#{ { musings;; i want to learn how to break without falling apart } }

[vitalverstappen]

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the tortured drivers' department masterlist

F. Colapinto:

The Manuscript (3.3k) -> the tears fell in synchronicity with the score, and at last, she knew what the agony had been for

Under the Mistletoe (1.9k) -> forced into a night of civility for the sake of your best friends, you try to ignore the small sparks and the insufferably charming man you loathe the most

P. Gasly:

Bigger Isn't Always Better (2.1k) -> getting a Christmas tree was supposed to be simple, but for better or for worse, both you and Pierre's minds are stuck in the gutter

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) (3.4k) -> your good lord didn't need to lift a finger. i can fix him. no really, i can. woah, maybe i can't

C. Leclerc:

Cassandra (3k) -> you can mark my words that i said it first. in a mourning warning, no one heard

Homecoming (5.5k) // smau -> have you ever had a massive crush on your team rival?

Man's Best Wingman (2.6k) -> they say dogs are a man’s best friend, but a certain dachshund may be man’s best wingman

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys (3.6k) -> just say when, i'd play again. he was my best friend down at the sandlot

L. Norris:

Just Pretend (1.5k) -> a disastrous night out in London may end up being the best decision you've ever made

The Bolter (5k) -> the chariot is waiting, hearts are hers for the breaking. there's escape in escaping

O. Piastri:

I Look In People's Windows (1k) -> does it feel alright to not know me? i'm addicted to the "if only"

Tradition (2.8k) -> with you and Oscar having different traditions when it comes to the holidays, you figured you'd show him some of your favorites

D. Ricciardo:

How Do I Do This? (1.1k) -> after a public divorce with your ex-husband, you found yourself learning to try again

The Tortured Poets Department (1.6k) -> i scratch your head, you fall asleep, like a tattooed golden retriever

G. Russell:

To Be Your Muse (5.5k) // smau -> as you and George navigate your relationship, you do the one thing you know how to: write a song.

C. Sainz:

House Rules (1.4k) -> everyone knew you loved halloween, but no one knew just how much

L. Sargeant:

Snowed In (3.3k) -> being stranded in the airport is never ideal... and you're stuck on Christmas Eve... with Logan.

L. Stroll:

coming soon!

M. Verstappen:

Flash Forward (73.1k total, 3 parts) -> the world of F1 is never easy. throw in reuniting with your childhood enemy and a coworker you can't quite get a read on? you're in for a wild few seasons

Ten Years (3.3k) -> years apart may not erase memories. time spent in a gymnasium you once knew like the back of your hand makes you wonder if the life you built without Max is really the one you want

[inspirationalucky]

EPIC: THE WISDOM SAGA PROMPTS & STARTERS.

of course, go ahead and change names/pronouns/etc as necessary to fit your muse or the situation! please do not add more lines/prompts to this post!

Legendary

"It's just me, myself, and I."

"I'm dreaming of all these monsters that I'll never get to fight!"

"I wish I could, so I could bring the world some light!"

"I'm stuck with your stories, but no clue who you are"

"If I fight those monsters, is it you I'll find?"

"I know life and fate are scary, but I wanna be legendary"

"They keep taking space, and there's not much longer we can stall."

"They're getting impatient. Dangerous, too."

"I would fight them if I was half as strong as you."

"Can I do whatever it takes to keep my mom safe?"

"It's been twenty years, and we still have no king."

"Give me a chance, a single opportunity, and I'll overcome these obstacles and scrutiny"

"Don't you dare call my mother a tramp!"

"I just did. Whatchu gonna do about it, champ?"

"If I fight this monster, is it you I'll find?"

Little Wolf

"Wanna entertain me?"

"Let's see how you take this."

"Wanna be a man? Then fight."

"You've made your worst mistake here. Might be your last one, too"

"You'll have run out of bones to break when you and I are through"

"I'll teach you all the lessons your daddy never could"

"This cruel world doesn't give out presents just for being good"

"Run away before you die"

"Is your plan to stand around? ‘Cause I suggest you fight back"

"Uppercut him. Now."

"Woah. How did I do that?”

"Is time now moving slow?"

"Woah, this is so sick!"

"Alright, now. Let’s try this again"

"I've no respect for bullies, those who impose their will"

"I've seen plenty enough to truly understand this kind of filth"

"Let's teach this dog a lesson in front of all his kind"

"One young wolf has a larger heart than all these men combined"

"Show them that you've got some bite"

"Take advantage now and strike."

"Don't go down without a fight!"

"Ooooh, maybe I pushed a bit too hard..."

"Go back and cry in your corner. Make sure your mother hears."

"Tell me, [ Athena ], why you came to my aid?"

We'll Be Fine

"I had a friend before and he was a lot like you"

"I helped him fight through war"

"He had his demons too"

"Then we grew apart, then his light went dark"

"Maybe if I'd made a different call, maybe he'd be fine"

"Maybe if I hadn't missed it all, maybe he'd be fine"

"Maybe if I helped another soul, I could sleep at night"

"I don't know who your friend is. I don't know what he's like."

"My time with you has been splendid. The best day of my life!"

"I got in a fight and I didn't die! I've never felt strong before!"

"You're my friend, I couldn't ask for more"

"Maybe it's time that you lend a hand. I don't think he'll mind"

"Maybe to fall is to learn one way"

"Maybe it's all gonna turn out great"

"I know we'll be fine"

"I know it's light you'll find."

"You're a good kid"

Love in Paradise

"Old friend, it's been ten years since I last saw you."

"Let's see where you've been."

"[ Odysseus ], where did you go?"

"Morning sleepyhead, you've been resting for a while"

"I swore that you were dead when you washed up on my isle"

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

"Anyways, I've got all you could want here & all you could need here."

"Hello no, I could kill you where you stand!"

"I'm no pet! I'm a married man!"

"You may try, but last I checked, goddesses can't die"

"You're adorable! Bow down, now, to the immortal [ Calypso ]"

"But fear not, I bring no pain"

"We've got all we could want here"

"Under my spell, we're stuck in paradise"

"No one can come or go, my island stays unknown"

"No, no! I don't belong here, there's something wrong here!"

"I won't be drawn to love in paradise!"

"Seven years she's kept you trapped out of your control... time can take a heavy toll."

"You don't know what I've gone through! You don't know what I've sacrificed"

"Every comrade I long knew, every friend... I saw them die, and all I hear are screams"

"It will be fine, dear. Come back inside"

"I know your life's been hard, I'll stay inside your heart"

"Life would be so much worse if you had died"

"Please, stay away from harm. Stay in my open arms"

"He needs my help."

God Games

"Father, rarely do I ask for favors..."

