Writers have two modes and they are "i haven't written in three weeks and i am rotting from the inside and everything feels wrong and i don't know who i am anymore" and "i wrote for four hours straight and forgot to eat and it's dark outside and when did that happen and i feel like a god" and there is nothing in between. no chill. no medium setting. just famine or feast and a very confused nervous system.
How to lower your inhibitions enough to be able to make freaky and experimental art without fear of judgment or misinterpretation no glue no borax no substance abuse
“why would he do that?” because this is my fic where I am in control of what I want to happen, how it happens, how the characters react. and also I made him ✨unwell✨
꒰ summary ꒱; throughout your years in blue university, you've never really had anyone peak your interest, nor have you peaked anyone elses. recently, however, you've had a certain mystery man take a liking to you.
꒰ content ꒱; !!stalkerish and obsessive behaviour, lots of crack. there are written parts to this, so make sure you aren't skipping any ! more info about this whole smau at the end ^^
the week after was a blur.
same old boring classes as usual, meeting up with your friends every once in a while.
you hadn't received any texts from mystery man either.
"she's so not into you. dude, stop texting like a middle-aged man and maybe they'd have some interest!"
"shut up. i text fine."
you were seated in the car with rin, the rest of the group gone into the store to buy snacks for a movie night you were about to have.
you and rin's bickering was cut short by a quiet 'ding' from your phone. both of you paused, the suspense escalating with every moment.
when you read the messages, your heart dropped to your ass. no, lower.
rin noticed the color practically draining from your face, leaning over to check out what it was on your screen.
the only sound audible was the soft hum of the idle engine. your gaze found his, desperate for a reminder you weren't alone right now.
"um, what the fuck?" you muttered, you and rin sharing equally stunned glances.
"don't reply," rin urged, making sure you wouldn't do anything stupid.
you'd barely had time to register what'd happened before the rest of the group came back, being rowdy as always.
the moment they got in the car, they noticed the unusual silence between you and rin.
"did something happen?" kunigami spoke up first, chuckling awkwardly.
without a word, you leaned over and showed him and the rest of them the text messages.
you earned a face of disgust from chigiri, an astounded "what the hell?" from isagi and just pure confusion from the rest.
"so he knows you're in the car right now, with someone."
"that means he can see you right now, then?"
you swore you felt goosebumps at the realisation, pushing down the uneasy feeling in your gut.
you pushed a door open, all of you taking turns peeking your heads out to see if there was anyone in sight (rin kinda just stayed seated.. he's there for emotional support.)
chigiri was last to inspect the surroundings, affirming there was really no one there. "the parking lot is empty."
"yeah, nobody seems to be around either," bachira added.
you sat back down, sighing to yourself, feeling yourself sink further into the seat at the realisation this wasn't going to be easy to ignore.
please lmk if i should continue this and make it a proper series! this is only a little example of what it would be about if it were to be made
p.s. said 'mystery man' isn't confirmed to be bunny, neither is it confirmed to be anyone, actually 😭 if you'd like, you could give me ideas on a possibility but i dooo have one person in mind, hehe.
i am strictly not trying to romanticize stalkers or anything similar, it is not acceptable whatsoever and this is purely fiction.
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