#r/eigen

[ohgodimafraud]

5x r/eigen sneezed incidentally and 1 time he did it on purpose - m/ob p/sycho

r/eigen x s/erizawa, kink!s/erizawa

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 +1

Perfume

Serizawa was used to Reigen’s quirks, his fast talking, his wild gesticulating, and his questionable claims and methods. He was even desensitized to his sudden yelling and general intensity. The things that used to raise his anxiety to sky high levels were now routine and mundane.

“Hh- huh’EUSHh’ewh! …Ughh… hehh…hh!-…hHEDTSCHh’iew! -huh.”

That was another story.

Serizawa held his breath and looked away as Reigen blew his nose into the same tissue he’d used to catch the pair of violent sneezes. The polite thing to do was to ignore it. Easier said than done, considering it was just the two of them alone. Maybe he should’ve said bless you instead, but he was pretty sure he’d already missed the time window. And now he was certain.

“Sorry, ugh. That lady’s perfume was rhh-really, ahem, strong.” 

Serizawa nodded. “Yeah.” He could smell that client from the moment she’d opened the door. Older women tended to really like Reigen, and this one had been particularly handsy with him throughout the consultation and in her wake had left a cloud of sickly-sweet perfume to slowly diffuse throughout the room. Knowing those particularly wrenching sounding sneezes had a cause did things to Serizawa that he’d prefer to only acknowledge in the privacy of his home. 

“Excuse me,” Reigen said, snatching another tissue and glancing up at the light for a moment to help the itch in his nose surge past the point of no return. “heh…hh…EUSCHhiu!” 

The tissue was visibly soggy, and Reigen pulled a face as he discarded it and rubbed hand sanitizer into his palms. 

“...Are you okay?” Serizawa asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” he said, waving one hand while his other pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged a few circles into his skin. The explicit squelching sound that followed the action echoed a few times in Serizawa’s inner ear in spite of his best efforts to disregard it. He discarded the tissue and let out a noise of discontent. “Ugh.” 

If Serizawa had learned one thing about Reigen it’s that he could hold a conversation with a brick wall and not run out of words. And right now, he was sure he could only focus on one subject.

“I was trying so heh— so hard not t-to hheh… w-wait… hh… hehDSCHh’ew!” This time he wasn’t fast enough in bringing up a fresh tissue to catch the sneeze and ended up spraying his fist instead in an attempt to cover his mouth and nose. Belatedly, he grabbed a few tissues for his nose which was already scrunching with irritation, and he managed to get it up just as his nasal sills began to glisten in the light. He blew his nose gently and rubbed his nose vigorously before tossing and replacing the tissue.  

“Ugh, god,” he bemoaned, pausing to sniffle and wipe the droplets from his hand with the fresh tissue, “Anyway, uh, at least I didn’t sneeze on her when I was performing that exorcism.”

“...Yeah.” 

Upon further inspection, Serizawa could see a speckled dark gray pattern on the sleeve of  Reigen’s jacket. His ears went hot as he tried to shove this exchange into an imaginary file cabinet within his mind for later. 

Reigen blew his nose again. “God, like, it’s in my nose, it’s in my ch-heh- damnit!—H’GSHschhu! -guh.” He rubbed his nose again through the tissue and groaned. “It burns like hell.”

“I’ll, uh, open a window.”

“Thank you.”

Serizawa figured this would help the both of them solve their respective problems. He was about a minute into somewhat successfully willing his dick to stop standing at attention to stand by instead when he turned around and realized Reigen was staring at him. This couldn't be good. Could he have noticed? 

“Are you alright?” Reigen asked. 

“I'm fine, thank you for asking.” Serizawa winced at the way the words tumbled out of his mouth and cleared his throat.

“Oh,” Reigen murmured, giving him a closer look, “Was it bothering you too?”

“Yeah, I—I have a headache,” he lied, though, at this ratte he was sure he really was going to have one later. 

“I see. That sucks” Reigen’s brow furrowed. “Well, sorry for all the noise, I’m sure it’s just making things worse.”

