#and i can’t wait to read any future works of yours 💗

[voyter]

hi hello hi!!! i found your account just recently (through the amazing work you did for my baby girlygguk) and wowwww i’m so glad i did keke… first of all, it’s just so pleasing to the eyes!!! i envy your attentive eye for beauty and just the ability to make everything match in such a perfect way 😭😭 your aesthetic is chef’s kiss truly! andddd i just started getting into reading your fics and Omg… matchpoint is my first impression of you and mind you my thinking cells are already hanging a portrait of you in the Fixations Department…. I LOVED IT!!! i watched challengers four times (no kidding) and it’s definitely one of the movies i enjoyed the most… seeing it tuned into a jk fic is so 😫🙏🏼🙏🏼 and i loved the fact that he was art (he’s my fave)!!!! i also caught alllll the details you included from the movie (my fave one was “break a leg” but i genuinely hope nothing happens to oc LMAOOO) and i appreciated how even if it reflected scenes from it you also added your own and made your own little subworld in the challengers universe… myyyy biggest congratulations, can’t wait for part two!!! in the meantime i’ll read your other works 👩🏻‍💻

WAHHHH (>_<) you are the SWEETEST 😭😭😭😭 !!! can i just say first i was literally so happy that you followed me, ive came across your grande series so many times but never had the chance to actually read it (I WILL SOON TRUST) (also a huge ari fan here myself). but omg @girlygguk out here making future friendships HELLOOOOO !!!! me and my homies love lyssa <3

the way you described my designs OHHHH i could kiss you right now UR THE KINDEST MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON EVER WHATTTTTATATTTT. THANK YOU THANK YOU HONEY 🥹🥹🥹🥹 you reading matchpoint is actually so surprising to me because that fic did NOT do its big thing 😔😔😔 so i cant believe youre reading it, that means so much 😭😭😭💗💗 also ANOTHER CHALLENGERS FAN ??? i love that movie so much and i love art as well i HAD to make jk him !! as for oc .. i cannot make any promises there babe 😬😬😬😬

ahhh i think i might be in love with you. thank you for this lovie !! you made my day, WEEK EVEN. will get to matchpoint part two very very soon JUST FOR YOU !!

[iu-jjang]

[FANCAFE] 23.09.18 IU replies to uaena’s comments on her fancafe (Part 2)

IU replying to herself:

I should leave this here!! (insert selca from Woori Bank Festival)

Uaena: I saved a lot of Jieun unnie photos today, so my memory is full now ㅠㅠ I should delete a few photos. Should I delete my photos or Jieun unnie’s photos? 🙄

IU: Please delete my photos. New photos will come soon.

Uaena: As 15 years have passed, it’s like the time of being an old fans is being forgotten. It feels weird. But that also means how amazing the present IU is now. Congratulations for your 15th year. ^^

IU: No way … Reuters-nim (*uaena’s nickname on fancafe) is a legend..

Uaena: Do you think chocolate conch bread is a savory bread? These days I live my live enjoying this chocolate conch read. Sorry my blood vessels..

IU: Chocolate conch bread can’t be considered as savory bread at any standard. It’s a sweet bread.

Uaena: It’s less than a week now. Please say something to Uaena who are waiting for the fan concert!!!

IU: You can’t like fan concert better than concert!!

Uaena: Is there any tips for sleeping well regularly?

IU: Stay awake and don’t sleep for 3 days..?

Uaena: Unnie!! Did you sleep well? I’m going to work now. Since today is our day, although you are busy, I hope you become the happiest person today🫶

IU: Fighting for today!!!!!🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥❤️

Uaena: Unnie, I love you🥲🩵 Have you had your breakfast? Please have a good day today🩵

IU: I ate Gimbab* .. but it’s a carrot kimbab without ham.. Wow, it crossed the line..

(TL note: a Korean dish made from cooked rice, vegetables, fish, and meat rolled in gim—dried sheets of seaweed—and served in bite-sized slices)

Uaena: Jieun Unnie!! Did you have your breakfast? Please recommend a lunch menu for today!!! Fighting for today 🫶💗

IU: Kimchi fried rice!!! With a fried egg on it 😝😝

Uaena: We are uaena couple who will get married next month. Thank you for congratulating us during Dream stage greeting the last time! Thank you for being friends of Uaena for 15 years! Please get along well in the future too🙋

IU: Congratulations congrats congrats❤️❤️❤️❤️ How about using “You & I” as your wedding march postlude when both of you walking down the aisle? Kekeke bbambbabababbam~~ bbabba~~~ (*imitating the instruments of You & I)

Uaena: Are you going on a world tour this year?🐥 (*written in English)

IU: No this year but, YES TOUR (*written in English)

Uaena: Unnie how can you be so playful, funny and cute??😚 Are you practicing at home??

IU: There’s a separate schedules for practicing being playful and funny 🥴😘

Uaena: Jieun unnie! Do you always have your breakfast??

IU: Yes! I must have my breakfast!

Uaena: Unnie, you said not to be roasted by the sun,,,,, but I was totally roasted yesterday. How do you take care of your skin when you get sunburnt?

IU: Just apply lots of moisturising cream and then wait until winter 🥲………

Uaena: How is the weather like where unnie is at today!?!? Isn’t it hot..? 🥺🥺🥺🥺⭐️🍀

IU: The sun keeps appearing and disappearing🥲 Stay still!!ㅠㅠ

Uaena: Unnie, I bought the book ‘The Brothers Karamozov’ intending to read it, but starting from their names, it’s very difficult and I’m finding it hard to immerse myself in it.. Do you have a method to read it more easily?

IU: Only the names of the characters in Karamozov are difficult, the content is really interesting.

Uaena: I’m curious whether unnie has eaten tanghulu!!!!! (TL note: Northern Chinese snack of rock sugar-coated fruits) If you have, do you like it?

IU: When I was touring a few years ago, I had it in.. was it Taiwan? at a night market. It’s become a trend here lately, but I haven’t had it yet! It’s been such a long time since I had it that I can’t remember..🥲

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Translated by IUteamstarcandy with love

[cyaino]

Omg I pulled an all nighter reading your fic, it’s SO good!? I remember reading through the first chapter thinking how amazingly floored I was, then I was completely sucked in entirely. Oh the comforts of my bed, a day off from work/school, enjoying an amazing Star Wars fic is the best way to re-energize.

I love love this fic so so much: How you fleshed out different characters that I could tell apart their traits for who they are—you giving each character their own spot light to shine and balancing out their interactions with other characters—it makes the world feel more lived in and lively: Obiwan being a sweetheart, Ahsoka being her silly self, even making more OCs up with Emma!!!, etc., how there’s actual support for/from other women characters (makes me so sad whenever anakin fics paint Padmé as just an obstacle), the writing style is such a wonderful mix of gorgeous, serious tone settings and also humor (I can’t count how many times I giggled and kicked my feet with what transpired), and I just LOVE the first few chapters so much with the plot of language barrier. I think it’s such a compelling story arc where the characterization is only through physical movements and tone; forced to be in the same helpless state as the Reader being confused about the newness of it all—the misunderstandings, the desperation finding different methods to communicate, body language/facial expressions. SO SO GOOD!!! AND YOU STILL PORTRAYED THEM SO WELL!!!

The plot is so interesting too with how much mystery shrouds—I came up already with so many theories of why things are happening/how they’ll end (really hyping myself up for Anakin/Padmé/Reader endgame); I won’t add it though cause this ask is already so long/don’t wanna accidentally spoil newcomers T_T but I love when fics work out storylines in a multidimensional way with it’s varying complexities of “what is going on…”

Chpt 12 was so beautiful too with how you described the setting of the foliage and lighting, ooooh I am living within your fic!!

I can’t wait to see more of your future chapters and where you’ll lead the story—I’m so so excited (for more horrors Reader will face LMAO) 💗

Btw! Do you have any fav Star Wars x Reader fic recs (LOL recs autocorrected to Rex’s)

AAAAAA omg i had to read this like four times cos i kept getting flustered, thank you for such lovely long messages <3 I always come back to these when I'm feeling lost while writing

It's hard to talk about without spoiling because I have so much planned out already, but it's so cool to see reactions as things develop. i need to write faster so I can babble about things that haven't been revealed yet

I'm particularly excited to develop the love triangle (more of a web tbh) and see people's reactions.

I'm so happy that the mystery is coming across too! It's so hard to balance the right amount of clues without being too vague or too forward ;; This is my first multi chapter fic, so I'm learning as I go, but it's been a lot of fun :D

Unfortunately I haven't been in the fandom very long, so I don't have any recs but i'll try to post about them when I do !

Again thank youu, sorry I take forever to respond, I'm a busy-adhd-bee but i appreciate it so much <3

[roosterforme]

can i just say. i have been unhealthily and obsessively binging your entire bxbg series and i dont think ive ever been this captivated and invested in any piece of writing i’ve ever read. like holy GOD you’ve ruined all men, irl and fictional, for me with this universe. your attention to detail and skill for character work is phenomenal. please never stop what you’re doing, and i can’t wait to support your future works as well 💗

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW OMG!!! I love getting lost in the B&BG story, and I'm so happy that you do too! Sending you a little hug!

[aziraphalesbookkeeper]

Hnnnng 🗣❔💗

Ayoo ty for this!! heck yeah let's discuss WIPs

🗣️Talk about your favourite WIP

So against my will, the People of Tumblr have strongarmed me into writing a team awesome last of us au. I've been losing my shit about it for days because---it just. works so well??? I've had the idea for a team awesome zombie apocalypse au for about a year (btw go read @littlemisslol-fic's incredible Alone We Have No Future to scratch a similar itch) but seeing the found family slow burn of tlou play out in the HBO show has me in the THROES of team awesome feels. (In particular, the winter chapter because my god Ellie vs David is the perfect parallel to Varian vs Andrew, like come ON--)

I also just have a Need to give Eugene a shotgun don't look at me

❔Choose a random WIP and talk about it.

You know what WIP i really adore? Where the Moon Meets the Horizon. studio ghibli varigo is so freaking pure. the number of times i've nearly given myself cavities writing fluff in that verse...unreal

💗Is there a scene you can’t wait to write for a WIP?

bestie listen, the whole reason i'm writing the when the stars came falling aka the varigo Your Name AU is so i can write The Mountaintop Scene and if you don't know what that is that's okay because it's the most emotionally devastating climax of any film i've ever seen and it makes me want to chew on glass. everytime i think about that scene with varigo i start tearing up and i cannot WAIT to write my own version of it to make you all sob with me >:D

[darlenicy]

🗣️Talk about your favourite WIP

💗Is there a scene you can’t wait to write for a WIP?

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

Oh my g*d, I got this in may 2023. I sure am slow in replying to asks (but I am always happy to receive them!)

🗣️ my favorite WIP is obviously my rewrite. And the more I think about it, the more I think, I don't write it as well as I could. I focus a lot on the relationships but usually, I'm really good at writing angst. Where did that go? I wanna write more angsty again. Maybe we'll be able to see some angsty stuff in the later chapters. Idk but isn't it a bit messy? If someone reads it please tell me if it feels messy.

