waving the book around and whooping. It also means that I am only supposed to give my copies away to those who are in a position to promote it for me: book reviewers, book bloggers, newspaper columnists, etc. I am sincerely going to try to limit myself to these people this time around, instead of handing my book out to all my friends because I am so excited. I ran out of my copies of my last novel in about an hour.

Would you like to know how to go about writing a novel? Me, too. I don’t think I do it right, but I am willing to share my process, perhaps as a cautionary tale to others who hope to become novelists.

Get an idea for a book. This is called a premise. In the case of Crossing the Street, I knew I wanted to write a story about the friendship between a millenial woman and a precocious little girl.

Start writing the book immediately. Hope that as you develop the characters, whom you love, an excellent plot line will develop right along with it.

Get stumped, because that plot line is absolutely not materializing.

Put in some very dramatic and tragic stuff that doesn’t work.

Send all of this off to your publisher and editor, who concurs that this isn’t working.

Go back to the drawing board.

Call up some friends for advice. They give great advice. But the plot line still doesn’t work.

Pout.

Call another friend who is a published author. She gives you a private seminar in plotting.

But the damn plot line you are desperately holding onto still sucks.

Email your editor for help. He basically shoots down the whole thing (rightfully so) and says that you are trying too hard. He suggests taking an online course in STORYBOARDING.

DO THAT.

Spend about four weeks working on a storyboard for the book. Make some great progress after throwing out the dramatic and tragic stuff.

Get stuck two thirds of the way through the storyboard. Write another email to your publisher asking him if he could just provide you with one little plot event to bring a climax to the book so that you don’t have to crawl into a hole to die. He generously does this, knowing he doesn’t want your blood on his hands.

Finish the storyboard and heave a huge sigh of relief.

Get writing. Realize that you are completely failing at show, don’t tell (you can look this up; it pains me to even think about it at this time).

In a panic, you email another writer friend, and ask for help. Apparently, this email alarms her. She replies that you need to calm down and take a few deep breaths. Then she sends you a very confidential excerpt of her work in progress that gives a terrific example of showing, not telling.

You read the excerpt and wish you could write like this woman, but you actually begin to understand what all the hoorah about showing vs. telling is all about.

You go back to your manuscript and take out all the telling.

Then you start writing all over again, showing the hell out of everything.

You finally finish.

Your publisher says “I think you got it. This was a hard row to hoe, but we can publish this. Here are my editorial suggestions.”

You rewrite the book again.

The copy editor then gets the book. She makes her suggestions.

You realize you used the word okay forty million times in the manuscript, and spelled it differently every time.

You rewrite the book again.

You are getting sick to death of these characters, and you want to murder all of them. Plus, you hate punctuation marks all of a sudden.

BUT WAIT. The book is finished! You have a cover!

Blurbs. Thank God you have great author friends who agree to give testimonials. Praise heaven for these folks.

The day comes. A box of books arrives. You hold one in your hand and take a selfie.

You thank heaven you have that Photoshop App.

Voila! A bestseller (hoping and praying) is born. Almost overnight!

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connorrenwick · 7 years

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Where I Work: PELLE 2017

Just over 3 years ago, we visited the offices of married design duo, Jean and Oliver Pelle, who formed their eponymous studio PELLE back in 2011. Since we last checked in with them, a lot has changed! Just a few months ago, the pair moved their design brand from Brooklyn’s Red Hook to Manhattan’s Flatiron neighborhood. The move brings more space for their vision to grow and expand while also offering a stunning showroom that will make you want to live a simple life surrounded by nothing but beautiful things. Each piece of theirs is a work of art, and strategically placed together, the work eloquently displays their thoughtful vision. Take a look at their brand-new showroom and workshop in this month’s Where I Work.

What is your typical work style?

We try to be as organized and efficient as we can when we’re at work. We’re married and have 2 small kids so we’re constantly juggling work, school and family schedules throughout the week. We try to stay focused during the time that we’re in the studio because we know once we step outside we just won’t have the time! These days, we block out afternoons throughout the week for “creative time” so that we can work uninterrupted. We just started this, so we’ll see!

Photo by Georgia Nerheim Photography

What’s your studio/work environment like?