Serizawa could feel the heat rushing to his face as scanned the room for an out. He looked at the empty cup on Reigen’s desk. Maybe there was a god.

“Not at all. I’ll make some more tea.”

Thankfully, Serizawa was facing away from Reigen because his blush only worsened when Reigen made a poor attempt at stifling another sneeze, letting out a shuddering breath afterwards. “hGNKk’ch…huhh…” 

Oh shit. Was he doing that on Serizawa’s behalf? Yeah, there was no way he’d be able to turn around from the kettle anytime soon.

“I’ll be right back,” Reigen said, followed by the familiar sound of tissues being pulled from the box. 

After about fifteen minutes in the restroom, he returned with a red nose and watery eyes, but had managed to stop sneezing for the rest of the day. He also suddenly had a lot less to say than usual, and for the rest of the day Serizawa felt a twist in his chest every time he saw him pinching the bridge of his nose.

[sneezysapphic23]

Does anyone in the snz community like m*b p*sycho? I really wanna write some stuff with r/eigen and s/erizawa on here!!

[wartenichtfuerimmer]

„Neben dir schlägt mein Herz komplett anders und ich vergesse all meine Sorgen“

[mystic-falls-poetry-by-janina]

Und trotz allem hinterließt du eine Lücke.. und egal was ich versuche, nichts kann diese Lücke schließen..

@mystic-falls-poetry-by-janina

[yoinkschief]

I would like to give a very personal fuck you to @shran for making me watch M//ob P//sycho 100 and subsequently getting me back into a small (HOPEFULLY) kick of Lupin III

You asshole, you've cursed us all

[meinlieblingsmensch]

Nicht schlafen können, weil man diese eine Person neben einem so vermisst..

[cutguitarstrings]

this is how mob thinks reigen looks when he’s looking for clients

[meinlieblingsmensch]

*boy

good girl.. pretty girl.. my girl..

[heartyearning]

over dichters en dobbelstenen

[jcu-secret-klaus]

Hi^^

Willkommen zum Secret Klaus/Santa der JCU community^^

Was ist das eigentlich?

Secret Klaus ist ein Event des JCU Community, bei dem wir uns gegenseitig beschenken wollen. Mit was? Mit jeglichen Fancreation über und rund um das JCU natürlich^^ Dazu zählen Fanart, Edits, Animationen, Gifsets, Fanfictions, alles was euch einfällt.

Dabei bekommt jede*r Teilnehmer*in eine*n Partner*in zugeteilt. Den Namen erhältst du am 1.12. von mir per DM. Dieser Person schreibst du dann anonym mit Hilfe der Ask Funktion, lernst sie kennen und kreiierst etwas passgenau auf diese Person. Die Details darüber, was du kreiierst, sprichst du mit deiner*m Partner*in ab. Das heißt auch, dass du nicht weißt, wer dein Geschenk für dich erstellt^^

Bescheerung ist am 24.12. Hier postet ihr euer Geschenk mit am besten einem kleinen (hoffentlich nicht schwarzem) Brief und enthüllt somit euere Identität. Gleichzeitig bekommt ihr natürlich euer eigenes Geschenk.

Kann ich überhaupt teilnehmen?

Solange du Dinge selbst für das Fandom erstellst bist du willkommen^^

Jeder kreative Kopf im JCU Fandom kann hier teilnehmen, ganz unabhängig vom Bekanntheitsgrad, ob Neuling oder alter Hase, egal wie gut du deine Kreationen findest. Hauptsache du hast Spaß.

Und wie nehme ich daran teil?

Fülle einfach die Umfrage unten aus. Hier kannst du genau angeben was du kreieren würdest, was du dir wünscht und auch von welchen Inhalten du dich fernhalten möchtest. Dadurch kann dir auch ein Partner zugeteilt werden, der zu deinen Interessen passt^^ Zwar erfolgt die Zuteilung per Zufall, dennoch achte ich auf möglichst harmonische Zuteilungen.

Worauf muss ich noch achten?