💗 Is there a scene you can’t wait to write for a WIP? uhm yes.... actually looking forward to the scene in which Darcy and Riven finally.. you know what xD I also am looking forward to writing some angsty Musa stuff. I also have an idea of writing angsty Stella stuff once she finds out that Brandon is actually not Sky. Angst in general. I have to come to terms with my own depression while letting my characters suffer more than they actually have to, okay?

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context. have some stuff from chapter 6 I'm currently working on without context: (DISCLAIMER: I write my ffs in German, and then put it in Google Translate and then send it to my proofreader who studies English and fixes the mistakes. Since the chapter is not done yet, I only put it into Google Translate and tried to fix the worst translation mistakes myself. So it won't sound as nice as if Mina had proofread it!)

“Your eyes glow like a fairy’s. I thought you two broke up once and for all.”

“We did break up once and for all.”

"Then why are you starting over again?" Darcy tried not to sound too annoyed, but it was difficult for her. She knew that her sister and the Prince of Eraklyon had a shared past. But a shared future for them was impossible.

Icy stayed silent and so Darcy tried to start again, this time her voice was softer. "Do not get me wrong. But… there’s no point. You’re going to break if things go on like this.”

Her sister crossed her arms over her chest and looked first at the ground and then back at Darcy. "I know. I didn’t think it would be so difficult for me to put an end to it.”

That was a lie. She had known from the start that it would be hard. Very hard. Just imagining Sky with someone else made her feel angry. But Darcy was right, there was no point in maintaining a relationship that was doomed to fail. At least according to the current situation. She was capable of changing her future for something better and she would give anything to achieve that.

"Let's go," Icy turned around. “We've already lost enough time.” And so her sisters followed her down the long corridor that led away from the large hall of Alfea. They walked in silence for a while, but then Stormy broke the silence:

"Say, Darcy," a nasty smile played on her pink lips, "what was there going on with Riven just now?"

Despite the darkness, you could clearly see Darcy's face turning bright red. "I don't know how that's any of your business," she snapped.

“Oh, now don’t act like that. You're totally into him! "I had my attention that night at the Mystery…well somewhere else, so I didn't see what else you were doing with Riven while I was away."

“I didn’t do anything!”

Stormy sighed. “And I think that’s your biggest problem.”

Icy rolled her eyes in annoyance. It started again. It was like always. Stormy called Darcy a prude, Darcy called Stormy a slut and so it continued merrily. At least they chatted in whispers and so there was no risk of anyone noticing them back here.

[woosluv]

mdni 18+

Rotate || C. San

❥ Pairing: Choi San x Reader

❥ Word Count: 9.4k

❥ Rating: M

❥ Genre: strangers to lovers au, smut, non-idol au, fluff, humor

❥ Warnings: lots of smut, explicit language, unprotected sex, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, San's mouth is filthy, jealous San, creampie, intercourse

❥ Summary: During a late-night ice cream run to the supermarket, you bump into a handsome guy with a green streak in his hair that claims to have met you at the club the weekend before. When you confess to not remembering him, he becomes determined to make sure you never forget him again.

❥ Moodboard: Edit 1

❥ Song Inspiration: Rotate (Clockwise) by Rak-Su

❥ A/N: This is my first ever ATEEZ fanfic, so much longer than originally planned. I recently joined the fandom 2-3 weeks ago, and I'm so excited to start writing. As you can tell, San is my bias, and this man makes me WEAK in the knees. I have so many fics planned, so please support me! I hope you guys like this one! Can't wait to make new ATINY friends &lt;3

Hmm, should you try one of the new flavors? Usually, you stick to buying the mango-flavored mochi ice cream, but today there was a new arrangement of flavors on display. Green Tea, Red Bean, Strawberry, Vanilla, and Mint Chocolate Chip.

“I recommend the mint chocolate chip. It’s one of my favorites.” A soft voice interrupts your thought process, causing you to turn around only to see an incredibly attractive guy standing behind you.

You couldn’t help but feel a little awkward, not used to handsome guys just walking up and talking to you. If anything, they didn’t really look your way, and if they did, they never approached you.

“Oh well, thank you for the suggestion,” you shyly smile, giving a slight head nod before turning around. Your fingers trail over the mint chocolate chip package, seriously considering it. Mint chocolate chip wasn’t exactly your favorite, but you weren’t against it. 

“Don’t you remember me?”

The question catches you off guard as you stare at him, trying to organize your thoughts. You were certain you would remember this man from just the bright green streak in his hair, but you couldn’t place him.

The more you gaze at his face, the more his features remind you of a fox. His face shape is very defined, and his jawline is so intense. God certainly took his time with this creation. For some reason, you couldn’t move away from his eyes and how they remained fixed on your own.

“I’m sorry, I don’t. Should I?”

You honestly wanted to curse yourself at this moment as his eyes flitted over your frame. The thought of dressing up as you did a quick run to the supermarket didn’t cross your mind. It was late at night, and you just wanted something cool to help with the boiling summer heat. That meant running out of the house in a slightly cropped white t-shirt and short black biker shorts.

This night would always be stuck in the back of your head forever. The words your father always told you about looking presentable in public suddenly entered your mind, and of course, you should’ve listened to his advice.

“I’m San. We danced together in the club last weekend,” he says, as the tip of his tongue does a quick swipe across his pink lips.

That simple motion was enough to make your knees buckle, but you must keep it together. Thinking back to that night, your close friend Jackson had you taking long shots straight from a Hennessey bottle. The only reason you couldn't remember him is probably cause you were drunk off your ass.

He doesn’t need to know that.

Truth is, San caused something to stir in your stomach. It had been such a long time since a guy actually gave you attention like this, and he was breathtakingly beautiful. He was far from the guys you typically went after, and maybe that’s a good thing.

The last thing you want is to seem desperate, though the only way to avoid that is to seem uninterested. Or at least seem hard to get.

“I’m sorry, your name doesn’t ring a bell. I danced with many people that night,” you explain, sounding calm and confident. The original reason you entered the supermarket returns to your mind, and you focus on the shelves again, your body turning away from him.

From the corner of your eye, San straightens his posture, not expecting that answer from you at all. He knew you wouldn’t have been alone at the club. Of course, you would have caught the eyes of many guys, but he was certain you would’ve remembered him at least.

“I guess you weren’t that memorable,” you finish, settling on the mint chocolate chip mochi box.

As you turn around, ready to leave, your breath hitches at San’s tall frame looming over you. His eyes are different from before. Instead of the bright wide doe-eyed guy from earlier, his eyes are darker, more intense, and slightly narrowed. You hadn’t realized how tall he was before, but here you were, craning your neck to look up at him.

His plush lips part when suddenly a familiar voice breaks the heated staredown.  

“Woah, Y/N! I see you’ve met San!”

An energetic Wooyoung makes his way to San, followed by Hongjoong, hands full of different chips and snacks. San’s eyes flicker between you and the guys when suddenly something registers in his mind. Wooyoung drapes an arm over San’s shoulder, pulling him close and creating some distance between the two of you.

“You guys know each other?” San beats you to ask the question. It certainly was a small world, after all.

Wooyoung laughs while patting San on the chest before looking at you, “This is our childhood best friend we kept telling you about. He just moved to the city.”

What were the chances you would run into the guy you had heard countless stories about almost every day?

“So this is the best friend you guys talk about every time we hang out?” You do a quick once over of him, matching his image to the third friend in the stories you always wondered about.

“Well, it looks like I am memorable after all,” San slightly smirks as his eyes focus on yours, widening, and cheeks lightly flushing.

“Are we missing something?” Hongjoong asks as he stands next to you, him and Wooyoung exchanging glances.

“It’s nothing important,” you quickly reply, earning a slight scoff from San as he runs his fingers through his black hair, muscles flexing from the motion.  

Hongjoong organizes the snacks in his hands as he turns to look at you.

“Are you busy tonight? You should come out with us.”

Wooyoung’s loud laughter causes a couple a few feet away to pause and stare before returning to their shopping.

“Y/N busy? Do you see what she’s wearing? You’re having one of your depressing movie nights, aren’t you?”

Wooyoung motions to the box of ice cream in your hand before shaking his head in laughter. Of course, you were so predictable. He and Hongjoong knew you like the back of their hands. Your routine on Saturday nights was usually the same if you weren’t with them or other friends.

“They aren’t depressing! You just don’t have taste,” you exclaim, crossing your arms and glaring at him, a small pout appearing on your face.

“No, I have to agree. Watching The Notebook and Dear John on a Saturday night is depressing,” Hongjoong agrees while squishing you against his side in a comforting hug.

San stands there watching the little conversation between the three of you in silence. He could see why Hongjoong and Wooyoung would be close friends with you. In a way, you reminded him of himself.

Back home, he would usually stay in on the weekends and hang out in front of the TV, preferring to be alone. Since moving to the new city, though, he wanted to break those old habits, so he agreed to go out with the guys tonight.    

“Fine, I’ll go out with you guys tonight, but on one condition,” you say, breaking San away from his thoughts as he glances down at your small self.

“What is it?” Hongjoong asks, his eyes lighting up at the thought of you finally going to the club with them.

“Wooyoung’s buying my ice cream,” you say, tossing the box into his hand with a grin before walking ahead of them, a small giggle leaving your lips.

“Ya! I’m always buying your ice cream, I swear!” Wooyoung shouts jokingly as he follows behind you, happy you agreed to their plans.

Hongjoong catches up to them, San trailing behind as he watches how your hips sway with each step. A smile breaks across his lips as he thinks of you, realizing that he enjoys your feistiness more than he expected.

“Wooyoung, I don’t know how I feel about this dress,” you nervously express while pivoting back and forth in front of the mirror.

It was far from anything you had ever worn out to the club. The dress was bought sometime last summer while on a trip with a few close friends of yours. They had convinced you to buy it, exclaiming that it was about time you stepped out of your comfort zone.

The last thing you expected was for Wooyoung to pull it out from the depths of your closet and toss it on the bed, a pair of matching sparkly black heels beside it. You tend to stray away from sparkly short dresses, but this one caught your attention because of the beautiful strappy back.

The self-conscious feeling begins to rise at the idea of forgoing a bra. You always wore bras in every dress you bought, but the intricate back of this one made it impossible.

“Oh, come on! I’ve never seen you in something like this! You look banging too!” He shouts while motioning to your figure as if presenting you to an audience.

Well… maybe you could wear it out. The dress was bound to come out of the closet at some point, and Wooyoung was the only one who could convince you to wear it. You had let your hair down in loose curls and decided to keep your makeup simple. You did your regular face routine with the addition of some eyelashes, winged eyeliner, and of course, a bold red lip.

While you were busy studying yourself in the mirror, you hadn’t noticed that Wooyoung had left the room, heading out to call for a ride to the club.

Instead, standing in his place against your bedroom door stood San, his brown eyes scanning over your body multiple times before settling on your face. He was certain you were trying to put him into a trance. He couldn’t figure out where to look, completely captivated by you.

“Wooyoung, I’m not sure about this. I’ve never worn anything like this. Some guys can get touchy in the club, and I don’t want to start any problems,” you huff out a little disappointed before turning around.   