We moved our studio/showroom from Red Hook Brooklyn to Manhattan in September this year. The new space was completely raw so we had the opportunity to build it out to our needs. With the move came a huge purge of all things that we had collected over the years in our old space in Red Hook. So for the time being, our new space is very orderly and neat. A lot of thought went into the layout of the space and everything now has its place. Since a 1/3 of the space is our showroom, it’s also important to keep a presentable overall appearance of the studio at all times. And we feel it makes for a better work environment.

Photo by Georgia Nerheim Photography

How is your office organized/arranged?

In our space, there are six bays that are roughly 50 feet by 15 feet. Two of those bays are dedicated showroom space, one for design & sales office, and the three remaining bays are for our working areas which includes lighting assembly areas, a finishing/tool room, a staff dining lounge & kitchen, a shipping area, and the Project Room where we do our creative work. All the rooms more or less flow into one another and it’s all pretty open; we don’t really have doors into rooms except for the tool room.

How long have you been in this space? Where did you work before that?

It took a few months to get the new space ready and we were finally able to move in by mid-September last year. We simply ran out of room in our Red Hook studio. There, we grew organically over time into three adjoining spaces as well as a showroom on the second floor. We pretty much used the shared loading dock as an extension of production and storage we knew something had to change. When our lease was up we had a chance to evaluate our needs and we looked for a larger, more flexible space that allowed our clients to come to us more easily.

If you could change something about your workspace, what would it be?

We are pretty happy right now.

Is there an office pet?

No.

Do you require music in the background? If so, who are some favorites?

We usually have music or WNYC running throughout the space on the Sonos app. Generally everyone gets a go at the daily choices of Pandora or Spotify. There is a tendency towards talk radio in the mornings and music later in the day. Some faves of ours are Wild Beasts, Bon Iver, Blood Orange, Moderat and the like.

How do you record ideas?

Oliver: It is a bit different between the two of us. Jean uses her notebook that is always in her bag a lot. That way it is more spontaneous and ideas can be recorded on the go. It is also a way to make sure all sketches stay together. I personally prefer trace paper. There is something soothing about a seemingly endless roll of trace paper and the ability to continuously layer the sketches on top of one another. They are a bit harder to keep around but if there is something to a sketch, it stays on the table for a while. A lot of ideas linger in our heads, notebooks and trace paper sketches until they get a bit more attention when moving forward into physical models form and computer models.

Do you have an inspiration board? What’s on it right now?

We don’t really work with inspiration or mood boards. That part of our work is internal where we carry ideas and influences around with us. Once ideas emerge more clearly they get put up as material samples, study models often at full scale and/or full scale drawings.

What is your creative process and/or creative workflow like? Does it change every project or do you keep it the same?

Jean: I think about our design process as an ongoing conversation between Oliver and myself. The act of designing is done mainly verbally where we’re sharing or commenting on a thought or an idea throughout the course of days, weeks or months. We just talk about the thing that may interest us, whether it’s a piece of furniture, a photo shoot, or an even larger idea and we just continue to layer on top of one another’s comments or observations until we know if it’s worth the financial and physical efforts of making the object. At that point, it’s pretty clear what the piece should be about and we’ll switch over to drawings and models. Then there’s a whole other level of tweaking, but it’s always a shared and constant exchange.

Oliver: Working together over the years, we’ve become a really great team where our abilities and intuitive areas of interest and expertise create a bigger whole rather than working alone. Jean has an amazing ability to think big picture. She often can somehow see what the next steps are, what the pieces are we are missing and how something should look like. Therefore she has become our Creative Director whereas I take on more a role of Project Development. There is a lot of designing between the two of us but we have slightly different ways of how we go about it. At this point we really trust each other.

Photo by Georgia Nerheim Photography

What kind of design objects might you have scattered about the space?

We were very deliberate about creating a personal environment in our new studio since we really want to feel at home in our work place. We brought into the studio many objects with personal meaning such as paintings and a series of photographs taken during grad school by Oliver. Beyond that, we have all around the studio pieces from fellow designers such as a bowl and trivet by Fort Standard, a Third Eye Vessel by Chen Chen and Kai Williams, wood sculptures by Pat Kim, pottery by Eric Roinestad, an Aura Chime by Ladies & Gentlemen Studio, a painting from Erie Basin, marbled objects from Calico Wallpaper and a coffee cup set by Helen Levi. In our office area, we have Vitsoe shelving, USM cabinets and desks, and Eames Executive Chairs.