"Divine intervention? Is that what you seek?"

"You are playing with thunder for a man full of shame"

"But if he's worth the risk of going under, why not make it a game?"

"Convince each of them that he ought to be released, and I'll release him"

"You all know I'm a fan of catchy songs!"

“I think [ Ody’s ] in the wrong!”

"They were trying to do him worse, all he did was reimburse them!"

"Now they'll treat with caution first, to live another day and sing another verse"

"Trust is not given, it's forged."

"Why should I give him my support?"

"He sacrificed his own cohort"

"Did you forget they failed to listen?"

"He was betrayed and then imprisoned."

"If you make the right decision he can still build a future with those who miss him"

"Your little high and mighty [ Odysseus ] claims to love his mother, but let her die of a broken heart"

"Let him feel the pain that his mother felt and rot"

"Wait! Please, reconsider this"

"Really, [ Athena ]? These old tricks?"

"What kind of sick coward holds back his power while his friends get devoured?"

“He didn’t even try to kill her!”

"Hold your tongue now, his son's my friend!"

"Tell your lover that a broken heart can mend"

"You want more bloodshed? Then set him free"

"To get back to his homestead he'll make everybody bleed"

"So many heroes, so many tales! Give me one good reason why yours should prevail."

"He's got the mind of a genius"

“He’s pretty skilled with words”

“You can do better than that!”

"He's kinda funny!"

"Never once has he cheated on his wife"

"I've played your game and won. Release him."

"You dare to defy me? To make me feel shame?"

"No one beats me. No one wins my game!"

[jigento]

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 , A MUSE PLAYLIST STUDY ! ↳ list 5 songs that you associate with your muse ! . . . ( bonus: include lyrics if you'd like ! )

HUMAN - 'cause I'm only human / and I bleed when I fall down / i'm only human / and I crash and I break down / your words in my head, knives in my heart / you build me up and then I fall apart / 'cause I'm only human

FIGHTING BACK - good will find a way / that's what they tell me / but as long as there's evil / a hero has to rise / but i don't have to stand alone / against a thousand armies / got an army of my own / and we're shouting out tonight / we'll see the stars collide / 'cause as long as we're alive / we're fighting back tonight

NEW TYPE OF HERO - ain't never seen something quite like it, mm / and when we play we don't stop fighting / won't see it coming fast like lightning, whoa-mm / we'll save the day, they can't deny it / higher, higher / we're about to set this game on fire, fire / they can't bring us down / we're that whole new type of hero, hero / we gon' win wherever we go, we go / explosions in the sky / be-be-be-bending space and time / we're that whole new type of hero, hero

PARANOIA - they talk about me, I forget to listen / at least I get the recognition / heavyweight, I pull up on you with the repetition / you in the pit, it's not no exhibition/ oh, they big mad, I'm the big boss / talk a big game, take a big loss / growin' up, I was the problem that they didn't solve / i'm the piece that wouldn't fit inside the jigsaw / i got a lotta punch lines and a quick jab / i'm runnin' straight through, I don't gotta zig-zag / i got a heavy heart, it's hard to lift that / from the cradle to the grave, never changed, make 'em dig that

PRACTICALLY IMPERFECT - i wish I was braver / i wish I was smarter / i wish I was thinner / i wish I was stronger / i wish I could read a book cover to cover / i swear it was easier when I was younger / i wish I could touch you without getting nervous / sing for the fun without needing a meaning or a purpose / and oh my god, it's so easy to forget / that to be a human being is to be a total mess / and I looked into the mirror, and I almost smiled, today / i am practically imperfect in every single way / and the tricky part is learning how to love those things in me

tagged: @thuganomxcs // thanks so much !!

tagging: @thrillvibin, @howthesleeplesswander, @punkbites, @patientsun, @electricea, @dnangelic, @halfdcg, and whoever else wants to steal this !

[missing-muses]

All 30 Questions Beanie!

What does your muse think of love? Of romance?

Love is a beautiful thing. It can make your day so much brighter and even give you a reason to fight when you don’t think you have any fight left in you. Romance is just the bonus that comes with love! I don’t think I’m very romantic, but I love having romantic moments.

How does your muse fall in love?

Usually pretty slow but this time around, it’s been so fast but in the absolute best way.

How does your muse fall out of love?

It actually is pretty hard for me to fall out of love, but if I had to say then it would to neglect me. I hate to feel alone when I am in a relationship.

Is your muse ready and equipped for a relationship?

Well since I am engaged and gonna have a baby soon, I’d say so.

Is your muse aware of their needs in a relationship?

Not really, but I’m learning.

How vulnerable is your muse ready to be with their partner/s? Is there anything they're hesitant to share?

Mostly vulnerable, I still hesitate to share one thing in particular with him. I will in time though.

Which of their needs is your muse willing/ able to voice in their relationships?

Which needs do they struggle ( or even refuse ) to articulate? I’m more than willing to share when I need some extra cuddles or my butt grabbed, but I struggle with voicing my emotional needs.

In what ways is your muse prone to sabotaging their relationships? Do they do these things consciously?

Pulling away and shutting down when I’m feel anything negatively overwhelming. I never doing it on purpose though. I would never pull away from the man I love intentionally.

What does your muse want in their relationships that others might be hard-pressed to give? I’m not sure?

He gives me anything I want and then some.

What drew your muse and their partner/s together?

Honestly I was drawn to him from the moment I became a fan of Mejibray and then we met for a date and I instantly loved how had chemistry.

What keeps your muse and their partner/s together?

They’re love and dedication to each other

What would break your muse and their partner/s apart?

Lack of communication and understanding.

What does your muse want, or expect, out of a relationship?

I'm not sure... he gives me everything I want and more. I don't know what else I could ask for

What does your muse want, or expect, out of their partner/s, specifically?

Just keep loving me the way he does and be the wonderful father that I know he will be

What does your muse think they're getting from their relationship?

Everything I could possibly need, but especially safety and unconditional love.

What does your muse bring to their relationship?

Personally I don't feel like I bring very much. He would deny that though.

How has your muse's experience in their relationship differed from their expectations/previous relationships?

I have a better sense of self this time than I did with my ex. When I was with my ex, I didn't know who I was without him but Koichi has helped me rediscover myself in a lot of ways. Most importantly I've been able to get in touch with myself as a fairy again with him.

How often do your muse and their partner/s see each other?

Everyday

How much space/alone time does your muse need from a partner?

I don't really need it, but he does give me alone time when I'm out in the garden or taking care of an animal friend. I usually call or send for him to join me though.

What are your muse and their partner/s like on a good day?

Very loving playful. We usually are always touching in some way another.

What does your muse do when their partner has a bad day?

