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funficwriter · 1 year ago

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Gin Ichimaru x Subordinate who likes to write :3

A/N: Welp, this turned out much longer than I expected. Also you gotta love how I switch back and forth between darkfic to fluff. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None for this one

Ever since you joined the 3rd Division, it was typical of Gin to be curious about the type of person you are outside of work.

So imagine his spiking curiosity when he hears excited chatter among the other seated officers about compelling characters and beautifully executed tragedies. I HC he's very much into literature, so you can bet he'll extend an ear.

"Hanako-san has to be the only antagonist I ever felt bad for! That twist regarding her child's death in the winter! And her last lines! That newbie here is something, eh?".

His mind jogs and traces it back to another subject of his curiosity. So you write well, eh? Why did he not know? No matter, he had a plan to see more.

You were assigned some documenting work. After a while, you decided to steal a little time working on your novel. As you confirmed no one was around and scribbled away, you thought of how a lot would be needed to bring you back into the real world...

Or just your captain's appearance.

Your trance was snapped once you saw a thin hand emerge into your field of vision, which was taken by your notebook, point to a line of dialogue: "My, my... You've already aroused the reader's curiosity in Hanako-san's legacy. Well done".

Before you could even think of saying 'thanks', your notebook was gone. It didn't take a genius to know who took it: "Sorry, little Y/N. I'm a fan of yours, but I'm still a captain and I can't let anyone slack off. You can expect it back by tomorrow.".

Generally, he doesn't do much with confiscated items, but you'd be so so wrong to think the same applied to your novel. No, he finished everything for the day, wore his comfiest kimono, brewed some tea... The minute he started to read, he was gone. Even Kira could barely hold his attention for any remaining matters.

The next morning, you find your notebook back in your room, next to a few persimmons, chocolate and a note in his beautiful handwriting: "I don't think I can go on without knowing how the story ends. I noticed you were free this evening. Please join me for a cup of tea so we can discuss further.".

And so, a new bond forged not of official relations, but a shared interest, began.

From then on, you two often had tea and snacks together, discussing books you liked, characters that stuck with you... You liked Gin's taste, even incorporating a bit of it in your next chapters. Sometimes, you two would get Izuru to join you.

Gin would totally encourage you to write for the Seireitei Communication. It's clear to the 3rd that you're gifted with words; Why hide it from the rest? And if you're nervous about the quality of your work, he'll gladly sit you down for one of his writing seshs, letting you look over his work and he yours.

Speaking of which, assuming he's older, ergo had more writing years than you, he's a pretty great mentor. He likes to praise but never gives it so easily so you're incentivized to keep getting better. He's also great if you feel that a piece isn't living up to its potential, but you can't tell why.

"I see... The set-up is exquisite, but I think you're preoccupied with the recurring details to a point where it harms the climax. Remember to let that shine on its own.".

There's also times where you two compete, whether it be on who can write the more coherent story, the more sorrowful character...

Congrats, you are now his much-touted 'writing companion'. If he wants to fluster you, though, it's 'writing playmate'.

After a while, some might notice that Gin's column and yours are... Answering each other? Like, if he brought up a certain topic, you would bounce off of it whether in terms of agreement or heated debate. Many readers expressed that they enjoy this exchange of ideas.

Once you two are close, it's not at all unusual for him to sneak up behind you while you write like the first time, sometimes even hugging you and resting his chin on your shoulder. Careful not to let him see the growing blush~

One night, you were writing a romance scene. Out of nowhere (as usual), you hear his low chuckle: "How dreamy~"

You turned back to see him grinning at you. Trying to keep stoic, you decided to ask: "I thought that they had good chemistry, unless you think otherwise?".

"Not at all! It was obvious, but just one detail I must point out; When you got to the confession point, you started to skim out on a lot of detail that could endear the reader to this moment.".

He had a point. Were you getting bashful about it?

"But don't worry, Y/N. There's nothing that improves writing like experience. If you ever need a real life example of such scenes, you can always ask me~".

Did he just... Allude to romantic moments between you two? With time, you find that yes, this darned fox couldn't let you know he was interested in you without teasing you.

For one, let's say that after you got together your romance scenes became... Much better.

You two would also use each other as characters in all sorts of writing. To fluster you, Gin would enjoy doing so in old-fashioned style romances. Sometimes he foreshadows dates through that!

If you're feeling petty, you can always present a story where he's the main character and gets beat down by a force of nature he can't control :p

By the time you finish your novel, there's probably a pair that is a lot like you two anyway.

Analyzing each other's work!

Gifting each other fine ink and writing tools!

Seeing who can write the most intense love letter to the other!

All in all, this is my brainrot and I'm gonna go hyperfixate bye bye :3

#gin ichimaru x reader #gin ichimaru fluff #bleach x reader #bleach fanfiction

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cirrus-grey · 1 year ago

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I have now finished watching Good Omens Season 2

If you haven't already, please block the tag "good omens spoilers" - I won't post anything else until Friday night at the earliest, but after that all bets are off.

@albertinesimonet, I did not manage a full liveblog but I did jot down my reactions after watching each episode, and those are compiled under the cut :)

(SPOILERS!)

Episode 1:

Holy flipping fuck are they actually making the ineffable husbands canon???

Okay.

Look.

I saw that it was trending alongside Supernatural and OFMD. I suspected it was going this way, and the season had ended with some sort of confession/immediate separation.

That did not prepare me for the season to open with Crowley saying "hello gorgeous" to a nebula and Aziraphale being disappointed that Crowley wasn't talking to him. Or for Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy to be playing while Crowley rushed to Aziraphale's aid, like-

This is a fanfic. This is a motherfucking fanfic, and I am pleased to say that my brain is processing it as such, a well-written but ultimately non-canon fanfic (*puts on my "I still have book!omens brainrot" shirt*) that just so happens to have been written by one of the original authors.

Anyway, outside of my snorting disbelief that the first ship that I ever shipped is apparently going canon in one 'verse, I do actually have some legitimate theories, which run as follows:

A. I know this season is the plot-bridge between the original novel and what would have been the sequel, and B. I know the sequel was going to involve the second coming of Christ, therefore C. I suspect this Resurrectionist group that kept getting hinted at in the promos is trying to bring Jesus back, Gabriel found out and tried to stop it, and that's why he lost his memories. I'm a tad bit surprised Heaven as a whole doesn't seem to be involved in the return of their special boy, but I guess we'll see how that plays out as the season goes along.

Episode 2:

Oh hey, I've read this one before! "It's ancient Biblical times and Crowley and Aziraphale are angsting about their orders and finding solace in each other's company" may have never gotten its own tag, but there are certainly enough fics about it that it could.

"Can I be a blue one?" Weird kids are the best.

So the Resurrectionist is a pub, not a group. Still think they have something to do with the second coming, but I'm open to being proven wrong.

Gotta say, I didn't expect Every Day to be plot-relevant. I knew they had it for the soundtrack, but I'm really liking this sort of spooky-mystery-music-mixup they've got going with it - love the way its incorporated into the end credits, too.

Totally down for master-thief Jane Austen, btw.

How many people are writing fics about Crowley and Aziraphale getting caught in a rainstorm and hiding under an awning even as I type...

Episode 3:

How to run a bookshop, a guide by A.J. Crowley: Carry large stacks of books around aimlessly and then toss them on the floor when you get bored.

I'm honestly surprised his awning plan nearly worked. Curses be upon weak awnings, I suppose.

I do like that the Bentley recognizes that it has to play nice with whichever one of its dads is in the driver's seat lol

Okay so they keep drawing attention to the fact that there's flies in the bookshop, and now Beelzebub is acting off. Are the flies like... telepathically communicating Gabriel's worldviews to them? Is that how they figured out he was there?

That bit he said when Crowley mentioned tempests is definitely from the Revelations. I unfortunately don't know enough about the Revelations to draw any new conclusions from this. I know they deal with the apocalypse and the antichrist, but that was S1 stuff so there must be something else...

(That bit definitely sounded like Rapture stuff though, just saying)

Lotta talk about people coming back from the dead, here. It's doing little to dissuade me from my idea that this is all related to the second coming. Their "little" miracle was strong enough to bring 25 people back? Okay. How did Gabriel add his own power to it... and who did he bring back? (Does 1 Jesus = 25 normal people?)

...Okay yeah I just googled it and the second coming (and the rapture) is definitely in Revelations. Apparently the appearance of the antichrist is its herald. *insert 'oh yeah it's all coming together' gif here*

...

Several-hours later addition: When they were talking about gravity Gabriel seemed upset that the book didn't stay where it was put, "it goes down." And that flies go up.

...did he "go down," turning into a human, and is Beelzebub "going up," and that's why they're so worried about finding Gabriel? Figure out what happened to him, so it doesn't happen to them as well? Hmm...

Episode 4:

"The rumors that you two are an item..." Yeah holy fuck they're actually doing this. I don't know why it keeps catching me by surprise??? I guess it's not like, the forefront of the plot, so every time it comes to the front it feels a bit like a new thing, but still.

Aziraphale's smug fucking little eyebrow raise at that "I didn't think you were his type." He's like yeah, and what do you know, hm?

Did not expect the entire episode to be backstory, but that was very cute, especially given how much people fixated on the church scene in S1. That little showcase of their trust, both of them worried it'll go wrong but still willing to try because they feel safe with each other. I like that they managed to keep the tension of the setting, that "I'm pointing a gun at my best friend and this could go horribly wrong" feeling, even when it's well-established that the worst that could happen is paperwork.

Also, Crowley trying really, really hard to give Aziraphale positive feedback on his magic tricks even when he knows they suck. That's true love, right there.

Another showcase of people coming back from the dead. We've had the kids getting "brought back" from shape-shifting, the "resurrectionists" digging up dead bodies, and now actual honest-to-god zombies. I am Sensing A Theme.

...are the zombies still around? What's-is-face the demon did say eternal undeath...

Aaaaaand there's going to be an army of demons dropping in on the local business association meeting. I hope Aziraphale has enough tea cakes for everyone.

Episode 5:

SEAMSTRESSES SHOUTOUT ITS A FUCKING DISCWORLD REFERENCE

I know most people are probably going wild over the Dr. Who references but. It's the seamstresses guild...

I'm sure Mrs. Sandwich and Rosie Palm would get along famously.

