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Ten types of fuckery that stop you from writing the thing:

1. Imposter syndrome

You think you're not good enough or everyone else is better than you and you're just winging it AKA ye olde imposter syndrome bullshit. Yeah nah you're fine. No really, you're exactly where you need to be right now, and you'll keep getting better and better so long as you don't stop. Chances are, if you're filled with doubt about your abilities it means you've actually improved to the point where you can really start to understand what makes good writing. It means you know where you wanna end up and goshdarn it you're gonna get there.

Read this: 4 tips to kick imposter syndrome in the face and also genitals

And also this: How to silence the inner critic

2. Fear of rejection and/or failure

Yeah, us too. It fuckin sucks. BUT. Not all rejections are equal. And rejection is a necessary part of the process. Sometimes it takes a rejection to realise that a story isn't ready. Sometimes a rejection is entirely subjective and has ZERO reflection on the quality of your work. But shying away from the very idea of possibly maybe hypothetically getting rejected is only going to hold you back from even trying. And knowing why you got rejected and how to learn from it is one of the most valuable writing skills.

Read this: The different types of rejection (and how to deal with 'em)

Then read this: How to cope with rejection

And also this: Writing lessons from Groundhog Day

3. Not enough planning / too much planning

Leaping into a new story with nothing but a glimmer of an idea is exciting as heck (and can sometimes be a great way to begin) but at some point you're gonna need some sort of outline or plan to keep you on track. HOWEVER. Planning your story to within an inch of its life can also sometimes be a hindrance - leaving you stuck in the hypothetical stage of the process where your story doesn't quite exist yet (and therefore avoiding the prospect of it sucking). The sweet spot is in the middle. Having just enough of a plan to know where tf you're going, but enough freedom and flexibility to let the story lead the way...

Read this: Planning vs pantsing

Then read this: Five plotting techniques

And also this: The perils of overplanning

4. Your WIP just isn't working

Sometimes things just fall flat. Sometimes you work on the same story for yeeeeears and then it just kinda... dies. Sometimes you have the best plans (see above) and the best intentions and things still don't work out. Sometimes it's just time to move on. And sometimes it's not! Sometimes a story can be revived, fixed or changed. Sometimes you just need time. Sometimes YOU'RE the one that's changed and this isn't the story you need to be writing right now. Many variables. Muchly personal. Read the things below for more advice cos this is a big question:

Read this: What to do when your WIP isn't working

And also this: Give it space - how to grow a story in your head

Or how about this? Editing 101

5. You keep deprioritising it

Ah the irony of writing being the thing you love/want to do most of all AND YET the thing you procrastinate over and avoid and shove to the very bottom of your to-do list all the freakin' time. Maybe it's the comodification of art destroying our freedom to create without pressure. Maybe it's late capitalism sucking up all our available time and energy. Maybe it's a lack of self-belief subconsciously telling us our 'little hobby' doesn't really matter. Maybe it's maybelline. Whatever it is, you have the power to reclaim and revalue your writing. To say, "I'm a fucking writer, goddamnit!" and mean it. To ringfence your creative time so nothing and nobody gets to interrupt it. To do that thing you love.

Read this: Prioritise your writing

Read this: How to write in 30 second bursts

6. Shiny Thing Syndrome

You know that feeling when you're just getting stuck into a writing project and then — SQUIRREL! — you get distracted by another, better, more shiny writing project? Or maybe you're deep in the editing phase and your current WIP just isn't feeling very shiny at all and pretty much ANYTHING seems more exciting? Or you simply can't decide which of the many squirrelly writing ideas to actually start? You, fine writerperson, may be suffering from Shiny Thing Syndrome (STS). But fear not! There are a few ways to combat it, depending on the cause, and most of them involve embracing the squirrel-brain and injecting a bit of fun into your writing, like so:

Read this: Shiny thing syndrome - a writer's malady

Aaaand read this: Get excited about your writing again

And also this: Write like a kid

7. Perfectionism/self-sabotage

Look. Writing is scary as shit. What if someone READS it? What if they don't like it? What if they see into your soul and gain a deeper understanding of you through your words? Writing your truth, being vulnerable, smearing your heart juice all over the page? No thank you. But also, that's where the good shit is, so actually yes please. Just make sure you smear responsibly. And rest assured, even the most 'successful' and experienced writers ALSO feel like this sometimes, so you're in good company. It's just part of the art, bruh.

