Im Starting To Remember Why I Left Writing Behind. Ive Written Around Five Different Versions Of Chapter

Im starting to remember why i left writing behind. I’ve written around five different versions of chapter four and NONE OF THEM ARE GOOD ENOUGH.

THIS IS NOT FAIR. WHY ME?

Whew.

Haven’t written anything but essays since my sophomore year in high school. I wanna get back into writing and don't know where to start.

I really, really wanna write a FemReader x Idol!Skz, but have zero idea on how to approach it because I haven't written any [Character] x [Reader] since my horrible Creepypasta phase in my freshman year of high school 😔.

MY FIRST YEAR IN COLLEGE ABSOLUTELY KICKED MY ASS AND MADE ME HATE WRITING ANYTHING BUT FANTASY, BUT IM READY TO GET BACK INTO WRITING OVERALL!!

Thinking about some meet-cute, a fic where Reader meets a member of skz not knowing it's a member of skz y’know? But the thing is, She absolutely LOVES skz. The member who she met drones on and on to his members about the cute girl they met and they get curious, so said member keeps going to the same place in hopes of seeing her, and once they do, they don’t hesitate to ask for her number.

I’ll try to go into more detail once I have a full plot figured out, but where should they meet, and how?

(I don't know what I'm yapping about, it’s exciting to finally let my ideas out😔)

〉〉 ☆☆M.List☆☆

Little message: I do not, write smut(thinking about it, maybe in the future) or a/b/o (will never.), the closest thing to smut you'll get here is something slightly suggestive here and there.

Personal Hashtags: #jramblesaboutsoap

Ideas:

- OT8 x Reader: Meet cute (Idol AU)

- OT8 x Reader: Fancall (Idol AU)

How I feel like SKZ would reveal your relationship (Idol AU)

-Bangchan

-Lee Know

-Changbin

-Hyunjin

-Jisung

-Felix

-Seungmin

-I.N

Requesting rules!

Fics :

- Stray Love ~ M.List

- Accidentally Coincidental ~ M.List

Requests!!

Just a little thing, you can ask questions now! Feel free to send in drabble/headcannon requests from these fandoms:

I haven't written any yet, but feel free to request GN reader, Male reader, and (obviously) Female reader!

Stray Kids : members I write for⬇️

OT8

Ateez : members I write for⬇️

OT8

Enhypen : members I write for⬇️

OT7

and more will be added soon!

Rules are: no smut, and none of these heavy topics (SA, SH, or ED's as these can be triggering)

Stray Love

~ The Encounter ~

Chapter #1

〉〉 Next Chapter

Warnings~ Fem Reader (not specified in this chapter), mentions of food, too much staring shared between Hyunjin and the reader, this takes place in a coffee shop.

This is short, all chapters will be short, and the story will overall be short. I'm trying to get used to writing again.

Proofread by @hereforthedrinkss

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It's just a regular day, you going about your routine when suddenly a tall figure stands in line in front of you. They are dressed in a casual outfit, complete with a mask covering their lower face and a cap pulled low over their eyes, concealing their features from view. Despite the disguise, there was an air of mystery and intrigue surrounding them, one that captured your attention instantly.

"What can I get you for today, sir?" You begin to speak, a courteous smile plastered on your face.

The man's voice was soft and slightly shaky as he gave his order, "An Iced Americano, please." He averted his gaze, avoiding eye contact. You couldn't help but notice the slight tremble in his hands as he fidgeted nervously, his movements betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath the mask, “Classic” you say, smiling at him.

With practiced ease, you set about preparing his order, selecting the finest beans for his coffee and the most delectable pastry to accompany it. As you place the tray on the counter, your eyes briefly meet before he reaches out to collect it. His fingers brush against yours for a moment.

Your body freezes in place temporarily, a jolt of electricity passing between you both. His expression remains unreadable behind the mask, though a flicker of realization and curiosity crosses his eyes. The moment of connection hangs in the air, charged with a mixture of unspoken feelings.

A warm smile graced your lips as you offered him the food and drink, silently reassuring him with your gesture. He reaches for the tray with trembling hands, his fingertips grazing against yours once more as he accepts the items. The moment hangs there, heavy with meaning and significance, neither of you speaking.

As your exchange ends, a sense of intrigue and wonder washes over you. You find your thoughts consumed by the enigmatic stranger, your heart racing, and your body tingling at the encounter. There was something about him and the way he carried himself that made your heart twist in an unfamiliar but exhilarating way.

You knew that you shouldn't let your imagination run wild, but you couldn't help but wonder about the man behind the mask. The enigma surrounding him had sparked your curiosity, and a thousand questions flooded your mind. Who was he? What was he hiding? And why did his touch send shivers down your spine?

Despite pushing the thoughts aside, you found yourself stealing glances at him from behind the counter as he settled into his seat. Watching as he slowly sipped his coffee, his gaze occasionally straying toward your direction before darting away just as fast.

You tried to focus on your work, but it was difficult to concentrate with the masked stranger so close by. You couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to him than meets the eye. You continued your routine, taking orders and serving drinks to other customers who gave you a wide array of looks and reactions.

