I DID IT I DID IT I DID IT I DID IT!

I DID WHAT YOU ASK?!

I POSTED AN UPDATE!

Am I publishing this in class? Yes. Has class started just yet? No.

Let's just be proud of Avanni and the fact that she's produced an update with actual fan fiction in it, I know I am.

Anyway, on with the show.

"I can't do this," you lamented, punctuating each word by banging your head on the coffee table in front of you. You had a day off from lectures at university and for once, you were moderately on top of your workload. With a day in front of you that might as well have been a blank canvas, you decided to spend a good portion of it writing. Yes, you were a writer, though fan fiction was the only thing you were able to write with any measure of consistency.

When you'd started, you honestly didn't think your little book of one shots would go anywhere, and you figured that you'd probably end up taking it down after a couple of months. You never would have guessed that you'd end up with thousands of likes, views, comments and more requests than you could've ever even known what to do with. You absolutely adored each and every one of your readers, really you did. They were all so funny, kind and supportive, and even when you went off the grid for months at a time, they were nothing but encouraging and understanding.

That was part of the problem, really. If they'd been annoying little arseholes, you wouldn't feel guilty about the multiple hiatuses you regularly went on. Unfortunately, and thankfully, they very rarely if ever seemed to give you trouble for your lack of a regular updating schedule.

It was why you were so determined to produce something, why you'd set aside an entire day and dedicated it just to writing. If you were lucky, maybe you could write a few chapters and even get a few requests out of the way. It was the very least you could do for them, you amazing readers that deserved updates on a regular basis. If you had the ability to come out with new content for them each and every day, you would.

You really meant to keep to a regular schedule for them, you really did, but despite your best efforts, luck just wasn't on your side. Your teachers lacked the ability to communicate with one another, and some how you ended up with projects and assignments for almost every single one of your subjects, all at the same time. Then, on top of your work load, there was also several things going on in your personal life and the very simple fact that 2020 was, for lack of better phrasing: a complete and utter bitch.

Now, with an entire day ahead of you, you'd contracted a very severe case of the ever dreaded writer's block.

Even though you were sitting in one of your favourite places for writing, inspiration just wouldn't hit you. You were sitting cross legged on the rug in between the lounge and the coffee table in the small apartment you shared with your boyfriend. The words in your brain and the vague plot lines swimming in the recesses of your mind just wouldn't go neatly onto the blank document opened on your laptop in front of you. You felt like crying, really you did. Just as you had begun to seriously contemplate going back to bed and crawling between the covers until hunger forced you to arise once more, a gentle hand landed on your back.

Initially, you jumped, but there was only one other person in the apartment aside from you, and you relaxed instantly at his touch.

"You okay?" Your boyfriend asked in that smooth, gentle voice of his.

"Mphf." Came your unintelligible response. You raised your head and turned to fix him with your pitiful stare.

"That bad, huh?" He arched a brow, and you nodded, glad for his sympathy even though it might have been sarcastic. He sat down behind you in the space between your body and the lounge. His much longer legs stretched out on either side of your own and his strong arms wrapped around your waist before he pulled you back into his chest. You sighed, some of the tension leaving you in response to his close proximity and the familiarity of his comfortable embrace.

"What are you even doing?"

"Writing," you replied with a scowl aimed at your laptop. As if on cue, the screen dimmed due to your disuse and you resisted the childish urge to say something along the lines of 'damn right you should feel bad.' Instead, you snuggled further into your boyfriend's arms and let your screen go black.

"Ah," was Shu's only answer, though you fancied that you could hear the smile in his voice. His response might have been simple enough, but it was packed with a wealth of understanding. Shu Kurenai had been your boyfriend for several years now, since you were both in your second last year of high school, and by now he was no stranger to the woes that went hand in hand with your little hobby.

"I can't English my brain words." You huffed, not even half-arsed to try and articulate what you were thinking. He began to trace comforting circles on your waist through the fabric of your shirt, and once again you felt yourself sigh. It'd been like this for years now, and you still couldn't comprehend how Shu had the ability to make you feel so utterly relaxed no matter how stressed you were feeling.

"Do you have to write now?" He asked quietly, his chin resting on your shoulder, his words going directly into your ear. "Why not take a break and leave it until you can write again?"

"If I do that I'll just end up putting it off again and I'll never get anything done," you groaned, turning your head to give him the most pathetic expression you had within your arsenal. "It's been months since I last updated Shu and everyone's so chill about it, I feel awful."

"You'll come up with something," he reassured you, pressing a kiss against your neck that brought a smile to your lips. "You always do."

"Yeah, but still. I wanted to get something done for them today, I'm on top of all my studying, it feels like a waste to not try and get some writing done."

"Even if we spent that time developing our island on Animal Crossing?"

"Don't tempt me," you scowled, at him this time, though it only made Shu laugh.

"Come on," he attempted cajole you. "I could hook the switch up to the TV again. We finally got that KK Slider concert, and you've got all the Nook Miles saved up to get the permits for us to terraform the rivers and mountains."

"Nooooooo," you cried, wriggling away and twisting around in his hold to glare at him. "Don't do this to me, I need to write! I need to make literary gold!"

"But the island-"

"IT CAN WAIT!" You screeched, clamping your hand over his mouth before he could convince you to do something stupid, like actually listen to him. Shu's eyes grew mischievous and you knew what was coming, even before it happened. His tongue swiped against your hand and when you didn't move it away quickly enough, he nipped at your palm.

"Arsehole," you accused him, narrowing your eyes as you wiped your hand against his cheek.

"You love me," he smirked, not at all fazed by your frustration.

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes, refusing to help his ego grow even further.

"Then write love. Write and don't hold back, you've got this."

"Okay, yeah. I think I have an idea!" You exclaimed, spinning back around and moving your mouse so the screen would light back up again. You leant forward and began typing furiously, not caring as Shu peered over your shoulder to see what exactly you were writing. He was the only person you let get away with reading over your shoulder, no one else got that privilege. You heard a short bark of laughter and grinned to yourself as you began the introduction, knowing that it was your title that her found so amusing.

'Writer's Block'

"Told you you'd be right." He said modestly, kissing you on your cheek this time.

"You're an angel and I love you," you muttered, already in the zone as your fingers flew across the keyboard and letters appeared on the screen. Those letters formed words, which turned into sentences that quickly morphed into paragraphs. Writing really was wonderful, so long as you didn't have writer's block.

"I'll go an get lunch started, what do you want?"

"Surprise me," you told him absently, his chuckle already fading into the background as it hit your ears. You felt him stand and make his way into the kitchen. Cooking was Shu's thing, just like writing was your's, and it was with a sense of pride that you got your latest story onto the document.

An hour later and you had copied the entire update and pasted it into a new Wattpad chapter, making Shu watch as you clicked on the publish button and danced around the room with pure, unbridled glee. Every vote that came in made your heart burst, but you made yourself wait before replying to the comments so you didn't seem too eager. As the sky turned dark and Shu sat down beside you, handing you a controller, you couldn't help but smile and feel that, for a short period of time at least, all was good in your own little world.

So, what do you think?

Until next time fireflies!

~xx Avanni Cinders