#not sure if I'll have the spoons for drafts today

[helluva-hazbins]

[spectersgirl]

i love love love any and all domestic harvey specter posts. i have pots which causes me to faint sometimes (but i love the attention so it’s whatever). what would it look like if harvey had a wife with pots? much love xx

"but i love the attention" I am CRYING LMAO

I actually had to research this a bit because I've heard of it but didn't really know what it was. if anyone else is curious, this is the article I read!

I'm sorry this is so late, I really didn't know where I was going with this so I just had it rotting in my drafts

I hope you enjoy it, I probably was not super accurate but I tried!

Tough Days

Harvey Specter x Reader

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The morning sunlight streamed through flowy white curtains as Harvey Specter woke up to find you already stirring in bed. He blinked away the remnants of sleep, taking a moment to appreciate your beauty.

"Morning, gorgeous," Harvey greeted, his voice warm with affection as he propped himself up on an elbow.

You smiled softly, though there was a hint of exhaustion in your eyes. "Morning, handsome."

He could tell it was going to be one of your tough days. You had been diagnosed with POTS a few years ago, and while you and Harvey had learned to manage it together, some days were still more challenging than others.

"Need anything?" Harvey asked, already shifting into protective husband mode.

"Just some water and maybe breakfast in bed?" You replied with a faint grin, voice laced with tiredness.

"Consider it done." Harvey slipped out of bed, tucking the duvet around you and dropping a kiss onto your forehead before heading to the kitchen.

He returned with a tray bearing a glass of water, a bowl of oatmeal, and a side of fruit. Setting it down carefully, he made sure everything was within your reach. Harvey sat on the edge of the bed, watching you eat.

"How are you feeling today?" he asked gently, concern visible on his face.

You sighed, setting the spoon down. "Dizzy and fatigued, but I'll manage."

"You shouldn't have to 'manage'" Harvey said firmly. "You've got me."

You smiled gratefully, reaching out to take his hand. "I know, and I'm thankful for that every day."

Harvey leaned over, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. "Let's take it easy today. I'll cancel my morning, we'll just relax and take care of you."

You snuggled closer to Harvey, feeling the warmth of his presence soothing you. But suddenly, a wave of dizziness swept over you, and your vision blurred. Before you could even voice a warning, the room spun, and your strength wavered. You struggled to sit up, gasping for breath.

"Y/N?" Harvey's voice was laced with worry as he noticed the change in your demeanor. In an instant, he was upright at your side, steadying you.

"I'm okay," you managed, though your words were shaky.

But before you could finish the sentence, the world tilted, and everything went dark.

Panic surged through Harvey as he caught his wife, your body slumping against him. "Y/N! Hey, baby, stay with me," he urged, laying you gently on the bed.

Your eyelids fluttered weakly as consciousness returned. You blinked, disoriented and weak, trying to focus on Harvey's concerned face.

"Easy, take deep breaths," he coached, his voice calm despite the worry etched on his features.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, feeling embarrassed and frustrated by your body's betrayal.

Harvey shook his head gently. "No apologies. You don't have to apologize for something you can't control."

He quickly ran to get a cold towel and placed it on your forehead, helping you sit up slowly. He monitored your pulse and made sure you were comfortable, something he'd done countless times before on days like this.

"You scared me for a second there," Harvey admitted softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

You managed a weak smile. "Sorry you have to deal with that."

"Don't be ridiculous," Harvey replied firmly. "You're my priority, always."

He stayed by your side, ensuring you had fully recovered before he even considered leaving you alone. As you regained your strength, you felt grateful for Harvey's unwavering support.

"Thank you for being here," you murmured, leaning into his comforting presence.

"For you, always," Harvey assured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

As the morning passed, Harvey stayed by your side, making sure you had everything you needed. He adjusted the room temperature, brought your favorite books, and even ran a warm bath to help ease your discomfort.

"You're spoiling me today," you teased as Harvey helped you into the bath.

He chuckled softly. "With everything you do for me all the time, it's the least I can do."

Once you were settled, Harvey stayed close, chatting about anything and everything to keep your mind off the discomfort. He'd perfected this art, knowing when to distract you and when to let you rest.

Later in the evening, as you settled back into bed, feeling a bit better, you looked at Harvey with gratitude in your eyes. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," he assured, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I'll always be here, taking care of you."

And as they curled up together, you felt a wave of love and appreciation wash over you for the man next to you. He always put you first and made sure you were taken care of, and while this felt unnatural to you at first, you'd learned to stop fighting it and just let him care for you.

[thevampsworld96]

Tender Care - BWS

Hey everyone, I hope you're doing well today and having a good, long Easter weekend. Here is something I wrote and has been sitting on my draft for a few days now, but hers, it is, and I hope you enjoy this one, and I hope you all have a great Monday stay safe.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

You sad beside him in your shared bedroom while glancing down at him looking very concerned wondering when he will feel better. A few days ago, your Brad was bursting with energy jumping on to the stage, giving all he got, but today, he was confined to his bed battling a nasty, heavy cold and a coug. You came from the kitchen with a tray of hot chicken soup for him as he had no appetite, but you made sure that he was eating.

"Hey Brad, how are you feeling?" You asked him while placing the tray on the nightstand, then sitting next to him.

"I feel as if I have been hit by a tuck, love," he says to you with his horse voice and coughing, which was a very chesty cough.

He tried sitting up, but he felt weak and vulnerable. That's when you helped him place a pillow behind him and wrapped him with a blanket.

"Poor thing here I have made some chicken soup," you say to him.

"Thanks, love, but I'm not hungry," says Brad.

"Come on now, baby, you haven't eaten anything in hours. How in the hell are you going to get better if you don't eat come it will make you feel better" you calmly argued back with him and gave him a sad smile you hated seeing him so unwell and frail.

"Fine, I'll eat Y/N," He said to you, realising you were right, and so he agreed to eat.

You placed the tray on the bed you saw how weak and pail he looked, and you disliked it, so you took the spoon from him and started feeding him slowly and patiently. He coughed a few times, but you had a water glass with you, helped him take a few sips. Resumed feeding, and after a few minutes, he was done.

"Thank you so much for that love. I appreciate you doing this, but I hate being a burden, " he says to you while taking your hands in his.

"Yoour welcome and no your not a burden your unwell and I want to take good care of you cause I love you" you say to him while cupping his face feeling how warm he was and he was burning up.

"And I love you, but that should be my job taking care of you Y/N" he says to you while holding on to your hand.

"You're burning up, brad. Hold tight, I'm going to get a cold compress, " you say to him while placing your hand on his forehead while running back to the kitchen.

You came back and sat down next to him while you helped him to lay back on the pillow. You grabbed a towel from the nightstand and dampened the towel while dipping it in the water and slowly dabbing it onto his forehead a couple of times to cool down the fever.

"I wish you didn't have to do this," Brad says to you with his horse voice.

"Hey, don't say that. You're allowed to be sick, Brad. Just focus on getting better, love. That's all that really matters to me, " you say to him while gently dabbing the damp cloth on his forehead.

"You're amazing, you know that? I'm so lucky to have you by my side during this time, " He says

You smiled while brushing his hair from his forehead.

"I just want you to feel better. You're my rock, Brad, and you mean everything to me, " you say to him.

While talking to you, I watched as Brad slowly drifted to sleep. You sat beside him, watching him like his guardian angel. That is what he called you. Your love for him was unwaving even more in sickness.

After a few hours, you got yourself ready for bed. You got undress in to your pyjamas slowly without making another sound as you didn't want to wake up Brad. You slowly then got into bed, placing your hand on his forehead again, still warm.

Now you were in bed with him, and you got comfortable and relaxed while being as quiet as possible and laid your head down on your pillow. Brad knew you were coming in as you wrapped your arms around him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, baby." You say to him.

"Don't worry about it, I'm glad to have you in bed with me because I don't know what I'd do without you, Y/N. Im ao glad you're here with me. Please don't let go of me. I want to he wrapped inside your loving arms, baby, "

He says to you while pulling you close towards his hot body you do as he says, wrapping your arms around under duvet cover.

"I will never let go of you, I will always be here now sleep baby"

You said to him, and the both of you fell asleep in each other's arms. You kissed his forehead, pushing away his brown curls as you lifted off...

[discotenny]

More Sasara stuff please I am on my knees give us the funky little comedian

Just for u anon I'll finish the Sasara fluff thoughts in my inbox <3

Based heavily on this fanart of MCD by kogasitata on Twitter and the way they drew his arms made me 🙈🙈🙈 I couldn’t get the Sasara arms out of my head

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Sasara Nurude is a big spoon.

Those arms of his? The ones that were used to whack people with metal pipes back in his Ikebukuro days? The ones that would hold back the full wrath of Samatoki? The ones that drag his friends around by the sleeves and shoulders with no issue?

Those arms are meant to HOLD.

They’re meant to be wrapped around your stomach as he lays on top of you. They’re strong, oh they’re strong. They hold you protectively, because Sasara needs to make sure his current reality isn’t too good to be true. He breathes in your scent until it’s the only thing he can register. He wants the sound of your heartbeat to blend into his own.

