scott sees any redhead and is immediately like: jean?
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scott sees any redhead and is immediately like: jean?

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When I write there's usually only like one thing on my mind. I can't plan ahead or the whole fic fucks up istg ? Like, even just a phrase works. A simple one that could be some shit like "I know. I know." And I can just fuck around to make it smut angst or comfort, choose a prompt then "oh heres a 400 word oneshot"
im not allowed to think ever again ☺✌
worthless.
that moment when you see they're online, and you don't know what to do. Well, it's not like they want to talk to you anyway, so why bother them? So why annoy them, why make their life more stressful than we already know it is, why make them talk to you only becuase you confront them? why make it so difficult, why make it harder on yourself? Then there's that moment where you've spent the whole break trying to forget everything, to forget them, and to try to move on with your life, and you've spent the whole time trying to convince yourself that it's for the best, and that it's better this way. And then you catch just the slightest glimpse of them. And everything comes crashing down. All your work, for nothing. Thoughts of them come flooding into your mind, and they become the one thought that runs through your mind. Their name is repeated over and over again, and memories of what once was ravage your conscious. Some of these memories make you smile, while others make you want to break down. Well, this sucks. Cheers.