Sorge dafür, dass man dir sowohl DMs, als auch anonyme Asks schicken kann, sonst funktioniert das System leider nicht. Falls du nicht weißt, wie du die Einstellungen ändern oder überprüfen kannst, findest du auf diesem Blog eine Anleitung.

Bitte gib auch dein Bestes, das Geschenk auch wirklich zu vollenden. Falls das aus welchen Gründen auch immer nicht möglich ist, sag mir bitte rechtzeitig Bescheid. Damit dein*e Partner*in nicht leer ausgeht, können sich andere Teilnehmer*innen bereit erklären, Ersatzgeschenke zu erstellen. Aus eigener Erfahrung weiß ich, wie frustrierend es ist, kein Geschenk zu bekommen, deswegen möchte ich dagegen wirken^^

Kannst du mir nochmal den genauen Ablauf geben?

Klar^^

10.11. bis 23.11.: Anmeldung per Umfrage

24.11. bis 30.11.: Zuteilung der Partner durch mich, Überprüfung, ob jede*r noch dabei ist und Lust hat

30.11. Abend: Bekanntgabe der Partner per DM

1.12. bis 23.12.: Kennenlernen deiner Partner*innen, Erstellen deines Geschenkes

12.12.: Zwischencheck von mir, ob alles läuft

24.12.: Bescheerung

Und jetzt?

Falls du Lust hast mitzumachen, füll einfach diese Umfrage aus^^

Die tolle Umfrage^^

Und bei Fragen oder Feedback kannst du mich jederzeit in DMs oder Asks erreichen^^ Ich organisiere sowas das erste Mal, also ist jede Art von Feedback willkommen^^

[ohgodimafraud]

5x r/eigen sneezed incidentally and 1 time he did it on purpose - m/ob p/sycho (part FOUR )

r/eigen x s/erizawa, kink!s/erizawa

Parts:

1 2 3 4 5 +1

4. Voicemail

For the past few days Reigen had been clearing his throat, disappearing into the bathroom with increasing frequency, and subtly putting honey in his tea, so it was not a big surprise that he’d called out sick today. In fact, it was normal for someone to become unwell, recognize that he was sick, and stay home. What Serizawa was struggling to process at the moment was the voicemail his boss had left a half hour before his shift was meant to begin. 

He’d discovered the notification just as he was collecting his things to leave for the office and raised his phone to listen to it on the way out. Perhaps naively, he wondered if something urgent had come up.

“Hey, Serizawa. Sorry, I know it’s last minditt, I’mb just calling to let you know I won’t uh…eh-hehH…” There was a pause of about five seconds. “Ahem, sndfft—excuse me. I thought…well, never mind. I’m out of office today. You can just take the, uh, the day off and ih-! …Hehh’ehDhtkchhuh! Okay, there it is. snff-! Sorry about that. Anyway, uh, take the day off if you ndeed to, the weather’s pretty bad a’dd it’d just be walkthroughs today so... See you hEhDTSHh! -huh… see you tomborrow.”

Beep. 

He’d frozen in the doorway for a solid minute before closing the door and sitting down and staring at his phone. It wouldn’t be ethical to listen to the voicemail again. He should delete it, right? 

That was a question for another time. He turned off his phone for now, figuring he was focusing on the wrong thing, after all; Reigen wasn’t really the type to stay home when ill. There was one particular day when Serizawa and Mob individually and then together insisted that he needed to go home due to what was definitely food poisoning, and definitely not a manifestation of his “powers” upgrading, or a curse, or any other similar excuse he’d produced in the short-lived conversation. He’d worked through various injuries, complaining the entire time but nonetheless pushing to be as efficient as usual. From what Serizawa understood, self-preservation seemed to be something Reigen valued but rarely practiced.

Images of Reigen laid up with whatever illness was ailing him continued flashing through his mind like a montage. He had to imagine he wasn’t taking adequate care of himself. He was probably updating the Spirits and Such website for the umpteenth time this week, eyes glazed with sleep deprivation, back hunched over his computer, probably sneezing over the screen. The sound of Reigen’s sneezing from the voicemail echoed in his brain for a moment, before he banished the thought. 