They’re meant for you to run your fingers along as you rest in bed- tracing and squishing as you go. Sasara's lips are soft as he plants kisses on your neck from behind. As you pinch his skin he nibbles on your neck in turn. When you tickle him lightly you feel the smile on your skin, a chuckle reverberating from his chest onto the entirety of your back.

Nighttimes are when he's most quiet. Where the only things he says are whispers of sickly sweet loving words and whimpers and chuckles to whatever teasing you may give. His arms tighten around you whenever he makes a sound, ever so slightly to let you know the effect you have on him.

And when he falls asleep they still hold you, cause he doesn't want another person he loves to slip out of his hold, especially someone as precious to him as you are.

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Whenever I write for Sasara I always wanna turn it into angst JDKSJDFSAJ. Part three of ex fiance Sasa au when??

This has been in my drafts for a while and in my head for longer. Thank u for requesting anonny !!! Have a good day today @>@

[malka-lisitsa]

I want an AU where Human Katherine died and she haunts the shit out of one of the gang about it. Like the hunter curse but shes just a real and very angry and sassy ghost.

In other news my motivation is so LOW I had to fight to get out of bed today. But I must remain active and force my haters to see me thrive in the worst circumstances. So Im here. Not sure how much Katherine will work with me on. She saw drafts and said fuck you. So. I guess I'll work on some asks.

I have a bunch of positivity asks to do. REMINDER- that I said SELECTIVELY so if I don't do yours don't get offended. Doesn't mean I don't have nice things to say just means I don't have the spoons to put words on that ask.

I'm tired man.

And Im SICK of seeing DUMP SUPPORTERS say "we could all use a little positivity right now" like youre not the fuckers that caused this. Shut the fuck up. You don't get to smile and pretend to be kind while you support that fuck. It DOES matter who you vo.ted for it literally defines you as a person. You are NOT a good person. At the very least you're an IDIOT that didn't understand what he said while the rest of us were trying to scream at you the reality. Stop acting so nice. You pointed a loaded gun at us with a smile. Literally fuck you.

[sabrielartblog]

August 19 2024

Feeling...small today. I've been making progress on the comic working technically, but not artistically. There's about 22 pages scripted, around 66 panels drafted for storyboarding. The movement of my Magicposer images into comic page drafts is steppy, that means I have to do a few pages at a time when I have the spoons.

I started drafting a werewolf story as well, but I don't know if that will end up as a comic or written item yet. I don't know how to draw wolves, so I'll have to learn that and come up with a werewolf design I like it goes comic.

I am still not sure what to do with my MASH work. I feel like I'm slowing down, and I'm scared to, because I often stop when I get discouraged. I have steps that are overdue, things I should have nailed down by now that aren't finished.

[galaxofmuses]

// okay I queued up a few drafts but I'll reply more next week for sure, just sort of have some low spoons today cuz I did a really long stream last night. I'm gonna be busy this weekend since I got to take care of things and spending time with my friends as well.

[bardic-tales]

4.17.23

I must apologize for the lack of writing updates. My husband has been sick for the past week, and I have been trying so hard not to come down with it.

I knew if I did, then I would have zero spoons. Well, three days ago, I did come down with it. I have slept most of the past few days. Today is the first day where I felt like I well enough to write.

Author’s commentary:

I am still working on the last two days of Rachel's short story challenge.

So far, I only wrote 390ish words on the short story today. I divided my time between this and a fan fiction flash fiction that I'll be releasing on 4.20.

I was trying to think of a way to write myself out of the hole I dug myself in Chapter 5. The solution was to weave a flashback scene between the protagonist and love interest into Chapter 6. I do like to include such scenes but not devote a whole chapter to them.

Snippet: tw: mention of a death and reference to a child's death.

As always, this is my trash draft. There will be grammar issues and sometimes incorrect grammar. It is unpolished.

“Are you sure we can afford it?” Ellen asked Maureen. She placed her arm over the back of the bench and rested her hand on her lover’s shoulder.

Maureen nodded. She lost her sister when she was a wee babe, the pain of the lost bore a deep hole into her soul and no matter how much Ellen tried to make her feel whole, she realized early in their relationship she couldn’t. That was something that Maureen needed to come to terms. Ellen could only support her.

Even in death, Maureen continued to support her girlfriend. She tried to send out emails to her girlfriend’s family, and only some would attend. Maureen’s mother and father immediately phoned Ellen and told her that they were coming up from Galway to bury their only child.

How would she tell them about their grandson? She couldn’t think straight, and she knew they would expect to see Donagh. She didn’t have the heart to tell them about their favorite grandson’s disappearance.

“Mam and daidi will be overjoyed with a baby,” Maureen smiled. “They have asked me when we were thinking of having a wee one running around.”

“They haven’t even met me yet, Mauri.” Ellen turned towards her and wondered when her girlfriend was going to tell them about her. She didn’t want to push her as she didn’t know what type of people the Lynch family were. Would they accept their relationship for what it was?

[sophiemess]

MORNING MOMENTS

pairing(s): post-timeskip fukunaga, hinata, & akaashi (separately) x gn! reader

tags: some cute morning fluff, bad pickup lines

warnings: minor food mention in hinata & akaashi

a/n: oh to be the lover of timeskip hinata shoyo anyway this has been sitting in my drafts for months so i finally posted it i'll try to write more often i Swear

it’s a familiar day—shohei is singing in the shower like he always is, and you’re standing at the bathroom counter brushing your teeth, watching the mirror steam up. his singing is horrible in possibly every way possible but you’re positive there’s a smile on his face behind the white shower curtain.

“shohei,” you sigh as he takes another breath to start up, pausing abruptly.

“yes? you don’t need to compliment my singing, thank you, it’s a given.”

you snort, toothpaste falling into the sink. “yeah, whatever floats your boat. anyway, what color clothes are you wearing today? i want to coordinate them.”

shohei smacks his lips loudly. “mmmm, wow, fancy. i’m thinking about wearing some fulvous with eburnean, maybe a hint of amaranth while i’m at it? or i can throw in some xanadu and spice it up a bit.”

“you don’t know what any of those mean, do you.”

“no, not in the slightest. how about yellow?”

“yellow is fine.” although, you think, he does look best in pink. i mean, then again, what doesn’t he look good in? and before you can stop them, the thoughts: “you’re handsome in every color.”

he chuckles and even though he can’t see you you throw your hands over your eyes. holy crap that was embarrassing.

“that’s cute,” he giggles. shohei only giggles—he doesn’t really laugh. “can i use your soap?”

“use your own, heathen.”

“i can’t believe you’re divorcing me.”

you roll your eyes with a smile. “you are so extra.”

then there’s a deep sigh, “how dare you. i’m so heartbroken i’m going to use your soap anyway.”

you wash your toothbrush and can’t help beaming as you pull the shower curtain back just enough to smack a kiss onto his lips, which taste strongly of water. he freezes up and he doesn’t even laugh as you open the bathroom door to leave. so instead you do the chuckling for him:

“who’s the cute one now?”

finally you hear his laughter, “that was a horrible line.”

he’s right, but you weren’t even trying to be funny; you really just wanted to hear him laugh.

shoyo wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your ear over the buzz of the coffee machine. “good morning, meu amor,” he hums, tussling your hair. “lazy day, hm?”

“good morning, and, well, for you, maybe,” you step back into his arms to peck his cheek, glancing over his sleep-ridden outfit; a white shirt with plaid pajama pants, his bright orange hair messy and spiky. there’s still some sleep in the corner of his eyes, which you wipe with your thumb. “i’m going for a walk. it’s a nice morning.”

shoyo lets go and steps back, looking over your outfit with a dazed smile. his eyes linger on your legs, accentuated by your pants, and you give him a playful whack. “no staring,” you joke. “i have a husband.”

“hey,” he whines, following you (who’s chuckling) to the cabinet and tucking his face into the space between your neck and shoulder. “i am the husband—doesn’t that count for anything?”

your laugh is punctured by a, “no.”

“unbelievable. your coffee’s done.”

you pour it into two cups, one for him and one for you, making sure to throw in the thousand spoonfuls of sugar he can barely function without. he takes it from you and sips it, closing his eyes appreciatively. “thanks!”

“you’re welcome. gonna head out, okay, baby?”

shoyo winks as he takes your place at the counter. “i’ll have breakfast waiting when you come back.”

keiji is asleep face-down on his desk when you find him, manuscript open on his laptop and cursor blinking. you chuckle and shake his shoulder, setting the fresh cup of tea next to him. “huh?” your husband jumps awake, eyes taking a second to recognize your blurry albeit smiling form, but he gives you a sleepy beam once he recognizes you. “oh, good morning, love.”

“good morning,” you plant a kiss on his forehead and he hums, picking up the tea and sipping it delicately. “did you have a good sleep?”

“terrible, actually. my back hurts.”

you ruffle his hair with one of your hands and reach behind him to lightly massage his back through his tanktop, feeling the curve of his spine and to which he lets out a deep breath at. “maybe if you’d stop working until one am, you could sleep in a normal position and not kill your back,” you tease, although it’s partly a genuine suggestion.

“sorry,” he says sheepishly. “i’ll try not to anymore, love, you know i do.”