Read this: Why writing is scary (and why that's a good thing)

Read this: Beginning a story - what stops us starting?

And also this: Get out of your own way

8. The dreaded blank page

Oh godddd the blank page. It should be an exciting palimseset of possibility but is somehow also the most terrifying thing known to humankind. You wanna write something but where to start? HOW to start? You type that first line and immediately delete it. You watch the cursor blinking at you—taunting you—until you just give up and shut your laptop again. It's probably tied up with a bunch of things we've already covered so far: perfectionism, imposter syndrome, fear of failure, maybe a lack of planning or faith in your story or whatever. But it doesn't have to be this way. A blank page IS exciting and full of possibility. We just have to get over ourselves and learn to embrace the unknown...

Read this: Don't fear the blank page

And also this: The moaning method

9. Not enough time/energy/motivation/gnuuuughh

Dude, same x 1000. But you don't have to get up at 5am, do hot yoga, drink a kale smoothie and write a thousand words before sunrise to be a Proper Writer. You don't even have to write every day. But what you can do is hack your writing brain and figure out when, where, how, and why you write most effectively. Then tweak your schedule, your habits, and your attitude to ensure you're making the most of your time. Productivity is a big ol' lie but finding the secret to getting in your own personal writing zone is actual MAGIC.

Read this: Maximise your writing time

And also this: Get in the writing zone

And also unto this: The Writers' HQ Guide to Productivity

10. You're just fucken stuck

Got the writing morbs? In need of some literary sudafed? Stuck as a pig in a poke? Writing is a whole puzzle of a process—and to be honest that's what makes it so fun and exciting and addictive, because your writing brain is hardwired to both create AND solve the wordy puzzles within your story. Sometimes the answer is time. Sometimes it's a second opinion or a fresh eye. Sometimes a totally different approach or just a hefty kick up the bum. But whatever the problem, there IS a solution. You just gotta keep going and trust that you'll find it...

Read this: Troubleshoot your writing - why are you stuck?

And also this: Break through the writing blockage

And also also this: Write yourself into a pit (and then dig your way out again)

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Alright, that's it for today. Now go write, you flithy animals.

-●●●- Pairing : NamjoonxAfab!reader ; YoongixAfab!reader; SeokjinxAfab!reader ; HoseokxAfab!reader

-●●●- Type : Serie

-●●●- Words : 2k

-●●●- Rating : Mature (+18) ; Product do not suit Minors as the subject engage in sexual intercourse and sensible subjects.

-●●●- Genre : Smut, Romance, Josei

-●●●- Warnings : Age difference (4 to 6 years); Culture differences; Here in particulary : no protection sexual intercourse ; mention of alcohol.

Masterlist - Ask

A/N : Yeah, I didn’t wait longer than part 2 for the sex scene as it’s gonna be important for something in part 3. Took me a while to write it bc of work, but here I am and giving you content on the first month of 2023. If you wonder about this year goal, check out the Season greetings post, and again happy new year everyone here ! hehe

⇽ Previous part

Living together with Namjoon was what your young self expected, at least the first steps were. You remember how you would spend the entire first weekend buying furniture together, going from Ikea to vintage furniture stores, making your entire place a mix of style. Looking around now, years later, you still have some of those furniture with you, especially the industrial ones from Ikea. You remember how you spent two hours choosing the material and the color of the bedsheets; all of this only to end with the gray silk ones, which Namjoon ended up liking a lot because it was the only thing he managed to never wash into a new color. Oh Lord, you still have those white turned pink Calvin Klein in your closet. Little by little over the months you added new things, like that deep brown with a fake wood effect bookcase that Namjoon had a long afternoon fight with. 

“ Just please explain to me how you’re still building it 4 hours after you started”, you said trying to hold your breath after finding him still on the floor hours after leaving him here to go and meet a friend. 

“It’s difficult, okay.” 

“As if Mister Big Brain, you got a whole entire guidebook from Ikea.” you finally let your laugh out.

And maybe that’s what he needed as he ended up finishing in less than 30 minutes, or maybe he finally looked at that damn guidebook. You remember joking about it all evening while starting to organize your now joined book collection and enjoying some beers and snacks. Little by little, over the first year of you living together the bookcase gained books and memories of both you; framed pictures here and there, a frame with your first museum dates tickets and fake flowers lego you built together one night. Your first year together was also full of firsts for you; the first time you threw a party, the first time you had to think about living expenses, the first time organizing a christmas dinner but also the first time of many nights where you let Namjoon show you how much he loved you. 

