Co-Writes?

It is currently 5.20 in the morning and I should be well on my way into many hours of sleep by now but alas, I am here and I am planning pages and pages of stories again. Will I ever finish them? Probably not-- but it's fun to write them anyway.

That being said, I actually want to do a co-write or two or eight with someone or many someones. I have all of these ideas and I want to get them out but I just need a little help in doing it.

Like an on and off again relationship where they butt heads a lot because they’re just so passionate about practically everything and they have just as many things in common as they do not and they’re the “it” couple which gets kind of overwhelming sometimes bc everyone seems to know your business before you do and other people are always telling them what the other is doing when they’re broken up and all those jealous texts and the fights but also the makeups and the “i’m sorry for being so fucking stupid can we pretend that didn’t happen” and the “my mom wants to know when you can come over for dinner” texts sent at 9:38 PM on the night they were supposed to go on a date i juST honestly it’d be so fun and cute and imagine all the headcanons we could come up with and casual little paras or chatzys or whatever that we could do and goD DAMMIT them being “on a break” but he still goes to her soccer game and wears her number and whatevER and she goes to his stuff bc gdi that’s bae :\ even if bae is being annoying af rn

or

i want a plot in which muse a and muse b have been best friends for the longest time, as in “I remember when she fell out of a tree when we were ten and being so scared, but she was just laughing,” i want best friends who are in love and muse a dates boy after boy, because that’s what she likes, and muse b holds her while she cries, but muse a also knows that muse b has been too good to her for too long and she doesn’t deserve this, muse b doesn’t deserve this. muse a has known about muse b having a crush on her since they were thirteen and punch drunk on bad music and sugar and tiny braids with beads, but she didn’t want to lose sleepovers or her second set of parents or the trail of boys she was already stringing behind her, and she let her best friend want her, and she kind of loved it, felt guilty, but loved it. worse is, muse b knows she knows. muse b won’t say anything til she does.

I have others but those are my two original fics that I want to get written. The others are fan-fictions and honestly that list is forever long and forever growing.