“aw, keiji, i was just kidding,” you laugh at the blush that spreads across his face and kiss his cheek, sliding his glasses up onto his face. he blinks, your beautiful face suddenly becoming visible, and he can’t help a lovesick smile. no wonder he got married to you. he feels dizzy with love whenever he sees your eyes.

“want breakfast?” you ask, helping him up. he cracks his back as he stands, and you can’t help admiring all the little details about his appearance—the age marks on his shoulders, the little freckles that litter his chest, the stretch marks on his armpits. you’ve fallen in love with perfection; he hasn’t become any less perfect since you met him all those years ago.

“only if i get to help you make it,” keiji smiles, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “french toast?”

you nod in agreement, kissing his hand, “french toast.”

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[janchei]

(Writing this a second time, because Tumblr ate the first draft. Since english isn't my mothers tongue, please bear with my incoherent ramblings.)

My Athanasia - Plötzlich Prinzessin Collectors Edition arrived today and I wanted to share some pictures. Sorry for the low quality, I am kind of in a rush getting to the Vet to pick up my guinea pigs lol

What does it look like?

The cover is fully removeable and coloured in a nice dark green. The title is written in golden letters and a picture of Athanasia when she first meets Ijekiel is in the center.

I have to say, it does feel a bit cheap, which is annoying because it costs 30€. I'd have expected for the lid to be solid cardboard with the Art printed on - that's not the case. The art is "folded around" and glued on. It's still nice, but for the price of, and I have to say it again, 30€, I am a bit salty about this.

Now, to the question everyone actually wants to know:

What's inside?

Nine cards! That's probably the reason why amazon listed the Collectors Edition as Cards Edition!

The cards show various characters of the Manhwa. I paired them like this because I thought it fits, but I am not sure if that one character is Lili or Penelope. I think it's Lili, but since I could pair the other ones so nice you all have to pretend it's Penelope now. Or maybe Lili had a little swing our little Edgelord and Jen is now their love child lol

The back is of the same green and pattern as the lid of the box. The Manhwa's name is written in golden letters in the top center.

As with the lid, I am a bit disappointed with the quality of the cards. Don't get me wrong, they do look absolutely georgeus (and that's what's important in the end, I suppose) but they are kind of... wobbly. I'd have wished for them to be a bit more solid to the touch.

I think it's the first time I've seen some of these pictures but I think I always miss some stuff, so maybe they are all already well known. I'll try to scan them later, but my scanners app hates me and always crashes when I hit save :)

That's not all there is in the Box though! There are two nice and heavy (yay!!) Acrylic stands of Athanasia and Claude! They aren't very big but they look and feel nice. I think they are the same as they were in another Collectors Edition, but I will have to check Spoons Instagram Account to confirm.

One picture below - and Yeah, I didn’t take them out yet. Sue me.

What else is new?

Nothing, actually. Just like the first Volume, the second Volume is really heavy. Maybe a bit too heavy, but really, I'm not complaining about some good quality paper and colours.

I took some pictures from the Cover of the Manhwa itself, from the first page (I so love the tree and leaf theme going on with this volume).

But!!! We have a new in-between-chapter-Art!!

[starlightxsvt]

Home | k.mg

pairing ➳ businessman!mingyu x female!reader

genre ➳ strangers to lovers, romance, slice of life, angst, fluff, gets spicy at the end

word count ➳ 5.6k (apx)

warnings ➳ cursing, reader is really indecisive, heavy makeout, implications of sexual activity.

synopsis ➳ an attractive stranger visits your cabin for a week with whom you quickly bond, developing some strong feelings in the process; leaving you to wonder if he's worth leaving everything behind.

A/N: henlooo~ I finally posted! This has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I didn't really feel like writing for a while, hence the delay. I hope y'all enjoy this piece and please don't forget to leave some feedback! It really motivates me :)

A cool gust of wind blew by as you finished typing your last column, leaving a soothing feeling behind as you exhaled loudly. It was hard to finish this piece of writing for some reason, maybe because you lacked inspiration or maybe because your life had been monotonous for a while or simply, a mix of both. Closing your laptop you stretch your hands and legs, feeling somewhat productive. Humming a tune, you looked out the window to see a Lamborghini come to a halt at the entrance.

It piqued your interest because it's not often that people riding Lamborghini come in this cabin so genuinely you're interested in the visitor. You shifted in your chair, waiting for the man to come upstairs to the reception and sure enough a tall- really tall man dressed in a neatly pressed suit appears into your view, briskly walking towards the reception where Chan stood to greet him. You could not get a good look at his face as he moved around quickly, grabbing his small carry on and heading towards his cabin after the formalities.

You watched his tall frame walking away as you got up from your seat and moved towards Chan.

"Who is he?"

"Kim Mingyu," Chan explained, resting his arms on the reception table." A millionaire, owns a lot of companies. No wonder he looked familiar."

"Oh, really? How long is he staying?"

"He has booked for five days. Said he might extend his stay."

"I see."

"Why are you so curious though?" Chan raised a brow at you, tilting his head to a side.

"Nothing." You shrugged. "He just has different vibes than the other people that come here you know?"

Chan hummed in agreement.

-

There was never much visitors during the rainy season which was both a blessing and a curse. Blessing because that meant the cabin was less hectic and curse because sometimes you are bound to get a bit too bored. You were helping yourself with a cup of tea to somewhat feel re-energised when your newest and the only guest for the week appeared from his cabin, padding through the corridor and stepping into the common kitchen area. You were taken aback for a moment before you composed yourself and smiled at your guest, "Good morning, Mr. Kim. May I help you with anything?"

"Mingyu, please," the tall male replied while scanning the kitchen area. "You're the owner right? What's the food arrangement here?"

"Well, our guests generally cook for themselves or order takeout. When there are many guests I sometimes do the cooking."

Nodding, he hummed before putting in a capsule in the cappuccino machine. You took a seat by the window, tea in your hand as you watched the male move around like he knew this place. Dressed in his pajamas and judging by the fluffy mess that his hair was you assumed he had a good night's sleep.

"I hope you had a pleasant night, Mr- Mingyu." You said to your guest who had whipped out a pan from the cupboard and was making omelette. "Yes, surprisingly so. Normally I have trouble falling asleep but I slept like a baby last night," he casually conversed as he prepared his breakfast.

You smiled, "Well, I'm glad to know that. If you need anything let my staffs or me know."

"Sure. Oh- I didn't get your name though." Mingyu turned to meet your eyes.

"___," you smiled.

"___, okay."

-

"This is gonna be a rainy week," Hoshi said from behind you as he stood holding a tub of fresh soil for the plants in the backyard of the cabin. You sat on your knees, eyeing the plants which needed their soil changed.

"Yeah? Well, good thing there isn't much guests now."

"I think there should be, I mean it's so pretty here during the rain too. People need to look at it themselves." Hoshi complained.

"Well, most people don't like going out in the rain. Pass me the soil, Hoshi. Let's get this finished before the shower starts."

Hoshi handed you the tub of soil as the sky above started growling, full of thick black clouds. It was gonna start raining soon.

Hoshi spoke, "Oh, Mr.Kim, Mingyu you know, asked me about the beach by the marketplace. Apparently he wants to visit so he asked me if I was free to show him around."

"And let me guess, you aren't?" You rolled your eyes.

Soonyoung pouted, "No! Well I would have given him a tour today if the weather wasn't so bad. And my friends are coming tomorrow, so I'll be busy then."

"Wait- you're friends are coming?" You turned, glaring at the boy who smiles sheepishly, "Oh! Um- I didn't tell you? Well they're only staying for a couple of days and it's not like they're staying for free."

"Well, make sure they clean after themselves okay? If I see them trashing all over the place like last time, I'm kicking you out with them." You gave him a pointed look.

"Okay okay," Hoshi rolled his eyes, puffing his cheeks. "Just- take the CEO out on a tour tomorrow for me okay? I haven't seen my friends in a long time."

"Alright, I will...if the weather is good which probably won't be." You sighed, gently removing the old soil.

Hoshi mused about Mingyu, "Bummer for him, he came in a wrong time. It's weird, no? We don't have such guests like him."

"Yeah," you hummed, focused on handling your roses.

-

Hoshi's friend, Seokmin and Seungkwan appeared early in the morning next day as you watched Hoshi vibrate from happiness when he hugged them. You smiled to yourself, laughing at at the antics of your staff as you saw him guide his friends into their cabin. The day was once again filled with dark clouds and raining which occurred every other hour. You and Chan cleaned up and completed some chores as the noon fell.

"Should I cook something up for them?" You wondered as Chan finished cleaning the common space of the first cabin.

"Nah, Seokmin hyung is cooking for them. He's a pretty good cook actually."

"Really? That's nice." You said pulling up a chair to sit down. "Are you gonna join them? Hoshi has been with his friends since they came."

"Yeah, probably. You should join us too."

"No, I think I'm gonna take a nap. I feel so tired."

"Alright."

You watched as Chan climbed down the stairs and stepped towards the second cabin where everyone else was. You were about to head to your room when the CEO, Mingyu appeared in the kitchen.

"Oh, hello."

"Hi."

"I haven't seen you since morning," you said watching as Mingyu poured himself a glass of water.