In other news wow they're just being blatant about the ineffableness of these husbands now, aren't they? The great thing about that is I'm watching it with my parents and I don't think either of them have clicked that it's going canon - like, they're just interpreting it as a running bit, 'haha isn't it funny that everyone keeps mistaking them as a couple' kind of thing. The same thing happened when I showed them OFMD, neither of them realized Ed and Stede were actually going to be a real canon thing until the kiss. I mean, maybe they've worked out that this is going somewhere by now? But I don't want to ask in case they haven't, because I'd love to see their reaction if it blindsides them.

I am Not Normal about the dancing. Aziraphale's giddy little grin when he drags Crowley to the floor? The fucking. Hand presses. I've probably read too much Jane Austen if I'm going this insane about them just pressing their palms together.

And just... that whole fucking scene. The amount of queer people - either queercoded or just flat-out obviously queer - is making my heart feel full. When Aziraphale referred to the magic shop owner's partner using 'they' before we met them I thought it was just, you know, being polite, he'd never met them and didn't want to assume, but then they showed up in person and folks were still using they and they were so obviously giving a huge middle finger to gender norms I just-

Man I need to watch more queer shows I love this feeling.

And the army of demons is more of a large crowd but, well, still threatening. I like the use of masks to hide demonic traits, clever costuming detail there.

But. My dudes. Don't split up, what the fuck are you doing? You've been here for all of human history, you know how stories go, surely you know things always go wrong when you split the party??? I love protective!crowley, I do, but my dude taking off to bring this mess to heaven's attention is not the way to go about saving your angel. And Aziraphale, buddy, I don't know what you're planning to summon there but I really don't think it's going to go well.

...Maybe he's planning to teleport himself, Gabriel, and the humans up to heaven, too, to get them away from the demon crowd. It would be funny if Crowley and what's their name, Muriel, step out of the elevator and Aziraphale is just. There already.

(I don't think that's gonna happen though. I think everything is just gonna get Worse)

Anyway sidenote Lottie if you've read this far, when Gabriel started talking about feeling like a house I immediately thought of you, I know that's a theme you like ♡

Episode 6:

Jesus Christ!

(Called it!)

So I got a lot of the details wrong, but I was spot on with my two big predictions from the beginning. (Hey that ending reminded me of OFMD and Supernatural, I've got a great idea, why don't we all blog about the three of them and get them trending together-)

Gotta say, I'd only given a passing thought to Gabriel and Beelzebub being a Thing, their shippers must be going wild.

I knew there was a reason they kept drawing attention to that fly.

*Spots fire extinguishers* "Hey is that a Magnus Archives ref-" *Is brutally murdered with a lead pipe before I can finish*

I actually kind of love that Nina and Maggie didn't get together at the end of it all? I had felt like it was all going a bit too fast for them and I'm so glad they acknowledged that. They've got time, now, to work things out, and I love that they left it with the certainty that they'd be there for each other in the future... but not quite yet.

Oh! Oh! Oh! And they fit in the halos-used-as-lethal-frisbees-sequence! That was fabulous, I want to see more exploding headgear.

...anyway I think that's all the little bits I wanted to mention before getting to the Main Event.

I'm actually... not all that devastated about that ending? Like, okay, my heart was breaking watching it, the miscommunication and assumptions leading to a dramatic separation, it's tragic and angsty and oh my god my ship kissed my first ever ship kissed they did it they did the thing-

But. Two seconds after the credits started rolling my mind was already flying to, "oh thank goodness, they've got a Source On The Inside now and they might actually have a shot at stopping the end of the world instead of, you know, being blindsided by it because no one in heaven or hell is talking to them"

Like, sure, major breakup here, Crowley's gonna be pissed and Aziraphale might have to do their silly little "I'm sorry" dance three or four times before they can actually get down to business, but I don't think there's a question that both of them still trust each other immensely and know they can rely on each other to help out in a pinch. They'll be walking on eggshells for a bit, but it's pretty obvious that Aziraphale wouldn't have taken the promotion if he'd known Crowley wasn't going to come with him and as soon as he manages to properly communicate that fact they'll be fine.

(Sidenote, this, right here, exemplifies the difference between Book!Aziraphale and TV!Aziraphale. Book!Aziraphale is way more cynical about the whole heaven-and-hell system, he'd never say "heaven's still the good guys," and he'd be very, very suspicious of a sudden promotion landing in his lap after such a tumultuous sequence of events. TV!Aziraphale might not be the sweet little innocent bean fandom makes him out to be, but damn is he naive compared to his book counterpart. Makes me wonder how much of the hypothetical sequel has to change to work with this plotline - I'd bet my ass he wasn’t an archangel in that one.)

Can Crowley... hear the soundtrack? "No nightingales" like how does he know that's significant? Sir you are breaking the fourth wall-

(And how powerful is he? He's a nobody in hell but he keeps stopping time and could access classified documents up in heaven, something made his and Aziraphale's miracle blow up and apparently it wasn't Gabriel, and he also just brought a whole ass dude back from the dead??? Maybe those "Crowley is Raphael" theorists from S1 had a point)

Anyway, to cap it all off: my current predictions for S3 are the aforementioned ineffable husbands makeup and subsequent spy shenanigans as they scramble to try to stop Apocalypse 2: Jesus Boogaloo; they fail and Jesus comes back, but instead of following the Great Plan he instead chooses to side with "all of humanity against all of heaven and hell" (maybe Adam shows up too to help out?); and Crowley, despite his repeated protests, actually does end up running a bookshop because he doesn't trust Muriel to do it properly.

I summation, yes I am still alive, and very excited for the next season, whenever it happens. Also I need gifsets of the dance scene and that kiss ASAP please and thank you.

#im posting this and then going to bed so ill answer any comments in the morning ♡#good omens tv #good omens spoilers #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #original post #my good omens stuff #<- good god i need to back-tag a lot of posts into that group

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erina-writes-headcanons · 2 years ago

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Hey sweetheart *slides cheesecake* could you please make headcanons of Aone, Futakuchi, Koganegawa with Author Novelists S/O with Crime Fiction Genre? (Like Sherlock Holmes)

Aone Takanobu, Futakuchi Kenji and Koganegawa Kanji with Crime Fiction Novelists S/O

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A/N: Oooh Cheesecake! Thank you, Anon for giving me a Cheesecake! You know me so well that I love Cheesecake (>.>). Also, I bet you read my KNB headcanons with Novelist S/O. I'm glad you enjoy it and requesting me and I hope you like the final result.

warning: Profanity from Futakuchi and Kyoutani.

gender: neutral

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Aone Takanobu - Date Tech

I know it's not canon that Aone is a book lover but hear me out. I think he is low-key and enjoys reading books but not in the heavier genre as he prefers something light like teen fiction, Slice of life romance, comedy, or any lighter novel books.

He is actually really proud of you that he has an Author S/O who is very creative and has a gut to create some heavier genre of fiction despite his not really being a big fan of it.

He wouldn't tell you directly that he is proud of having such a successful Author S/O but damn he is really obvious about it because he would buy a bunch of flowers for you.

If you don't really like Flowers, he would definitely give you something you like and prefer (Probably like your favourite brand of chocolate, plushies, etc.)

Blushes red if someone mentions that he's lucky for having such a creative, great, successful and amazing S/O who can write amazing books.

Sometimes would help you with writing but not in the part where there's a crime scene. He would be helping you more with grammatical errors, spelling, vocabulary and such.

I am going, to be honest with you and I'm sorry about it. I don't think he would help you with giving ideas because I believe stories that have heavy topics can make him uncomfortable so he would just gonna watch you work.

Overall, Aone is very supportive and sweet despite you are writing a really heavy theme book. If you are tired, he would definitely prepare a cup of tea or coffee for you to relax.

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The screen of the computer was bright despite the room being illuminated by darkness with a small source of light from the lamp on top of your table. (Y/N) (L/N), one of the most successful authors in Japan for writing crime fiction with a great plot twist and depth story that could make anyone get excited when solving the mystery.

Their/ Her/His hair was unkempt, tangled, and reeked of sweat even though you didn't go out a lot. Underneath your eyes, there were eye bags that were quite large and this pitiful form of yours was clearly because you had not rested. (Y/N) did not want a book with just a basic ending, no. You wanted more than just a book with a generic ending as readers could expect it and you wanted a surprise element inside of the book. Hence, as a result of trying to come up with any great ideas, you had not gotten any rest.

From behind the door that was moving ajar slightly, a pair of eyes staring at you but despite it seems it has no emotion in his eyes, the male was worried about your current condition. The male was standing there in silence and his large calloused hands pushing the door away whereas the other hand are holding a cup of your favorite hot beverage.

Hearing the sound of the door creaking, both of your eyes shifted immediately and glancing at your partner. Despite his intimidating stare, you know that is just your boyfriend resting face and you couldn't help but smile seeing Aone being so caring.

Aone carefully places the cup on top of the table without spilling any drops, "Awww, did you make this for me? Thank you so much, baby," (y/n) coos, teasing the taller male lightly whose cheeks turning red after he heard those words escapes from your mouth and it did not escape from the certain (E/C) eye colour as Aone facing away, trying to hide his embarrassment. "You're.....welcome" You almost couldn't hear him.

However, it did not last long because the giant middle blocker noticed that your skin was getting paler than before and both of your eyes were bloodshot from staring at the computer screen for more than an hour. The shadow cast upon his gaze as his pupil shited to you, making the poor (Y/N) shrink in fear seeing his silent glare. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask.

"...Rest, or you will get sick. You can write later," he simply says.

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Futakuchi Kenji - Date Tech

I am sorry but I don't think he is the type that reads novel books and he prefers Comic books to Novels. Even if he reads novels, he would get bored easily and only read novels that have little pages instead of thick ones.

But that doesn't mean he wouldn't be supportive. He would help you but in his own way and can be a little bit of a prick instead of being gentlemanly like Aone.

Despite that he sometimes can be a little bit of a jerk and tease you, he doesn't mind helping you by giving some kind of ideas when you're writing a crime scene for your novel.

Would help you with your grammar, pronunciation and good ideas to be inserted in your story but also would throw snarky remarks here and there just for shit and giggles.

Of course, you're not gonna just stand there and let him bully you like an idiot. There would be a time you would flick his forehead or flip a bird to him, easing an 'OI!' from him.

He doesn't admit it but he is super proud that he has an amazing author s/o which are you, especially your speciality in making mystery and crime fiction.

Definitely bragging about you to his friends and rubbing it in their faces when you are not around, "(Y/N) is more creative than you, she/he/they can create a better story than you."