He redialed Reigen’s number and only received the automated voice message. Though it was concerning that Reigen wasn’t picking up, Serizawa couldn’t help but feel a certain fondness at hearing his voice. It beeped and he quickly hung up, unwilling to leave a message when it wasn’t strictly necessary. He sent a text instead asking if he was okay, and if he needed anything, and waited an entire fifteen minutes in silence before he decided he needed to do something. 

Serizawa went to the drugstore. His basket quickly filled with the contents of the cold and flu aisle. He hesitated as he looked at the tissues on the shelf, feeling perverted as he recalled how red Reigen’s nose always got after the few sneezing fits he’d witnessed. 

Would lotion infused be better? He put a bulk pack of travel tissues in the basket. Then another thought occurred to him: it was possible he could be more sensitive to the scent if it was strong. He blushed and went to put them back. But then again, he could be wrong and it could be soothing on his skin. 

Ultra soft. 

Lotion infused. 

For sensitive noses. 

All of the words were beginning to blur together under the fluorescent lighting and he had to take a step back to admit to himself that he didn’t know what he was doing. Ultimately, he purchased four different varieties of tissues. Excessive, but this way if there were any issues with his choice, there would be a backup.

Then he repeated the process in the vitamin department. 

***

Serizawa tried valiantly to not second-guess himself the entire walk over to Reigen’s apartment. Ultimately he failed at that, but succeeded in physically getting there. He was just dropping off some care items, nothing more, nothing less. 

He rang the bell and waited. And waited. And then the door opened slowly.

Reigen looked horrible. He was almost unrecognizable even from the day prior. His complexion was pale, his eyes sunken in, his bangs darkened with perspiration and matted to his forehead, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. If it weren’t for the unnatural flush across his cheeks and the pink gradient from the lower half of his nose to his upper lip, he’d wonder if Reigen had seen something horrific rather than being ill. 

“Serizawa?” Reigen’s voice sounded dull and raspy, his hand immediately moving to run his fingers through his hair until he turned away to cough and clear his throat. “Hey, didn’t you get my—”

“Sorry for coming by unannounced!” His grip on the bag handle tightened as he realized he’d accidentally interrupted and he offered it forward. Lamely, he added, “I…got you some stuff.” 

“What’s all this? You didn’t have to—” When Reigen took the bag, he nearly dropped it from the unexpected weight. His face went from a sickly wan hue to red as he calibrated his stance and peeked inside the bag. “Oi, what’d you do, buy the whole store?” 

Serizawa felt his own face getting hot and rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess I got carried away.”

“Well, ah, let me compensate…heh-!” Reigen abruptly turned away from where Serizawa stood and ducked into his shoulder to sneeze. “HuhEUSChh’ew!” 

“Bless you,” Serizawa said quietly, like he was whispering. That had sounded painful, like it was scraping his throat more than doing anything productive. You could even hear the hoarse quality his voice had adopted in the sneeze.

“Sorry, ahem.” Reigen briefly braced himself on the door frame and pulled a crumpled up tissue from his pocket to wipe his nose with. He sniffled unproductively and faced Serizawa as he stabilized himself, mumbling something about the receipt, gesticulating with his free hand.

Inadvertently, this gave Serizawa’s brain a reprieve from its short circuiting. “Please, you should be lying down, not worrying about this.”

“Oh, I’m finde, it sounds worse than it is.”

“Reigen, you’re shaking,” he pointed out. 

This also went ignored.

“My wallet is—” Reigen took a misstep and nearly toppled forward but Serizawa instinctively grabbed his arm and had his powers stop the bag from hitting the ground. “Wow, sorry. I’m good.”

“Please, let me help.”

“Wha—? Oh, that’s ndot necessary.’ Reigen’s protest started but faded out to a sputtering coughing fit he directed into the tissue in his grasp as Serizawa guided him over to his bed. A low budget film played in the background. 

“Oh, hey, uh…” Reigen mumbled, grabbing the arm of the couch as if Serizawa was going to strong arm him into going to bed. 