"Yeah, I woke up early today, went for a jog."

"Ah, I see."

"Couldn't go far though, the weather sucks you know." He said leaning against the kitchen top.

"Yeah. But I heard that it should get better from tomorrow. I could show you around if you want to. Hoshi, my staff, is going to busy for a while so I can guide you around."

"Really? That would be cool." Mingyu smiled. There was a small stretch of silence as you both listened to the rainfall before he spoke, "Have you had lunch?"

"Uh-no."

"Would you like to join me?" He asked "This is the longest time I've been alone and it feels a bit weird," he murmured more to himself than you.

"I mean- I don't mind," you shrugged. "Though I should be the one doing it."

"It's okay. People say I am a good cook," Mingyu smiled, his eyes crinkling.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to see."

-

It was weird how comfortable you felt watching Mingyu being clumsy and bump into things as he prepared your meal. It felt like you've been doing this forever- like you've known him forever and you thought to yourself what was suddenly wrong with you. He made small talk as he cooked and it felt easy talking with him- almost impossible to believe that he was stranger. He was friendly and easy to get along with, definitely not a cold and grumpy businessman like you imagined him to be.

Mingyu grinned as he set down the food in front of you- chicken soup, rice and cheese omelette. His eyes twinkled excitedly as he watched you take a bite, waiting for you to say something.

"What are you? A part time chef or something?" You tried not to moan as you chewed because it was that good. Mingyu laughed- a sweet, shy laugh that had his canines showing and his eyes forming crescents. "Thank you. I learned from my mom. I like cooking for myself when I get the time which is not often," he smiled- almost sadly.

"Well, you can cook for me all you want as long as you're here because this is amazing!" You grinned at him, cheeks puffed with food.

Mingyu chuckled softly as he dug in and you both started eating. It felt nice, to talk to someone new and spend time with them, someone other than Chan or Hoshi. It was a nice change- a change you probably needed for a while.

"So...What brings you here?" You asked as you finished your food, setting down the spoon and leaning back into the chair. Mingyu who was still eating, looked at you with a perplexed expression so you spoke, "I mean...we don't generally have guests like you. And it's not even a good time to visit...so I was wondering what brought you here?"

"Guests like me? What does that mean?"

"I mean...rich, okay?" You fumbled, feeling awkward. Maybe you shouldn't have asked. "Like...there are fancier places to visit, you know..."

Mingyu smiled at your words for a moment before he deadpanned, "I'm running away."

"Running away?" You gasped, almost jumping from your seat, "From who? The cops?"

"It would have been better but no, my family," he said, his voice as serious as ever.

"Oh...I see," you fell quiet. It definitely wasn't the answer you expected. You both remained silent for a while as he started out the window, lost in thoughts. "It must have been really bad if you're hiding out here." You spoke softly.

"It has always been," he mumbled. "I just couldn't take it anymore, you know? I desperately needed a break," he spoke more to himself than you. Instead of prodding further, you sat quietly, watching him and listening to his words. Seeing him now, he definitely looks troubled and you didn't exactly have the words to console him.

So you whispered, "Well, I hope it gets better."

-

Later that night, you find Hoshi and his friends and Chan preparing for a bonfire in the front yard of the cabin.

"Wow, you all are really having fun, no?" You said as you fisted your hands in your pockets from the chilly weather. The air was colder than other nights and everyone including you had put on some warm clothes.

"You wanna join us?" Seokmin asked as he stacked logs on top of each other.

"Nah, it's fine. You four carry on," you patted his back as you started walking back towards the cabin and saw Chan and Hoshi coming out with some boxes in their hands.

"Hey! There are marshmallows in the kitchen cabinet if you want.... nevermind," you finished as you saw beer cans and soju bottles in their hands.

"We're gonna get drunk baby!" Soonyoung yelled, grinning like a fool.

"Hyung, you look drunk already," Chan gave him a side look as they trudged towards the bonfire.

Laughing at their antics you climbed the stairs to the kitchen, preparing some hot chocolate for yourself. Holding the mug on one hand you knocked on the door to Mingyu's room, checking up on him since you haven't seen him since lunch.

The door opened revealing Mingyu in a baggy shirt and pajamas, his hair fluffy and messy.

"Hey," you chriped. "Wanted to check up on you. You wanna join the others in the bonfire?"

"Nah, I'm good. I've been watching them from the balcony." He smiled, his pointy canines showing.

"Oh, I see."

"You wanna come in? I've been getting lonely." He offered, moving away from the door to make space for you.

"Uh- I don't mind," you murmured, surprised that he asked you to come in. You tentatively stepped in and it was fair to say that you were surprised to see the room neat and pristine as most guests kept their room messy.

He ushered you into the balcony, which had a great view of your yard and the forest behind. You saw others laughing loudly as Soonyoung acted something out. Mingyu's voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"You didn't join them?"

"Nah, they can get too loud sometimes," you chuckled, taking a seat on the bench. You eyed an empty mug lying by, guessing that Mingyu already had his fill of hot chocolate.

Mingyu took a seat beside you, stretching his legs and sighing as he mused, "The view is great."

You hummed your agreement. It was indeed. Not only did you have the full view of your yard and the forest, but you could see a vast horizon of the night sky, some stars twinkling through the clouds.

"It's even more beautiful during summer. You can see so many stars that it feels unreal." You told him.

"Then I will try to visit again during summer," he smiled and you were not sure if he was serious or joking. However you replied with a smile, "You're always welcome."

A silence falls among you two after that but it's not uncomfortable, as you both watched the night grow and Soonyoung and his friends got louder.

"Things got really hard for me, you know," Mingyu started speaking, his voice soft as he stared at the mesh of trees ahead. You were somewhat surprised at his words, but you didn't interrupt, opting for him to continue.

"Running a million dollar company was never easy but...it suddenly was unbearable. My parents always interfered in my work and how I run the company but I managed through all of that, really...until..." Mingyu heaved a long sigh, abruptly stopping.

"Until?" You tentatively asked, peeking at him.

"They want me to get married. With the daughter of their business partner. A marriage of convenience, really."

Oh.

You fell silent, watching him as the moonlight dimly lit the side of his face. There wasn't enough light to see his face completely, but enough to see the curve of his face, his sharp jawline and the sad, lost look in his eyes. Your heart suddenly ached for him. Silently you patted his shoulder, conjuring up some words to console him.

"That's ...awful, really. I'm sorry."

"I've never been so mad in my whole life. Can't they just leave me alone? They treat me like a puppet, like my only job is to live for them. I'm so done. " He said, his hands forming fists.

There's a beat of silence as you quietly patted his back and watched your friends get wasted by the bonfire before he chuckled softly, "I'm sorry for dumping all these on you. I just couldn't hold them in you know-"

"It's really fine, Mingyu. I don't mind. It would be nice if I could actually help you," you sighed, retracting your hand.

"Trust me, you are," he said and you caught a smile on his face.

"I suppose you don't have a significant other? Someone you could talk to freely?"

He shook his head. "That is why I came here. Needed to get my thoughts together, away from them. Not to mention I don't remember the last time I went on a vacation."

"And have you got your thoughts together?"

"I think so, yeah." He shrugged.

"What are you gonna do?" You asked tilting your head.

"Stand strong in my ground, I guess. There's no way I'm marrying their business partner, I'd rather die. And if all else fails, I'm staying here. I'm sure you have some type of job for me, right?"

You laughed at his words, "Maybe. But I'm not sure about your skills, Mr. Kim."

"Oh I'm a fast learner, Miss ___."

You both grinned at each other.

That night when you went back to your room, your thoughts were plagued by Mingyu and you could swear you saw him in your dreams too.

-

The next morning is brighter and shinier; the sky relatively clear other than some light clouds. After getting dressed and checking up on Hoshi and Chan who were still sleeping, you trudged through the cabin and towards Mingyu's room, before knocking on it. A fully dressed Mingyu appeared, clad in a white polo and jeans, his hair styled messily. He looked effortlessly attractive, making your heart skipp a few beats.

Damn it, what was wrong with you?

"Hi," you almost missed a breath, your face flushed with warmth.

"Oh, hey. I was about to come to you. I believe you were to show me around." Mingyu grinned, his pointy canines showing.

"And that is what I'm here for, Mr. Kim."

"Great! Let's get going. We'll take my car."

-

After showing Mingyu around for a couple of hours, you both ended up at the beach by the marketplace, sitting on the sand next to each other. The weather was nice; not too hot, not too cold as a light breeze flew by occasionally. Though you could see some black clouds gathering above, it wasn't to rain until evening if the forecast was correct.

"This place is so pretty," Mingyu mused, making you smile.

"I know right. The weather is great too."

You both watched the waves crash to the shore, occasionally wetting your feet as you both relaxed on the sand. There was a silence, a comfortable one as you finished eating the corndog you bought from the market earlier with some groceries. As you finished the last bite, Mingyu turned to face you and asked, "Tell me about yourself."

"What?" A squeak of surprise escaped from you.

"I shared a lot about myself last night. It's only fair I get to know about you too."

"Well..." You pondered. "There isn't much to tell. I've a pretty dull life, unlike you."

Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head, "Does the cabin belong to your parents? Is it like a family business type of thing?"