Oh? You're one of the most successful authors? Yeah, he would definitely be getting even cockier and rubbing it at everyone's faces, especially to Kamasaki even if he was older than him.

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A guy with a pair of brown eyes glances at the screen from the phone, seeing the particular person with (H/C) hair colour and (E/C) eye colour. Standing on top of the stage with bright smiles across their/her/his face. In their hand, there is a golden achievement with their/his/her name printed on the bottom on the bottom of the trophy.

Seeing (Y/N) standing there with a proud smile on their face made the certain captain of Date Tech's heart swells with happiness. He was proud that his S/O got the goal they/she/he had desired, it was their/her/his dream to become one of the most recognized authors in the country and you had gotten that goal.

It was no mistake that it needs a lot of hard work and every step feels like a thorn prickling on the skin of your feet. The news did not only reach his eyes but also reached his ex-teams from the volleyball. It was proven as his phone rang out of nowhere and he picks the phone up.

"SENPAI!! IS IT TRUE THAT YOUR WIFE/HUSBAND GOT AN AWARD AS THE BEST CRIME FICTION AUTHOR!?!" It was Koganegawa.

"No need to shout and yes. My wife/husband got the award of the best author," You could see his smug smile despite he was on the call and no one sees it. "THAT'S SO AWESOME! EVERYONE IN THE TEAM NEEDS TO KNOW!" and the voice line just cut off like that. But the silence did not last long enough until his chat was bombarded with everyone's chat. Including Aone who only gave the emoticon of a trophy, a smiling face, an arrow and a guy/girl which can be translated as 'Congrats for your S/O.' It was not only the middle blocker, but everyone who used to be a volleyball player in the Date-Tech asking poor Futakuchi.

Especially Kamasaki, "OI, FUTAKUCHI. IS IT TRUE THAT YOUR S/O JUST GOT AN AWARD! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL EVERYONE! YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD US!" Despite it being just a text, Futakuchi could imagine the sandy blonde third-year player yelling at him before he texted back.

"Why? It's not that important for guys like you to know how great my wife/husband is," he texted back before pressing his thumb down on the send button, the corner of his lips tugged upwards after sending that little mischievous text to his ex-team mate.

Yeah, we cannot forget how much of a salt he is after the salt tower from Karasuno.

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Koganegawa Kanji - Date Tech

Another one, I don't think Koganegawa is the type that likes to read Novels and prefers Comic books because he thinks Novels are much more boring and hard to understand.

Koganegawa definitely doesn't even understand the word that you typed inside of your book when you need his opinion on certain things.

He's just gonna give you a big bright smile and a thumbs up, loudly shouting 'YOU'RE DOING GREAT, (Y/N)-CHAN!" after reading the book and not understanding anything inside of it.

I am very sorry, but I don't think he's smart as Futakuchi so he couldn't help much in helping you write down a story or helping you with grammar, pronunciation, and ideas.

He does try his best tho to support you in your writing career, even tho it's not as helpful as Aone. As an Extrovert, he had tons of friends so he would try to promote your book to his friends.

He also brags about you being a successful crime fiction author to his friends but without throwing snarky comments or being arrogant like Futakuchi.

"LOOK, GUYS!! MY S/O JUST MADE THIS BOOK! ISN'T THIS GREAT?! YOU SHOULD READ THIS BOOK GUYS!" without realizing that he was being too loud.

Also would definitely watch if your book got adapted into a movie even though he ended up not understanding the plot of the story, just thinking it was cool when there is a fighting scene.

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Sweat trickled down from the scalp of his head and a pair of dark brown eyes with small dilated pupils saw the screen of the phone. Watching his s/o steps going up to the stage before they/she/he was given a trophy of an award for becoming the best crime fiction author.

His smile was large and his eyes were twinkling brightly as if there were stars in them. Seeing Koganegawa excited causes the other teammate of Sendai frogs to look at the certain blonde with a dark brown tuft in wonder. Thinking 'What made Koganegawa so happy?' and 'Why he is so excited? We haven't had our play with the other team, yet.' across their minds.

"..Oi, Angry bird. Why the fuck you're smiling like an idiot?" The man that looks like a tennis ball asks Koganegawa.

"Hmm? Oh, Hey Senpai! I'm smiling because my girlfriend/boyfriend got the award as one of the best authors!" Koganegawa ignored Kyoutani's insult.

"...Who's your girlfriend/boyfriend?" The ex-middle blocker of Karasuno asks.

"TSUKKI!! IT'S (Y/N) (L/N)-SAN! SHE/HE/THEY ARE THE BEST AUTHOR IN THIS COUNTRY! YOU SHOULD READ HER/HIS/THEIR STORY!" Koganegawa shoves the screen of his phone in front of Tsukishima's face who immediately flinch since Koganegawa just got up to his personal space without thinking twice.

Kogane's voice did not only make Tsukishima and Kyoutani flinch because of the volume of his voice but it also attract other people who were also inside the room. "So...what kind of story that they made?" Tsukishiam raised his eyebrows in confusion. "I don't know...all I know is that her/his/their book was adapted into a movie and it has many cool scenes! Especially all of the fighting scenes!" Kogane states proudly about your book. Koganegawa's answer, of course, made the ex-middle blocker of the Karasuno raised his eyebrows and tilted his head a little bit in confusion whereas Kyoutani just scoffs and walks away from the scene. "O-oi! I'm not finished! She/he/they made that popular book with (Title name)! You should see it, Kyoutani Senpai!" Koganegawa yells, trying to tell him one of your most popular fiction.

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silverstoryteller · 1 year ago

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Here we go, part one of my Dark Rise readthrough! Beware, as this series will include spoilers for both Dark Rise and Dark Heir. I have read the Captive Prince trilogy, so I was already pretty sure I'd love it once I did read it, but I put it off for a while until I was ready to get into a new fandom. (And also until the second book came out.) I did manage to avoid almost all spoilers going in; I knew from reviews that there was a twist at the end, and knowing Pacat, it was going to be a good one. Ditto, the romance: I knew there was a dark-haired protagonist with a bitchy blond love interest and that their names were Will and James but, crucially, not which was which. I also had the cover of the sequel to go off of, which did influence my theories just a bit.

So, knowing the above plus the summary of the first book, I made a pre-book prediction: The twist was going to be that the supposed Chosen One was going to turn out to be the big bad, or related to him, and that it would turn out he was aware of this the entire time. And yeah, I was pretty much spot on, wasn't I? It's a testament to Pacat's skill as a writer that by the time I got to the twist, it still surprised me that I turned out to be right. I had been leaning more toward Will being related to the Dark King, not being him. I wasn't sure Pacat would actually go that far, but oh boy, I loved being wrong!

This post will cover the Prologue and the first chapter.

Prologue

First of all, the map is very nice. I did notice there’s no indication of Bowhill on it, which, I realize it’s likely outside the bounds of this map, but I’d still like an indication of which direction it's in, but oh well.

Confession time, the first time I read this book, I vaguely remembered that one of the main couple was named James, but I got it in my head somehow that that was the name of the MC, not the bitchy blond LI. So I read this entire prologue under the impression that James was the protagonist, and all I thought was, ‘Wow, Pacat sure is bold, introducing a flash forward that shows her MC being a total asshole. I figured he’d turn out to be an edgy bad boy by the end, but this is a lot more than I was expecting!’

Then I got to Chapter One and Will’s introduction and, ‘Oh, nevermind, I’m just dumb.’

I did catch on during my first read that James was formerly with the Stewards, so I wasn't shocked when that was revealed later.

“He said the words like there was a system of honor in the world, like all you had to do was appeal to a person’s better nature and goodness would prevail.” I bet that's exactly what smol James tried to do when he got kicked out of the Hall, and now I'm sad.

‘“The boy’s alive.” James felt hotly resentful that it made him stop.’ I do wonder why, at this point, James seems invested in a boy he hasn’t even met yet. Is he that invested in Simon's plans at this point? I have a half-baked theory about it, but I’ll talk about that in one of the later chapters.

Chapter One

Will! <3 Despite my pre-book prediction, I got taken in by Pacat’s misdirection pretty early on, so a lot of his sneakiness in the early chapters went right over my head. Look at him, saving a stranger from a totally random accident that occurred because somebody didn't do their job right, I’m sure it's a coincidence that tying the ropes was Will’s job and that's the part that just so happened to break and lose all of Simon's cargo. What a sweet boy! (No, but seriously, he must have felt so guilty that he almost got an innocent person killed.)

Also, I found myself thinking about the details of barges during my first readthrough, and I realized that, hey, I’d never once wondered about how they stopped river barges so they didn't run into the docks in the 1800s in my life, but now I know, and that's neat! I love it when authors flex about all the research they did before writing their novel.

“Accidents were common on the docks. Just last week Will had seen a plodding draft horse shy unexpectedly as it pulled a barge along the canals, breaking its ropes and overturning its boat.” Pacat's got me so paranoid now that I'm half convinced Will caused this accident too.

Hey, are we ever going to find out what's up with the mirror, or is Will literally just hallucinating his past life onto a convenient surface?

#dark rise #dark heir #spoilers #dark rise readthrough

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musefictions · 1 year ago

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2023 Writing Wrap-Up

I shook things up this year and recorded my writing process each month of this year- everything I wrote, edited, submitted to a literary magazine, or got published. So I got some stats for you today!

Everything I wrote:

13 short fiction/flash fiction pieces, 3 poems, and 1 creative nonfiction piece, for a total of 17.

These are the finished ones (I have a notebook full of scraps of lines or paragraphs that came to me that never turned into anything.) There are several that just didn't work out and I'm not pursuing them, at least for now.

Short fiction rejections:

A whopping 47! *air horns*

Short Fiction Publications:

3! (I had 4 acceptances, but we'll get to that.)

The Most Inaccurate Map in the World came out this February in Screen Door Review!

Logline: A mother newly living out of her car tries to turn the situation into an adventure for her daughter.

Imitates Life is coming out around February 2024 in The Gateway Review!

Logline: Sculptor whose creations come to life attempts to make the perfect man. This goes just as awry as you might expect.

When to Tell Your Date You're the Chupacabra is coming out in January 2024 in Over/Exposed!

...Yeah, this one is exactly what it sounds like from the title.

It got accepted by two places at the same time. This was the fastest any of my works have been picked up- I drafted it in October, two months before it was accepted.