“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in bed?”

Reigen gritted his teeth and let out a sigh that quickly turned into a sharp cough that audibly shook the congestion in his chest. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess.”

Serizawa nodded and looked away while Reigen made himself comfortable. The apartment was cluttered, but generally homey and to an extent reminded Serizawa of his hikikomori days. 

“Could you hand me my laptop?” Reigen asked, propping himself up against the wall with a few pillows as a buffer.

A quick glance over to the coffee table confirmed his earlier fears and more. The distinct colors of the website on the laptop’s screen were hard to miss. It was also present on the desktop, which had Serizawa wondering if he’d been utilizing a dual screen situation. There were a few cigarette butts left in the ashtray on the shelf next to the open pharmacy bag. Truth be told, though he’d noticed an ashtray at the office, he’d never seen Reigen smoke, nor had he ever smelled it on him. 

“I don’t think you should be working right now.” Serizawa shook his head and closed the laptop. 

Surprisingly, and concerningly, Reigen didn’t protest. He seemed to be lost in thought, eyes squinting like he was trying to remember something. That or…

“eiSCHhhew! Guhhh…” He sneezed into his sleeve, face resting in the crook of his arm for a few moments longer than necessary and mumbled, “Idt’s just a sindus infection.”

“Ah. I’ve heard smoking puts you at higher risk for that.”

“I’mb not!—” Reigen cut himself off with a sigh and another cough as Serizwa raised an eyebrow in disbelief. He lifted his head to give Serizawa a guilty look and adjusted his statement like a lawyer trying to get his client a lighter sentence, “Currently smoking. Today, that is.” 

Serizawa nodded. He knew firsthand how hard vices were to kick. They stared in each other’s direction, though not quite locking eyes. Rather than let the silence hang, Reigen sighed and changed the subject. 

“So, uh, what’d you get me?” Reigen picked up the bag and removed its contents item by item as if it were Christmas Day and he was opening presents. “Cough drops, decondgestandts—hey, exactly what I forgot I was out of actually, thank you. Is this OS-1?”

Serizawa nodded, and Reigen hummed before continuing exploring his haul. This was mortifying. He was just supposed to drop off the bag and leave, and yet, here he still was, hovering awkwardly in Reigen’s studio apartment. Here they both were, really. He tried to tune Reigen’s monologue out, but it was impossible.

“Tissues, more tissues—oh. Different varieties too, huh? Actually…” He held up one of the travel tissue packs with the pink packaging. “These ones make me sndeeze, but that wouldn’t be too bad since it’s the only thing that seems to get this crap out of my sinduses.”

Serizawa glanced around for any sort of distraction from the current topic Reigen was maintaining all on his own. Surely Reigen wasn’t implying that he was thinking about making himself sneeze. The B-movie wasn’t doing much to pull his attention, either. He’d never been big on TV shows.

“Oh, do you need that?” Serizawa asked abruptly, pointing at the pharmacy bag. 

Reigen waved his hand dismissively. “Not ‘til later.” 

Serizawa grabbed it anyway and moved it to the desk near his bed. 

“You have the day off,” Reigen said, his tone suddenly different than it was just moments ago. He gave a huff of a humorless laugh, “You didn’t have to go this far just because I’m your boss.”

Serizawa looked at him, noticing the forced smirk on his face, and for a moment wasn’t sure if it was out of self-deprecation or a form of rejection, but there was a certain vulnerability about the situation that led him to believe it was the former. “I know I didn’t have to.”

“I couldn’dt find the receipt. Is it not here?”

Serizawa frowned. “I don’t want to be reimbursed or anything,” he said in mild disbelief.

“But—”

“Please.” He figured he’d already dug this grave by following Reigen into his home and giving him an inappropriate amount of items, so he might as well try to be upfront. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 

Reigen went silent before coughing again. “Well…I’m sure you have other stuff to do other than, y’know catch my cold.”

“You gave me the day off.” Serizawa said, flushing. “Besides. I was around you all week.”

“...Right.”