I love to run my hand through his hair while he either lays in my lap or is snuggled up in my chest. If it's not too bad of a day I will usually just show him my boobs or let him just hold them.

how physically intimate is your muse with their partner/s?

Yes... We're almost always touching in some way. The only time we aren't touching is when working.

how emotionally intimate is your muse with their partner/s?

Very... we talk about nearly everything

How well do your muse and their partner/s communicate?

I think we communicate well... except sometimes if I get overwhelmed I can shut down

How open are your muse and their partner/s about their relationship?

Very open! I mean I wouldn't be having his baby if I were hiding him.

How does your muse talk to other people about their partner/s?

Like he's my sun and my stars and my moon. He's perfect for me

What would your muse be willing to change for their partner?

Anything he wanted me to change, but he loves me for all of my flaws. So I wouldn't have to

Would your muse ask/expect their partner to change anything for them? (If so, what?)

Nothing, he's perfect for me!

Would your muse stay in a relationship if the person didn't like their friends/family/lifestyle etc?

I'm not sure, my family and my friends adore him.

How does your muse behave toward their partner/s during a fight?

We haven't fought really... the closest thing is when we playfully deny each other cuddles or kisses and I eventually just whine at him until I get what I want

@niiyamakoichi

//I had to wait until I was on the computer

[musicalchaosxx]

SKYFALL | undertale

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chapter two: the art of being captured

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Three months earlier.

“I’m a what?”

“A magician.” Your father began to tell you one day, sitting at the family wooden table you all had gathered to for a ‘serious talk’. “And it’s time you learned.”

The war had began months ago. A sick, twisted war, and with you being fresh into the adult world, your parents had chose to keep you contained in your childhood home until conflict seemed to be resolved. Instead, the worst had happened, and slowly but surely the government had started to collapse. Your family managed to make ends meet; the entire mood and environment had changed from what you once knew.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “I can’t be. There’s no way. You always told me it was weird phenomena.”

“To protect you.” Your mother piped up, “We said that to protect you. We were never sure of your full fledged abilities, but we knew you were always different. Stronger.”

The new and sudden information never truly soaked in. Sure, you were aware that monsters and magic existed, but you? A magician? There was no way. No humans could truly ever have that much power, and even if they did, surely you would’ve have known about them at this point.

You bit your lip. “But….how do you know i’m a magician? How can you tell?”

Your father glanced down at the floor for a moment, collecting his thoughts. Magic and monsters wasn’t a sticky topic of conversation in your household, and so it seemed rather odd the hesitation both of them had been showing.

“Do you….remember any time you would get really upset, and random things would happen? Such as a glass breaking, books falling off the shelf, or even a warm aura surrounding you?” Your mother asked, a hopeful glint in her eye. You simply nodded in response.

Random things happening when your emotions were extremely in tune was considered normal at this point. Your parents had always played it off as bad luck or unlucky phenomena. Otherwise, you never thought about it too deeply.

“Yeah. I remember. But what’s that got to do with being a magician?” You mused.

Silence for a moment. Then, your father sighed. “That, (y/n), was magic.”

What were you supposed to say? Magicians were fairytales, even legends. The old children storybooks never exactly counted as truth or nonfiction.

“But….why all of this now? Why can’t we just let it go and keep it secret? I don’t think this will help in the long run.” You said, “why would you both bring this up now?”

Again they were silenced. You shuffled uncomfortably in your chair, watching as your parents color drained from their faces. Okay, sure, government was crashing, everyone was fighting, and your family was silently struggling amongst hundreds of other families during this time. What’s that to you? It not as if this information could single-handedly win the war. (You wanted to laugh out loud with that last part.)

Without a word your father pulled a folded—nearly crumpled—piece of paper from his pocket. Slowly he unfolded it with the upmost anticipation, as if he was regretting what he was about to do. A rather long letter, rather than a document, he showed, scanning the text briefly before opening his mouth to speak.

“We….have recognized your child to be a Magician.” His voice shook, “Medical scans from their adolescence shows an abnormal amount of magic, and we have come to the conclusion that they are not only a magician, but the highest ranking—,”

���Number one?” Your mom interjected, “But Derek you didn’t tell me—,”

“We are politely requesting their presence at the sight of The Factions main base in Nevada, to formerly train them and be apart of our top tier Magician battalion. Here we wish for them to reach their fullest potential in fighting this war.” He finished, quickly folding the paper back up.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. …You? Training with government officials? To fight for them?

The very thought made your stomach drop. Magician, magic, the government requesting your long awaited presence, it was too much for one day. You felt light headed and dizzy, refusing to look down at your sweaty palms that was supposed to supposedly contain ungodly amounts of magic.

“Sweetheart. Listen. You don’t need to panic.” Your mother grabbed your hand, squeezing it lightly. “We can avoid this.”

“Avoid this?” Derek spoke up, “Amanda, what the hell do you think would happen if we refused?”

The two of them began to bicker, but you weren’t listening. The noise had fallen flat to your ears and endless thoughts swirling in your brain. Every little puzzle piece began fit awkwardly together, and now you felt like throwing up. What were you even capable of? Surely you weren’t not that important, but then again, the government had wanted you personally. Nothing was making sense anymore.

Safe or not, you now had a big ass target the size of Texas on your back.

Your parents quickly managed to agree on one thing: getting the hell as far away as they could. Packed into a small van with nothing but the clothes on your back, you fled. You weren’t exactly sure what they were trying to achieve, but you weren’t going to argue—you didn’t know what to do either.

You watched all the towns you passed turn to ghost lands. So many people were desperate to flee oncoming threats, and you saw once lively establishments become abandoned and dust ridden. It broke your heart, watching how slowly but surely your country was collapsing in on itself. The trip allowed you to meet and see monsters for the first time; creatures filled with despair that their freedom had been threatened once more.

You weren’t picking sides, (you hated doing that) but you we’re definitely rooting for the underdog.

After weeks of driving and fleeing, your parents finally settled for an Inn near the borders of Illinois. You never stayed at a hotel for more than a few nights, and if you did, your parents were worked up into a frenzy. On the bright side, your dad managed to teach you how to levitate objects (very helpful) and to manifest energy in your palm’s (suuuuper helpful.)

So here you were, living in an Inn, barely using magic, and trying not to get caught by the government. Life as a nineteen year old really couldn’t get better.

“Dear, did you happen to see any convenience stores on your way in?” Mom asked Dad one night, digging through the Inn’s cupboards in an attempt to find dish ware.

Derek simply shook his head. “We’re out of luck with this town. Most places have been abandoned from bankruptcy, this town isn’t an exception.”

