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RAAAAAH CHAPTER 2 PUBLISHED. Nobody, not even being summoned (even if it was through questionable means), can sTOP ME FROM WRITING!!

i'll post them itty bitties here, tomorrow, just gotta sleep and get a meeting ticked off of my schedule

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A moment of impulse leads to the fanfiction being published ✋😭 Literally hyping myself up to finish it because its 'published' and here's to hoping it helps lmao.

It's in Wattpad, under @verchieeeel still, with the title THE SILENCE YOU BRING | SUGAWARA K., with the preface and one chapter out. Will probably post excerpts here when I finish the next chapter. Title is tappable (is that even a word).

Story description???? Summary????? Below 🎉🎉🎉

𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗜 𝗞𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗜 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 imagined that someone else can break the carefully crafted routine she built. She knew it wasn't perfect, but it was just ridiculous how easily he fits into her woven pattern of days-like a loose thread pulled not to unravel, but to tie something new in place.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.

hq!! ff; collegeAU!; sugawara k. x oc

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EXCERPT FROM CH 01

In hindsight, maybe goading Emiko was the wrong way to make her shut up about the pretty vending machine guy. If anything, it only gave her more ideas.

It's been two days since I last talked to the gray-haired angel, and I thought that, maybe, giving her the answers she's been pestering me for would make her give up. And for some time, it did work.

'But I answered her last question wrongly, and now it has come to bite me in the ass.'

Emiko—sweet, sweet Emiko—asked about what I thought of the guy. In my defense, I might as well be dead on my feet so I said:

"He's pretty." I mumbled. "With a pretty calming voice as well."

She froze when she heard my answer. Then she grinned—slowly, widely, dangerously—like a cat who found her new favorite toy for the month.

"... Pretty, eh?"

And just like that, my peace was gone.

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deadass just gonna go wild with this one and regret staying up late later.

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me planning to write a mystery crime novel: *has the docs and google open*

my brain: nuh-uh, go back to your haikyuu phase and write something about that instead

now i have a new wattpad account, and the unnecessary drive to write instead of do things i need to do

*sobs*

i'll just spam excerpts here until my brain is sick of it

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Honestly didn't know why I started streaming but here I am with all my social batteries to the grave.

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JUST A PHASE

SHORT PROSE | What do you do when the person you value the most says things that tear you apart, but holds your hand like they mean every whisper they make?

tw: emotional manipulation, gaslighting, toxic relationship dynamic(s), psychological abuse, internalized blame.

word count: 340 words

It was one thing to be ignored, and another to be torn apart.

Oh, but perhaps it was the same? I could only ponder uselessly as word after word from the person whom I thought I could trust during my moment of vulnerability stabbed deep within my heart. Try as I might, I cannot simply ignore their words nor do I drone them out. They are my most precious person. They are there on my highs and lows, perhaps, with a bit of a dismissive attitude. But who wouldn't be dismissive whenever I tend to focus on myself more?

It was just a... phase. Yes. This is just a phase of theirs whenever I become too much.

Everyone else has them, don't they? People have their bad days, where they ignore or lash out to other people. Things like that do happen, that I know. It just so happened that theirs was a near daily occurrence, and I'm mostly at fault, anyway.

I was not pretty, not social, and most certainly not charming. No, no. I was not any of those. Rather, I was seemingly standoffish, awkward, and self-absorbed. Some of my acquaintances may beg to differ, going as far as pointing out things that made me pretty, funny, or how I can light up the whole room with my laugh—they must be lying. My most precious person tells me sometimes that it was better for me to not be there at all because I ruin the atmosphere with my awkwardness and lack of social grace.

And when everything dies down, when only the two of us are left, they will hold my hand and stare at me with their radiant eyes with something I can't quite name.

"Trust me, I know you best," they'd murmur as they traced patterns on the back of my hand. "Believe me. Nobody cares about you more than I do. You know that, don't you?"

And I find myself nodding at their words, despite the fact that something within me seemed to crumble.

a/n: hi ! pls dont believe that u r not precious. no matter what anyone says, u are ! if they say otherwise, then i'll always be that one rando at ur side throwing hands at them.

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low-key new here and I'm wondering if people still read mystery crime fics 😔