"No, not really," you smiled softly. "My parents are dead. The cabin belonged to my grandfather."

"Oh- I'm sorry."

"No it's okay. They passed away in an accident when I was a kid so I don't remember them much." You spoke, watching the sea, "My grandparents raised me. Growing up I've spent a lot of time in the cabin and when my grandfather retired he handed the job to me."

"Are they alive? Your grandparents?" He asked tentatively.

You shook your head, "Grandpa passed away a couple years ago and it's been a few months since grandma did too."

"I'm sorry, you must've been lonely," Mingyu offered, his voice soft.

You shrugged, "Yeah, like I said, nothing interesting going on in my life."

Mingyu hummed noncommittally and there was a few moments of silence before he spoke again, "Was managing the cabin something you have always wanted to do?"

You were quiet for a while as you thought over the question, "No...not really. I've just kept doing the job I was handed to. I haven't really thought about what I want to do."

"Well...I think you should hire a manager in your place and maybe...I don't come to the city and make friends, see what calls for you."

"Yeah, I've thought about it. But I don't know really." You murmured.

"Well, give it some thought. I could help you find a manager. In fact, I could help promote and upgrade your cabin if you'd let me. It'll be a good investment."

You laughed softly, not taking his words too seriously. He was just a guest. He was probably just being nice.

A gust of strong wind flew by, ruining your hair as it poked into your eyes and you laughed when your eyes landed on Mingyu.

"What?"

His hair was sticking in different directions because of the wind and you shook your head with a smile as you reached to pat the hairs back into place. It happened naturally, before you could stop yourself. For a moment your eyes meet as you quickly retract your hand, face heated.

Something was definitely wrong with you.

Mingyu's gaze stayed at you for a while; you could feel his intense eyes on you and you thought maybe he didn't like you touching him. Before your thoughts ran more rampant, he spoke.

"___?"

"Y-yes?"

"Do you...Do you have a home?"

"Home?" You were confused.

"Yes, home. Not like a real house but like a... person. Someone who makes you feel at ease, someone with whom you can be yourself without judgements, someone who keeps you cozy and safe and loved...like a home."

Somewhat taken aback by his words, you fell silent but their depth hit you and you found yourself thinking about it. Do you have a home?

No. No, you don't.

You shook your head, murmuring, "No."

Mingyu nodded taking his eyes off you.

"What about you?" You asked.

"Me neither."

You smiled, "Figures. Because if you had someone you wouldn't have run here but went to them."

Mingyu smiled, a sad smile gracing his lips. It was a somewhat bitter truth, he hadn't found his home no matter how much he looked for it. Maybe that's what he was doing wrong, looking desperately.

"Let's get going. It has started to rain," Your voice dragged him out of his thoughts as he felt small drops of water fall on his face. You reached your hand out to him and he took it, standing up. As you both jogged towards Mingyu's car, your hands remained connected, no one bothering to let go.

-

That night you had dinner with Mingyu again but this time it was you who did the cooking. After enjoying dinner over small talk, Mingyu like the gentleman he is did the dishes as you poured some wine for the two of you.

Sitting on the small table in common space by the window, you both watched the clear sky that had appeared after the shower. You sipped your wine, watching the vast expanse of stars that blinked in the dark sky.

"I think I've to go back tomorrow," Mingyu suddenly whispered, his tone so low you almost thought you misheard him. A bolt out the blue, you looked at him.

"Tomorrow?"

"Mmhmm," he fiddled with the hem of his cardigan as he stared at the table. "I've got so many calls and messages from work. My company won't run on its on, I can be gone for only so long." He sighed.

You didn't offer any words, too shocked to know that he'd be gone tomorrow. What is this attachment you've developed towards him? Why did the thought of someone, almost a stranger going back to where he came from, where he belonged hurt you so much? You didn't know what to label your feelings but realizing that you'd probably never see him again was tugging at your heartstrings.

Should you ask him for his number and stay connected with him? Is there even a point in that? You both live miles away from each other. Or should just take his advice and follow him to the city? Would that even be a good idea? Are you just reading all this wrong?

You were so invested in your thoughts that you didn't realize Mingyu was calling you until he shook your shoulder.

"You okay, ___?"

"Huh? Yeah...it's just, the news is really sudden. I didn't... expect you'd return so soon." You mumbled.

Mingyu sighed, his shoulder dropping a little bit. "Trust me, if I could I'd stay here forever. But...I can't keep running. I need to face my parents, the sooner the better."

At a loss of what to say, you just nodded. Reaching for your drink you took a big gulp, trying to calm your nerves. It's okay, you can do this. He's just another one of your guests.

You stood up, taking the empty glass in your hand, "Well, I better leave you alone now. I'm sure you've got packing to do."

You almost turned away; until a strong hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back, making you stumble towards Mingyu's body.

"Don't. Stay for a while. I don't want you to leave." His voice was soft yet deep and it immediately broke your resolve as you set the glass down and looked into his eyes.

He didn't let go of your wrist; instead only wrapped his other hand around your waist, pulling you closer, leaving just a few inches between your faces. You didn't tell him to move neither did you make any effort to get away from him- you didn't want to. It felt good, comforting as he held you and looked at you almost like you were his whole world. His eyes had so much emotion swirling in them and you were sure yours looked the same too.

"___?" His voice was breathy and it set your heart aflame.

"Y-yes?"

"Can I...kiss you?"

You inhaled sharply as his hold on you got tighter. You couldn't process a reply, overwhelmed with emotion. So you just nodded and Mingyu leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

It was soft at first, his lips just resting against yours, as if he was testing the waters. When you didn't resist but only pulled him closer, he started devouring you, his tongue prodding in your wet cavern. Moans espaced from you as you kept pulling at his hair almost grinding on him, desperate for more. He was the same, kissing you with so much passion and vigour like you were the last female standing.

You somehow managed to tug off his cardigan between the kiss and when you pulled apart for air, Mingyu panted, "Can we take this to the bedroom?"

His deep raspy voice spread liquid heat throughout your body and you had to stop yourself from pouncing on him.

"Yes please," you breathed. Mingyu stood up straight, his tall and built body intimidating you in the best ways possible, "Oh baby, you don't have to beg. I'll give you anything you want."

Once again your breath was trapped as he picked you up, his hand under your ass to support you. When he dropped you on his bed and took off his tee you realized you were in for a long night. In the back of your mind, you also realized that this would make it even harder to let him go.

-

Next morning you were the first one to wake up as the sun barely seeped through the blinds. If you had to guess it wasn't any more than six am. Mingyu's hand rested on your waist as he remained snuggled against your back. It was so comforting that you almost forgot your reality and went back to sleep, until you remembered what had happened last night. Before you could start overthinking and possibly had a breakdown right there, you ever so carefully removed his hand from your body and scrawled out of the bed, grabbing your shirt and quickly throwing it on. Then you tiptoped out of his room despite the ache between your legs and rushed straight towards yours.

Slamming the door shut, your sat down, head in your hands. You've to now prepare for saying goodbye. Right, you just need to act casual and not let him know that you might have developed feelings for him in the past week.

His words came back to you.

"Do you have a home?"

You didn't have one until now but the realization that you may have found it brought tears to your eyes.

-

You spent the next hours wallowing in your self pity, curled up in your bed too afraid to get out and face Mingyu. Soonyoung dropped by once, knocking at your door and asking if you want breakfast, which you declined. Time slowly ticked away and you watched as the clock struck eleven. You couldn't stay inside forever. You needed to bid Mingyu a goodbye- that is if he hadn't left already. But you were sure he didn't; he wouldn't just leave without any words.

Sighing, you gathered every last bit of your courage and stepped out of your room. Immediately you saw Mingyu coming out from the opposite end of the corridor, the carry-on he brought with him in his hand.

"Hey, where have you been?" He asked, his steps getting quicker to come and stand in front of you.

"Oh- um, I took and shower and then dozed off, sorry," you lied easily, not meeting his eyes.

There was a beat of silence as you both stood in front of each other and when your eyes finally met his, a blush spread across his face like wildfire. The air was heavy with unsaid words and you coughed, trying to get rid of the terrible awkwardness.

"So, you're leaving now?"

What a nice question.

Mingyu seemed to be lost in thoughts as he snapped back to reality and scratched the back of his head, "Oh yeah, right. It'll be a couple hours drive so the earlier I leave the better."

Nodding you motioned your hand towards the exit, "I'll see you out."

Mingyu seemed to have something to say but he pressed his lips in a thin line and started to climb down the stairs, you behind him. Soonyoung, who was standing at the entrance gave you a conspirational wiggle of his brows but said nothing as he watched you follow Mingyu out.

You observed as Mingyu loaded his bag in the trunk, peeking glances at you every other second. When he finished, you spoke, "Well...good luck. I hope you can overcome your problems."

"Thanks. It won't be easy and my dad will probably take away my shares of the company but...I'm done living like this."

You nodded, smiling softly as you crossed your arms against your chest. It suddenly felt cold.

You both gazed at each other, saying nothing even though you've so much to say, as if the silence would carry your unsaid words to him. You were torn- wanting to talk about last night but chickening out knowing it was probably just a fling, a one night stand for him.