You almost stumble a little, completely unaware of the moment San entered your room. He was leaning against the door, arms crossed and noticeable beneath the fitted black dress shirt he wore, the first two buttons opened and exposing his chest. The black skinny jeans he wore pressed against his legs a little too perfect as he straightened himself.

“You look stunning in that,” he says, his voice suddenly sounding deeper than before.

It’s hard to swallow as you look at him, trying to avoid eye contact but hopelessly failing. He has siren eyes; you're sure of it. The man might even be a siren himself or some damn mythical creature. That might not even be the right word to describe him, but all you know is that it becomes hard to breathe every time he’s near.

“T-thank you,” you manage to stutter out, nerves on complete display for him. His light chuckle warms your heart as he steps towards you, eyes locked on your own.

Your fingers fumble with the short fabric at the end of your dress, lightly biting down on your bottom lip before releasing it.

“I'm not sure. I know how guys are at the club. I don’t want to get into any problems,” you nervously explain to San, his head tilting to hear your concern.

His brows furrow in confusion, and you’re sure he hadn’t thought about that. Maybe he would agree that you should change out of the short dress and put on something else.

“That’s not an issue. Wear the dress. I can fight,” he softly breathes, the look on his face absolutely serious and firm. This was when you were sure your knees would buckle from that sentence and look alone.

Luckily before you can reply, Hoongjoong enters the room, announcing that the ride is 5 minutes away. You stumble back a little, caught off guard by Hongjoong and aware of the proximity between you and San.

Before you can fall back, San’s strong hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you forth and right into his chest. A soft floral and sweet scent enters your senses, and all you want to do is bury yourself there.

“Ya! Y/N, you’re so clumsy. Let’s go,” Wooyoung shouts, dragging you away from San before looking back and shooting his friend a wink.

San stands there in shock, not expecting Wooyoung to pick up on his interest in you. He thought he was doing well keeping it a secret, but clearly not well enough if Wooyoung noticed. 

I just wanna see you rotate, both ways

I just wanna see you rotate, slowly

The music booms loudly in your ears as the bass thunders in your chest, and your favorite song begins. The club was becoming more and more crowded as the minutes went by. The four of you had been here about a little over an hour, and the vibes were only getting better.

“This is my song! Let me show you!”

Your voice is barely heard over the sound of the music as you shout to Hongjoong, your hands in the air and hips swaying to the rhythm. Wooyoung had disappeared some time ago, most likely looking for some girl to take home.

The last time you saw San, he was sitting at the bar, a few girls immediately flocking towards him. Of course, it made you feel some type of way, the way he smiled at them, but the two of you aren’t together.

He’s single.

And so are you.

“Oooo, wait, take this shot first and let me see!” Hongjoong yells as he pushes what’s probably your fifth tequila shot of the night into your hands, quickly downing his own. Taking a deep breath, your head tilts as the cool liquid slides down your throat, the burn immediately settling in your stomach as a new wave of confidence takes over.

Your hands glide up and down your arms as the rhythm and lyrics take over your body. The flashing blue and green laser lights of the nightclub gave you an adrenaline rush, your skin heating up from the shot and other bodies brushing up against you.

Hongjoong disappears from your sight for a few seconds before he reappears, tugging your wrist towards the bar. 

Mingi, the tall and buff bartender you became quick acquaintances with due to your many appearances at his club, sent a wink your way before he tapped the counter twice. Confusion settles onto your face as your head tilts to the side, Hongjoong pulling you next to him.

“Only for you! Just this once!”

Mingi shouts before his hands rest on your waist, and you’re hoisted up until your heels touch the flat surface of the counter. Your heart stammers at the realization that they want you to dance on the bar. Cheers and shouts erupt around you as people start to notice.   

One time, let me put it 'pon ya

Two times, let me put it 'pon ya

The nerves slowly vanish as you feel the music, your hips ticking side to side as more people corner around the bar. The attention you’re feeling only empowers you even more as you lean forward, arching your back and moving your waist in a slow wine.    

Three times I try, you caught my eye

You know what's on my mind

You glance around at the crowd, drowning in the attention and feeling of so many eyes amazed by you. When you make contact with those familiar, dark, and slightly narrowed eyes, your breath falters a little. San sits at the end of the bar, body leaning back against the chair as he tracks your every turn, dip, and bend. 

“Wooo, you look hot, Y/N,” Wooyoung shouts as he appears behind San, hand resting on his shoulder. Wooyoung raises his shot in the air to you before sending it back down his awaiting mouth.

Why you acting so shy?

Come and take the spotlight

Gracefully and in time with the beat, you dance towards the end of the bar, very aware of the girls sitting on each side of San, watching you with bitter stares. Just as your favorite part of the song plays, you drop low in front of him, aware of how high your dress rises, barely covering your ass.

Baby, make your body go clockwise, anti-clockwise

Baby, make your body go clockwise, anti-clockwise

The alcohol floods your veins as Hongjoong, Wooyoung, Mingi, and the screams of other people sound in your ear. Your fingers fasten in the top of your hair as your hips twist in circles, fingers moving to caress down your arms, putting on a sexy show for one man in particular.

San licks his lips, one eyebrow lifting as his eyes take in every inch of your body, your ass on display for him, and god was he blessed. Never had he ever received a dance from a girl in all of his years of dancing, and from the way, you were gazing at him, he knew this was his first.

As the song comes to a slow finish and the next one starts, Mingi helps you down the bar, and you make your way towards the three guys you entered the club with. 

Wooyoung and Hongjoong pull you in between them, squishing you against their warm bodies as they hug you close.

“I have never seen you dance like that,” Hongjoong shouts as he looks at you in complete awe.

“Wow, I’m surprised you’re not a dancer with smooth movements like those,” San says before taking a sip from the glass in his hand.

“See, that’s a huge compliment coming from a dancer like San!”

Hongjoong smiles as he looks between the two of you. You knew from the countless stories Wooyoung told that he was a pretty well-known backup dancer, but you hadn’t realized he was that good, and your cheeks began to heat up.

“This was all my doing,” Wooyoung says as he looks at you, “I knew the dress would bring out a different side of you that you’ve been hiding!”

A soft smile settles across your face as you realize he’s right. There’s no way you would’ve been bold enough to dance like that on the bar in a different dress. With all their eyes on you and no idea what to say, you thought of the one thing that would make you feel more relaxed.

“How about another round of shots?!” You begin to walk away and head towards Mingi on the other side of the bar without waiting for a reply when Hongjoong’s hands suddenly shoot onto your shoulders.

“Woah, we just had a shot less than 10 minutes ago.”

Hongjoong was right about that, but taking a shot might ease your nerves around San. He wouldn’t stop looking at you with that intense stare as he sips his drink. You had no idea what he was drinking, but if you had to guess, maybe it was vodka.

“Yea, wait here. I’m gonna get you water instead,” Wooyoung shouts over the loud music before ruffling your hair a little and heading towards the busy bartender.

“Water? Are you guys serious? I’m not even drunk,” You pout, looking at Hongjoong with wide eyes while wrapping your arms around his neck.

He tries so hard to hold his laugh in but fails and just shakes his head at you. His soft hands reach up to unclasp yours from his neck, looking over at San as he speaks.

“Please watch her. She’s had her fun for the night. I’m gonna call for a ride to take her home,” Hongjoong explains.

San sends a smile his way, assuring him not to worry about you. Now that Hongjoong leaves, reality sinks in. You’re stuck here with San watching you. All you want to do is disappear into the crowd of people, and that’s exactly what the voice in your head tells you to do.

Just as you get about five feet away and into the crowd, a really tight grip encircles your hips, pulling your hips flush against a firm body. The hardness against your back is the first thing you notice, and you’re in shock.

Before you even turn around, the presence behind you fades as if it was in your imagination. The hardness was there one second and gone within half a second.

“Touch her again, and I’ll break your fucking hands.”

The low and threatening voice is the first thing you notice as your eyes land on a fuming San. His jaw clenches as he fists the shirt of some guy clearly drunk off his ass, now looking like a deer in headlights. The guy raises both hands in surrender as he mumbles out a jumble of words before San lets him go, and he takes off.

Standing there, you’re unsure what to do. Maybe you should thank him, but you didn’t ask him to do that. You didn’t need him to protect you, but he still did it. He’s still pissed. You can tell from the way he stands there, still looking in the direction of the guy, shoulders tense and jaw clenched.

A deep breath exits his mouth as he turns around to look at you, his face immediately relaxing as his brown eyes meet yours. You swallow, mouth feeling dry as he slowly walks over to you, head tilting as he studies your face. One of his ring-clad fingers ghosts over your cheek before tucking a stray curl behind your ear.

“Are you okay?” San asks as his eyes soften.

Out of all the expressions you had seen from him, this was a first. You didn’t think it was possible for him to show concern since he was always looking at you with those narrowed eyes. All you can do is nod, not able to trust your voice because of the way he’s looking at you.

“It’s because of this dress. Some bastards can’t keep their hands to themselves,” he says while glancing around you before pulling you closer. His hand was comfortably resting on your lower back, the heat from his palm warming up your skin and making it hard to breathe.

“What? You told me to wear the dress in the first place,” you complain, suddenly feeling disappointment fill your head at the thought of him not liking the dress.

As if reading your thoughts, he pushes his tongue into his cheek before sucking his teeth. He noticed how quickly your face had fallen and couldn’t stand seeing you like that.

“I did tell you to wear it. I love the way you look too,” he says, voice more serious as he glances down at you.

“I just don’t like anyone else enjoying the same view as me,” he whispers, tongue wetting his lips as he sucks it into his mouth.

The change in your breathing doesn’t go unnoticed by him as he slowly leans in closer, your senses overtaken by that same soft floral, sweet scent you associated him with. San’s grip on your waist tightens, and you can feel his minty breath wash over your face as he gets closer.

“There you two are!” Wooyoung’s shout makes the two of you jump apart quickly, your friend grinning like a Chesire cat because of the position he had caught you two in.

“Here’s your water, Y/N. Hongjoong was looking for you guys. The ride is gonna be here soon,” he explains as you down the water, the ice coldness soothing your throat and taking away some of the heat you had been feeling.

Wooyoung stands there, eyes flickering between you and San as he shakes his head and slaps him on the back, a chuckle leaving his throat.

“We should go meet Hongjoong,” San shouts over the loud music, unsure how to make things less awkward for you now that Wooyoung had almost seen the two of you kiss.

You nod in agreement, still chugging the water down as the two of them follow closely behind you. Little did you know that the two of them were playfully pushing each other around, Wooyoung excited about the thought of you and San together. 

“Damn, where the hell did Wooyoung go?” Hongjoong groans as he looks around the front of the building used to this happening. He was always taking on the parent role in the group even if he didn’t want to.

“I thought you saw him sneak back into the club with that blonde girl,” San comments while shrugging his shoulders, clearly not concerned with his friend’s whereabouts.

You stifle a laugh as Hongjoong throws his head back, sweat trickling down the side of his forehead from his constant running around before he once again enters the nightclub.

“Wait here for the ride,” he orders, giving you both one last look before entering the swarm of bodies.

Right as he enters the building, two girls walk out, giggles erupting from their lips but suddenly becoming serious as they traipse over to San leaning against the brick exterior. You recognize them as the two girls that were sitting around him earlier in the club.