Serizawa stood there for a few moments too long. He had nothing to add, figuring that if Reigen didn’t feel comfortable with him there, he should leave. “I shouldn’t have assumed you wanted company. I apologize.”

Serizawa took the silence as confirmation that he should leave, and began withdrawing towards the door in embarrassment.

“You ever play Ninja Khaiden?” Reigen asked. His expression was different again, lighthearted, but with a hint of vulnerability.

Serizawa blinked and turned around. “Yeah, I liked that one.”

“Well. I have two controllers.” 

“Really?” he asked, though it wasn’t out of any real doubt. Reigen wasn’t the type to mock someone for their interest or vice in such a cruel way.

Reigen opened a pack of tissues and nodded. “It’s in the cabinet under the TV. You’re player two, though.”

Serizawa set up the system easily and dusted off the controllers and did his best to ignore the sound of Reigen attempting to blow his nose. It was noisy, but wasn’t indicative of any progress in clearing his sinuses. It occurred to Serizawa that it’d been decades since he’d played a game with another person outside of online play, and he almost didn’t know how to react.  

“Wireless, huh?” Serizawa asked, handing Reigen the player one controller. 

“Of course. You know you can sit, right?” 

Serizawa looked between the bed and the couch, unsure of what he meant.  

“Wherever,” Reigen said with a slight smile that quickly crumpled as he raised a tissue. “HyESChh’iuh! Waihht…eHSHHue! God, I mean at your own risk, though.” 

“Bless you,” Serizawa said, more decisively than before and smoothed the comforter over before sitting next to him, their arms brushing in the process.

“Thanks. I’mb pretty damn good at this game, by the way.”

***

After about two hours of gaming and chatting, Reigen eventually admitted he was too tired to continue. When Serizawa returned home, he clicked on the voicemail and listened to it one more time in the bathroom—pretty shamefully, really, but considering how intense the day had gotten, he forgave himself—before deleting it. As he showered, the memories of Reigen genuinely smiling over something like a game, patting Serizawa’s arm in encouragement, and him hoarsely yelling at the screen played through his mind on repeat. 

[meinlieblingsmensch]

Ist es jetzt bei dir :)

Ich vermisse die Zeit als mein Lachen echt war...

-Joker-

[smolfangirl]

Nun kann ja jede*r zum Gendern eine eigene Meinung haben, aber heute hat's dann tatsächlich den Vogel abgeschossen bei mir.

Da habe ich für die Arbeit Literatur gesucht und bin auf ein Buch namens "Frauenpower. Mentale Stärke für Frauen" gestoßen. Sogar mal von ner Autorin geschrieben. Nett, ist ja nicht selbstverständlich. (Grüße an den Typen, der Frauen mithilfe eines "Arroganz-Prinzips" helfen will. Weiß drei Tage später immer noch nicht, ob ich das lesen will)

Aber dann. Letzter Satz im Vorwort. Der Einfachheit halber würde im Buch die männliche Schreibweise verwendet werden.

Hä?

In einem Buch, das sich so explizit an Frauen wendet, dass Frauen gleich zwei Mal im Titel erwähnt werden, nimmst du nur die männliche Form? Ob du den Arsch offen hast will ich wissen??

[opheliagreif]

https://www.tumblr.com/opheliagreif/763488699502772224/fragen-auf-eigene-gefahr-ich-bel%C3%A4stige-jeden-mit?source=share

Ich gehe die Gefahr ein und hätte gerne drei Funfacts zur Anatomie. Was dir beim schreiben besonders schwer oder leicht gefallen ist, was dich überrascht hat, sowas 😄

-Koenigssohn (Sam)

Hallöchen Sam! 🌻

Erstmal vielen lieben Dank dir fürs Fragen. Und alles klar!

*Knöchel knack*

*Ärmel hochkrempel*

*Brille aufsetz*

Los geht's. Ich pack es aber mal unter einen Cut, weil...lang, ne?

Drei Acht Funfacts

Der Titel "Anatomie einer Erpressung" war einer der schnellsten Titel, die ich jemals für eine meiner Geschichten gefunden habe. Ich krepel sonst immer herum und finde nichts (schlussendlich schon, auch gerne mit Nachhilfe, aber grundsätzlich...)