Favorite thing I wrote:

Wet, Crooked Colt, which is about two people on the ace spectrum navigating sex. (You bet your ass I named a story Wet, Crooked Colt.)

The runner-ups are Chupacabra, which you'll see soon, and an unpublished short story that I hope will be published in 2024 (I don't like revealing much about unpublished things, but you best believe I will not shut up about them once they're out.)

When I sat down to think about why these three are my favorites, my conclusion was that they feel the most raw and honest. This year, a lot of personal experiences crept into my work, and I didn't shy away from more personal topics in general.

They also mark my style starting to change!

None of these feel like traditional Jenna stories. I look at them and think, "I made that?" It's a weird sensation. (I ended up disliking the stories I wrote this year that did feel more like traditional Jenna stories.) I've been getting weirder ideas and experimenting more with form, and instead of choppy sentences, I bounced to the other stylistic extreme and now I'm into run-ons. I love this direction and the feeling that I'm in a new era!

How I feel about my writing year:

Mixed.

I miss having a long project like a novel or novella. Lately my writing process has been like, "get an idea, get excited that I have an idea, write and edit it within the span of a few days, finish it and be sad about it."

It wasn't so much lack of motivation I struggled with this year but lack of inspiration. Maybe it's lingering effects of burnout since I had a lot of big life events (mostly good things! I graduated and started the first job I actually like! but still burnout-inducing things!)

On the plus side: this was the year I started seriously submitting to magazines, and I'm BEYOND excited about the publications. I have a much better idea of the theme tying my collection together, and I feel like the collection is taking shape.

I'm sending good vibes for 2024! If anyone has publications or snippets you want to hype up, drop them in the comments below- I'd love to check them out!

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animeomegas · 2 years ago

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you're so right about shika reacting like that, I totally agree!!!

I love the fact that the supernatural are known in your novella, that's so uncommon for books like that and I love it! the vampiric animals is a really cool and original idea omg I can't imagine vampire cats, they're so chaotic already, add vampirism to it??? they would rule the world and I wouldn't complain. the implied conversion of the MC though?!?!?!? I love it, it would definitely be me, who would say no to being a vampire????? I would love to read it 😭😭

you got me with the mystery part of your other story, I'm obsessed with that. I also love it when authors use classic tropes but switch the characters around, it makes it so fun! we almost never get playboy MCs either, so that's also super cool!! and the fact that they help each other heal from their issues and grow? &? $? $? I bet I would cry reading that novel but I would love it 100%

AMY????? FIRST????? THAT IS SO COOL I'M SO PROUD OF YOUUU. CONGRATULATIONS OMGGGGGG!!!!!!!! TELL ME YOU CELEBRATED OR SOMETHING! '! &!! & &

how bad is it to get sick during a trip? that's so sad!! also YES I recommend them, I didn't watch them all but I watched a recap and they look cool, it's a classic whodunit and the murders are brutal at times. there's 6 movies in total!! the 6th was released this year and jenna ortega is a mc, I love her. she also played as Wednesday last year and she's such a good actress. I'll definitely check out happy death day after I finish scream 6!!! <3333 also thank you for your congratulations you're very sweet

Yes! I really wanted to include some of the societal impacts of the supernatural in my book, like my MC being a lecturer in Supernatural Studies. One of her classes is in the book, so you'll get to learn a little about how the Black Death affected vampire clans in London :D

And vampiric animals, yes I wanted to include one, so there is one haha. The process is much trickier than with turning a human into a vampire and it takes much longer, so there aren't many around. Most big clans have one though.

MC doesn't get turned in the book, but it is directly expected and referenced that they will be at some point soon.

As for the novel, yes, I switched it because I thought it'd be very cool to get the playboy's inner monologue. The first parts of the novel include, along with the mystery, a lot of the MC slowly focusing more and more on the male lead and forgetting about flirting with others. Let's just say that MC's friends are sick of hearing them give a play-by-play of what the male lead ate at dinner, and then denying that they're interested in him as anything more than a bit of fun lol.

As for the mystery plot... It's my first time writing a proper one, but I'm having a lot of fun and I think it's a decent one, but we'll see haha.

Haha, I didn't celebrate no, because results were so delayed from the strikes, I only just found out the marks and idk, I'm probably going to get something tasty as a celebration at some point :D Thank you though!!!!! You're so sweet!!!! <333333

I was pretty sick in Tokyo, but it was a combination of the flight, which I predicted would happen because it always does, and then also a really heavy workload while there. I lost 9 lbs in ten days because of how much walking I had to do and I the fact that I was too ill to eat more than two apples over three days. It was a shame, but that's what happens when you're in a big group: you can't tailor the trip to your individual needs like needing to rest after a 14 hour flight and two hour queue at customs XD I still had fun though!

And oh, I didn't know Scream films were who dunnits, that's awesome, I'll put them on my list of things to check out! Thanks for the recommendation!!

And you more than deserve my congratulations for surviving exams hehe

🎉🎉🎉

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schmedterlingfreud · 4 months ago

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Okay, vent-answer ahead because I have finally the opportunity to let this out of my chest. I've been (seriously) writing fiction for nearly 13 years. My parents knew about it when it was just a mere hobby, and they knew about it when it became something more serious and something I would dedicate my life to. When I started posting my very first fan fictions online, I was scared to death thinking about what would have happened to me if they found them. It wasn't even controversial. Just bad teenage-level writing. But it was "me" inside those stories. All the shadows I was keeping from them. Letting them read my stories would have been like tearing my chest apart and letting my soul into their hands. I was weak and fragile (a troubled teenage girl just like many others, nothing special)… but it wasn't even an option, right?

Fast-forward, I even published original novels (four of them). Four very bad original novels, of course. Old good paper and ink, shiny cover and all. I also opened a IG account to promote them, and I finally found the courage to share it with my (boomer) parents, bringing them on IG. They knew about the books, and, despite the fear always there, keeping them hidden was pointless -- there were boxes full of them in our house. So here I am. "Here, mom. Here, dad. Those are my books. You see, you can turn the pages, you can put them in bookshelves and read them on the sofa. I hope you like them!" I never saw them with my books on their hands. Maybe just once, when they "tried" to read. I wasn't expecting much from my mom, because she was never a reader; but my dad -- I never saw him, since my birth, without a novel on his hands. Despite it, he obviously didn't read my books. I actually found the courage to talk about them, once or twice, like: "But are you reading them? What do you think about?" Vague answers… "You know it's not my kind of books", "You know you and I are very different when it comes to reading", etc… His bookmark never moved from the first chapters. It broke my heart in a million pieces. I bet they (mom and dad) wouldn't even be able to name one of my characters if I asked them to do so.

Now, even if I left (temporarily) original writing to dedicate myself to fan fiction writing only, I still have my IG account where I regularly promote new stories and new chapters updated. They know about it. They even visualize my stories, but never once did they mention a thing about my fics, never bothered to open a link. Even when I (the masochist) asked once again, talking about some of my new projects: "Did you see? I started a new story! This weekend I'm going to update! Haven't you seen my account?" Same old shit: "Oh, but you know I know nothing about those sites and how to make them work." And my heart, once again, fell in a million pieces. Not even one effort from them to get closer to my writing, to my hard work, to a part of my very soul.

So yeah, I understand the statement. But, at the same time, I still wish for a day when, opening my IG notifications, or my personal chats, I will find a horrified message from my mom: "What did you do? Did you really write those things? Oh my God, I would never think you would write gay p0rn!" And then I would smile, floating in pink clouds and floral breeze, "Oh, mom. You finally read it?" My heart light and warm. "Did you like it?" "What? No! It was gay p0rn!" "Yeah. It doesn't matter. You did read it. Thank you for dedicating some of your time to my stories stained with my blood and tears. I really appreciate it."

I hope those days will come… just once… just to know that I still matter to them in a way I want to matter for them.

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creative-writing-shit · 2 months ago

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°~♡~Storytime~♡~°

What I'm about to share is the first chapter to one of the novels I'm working on - Final Moments of Hope.

Please note that this is my original work. It is under no circumstances to be used for any purpose - especially without my permission.

Also, take into consideration that I began writing this in November of 2020. I will eventually need to make changes to the writing, but this is the joy of first drafts.

I also get into some cultural details from Panama in this chapter. While I did perform some research at the time I wrote this chapter, if you spot any details that may be false or offensive, please let me know! In no way do I intend any of this to be offensive or malicious!

Possible TWs:

• Religion

• Implied Death

Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!

300 hours left.

I was awoken by Ezra's morning call as he barged into the house. A whistle. High, low, high, high, low. He didn't make the call until after the door had been flung open and smacked the wall behind it. That's what woke me every-other morning.

I tiredly swung my legs off the side of my bed, slipping into my slippers and emerging from my room. I peered down the side of the railing toward the front door. Sure enough, Ezra was there, but he brought someone with him. A girl.

"Jetta!"

My face lit up like a thousand suns had begun shining all at once. Swiftly, I ran down the stairs, not caring if I had tripped or not - I was desperate to see Jetta. After all, I hadn't seen her in over two years now. She'd be impressed to see my growth.

I ran full speed into her arms before either of us could get a word out.

"Oh, did someone miss me?" She chuckled, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me. And, with that, I knew she was happy to have me in her presence. As was I.

"I did, I did! I have so much to tell you - so much to show you!"

She giggled and held a hand up in front of my face.

"I bet you do, but I'd like to see your brother first. Where is he?"

I turned my head to look up the stairwell. No doubt that he was still asleep, dreaming away... Not that he had anything to dream about. I'm not trying to be mean, but he didn't really have that much motivation.

"I'd imagine his lazy-ass self is still in his bed."

She looked at me with some shock in her expression. I had just started to swear about a year ago. I had never told my brother, but I thought he likely already knew. He, himself, said that he had started to swear at the age of 7, and I'm 13, so I figured he assumed I already swore. Jetta, however, wasn't expecting it. She hadn't said her first swear word until about two years ago, and she's 17. She didn't swear too often either, only swore when she needed to. Even in the time when she felt the need to, she tried to hold it back. I could only imagine what she was thinking when she heard her little step-brother say a cuss word.

As if on cue, Micah appeared at the top of the stairs, all tired-eyed. He gave a small baby yawn and a big stretch before taking his sweet time walking down the stairs. Jetta got impatient waiting for him to come down the stairs - I could tell by her face - so she walked the rest of the way over to Micah.

"Hi, Micah."