A collective groan from your mother and you were left to sit on the bed and flip through channels on the TV. No need to unpack, you were almost positive you all would be gone within the next few days.

“We might as well try and get some rest. We can look around for food tomorrow.”

“I’ll go look.” You suddenly offered, desperate for a breath of fresh air. You slipped off the bed and began putting your shoes on.

Your dad scoffed. “Um, negative. You’re not going out in public, and you’re definitely not going by yourself.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes. “I’m an adult, and we’re literally in the middle of Ohio. Who could possibly go and take me in the middle of Ohio.”

Both parents deadpanned, giving each-other a sarcastic impression. You didn’t care; you wanted out of a hotel and out of a van to simply stretch your legs, and hopefully find a sense of normalcy, even if it was a simple gas station in the middle of nowhere.

You heaved a sigh. “Im going to look for food. I’ll be back soon, okay?”

And off you went. The inn was in mediocre condition, but that was to be expected of. Regardless, you took a giant deep breath amongst feeling the cool august air through the double doors, and immediately started trekking down the road. Nothing but abandoned buildings long lost to the clutches of bankruptcy, and a few houses here and there. Eventually, you came across a run-down gas station, that seemed to be lost to the tests of the war. Nontheless, you tugged at the door handle and pulled it open.

A little jingle and 1950’s music greeted your ears as your eyes began to scan. Old and rundown, yes, but still somehow functioning. Shelves filled with canned goods and bagged snacks gleefully lined the shelves and clothing racks stood rather shakily in the corner. Cooler doors housed cold drinks much to your delight.

“May i help you?” A sweet voice perked up. You whipped around, making eye contact with a Monster woman, who took the appearance of a bunny. A large sun-hat and sundress did not match the rather drab vibe of her store, but she looked harmless.

You smiled. You had met monsters before, but not in the same regard. Now you could actually talk to one face to face. “Um, yes, i’m just looking for some food for my family.”

The monster smiled. “Well we have plenty of good items on those shelves there. Please, feel free to look around.”

Without another word you quickly made your way to the canned food. You hastily snagged a basket and began dumping as much food as you could take.

“My, i don’t see many humans around this part anymore. Are you a refugee?” The monster asked suddenly, wary in her sweet voice.

Oh boy. Just lie, it’s not that hard right? You couldn’t exactly tell everyone your situation. Not that she would believe you even if you did. “Erm. Yeah, i’m a refugee. My parents and i have been on the run for quite sometime.”

She frowned. “Goodness. What a shame. I’d figured all of the humans had long gone from these parts. You’d best be careful, little one. Most humans i’ve met around here aren’t the kindest bunch.”

“I’ll try. We won’t be here long, i’m sure we’ll be on our way in a few days. What about you? Aren’t you afraid of being here?”

The monster laughed lightly. “Sure i am. I don’t think there’s a single monster outside right now that isn’t terrified. But, my job in the underground was to help and serve travelers. More or less the same here. If i can help one person in this nasty war, it’s all worth the fear.”

You smiled. You couldn’t remember a time you had met a monster that wasn’t this kind. Mulling over her response, you finally gathered enough food and water to supply your family for a week. The monster woman kindly helped you check out, and you slid a 50$ bill onto the counter.

She laughed. “Oh my. There’s not need for that.” she slid the bill back towards you, “Please, feed your family. It’s the least i could do for the number one magician.”

Your eyes widened, starting to panic at her response. You felt your palms get sweaty. “H-How did you—,”

The woman leaned close. “Listen, deary. I don’t know what bind you got yourself into, but they’re looking everywhere for you right now. It gives me hope knowing you are kind, but please, i hope you make the right decision with your power.”

You gulped. Stars. How the hell were you supposed to respond to that?

“This world has turned into kill or be killed. Most monsters you run into will be kind, but please be cautious. Now go, take this as a sign of my gratitude.”

You thanked her again and quickly made your way out of the store. Panic flowed through your body and your head began to pound. You were now wanted by the government as a public figure, which mean the year get on your back only grew ten-fold. That meant that not only were you in danger, but your parents were in danger as well. Big time.

Your measly jog had turned into a sprint. Oh god. You hoped your parents were okay, and safe. Regardless of who’s territory you were in, you knew that you’d probably be wanted for both sides.

Lungs burning and breath hitched, you stumbled into the lobby of the inn. Generally so far, you’d say luck had been on your families side for quite sometime, being able to get away and manage to survive off of scraps without being demolished.

Well, in the very moment you stepped foot back into the lobby, that luck had fizzled out quicker than a candle flame. Well over ten government officiated guards had filled the lobby, causing a ruckus with residents that had been pulled hastily from their rooms. Anyone who had stayed in the Inn was forced into their knees onto the tile floor; the sight made your heart jump to your throat and your stomach churn. Your grip on the shopping bags made your knuckles white, unsure of what to do but knowing exactly they were here for.

You.

The giant target on your back became a billboard now, and you knew there was no fucking chance you were going to get out of this unscathed. Your parents sat smack dab in the middle of the lobby, a gun pointed to each of their heads and tears streaming down their faces.

“I’m gonna ask again. Where are they.” The guard holding your mother growled, only earning a sob from her in return.

“Please. Please let us go. Let everyone go, we don’t know where. we don’t know we don’t know please—,” Your mothers cries became shallow and desperate.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. What do you do?

You couldn’t bring yourself to think about joking them. You didn’t want to fight. But you couldn’t let your parents be victims to protect you. Sucking in a deep breath, you fought back impending tears.

“Leave them be!” you yelled, snapping the guards attentions and dropping the bags of food onto the ground. “I’m what you want, huh?!” You screeched, braver than you felt, “You can have me all you want, but leave them alone!”

They wasted no time or a singular thought. It wasn’t much to capture you; you weren’t exactly able to fight back against their weapons. Even if you did use magic, it would render itself useless. You didn’t even know how fight. Nevertheless, the feeling of needing to protect still felt dominant in the moment.

The guard who cuffed you forced you to join the floor in front of your parents. A ginormous man; you couldn’t bring him down even if you dreamed about it. The guard began to laugh hysterically, almost taunting you.

“Christ, this is the number one magician? You didn’t even try to fight!” He chortled, earning laughs from his teammates. “Hell. Aren’t you supposed to be almighty and powerful?”

Amongst the laughter, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“(y/n) don’t—,” Your dad tried to interject.

“You think we were asking? You’re comin’ with us whether you like it er not sweetheart.” The guard huffed, “We could give less shits about all you other gremlins. But it don’t matter. Let’s go.”