Namjoon was always very attentionate and direct with you; a normal day would always begin by waking up in his arms. As someone with a pretty bad sleep, you were always the first one to wake up and so you could appreciate his sleeping face as long as you wanted; nestled in his arm like a little cat, you had the perfect side view of his gorgeous and peaceful sleeping face. Even if the curtains of your shared bedroom were always hiding as much sun as possible, you could see his entire face every morning, a sight you thought at that time you would never miss for the rest of your life. It was quite naive but so was your love for each other, you guess now. 

“ I know I’m handsome, but I don’t think you have to check every morning.”, his eye cracked open to take a look at you; soon following by his flirty smile and cute dimples 

You let a small airy laugh out, “As if” was all you could say before Namjoon acted shocked by your sassiness and crushed you in his arms.

“ Stop, I’m dying right now, you gym rat.” , you immediately reached for his cheeks with one and squeezed them. 

Fooling around like often in the morning, laughing and teasing with a smile for a while before calming, it was one of those mornings. Once calm, Namjoon got you closer to his chest, gluing your back to his chest, intertwining your legs again and putting his head between your neck and shoulder. You could feel his warm breathing, making you slightly shudder; you felt like time was stopping for you both. Nothing broke the little bubble of calm until you felt his lips press a light kiss where your neck began. A few more followed the first one and in no time you could feel one of his hands travel under your tank top while the other stayed on your barely covered hip. The frequency of kisses intensified until he sank his teeth in your flesh while his hand finally reached your breast. You let a small moan escape between your lips; which created a smile on his smile in return. The littles moans that you began to let go off only encouraged him to go further and soon you could feel him grind into your ass. 

“Why are you always so cute in the morning, looking at me with your big doe eyes?”, he hummed, leaving a kiss behind your ear. “ You make me want to devour you.”

As soon as those words left his mouth you felt his lips pressed against your neck again, and then his teeth seeking into your flesh again; letting a surprised breathed moan escape your lips. His hand covering your hips started to follow the pattern of your pelvic bones, slowly brushing itself on your lower stomach before trespassing the only layer left between his tanned hand and your most intimate part. Namjoon as always placed your pleasure before his, slowly teasing you while murmuring sweet nothing into your ears. He also loved to remind you what an adorable little being you were, always pampering you with little kisses or slowly kissing your lips. Never did sex feel anything but like a slow and lovely dance. 

Suddenly Namjoon intensified the rhythm by pushing  one finger into you; followed a minute later by a second one. His grinds intensified and mimicked the rhythm he created with his finger. Sweet but teasing Namjoon, in bed as he was out of it. But clearly, just like he was pushing your limit with his fingers reaching deep inside every movement of his hand he made, his limits were also coming with how strong each of his thrusts into your ass were becoming and soon he eventually admitted it. 

“Fuck, I can’t take it anymore” , he admitted in you ear followed by a small groan. 

Next second, he took off his finger from inside you, leaving an empty feeling before he turned you on your back; overriding you to kiss you. You could feel his impatience in this kiss but  he felt yours too when your hands crib his black tank top. Detaching his lips from yours, you fixated your eyes on his hands slowly taking off his own top; followed immediately after by his gray sweatpants. As always no underwear for mister Kim; not that you really minded, pretty convenient in your eyes. Soon enough his hands returned on top of your body, caressing every inch of it and then opening your legs. 

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”, his question was followed by a gentle kiss on your lips. “ You should only feel pleasure from me.”

You laughed a little at his cringe sentence but before you could come back with something in return you felt his head at your entrance; making you slightly gasp for air. Not losing sight of his goal, he started to slowly enter you, your walls wrapping up around his dick and inviting him further in. Once fully inside you while you let a moan out, he let a deep groan come from his throat. His lips embarrassing you again, he waited for your hands to wrap themselves around his shoulders before slowly starting to thrust into you. 

“As shit, you’re always so tight… Love it.”

Slow deep thrust started to transform into even stronger thrust, letting a slapping sound englobe the room. The sound almost matches in intensity with both of your moans. When he felt your walls contract even more around him, his movements became much faster making you scream his name in pleasure, letting him give you a small puffed laugh.