Micah managed a small smile. His eyes were only half open, and I don't think he was even fully aware of what was going on.

"Jetta is here!"

His expression didn't change by much, maybe a centimeter was added onto the smile.

"Jetta...what a nice surprise."

After another few moments of complete silence, his eyes widened.

"Jetta!"

She chuckled.

"There we go."

Micah made no hesitation to hug her.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were gonna be in Panama for another 4 months."

"Well, I was. Then Mother got too much to bear, so I came back earlier."

Micah nodded his head slowly, clearly thinking about Mother and Father. He changed the subject almost immediately, not wanting to dwell on it.

"Well, it's nice to have you back, Jet. How did you get here without a car?"

"I used a special type of transportation called Ezra Cohen Inc."

She turned her head toward the front door where Ezra had been standing when they first walked into the house. He wasn't standing there anymore, though. I mean, I should've guessed he would have run off to a different room soon to occupy himself. He was the type that got bored super easily.

"Ezra!" Jetta called out but got no response.

"Does he have a place he usually goes to in here?"

That was a stupid question. Of course he had somewhere he always went. Although, I guess Jetta wouldn't really know since she'd been gone for two years.

"The game room." Micah shook his head as he answered her stupid question.

"Always the game room."

She nodded but looked kind of confused, too.

"You don't know where the game room is, do you, Jetta?" Before she could even respond to him, Micah added, "Come on, I'll show ya."

Micah started toward the furthest door to the left and Jetta followed, leaving me all alone in the main room standing on a fancy medium-toned gold and scarlet carpet over the almost transparent, smooth gold floor, surrounded only by precious antiques. Yes, we were rich. That didn't mean we spent our money on ridiculous stuff like everyone else, even if I wanted to. Micah always insisted we put it into savings so that I could buy a car and a house when I was old enough. And college. And children. Why did Micah always plan my future? Who says I even wanted kids?

Sometimes, I snuck some of Micah's money to buy some stuff that all the other kids had, and when he asked where it came from, I said that some kid gave it to me. Sucker. Micah only spent his money on groceries and all the other things that we absolutely needed. Food. Clothes. Water. Heat. Electricity. BILLS.

Oh my Lord, the bills. And taxes. Holy shit. Every single time from the point where I turned 10 up until now, he has forced me to sit at the table with him and made me learn how to do them so that I knew how by the time I went out on my own. BORING. It was so boring that I couldn't even fall asleep at the table so that I didn't need to listen. So boring that I had nightmares about them in the evenings that he sat me down to learn them.

Jetta came out into the main room after a few minutes.

"Where are Micah and Ezra?"

She made her way over to me and sat on the scarlet velvet couch with a huff.

"Well, Ezra was playing Pac-Man on the game machine, and then Micah went up to him. Ezra and Micah moved on to the machine gun game. They are currently battling each other."

"Hm, I didn't know there was a setting to battle each other in the machine gun game...I thought it was only hunting."

She gave me a look of annoyance.

"It is. They cut the strings that attach the guns to the machine and are pretending to shoot each other."

Oh. Well, that didn't really surprise me. Micah wasn't a fun guy until Ezra came around. They have been "besties" since the first grade. He had other friends, sure, but they all either turned out to be fake or moved away. Ezra is the only one that stuck around, which I think is cool of him because if Ezra wasn't around, Micah would be a hot mess. Although, if Ezra wasn't around, he might not have started doing bills and taxes...but then we wouldn't have had anywhere to live, so yes he would've.

Micah wasn't some stay-home, lazy-ass person. Well, not all the time anyways. He had a nice paying job that he had a passion for - the medical field. A doctor, to be exact. Duh. He wanted to be an army medic once I moved out. He couldn't now because I wasn't old enough to be left alone for that long, and I had no one I could even stay with. Ez would gladly take me in, but he was low on income and could barely pay for himself. Adding me to that wouldn't work. Jetta would take me in, too, but she moved countries almost constantly, and she didn't want me to go through that stress. Also, Micah didn't want me to leave the country. "Mother" moved with Jetta. Father was gone. Every other family member was either so depressed that they completely gave up, putting themselves on the streets, or they hated us. That left Micah. I didn't complain, though. Micah was a pretty cool guy, and a hell of a good brother.

"Well, now that you and I are alone, what do you wanna do? I remember you said you had stuff to show and tell me."

My face lit up when she said that. It had been so long, and there were endless things I needed to catch up with her on.

I took her by the hand and practically dragged her up the staircase, down the hall, and into my room, last door on the right.

When I opened the door to my room, the first thing you could see was the king-sized bed centered against the wall facing the door. It had freshly washed scarlet sheets and a fluffy gold comforter on top of them. The comforter had gold tassels at the corners of it. The pillows were hard but fluffy at the same time. I had two of them placed side-by-side at the head of the bed. They were the same gold color as the comforter. They had the same swirly design on them, too.

I plopped myself down on the bed, and Jetta followed with the same amount of force behind the plop.

"What first? Tell me everything."

That was gonna be a lot.

"Be prepared to be in here for a few days."

She let out a laugh and nodded her head.

"Take your time. I'll be here all week."

Wow, a whole week? She hadn't been here for an entire week since before Father died, which was... 5 years ago.

"Hm, where to start... when you first left, I asked Micah if we could get a dog, but he said no because he thinks that the dog is gonna..."

And I rambled on like that for hours. Until Micah walked in, drenched in what I assumed to be water, but who knew when you played something with Ezra.

"Woah, what happened to you?"

He gave us a look of death.

"What the hell do you think? Ezra happened."

Jetta and I couldn't help but let out a small giggle as we had held it in far too long.

"What are you two laughing at?! Quit it! It's not funny!"

At this point, Jetta and I were laughing so hard that we were barely able to breathe. Micah getting soaked by Ezra on top of him getting overly defensive about it was absolutely hilarious. You wouldn't really know unless you were there when it happened.

Micah smacked me upside the head and scolded Jetta. You can't smack a woman upside the head, that was the rule. No matter how much we may have wanted to. I thought Micah would've loved to have smacked Jetta right about now, but he had to try hard to hold back the urge.

"Why can't we hit women anyway? That's kinda sexist. I'm just saying."

"Do you even know what the word 'sexist' means, Axter?"

I didn't reply to him. I just stared at him hard, waiting for the answer to my question.

He rolled his eyes.

"Axter, we've been through this already. It's not proper to hit women. Don't ask me why, I don't have the time to even begin explaining."

"Do you even know? And so it's not proper to hit women, but it's proper to hit men?"

"Ax, just leave it."

Just leave it. That was always his excuse to me every time he didn't want to speak of something. Was it because Jetta was here? Who really knew the ways of Micah?

Jetta shook her head a little. It seemed like something she did too often. Why did she do that all the time? If I asked her, would that be "improper" too? Why do people care about manners anyway? Why am I so full of questions? My mind needed to shut up.

Ezra ran into my doorway with a giant squirt gun aimed at Micah, a huge smirk on his face.

"Round two!"

"Not in my room! Go... anywhere but in here!"

I picked Micah up by the shirt and began to push him toward the doorway of my room. He was resisting.

"Axter, please! Have mercy for me, little bro! I'll do anything!"

Anything...

"You'll let me skip learning taxes and bills for the next three months?"

He glanced back at me, his face unamused.

"Not a chance."

I shrugged my shoulders and pushed him out the door, shutting and locking it behind him. Jetta and I stared at the door as we heard Micah's screams and Ezra's evil laughs start near then fade into a distant part of the house.

I smiled proudly, and Jetta walked up to me, giving me a high five and a hug. I liked her hugs. She was always so warm and snuggly. Something about being held close in her arms always made me feel safe and good inside. I hadn't had the pleasure of experiencing those feelings in two years, so it was long overdue. She owed me.

"So I've told you an awful lot of what has been going on in my life for the past two years. What about you? How was Panama? What's it like there?"

She sat in silence for a minute or two with her thinking face on. I assumed she was thinking about where to start and how to word things to not use words she shouldn't about Mother. Not that I hadn't heard them all before anyways. I thought them all the time, too. Sometimes out loud. That would always earn me a hard smack on the back of the head, which I never understood because Micah thought the same exact things, if not worse. I'd heard him mutter under his breath at night when I passed his room to grab a candy bar when he thought I was out cold. He wrote the Mother-thoughts in his diary, too. Yeah, I've read it. So what?

Jetta finally turned her head back toward me.

"Well, you know how Mother and I grew up in Panama, right?"

I nodded.

"Well, Mother is very strict on Panamanian traditions."

"So what are holidays like down there? Are they different than here?"

She nodded and shot me a look that said, 'Yup, completely different.'

"For Christmas, families, in this case just Mother and I since there were no other family members were with us, gather in their homes on the twenty-fifth of December to wish each other a merry Christmas in the middle of a particularly large dinner. The dinner consists of rice with chicken, baked ham, turkey, potato salad and fruit candy. While the dinner is going on, the sky is illuminated with fireworks. Oh, and of course, on that morning, we have church to attend. The decorations are all pretty much the same as here."

"That isn't too much different then."

She shook her head.

"Christmas isn't the only holiday, Axter."

That was a fair point.

"Okay, so tell me more. What about Easter?"

"Well, there's Semana Santa. Another term for that is Holy Week. A lot of government offices close by noon on that Thursday. Good Friday is a national holiday. We attend church during this time, along with many other Panamanians. It marks the day that Jesus died on the cross. Parades occur on that Friday and Saturday to celebrate Jesus Christ's death. The parades are actually called the stations of the cross procession. There are fourteen stations in total. The first station represents when Jesus was sentenced to death. The others represent other milestones. The last one, for example, is when Jesus is laid in his tomb."

"Wow, Panamanians are really into this Jesus stuff."

She chuckled.

"It's called being Christian, Ax. Anyway, a lot of Panamanians like to visit the countryside to celebrate the holiday. We obviously attend church on Easter Sunday. We then have a traditional meal and then head to the beach!"

"What kinds of food do you eat?"

"I'm getting there! Patience, child. Pan bon is a traditional bread in Colon. 'Bon' holds a significant meaning of 'time of peace and love has arrived'. Or so I've heard from Mother anyway. That could be why it's so popular during Semana Santa. There are some fun little myths and superstitions about this time as well. A few of my personal favorites are that one time, children were told that swimming on Good Friday would turn them into fish, and climbing trees would turn them into monkeys."

I giggled upon hearing this. That was ridiculous. That could never happen.