Die meisten Szenen, die ich damals vorgeschrieben habe, weil ich Bock auf die Szenen hatte, sind heute komplett geändert oder weggefallen. Trotzdem habe ich sie gerne geschrieben und noch aufbewahrt.

Zarah und Rahel gibt es wirklich. Sie heißen im wahren Leben anders, aber ich habe einen Heidenrespekt vor ihnen und möchte ihnen hiermit auch ein kleines "Denkmal" setzen.

Leo sollte eigentlich gar keinen Hund bekommen, aber irgendwie hat sich Herbert mit einem Mal hineingemogelt und ist da geblieben.

Das generelle Outline habe ich innerhalb von zwei Tagen gehabt. Umgeschmissen habe ich es mittlerweile zum drölften Mal. Ich nenne das fluides Schreiben. XD

Ich hatte kurz mal überlegt, die Anatomie als Blaupause für ein Buch zu nehmen und das zu veröffentlichen. Das hätte bedeutet, dass ich sie hätte löschen müssen und habe mich dagegen entschieden. Sie ist als Fanfic gut so und soll es auch bleiben.

Ganze 203 Mal kommt in der Geschichte eine Form von "grollen" vor, meist bei Leo. Auf meiner To-Do-Liste steht, dass ich es noch ändern muss, was ich auch werde. Nach Oktober.

Ich habe letztens ein Lied gehört und hatte eine spontane Idee zu einer Fortsetzung zur Anatomie dazu. Seitdem haue ich mir tatkräftig auf die Finger mit dem Hinweis, dass doch bitte erstmal diese Monstergeschichte zuende geschrieben werden sollte. Und dass es dann auch erstmal gut sein sollte.

Was mir besonders schwer gefallen ist

Den Break zu machen, bei dem Adams Verhalten Leo gegenüber einen Kehrtwende macht. Es hat irre viel Spaß gemacht, einen bösen Adam zu schreiben und die beiden in den Enemies to Lovers-Trope zu bringen. Da musste ich mich schon ein bisschen disziplinieren, Adam nicht noch böser sein zu lassen, sondern nach ca. 10 Kapiteln dann die Umkehr einzuläuten.

Gerade eben fällt es mir auch schwer zu begreifen, dass die Geschichte auch in weniger als zwanzig Kapiteln zu Ende sein wird (denke ich). Dadurch, dass sie mich jetzt schon zwei Jahre und vier Monate begleitet, ist es, als würde man eine wohl bekannte Person gehen lassen und das ist schon manchmal seltsam.

Schwer gefallen sind mir auch die Sexszenen zwischen den Beiden. Da habe ich mehrfach dran herum experimentiert, weil ich mit den Zwischenergebnissen nicht zufrieden war.

Der Umbruch zwischen dem Glücklich sein der Beiden und der jetzt passierten Katastrophe. Da gab es zu Anfang eine Logiklücke, weil ich eine Szene unbedingt drinbehalten wollte. Die konnte ich aber zunächst nicht logisch verknüpfen, bis mir dann die rettende Idee kam.

Die Szenen zwischen Roland und Adam zu schreiben. Die finde ich immer noch ganz schlimm.

Vincent und Adam R. zu schreiben. Da hat mich der Polizeiruf einfach viel zu früh meiner Inspirationsquelle beraubt. Ich hätte gerne mehr über die Beiden gesehen, um sie besser miteinander einschätzen zu können.

Was mir besonders leicht gefallen ist

Adam als böse zu schreiben. Goooosh. Ich liebe einen bösen Adam. Ich liebe es, wenn unter der dunklen Schale ein doch guter Kern steckt. Simples Rezept, aber ich bin eine einfache Frau und damit hat es das ziemlich leicht gemacht zu schreiben.

Was mir auch leicht gefallen ist, ist die Beziehung der Beiden ins Gute zu verkehren. Das hat Stück für Stück mehr Spaß gemacht, weil sie sich noch herrlich abgestoßen haben, aber schon zueinander gefunden haben.

