🖋️Writer's block 🖋️ Iso x reader

5

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

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Once again you spent the entire day focused on your art, you could have sworn the tips of your fingers were overheating-but that was probably due to the laptop that was slightly overheating from being used for so many consecutive hours in a row. The book was already pretty much 3/4 done- and yet you felt like there was so much more you could write.

You figured it would be a series, unsure just how many you would be able to make, but considering it how the ideas were going right now, you figured you'd probably be able to make three books. Once again you weren't paying attention to the time, curtains closed and lights are on as always, there was a pile of empty energy drink cans stocking up on the desk- some being from a few days ago and some from today.

There was also quite a few snack wrappers starting to pile up in the trash bin beside you, some had fallen out but you couldn't care less. Once more you were too focused, sitting cross-legged on your chair, fingers flying over the keys as you read what you typed on a different monitor.

Your phone had been dead half this time, you haven't paid attention and you hadn't plugged it in. If anyone was trying to text you you didn't receive anything- which was a bit of a problem considering some people had been texting you. But once again, we have focused you were you didn't even know if you would even check your phone no matter how much it buzzed.

Once again what pulled you out of your work, making you cuss a bit this time, was a knock at your door. "Not now!" You called out a bit snappy, you were currently writing an intense scene, of course one of your famous erotic scenes. You were focused and you didn't want anyone breaking your line of thoughts. You got back to typing instantly, continuing with your descriptions as you always did.

Some time passed again- the chapter in which that scene had gone by finally written up, you just moved on with the story and continued typing. Once more just not paying attention-you got to interrupted once again with a knock on the door. It irritated you that it was the second time somebody had interrupted your bubble- and you just kind of snapped. "Who is it?" You asked a bit irritated- it was obvious that whoever was knocking was interrupting you.

The door simply opened, and Iso peaked inside your room. Your head snapped in the direction of the door opening- and he got a good look at you. You were wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, you had bags under your eyes and you looked a bit pale. And by the looks of it it was obvious that you had locked yourself in here and had been working on your book the entire time.

"You look exhausted-" he said softly, a bit surprised by your state. Sure, his initial plan was to come in here and be a little bit romantic, maybe try his luck-but after catching a glimpse at your state, he figured it was definitely not going to be the right move. You go on the other hand blinked a few times, looking around your desk and realizing just how much of a mess it had gotten. You let out a small sigh, not letting your grouchiness get to you.

You quickly just left a few notes on your Excel spreadsheet, saving up everything before shutting off your laptop-the poor thing obviously needed a break. "Sorry-... I just got really caught up with the book... I finally got an idea and I just couldn't stop-" you said softly, understanding that your previous home probably led him to think that you were pissed.

"Glad you finally got a good idea- but did you sleep at all? You look like you haven't had a proper night's rest or even a meal in a hot minute-" he said, walking into your dorm and up to you, one of his hands gently going up to your face, cupping your cheek. His hands were warm, and almost instantly you leaned into his touch, appreciating the warmth. You let out a small hum, momentarily forgetting he had asked you a question.