“What are you waiting here for? You can come home with us,” One of the girls giggles while trailing the tips of her fingers across the top of his exposed chest. The way she looked up at him with giant doll eyes made you want to throw up all the shots you had downed. 

“Yea, we can show you a very good time,” the slightly shorter friend smiles as she squeezes his bicep and earns a soft chuckle from him.

You were pissed at Wooyoung and Hongjoong for leaving you with him. The last thing you wanted was to watch these two girls drool all over him. The worst part about it is that he was actually entertaining them, chuckling and tilting his lips as his eyes flicker back and forth between the two.

“Fuck this,” you mutter to yourself, head fuming at what you were witnessing.

It’s been almost 10 minutes since you’ve been waiting for the damn ride and you were done waiting. The cool breeze helps calm your emotions as you begin the walk back to your apartment. This area's streets are pretty noisy, with other people entering and leaving the different strings of clubs up and down the block.

You don’t even glance back to see if San notices you walking away. Truthfully, you didn’t think he would care, and why would he? He was occupied with not one but two girls! Pain shoots through your feet as the aftermath of wearing heels for so long finally begins to settle. Your apartment is only a 10-minute walk away; if you power through the pain, you can make it.

“Y/N, is that you?” The voice causes you to halt in your tracks, turning to notice a very happy and smiling Seonghwa entering your line of sight.

“Oh my gosh, Hwa! It’s so nice to see you!” Excitement runs through your veins, replacing the bitter emotions from before. It was nice to see a familiar face and one that was like family at that.

“Damn, you went to the club like that? Let me see you do a spin,” he grins, holding out his hand for you to grab onto.

Giggles erupt from your lips as you twirl for him, the club's neon blue and green lights swirling in your vision. He lets out a low whistle that has your mood soaring through the roof and a wide smile spreading across your face.

“Were you at the club with your friends?” You ask him as he stops spinning you, his hands resting on your hips.

He looks back towards the entryway of the other club, replying, “Yea, I was out with Yeosang, Yunho, and Jongho. I’m leaving now, though. I’ve had my fun. Do you need a ride home?”

Someone must have been watching over you because you swear Seonghwa was an angel sent in a time of need when you needed help the most. He grins widely, noting the relief that washes over your face from his offer.

“Yes, please! My feet are killing me, Hongjoong is still looking for Wooyoung in the club, and San is busy with some girls,” you ramble on, voice coming out slower and softer towards the end.

“San,” Seonghwa states instead of questioning, and you’re confused for a second until you feel a firm pressure on your hips, Seonghwa’s hands falling and being replaced with tighter ones.

“Yes, that’s my name.” A shiver runs down your spine as his cool breath hits your neck, your body tensing from his closeness.

Turning around in his arms and away from his body, his warmth immediately leaves you. A frown fixes on his lips from your reaction, but it passes as he looks at Seonghwa, eyes narrowing.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, feeling irritated with the way he glares at Seonghwa. His brown eyes shift to your face, brows pulling together as he speaks.

“I was in the middle of a conversation, and when I looked up, you were gone. I saw you turn the corner and followed you. I was worried,” he explains, voice low as he runs through everything in his mind.

The concern in his voice has you softening for a minute, and warmth fills your heart as you realize he came looking for you. Then within a second, it disappears again as he looks at Hwa with that same glare as before.

“We should get going. Our ride is waiting,” he says, dark eyes unwavering from Hwa.

“I’m good. You can go ahead. Seonghwa is going to take me home,” you state. You don’t back down even when San’s dark eyes stare into your soul. Anyone walking by could easily tell he was pissed off from the look on his face alone.

“You’re leaving with me,” he says even more firmly than before. His body inching forward to grab you when suddenly Hwa steps in front of you, clearly finding amusement in San’s reactions.

“She doesn’t want to leave with you. I’ll take her home.”

The last thing you wanted was to see the two of them having a damn dominance contest. You didn’t come to the club to deal with this. It was supposed to be a night of just fun with friends, and now these two were having a pissing contest.

“She came with me. She’s leaving with me,” San grits out, jaw clenching and face getting closer to Seonghwa with each word.

“Listen,” you shout, stepping in front of Seonghwa and placing your hands on San’s chest to push him back a little.

“I’m leaving with Seonghwa. You were so busy earlier that you didn’t even notice me leaving. You can go have fun with your girls. No need for you to take me home.”

You turn away from him, grabbing onto Seonghwa’s wrist as you lead him to the parking lot. Sure, you felt a little bad, but you didn’t like how he wanted your attention one minute and then was busy with another girl elsewhere the next. You have every right to make your own choices, it wasn’t like the two of you were together.

San’s eyes widen in shock as he processes the words that leave your mouth. He didn’t think you would fight him on this. In fact, he thought you would just give in to avoid any more conflict. He feels like shit as he watches you walk away with Seonghwa.

It was true that he was busy talking to those girls, but they wouldn’t leave him alone. He didn’t want to be rude and tell them to stop talking or just walk away from them. He let them continue their words, letting out some awkward chuckles here and there, but the truth is he didn’t even pay attention to the conversation.

He thought you would turn back, return to him and wait for the ride. It wasn’t until you turned the corner that he realized he fucked up. He sprinted from those girls, not caring to apologize or explain as he ran in search of you.

He thought going after you would make things better, but it just seemed to make things worse, and watching you leave with another guy made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Jealous. 

It’s about midnight when you finally slump against the couch after saying bye to Seonghwa. Once you reached home, the dress was immediately off your body and replaced with a soft silk black robe.

The heels are neatly placed in your closet, and the only thing remaining is your makeup. The major downside of going out so late at night is removing all of your makeup, especially the eyelashes.

Scrolling through your phone, you send a quick text to Hongjoong and Wooyoung, letting both of them know you got home safely and that Seonghwa gave you a ride. You don’t expect a text from them, certain they’re still at the club or just leaving.

As you look out the window, you’re happy you left the club when you did. It started drizzling when Seonghwa dropped you off, and now it was pouring. Throwing your phone onto the couch, you decide to go take off your makeup when a knock on your door halts your steps.

Glancing at the clock, you wonder who could be knocking at your door at this hour. Assuming it’s most likely Wooyoung or Hongjoon deciding to crash at your place, you swing the door open without a second thought.

The last thing you expect to find is San soaking wet from the rain, clothes dripping wet, hair stuck to his face, and breathing heavily.

He glances at you, noticing the black robe wrapped tightly around your frame, before pushing himself into your apartment. You shut the door, eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“Where is he?” His chest is moving up and down at a fast and steady pace as he tries to walk by you, his eyes franticly searching all around your apartment.

“Woah, did you run here, San?” You ask, blocking his path as you tug on the side of his black shirt. It was the only thought that came to mind when you noticed how out of breath he was. It had only just started pouring a few minutes ago too.

“Where the hell is he, Y/N? Is he in your room?”

San asks as he begins walking towards your bedroom, a water trail following him. Your hands push against his chest, stopping him before he can even enter the hallway, keeping him in the kitchen and living room area.

“Stop it! You’re dripping water everywhere, San!” 

You shout, becoming upset with the mess that he’s creating in your apartment. Cleanliness is one of the most important things you value. Having things in order is always important to you, and with the mess San is causing on all of your floors, you’re about to pull out his and your hair.    

San looks down at your hands pressing flat against his chest, his own cold hands wrapping around both of your wrists as he looks you straight in the eyes.

“Answer my damn question, Y/N! Is he here? Was he her-” His eyes are completely dark and fuming as he stares at you, trying to stop himself from imagining you and that punk together.

“Why the hell does it matter?”

You yell, cutting him off and preventing him from finishing his sentence because his actions are so uncalled for.

It was none of his business if Seonghwa was at your place. Taking a step back, you try to tug your wrists from his grasp, only for him to pull you closer, your chin now touching his chest.

“If you interrupt me one more time, Y/N– so help me, god.” 

“As if I’m gonna listen to you. Please, what are you gonn- ”

Before you can even finish the sentence, your back is against the front door, San’s drenched body pushing against yours and wetting your robe.

“I’ll show you what I can do about it, but first,” he pauses, his forehead against yours, eyes closed as he takes a deep breath before opening them again and focusing on your eyes.

“I need to know. Were you with him?” The way San asks the question makes your frustration fade away. His voice is soft and almost shaky, as if he’s afraid to hear the answer, but he needs to know. 

“I wasn’t with him. Nothing has ever happened between us, and it never will. I don’t think his boyfriend would be too happy, honestly,” you carefully explain and watch as San’s eyes widen in realization. You can visibly see his shoulders relax as he lets out a breath he had been holding.

“But why were you bothered by him so much?”

The question tumbles out of your mouth so quickly before you can even process it. It had been on your mind the entire ride back home with Seonghwa, but you weren’t planning to bring it up at all. 

The question tumbles out of your mouth so quickly before you can even process it. It had been on your mind the entire ride back home with Seonghwa, but you weren’t planning to bring it up at all.

It was hard to read San. At first, you thought he might actually be interested in you, but then the next minute, when other girls were around, it was as if you didn’t exist.

“Because you were with him and not me.”

He leans back a little, his arms by the side of your face still trapping you between his body, but now you could see him entirely. A fake chuckle is all you can do to express how you feel, and from the look of surprise on his face, he wasn’t expecting that.

“It didn’t seem like you needed me. You had enough girls to occupy you,” you mockingly reply, catching him slightly flinch from your harsh but true words.

A loud sigh passes through his pink lips as he fists a hand through his wet hair, tugging at the strands in frustration.

“Fuck… I was trying to stay away from you because you’re friends with Wooyoung and Hongjoong. I was trying to distract myself because I don’t want to fuck things up,” he explains slowly, thinking about his words carefully.

His eyes remain on yours the entire time he speaks, and you know it’s the truth as you get lost in his dark eyes and his soft, honey voice.

“Then why did you come here?” The question comes out barely above a whisper, almost unheard because of the pouring rain.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you since the first night we met. I know you don’t remember, but I do, and I keep remembering it. I’ve been thinking about you all day, and then I ran into you at the store,” San says as he reaches up to gently caress your cheek with his thumb, not imagining that this moment was actually happening.

A small smile touches his lips as he notices how your eyes close and you lean into him.

“I thought it was just a coincidence at first. I’m not someone who believes in fate, but everything changed for me when I found out Wooyoung and Hongjoong knew you too. No one has ever affected me this much. I just can’t get enough of you,” San breathes out his confession, relieved that it’s all out there but unsure of what happens now.

You’re unsure about your feelings for him as you stare at him. You know you have some, but he’s right. Both of you are friends with Wooyoung and Hongjoong, and there’s a risk to the friendship there. If things end badly between you, that could damage many friendships and complicate things.

San starts to feel a little uneasy at your silence. He didn’t expect you to accept his feelings and say you love him, but he expected you to say something at least, even if you rejected him.

Regarding relationships, you were never one to jump into things. You never did one-night stands and considered yourself as someone who prefers long-term relationships.

But as you look at San standing before you and confessing that he hasn’t stopped thinking about you for a second, all of that logic goes out the window and into the storm. You were always thinking with your head; for once, you wanted to let your heart win.