Are there tools and/or machinery in your space?

Right now we have started to fit out our tool/finishing room to serve our immediate needs. We have a few chop saws, drills and sanders and other hand tools that we need. We want to add a metal lathe as well as Bridgeport but that will have to wait a bit.

What tool do you most enjoy using in the design process?

Oliver: My mechanical pencil, a black ink pen and an Olfa knife.

Jean: Faber-Castell color pencils, scissors, transparent tape, black Pentel sign pens, sketchbook, and iPhone.

Let’s talk about how you’re wired. Tell us about your tech arsenal/devices.

Our entire space is networked for desktop stations throughout the space; design office, sales, reception, lighting studio, as well as all other spaces where a computer might be needed. We recently installed internet phones – we can call each other at different stations instead of racing or shouting across the room!

What design software do you use, if any, and for what?

For our design work we mostly use AutoCAD, Rhino 3D and Sketchup. We also use them for all production specs and drawings. We use the Adobe Creative Suite – mostly InDesign, Illustrator and Photoshop – for most of the post-production like upkeep of website, cut sheets etc…

Photo by Georgia Nerheim Photography

Is there a favorite project you’ve worked on?

In a way our new space is probably our favorite project currently along with the new furniture pieces we designed for the showroom. Just designing the layout and coordinating construction (electrical and mechanical plans, lighting and AV layout, etc…) was really challenging since we had to accomplish the build-out in a very short amount of time. It really felt amazing when it was all done. Walking through something you designed rather than looking at it as an object, is still one of the most satisfying experiences.

The furniture we designed for the space has a lot of ideas in them we always seem to come back to. We call the collection ‘Lost & Found’ because we used stone offcuts left to be discarded and construction-grade timber typically covered over by other finish materials.

The collection includes an expanded metal bar cabinet, a wood bench seating group, and a marble coffee table. The expanded metal bar cabinet is called ‘Louise Cabinet’ since it reminded us of Louise Bourgeois’ ‘Cell’ sculptures in which she used expanded metal to create a series of strikingly beautiful metal enclosures. The two wood bench pieces are called ‘Stiletto’. Heavy large timber sections are balanced by very slender brass legs. Each bench is around 400-500lbs and celebrates the contrast between rough cracks and burl marks in the wood to a finely finished surface texture accentuated by the polished brass leg.

For the ‘Lost & Found Table’ (image above) we used a large stone cut off where we worked with the given dominant curve already cut into the stone. We shaped the stone further by breaking off pieces along existing cracks and by cutting and polishing additional sections. The tabletop’s existing curve became a cue for the radially patterned array of brass leg supports.

Do you feel like you’ve “made it”? What has made you feel like you’ve become successful? At what moment/circumstances? Or what will it take to get there?

We think it is all a big journey. There are always immediate goals and once you get there the goal post gets moved yet again. Maybe it is good that way since it keeps us moving. We try not to think about it much even though accomplishing certain goals always feels really good. It is also nice to get feedback from your fellow designers and design professionals whose work you really admire and respect. In the end though, it is probably good not to think about this whole issue of success vs. failure too much.

Tell us about a current project you’re working on. What was the inspiration behind it?

We are very excited about an upcoming project with a special collaborator for New York Design Week 2017. Look for it in May of this year…

What’s on your desk right now?

Oliver: My coffee, a parking ticket, a mechanical pencil next to a roll of trace paper and a Max Beckman monograph from his exhibit in the MET.

Jean: Paperwork, material samples, notebooks, headphones.

Do you have anything in your home that you’ve designed/created?

A lot of our designs came about from needs we had at home. When you come into our apartment, there is our Entry Console with a XL Bubble Chandelier hanging right over it. The living room has our Quadrat Coffee table with the Glass Puddle as well as a Jumbo 29 Bubble Chandelier installed over our Egsu Dining table.

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