"___..." Mingyu spoke but the words died on his tongue. Not trusting yourself to speak, you swallwed the ball of emotions and looked at him with a curious tilt of head.

"...I hope you find what you really want to do. And I hope you find your home too," he said, his words so soft and gentle. For some reason you had a feeling that those were not the words he wanted to say yet you forced a smile and nodded, "You too, Mingyu."

His eyes swirled with so my emotions but you didn't know what he was thinking. He looked pained, just like you but you were too afraid to speak your feelings, scared that you misread him.

When you spoke no more, Mingyu sighed and backstopped slowly, "Well... goodbye, then."

You managed to choke out the words, "Goodbye."

Your emotions overwhelmed you, tears stinging your eyes as you watched him enter his car. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it feel like your heart was being ripped right out of your chest?

His engine roared to life and your stomach sunk. Was this really the right thing to do? Should you just let him go like this?

You made a split second decision that moment, just as his car moved forward a little.

"Mingyu!" You called after him, immediately making him stop the car. He came out, almost in a hurry, an expectant look on his face as you ran towards him. Then you made another split second decision as you wrapped your arms around his tall frame and held tight.

"I like you, Mingyu. I really like you." You mumbled in his chest.

He didn't say anything back but you felt his arms wrapping around you tightly and you stood there in each others embrace for a while. It felt like time has stopped, the warmth and safety of his arms comforting you and making you realize how you would have regretted if you had let him go.

Mingyu pulled back to take a look at your face, his hand cupping your cheeks, his warm but intense eyes on you, shining with love and adoration.

"Say something," you whispered, still unsure.

He chuckled, a light-hearted, carefree sound that made your heart swoon. "I like you too, if it wasn't obvious after last night."

Elated, you pulled his face down and kissed his lips as you felt him grin and wrap his arms around you once again.

"I want to go with you...to the city," you murmured into his chest as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

You couldn't see it but you felt him smirk, "Good. Because I think I found my home."

Your heart couldn't become fuller as you grinned like a happy child.

"Me too."

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Hi! I just stumbled onto you and I'm really happy I did! I don't really know if you take more requests but I'll shoot. Some scenario where Daichi, Bokuto or Kuro help cheer you up with little things or not so little things. You know fluff or smut 😅 Hope you're doing well and that the next year treats you good! ❤

HI LOVELY you submitted this ages ago I’m sorry for the tardiness with everything <3 but I adore you and this was fun :)

Also I got your suggestions and threw them in my draft, they’re very good ones :)

OKAY I’m going with Kuroo AND because it’s @bluntkingkuroo‘s BIRTHDAAAAAYYYYYYY I’m also writing this in honor of her. GO FOLLOW HER Y’ALL SHE’S THE REASON I’M HERE!!!!!

pairing: Kuroo x cisfem!reader contains: sleepy cuddly sex, fingering, mark-leaving/mention of hickeys, light biting

Despite the bright, warm light spilling through your window shutters, you remained in bed, curled up in your sheets with your back to the invasive radiance. Nothing made you want to get out of bed, even the thought of seeing some other part of the house for the first time today. 

“Babe?” a deep voice croaked out beside you. In spite of yourself, you smiled a little. Even if you were feeling a little grumpy and hungover after your houseguests had stayed wayyyy too late last night, you were glad Kuroo remained in bed beside you. Even the harsh reminder of how late in the day it was couldn’t outshine the fuzzy feeling you got from seeing him in your bed. 

“What’s up?” the voice prodded, clearly as tired as you felt. A hand snaked its way around your waist. You always slept in on Sundays, but this was late late. You heard Kuroo sigh and shuffle as he shifted in closer to you, tucking his knees behind yours and pressing his chest flush against your back. The arm that had snuck around your torso pulled you in close and you felt a warm nose and pair of lips press themselves to the sensitive skin at the base of your neck.

“Mmmph,” was all you groaned in response, but you relaxed into the spoon, squeezing Kuroo’s hand with your own.

“Mmmm,” was Kuroo’s answer, his still-sleepy voice cracking in a way that shouldn’t be as sexy as it was, sending vibrations reverberating down your back as his chest resonated with the sound. “Is somebody grumpy?” he teased, lifting a finger to poke annoyingly at your cheekbone. A child. You swatted at his hand lazily, offering a tired grunt in response.

“Awww, c’mon,” his voice grew saccharine sweet. “You need something to make you feel better?” Kuroo asked. 

You felt the lips that had been pressed against your skin, breathing hot air over you whenever Kuroo spoke and making your hair stand on end, begin to move. You shuddered in a shaky breath when they parted to allow the quick swipe of a tongue to dart out across your neck, chased by the gentle scrape of teeth. 

“Ah-hah...” escaped the involuntary sigh from your lips.

“...’cause I think I can probably manage that,” Kuroo teased, followed by an exaggerated sound of chomping as his lips affixed themselves back to your neck again, his tongue laving over a larger area than it had previously. Heat rose to your face at the sensation and you allowed yourself to let go and give into the wet contact, squeezing the hand against your chest closer to your body. 

Kuroo felt the loosening of your muscles and took advantage of the opportunity to dig his teeth deeper into your skin, unable to resist the sweet taste of you. He wanted to focus on making you feel better but damn if you didn’t just make him crazy for you.

With a wet suck, Kuroo drew his teeth together, pinching your sensitive skin between them, making you sure it would leave a mark as the arousing pain elicited a gasp from you. You bit your lip, rubbing your thumb across the back of Kuroo’s large, veined hand, noticing how your breathing had already begun increasing in spite of your bad mood. Damn this man and his irresistible tongue, you thought. 

Suddenly, you needed more of him, the heat rising in your neck becoming too much for you as he continued the focused attentions of his tongue and teeth. If you could have seen the way his brows furrowed in concentration at sucking feverishly at your neck, you would have grown even wetter than you were already becoming. Shifting slightly, you let your hand reach back to find the long locks of hair that always fell into his eyes, and you threaded your fingers against his scalp, encouraging the hot press of his tongue.

Kuroo groaned against you and moved the hand that had been resting around you further down your body, the pressure of the contact exhilarating as he determined to feel every part of you as he moved. Licking a quick stripe over one of the already ripening bruises on your neck, he slipped his fingers past the waistband of your shorts, dipping into your thin panties and seeking out the apex of those legs he so adored. 

Fingertips sliding past your curls, he groaned into your shoulder when his index finger ghosted over your slit, slickness already gathering there at his eager touch. Relishing in the movement, he eased the digit past your outer lips into your slippery folds, and you felt his breath hitch before his lips crashed into your neck again, his self-control slipping at how good your sweet little pussy lips felt wrapped around his finger. With still such little space between your rear and Kuroo’s hips, you felt a growing bulge begin to harden behind you.

As if the coating of his finger in your arousal was the most agonizingly pleasurable feeling in the world for Kuroo, he swirled the lone digit with hedonistic slowness through your slick. He breathed almost as heavily as you were against your neck as he found your clit, giving it a few experimental flicks with the pad of his finger, relishing in how your body jolted in response to his touch. Kuroo groaned again and picked up the pace, making steady circles around the apex of your pleasure as you keened at the sensation.

You were shocked at how much you were already gushing around him, your hips beginning to tremble as he stimulated that most sensitive of all spots in your body. He caught your ear between his teeth, the pants from his nose falling straight into your ear, making your body even more sensitive to his touch. You felt yourself cry out involuntarily at one particularly deft flick of his finger, and the hand that you had tangled in his hair shot down to grip onto his impossibly muscular forearm, encouraging exactly what he was doing. Absently, you felt your head being shifted as Kuroo slipped his other arm under your pillow, reaching for your opposite hand and interlacing his fingers with yours, pulling your entwined arms to your chest so he could hold you even closer as your hips started bucking against his touch.

Kuroo’s pants were just as hot and needy as yours were now, getting off on feeling you fall apart in his arms. His low groans and insistent huffs filled your ears as his finger continued circling with increasing vigor around your practically-humming clit. You barely noticed as he added a second finger, his strokes growing in pressure and speed. Your brain was clouded with your impending high and you let yourself moan out his name, everything seeming to move too quickly and yet not at all.

Kuroo’s tongue returned to your neck, drunk off the feeling of tasting you, and he groaned loudly and wantonly by your ear. The earnest sound of his pleasure at your own reactions sent you over the edge and both your hands tightened on the places where they were already gripping him hard. You let your mind leave your body for a second as you came completely undone in Kuroo’s arms, feeling so safe and secure as he helped you prolong your bliss, holding you close with his other arm while your body went completely slack in his embrace.

You half-sighed, half-panted as the post-orgasm high replaced the high of the climax, and a tired, dopey smile spread across your lips. You released your death grip on Kuroo’s hand and forearm and you felt him sigh against your back. He shifted slightly behind you and you were suddenly hyper aware of how much his body heat had been warming your back. You half-rolled over to chase the warmth as he pulled his hand from your shorts in the same motion. As you rolled, Kuroo’s knee came to rest in between yours, hovering above you with a tired but loving expression on his face. The warm yellow light that spilled across his face seemed to light his eyes from the inside, and his slight blush combined with the way the sun made his golden eyes sparkle made you feel like putty beneath him. You sighed contentedly and reached up to bring him into a sweet kiss. Chaste, thankful. 