Not wasting a single breath the man taunting you grabbed you by your cuffs and pulled you to your feet. Tears welled up in your eyes watch your parents struggle to break themselves free, yelling your name and for you to fight back. You felt your heart slowly sink at the realization you were starting to give up. There was no point in trying to run; you had a sinking feeling that no matter where you went, they would always find you.

You were haphazardly thrown into the back of a large van; something you were quite used to by this point in traveling. Hitting the floorboard with a thud, you pulled yourself up to be able to sit cross cross. Most of the guards sat around you, and you were assuming they were cautious of your magic.

Yeah, right. It was almost embarrassing to say you were probably the least intimidating magician they had ever captured.

“This is a good laugh.” The man taunting you smiled, taking a seat on the bench. “Silas will enjoy this story.”

You furrowed your brows, heart still pounding in your chest. Okay, yeah, this is fine. You just got captured by government officials and your parents were left behind, no biggie.

“Who’s Silas,” You whispered cautiously, earning an uproar of laughter from everyone in the van.

“Who’s Silas?!” The man cried, wiping nonexistent tears from his eyes, “Man, have you been living under a rock these past few months?”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you seriously began to wonder what the hell was wrong with these guys. It’s not your fault you weren’t in the know; your parents kinda sprung this whole “magician” thing onto you after 19 years of not understanding your random phenomena outbursts, and now there was a war (over what, you didn’t understand) that you were being forced to include yourself in. You wanted so desperately to mouth off, to be sarcastic, but you didn’t exactly know how far these men were willing to go.

Once he finally stopped laughing, Jack (as you read on his nameplate, surprisingly convenient.) began to tell you about Silas.

“He’s the head honcho, our boss. He took over the military side of things, and eventually, the whole human faction. Nobody really knows where he comes from, but he’s a hella powerful guy and i trust him.” He said, “Monsters are sick. It’s a good thing we got you on our side now.”

You weren’t on their side. You were as far away from either side, or even the separating line as you could get. You felt your stomach churn as the van hit bumps and curves, knowing you were already in for an interesting few days.

Magician or not, you were in a world of danger.

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[ducknotinarow]

[07 Raph, Summer and Don uwu]

Now that Donatello was playing the role of Uncle as well, he was able to get his revenge. So when Casey was at work, and Raph taking care of Summer, Don waited until Raph was distracted, had his shell turned, and made his move. Breaking into homes and sticking to the shadows was something they all did well. Summer cradled in his arms, Don was in and out of their home without a noise. Don't worry though Raphael, Donatello left a note.

At his own home, Donatello had Summer and Ariel, grinning as he watched them play. They were a little too young for him to start showing them experiments - but oh, when they could walk and talk, he's going to totally show them some science.

And when Raph inevitably showed up, Donatello decided he was going to be the bastard this time, smiling their way, as if butter couldn't melt,

"I thought you could use a break, I know how difficult it is looking after the hatchlings after all."

Neither of them were hatched, it's just what Donatello ended up calling the little munchkins,

"I mean, are you really going to break up them up - that's cold Raph."

Oh yeah, he's throwing everything back. They really were twins,

"Can't believe you'd be so cruel."

| Muse Interaction

Raphael had their little Summer child bundled up in blankets, even as she fussed slightly trying to her legs out free from the blankets. Once she had learned to use them she never quite let them being trapped away like so small little babbles being made as Raph at least kept a good hold on her in his arms. She was a bit to focused on getting free to take in the fact Casey was heading off to work. Raph at least was standing near the door to the apartment idly talking back and forth with Casey. Well aware they didn't want to go to work they wanted to be home with the new addition to their lives. After the worst case of baby fever had hit the pair. making them talk the idea over and over. Going from maybe one day we'll have this to they really truly wanted to have a baby all their own. Hypothetical children spoken about random names dropped here and there as they would let those conversation go on to long. To kidnapping their niece Ariel just to get the fix of a baby. Even if it meant they were going to be more running away from Donnie then playing with the baby. That part was fun to.

Shifting Summer in his hold to hold her up to look at Casey now, telling her to tell her Dad bye now. Summer idly stared up to her Dad taking in blue eyes of his before smiling and waving her arms around. Raph just eating up watching the mister tough Casey Jones melt at the sight of their kid, baby talk falling out from his mouth as he told her he would be back. Before Casey turned attention back to Raph telling him the same. Raph acted like that did hit his heart just a little to square in the center. Before shutting the door and turning attention back on to Summer. Letting her tiny little fingers curl around one of his own squeezing it as tight as she seemed to be able to before her free hand reached up and made a grab for his mask. High squeal let out as she tug on the soft fabric dragging it down to get a good look at Raph's reaming green eye. Raph didn't flinch away or tell her to stop he just chuckled to himself.

Sometimes he took off to the lair with Summer when it was the two of them. It was a good system Casey took off to work when he had to go in. And Raph got to spend all day basically playing with Summer. Family wasn't ever a dream or wish he wanted. But those moments by the door telling Casey bye, Summer being his excuse cause of Course had to make sure she knew Dad was leaving. Taking pictures for Casey of her since he had to miss out. Switching off when Casey got back home cause course Casey needed his fill of baby time once he was home. Sometimes full switch in roles if Raph had to join his brothers on something going on. It just gave him more reason to think a bit more before he acted so they could keep this little routine going. Raph liked being a Dad that's kind of all he knew, he could see why Donnie seemed to treasure it all so much. Really did become a full time thing uh? Raph had been making Casey's place more and more his home as well. Staying days at time sometimes never leaving still there by the time Casey came home. Once Summer came around? He pretty much never left. Outside visiting a time or two.

All of Summer's stuff was at home after all, her crib, her favorite toys all the stuff she liked to get into that she shouldn't like Casey's golf bag of blunt weapons he used to stomp the wannabes with. Summer soon started to fuss a little more and Raph just chuckled again.

"yeah yeah I know, don' 'ike bein' confined" Stepping over to the living room where her play mat always stayed set up. Setting her down just under the toys that hung over head that she right away tried to grab for. Hans garbing the first stuff toy they could tugging it down and giggling the whole time. "never stop do ya uh?" Raph asks playful poking her stomach before he reclaimed his mask and started to set it back over his face before moving to step away. "Sit tight slugger" his way of telling her he'd be right back she was bound to grow hungry soon and whine for her favorite toy that was left in her crib. His eyes were only take off of her for all of a solid four minutes at best so he could grab her hockey player teddy bear and get a bottle ready for her.