Some were friendly and welcoming, admiring your efforts to adapt to the local area. Others were cold and reserved, their prejudices towards foreigners seeping through. But you chose to ignore it all, maintaining your signature warm smile and cheerfulness.

Despite the occasional rejection and unwarranted suspicion, you continued to spread positivity in your small way. You were determined to break down barriers and challenge preconceptions simply by being yourself, refusing to let the negativity dampen your spirits.

You knew that your job as a barista in a busy city like Seoul required a unique approach. Unlike some of your colleagues who kept a monotone voice and expressionless face, you went the extra mile to infuse each interaction with warmth and positivity. You understood the stress and fatigue that came with the demanding corporate lifestyle, and you sought to counteract it with a cheerful disposition.

As you served customers - tired office workers in their tailored suits and stern expressions - you made sure to greet each one with a friendly smile and an uplifting tone.

You couldn't help but glance over at the tall figure who had caught your attention earlier. He was now engrossed in his phone, fingers flying over the screen as he texted rapidly. However, what caught your attention wasn't his excessive phone use, but rather the familiarity of his hands. For a brief moment, you couldn't shake off the feeling that you had seen those hands before.

You shrugged it off, attributing the feeling to your imagination playing tricks on you. Shaking your head, you returned to your work.

After the tall figure, still deeply engrossed in his phone, leaves, you find yourself replaying the encounter in your mind. There was something about his hands, their tremors betraying an underlying tension, and the fleeting glances he had given you that lingered in your thoughts. As the day progresses, you go about your routine, serving customers and maintaining your cheerful demeanor. However, your mind keeps wandering back to the mysterious stranger with trembling hands.

Night falls slowly, and the buzz of the city gives way to a quieter atmosphere as the evening sets in.

You prepare to close up the coffee shop for the night, your body tired but your mind still buzzing with thoughts. You clean up the counter and put away the last of the supplies, making sure everything is for the next day. As you lock up, you take a deep breath and step out into the cool night air.

The walk home is quiet, and the streets are mostly empty except for a few late-night stragglers and the occasional taxi driving by. As you stroll along, your mind drifts back to the events of the day, replaying the encounter with the intriguing stranger in your memory.

You couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to him than what met the eye. His trembling hands and hesitant demeanor contradicted the air of mystery that surrounded him.

You thought about the moment when his fingers had brushed yours as he took the tray, the brief yet electric contact replaying in your mind like a movie scene. There was something about him that had made your heart flutter, a magnetic pull that you couldn't quite explain.

You couldn't help but wonder what his story was, who he was behind the mask, and the nervous ticks. As you walked down the empty streets, the city lights casting soft shadows around you, a sudden gust of wind whispered a chilling reminder that the mystery of the day would remain unresolved.

And with a final glance into the night, you continued on your path, the memories of the stranger's trembling hands and fleeting glance etched in your mind. The walk home was silent except for the sound of your footsteps echoing faintly in the quiet night air.

You reached your home, your body craving the comfort of your bed. As you settled in for the night, your mind kept replaying the events of the day, especially the interactions with the enigmatic stranger. The questions about his identity and the peculiar mix of vulnerability and mystery he exuded lingered in your thoughts like a persistent melody.

Despite your best efforts to push the thoughts aside and drift off to sleep, you found yourself plagued by images of the tall figure, his shaky hands, and the curious glances he had given you. The unanswered questions and the intrigue of his presence left you tossing and turning in bed.

As the hours passed, sleep continued to elude you. You checked your phone for the time, only to find that it was well past midnight. With a sigh, you resigned yourself to the fact that you would not be getting much rest that night.

Morning dawned sooner than you would have liked, and with a groan, you forced yourself out of bed to start your daily routine. You quickly prepared for class, your mind still fixated on the events of the previous day at the coffee shop.

As the day passed, you found yourself gradually becoming immersed in your classes. The hustle and bustle of campus life helped to distract you from the thoughts that had consumed your mind the previous night. The mysterious stranger from the coffee shop slowly faded into the background of your mind as you concentrated on your studies.

As you clocked in for your shift at the coffee shop later that day, your mind was fully focused on work. You approached the counter and began your routine, greeting customers with a warm smile. But then, from the corner of your eye, you noticed a familiar figure walking in. It was the tall, mysterious guy from the day before.

“Same as yesterday?” you ask, an eyebrow raised in question.

The tall, masked stranger looked at you, a flicker of surprise in his eyes before he nodded. "Same as yesterday," he replied in a soft voice.

You nodded in understanding and set about preparing his order. His voice seemed extra familiar for some reason.

You glanced over at him once again, the sense of familiarity rushing to you, you have an idea of who he is, you didn’t want to assume.

DID YOU GUYS SEE THE ‘ATE’ TRAILER??

SKZ IS SO CREATIVE I SWEAR.

Should I make a separate little post that shows what he was so busy typing away at on his phone? It would be like one of those text story thingies but I'm not that good at those 😔.

Guys when I went to Korea I was so scared bcs I thought the employees were being hostile towards me (expressionless faces, monotone voices) but no, they’re like that to everyone 😭😭.

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