Could it?

"Yep. Another one of my favorites is that being born on Good Friday puts you at a higher risk for becoming the Antichrist. Parents apparently frequently check for any signs of evil."

"Damn!"

She scolded me then.

"Sorry. Continue."

"One more. It is said that cutting your hair on Good Friday will give you beautiful and healthy hair for the rest of the year."

I nodded.

"That's pretty cool, I guess. I wouldn't let anyone touch my hair, though. No one touches this beauty that I worked so hard to perfect."

She scoffed and ruffled my hair.

"It ain't that good, Axy."

I squinted my eyes at her and shook my head.

"You are now dead to me."

She smiled and hugged me tight.

"Too bad you're stuck with me for a little bit!"

I smiled when she said that. I couldn't get over how good it felt to have her there. Someone I could talk to without being told, "Time for bills, Axter!" Besides, she actually listened to my problems and gave me good advice. She was always there for me.

"Those holidays seem pretty interesting. What about Halloween? That's gotta be pretty interesting, too, right?"

"Actually, Axter, Halloween isn't really celebrated in Panama. Sometimes schools might have costume contests, but other than that... Places in Panama with more Americans living in it have more going on, though. Like in Panama City, the Multiplaza Mall has trick-or-treating and costume contests every year. Panama doesn't grow pumpkins either. You might find one in about one store around Halloween time, but they cost a decent amount, I hear. Some families have Halloween parties. If you wanted to trick-or-treat like in America, you'd have to do it inside your house and knock on your own doors."

"That's boring. Panamanians need to get with the system."

Jetta shoved my shoulder a little.

"People are allowed to celebrate holidays however their country learned to celebrate it. Mother doesn't even celebrate Halloween, so neither can I."

I gasped.

"You haven't celebrated Halloween in two years?!"

"I haven't even celebrated American Halloween since I went with you and Micah years ago. I've been in other countries for Halloween the years after that, too. The closest thing I've done for Halloween for the past two years is sit in my room after Mother thinks I'm asleep and shove some candy in my mouth."

I sighed, and my voice suddenly changed to dull and sad.

"You won't be around for this Halloween either, will you?"

She sighed and gently rubbed her hand on my upper back.

"I don't know, Axy. I'll try, I promise you."

I nodded and gave off a fake smile, already knowing what the answer really was, and Jetta knew it, too. Mother hogged her for holidays ever since her and Micah had an argument about me. Now, because of me, Jetta wasn't ever allowed to come back to America to celebrate holidays with us. She always said she'd try, but we both still knew the answer.

She hugged me tight, and that's how and when I knew that she could read into my fake smile and phony happiness.

Wear the mask, and you never get hurt. That's what Micah always said when he was upset. It was another thing I overheard him say when I walked by his room some nights. I thought long and hard about that sentence for a long while before I finally got what he meant by it.

So I wore it.

It kept me safe.

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I feel like your "come chat with me" sign idea sounds like a social experiment lol I feel like it wouldve gone viral on youtube back in the day before everything was clickbait for like middle schoolers. On a pessimistic note the more I think about what its like to live in the US the more I hate it lol

That's so real. The other thing like that that I did consider doing when I was briefly single was to do the The 36 Questions That Lead to Love with various Hinge matches and record a podcast about how it went.

And yeah, the situation in the US is not great. I was in Copenhagen a few weeks ago, and I know Denmark has problems of its own and everything, but it was kind of shocking to me how much background anxiety Americans carry around all the time. Like, one night I heard loud explosion sounds outside of my window, and my actual, honest first thought was "oh shit, a terrorist attack, which way do I go to escape?" before realizing that it was just fireworks. Not having to worry about random people carrying hidden guns, or what would happen if I needed to be hospitalized on my trip, or people stealing my stuff, or if people working at restaurants are getting tipped enough, or making sure the homeless guy on my street isn't going to starve, and not being aggressively sold something every time I left my hotel room was truly calming for me as someone who usually lives with those thoughts in the back of my head all day long. I think a lot of Americans are so submerged in our own cultural context that it's really easy to forget that it's not like this in other places in the world.

I actually found the whole trip a really hopeful experience, which I wasn't expecting. From my (albeit limited) experience of Danish culture, it seems like there's an optimism there that the world can be improved with communal action, and I think that's something that's been missing in American culture for quite a while. And so for now I'm just trying to hold on to that hope that while thinks look bleak now, they can get better, and once they get better, they can get better than that, and better than that. I know that incrementalism isn't exciting, and it's not the kind of thing that people write dystopian young adult novels about, but I do think it's out best bet.

Anyway, stepping off my soapbox that you didn't really ask for. Things are hard out there. We should all sit in coffee shops and put up "come chat with me" signs and see what happens.

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I always cite BOOM as having mismanaged the comic grossly and set it up for failure. With so little story between such huge hiatuses and with no consistency--plus the lack of marketing and confusion between issues and volumes--fans will drift off and lose interest, which loses money, which makes continuing the comic even less sure, which just starts the process anew and makes it all the more clunky and shaky as it goes on. Every choice they've made has been a bad one.

Like I said, I've tried rationalizing and explaining shit from every angle since the first hiatus hit, and at the start of that hiatus, things were actually looking really exciting! The monthly issues were really fun and worked well enough keeping the fanbase--it's the expected model for a comic. You get 22 pages every 30 days, and that's not a bad deal. But it is hard--especially on the artist. Which was why I was happy to sit on a long hiatus because when Fence was announced to be renewed, it was as a graphic novel. So we'd get less frequent releases with bigger chunks of content--not huge chunks, but not single-issue releases. Obviously a 4-issue volume every 12-18 months isn't a good trade-off unless you take into account that the switch from comic to graphic novel allows for more complete narratives rather than the serialized episodic model of comics. This implied that more of the story had been greenlit by BOOM already and the new installments would be able to focus more on actually building the story and give Johanna The Mad plenty of time to get ahead of the workload of drawing it all. This was not the case at all, and BOOM hadn't greenlit beyond vol 4 at all, so it just morphed into episodic 88-page issues released every 12-18 months. Which is a killer blow to fan interest and is a stupid marketing decision. And listen, if Fence isn't making money, we aren't getting more of it. So dumb marking decisions mean less chance of more Fence, which is why I keep mentioning marketing; money is all BOOM cares about, so by looking at Fence from a marketing angle, you can use logic to try and understand or predict their decisions...except that whoever markets for BOOM needs to be fired because they don't know what they're doing. And to top it all off, Jo's still drawing in the exact same time constraints as before because of when she's given the script.

So BOOM literally shot themselves in the foot with Fence and shot all of us in the foot too for good measure. As a fan, the publishing around Fence is so frustrating--I think they should have bought up the remaining story after issue 12 and immediately let Pacat and Jo start building up some backlog of it too, which would have allowed the plot to progress at a healthy pace and the story to have the depth intended. I can understand other people getting frustrated with the way BOOM's decided to publish Fence and losing interest in the comic/deciding it's not worth it, but it didn't honestly occur to me that Pacat might have gotten bored of his own work because of the model that is losing fan interest until now.

Novelty, though, I've definitely considered as an explanation for his wandering attention. Pacat didn't even pitch Fence; he was approached by a publisher at BOOM and came up with Fence specifically for the opportunity (so already it's not a project born of love), and it was his first comic. He's said himself in multiple interviews that writing comics is very different and quite difficult because there's 'nowhere to hide'. Once he saw what a commitment and challenge it would be to actually bring the story to fruition, I'm betting he lost interest. It's a hard format to write for and he's not suited to it in my opinion. Pacing is his biggest weakness as a writer, and comics make that a fatal weakness. Now he's making it worse by trying to condense the story, and characterization has been the compromise to make that happen. Which sucks because I'd rather have the OG characters until it doesn't get renewed than see the new characters to the state championship.

I've long thought Pacat's disinterest in Fence was from a bigger love for his other works and the realization that comic writing isn't for him, and having heard a couple people say working with BOOM and all the publishing nonsense they've pulled would make them less enthusiastic about the project too, I think that has a part in it too. However, the driving force is still, at the end of the day, Pacat himself. If Pacat cared about Fence, there are things he could do besides half-assing it. I genuinely cannot imagine starting a story (especially with an amazing artist and partner to work on it with) and then having its shininess wear off because the format isn't my favorite to work with--it simply does not make sense to me in a way I can't even articulate. So while I can logically understand how BOOM and the comic format turned Pacat off Fence, I can't justify the way he's dealt with it at all. If it were a problem of the format exclusively, why not negotiate to get the rights to the story back and write a fully illustrated novel with Jo instead? I'll tell you why. Pacat is a slow writer, and he'd rather be writing Dark Rise. When the opportunity to bring novels into the franchise came up, he handed it off to someone else. And now instead of either continuing with the progression and complexity he'd planned originally in the comic knowing that it may never be finished or trying to transfer it to a format he's more comfortable with, he's fucked over the fans and the story by trying to get it over as fast as possible.

does pacat rlly not care about fence anymore 😭 i feel like it’s much better than dark rise and could be better than captive prince too…it’s been a year since i last consumed anything fence-related and i really don’t understand what’s going on with the series?? but anyways i like ur fics a lot & agree with ur reviews of srb’s novels, which also could have had so much potential but ended up kind of sucking in a lot of ways.

Pacat is a mystery to me. Personally, I believe Dark Rise is his best work--it shows much better pacing than Captive Prince and gets the same impact and feel without going to such extreme and explicit horrors, which shows a lot of skill (I know CP is his most beloved series but he's improved a lot since writing it haha). What gets me is that Fence STARTED really strong and I counted it as his best work for sure. There were fun tropes and dynamics, interesting characters with a central relationship promising contention, fighting, and tension, and some fun elements in the mystery of Jesse and potential in the reveal of Nick's lineage. And you could tell there was passion in the project...but even by the later issues of the original 12-issue run, Pacat's social media reflected a large disinterest in Fence, and that disinterest has shown in the story as Fence continues to progress.

I try to logic and rationalize and analyze everything Fence related and literally every time I do I get met with 'it's not that deep' from the actual canon lmfao but I'm going to offer my rationalization anyway lmao the only reason I can think to justify Pacat's lack of interaction with Fence on Twitter besides not caring about it much is that it doesn't fit his brand. Which is only defined by two other series, but it's very much a high fantasy/historical fantasy dark romance with stomach-churning undertones and much darker themes than Fence. So I gave him that excuse for a long time. Fence doesn't fit within that brand at all, so from a marketing standpoint, it makes some amount of sense to focus more on the other franchises. However, I think this strategic thinking is giving too much credit--Fence has always had really shit marketing so either Pacat has no mind for marketing or he doesn't care to market Fence, which both get us back to the only real reason being he just doesn't care about it as much as his other things.