“How badly do you want me?” You quietly ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

A groan escapes San’s lips as his tongue wets the surface, “So fucking bad. If it meant giving up dancing to be with you, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Without any regrets.”

You stare up at the man before you, his hand reaching up, gripping your jaw tightly, his silver rings feeling cold against the warm skin of your cheek. His thumb slowly brushes over your bottom lip, admiring the lust swimming in your eyes and the red flush settling onto your cheeks.

Without thinking, you part your lips and slowly wrap them around his thumb, feeling satisfied as the digit starts to sink further into your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N,” San groans, his eyes hooded in desire, as he pulls his thumb from your mouth, biting his lips as he notices the clear trail of saliva connected to it.

“Kiss me, San.”

That’s all it takes for San to let go and smash his lips onto yours. He kisses softly yet passionately as if he’s trying to get lost in you. He wants to memorize every single curve of your lips and each inch of your mouth as his fingers grip your hips tightly.

It feels as if every inch of your body is on fire, your hands gripping his shirt as you pull him tightly against you. You want more of him. It feels like you’re drowning in his smell, touch, and taste. His fingers draw small circles against your hips over your robe, and the realization of how little clothing you have on hits you.

San lightly teases his tongue against your lips, a smile splitting onto his face as you easily grant him access. His tongue explores your mouth, lightly flicking against your own tongue a few times, giving him complete control.

“Fuck. This is a one-time thing, right?” You manage to say against his lips feeling breathless.

It’s supposed to be a firm statement, but it comes out more like a question. San makes it incredibly hard to think straight when his lips are pressing against yours so rough and hungry. He breaks away from the kiss to talk for a second before continuing his actions.   

“You know that’s a lie,” he murmurs while peppering kisses along your jawline and down to your neck, teeth biting the skin there but not deep enough to break this skin. 

“This might be the first time, but it definitely won’t be the last,” he says against your neck, leaving small hickeys as he continues down to the top of your robe. His flick up to yours, heat swirling in them, gaze darkening and eyes hooded.

“Don’t give me that look,” you whine out, aware of the wetness gathering between your thighs from just his stare alone.

San chuckles against your chest, his warm breath hitting the slightly exposed skin there.

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Do you get nervous when I look at you like this?” The smirk on his face is disgustingly sexy, and you can’t argue with him. He knows exactly how to use his expressions to his advantage, leaving you in a mess before him.

With a soft thud, your head leans against the wall as you avoid eye contact with him. His stare wasn’t equivalent to a siren. You were wrong to think that before. He had the eyes of a demon, dark and waiting to devour you.

“Don’t be shy now. Where’s the feisty girl from earlier?”

He mumbles against your chest, purposely avoiding the deep neckline of your robe that reveals some cleavage. His lips leave delicate kisses across your chest, his hands wrapping around your thighs and hosting you up against him.

Pride fills him as you let out a loud and needy whine, pulling his head tightly against your chest as he swiftly kicks his shoes off before entering your bedroom.

San tosses you onto the bed, mesmerized by the way your hair spread out around you in a perfect halo, as the robe comes undone, both sides falling open and exposing your smooth skin.

His teeth immediately sinks into his bottom lip, trying to digest that this was happening. You were here, spread out and so needy for him. Willing to let him touch you in ways you could only dream about. 

“Please touch me, San,” you beg, moving to sit up only to halt your actions, San shaking his head and telling you not to move.

“God, I love when you say my name,” he groans, fingers making quick work of his black buttoned-down shirt and jeans, the clothing left in a pile at the front of your door.

He can’t keep calm as he takes in every uncovered inch of your skin, from the perfect curve of your breasts and hardened nipples to the red panties he had been picturing all night.

The image was stuck in his head from the moment you flashed him in the club during your dance. He didn’t know if it was intentional or not as you dropped in front of him, legs spread at an angle so only he could see between, but thank god you did.

He carefully drops onto his knees, head dipping low as he presses gentle kisses up your feet, ankles, legs, and thighs until he reaches your center.

“San, please just fuck me. I can’t wait any longer,” you moan, fingers weaving into his hair as you pull him up, his eyes rolling back from your neediness.

“Guess I’ll have to wait until next time to taste you,” he chuckles against your lips, the comment a small reminder that this wouldn’t be the last time.

 You want to tell him not to get his hopes up, but the whiny “just fuck me” is all the confirmation he needs. If he made you feel like this, you would never let him leave your apartment. 

There’s a scraping of teeth, and a battle of tongues as both of your fingers work to remove the remaining fabric on your bodies. San draws back to look at you, a low “fuck” passing his lips as his mouth latches onto your breast, pulling the flesh into his mouth and moaning loudly. His fingers play with your other breast, pulling and twisting at the nipple before giving it the same attention with his mouth.

You can feel his dick, heavy and hard, slip between your thighs and slowly drag against your wet folds. He pauses his sucking and breathlessly says, “Condom?”

As much as you know you shouldn’t, you shake your head. You’re on the pill but don’t know if San has been with anyone else. You also didn’t have any condoms around, not having an actual sex life, but you were certain San carried one with him.

“I want to feel you. I want you inside of me now,” you moan out, pulling San back to your lips as his hands position your legs around his hips.

San is certain he just died and went to heaven. Not only did you want to have sex with him, but you wanted him to fuck you raw. Truth is, he didn’t prepare for this to happen. He didn’t carry condoms with him like most guys because he wasn’t out looking for sex.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” San breathes out as he stares into your eyes, the tip of his dick leaking precum as he pushes through your folds, breaching your entrance.

You feel intoxicated by his touch, the pink head of his dick stretching your walls as the smell of his heavenly cologne overflows around you.

You push your hips down, grinding yourself against his length, taking him in another inch as pleasure washes over the both of you. San licks his lips, eyes glued to where your bodies join, enjoying how he fits so snugly.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you manage to breathe out, continuously clenching as San finally bottoms out completely inside of you. His breathing is just as heavy as yours, experiencing this for the first time. He had never had sex with anyone like this before, and every feeling was magnified.

“You feel so good, baby,” San grunts as he carefully moves his hips back and forth, swearing each time you clench around him.

His hips pick up pace as your moans encourage him, sweat dripping down the side of his forehead as he holds himself up by the forearms, taking in your fucked out expression.

He admires you, your body relaxed and covered in his marks and sweat. In his mind, you looked like a work of art, and he was the proud painter perfecting each brush stroke until you were no longer the clean blank canvas as before. He was determined to leave you a mess, so you would be reminded of his presence in this room even when he wasn’t there.

The sound of his dick moving in and out of you sets your skin ablaze as the squelching sound of your juices gets louder with his hard thrusts. The moans that leave your lips become more obscene as San gives a rough thrust upwards, pushing himself deeper inside of you, hitting that special spot and making your back arch.

“I- I love it when you t-talk dirty,” you struggle to say as the pleasure builds up with each of San’s powerful thrusts.

The smirk that stretches across his face as he looks at you with hooded eyes screams trouble. You’re unsure if telling him that was a mistake, but you’re about to find out. 

You’re unsure if telling him that was a mistake, but you’re about to find out. He flips you over, dick never slipping out as he thrusts into you from below, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders as he ruts into you. You’re letting out whines, shaking your head from side to side as the pleasure becomes too intense.

“I know you can take it, baby. I know you love it. Look how good you soak my cock,” San says, his praises encouraging as you look down to watch him disappear into you. His dick is so hard and covered in your wetness, his lower stomach shiny from your arousal.

“Fuck, you’re such a filthy girl. And it’s all for me, right?” He asks as his thumb finds your clit, pressing tight circles on it that draw out a long “yes” from you.

“Only for you. Only for you,” you pant against his lips as you lean forward, San’s hands gripping your ass as he pounds into you.

He’s on the brink of cumming, and when he delivers one powerful thrust, he feels you shake, your pussy holding him incredibly tight as you orgasm, wave after wave hitting you, each stronger than the previous.

He manages to fuck you through it, dick pulsing as your walls constrict around him, praising you as more wetness seeps onto him.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he grunts, teeth grinding as your tightening and wetness propels him to chase after his own orgasm as his eyes have trouble finding a place to focus.

He’s reeling in pleasure as the images in front of him take over his mind. His eyes flicker between his thick cock disappearing between your swollen lips, sliding in and out of your wetness and your glassy eyes staring down at him. 

“Please give it to me. I want you to cum inside of me. Please, San,” you beg, your words coming out high-pitched and desperate. It was all San needed to hear from you. You didn’t have to beg him, he would give you everything he had, over and over until he was empty.

“Fuck I’m cumming,” he moans loudly, the loudest you’ve heard him tonight, as his thrusts turn sloppy and warmth floods your insides.

Each hot spurt has you clenching around him, further heightening his pleasure as he empties himself, enjoying the view of his cum squeezing out of you.

 His hair sticks to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face, neck, and chest. Almost every inch of his skin is covered in sweat, and so is yours. Both of you are a mess, and as you carefully pull off him, a mixture of your wetness and San’s cum spills out onto his stomach, earning a loud moan from him.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” he chuckles, pulling you down by the neck and planting a short and gentle kiss against your lips.

He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a tissue to wipe his stomach as you lay beside him, legs sticky with both of your releases. As San catches his breath next to you, dick already softening, you can’t help but mumble, “That was amazing.”

San pulls you closer to his side, one hand hooking around your shoulder as the other settles onto your hip. Head resting on his shoulder, he looks down at you, eyes full of warmth and a mouthful of white teeth on display.

“It was incredible,” he replies, placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head. A peaceful silence fills the room, and he opens his mouth to speak again.

“I hope you know you’re more than just a one-night stand to me. I want you every morning. Every day. Every night. In every way possible,” he whispers, looking down at you, brown eyes sparkling in the soft moonlight.

“I feel the same way too,” you confess, heart swelling and comforted by the fact that this was more than just a night of sex for him.

San leans in, his lips moving to cover yours when a loud bang in the living room suddenly interrupts it.

“What the fuck?” You jump, startled by the noise.

San’s face becomes serious as he stands up, covering you in the blanket at the foot of your bed before pulling on his briefs.

“Stay here. I’ll check it out,” he whispers, about to walk away when you tug onto his wrist.

“Wait! Take this,” you quietly say, leaning over the edge of the bed to pull a metal baseball bat from underneath.

“For protection,” you explain, handing it to him only to receive a soft chuckle. You watch as he steps out into the hallway, anxiously waiting. It’s silent for a few minutes before you hear a loud and annoying voice.

“What the fuck! Are you trying to kill me?! See, I told you, Hongjoong! I knew the two of them would fuck! You owe me 50 bucks!”

Footsteps sound down the hallway, and you pull the sheets closer to your chest, covering any visible skin. An embarrassed San trails in, followed by a drunk Wooyoung and a tipsy Hongjoong.

“I tried to make them leave,” San explains, cheeks flushing as he runs his fingers through his hair.

“Y/N!” Hongjoong whines as he takes another step into the room.

“Now I owe him money,” he drunkenly pouts, looking cute and defeated. All you can do is laugh as San returns to his spot next to you, leaning against the headboard.

