🖋️Writer's block 🖋️ Iso x reader

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Warnings; mentions of NSFW and vulgar language . This will be copy pasted on every chapter.

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You were absolutely bored out of your damn mind today. You had slowly started typing up your new book-small idea starting to form but nothing fully done yet. You were hoping that after writing a chapter or two something more concrete would come up- but the more you typed the less it came to you.

Currently your book only had four chapters, and the setting was nicely done but... You still didn't have a main idea on what to do with the story. The small idea was pretty simple- you have decided to write something in the lines of the protagonist being an assassin. You liked the idea- and you also figured you were in one of the best places to ask about if you had questions about anything.

And you wrote four chapters based on the notes you already had, and yet you just couldn't come up with an idea on what to do. The typical plots of "oh, I'm going to contract you to kill my partner" or "taking down a big organization" or even "taking down and even better assassin", they just felt overused and too typical. But you just couldn't come up with something better for the moment.

Instead, you just went back on a hiatus, like you've been on for the past month, just racking your brain and hoping that soon enough something would come up. And to make matters worse, for the next couple of days, your favorite agents; Iso, Jett, Phoenix, Gekko... All of them were out on missions at the moment, meaning you either have to socialize with other people or you would have to spend time alone trying to figure out some ideas.

You were pacing around your room at this point, your mind both rushing and somehow quiet at the same time. It was quiet on everything that you needed it to rush on, and rushing on every impertinent thought at the moment. As much as you wanted to amuse yourself and give into the thoughts on Iso - you were forcing yourself not to.

But it was especially hard when you were still wearing his hoodie- the same one he had practically forced over your head a few days ago. You hadn't worn it out much, and it's still very much smelled like him. So, you would just keep it in bed instead, using it as a sort of makeshift plushie. You felt a bit weird doing it sometimes, a bit like a teenager- but it's not like he was coming into your room while you were sleeping, or like he knew.

After letting out an exasperated sigh, you finally forced yourself to leave your dorm-you were obviously not going to be productive pacing around, and your mind was working against you at the moment no matter what you did. You finally open the door to your room and head down the hallway instead, hoping that maybe a bright idea would come to you.

You walked by the common room - and when you passed by you noticed that there was a lot of chatter and giggling going on. You decided to peek in and see what was going on, pushing open the door to the common room. There you saw Killjoy, Reyna and Neon chuckling, Neon being a little bit loud with her laughter, as if whatever was going on in my corner was absolutely hilarious.

"what's going on here?" You asked curiously, taking a few steps their way but not trying to go too fast to not invade the conversation immediately. You wanted to see first if you were welcome- and then you would incrust the conversation.

"Oh- KJ just sent spicy pictures to Raze while she's on a mission, and her reaction is just priceless." Neon said immediately, bursting in laughter once again. Killjoy had a slight blush on her cheeks, probably out of embarrassment that she got ratted out so fast, but she was still giggling along. Reyna gave Neon a scolding look, knowing that this type of conversation usually isn't supposed to be just yelled out-but she didn't speak up considering that it was Killjoy's matters.