“ Love this even more”, a smirk immediately forming on his face followed by a strong thrust making you moan in surprise. 

Your wall clenched even more around him while a hot feeling started to form in your lower belly, growing every thrust he made. Soon enough he felt it, how close your were, he knew it by now how fucked you already where at this point and already lost your speech capacity. The closer you got to your release, the more you felt like that fire took control of you and soon, in a matter of seconds maybe, you couldn’t tell, you came undone under him. The feeling of you coming took Namjoon towards his own edge and he followed you with a loud groan. Your breaths were the only left being heard in the room now, your bodies melting together. 

“ Guess I don’t need to hit the gym this morning” was the only thing that left his lips after a few more breaths. 

Immediately you laughed at his quirkiness, why did he always have to change the moon and make you laugh, as if your abs didn’t contract themselves enough during your loving session. But he was right, there was no way any of you would hit the gym this morning, not like it was in your own plans since your sunday mornings were more chill and only built around you watching Supernatural to look at Dean Winchester’s nice peach. 

“But you clearly need a shower.”

“How dare you say I smell ?”, outraged Namjoon let a very dramatic sigh out of his mouth. “I thought you liked how I smell.”

“Yeah when you smell like soap or put that cologne of yours, not when you smell like you runned 10 km.”, you said laughing in his neck before patting his shoulder. 

Understanding it was his signal to move, he slowly got out of you and left the bed. Soon enough he came back with a towel to clean you before taking you to the bathroom. While gone here first he got the bathtub ready for both you; warm water and bubbles as always. Sinking into the warmth of it with your back pressed against his chest, you let your body slowly calm down. Namjoon took the opportunity to massage the back of your neck, knowing the ever existing tension you got there for years. Soon little conversation flowed, talking about your lunch plan, neither of you truly wanting to cook so ordering take out was your best option. If you had to resume it now, you would say sex was always like this with him during the first year of your relationship, always sweet and followed by him taking care of you. Always like a fairy tale, a little flowery pinky world enveloping you both. 

At that time you were so naïve, thinking things would always be like that; that nothing would change at all between you both. You build a little world in that shared apartment of yours, you have your routine, your memories surrounding you, like nothing could actually interrupt it. How naïve of the sweet young you, barely an adult, mature but still unknowingly living in a teenager fantasy. You never thought you were like this at the time, but now at almost 25 years old; maybe slightly boozed by the beer in your hand on an almost empty stomach, you see it, how innocent you were and blinded by what you already knew was your first love.  Now you are laughing at yourself clearly for not seeing what was going to happen.

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・ GUIDE ・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

[s] as in smut/mature content

[a] as in angst/sensitive content

[j] as in josei/realistic content

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Series 

━✿ When You Loved Me (爱我的时候) BTS HYUNG LINE [s/j/a]

  Preview I  II

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Seasonal Project

━✿ Doux Souvenirs ( 부드러운 기억)    KIM SEOKJIN [j]

  I - II

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One Shot

As per Tumblr's New "Community Label" Update

Hello! I've seen other writers make a post about the new update, so I wanted to make one of mine to notify my readers.

As you may know, Tumblr is pushing a Community Label update in which users are allowed to filter the content they want to see. While this is highly beneficial for those who want to avoid seeing content they aren't fond of, this can make you stop seeing the smuts a lot of writers in this community create.

If you want to keep enjoying our smuts:

For Website:

Go to Dashboard Settings, and click the Show circle in the Community Labels section on Mature content. Do the same for Sexual themes. You can choose whether to tick the options of the other choices or not.

Image taken from @writerpeach <3

For Mobile:

Go to Account Settings, then choose Content you see.

Go to the Community Labels section and click the arrow beside Hide on Mature. Then, click Show for both Mature and Sexual themes. Again, it is your choice if you want to tick the Show button for the other choices.

Sehun - 230110 Esquire magazine, 2023 E issue

-●●●- Pairing : NamjoonxAfab!reader ; YoongixAfab!reader; SeokjinxAfab!reader ; HoseokxAfab!reader

-●●●- Type : Serie

-●●●- Words : 2k

-●●●- Rating : Mature (+18) ; Product do not suit Minors as the subject engage in sexual intercourse and sensible subjects.