Ebenfalls fällt es mir leicht, aus der quälenden Seele Adam eine gequälte Seele zu machen und dessen Hintergründe Stück für Stück offen zu legen. Das hat aber auch Spaß gemacht.

Besonders leicht waren im Übrigen auch die Date-Szenen zwischen den Beiden bzw. den Dreien. Sie in diesen Kontext zu bringen und damit den Grundstein für eine gute Beziehung zu legen, war schon schnell(er) geschrieben.

Dinge aus dem Canon einzubauen. Das macht ohnehin viel Spaß, aber sie hier in einen anderen Kontext zu setzen, ist schon das Salz in der Suppe.

Was mich überrascht hat

Die Resonanz. Zum Einen ist mir schon klar, dass ein böser Adam auch andere Leute als mich reizt, aber dass es dennoch so viel Zuspruch gibt und das auch noch nach zwei Jahren ist bewundernswert und toll.

Ebenso hat es mich überrascht, dass es Lesende gibt, die sich die Geschichte gegenseitig vorlesen. Das finde ich großartig.

Was mich auch überrascht hat, ist die Zeit, die ich brauche, damit die Beiden zusammenkommen. Ganz am Anfang hat jemand angemerkt bzw. kritisiert, dass es zulange dauern würde - die Person wusste da noch nichts von den weiteren 40+ Kapiteln, die kommen würden. So Recht sie auch hatte, dass manches gestrafft hätte werden können, so sehr stehe ich aber dazu, dass es notwendig war, Adam und Leo den Raum und die Zeit zu geben, sich zu entwickeln, damit sie auch eine gute Verbindung haben, die gewisse Stürme übersteht.

Sowas (oder auch...und sonst?)

Ich liebe die Abkürzung AeE, was auch daran liegt, dass mir der Titel immer noch sehr gut gefällt und ich auf Wörter mit A stehe, dabei eine besondere Vorliebe für das Wort Anatomie habe.

Ich liebe die Geschichte und lese mir auch jetzt noch immer wieder die einzelnen Teile durch: zum Einen, um mir den einen oder anderen Informationsstand vor Augen zu rufen und Dinge nachzuschlagen, zum Anderen aber, weil ich viele Szenen darauf einfach gerne mag.

Ich infodumpe gerne auch in den Kommentaren - vermutlich gibt es deswegen auch Leute, die sich jeden einzelnen der Kommentare mit meinen Antworten dazu durchlesen.

In AeE geht Adam zum Jugendamt um sich Hilfe zu holen und wird danach von seinem Vater dafür bestraft. In "Kälte der Erde" erzählt er Manuela Baron, dass er sich an die Polizei gewandt hat um Hilfe zu bekommen und wurde danach von seinem Vater schlimm verprügelt. Die Ähnlichkeit hat mich sehr glücklich gemacht (macht sie heute noch).

Das Dokument ist mittlerweile so groß, dass Google Drive sich weigert es zu öffnen. Ich muss es daher immer herunterladen, wenn ich es von unterwegs bearbeiten will.

Ich habe über die Geschichte tolle Leute kennengelernt, die ich nicht mehr missen möchte.

So. Das war es erst einmal. 😁 Es sei denn, du stellst noch mehr Fragen, dann kann ich weiterschwafeln. Vielen Dank für dein Interesse. ❤️

[mystic-falls-poetry-by-janina]

Ich erwische mich manchmal noch dabei, wie ich ein- oder vielleicht auch zweimal noch an dich denke. Naja, was soll ich sonst machen? Es war einmal meine Lieblings Beschäftigung.. mir vorzustellen, wie unsere Zukunft aussehen könnte. Du jeden Morgen neben mir, abends zusammen an einem Tisch im Restaurant.. aber jetzt lebst du meine Pläne für uns mit ihr.. und du siehst dabei noch verdammt glücklich aus.

@mystic-falls-poetry-by-janina

[unfug-bilder]

Jede/r darf ja einen Text eigener Wahl über ein Bild legen.