Do I expect Pacat to be hanging out in the Twitter FENCEtag? No. But I do think it's strange that he'll post tweets saying happy birthday to other people's books the day they come out, but literally didn't ever make a Fence Redemption announcement or say anything on the release day. The most he's done is retweet a couple things from BOOM! and 2 other outside sources. And this is regular behavior--he didn't do announcements for RIVALS or RISE either and didn't promote them at all. Yet Dark Rise gets announcements all the way along--title announcement, release date announcement, cover reveal, etc etc etc. He also posts and retweets fanart for his other 2 books really regularly, yet he didn't even retweet all of Jo's (the co-creator and illustrator of Fence) pieces for the Fence event Jo hosted in April, let alone bother with much fanart of it. There's just no reason for the vast gap in involvement and enthusiasm other than him very strongly preferring his other projects and not bothering with the effort of interacting with Fence. He'll occasionally ask culture questions (like if Americans say 'coz' for cousin or how to say something in French) but that's legitimately the best argument there is for his interest or care in the project.

And lastly, his lack of interest shows in the story. He handed his story off to someone else to write novels for and simply let her go wild without regard for how it impacted the comics or the fans. Further, Pacat lost track of his own story and characters between Volume 3 & 4 in a way that I cannot excuse as anything other than inconsistent characterization. And I know I'm biased there, but I make so many people in real life read Fence that I don't jabber at about it/pull into the fandom (so they have no knowledge of my takes), and all of them have commented on the 180 the characters made between the volumes. And, listen, if I wouldn't accept that kind of inconsistency in characterization when grading my 12-year-olds' narrative writing projects, why am I still sitting here trying to excuse the lazy/poor writing in a published and successful author? The pacing is also telling--a lot of conflict was skipped over 'off screen' between the volumes (which, say it with me folks, is lazy writing). Nick's resentment toward Seiji turned into full admiration sans any ill feelings or acknowledgment that even if he IS hot shit, he was still a major asshole in his initial conception, and Seiji apparently agreed to drop his thing about Jesse (you know, the thing that had them in a fist fight approximately 40 pages of comic before). There was no build-up to their relationship or resolution of the conflict that made it unhealthy (expect to have Nick 'admit' Seiji was right to treat him like shit...) These things push the story along a lot faster; rivals to lovers moves really fast if you skip all the tedious development of the characters getting to know, respect, tolerate, and then like each other. Pacat loves rivals/enemies to lovers and (to be blunt) mean/cold bottoms, so it is so fucking bizarre to me that he'd speedrun the relationship and change the characterization so much when it's directly moving away from his preferences (see: Captive Prince, Dark Rise). I don’t know how it happened from anything other than sheer laziness or from not caring about Fence so deeply that he let SRB overwrite the characters and romance he'd originally created.

Last, there are just SO many inconsistencies and copyedit-level mistakes. And I get it that typos happen, but it happens so much that it's like,,, are you even rereading the scripts before you throw them at your publisher? And the continuity errors are massive at this point. Seiji's year in France, which was apparently the result of his loss to Jesse, is only possible if time travel exists and also timelines exist simultaneously. How do you fuck up so big when constructing a story you care about? At least by the time it gets published, you should be sure it's READY to be published. It's like he's writing issue-by-issue as he goes with no plan and can't be bothered to skim through the previous issues to check for things.

I just can't come up with a reality where Pacat actually loves Fence when this is all the care he gives it. We are so so so lucky to have Jo--she is literally the most amazing and gives so much love and care to Fence, and it shows...I just wish Pacat's writing didn't affect her contribution to the comic too. But she at least loves Fence even if Pacat doesn't seem to tell her all that much more than he tells the rest of us LMFAO

This turned into a WHOLE messy essay, I just have a lot of thoughts and they've been brewing for years so sorry to go off on my mad ravings and thanks for tuning in XD and also!!! I'm so happy you like my fics TT.TT <33 and also that you see my point about the novels uwu

#jackshit #fence vent #fencessay #(at the point where theres 3 stacked atop each other I will use that tag)#even tho it makes me snicker because it looks like fencussy to me #so love seeing other people as deep in speculation as I am about everything in fence tho lmfao

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hotched · 2 years ago

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Freshman Year - Part 2

Summary: You continued to spend time outside of class with your professor until another student makes a comment that sends you running. Will he let you just walk away?

Masterlist to A Million Little Times series

Word Count: 1363

Warnings: ANGST!!!! No happy ending for a while here folks, so strap in 🫣

A/N: After a long hiatus I finally felt like writing again!! I have a couple of ideas so you may see more from me soon. I know the fandom has kind of died down so please let me know if you want to see more of this series or if I should let this one go

Gif credit goes to @leo-gold-hotchner <3

Everyone called you naive, but you weren’t. You understood the world around you and its complexities, you were just very picky on what to give your attention. You didn’t concentrate on the gossip about the dean having an affair with a professor and the loud fight that ensued in their offices or the running bets on which of the girls in your classes had slept with more of the football players; those things just went in one ear and out the other. You didn’t have the time or the energy to deal with people’s judgment.

Your schedule was jam packed between your intense course load and the extracurricular activities you keep picking up. Last week, you had to pick between your local volunteer club meeting and Professor Hotchner’s after hours lecture. After the first, you started a routine of sorts where you stayed after all of the other students left and spent half the night talking with him about everything and anything under the sun. Sometimes your conversations stayed close to the subject of his latest lecture or the newest lawsuit scandal and sometimes they strayed as far as the latest book you had read.

The first time he asked you about your current book you had tried to give him a general response but he wouldn’t accept your answer.

“Good?” he asked with a raised brow. You turned away from his gaze and bowed your rapidly heating face. There were some things that were just too embarrassing to discuss.

“Yeah… I couldn’t put it down. The entire time I felt enthralled “ you appeased but when he asked what it was about, you knew you were caught, “it was a love story, obviously. The woman was new to town and ended up falling in love with the big, burly farmer who was the only one that never had any expectations of her but actually listened to her thoughts and dreams and when he found out all she wanted as a little girl was a yellow chicken coop, he built her one.”

When he didn't respond right away you gathered the courage to look up at his expression. He was looking at you, as always, but the small smile pulling at the corner of his eyes was somehow different this time.

“What?” you asked, somewhat embarrassed at having to explain your guilty pleasure to the object of your daydreams.

“You’re very empathetic” he responded after a moment, leaning forward so his chin was cradled between his hands so he could study you further, “it’s apparent in every aspect of your life; from the way that you connect so easily to the characters in your stories to the way you choose to appeal to your peers own experiences when trying to argue in class. You look for an emotional connection in every interaction you have.”

You were caught off guard, you had expected just about anything else to come out of his mouth. He had teased you before about your love of romance novels so you figured he would write this one off just as easily but the way that he listened so intently and responded in a way that made you feel seen had your heart fluttering. You felt heard in a way you never had before, furthering the rapidly developing feelings you had for the man in front of you.

With another blush and a soft smile, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and shrugged as his chuckle chimed in beat with your pulse.

She had come to that assumption just from the looks you two exchanged throughout class and that was nothing. She never saw those moments in his empty classroom when he loosened his tie and sat back in his chair, one leg up as he looked at you with tired eyes. She never saw the way your hands clenched, as he gave you little pieces of himself through stories and memories. If she had seen those moments, she never would have made it into something so taboo and deplorable.

You were in the hallway after class when she fell into step beside you. It was odd, you’d never really spoken before and ran in completely different circles so you were confused as to why she was reaching out to you now.

“The way he looks at you is gross. It’s sooo obvious he’s crushing on you. You should report him. Though I bet he gives you all A’s because he wants you to like him back” she commented with an expecting, disgusted look on her face. Your eyebrows were high and scrunched, looking over at her like you had no idea what she was talking about.

After a moment of silence, she was looking at you with a combination of disbelief and ridicule, “Professor Hotchner obviously has the hots for you. Or have you been feeding into it? Don’t tell me you’ve been dumb enough to be blowing him for grades or something?”

“No, no, no” you spluttered, stopping in the middle of the hallway to look at her with wide eyes, “there’s nothing going on between him and I. He’s just being a good professor”.

“A good professor, sure” she snorted, still eying you with pursed lips.

Another classmate bumping into you broke the moment as she sighed and muttered a quick “whatever” as she walked away. You were still staring after her until the bells rang, signaling the next hour.

It was two weeks before he asked you to stay after class. You had been able to feel his intense gaze on you everyday as you scrambled to leave with your peers so he couldn’t single you out. It was childish, avoiding him, but there was a part of you that felt scolded and embarrassed at thinking this relationship you were developing was appropriate. You shouldn’t be staying after class to see him or alone with him in such a casual setting. Your classmate was right, it wasn’t appropriate and it only fed into your daydreams. The only way you could see to stop things before you got hurt was to remove yourself entirely. You wanted to go to the academic dean to see about changing your classes but you didn’t want that classmate or anyone she might have gossiped with to think there was any validity to her concerns - because there wasn’t. He didn’t feel anything for you.

You kept your eyes down as you approached his desk. His gaze was on you, searching your tilted face as the last students slowly trailed out of the room.

Once you were alone, he slowly let out a breath and spoke to you directly for the first time in what felt like forever, “is something wrong?”

“No, no, of course not Professor Hotchner” you responded immediately, shaking your head frantically as you dared to peek up at him from under your lashes.

“Did I do something that made you feel uncomfortable?” he asked after another moment of silence, a frown deeper than you’d ever seen on his face that made you lift your head and lock eyes with him.

You shook your head again with a grimace and pleaded with your eyes for him to drop it, “no, of course not”.

“Alright then,” he responded slowly, eyes searching yours, “you missed the last study session”.

“I had another class to study for” you lied, eyes down as you shifted your weight back and forth.

“Okay” he said, nodding. After another awkward pause, you lifted your eyes back to him and struggled to fight down the nausea you felt at acting like he was just another professor and this was just another class you had to pass to graduate. You stayed for another moment, both locked in a battle of wills. He was pleading for you to explain what went so wrong and you were pleading for him to let it go, let you go. With one last nod, he looked back down at his paperwork and you got your wish.