-●●●- Genre : Smut, Romance, Josei

-●●●- Warnings : Age difference (4 to 6 years); Culture differences; Here in particulary : no protection sexual intercourse ; mention of alcohol.

Masterlist - Ask

A/N : Yeah, I didn’t wait longer than part 2 for the sex scene as it’s gonna be important for something in part 3. Took me a while to write it bc of work, but here I am and giving you content on the first month of 2023. If you wonder about this year goal, check out the Season greetings post, and again happy new year everyone here ! hehe

⇽ Previous part

Living together with Namjoon was what your young self expected, at least the first steps were. You remember how you would spend the entire first weekend buying furniture together, going from Ikea to vintage furniture stores, making your entire place a mix of style. Looking around now, years later, you still have some of those furniture with you, especially the industrial ones from Ikea. You remember how you spent two hours choosing the material and the color of the bedsheets; all of this only to end with the gray silk ones, which Namjoon ended up liking a lot because it was the only thing he managed to never wash into a new color. Oh Lord, you still have those white turned pink Calvin Klein in your closet. Little by little over the months you added new things, like that deep brown with a fake wood effect bookcase that Namjoon had a long afternoon fight with. 

“ Just please explain to me how you’re still building it 4 hours after you started”, you said trying to hold your breath after finding him still on the floor hours after leaving him here to go and meet a friend. 

“It’s difficult, okay.” 

“As if Mister Big Brain, you got a whole entire guidebook from Ikea.” you finally let your laugh out.

And maybe that’s what he needed as he ended up finishing in less than 30 minutes, or maybe he finally looked at that damn guidebook. You remember joking about it all evening while starting to organize your now joined book collection and enjoying some beers and snacks. Little by little, over the first year of you living together the bookcase gained books and memories of both you; framed pictures here and there, a frame with your first museum dates tickets and fake flowers lego you built together one night. Your first year together was also full of firsts for you; the first time you threw a party, the first time you had to think about living expenses, the first time organizing a christmas dinner but also the first time of many nights where you let Namjoon show you how much he loved you. 

Namjoon was always very attentionate and direct with you; a normal day would always begin by waking up in his arms. As someone with a pretty bad sleep, you were always the first one to wake up and so you could appreciate his sleeping face as long as you wanted; nestled in his arm like a little cat, you had the perfect side view of his gorgeous and peaceful sleeping face. Even if the curtains of your shared bedroom were always hiding as much sun as possible, you could see his entire face every morning, a sight you thought at that time you would never miss for the rest of your life. It was quite naive but so was your love for each other, you guess now. 

“ I know I’m handsome, but I don’t think you have to check every morning.”, his eye cracked open to take a look at you; soon following by his flirty smile and cute dimples 

You let a small airy laugh out, “As if” was all you could say before Namjoon acted shocked by your sassiness and crushed you in his arms.

“ Stop, I’m dying right now, you gym rat.” , you immediately reached for his cheeks with one and squeezed them. 

Fooling around like often in the morning, laughing and teasing with a smile for a while before calming, it was one of those mornings. Once calm, Namjoon got you closer to his chest, gluing your back to his chest, intertwining your legs again and putting his head between your neck and shoulder. You could feel his warm breathing, making you slightly shudder; you felt like time was stopping for you both. Nothing broke the little bubble of calm until you felt his lips press a light kiss where your neck began. A few more followed the first one and in no time you could feel one of his hands travel under your tank top while the other stayed on your barely covered hip. The frequency of kisses intensified until he sank his teeth in your flesh while his hand finally reached your breast. You let a small moan escape between your lips; which created a smile on his smile in return. The littles moans that you began to let go off only encouraged him to go further and soon you could feel him grind into your ass. 

“Why are you always so cute in the morning, looking at me with your big doe eyes?”, he hummed, leaving a kiss behind your ear. “ You make me want to devour you.”

As soon as those words left his mouth you felt his lips pressed against your neck again, and then his teeth seeking into your flesh again; letting a surprised breathed moan escape your lips. His hand covering your hips started to follow the pattern of your pelvic bones, slowly brushing itself on your lower stomach before trespassing the only layer left between his tanned hand and your most intimate part. Namjoon as always placed your pleasure before his, slowly teasing you while murmuring sweet nothing into your ears. He also loved to remind you what an adorable little being you were, always pampering you with little kisses or slowly kissing your lips. Never did sex feel anything but like a slow and lovely dance. 

