Failed Attempts at Writing spy!Landon drabble
Fandom: THIS IS NOT FICTION
I drew Landon in an outfit that made me think of him as a spy and I really wanted to write, like, a snippet of Landon as a spy. It basically was like this:
Landon would be under the organization called FICTION (the system finds it funny) and have Isaiah as a partner (and Isaiah would be one of the best in the org, js). They'd be assigned to a mission concerning Sydney Morgan (which would be a girl in the story, just so I could have Landon call her Miss Morgan). I'm not sure what it's about yet. Either murders around Miss Morgan or precious information (or something similar to that) and they needed to...well, take care of the problem basically. There'd be an assassin involved too. Then they'd meet Miss Morgan some way and Landon would bump into Julian.
And then I thought of something even MORE awesome. Something that MUST BE DONE. (which you will see after the attempts, yes)
I tried doing this three times before I gave up. It was supposed to be a snippet and nothing more but it always started in a way that I KNOW it will end up being long and just... /very frustrated.
BTW, my attempts are very short, kay?
This is the sketch btw.
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Attempt 1: Since I started at the start, it would obviously take too long to cover the things I wanted IN the snippet.
“Good morning,” Landon purred.
Bobi sighed and, if she wasn’t so used to it, would have cringed at the crooning Landon seemed to adore doing.“Good morning,” she answered clipped. She barely stopped typing on the white computer and looked at him for a nanosecond. “Madame is waiting by her office.
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Attemp 2: I realized it was dragging so :/
Landon sighed as he was shoved, yet again, by a giddy fan, even if this time, the girl did apologize to him. He turned to Isaiah’s smiling face, just a little disturbed at the bright smile his dark companion still had on his face.
“I don’t even know why we’re doing this anymore,” he complained, becoming increasingly aware of the sweat that was gathering around his body because of all the body heat around him, and if Landon was one thing, he wasn’t sweaty.
He tsked as he heard someone mention that there were only thirty minutes left before Sydney Morgan arrived for the book signing, causing everyone within hearing range to turn into a frenzy. Isaiah, bless his soul, didn’t seem irritated at the least, only kept up the frightening gleeful face and helping a boy pick up a doll his sister (most likely) dropped. Sometimes, Landon forgot how cheery the Holloway was outside the walls of FICTION. He looked like an angel in his polo shirt, and Landon swore that his face was glowing.
He looked down at the choice of clothing he chose for that day and wondered how many mothers will berate him if he took off his button-down and left himself with only a tank top. While he would have loved gloating about his muscles (because he did have muscles; many people were aware of this, Bobi most of all (she was regretful to admit)), he wouldn’t appreciate being ushered out because of ‘public indecency’.
He sighed as he shuffled to try and get more comfortable in the crowd and he bumped into a little precious blonde thing. And by little and precious, he meant bouncy and like an annoyed kitten.
“He-hey!” tiny kitten hissed-except, not really hiss, more of fumed, but hiss goes better with his image so, yeah, whatever-and Landon recognized him as the Thirty Minutes More Guy, “watch where you’re going!”
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Attempt 3: Even from the start it was just really loooong
For being a people’s person and having the kind of charisma that attracted most girls and annoyed a number of guys, Landon had never really liked parties. Sweaty, too-hot bodies trying and failing to grind were not actually his thing and the overpowering smell of alcohol and sweat wasn’t very appealing either. He preferred to drink in a less rowdy location, a place where he wouldn’t have to wake up in the morning scared that he got STDs (he’d rather die with a bang and not because of sex he wouldn’t even be able to properly remember) or a place he’d have to pay for the damages he may or may not have done. While he wasn’t against being up and close with a stranger, he’d have one too many fights with the boyfriend of a
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AND THEN AT THE END OF THE 'SNIPPET'/DRABBLE, THERE'D BE THIS AWESOME ENDING:
Julian sighed as he finally got away from the crowd and leaned on a wall. He placed his head on the roughness behind him and breathed again. Everyone was too noisy, he couldn’t concentrate.
He stayed like that for maybe a minute or so. Just drinking in the silence. Fuck, being around Sydney Morgan was a lot of hard work, but he already knew that. Someone of a high status tended to attract this kind of attention.
He chuckled and shook his head. Enough of this humor lightness, Drees. Time to get to business. He straightened up and began walking back with an air of determination and excited anticipation. Time to meet the Sydney Morgan.
He began walking faster, just thinking of what will come. He turned and there, he caught sight of the glorious blonde hair. He couldn’t keep off the giddy smile from his face as he took another smile, much tamer and possibly less frenzied, right on the familiar face. It was already getting harder to reach the tall figure but it didn’t matter, as long as he got to his goal.
He put his hands into his pockets to feign nonchalance and he barely brushed the gun hidden inside his pants. Sydney Morgan, I would like you to meet your biggest fan.