He left you alone for the rest of the year. Never calling on you, keeping you after class or staring at you as you walk away.

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@rousethemouse @ravensmadreads @multiverse-mxdness @nvttiara @angelmather1 @elhotchner @red-red-rogue <3

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No need to call, when your already home

Summary: After the events of ‘Just A Call away’, holidays are right around the corner and Scout already packed up to go home. Luckily for him, Sniper decides to do his best friend a favor.

Along the way, the marksman recalls his blooming feelings for his best friend for the past 2 years, how will he deal with this as he joins him for the holidays as well as meeting his family?

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“Take turns and late night talks”

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You may start reading! ^^

"And like holy shit! It was the best damn bed time story I eva heard my whole childhood!" Scout exclaimed. "But yea that's basically how Jack's whole writing gig became huge. And now I gotta help the asshole with his art cover, not that I mind at all, am hella excited!" Scout laughed.

Sniper nodded and hummed as he listened to Scout ramble more about Jack, from all the info he got for the past 5 hours of the trip. Jackson was Scout's second eldest brother, was one of the first out of all 8 of them to finish collage and from childhood he started to write and it turned into a career. "Sounds like a good bloke, can't wait to meet him." Sniper slips out, and immediately regrets it. What if Scout didn't actually want him to meet Jack?

"Oh your so gonna love Jackass! I know you like fantasy and horror type shit so I bet ya gonna like some of his other works." Scout quickly replies. Sniper let out a small sigh of relief, and slightly flushed at the mention of his interest in novels. He didn't expect Scout to remember any of his interests.

Silence fell upon both of them for the next hour, the air comfortable and cold as the night as it flew through the window, it made Sniper shiver slightly. Even with his folded up long sleeves.

"Hey I think we should stop for the night, already got like what? Half n half a way through the trip? You go pass out ova here and I'll drive next." Sniper quietly chuckled. "And let you on the wheel for the night? Like I said mate, ain't letting ya drive my camper." Scout let out an exaggerated sigh while falling back in his seat. "And I thought I was da stubborn one." Scout muttered, getting another chuckle out of his friend.

Another few moments pass by during the drive, and Sniper finally came to a stop. "Finally! Man I thought u drank like 10 cups a coffee this morning and didn't tell me the whole trip!" Sniper hummed in response, slightly stretching and opens his car door to hop out.

Closing the passenger seat, Sniper finally relaxed and leaned onto the somewhat comfortable seat and sighed, taking off his glasses as he looks out the window and at the clear midnight sky. "Alright let's get this damn thing moving." "Oi, watch it ya gremlin, this things my prized possession." "Yea yea whateva legs now go sleep." Sniper playfully rolled his eyes and tilted his hat over his eyes, steadies his breathing and tries to fall asleep.

Not even 10 minutes later, a smooth and musical tone can be heard in the camper. Sniper slightly tilts his hat away from his eyes and they land on the radio, where the small screen and non clear numbers glow brightly. Did Scout turn on the radio?

Soft humming can be heard beside him, as well as the distant drumming of fingers tapping on the wheel.

Sniper might as well use this as an advantage and listen to his friend's humming to sleep.

Except..

He really couldn't

Throughout the whole ride of 5-6 hours, Sniper couldn't stop thinking about his feelings for Scout.

He thought about confessing at some point of the holidays.

Which he obviously scratched off and continued thinking.

Scout.. Was really a miracle to Sniper. At least one of the closest friends he has ever gotten with. Besides Demo and Engineer being close seconds.

Don't get him started on Spy, he picks information as fast as he changes his cigarettes.

Back to the point, Scout was someone Sniper deeply cared for. He didn't wanna ruin anything between them.

Even if the thought of dating the runner sounds amazing.

Sniper also knew how much of a risk this was, dating a coworker? Confessing to your best friend? Hell he didn't even know if the guy was even into blokes!

Sniper let out a big sigh, alarming his forgotten friend who paused his little tapping session on the wheel.

"You alright Snipes? Can't sleep?" Sniper didn't reply, hoping Scout would think he only shifted in his sleep.

"Don't try to fool me Legs I can see ya mouth moving up." Scout grinned and smacked the hat away from his face. Sniper chuckled and put his hat back on.

"Nah but for real, can't sleep? Last thing I remember is you somehow sleeping on that one mission we had when we had ta bunk and you." He points his index finger at Sniper, but his eyes were still glued to the road ahead of him. "Somehow slept the whole night while Heavy was snoring like a goddamn bear!" "Oi I was bloody cold and tired at the time! Needed to get all the sleep I can get!" Sniper defended, and playfully smacked the others shoulder.

Scout laughed along, both his grip tapped hands landing on the wheel again, and silence fell upon them.

"Anything specific keeping you up?" Sniper didn't reply at first, trying to gather his thoughts and give a reasonable answer. "Just.. A bit nervous meeting your mum and all." Scout slowed the brakes, letting the camper slow for a few moments. "Oh don't sweat about it man! My ma's real nice, too sweet for her own good. Bet she'll love a guy like ya!" Scout reassured, flashing the marksman a smile. Sniper smiled back. "I hope so." He mutters. "Thats da spirit!" Scout patted his shoulder. "But anyways go ahead and get some rest, don't want ya actually drinking 10 cups a coffee when ya wake up."

Sniper rolled his eyes, his smile never leaving his lips.

"alright, Goodnight Roo."

"Night Snipes."

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 2 years ago

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I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO SEE YOUR ANSWER TO MY ASK; thank you so much for answering though, omg I wasn't expecting to receive an entire analysis in response, it made me so happy 😭💚 Since I need more people to talk about Mushitarou with, now I wanna ask, do you have any headcanons for him and/or Yokomizo? 🥺👉👈 I want to write fic for them, but it's really hard considering that we know so little about both of them :' ) I'm also curious, do you have any thoughts as to why Yokomizo's face is shadowed? I think it would make sense if we couldn't see his face before the truth is revealed, as a representation of how Mushi is trying to distance himself from reality and him/forget about him/lie to himself about not caring about him (which is why I theorized the anime might reveal his face when said truth is revealed, but they didn't do that, rip), but during the final scene and even later in Mushi's hallucinations, his face is still obscured, so... I don't know. I just think it would have been powerful to see his face more clearly as Mushi heals more and is more accepting of his grief and how much he misses Yokomizo... but maybe it'll happen if when we get more of his arc later. Or maybe I'm just totally missing something and being delusional lol

Again, thank you so much for the detailed response before; Mushi needs so much more love 🥺💚

Why are you apologizing??? It's ok! I appreciate you reading it all in the first place! I'm really happy to talk about his character at any time. (Nice icon, btw!)

First off, if you do end up writing anything about him and/or Yokomizo, I would love to see it! That is, if you're ok with sharing it. :)

Headcanons, huh? Hm... you see, normally I try to pull at least a few things from the original authors' stories but... sad to say I know nothing about their irl inspirations asides from them being mystery writers, I believe, and that they did know each other.

I guess, here's a few thoughts from off the top of my head? They're not all headcanons exactly, but this is kind of the way I see them.

Yokomizo is the kind of person who is completely unfazed by anything that's not happening in his novels. I bet that when Mushitaro showed up with a completely different face he just went... "huh" and went back to writing and asking him for opinions.

Mushitaro argues on principle. Not because he actually disagrees or anything but just because he's a bit of a disagreeable person by nature. People like Poe or Ranpo will want him to do something with them and he needs to act like he doesn't want to, before finally relenting (he's still grumbling about it though). (<-he is secretly pleased people want to spend time with him)

Mushitaro canonically likes the occult, and if you can get him talking about this topic he can go on for a very long time, and he actually looks excited and eager about it - at least until he regains his self-awareness. Then he's back to pretending he's not that excited by it.

Yokomizo and Mushitaro met when they were preteens. Neither one had other friends and Mushitaro decided to announce his arrival by attempting to explain the mystery book Yokomizo was reading to... resident mystery expert, Yokomizo. (I believe Mushitaro was especially pompous what he was younger, and unfortunately also often wrong.) Yokomizo spent a very long time correcting him on mysteries and was so ecstatic that someone listened through the whole thing that he kept ambushing Mushitaro at school for his thoughts on various mysteries he was reading. Mushitaro absolutely thought he was being bullied for weeks before he realized that the other boy was attempting to befriend him.

Mushitaro is actually the sentimental type, unlike Yokomizo, who really isn't all that much. From the outside, it appears to be the opposite, since Yokomizo is prone to fantastic and excitable discussions of his new ideas while Mushitaro is seemingly dismissive and more realistic. However, Yokomizo is more than capable of scrapping beloved projects he's been working on for months if they aren't up to his standards (I think he's a bit of a perfectionist), while Mushitaro has a difficult time throwing away anything with sentimental value.

I am curious about Mushitaro's past a little; not in that I think it was anything really tragic or dramatic, but mostly in the way his father apparently told him to be kind to strangers, the way he can't seem to be all that assertive despite his posturing, the way his core coping mechanism appears to be just flat out denying he has sentimental feelings (even before Yokomizo's death). Idk. Something there.

I think further development of Mushitaro's dynamic with Ango could be really interesting. Assuming a future where he does get to start with the Special Division and Ango is not fired, I'd like to see them working together somehow. I think they could really play off each other well and that they'd have a lot of growth potential in that sense. Honestly, I'd take anymore interactions between them as I can get.

That's about it, honestly. Do you have any headcanons for them?

As for Yokomizo's face being shadowed, I feel like it has everything to do with this only being the Yokomizo in Mushitaro's mind. Even before his death, the Yokomizo we see is filtered through Mushitaro's memories of these events, and I suppose it's an artistic way to express how he's blocked some stuff out, like you said, but probably also to indicate that Yokomizo is not coming back.

There's a similar thing done in the manga and 55 Minutes with Oda whenever Dazai reminisces about him; I don't believe his face is ever shown, though it's not shadowed like Yokomizo's. So, that's what I suspect.

I hope these made some degree of sense... they're not super backed by canon, but I guess that's why they're headcanons huh? Haha.

He absolutely needs more love. I'm hoping people discuss him more after the anime.

Anyone who wants to, feel free to drop any headcanons you have about these two here!

#thanks for the ask!#bsd #bsd mushitaro #bsd yokomizo #this was fun :D #nothing on mushitaro and the seventh agency since i really don't know what to make of it yet... but agh i'm so curious #storyrambles

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