Suddenly Namjoon intensified the rhythm by pushing  one finger into you; followed a minute later by a second one. His grinds intensified and mimicked the rhythm he created with his finger. Sweet but teasing Namjoon, in bed as he was out of it. But clearly, just like he was pushing your limit with his fingers reaching deep inside every movement of his hand he made, his limits were also coming with how strong each of his thrusts into your ass were becoming and soon he eventually admitted it. 

“Fuck, I can’t take it anymore” , he admitted in you ear followed by a small groan. 

Next second, he took off his finger from inside you, leaving an empty feeling before he turned you on your back; overriding you to kiss you. You could feel his impatience in this kiss but  he felt yours too when your hands crib his black tank top. Detaching his lips from yours, you fixated your eyes on his hands slowly taking off his own top; followed immediately after by his gray sweatpants. As always no underwear for mister Kim; not that you really minded, pretty convenient in your eyes. Soon enough his hands returned on top of your body, caressing every inch of it and then opening your legs. 

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”, his question was followed by a gentle kiss on your lips. “ You should only feel pleasure from me.”

You laughed a little at his cringe sentence but before you could come back with something in return you felt his head at your entrance; making you slightly gasp for air. Not losing sight of his goal, he started to slowly enter you, your walls wrapping up around his dick and inviting him further in. Once fully inside you while you let a moan out, he let a deep groan come from his throat. His lips embarrassing you again, he waited for your hands to wrap themselves around his shoulders before slowly starting to thrust into you. 

“As shit, you’re always so tight… Love it.”

Slow deep thrust started to transform into even stronger thrust, letting a slapping sound englobe the room. The sound almost matches in intensity with both of your moans. When he felt your walls contract even more around him, his movements became much faster making you scream his name in pleasure, letting him give you a small puffed laugh.

“ Love this even more”, a smirk immediately forming on his face followed by a strong thrust making you moan in surprise. 

Your wall clenched even more around him while a hot feeling started to form in your lower belly, growing every thrust he made. Soon enough he felt it, how close your were, he knew it by now how fucked you already where at this point and already lost your speech capacity. The closer you got to your release, the more you felt like that fire took control of you and soon, in a matter of seconds maybe, you couldn’t tell, you came undone under him. The feeling of you coming took Namjoon towards his own edge and he followed you with a loud groan. Your breaths were the only left being heard in the room now, your bodies melting together. 

“ Guess I don’t need to hit the gym this morning” was the only thing that left his lips after a few more breaths. 

Immediately you laughed at his quirkiness, why did he always have to change the moon and make you laugh, as if your abs didn’t contract themselves enough during your loving session. But he was right, there was no way any of you would hit the gym this morning, not like it was in your own plans since your sunday mornings were more chill and only built around you watching Supernatural to look at Dean Winchester’s nice peach. 

“But you clearly need a shower.”

“How dare you say I smell ?”, outraged Namjoon let a very dramatic sigh out of his mouth. “I thought you liked how I smell.”

“Yeah when you smell like soap or put that cologne of yours, not when you smell like you runned 10 km.”, you said laughing in his neck before patting his shoulder. 

Understanding it was his signal to move, he slowly got out of you and left the bed. Soon enough he came back with a towel to clean you before taking you to the bathroom. While gone here first he got the bathtub ready for both you; warm water and bubbles as always. Sinking into the warmth of it with your back pressed against his chest, you let your body slowly calm down. Namjoon took the opportunity to massage the back of your neck, knowing the ever existing tension you got there for years. Soon little conversation flowed, talking about your lunch plan, neither of you truly wanting to cook so ordering take out was your best option. If you had to resume it now, you would say sex was always like this with him during the first year of your relationship, always sweet and followed by him taking care of you. Always like a fairy tale, a little flowery pinky world enveloping you both. 

At that time you were so naïve, thinking things would always be like that; that nothing would change at all between you both. You build a little world in that shared apartment of yours, you have your routine, your memories surrounding you, like nothing could actually interrupt it. How naïve of the sweet young you, barely an adult, mature but still unknowingly living in a teenager fantasy. You never thought you were like this at the time, but now at almost 25 years old; maybe slightly boozed by the beer in your hand on an almost empty stomach, you see it, how innocent you were and blinded by what you already knew was your first love.  Now you are laughing at yourself clearly for not seeing what was going to happen.