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this is the one. the fic that started it all, the first one in what i didn't yet know was to become a series of oneshots.
it was march 5th, 2019 (almost two years ago - how the time flies, wow) and i was riding a high of serotonin after hozier's release of his second album five days before. you need to understand that when i like an album, i can listen to it for literal days, non stop. and that's what i did back then with wasteland, baby. and so, still drunk on that happy chemical that i rarely ever recieve, i did what i always do - went on twitter.
speaking of hozier, i could write a oneshot to every single song of his, i'm just really indecisive when it comes to ships, i wrote, and encouraged people to send me songs and ships so i could write someething. in the end, i got only one request, and that's what (let me) give you my life is.
i wrote it in less than a day, which i think really shows, especially in the wordcount there, in how rambly this whole ficlet is and how it doesn't really stick to the formula i set for this series later on - try to begin with a variation of the same sentence that you end with.
in the end, this one is more vibes than anything else, sentences just there to give you an idea of what the plot might've been, plants a seed i as the author will never be there to watch the harvest of but it will make me pleasantly warm to know that you may be carrying this seed within you forever, because who wouldn't want to think about haseul who's loud and rough around the edges and unapologetic and wraps people around her fingers like rings, just to toss them away once she's played with them enough.
"And after every fight, they always end up the same way, making out and - eventually - up, skin on skin, limbs tangled in their bedsheets. Every time, Sooyoung takes a deep breath, looks over at Haseul, who is just so *human* with her hair strewn on her pillow, her flushed cheeks, her forehead covered in sweat, and she exhales, a content smile on her lips.
She wouldn't have it any other way."
that's my fave part of this fic, a glimpse of what could've been if i just sat down for a little longer and put some more work into it. but i didn't. there's a lot of unrealized potential there, with THAT song being the inspiration for it. but then again, what can i write about it that would be new and exciting?
not a lot, i'm afraid.
it was march 5th, 2019 (almost two years ago - how the time flies, wow) and i was riding a high of serotonin after hozier's release of his second album five days before. you need to understand that when i like an album, i can listen to it for literal days, non stop. and that's what i did back then with wasteland, baby. and so, still drunk on that happy chemical that i rarely ever recieve, i did what i always do - went on twitter.
speaking of hozier, i could write a oneshot to every single song of his, i'm just really indecisive when it comes to ships, i wrote, and encouraged people to send me songs and ships so i could write someething. in the end, i got only one request, and that's what (let me) give you my life is.
i wrote it in less than a day, which i think really shows, especially in the wordcount there, in how rambly this whole ficlet is and how it doesn't really stick to the formula i set for this series later on - try to begin with a variation of the same sentence that you end with.
in the end, this one is more vibes than anything else, sentences just there to give you an idea of what the plot might've been, plants a seed i as the author will never be there to watch the harvest of but it will make me pleasantly warm to know that you may be carrying this seed within you forever, because who wouldn't want to think about haseul who's loud and rough around the edges and unapologetic and wraps people around her fingers like rings, just to toss them away once she's played with them enough.
"And after every fight, they always end up the same way, making out and - eventually - up, skin on skin, limbs tangled in their bedsheets. Every time, Sooyoung takes a deep breath, looks over at Haseul, who is just so *human* with her hair strewn on her pillow, her flushed cheeks, her forehead covered in sweat, and she exhales, a content smile on her lips.
She wouldn't have it any other way."
that's my fave part of this fic, a glimpse of what could've been if i just sat down for a little longer and put some more work into it. but i didn't. there's a lot of unrealized potential there, with THAT song being the inspiration for it. but then again, what can i write about it that would be new and exciting?
not a lot, i'm afraid.