But that was all the time needed for Donatello to go and pull a little reverse on Raphael. Aware of his twin's current daily routine seemed to pin point the right time to make himself at home. Summer seemed aware of her self leaving the ground. The baby slightly grew quite as she turned to look at Donatello, not scared or spooked. She knew the other creatures that resembled her papa. But when she didn't see the red her paper worse, her lip quivered a little bit as she reached up and grabbed at their purple mask tugging it down in her fuss only to pause when getting the glimpse of green in his own eyes though she started to settle down and moved to pat his snout any sign of a cry dying out. She knew the green of her papa' Raph's eye and it was like that even if it was mixed with brown. Making it far easier for Don to take off with her. Summer unaware of what was going on simply settled in her uncles hold and happily looked around once they were outside.

In time for Raph to come back to the living room with a missing baby and a open wide window. Face would panic or snap over the fact his and Casey's baby was suddenly gone. But thanks to Summer's little habit he found purple cloth left on the floor beside her play mat and he knew what happened. Only one of them would been able to sneak in her so easily after all. Though Raph couldn't help but feel annoyed he knew all too well why Don did this.

" You're fuckin' petty ass bitch Don." he simply sighs out as he make his way inside of Don and Von's own place tossing thier mask over at them before he went to cross his arms infront of his plastron, holding Summers little stuff bear by the paw so it hung over his arm. Uncaring if they didn't like the language he went and used. Summer grew uo around it after all and beside Ariel heard it a lot when with Raph and Casey as is.

Sighing well shifting his attention down to where summer was happily sat on the ground with her cousin. They two of them babbling nonesense but you swear they were holding a whole conversation between. As Ariel held tightly on to her mermaid doll that once belong to Donatello. Summer seeming to try and take it from her.

"I thought you could use a break, I know how difficult it is looking after the hatchlings after all."

"Hatcklings?" Raph soon questions "I though Airel came outta Von?" Not seeming to catch it was just a term of endearment and not a factual statement.

"I mean, are you really going to break up them up - that's cold Raph."

Raph just huff and moved to bent down now as he hand Summer her bear so she would stop trying to take her cousins doll away last thing they needed was a baby fight to break out. Raph was pretty sure Summer would win anyway. All well keeping his twin on ignore he knew what theynwere doing. He was simply paying back some revenge Raphael's way.

"Can't believe you'd be so cruel."

"Don I already called ya a petty bitch don' prove my point here." Despite his statement he moved to be beside his brother, because even if he wanted to take Summer and go home just because they pissed him off anf royally annoyed him well Don had a point it would be kind of cruel.

Summer now having her own favorite toy and Ariel's doll safe from being stolen seemed to make their play far more peaceful before the possible fight was about to break out. Raph did smile a little, watching them letting Don's little stunt brush over his shoulders now. "They gonna be jus' as bad as us ya know 'hat 'ight?" He brings up suddenly "glued to the hip, more trouble together 'han apart, bring out the worst and best outta the other?"

Of course thier kids were bound to be close with how close the pair of them were. But even if that moment was nice and sweet Raoh still swiftly punched his brother in the shoulder. Not one his little light hello taps no a an actual punch aiming to hurt his brother with the action. "That don' mean ya get to jus' steal my kid cause ya a petty ass bitch though. Jus' means imma hav'ta get ya back again."

Because, it's okay when Raphael steals Don's baby but not the other way around. Smirking at the expression Don had aimed his way cause he knew they had a similar line of thought in mind about what Raphael threatened. "Could've jus' asked me ta come over I know you miss me but really Don? Using the girls as an excuse?" This was Don's doing stole hos kod so now he's gonna be annoying. "I mean I know I'm ya favorite but can just talk to me." Not anywhere near being Don as he gives a purposely annoying voice when speaking as Donnie. "Hey Raphie come hang out wit' me 'm lonely since ya went an' started a family too." Just because Donnie was getting pay back meant Raoh was going to let Donnie enjoy it.

[edwardskhakipants]

Done. I think it's going to be about 10 chapters. Below is the rough, rough first outline. Let me know if you find it interesting, and I'll work on it after Dazzled!

Edward Masen: artist in Portland. He does murals. He’s an amazing artist, but can’t really come up with inspiration on his own. He needs someone to tell him what to paint, thus the murals. His best friend Alice is currently enrolled in art school part-time and is intimidated by the life drawing class. Edward agrees to go with her because his people-drawing skills could use some work. It’s there that he finds Isabella Swan. It’s the best work he’s ever done, and as he draws her, a thousand art pieces run through his mind.

Bella Swan: Reluctant plus-size model. She didn’t want to go into modeling, she just wants to be a librarian. But school is expensive and money is money, so she took on a few small modeling jobs. She tells herself the life-drawing class is the last one she’ll ever do. Then, her boyfriend dumps her and she’s forced to move and use the money she’d been saving up for school.

When Edward approaches Bella at the end of the class and asks her to pose for him, and offers to pay a ton of money, she reluctantly agrees.

Bella now lives in the basement apartment under Edward’s condo. They didn’t realize this because both units are rented out by Edward’s parents. If Bella didn’t already find Edward unattainable, she sure did now.

Edward paints his best work ever with Bella as his muse. His abstract paintings sell for thousands of dollars.

(possible jealous girlfriend? Jessica? Tonya? “You’ve never drawn me before.” “Yes, I have.” “Not like that.” And Edward realizes it’s true. He’s never thought about anyone or anything as much as he thinks about Bella.)

Bella’s basement apartment floods and Edward suggests she stay with him. “It’s weird seeing you with clothes.” This is where they connect for the first time. And Bella is devastated to learn how dangerously close she is to falling in love with him. Edward realizes this too, but he’s thrilled about it.

Bella decides she needs to leave.

She leaves the apartment because Edward’s parents gave her the option to break the lease because of the damage. She quits the modeling job. She disappears without a trace.

Edward is rightfully devastated.

It’s Alice who eventually finds Bella. They’re both in line for admin as Bella enrolls in librarian school and Alice in fashion school—who has found her true calling.

She recognizes Bella from all of Edward’s drawings. “How?” Bella asks, “They’re all abstract.”

"His paintings, yes. But not his drawings." Alice admits that she drank a lot of wine and looked at his sketchbook when she was feeling bad about herself and wanted to feel worse. It was in his sketchbook that she found drawings of Bella and Edward, together. Happy and blissful, engaging in wholesome domestic activities.

“Edward doesn’t dream. Edward draws. And what he draws is being with you.”

Bella is touched. She finds him. Yay!—they are together.

If you're still taking ideas for your next fic it could be artist!Edward struggling with creating art and Muse!Bella. The drama is that Bella loves him but thinks Edward only sees her as a muse. He is, of course, convinced that either she doesn't/can't love him or that he takes her presence for granted and doesn't realize that he does love her until she leaves because she can't keep doing this to herself anymore etc etc etc

Anon. I could kiss you on the mouth.