“I knew she wouldn't be able to resist him! That’s my boy,” Wooyoung shouts a little too loud, causing Hongjoong to flinch as Wooyoung smiles in triumph.

“Yea, you’re right. She couldn’t resist my charms,” San grins, eyebrows raising as he gives you that sexy look he was talking about.

You lightly slap his chest, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as he pulls you towards him, placing a kiss on your nose before ordering the two trouble makers to leave.

You weren’t entirely sure what would come out of this, but you felt good about it. If this happened when you listened to your heart, you would do it more often. 

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hello everyone! this is my first pick a card reading being posted on tumblr, and my first pick a card reading I’ve done in a long time.

please mediate and see which image draws you in.

this reading will be focused on the current energy in your love life, and what advice you may need to hear.

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Group 1:

you and/or your person are finally moving into the heart space, and you’re feeling more prepared to welcome in your manifestations. this time apart has been a true test of faith, and what you’re willing to put consistent work and effort into. all that is coming towards you has felt like it’s been a long time coming, and you may be tempted to reject the offer, maybe due to ego, or under the impression that it’s too late to start over. I’m here to tell you it is not. you’ve been manifesting this for a reason, don’t turn away a good thing out of fear of the unknown future. continue to exude your cool, calm and collected energy, your fall harvest is to be more bountiful than expected!

Group 2:

please stop overthinking everything your person does. this is a divine connection, and though you’ve been tried and tested throughout this journey, it is protected. getting stuck in your head is causing you to over analyze and pick fights with your person. sometimes their actions are a reflection of where they are at internally, it’s nothing personal so please stop taking it this way. you are being asked to welcome in a lighthearted energy to see improvements in your connection. your person is currently in a place where they can’t handle anything deeper than a puddle right now, emotionally speaking, so take this slowly and rebuild your foundations.

Group 3:

oh starry-eyed lover…the universe has its eyes on you two. I feel like in a way you’re a bit unaware of the way the universe is conspiring to set you up in exactly the right place at exactly the right time. someone is trying to find a better routine, or you’re working on rebalancing your priorities as well as other responsibilities. this will help you in opening up your heart to what the universe has waiting in the wings. you may be invited for a night out with friends, I see this really lifting your spirits, maybe even opening your eyes to a new light is what I’m hearing. an opportunity to slip away with this person will arise on this outing. everyone has been waiting for this to happen for you.

I hope the group you chose resonated with you, please feel free to like and reblog, and let me know if there are any specific readings you’d like to see me post!

-xo Cam 💗

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Can you do one where sams brothers think reader is cheating on him but Sam believes his girlfriend please💗

w/c: 2.4K pairing: sam holland x female!reader - platonic!tom&harry x reader n/a:  I'm back munchkins! I'm so sorry i haven't post for few weeks now, but great new: i have a job! I hope you're gonna love this one ! I'm a little bit tired so i didn't read twice my work. Remember english is not my native langage. I really really hope you're fonna love this ! And THANK YOU SO MUCH ! WE'RE ALMOST 250 now and i can’t...i just can’t realise that, you don't know how much it means to me, seeing you loving my writings. Love you all, love you all with all my heart ! xxx taglist: @angeliquekalampoka @harryhollandsgirlfriend @reawritesthings @cedricdiggorysimpp @hogwartsmarvelmommy @allthisfortommy @delightfulmuffinclamauthor @kimberlyemerys @mcushvft @ecarlette99 @tom-softie @osterfield23 @hollandswife @justanotherinternetperson @lolooo22 if you want to be notified of all my future writings you can add yourself in my taglist : here

You could understand the reluctance your boyfriend's family had shown about your relationship. It was an attempt to protect him and it was understandable. The mixed reception during your first meeting therefore did not surprise you. And even after a few months, you were as always on probation. You were of course interested in Sam's family but like any girlfriend did. It was important for you to get along with his mother, father and his brothers ... but most of all, with his twin brother, Harry. Of course, Tom intimidated you at first, it wasn't every day that you met a “superhero”. But to be honest, you had barely spoken to him. Tom had noticed it and discussed it with his brother. It was so unusual and he really felt like you were avoiding him on purpose, which surprised him. It was even rather contradictory since the Holland family wanted to protect Sam from anyone who could use him to reach Tom. But the fact that you hardly cared about him hurt his ego a bit. And when Sam asked you why you had carefully avoided talking with Tom you simply replied that you didn't know what to say to him and that you didn't want to overstep the line. Sam and his loved ones had appreciated that and from the second opportunity of a meeting where Tom was present, you had made an effort to ask for more about his life and his plans. You simply accept the answers he gave you. You were more terrified of not pleasing Harry, however. He had a very strong bond with Sam, a unique bond. But your passion for photography had tied you a bit.

Tom and Harry had taken a break in Tom's career to stay in London and recharge their batteries. One sunny day Harry had grabbed his camera and offered to take Tessa for a walk. The day seemed rather calm and the Londoners did not seem as intrusive as the fans in general. The leaves of the trees took on an orange and yellow color which perfectly painted this autumn picture that the redhead curly one loved. Tessa ran to her usual Tom and Harry booth behind the blue staffie. Tom was leaning on the counter in the trailer waiting for his order when his gaze fell on a couple in the distance. His eyes narrowed in an attempt to better distinguish the female figure that seemed familiar to him. The woman was wearing a scarf that strongly resembled the one his mother gave on Sam's girlfriend for her birthday, her hair was similar to yours and luckily the figure turned to him and Tom was able to perfectly sparkled the face of this stranger. It was you, his little brother's girlfriend, with another man.

"Baz."

Harry simply hummed to answer his brother while he was still considering his order but Tom seemed to rush forward, slapping his shoulder several times to call out to him.

"Harry! Look it's Y/N"

"Eh?"

"There, there it's Y/N with another guy"

Harry frowned and turned to scan the park before his gaze actually fell on you but the man with you was not Sam. You were with a camera, in your long-felt coat but the man with you was not Sam.

"Do you think we should go talk to her? She's probably with a friend ..." asked Tom, knowing inside him it isn’t a really good idea to surprise you with someone they don’t know about.

"If she's with a friend, better not to..."

Harry paused in the middle of his sentence, what they saw in front of their eyes broke their hearts as they bubbled with rage.

Andrew had arranged to meet you in the late morning at the local park and you were in such a good mood to join in at that time. You put on your coat and your eyes rested on the scarf Nikki gave you on your birthday. You had been so embarrassed, not expecting anything from Sam's family. But Nikki was a generous woman and you appreciated the gesture so much. You made sure to take your camera, the most important thing you would need today and then you headed for the park. Andrew was already there when you arrived, few people on the horizon, which you secretly appreciate. Andrew was a handsome boy: tall dark-haired, a gentle face framed by a well-trimmed beard, always well dressed. You tenderly embraced the man's days by asking him the routine questions, but your eyes shone with a burst of impatience.

“How are you handsome?”

“I’m shitting in my pants right now” he said

"It’s gonna be okay... Okay, now, show it to me please."

"I'm so nervous, I can't miss this."

"Come on, watch. I want to see it"

Andrew laughed heartily before plunging his hand into his jacket to pull out a small black velvet case. When those fingers opened the case, your hands instinctively rested on your mouth in shock. Your eyes were wide and dazzled with emotion. It was a 18K round & marquise shape diamond engagement ring embellished with a four prong tulip basket head; it was wonderful.

“Oh My… it's beautiful…it’s really a dream ring”

The brunette's smile widened and you gave him a hug, so happy about this.

❀

When Tom and Harry returned to their parents, both men looked crestfallen but Harry looked more upset of the two of them, angrier too. Sam's twin brother went straight upstairs to knock on her brother's bedroom door.

"Sam? Sam, I need to talk to you now"

The door opened to a Sam rather surprised by his brother's eagerness.

"Wow, what's going on Baz?"

"You should come downstair; I want Tom to be here when I tell you that."

"Uh, okay?"

"Now"

Sam's eyes widened and he closed the door behind him, following his twin brother.

Tom was on the kitchen island, leaning on the marble, playing nervously with his hands. He hated this situation, but he had always been honest. The situation was even more difficult knowing that you had to have dinner with them and their parents in a few hours. His brother's face in such dismay made Sam frown even more and when Harry took a deep breath Sam tried to lighten the mood.

"Who is dead?" he joked

"Y/N is cheating on you Sam." Harry said with a serious tone

"What?"

"And it's serious ... it's not a simple adventure ... She's living a double life"

Tom cleared his throat and then scratched his neck, giving his younger brother an apologetic look.

"Harry is right. We saw her at the park with another man ..."

"HE PROPOSED TO HER" broke his twin.

Sam's eyes reflected incomprehension. It was impossible, you couldn't. You told him you had something important planned before dinner with his parents, that you would join him later. He didn't want to believe it. He was hurt but he really wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. Sam knew you were at the park ... A cheater would never state their real plans, would he?

"I'm sure it's a misunderstanding" he said, a bit in deny

"Sam, he had a ring! She was in shock!" Harry shouted

Tom cleared his throat again and the twin brothers gazed at him. He didn't want to be the one to stand up for you but he wanted to spell out all the facts.

"Technically, he didn't go down on one knee"

"Bullocks, Tom, what world do you live in? He didn't have to! You saw him like me! She hugged him"

Sam ran his hands through his hair then temples, an unmistakable headache pointing the tip of it nose. It was impossible, he couldn't believe it. He swallowed hard before sighing.

"I'll talk to her. I'll clear it up. I'm sure you didn't see it."

He didn't want to believe it, Sam trusted you. He wasn't stupid either, if you cheated on him your habits would have changed, right, he would have found clues, he was sure. No. You couldn't cheat on him, you were the sweetest, prettiest, most passionate, tenderest, most sincere, most empathetic girl he had ever met. He was sure this was just a big masquerade. Harry gave Tom a look, slightly annoyed. How could Sam not believe them, believe HIM, it was his twin, they had always told each other everything. Why would it be any different? He knew Sam was in denial and he was going to do anything to clear things up and open his brother's eyes.

When you arrived at the Holland house, Nikki greeted you with a big smile, she thanked you for the bouquet of flowers you brought her. She joked that she told you to come in and be careful not to fall on the assembly of cardboard boxes filled with Brothers Trust sweater. You smiled and told him that you loved a bit of adventure, so the course didn't scare you. You greeted the boys, Tom seemed tense and when you wanted to hug Harry he just disappeared from the living room. Sam kissed you tenderly but something was different, his eyes lingered on your hands. You frowned, intrigued.

"Something is wrong?"

But Sam was in his world. No ring. You weren't wearing a ring. Well, maybe that was smart of you: you weren't going to wear your other boyfriend's engagement ring to dinner with his parents. You seemed genuinely worried about your boyfriend's silence and you called him out again.

"Sam?"

"Mhmm?"

"Something is wrong?" you asked again.

"Mhmm, a rather strange discussion with Harry and Tom earlier."

"What was about that chat?"

"Nothing ... nothing important. How was that meeting at the park?"