“Feeling any better?” he smirked as he pulled away slightly, looking at you through hooded eyes.

You just laughed and pulled him closer, aware of the growing hardness resting against your thigh.

“Oh, very,” you grinned, feeling bubbly in your bliss. “But I think I can feel even better, don’t you?”

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xii - overwhelmed

word count - 2,220

"if i love you was a promise, would you break it if you're honest?"

index

You walk towards the classroom with your palms sweating and your heart about to beat right out of your chest. You had just confessed to Katsuki thinking he also felt the same, but all he replied was a lousy 'you don't even know me'.

You furrow your brows, clenching your palms into fists in irritation. How am I so stupid? I came to Japan to prove myself and to that dumb father of mine that I can be a powerful hero! And yet here I am being swept off track by some lousy high school crush!

"Careful- if you stare any harder you're gonna melt holes through the walls." A tired and very familiar voice calls out feom behind you. You turn around, anger still clouding your head as your eyes fall on a violet-haired boy.

"Careful- if you don't do anything about your lack of sleep anytime soon you're gonna collapse." You spat back; suddenly everything around you vexes you. You send a mental message to everyone in school; today you're hot-headed, your patience is as thin as a hair strand and taking out your anger through physical violence seems like an amazing idea right about now.

"Jokes on you, I've been like this my whole life and I've never collapsed." He smirks, causing you to raise a brow. "Okay maybe I never collapsed from my lack of sleep."

"Look what the hell do you want?"

"Well- thought you looked pretty upset." He holds up two pastel yellow-colored papers. "And I just so happen to have two free ice cream passes for that new ice cream place right beside the campus." He takes a look at his watch, "We still have an hour and thirty minutes till the bell rings. What do you say?"

"And that idiot just says 'you barely even know me'" You wave your hands up, making a dumb face as well as a dumb voice to match, "like hello! I know I barely know you and that's why I feel so upset and conflicted right now! You get what I mean???" You huff back on your seat, shoving the small pink translucent teaspoon in your mouth.

Shinsou nods his head, eyes on his ice cream as he shoves a few scoops in his mouth. "Mmm- this banana flavor tastes amazing. You should try it." He offers his cup to you, making you frown.

"You're such a jerk! I thought you brought me here to let me vent out my anger." You frown, your eyebrows knitting together as you place your cup on the table, leaning back on your seat as you crossed your arms.

"I did. I listened as you vented out your anger to me and we're having ice cream but I never said we were going to talk about the situation." He points out, annoyingly unbothered expression resting on his face as he continues eating his own ice cream.

You look at him in irritation and silence for a few moments, trying to calm yourself before taking your little teaspoon and scooping a bit from his own cup. You shove the scoop inside your mouth, pouting. "The banana tastes amazing." You huff, expression still angry.

Shinsou chuckles lightly, the small smile actually lighting up his usually dark features. "It is, isn't it?" You've only ever met one person with a so-called 'contagious smile' and he was the funny boy you met at the park one day.

Ethan will have to share his spot in my list for 'contagious smiles'. You thought to yourself, letting a smile break your frown as you look down at your ice cream.

"Have you seen the new conjuring movie? It's pretty cool, a solid six out of ten." He shrugs. You shake your head, "I can't watch scary movies. I won't be able to sleep especially now that I live alone."

He raises a brow at you, "Oh come on. We can watch it together through video chat or something. I really wanna see you piss yourself while watching it." He chuckles, causing you to squint your eyes at him. "Is that a challenge?" You point your spoon accusingly at him.

"What if it is? You gonna back out? Loser?" He pushes jokingly, mirroring your squinted eyes. You bring your hand on the table in a fist, "Oh it's on."

Shinso walks you to your classroom just five minutes before the bell is about to ring. "How can I contact you?" He asks, doing the thing with his hand behind his nape as he looks away. "Here." You tug at his hand, writing down your discord account with a marker. "Call me after the sun sets. I'll be home by then."

He waves you good bye and you step in, almost completely forgetting about why you were annoyed so early in the morning. Your eyes fall on the blond boy, still looking angry as usual. His eyes meet yours for a fraction of a second before your looking towards your seat.

As you sit down, the bell rings and in comes Aizawa, tired as ever. "Today, you will all be choosing your hero names. This has a lot to do with the Pro-Hero draft picks and because you are only first years, any offers can be taken back before you graduate." He explains, pointing at a chart where Todoroki's, Katsuki's and your names are written at the top with thousands of heroes wanting to recruit you.

"You will all spend one week interning with the pro heroes you choose or those who chose you, depending on if you have multiple offers or just one." Aizawa continues to talk about the importance of hero names before Midnight walks in the classroom.

The class begins to cheer in excitement as they all are given boards and markers for their names. The cheering and yelling dies down in a few minutes but the excitement doesn't. You smile, feeling your heart throb at the innocent looks in your classmates' faces.

Each of you all are being called up to present your hero names and as your turn slowly comes closer, your palms begin to sweat and that feeling of not being able to stand properly hits you.

"L/n Y/n. It's your turn, come on up sweetie." Midnight calls for you, curling her fingers a few times. You stand from your seat, walking towards the front, keeping your eyes forward and looking anywhere but Katsuki's eyes.

You flip your board around. "I chose the name Tempest. It means a violent windy storm." Midnight claps her hands, "I love it! Basically telling the villains not to mess with the storm." She cheers, allowing you to walk back to your seat.

"So! Have you guys chosen an agency yet?" Mina asks, shoveling food in her mouth as Kirishima and Sero follow suit. You shrug your shoulders, "I'm having a difficult time choosing between Hawks' agency or Endeavor's agency. I want to work on my speed but then again, Endeavor's the number two. It'd be a waste to throw this chance away."

"And yet," Denki points his fork at you, "It's also a waste to throw away the chance of working with Hawks. I heard he's the youngest pro right now who has his own agency and is in the top ten."

As you were about to scold the blond for talking with his mouth full, Katsuki marches towards the table, setting his tray down before sitting down beside Kirishima. You look at the empty space beside you and your mood immediately turns sour.

Wow. Sure, he has the right to feel uncomfortable with my sudden confession but to not actually have some type of closure? You sigh, not bothering to finish your food before standing up. You slide your tray to Denki, earning a cheery mouthful 'thanks!' from him before you walk away.

You walk out the classroom upset, tired and hungry. Your mind races back to the tuna sandwhiches the cafe sold and your mouth immediately begins to water.

"Hey idiot."

All your food fantasies disappear the moment his gruff yet very warm and relaxing voice calls out to you. To make sure you weren't about to embarrass yourself, you look in front of you, searching for someone else only to be greeted by an empty hallway.

Slowly, you turn around, pressing your lips together as you look at Katsuki with the most nonchalant look you could pull, no matter how much you wanted to scowl at him.

"What's up?" You ask, mentally slapping yourself. What's up? What's up??? Who the fuck do you think you are to him, Kirishima??

He looks awaw, walking towards you. "They have new matcha cookies today. I checked before I got here."

You stand there, staring at him for a second, two seconds, five- ten- "Dumbass. Yo. Can you hear me?" Katsuki snaps his fingers in front of you, gaining your attention as he snaps you out of your daze- literally. "Well?"

As much as you want to say yes, accept his offer and just live a happy life, you didn't want to live a confusing one where you get hurt in the end. "I don't see why you have to do this, honestly." You look to your right, looking out the windows.

"We hang out, I feel like you're treating me differently than the others, I feel like I'm special to you, I recognize my feelings, and although I feel conflicted and upset I still confess my feelings to you." You grip onto your bag, "And you respond to me by what- telling me I barely know you?"

You look back at him, the corners of your lips pulled downwards sightly. "Katsuki I- I got the message, okay? Don't do whatever this is to me because from my point of view, you're leading me on cause you can't voice out or even figure out your own feelings." You motion your arms between the two of you. "If you liked hanging out with me, I'm sorry but I gotta keep some distance between the two of us before I go confessing to you again like an idiot."

You stand there, eyes dropped to the floor in silence.

Say something, you idiot! Fucking say something to me! Tell me how you feel- it doesn't matter if it'll hurt me, just say something!

"I'm sorry."

You look up at him, confused. His brows are knitted together in dejection as his shoulders sag momentarily.

You feel your eyes prickle with tears as you nod, pressing your lips together. "Okay." You click your tongue, turning away as you walked from the unnervingly quiet boy.

As you reach your apartment, the sun has already set, you're tired, your cheeks are stained and are still being stained with tears and your phone is blaring.

You answer it without another thought, Shinsou's tired and relaxed voice giving you a soft 'hey'. You can hold it in much longer as you break down into sobs.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me, Y/n." He sounds genuinely concerned. You sob for a few moments, letting out all the emotion you've pent up inside you as you walked back to your apartment.

"I-I just-"

Another call interrupts the two of you, making you furrow your brows. "Hold on-" You sob, your eyes scanning down your screen to see your mom calling you. You put your call with Shinsou on hold, answering your mom.

