I wrote a fanfic about jp x inner critic because no fandom is a real fandom unless there is at least one hurt/comfort fic with the two main male characters.

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It had been a wonderful start.

Jp had gotten up early, done a morning routine and felt ready to start writing something today.

His mind was buzzing with ideas for stories and couldn't wait to start writing it all down for his next best story ever!

Yet.. there he was.

Lying face first in his messy bed. Glow of the computer taunted him as the page remained empty.

He had been "working" on it for half of the day now, but had nothing to show for his progress. All his words felt disgusting and forced and bland, Most of all boring.

He had done his bed earlier today but ended up messing it up again once he decided that a nap would help him be more inspired.

That was four hours ago.

Jp's mind still felt like it was buzzing but the ideas now felt more like a mob of customers trying to get through a single door on a black friday. It was a weird kind of hell, being motivated and unmotivated at the same time. All Jp could do is lie in the bed he had made for himself and wish that this feeling would leave like a status effect in a legally distinct video game.

His thoughts came to a halt when his door was knocked. Jp could just groan into his pillow as his Inner critic walked into the room.

"Jp? I'm here to beta read that story you betted i could properly criticise."

Great. Like his day couldn't get worse, of course he also had to deal with this now. Jp and his other counterparts have made a habit of playing poker every friday night.

It was all fun and games, small silly bets and insignificant trinkets lost unlike in a real casino.

Jp had a good hand and betted against Inner critic that if he won Inner critic would have to praise his next story. In retaliation Inner critic smugly betted that if he won Jp would actually let him give him constructive criticism of his work and Jp had to improve it no matter what.. and now we're here.

His Inner critic standing inside the neat mess of his room. Almost as inconsistent as Jp's writing.

This is just what this day needed,

A snarky asshole to waltz into his brooding space and tell him how lazy and unprofessional he was.. which he knew thank you very much.

Wanting this encounter to be over soon as possible Jp just pointed his hand towards the computer and it's empty page, not even bothering to raise his head from his pillow.

Could he suffocate and black out if he just kept pressing his head harder into it?

Jp couldn't see what Inner critic did but he could hear the very familiar sigh of disapproval.

"So.. one of those days huh?"

He said, voice painfully sympathetic.

God, please smithe him now. Either one Jp doesn't care, anything to be out of this situation.

Jp couldn't bring himself to respond with anything other than a half-hearted shrug. The sound of footsteps and the door opening and closing made him a bit hopeful that he was finally left alone to brood more but was dissapointed as he heard the door reopen and close.

"Well. If you do not have a story for me to read then let's try this.."

his bed dipped as Inner critic took a seat. He heard a telltale sound of a pen clicking and paper being flicked. "What kind of a story are you planning to write?"

Jp was a little confused.

Normally he would have been very against sharing his awesome ideas and concepts incase some other author might steal it and make billions with it but this case was a little different because..

"i don't know."

He just muttered into his pillow but other man persisted.

"Well then, what kind of a story do you want to write?" "I dunno.. something like space related?" Jp raised his head slightly from the pillow to see his Inner critic writing and nodding. "That's a start." He stated with a relaxed smile. Jp thought a bit harder and spoke up again.

"Maybe something like cyberpunk in space or.. something?"

"Hmm.. that could be interesting. Tell me more" Did- Did Inner critic get replaced by an alien or did he suffer a concussion?

"Uhh.. maybe like a crime drama?" "Similar to fbi?" "Yeah but a little more space crime, you know?" Inner critic dutifully kept writing whenever he spoke. Jp couldn't see what he was writing from the position but he couldn't care at the moment. For the second time today he felt motivated to make something.

They kept going on like that.

Exchanging ideas and concepts, even getting so far as making the main character and his rival.

"Let me guess.. They are gonna need a love triangle right?" Inner critic asked even though he already knew the answer. "Of course! We need a hot reporter lady and-"

Jp went on as the other just listened to his thoughts with a tender look.

Eventually it turned to evening and evening turned to night. Before it was morning Inner critic decided that they had to pull the plug on this eventually. "Alright. I think we need to go to bed. You can work on this more tomorrow, you did good progress." The other stood up and left the notes on Jp's bedside table.

"Try to rest alright? And get some food you haven't eaten all day."

God he hated how nice Inner critic sometimes was. Who did he think he was caring for Jp's wellbeing. Curse him.

Soon Inner critic left and Jp was left into his dark room again. He properly sat up and decided to take a peek at the notes Inner critic had left him. Seems like he also forgot his trustworthy pen too. Jp slid it off the paper and began to read. A light smile grew on his face as he read how passionatly the other had been noting his ramblings down, even leaving the ideas that he was critical about.

Jp now had a solid map to start writing tomorrow! And it was all thanks to..

...

Tomorrow Jp knocked on Inner critic's door holding the white pen in his hand.

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The end! I wrote this on a whim in the middle of the night.

@terriblewritingadvice hey man you asked me to tag you on stuff so here you go. Enjoy a half baked fanfic with lowkey homosexual tension