Your eyes lit up with joy, so happy he asked. You were really so proud of this moment, so fulfilled. You lifted your finger to ask him to wait and reached into your tote bag to get your camera out. In the corner of the room, Harry growled; firstly out of your enthusiasm, he couldn't stand watching you when a few hours earlier you were with another man, then, although it was totally futile, he hated the way you didn't take care of your camera, stuffing him in your bag rather than carrying it in the transport bag provided. You took out your device and went straight to the photo gallery.

"Do you think Harry will take a look and give me his opinion?" you asked enthusiastically.

"I do not know."

Sam stopped in his sentence looking at the pictures. A man at the park proposing to a young woman. It was an engagement photoshoot. Sam pursed his lips, suppressing a smile as you spoke before he even asked a question.

"My cousin's boyfriend proposed to her this morning. He asked me to cover the event and I was so happy. Sam you should have seen the ring, it was so beautiful."

"I can imagine."

Your boyfriend's smile was so outspoken but you could see a hint of amusement in his eyes, his eyes resting on Harry in the living room, scowling, staring at his phone.

"Hey, Baz ... wanna come take a look at this for a second? You could be interested."

"Oh no, no don't bother Harry, I'll ask him later." You said to Sam, embarrassed.

You heard Harry's footsteps slam against the floor, his grumpy grunts. Harry looked really in a bad mood and had a grudge against you, which you really didn't understand.

"What do you want?" he growled

"Show you the pictures Y/N took today ..."

"Can't this wait?"

"No, really, I would like you to see that." Sam insisted.

You felt like a little mouse, not knowing where to put yourself. You could feel the tension between the two brothers. Harry groaned again and then leaned towards you. Your hands were shaking a little, too worried to disturb your boyfriend's brother. Harry's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the photos. It was the guy .... The guy from earlier at the park. You swallowed hard

"I wasn't sure about the light ... are they good?"

"They are excellent" Sam said with a shit-eating smile ... "I think Harry took his breath away"

"Shut up, Sam."

Your eyes widened at the rudeness of the redhead. There really seemed to be an elephant in the room and you didn't understand. Tom magically walked into the room at just the right time. Harry inhaled and looked you straight in the eye.

"They are very good. Who is this?"

"My cousin and her fiancé! They got engaged this morning at the park!"

Tom froze, Harry swallowed and Sam had a "told you" look. Your boyfriend circled your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Harry… don't you have something to tell Y/N?" Sam asked seriously.

"What's going on?"

“I… listen Y/N” Harry started… “I'm so sorry. I… We went to the park with Tom and… and we saw you… with this guy. ..then he took out the ring and ... I thought. "

"That I was cheating on your brother?" you said, hurt.

"Yeah..."

You were hurt but you understood the misunderstanding. Anyone outside, like Harry and Tom had been, would have thought Andrew was proposing to you. But if they had stayed a little longer, they would have seen your cousin and the cutest proposal you have ever seen. Tom sighed and you looked up at him

"We're really sorry Y/N".

"I ... I understand, you wanted to protect your brother. But I love him ..."

You turned to Sam, your eyes full of love, a shy but sincere smile.

"I love you more than anything."

"Me too."

Harry and Tom felt too much of a sudden, they then disappeared into the garden where their parent was waiting for them, slightly puzzled, oblivious to the conversation that had just taken place. After a short kiss exchanged with your boyfriend, Sam laughed against your face.

"My brothers are stupid."

"Not at all ... I admire they want to protect you like this." You said

"So you don't blame them?"

"I'm hurt, but I can only admire the solidarity of the Holland brothers. You really have a solid Brothers trust"

Sam burst out laughing and pointed a finger at you, amused.

"Oh, oh, nice one! I love you."

"I love you too"

[protectgeorgeweasley]

Good evening,

I’ve recently gotten the urge to write a fanfic. One of the urges where I can’t help but tell a story and so far I’ve really enjoyed planning it out. If I end up putting it up on any platform it would be the first fic I’ve written.

My main worry when it comes to writing this story is that once the planning stage is over and I start writing that my spark of inspiration will disappear. As a writer, is there anything that you do that helps you keep your motivation up when you don’t particularly feel inspired or motivated to write?

P.S. as an only child who is also entering the stage of my life where I will be moving out of home within the next year your post from a bit ago was beautiful to read 💗

P.P.S. Lumos has quickly climbed into my top fics of all time. It is so lovely and has made me feel so many different emotions over the course of reading what has been put out there, you’re doing a great job! Try not to stress we are ready when you are! (Keep up the great work, sorry if that was a lot)

Have a good weekend!

I have very little idea of how long this has been sitting in my inbox, so I do apologize if you've been waiting for a while. <3

"My main worry when it comes to writing this story is that once the planning stage is over and I start writing that my spark of inspiration will disappear. As a writer, is there anything that you do that helps you keep your motivation up when you don’t particularly feel inspired or motivated to write?"

This is an excellent question. I'm about to speak on this as if I have some measure of authority, but please keep in mind that everything I know is based on occupying my own, fickle head. You might be very different.

A spark of inspiration is a key in the ignition of a car you are still learning to drive. [Each story is its own car, for the purposes of this analogy. There is a certain amount of relearning where the boundaries of the vehicle are, how to park in tight spaces, and how to maintenance it with every project.]

It is what propels you into motion, but it can't be the sole driver, or you'll run out of fuel. Here's where things get weird.

People are different. What motivates one person will be boring and a chore to another. You live in your own head. Take out a piece of paper and mark down five things that make you feel excited or engaged with work.

Here are some of mine in no particular order:

Friends who like to chat about it. [This doesn't have to be many people, and in my case, it's most often the same individual or two, but these people are vital in helping me process my thoughts and work through issues when I have them.]

Music

A sense of purpose [I find a purpose or two for what I'm writing, and I write for that purpose].

Workspace cohesion [odd, but I find it motivating when my reference materials/dictionaries/thesauruses and desk are all neat and tidy].

Experimentation and exploration [writing something new, trying something different, testing a technique, etc.]

Life [Going outside is important.]

Word smithery [harder to rely upon, but when a nice phrase comes together, I get a burst of excitement.]

There are certainly more, but those are just some examples. Those things help add fuel. Inspiration, if tended, can create more inspiration. The more you talk about it, work on it, and fight through blocks, the more ideas will come to you. When you see or hear something that fascinates you, turn that concept over in your head. Think about how that concept might look if presented differently. Consider what might happen to your characters if they faced something similar or related. Form a bank of textures, sounds, emotions, plants, animals. When a kitten hooks its claws into your favorite set of denims and you feel that mix of exasperation and affection--bottle it. Find a place to mark it all down.

Write down every idea you have. Even the ones that don't quite suit the project. There will be other things they might fit with in the future.

Read bad writing and read good writing. Pull apart your favorite stories and find out why you like them. Don't shy away from writing what you love. In fact, try to always write what you love. Leave the other things as you can to people who love them better.

Some people like to plan what they write in detail before they carry it out. Some people like to choose milestones that they connect--scenes they're looking forward to writing that are then stitched together with in-between bits. And some people function best by pants-ing through a plot and editing it later. There are pros and cons to each of these.

If you have lost the motivation to write after planning before, you might try one of the other methods. Sometimes, the joy of an initial exploration of something is enough to push you a good bit of the way through a solid first draft.

But it's not all that. There will inevitably come a time when you approach your writing and you have nothing, and you don't feel like digging for it or waiting for it to come to you.

That is when you sit down and write anyway. Even if it's rubbish, you have to think to yourself, "well, what logically comes next," and then you shovel gunk up into the shape of where you're going, and then the cogs get unstuck, and suddenly you're on your way.

*Important note on that last bit: sometimes, mental and emotional energy reserves grow too thin. In those cases, taking a bit of time to recharge is important. If you push too hard for too long, your engine will get upset at you, and suddenly a problem that might've been solved with an oil change is a lot more complicated and difficult to address.

But if you find yourself thinking, "I've had a break, I think I'm okay, really, and I'm still feeling stuck" sometimes the answer is just picking away at your keyboard until something happens. Put your music on [or don't], lock your phone in a box, and set a timer for fifteen to thirty minutes. Count your words at the end of it. That's a quantity of words you didn't have before [even if they are bad. Let them be bad. We don't care about that just now]. If you feel capable of another round, then go another round. If you feel like your brain is crawling out your eyelids, then step away from the computer and take a break to fold laundry or wash dishes or walk your dog. Think and talk aloud about the project as you go, if you can. Even if there's no one to speak back to you. It helps. This little exercise can help you stretch and relax into a more workable mindspace.

The mind is a muscle, and you have to train it like you do any other kind of sport. You can't expect yourself to run a marathon if you haven't trained for it properly. So, have patience with yourself, and celebrate every milestone. [Doubly so if you have a hard time focusing, or have little free time or emotional energy to spare].

Everyone will tell you to take time for yourself or to grit your teeth and write anyway. Recognize that you will have to learn to find that balance for yourself, and that you deserve to celebrate when you make smart choices, there.

Schedule your writing time, and put something fun to do after it. I highly recommend writing in sprints, as it takes the jagged teeth out of getting into a writing session you're intimidated by.

Also, sometimes, when it's been a while, things come slower than they once did. Sometimes you worry that you've used every word in the universe in every possible combination [which is certainly not true]. In those cases, look in the mirror, and say, "So what?" and keep going.

There are eight billion people in this world. Art is rarely original; originality is not what gives art value.

Connection does.

So that's my final tip: When overwhelmed, write what you'd like to read. There are certainly people who have similar tastes. You will write far more effectively for them than for a conceptual audience you do not understand but wish to impress.

Thank you so much for reading, and best of luck with your project!! <3<3<3

[persephoneflouwers]

196,193,189,187,186,176,171,150,148,147,146,143,141,104,101,92,88,87,84,83,81,75,66,58,55,31,30,45,20,16,18,5

I'm really sorry this is too long :((

No pressure answer the ones u want :)

Heeeeello! I��m gonna answer to all of them because you asked so nicely. I’m just 💘🦋💗💫💗💘🦋💗💘💫💗🦋💘

196: my eyes are Dark brown. Very dark brown

193: i’m not tall, not short. I guess Im average for my country haha 162 cm? 161 cm? 😭

189: the last book I read… are fics books? If so I’m currently reading this. Good one! This author never disappoints

187: my pet(s) <3

186: my (twin)sister :)

176: the mario interview cause someone on twt was saying that the little melody Harry sang when he was helping a fan coming out was the one from super mario hahaha was flashbacks

171: I don’t play any instruments. I did some music lessons at school (guitar and piano). Never really learnt though

150: ugh it depends! Probably Brunettes? Idk

148: winter

147: Fall 🍂

146: vanilla 💀

143: curlyyyyyyyy

141: Milk chocolate. Honestly I don’t think the whit chocolate is a chocolate AT ALL

104: what I think about the future… it is scary but also it gives you the chance to make your own choices and do better. Yes, it’s a lot of pressure, but it’s the only moment when you can actually do something to change things. We can’t change the past, you can kinda work on the present, but the future… is blank space and you own it. So make the best of it you know?

101: I saw my cousin back from London! He was there for a few months. It’s always nice to see him 💫

92: I havent proper piercings. Only my ears? I wanted the smiley when I was in high school but I was too prude to do it haha

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: the safety i guess

87: The last movie I saw was probably toy story hahah

84: People call me Angie now. I used to be “Angelì” back in high school haha i like both!