"Hey mom!" You cheer, trying to act as gleeful as possible. "Hey baby! So I heard you have a boyfriend, your aunt Miwa sent me a picture of the two of you in the paintball place? I just thought maybe you wanted to know about that boy's abrasive and violent past?"

He's not your boyfriend.

"What- you looked into him?" You yell.

"Well I had to! It's my first time my baby has a boyfriend. Anyway, I don't mean to be that mom but I don't think he's a good fit for you, honey. He's bullied countless students in middle school and after observing how he acted in the sports festival, I don't think that boy changed at all." Your mother does sound truly concerned for you but everything seemed to be too much for you today.

Before you can even think of the sentences you want to say, you hear a knock on your door. You sigh, pacing towards it as you pull it open, brows furrowing in anger at the sight of your father in front of you.

"Y/n I just want a second chance-"

You yell.

You yell out your frustrations, your sadness, your hesrtsches, everything. Every single emotion you felt today just came pouring out as you yelled from the top of your lungs.

Your body falls to the floor as your limbs begin feeling like jell-o and your head begins to spin. You hear your father ordering his guards around frantically, but his words are all muffled and unclear. You begin seeing double- seeing two of your father really isn't helping right now.

"Hey, Y/n, baby keep your eyes open for me. I'll bring you to the hospital just-"

"Can all of you just shut the fuck up for a moment?" You whisper weakly before darkness swallows you up once again.

It's cold. It's dark. You're alone.

You're always alone.

[isabellitah]

This side blog is officially two months old i think and i just wanna say- tysm for 100+ followers! 🥺🤍🤍 have some drabbles bc most of my drafts are either 5% or 80% done- there is no in between. It’s a lil late bc I had to retype over half bc tumblr glITCHED and i had to start over i-

TUA

in which they're reminded why you're the baby

“In my defense, I was left unattended.” you stood there in front of your siblings, looking much like a child caught by her parents with her hand in the cookie jar after bedtime.

Allison sighed, honestly- it’s as though you’re not even your age, “Eightie, you burned down the kitchen...”

“Exactly, because I was le-”

“For the third time today.”

"But Allisooooon-"

Five looked up before sighing out loud then facing you, "I'll go back in time but- this is the last time today, got it, Eightie?"

"...okay..." you pouted.

Klaus sauntered up to you and draped his arm around your shoulder, "awwie don't be sad, Tee,"

"Yeah, don't be sad- why'd you burn down the kitchen tho?" asked Ben as he looked between you and their still burning kitchen- the fire was slowly spreading towards the dining table.

"I didn't mean to!"

Diego snickered.

Allison elbowed him.

He groaned, glared at Allison before turning back to you, "chill, Princess- how’d you burn down the kitchen this time?"

You mumbled something.

Luther looked at his other siblings before asking,"huh? A little louder please."

"... I was trying to make you guys brownies."

"..."

"I left the spoon in the mug while melting chocolate in the microwave and it just went kapoosh."

i- they facepalmed while you continued pouting.

And you wonder why you’re the baby.

in which Klaus spreads his word

Allison is a good person.

Allison is friendly.

Allison is patient.

Allison wants to choke most of her siblings-

“Accept the good in your life,” Allison was brought back to reality at hearing something that made sense escape her usually high brother’s lips,

She blinked before slowly nodding, “that’s actually great advice, Kl-”

“Accept me- I’m a fucking delight.”

Fucking hell- she should’ve known.

Ben looked at Klaus before asking, “is that what you told your cult?”

“For the last time, Benny- it wasn’t a cult!”

“Yes it wa-”

And the cycle started all over again.

in which the youngest three + Klaus have a chat

All four of you were scattered across the library- having just finished interrupting Ben’s ‘me’ time.

“C’mon Vanya! Lemme set you up with someone- I promise she isn’t that bad.”

Ben looked at him bewildered, “that bad? Just how bad is she then?”

Klaus shrugged his shoulders, “well-”

“Klaus, thank you but reallym I don’t need anyone right now. I have you guys.”

“AWWW WE LOVE YOU TOO, VANNY!” you exclaimed as you glompes onto your sister, and she laughed while righting your positions and wrapping her arm around your waist.

“And besides- I have the sex appeal of a math book.”

...

Did she just-

Klaus snickered, “I don’t know about you, Vanya, but I’ve never met anyone that opened a math book and didn’t say ‘fuck me’.”

...

Did Klaus just-

But then again...

“... You know he’s not wrong.”

Great now Ben’s looking at you bewildered.

“Don’t listen to them, Vanya.”

in which Diego fails to use his half of his braincell

Diego and Five were fighting- again.

And this time it was just you there like-

Where is everybody? 😩

“Can you at least try to look at things from my perspective?” Five’s teeth gritted as he slowly but surely lost his patience at the sheer hardheadedness his brother continues to display. Honestly- was it so hard to understand that just because his girlfriend was in the commission, doesn’t mean that they’re all good guys?

Diego snorted and rolled his eyes before snarkily saying, “oh of course, how rude of me,” and proceeds to crouch down.

Well shit-

“I will fucking end you.” said Five before kicking Diego in the uhh... no-no zone.

Lila’s not gonna be happy about that.

[monstersandmaw]

Do you have any tips or tricks for an amateur writer such as myself? More so related to focus because I'll start something and then stop to do something else than go to pick it back up again only to discover I'm at a block.

I’ve got a lot of short asks/answers to questions like this under the tag ‘writing advice’ so make sure you follow that up on my blog for more answers like this, but essentially, think about what drew you to the story in the first place, and think on that for a while. If you’re not writing professionally, and since you say you’re an amateur (which essentially means you’re writing because you love it, don’t forget!), then focus on what it is about writing that you love in the first place.

I think that’s what lies at the core of any piece of writing - it’s the spark that makes people remember it, and it’s what made you want to write it in the first place. Even just sitting down with a cup of tea (or drink of your choice, but stay hydrated - it’s good for the brain cells, and the aesthetic is neat too :P), and almost meditating on what it is that drew you to the concept in the first place can act like a whetstone, to sharpen up your focus and reboot your desire to write it. It might spark a new character, or a new direction, location, event... or it might solidify what you’ve got already.

Remember that writing anything - including this answer! - takes time and energy and focus, and crafting a whole story (regardless whether it’s something steamy for the fun of it or fluffy or deeply angsty) will take energy. You will be tired or even drained after you’ve done some writing. You may not have the required spoons for the story that day, and that’s ok. Reduce the task size from writing ‘a nebulous amount of words’ to something more manageable like ‘I’m going to get the story moving on by two paragraphs today’. If you write more, great. If you write one paragraph, that’s ok. If you only manage a sentence, it’s still more than you had before, and you’re doing great.

If you’re blocked on something, write down exactly what it is that’s stopping you going forward. I do it with pen and paper because it’s more tangible to me, but you could make a fancy graphic with lots of colours or type it out in a doc or something. I did this with my novel when I hit a major block and it helped me fix it a bit. I’m going to have to rewrite everything, and it’s 150k words long, but at least I know that now!!

So yeah, literally ask ‘why is [character] doing [this activity]?’ or ‘what is the exact function of [insert maguffin]’ or ‘how does [character] feel about what happened in the last bit?’. Play games with yourself and figure out why your characters are doing what they’re doing (or not doing, if you’re stuck!) and sidestep it if you have to. Don’t just say ‘I’m stuck’ and leave it there. If you still care about the story as a whole, figure out exactly what’s causing the block.

You don’t have to write the whole thing in the same order as the finished piece. I’ve got a story on the go at the moment which - at 14 Chapters - is 54k words long, but the Scrivener file with the rest of it tells me I’ve written 88k words. I’ve got chapters that are way way ahead of the current published chapter, and some might not even happen in this story. It’s part of the world, and it involves these characters, but it might not work. It’s ok though because I’m exploring these characters and how they’d react in a given situation, and I can use that to inform other chapters. Write what inspires you in that moment, and fill in the gaps between those chapters or story-beats later.

Remember that a first draft is just ideas on paper. I read something recently (and unfortunately I can’t remember where it was, or I’d cite it!) which resonated - If you are Michelangelo, and your finished story is David, then the first draft of your story is the block of marble extracted from the quarry. It doesn’t have to be shaped and polished at all - it’s just the raw material to work from. It might be disheartening to look at it that way, but if you get to the end of your first draft (even if it’s just a 100 word drabble) and you think it’s rubbish, that’s fine. It’s normal. Let it sit for a day or so, then come back and rework it into something better.

It’s ok if you’re not writing reams and reams each time you sit down to write something. Remember that even a sentence is an achievement, and you don’t have to produce a 50k word novel every time you sit down to write. Take care of yourself, and remember that being a writer isn’t always about creating the actual draft/document. Engage yourself in the world of your story, your characters, make moodboards and colour palettes, design outfits and find out what their favourite foods are. Don’t use that to procrastinate too long, but if you’re struggling with something, taking a new perspective on it can help.

And remember that writing is a craft. You don’t get to be Michelangelo with your first attempts. It takes hours and hours of methodically working on something, of being disciplined and firm with yourself, even if it’s just ‘for fun’. Each time you sit down is like a musician practising a study - you’re getting better each time and with each sentence you craft, so don’t get disheartened!

And enjoy it!