I have been racking my brain for a good plot with plus-size Bella. I didn't want to center another story around poor body image and I couldn't think of another reason why Edward and Bella wouldn't simply be together. (Other than miscommunication or lies or distance or other things i didn't really want to do.)

But this is perfect!!

Bella signs up to be Edward's model! At first, he doesn't realize that he's falling more in love with each stroke of the brush. He believes his feelings are for the great art he's producing. Bella, too, doesn't see the depth of his feelings because she thinks he sees her as an object--which is only fair, because it's part of the job as a model.

Ah!!! Brilliant!!!

[spanishprincxss]

[meredithadley-blog]

𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝟘.𝟙 | 𝕄𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔼𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝔸𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕪

[roryhaneul]

droppin’

[halesandy]

Ana’s BTS fic recommendations - April 2022

It's been a long time, yeah. Long story short, I'm back.

Here's the list of things I've read in February and March.

Previous lists -> *click*

Enjoy! 💜

Please feel free to send me an ask or a message with your favorite BTS fics or writers, I’ll make sure to check it out and include in future parts. I’m still going to reblog my favorites, so if you want to keep up with my recommendation lists - let me know and I’ll tag you.

💜 Please reblog this post so more people can read good stuff and/or send me new great fics! 💜

Please take a note that some of the works might be for people who reached the age of 18, and don’t interact if you’re a minor, thank you

Make sure to support these writers and their work!

KIM NAMJOON

💜 @ahundredtimesover

How I Love You

M (18+)

Sometimes distance isn’t a space between two people, but cracks and crevices that build up over time. It’s what you learned after being married to Namjoon all these years. But all it takes is a trip back home and the acknowledgement of what your relationship has become, and the realization that it might be the final puncture that would make everything else break.

💜 @realifefairy

I'm Nothing Without You

M (18+)

Most people find their brother annoying. You do, too. Most people also find their brother’s best friend annoying, but that’s where you differ. Kim Namjoon is one of the most important people in your life. After years of hiding your enormous crush on the boy with a dimpled smile, you finally gather the guts to confess before he moves away for university. Only to be rejected.

It’s not until a few years later when you temporarily move in with your brother and his best friend that you two realize that you may have been better together than you were apart.

💜 @sugalaritae

New Books

M (18+)

You used to have mornings like this, wrapped up in each other and drinking each other instead of your morning coffee. the day turns into a day spent together with your boyfriend, looking at books, and admiring each other.

KIM SEOKJIN

💜 @hobipost

Friends Get Married All The Time

G

The silly promise you made ten years ago comes back to bite your asses, and you’re both too weak to pretend it never happened.

💜 @taleasnewastime

Second First Meeting

M (18+)

Four months. You’ve been speaking to, falling slowly in love with, and seemingly getting made a fool of by a man you matched with online for four months. There’s always an excuse why he can’t meet you, always some convenient reason why he can’t make something. But it’s valentines and he’s booked a fancy meal and that’s him, sat at a table, finally ready to meet you. Only it might look like the guy you know but it’s not the person you’ve been speaking to, no, this guy has no idea who you are.

MIN YOONGI

💜 @wwilloww

The Seventh Muse

M (18+)

As a writer, your favorite place in the world is the library. But you're quickly coming to realize, that it might not be the books that keep drawing you back, but the handsome, smart librarian who always knows exactly what you need

💜 @mypersonmyg

It Comes In Waves

The man who owns the music shop along the shore has long since caught your eye and you wait sunrise and sunset just beyond the rocks to hear his lovely strings OR you certainly hope yoongi doesn’t want to eat you.

💜 @inkofyoonkoo

Blow

M (18+)

In which Yoongi loves you but never said it out loud. Sometimes, gestures speak louder than words.

💜 @yoonjinkooked

Watermelon Sugar

M (18+)

Travelling alone to your dream destination had sounded like a good idea at the time. And you don’t regret doing it, of course not - you’re in Greece! The food! The sun! The smell of the sea! The white walls and blue chairs, the hills, the warm days and colder nights. A little company wouldn’t hurt, though. That’s how you end up talking to Min Yoongi, your next door neighbour with whom you practically share a balcony. He’s quiet, he barely leaves his room but when you reach out, he doesn’t push you away. That’s how your Greek adventure begins.

JUNG HOSEOK

💜 @crystaljins

By It's Cover

Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this.

1) Demons are the most hated species on earth.

2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus

3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and

4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. You’re in for a wild ride.

💜 @kinktae and @httpjeon

Hot Rod

M (18+)

A 1950′s inspired fic where greaser Hoseok can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off the new waitress at his and his boys’ favorite diner.

💜 @ughcore

But Hating You Is Half The Fun

M (18+)

“Do you ever drink actual coffee? Like an adult?”

The voice you knew all too well broke you from the mini-movie in your head, and your shoulders tensed at the infuriating sound of it. Swivelling in your cubicle, you were met with the man, the myth, the disappointment himself. Editorial assistant, Jung Hoseok, all long limbs and quirked brows.

God, how this man managed to get on your last nerve without fail.

“You are what you drink,” You replied in a sing-song voice, your cheerfulness the sure fire way to piss Hoseok off the most, “I guess that’s why you like your coffee bitter”

💜 @yoongiofmine

All It Takes

M (18+)

After months of quietly pinning after Jung Hoseok, your friends decide to give you a little push. Sometimes a New Years Eve party and a round of Seven Minutes in Heaven is all it takes.

💜 @yoonjinkooked

Blind Date

You go on a blind date. The end.

💜 @sunshinerainbowsbts

Cheap Wine & Second Chances

M (18+)

Valentine’s Day has brought Hoseok, your best friend from college, back into your life. Is this your second chance to get the one that got away?

PARK JIMIN

💜 @personasintro

One Time Thing

M (18+)

What are you going to do when your best friend asks you to have a sex with her boyfriend?

💜 @kaddiiction

Off Limits

M (18+)

You thought your crush on Jimin was long forgotten. If you only knew how wrong you were.

💜 @taegisms

Lover

KIM TAEHYUNG

💜 @kth1

Tanzanite Treasures

M (18+)

You’re met with a handsome man who hands you back your missing necklace given to you by your late grandmother. What you didn’t know is that the necklace holds such a powerful secret about life under the sea.

💜 @lovelytaes-blog

Colors

M (18+)

When you meet a little girl at a park by chance, who would’ve thought that you’d be falling in love with the man who had the exact same boxy smile as her in such little time?

💜 @taetaespeaches

"I May Or May Not Met Someone"

How does one find themself in a toxic relationship? And how does one get out? Sometimes, the pain that comes with the love becomes addicting. Fighting becomes an act of passion, cruelty becomes perceived truth, the periods of calm become potential for what the relationship could be if only you could meet in the middle.