83: The most difficult thing to do is commitment. Dear god, it’s soooo hard for me. Diet, exercise, just… relationships. I don’t know what my problem is, but I really have troubles with long term things

81: My zodiac sign is Gemini. That probably explains answer to question number 83 haha

66: People that make you happy… my grandma for sure.

58: Im a brunette with a strong desire to dye my hair pink 😭

55: my dream vacation: I dream of travel again ANYWHERE.

31: my favourite Actor… my brain just forgot all the actors of the world. I cant choose

20: My fabourite Holiday is christmas! Can’t wait for my larry christmas tree!!

16: my favourite book is one called “la variante di luneberg”. It’s about chess players, one jew and one nazi, during the war. Very intense

18: I DONT DO SPORT, but… I like swimming so much.

5: my favourite colour is orange orange orange orange

Thank you for asking. I hope you have nice day 🧡

[revasserium]

hi rain!! hope you're doing well 💗💗

thank u darling! 

you write beautifully, o my goodness

aww thank youuuu <3 

Hi! Just wanted to ask if it was okay to send in a request?

hi love! requests are currently closed! but once they open up again, do feel free! 

Whenever I have a bad day or just want to spend some time in a specific kind of world, I find myself coming back to here. I always end up feeling better. Thank you 😊

you are so, so sweet and lovely <3 thank you so much! and i’m glad you enjoy my writing ! 

thank you so much for your sunset masterpiece with Kageyama !!!!

ahhh that one was fun to write ! im glad u liked it !!! 

so this is how summer ends breaks my heart😭😭💔💔 I enjoyed reading it nonetheless 🥺 - 🎏

hehehehhe idk i always rly like the angst ones?? they just hit dif ukno? but im glad that it made u feel some kinda way :D 

just want to tell you i adore your writing so much; probably my favorite in the hq fandom. i’m just a casual reader and lurker of fics, and i usually just leave a like since i’m quite shy. (idk where this came from since i write too and there’s nothing more i can enjoy than hearing from my readers) but i would like to tell you you’re amazing at what you do, and i can’t wait to see more of your works. sending you love! stay safe always.

thank you T^T it rly means a lot -- i know i’ve been gone, but coming back to these messages have been the light of my life <3 

just want to say i love every writing you have every posted and i hold a lot of them dear to my heart but your sugawara smut are the best ones in this entire site OH GODS i wish i could ask for more but i know you're already working hard to write all of these beautiful, breathtaking pieces so thank you for your hard work and please don't forget to take care of yourself! ♡

you all are TOO kind to me T^T take care of yourselves as well -- all my love darlings 

dropping by your inbox to give you a big hug and best wishes because you are awesome!

muah!!!! x 

hi rain, love you and hope you’ve been okay. miss you but take your time, will still be here when you feel ready to come back ❤️

all my kisses! im back now and better than ever hehee 

hi i love u and u inspire me sm, can i be 🎨 anon 👉👈

oh my lov ur too cute! <3 

hi rain, thinking of you today ❤️ miss you heaps but I hope you’re taking some well deserved time off for yourself :) remember that you are loved and you have deeply affected so many lives by your writing 🥺 xx

muah x 

hi rain, hope you’re doing well wherever you are in the world ❤️❤️ miss you loads, I read at least one story of yours every night haha helps me to relax :)

oh im so glad!!! :D 

you may not care, but i often check your blog if you have a new post or just answering any asks. your writing and also the way you answer questions is so eloquent . just wow.

i do care! i care a great deal <3 and ur message means the world and then some to me uwu thank u so much for taking the time my love 

Hey Rain! Make sure to take care, don't forget to drink water and eat something! I'm here to vent if you need it. -Emmy

<3 muah 

Your fics make me feel all warm and fuzzy. Every time I read them I feel like I'm cuddling a huge fluffy teddy bear or something. Your writing is so genuine and so deep, it's really inspirational!

thank youuuu im glad that u liked them T^T i promise i will strive to write more, even better fics in the future <3 

ya know I think about that ushijima fic you did about ice cream at the most inconvenient times of the day I tell you. god i just black out

yo HIGHKEY. ushijima. can like..... get it. 

hi! i just read 'even so' and i'm so in love with your writing so it's time to read all your works uwu if you can, try using google docs to write! it saves your history so you can go back if you lose something or want to go back to something you wrote. take care bub

im def gonna experiment with a ton of dif things to make sure that none of my writing gets lost in the future! :D 

i have no way to conjure my thoughts about universal truths. like it was truly a masterpiece. im sorry for my lack of feedback but my emotions can't be put into words on how im feeling.(although i think that's probably one of the best responses you can get from an audience) just know that you're doing fucking amazing and always inspiring me to write

ahhh thank you!!! 

I just want you to know I was reading everything u have ever put out for naruto & I am head over heels in love thanks bye ily

im legit head over heals in lov for naruto tho okay like hes MY FAV 

[starrysamu]

omfg it's me again (sorry) it's the next day and im still not over it so im back with another 😔😔 in your tags i think you said sth like you didnt like some parts and wanted to change some of it but when you were working on a certain chapter at that point of time, you were ALREADY doing the best you could with what you wanted to deliver. and as a reader, you did! you were able to convey the emotions, struggle, frustrations and all the hopes of wanting them to get back together. (1/3)

+ how they felt about the whole thing, trying to figure out their feelings nd working on it, the whole development. you always thank me for reading this series from the start but i should be the one thank YOU for sharing this masterpiece with all us which in turn allows me to follow along the journey, be it the story or with you as a writer. in the end it was one hell of a ride (in a gd way) nd i wouldn't have it any other way 🤧🤧 there's still an epilogue and Yes I Will Yell About It oops (2/3)

++ whatever else you put up in the future, i cant wait to see what you have in store for us. rlly proud of you and this series was an absolute JOY to read. i cant believe it's actually the end 🥺🥺🥺 might just have to reread it LOL this gna be my comfort fic from now on muacks muacks sending u all the love you've worked hard 💗💗💗💗💗 hope u dont mind if i drop by here and there in the future :^) (once again sorry 4 the spam im a mess still) (3/3)

GRRR STOP APOLOGIZING I LOVE IT WHEN YOU’RE HERE!

not gonna lie i read this before bed and cried a little but couldn’t form any coherent thoughts

i think reflecting on it, there are definitely things i would change stylistically, and probably even plot wise too! i felt uncertain about it a lot of the time, but i’m so so thankful that you and others were there to reassure me. it really really made this experience ... an experience, frankly. i’m so relieved to hear that it was still worth a read and that you could see where ? i was trying to go with it? it’s evident i still can’t form any coherent thoughts right now 

and i am always so so honored to have you here, screaming about it or quite ltierally anything else please come scream here this is a screaming safe space <3 i am so thankful like I REALLY DO SAY THIS EVERY TIME BUT I REALLY AM THANKFUL. i am not owed anything here as a writer or content creator, so words really can’t describe how grateful i am to have it mean something to people the same way it means something to me!  

[obitohno]

YOUR TAGSSS IWNIZJAIJSJSJW i can’t believe it’s your fav vampire fic, i’m about to start crying 🥺😭 TYSM LOVEEE!! your comments always lift up my day 🥺🧡💜🖤

alsooo HIII hope you’re doing well! how’s everything, any plans for NYE/NY?!

AND OMG LOVE THE NEW THEMEEE! i also changed my theme to pink so we’re both starting the new year with pink themesss!!🥺💗

pls, it’s so so so good, i wish that i could read it for the first time, over n over ;-; you don’t have to thank me at all, though! i’ve loved reading all of your works so far, n i truly can’t wait to read more in the future <3

we’re having a quiet one this year! we’ve been quite busy visiting family this christmas, so i’m glad to stay at home for new years, bc i’m exhausted >.< i hope that you have a lovely celebration, with whatever you do! stay safe!

n eee, i saw yours the other day, n it’s so, so cute! i spent ages trying to edit mine to make sure that the colours matched, so hopefully it doesn’t look off, but yours is so pretty, i adore it sm! <3

[sankyeom]

hi belle ! just wanted to let you know that personally i never felt exclusivity from your social media aus:) i can’t ever picture myself as y/n while reading any story lol but i love how you think it’s so important and that you would want to improve that in your future works. can’t wait to read them💗

~🤍

i personally can never picture myself as y/n when i’m reading either, but i hope that i can do better for all the people that do!!

thanks for the love and support 🥺💛

[mintyisms]

💗 Powerpuff Girls S3 Sentence Starters -- Part 1 of 2 💗

Well, look who showed up. How wonderful.

Why don’t you just run along and play with your little dollies?

You will once again be able to safely purchase your Frank Sinatra long-playing discs!

Don’t worry. My plans always work.

It’s just a flying has-been.

I’m, uh, gonna shoot bullets at it now.

So you think you can just roll into town and start vaporizing everything in sight?!

This is a happy and peaceful place and folks here don’t take kindly to this type of behavior.

At this time, all we can do is wait for our tragic, inevitable doom.

You need to turn this hair-don’t into a hair-do. Understand?

But still, I do look really stupid!

Here we are. Looks nice and safe.

Look at that. It’s got a bathroom right there in the kitchen!

Let me tell you some words.

Do you realize you did over THREE MILLION DOLLARS in property damage to that bridge?!

I will be sitting you babies, which means you will listen to me!

This food stinks!

Why don’t we sing a bunny rabbit song?

If I were a fish, I would SCREAM! SCREAM! SCREAM!

Aren’t you gonna read us a story?

I will tell you my favorite story about the greatest conqueror who ever lived: Napoleon!

It’s Saturday! Can’t a girl get some sleep?

It’s mayhem! And someone’s taken advantage of the confusion and robbed the bank!

Now, see here. I’ve been drinking my tea. Earl Grey, hot.

There’s nothing wrong with me! Don’t make me come over there!

When you see the light, any light at all, raise your hand.

I don’t need these stupid glasses to be at one hundred percent. I can see just fine.

Oh, I get it. You’re too cool to talk to a dork like me, right?

Like giving candy to a baby.

You want? You want? You want? What about what I want?

What about honor, truth, and morality?

It’s no fair. If we do good, we’ll be bad. And we’ll have to be bad if we want to be good.

You robbed me blind! I should have you arrested!

I bet you’re wondering what all of your things are doing out in the yard.

Man, I am never gonna have kids.

See? He’s harmless.

Looks like he might actually turn over a new leaf.

You know, I’m up for a promotion any day now.

No, no, you can keep that. Little souvenir for you.

Whaddya know? I guess acid can’t hurt us.

I’m busy drawing up new tactical maneuvers.

Hold it! We’re not pulling no G-Thirty-Seven!

You don’t want to do it the proper way, then you don’t do it!

You couldn’t beat an egg with one of those moves!

We like our town very, very much, and I would appreciate it if you would just. . .leave. 

He couldn’t be THAT stupid, could he?

I have studied the footage of my caper very carefully, and I have discovered the fatal flaw in my plan!

Now look at that. Obeying.

Oh wait, I remember this. . .this part is stupid. We don’t have to watch it.

In the unlikely even of any future butt-biting I have thoroughly prepared myself!