He could already hear the delicious bang.
I drew Landon in an outfit that made me think of him as a spy and I really wanted to write, like, a snippet of Landon as a spy. It basically was like this:
Landon would be under the organization called FICTION (the system finds it funny) and have Isaiah as a partner (and Isaiah would be one of the best in the org, js). They'd be assigned to a mission concerning Sydney Morgan (which would be a girl in the story, just so I could have Landon call her Miss Morgan). I'm not sure what it's about yet. Either murders around Miss Morgan or precious information (or something similar to that) and they needed to...well, take care of the problem basically. There'd be an assassin involved too. Then they'd meet Miss Morgan some way and Landon would bump into Julian.
And then I thought of something even MORE awesome. Something that MUST BE DONE. (which you will see after the attempts, yes)
I tried doing this three times before I gave up. It was supposed to be a snippet and nothing more but it always started in a way that I KNOW it will end up being long and just... /very frustrated.
BTW, my attempts are very short, kay?
This is the sketch btw.
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Attempt 1: Since I started at the start, it would obviously take too long to cover the things I wanted IN the snippet.
“Good morning,” Landon purred.
Bobi sighed and, if she wasn’t so used to it, would have cringed at the crooning Landon seemed to adore doing.“Good morning,” she answered clipped. She barely stopped typing on the white computer and looked at him for a nanosecond. “Madame is waiting by her office.
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Attemp 2: I realized it was dragging so :/
Landon sighed as he was shoved, yet again, by a giddy fan, even if this time, the girl did apologize to him. He turned to Isaiah’s smiling face, just a little disturbed at the bright smile his dark companion still had on his face.
“I don’t even know why we’re doing this anymore,” he complained, becoming increasingly aware of the sweat that was gathering around his body because of all the body heat around him, and if Landon was one thing, he wasn’t sweaty.
He tsked as he heard someone mention that there were only thirty minutes left before Sydney Morgan arrived for the book signing, causing everyone within hearing range to turn into a frenzy. Isaiah, bless his soul, didn’t seem irritated at the least, only kept up the frightening gleeful face and helping a boy pick up a doll his sister (most likely) dropped. Sometimes, Landon forgot how cheery the Holloway was outside the walls of FICTION. He looked like an angel in his polo shirt, and Landon swore that his face was glowing.
He looked down at the choice of clothing he chose for that day and wondered how many mothers will berate him if he took off his button-down and left himself with only a tank top. While he would have loved gloating about his muscles (because he did have muscles; many people were aware of this, Bobi most of all (she was regretful to admit)), he wouldn’t appreciate being ushered out because of ‘public indecency’.
He sighed as he shuffled to try and get more comfortable in the crowd and he bumped into a little precious blonde thing. And by little and precious, he meant bouncy and like an annoyed kitten.
“He-hey!” tiny kitten hissed-except, not really hiss, more of fumed, but hiss goes better with his image so, yeah, whatever-and Landon recognized him as the Thirty Minutes More Guy, “watch where you’re going!”
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Attempt 3: Even from the start it was just really loooong
For being a people’s person and having the kind of charisma that attracted most girls and annoyed a number of guys, Landon had never really liked parties. Sweaty, too-hot bodies trying and failing to grind were not actually his thing and the overpowering smell of alcohol and sweat wasn’t very appealing either. He preferred to drink in a less rowdy location, a place where he wouldn’t have to wake up in the morning scared that he got STDs (he’d rather die with a bang and not because of sex he wouldn’t even be able to properly remember) or a place he’d have to pay for the damages he may or may not have done. While he wasn’t against being up and close with a stranger, he’d have one too many fights with the boyfriend of a
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AND THEN AT THE END OF THE 'SNIPPET'/DRABBLE, THERE'D BE THIS AWESOME ENDING:
Julian sighed as he finally got away from the crowd and leaned on a wall. He placed his head on the roughness behind him and breathed again. Everyone was too noisy, he couldn’t concentrate.
He stayed like that for maybe a minute or so. Just drinking in the silence. Fuck, being around Sydney Morgan was a lot of hard work, but he already knew that. Someone of a high status tended to attract this kind of attention.
He chuckled and shook his head. Enough of this humor lightness, Drees. Time to get to business. He straightened up and began walking back with an air of determination and excited anticipation. Time to meet the Sydney Morgan.
He began walking faster, just thinking of what will come. He turned and there, he caught sight of the glorious blonde hair. He couldn’t keep off the giddy smile from his face as he took another smile, much tamer and possibly less frenzied, right on the familiar face. It was already getting harder to reach the tall figure but it didn’t matter, as long as he got to his goal.
He put his hands into his pockets to feign nonchalance and he barely brushed the gun hidden inside his pants. Sydney Morgan, I would like you to meet your biggest fan.
He could already hear the delicious bang.