Peaches/reader meets someone who she quickly falls in love with. As she grapples with the fact that this man is not who she thought he was, and as her sense of self diminishes as a result of the relationship, her closest friends slowly learn of the toxicity of the union.

JEON JUNGKOOK

💜 @taeshobipop

I Heard A Rumour

M (18+)

One slip of a finger, and you realize you've liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook... from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it's too late - Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss. The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumour is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook... and now he knows.

💜 @jeonqkooks

Tongue Tied

“Jeez, you’re acting like I asked to peg you or something.”

OT7 and POLY

💜 @angelicyoongie

Love Sick

M (18+), yandere!ot7

You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn't expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn't bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you're being stalked. When the letters and gifts you recieve begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who's behind it yourself - and hopefully before it's too late.

💜 @sugalaritae

Starstruck

KTH, MYG

M (18+)

You first see him at the gym, a place that is both a safe and not-so-safe place. you’re used to gym bros staring at you but you’re not used to the way he stares at you. it’s easy for misunderstandings to happen and you’re eventually going to have to let some walls down.

[todoscript]

how he would ask you out

request: pls some headcanons of how the boys (shinsou/tamaki/shouto) would ask the girl they like out 🥺

characters: shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k+ total, 900-1200 per character

tags: pining, confessions, fem!reader

author’s notes: sorry if this sounds rushed?? i can’t write 

copyright 2021 todoscript, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

two years after his enrollment into the hero course, shinsou had finally came to terms with the feelings he’s been holding for you for quite some time now.

what began as just friendly encounters and kind gestures felt like something more to him. after all, you were one of the key people that led him to transition smoothly into the class, with your helpful demeanor and coming to his aid whenever he was stressed and troubled by the new environment.

you went out of your way to organize study sessions and small arrangements to mingle and get to know the other students better.

you reiterated to him that if he ever had any questions about anything, he could always come to you.

initially, shinsou thought he was being a burden—that he was just heavy baggage that tied you down.

however, you assured he was anything but, and stated that you were more than happy to help him, even going to say you enjoyed spending time and getting to learn more about him.

at your response, shinsou was appalled at how genuine you were.

appalled… but also very grateful.

eventually, there came a point when he realized there was no mistaking the affection he felt for you—not when he subconsciously noted every one of your habits and intricacies, able to tell whatever emotions were running through you at a simple glance, or when he would stop to admire the way you decided to style your hair differently or changed your look, thinking you seemed even more charming that day by the confidence you exude.

no, at that point, he’s sure it was painfully obvious. so obvious, in fact, that kaminari and mina had chosen to skip today’s group study session in favor of letting the two of you have your “alone time”. whatever that could mean.

shinsou had grimaced over their excuse of “being too busy that day” when you had told him the reasoning they gave you over text, despite knowing their next exam was only a couple days away. recalling just how nosy and enthusiastic they could get when involved in these kinds of affairs, he had an inkling of what exactly those two were planning. you, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to their schemes.

however, what did latch onto your mind was the thought of spending the day with only shinsou, in his very room, sitting across from each other with your textbooks open in front of you. though you should be more attentive to your studies, you couldn’t help the palpitations beating loudly in your chest and your wandering eyes that snuck glances at him after every question you answered.

unbeknownst to you, shinsou mirrored your actions all the same, reciprocating the flustered behavior, albeit a bit more subtly.

keep calm, hitoshi. why are you getting all worked up? he would say to himself, putting on his usual facade.

although he came off as relatively calm and collected on the outside, it’s difficult to keep his emotions in check when actions never lie.

that was especially true as he reached his hand out for the eraser you two were sharing between each other. with his eyes continuing to gander down at his notes, he hadn’t noticed that you were lunging for the same thing—not until your fingers had suddenly touched and you both pulled away at a speed equivalent to making contact with fire.

his stare unfaltering, shinsou was surprised to discern the embarrassed look on your face that immediately fixed itself as you rummaged through your pencil pouch. a second later, you pulled out another eraser, one that was notably smaller than the one you were sharing.

“um.. i’ll just use this,” you offered, and shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, the whole situation more awkward than it needed to be considering you never had any trouble sharing your supplies with each other before.

through some examination of your demeanor, shinsou had made a… bold enough claim, thinking that maybe—just maybe—you held the same kind of affections for him as he did for you.

it’s like he recalled earlier—actions never lie—and shinsou didn’t let the quiver of your lips or the intense concentration at your work to avoid meeting his gaze go past his head. that’s what spurred him to finally act on his desires.

without warning, he leaned forward on his seat to lay his hand over yours that caught your attention. you met his eyes, astonished to say the least, but more so concerned by how your eyes widened before you were about to open your mouth to ask him what was wrong.

the violet-haired male beats you to your words, voice resonating firmly, “y/n.”

you blinked. “y-yeah..?”

“i know this might be a bit late coming from me, but,” you could feel his hand tighten atop yours, “after exams, do you want to catch a movie together? just the two of us?”

shinsou fought the urge to look away, bashful at how he made his declaration for your time. the warmth surging under his skin was alleviated at the smile that slowly curled on your lips as you rotate your wrist, your palm touching his. the expression washing over your features told him you’ve been waiting for him to ask you this for a while now.

“i’d love to.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

ever a shy and introverted individual, tamaki has never had the heart to ask you out despite years of harboring a crush on you.

every time the thought had crossed his mind, he’d reason poorly with himself that you wouldn’t be interested in him in that way.

it didn’t help that his low self-esteem only deepened that thought that had now rooted itself in his brain.

at such a prestigious school like u.a., you were bound to find someone far more compelling than him—someone with guts, confidence, and great social skills. not a guy like him who conjures the image of potatoes at every anxiety-inducing encounter he comes across.

he was relieved enough to settle himself comfortably as just your friend—a title that allowed him to stay close and keep within your circle, all the while subjecting him to simply admiring you from afar.

but his eyes that held a hidden longing for more weren’t overlooked by a fellow student of his. or to be precise, the ever curious and free-spirited, hadou nejire.

always aware of his surroundings, it was hard not to notice that peculiar stare she’d aim at him during moments where he might’ve just finished speaking to you, or when you’d pass by and his head would naturally drift in your direction.

it was like she was picking apart every detail laid on him and it made tamaki absolutely restless.

tamaki’s suspicions and anxiety were later raised during one instance at the lunch table. he was at his usual seat next to his other big three companions, mirio and the aforementioned nejire, who was eyeing him with a gleam in her eye.

even with his self-consciousness, tamaki did his best not to pay any mind to the undesired attention and munched on his plate of takoyaki—the octopus nestled in the batter sure to come in handy later in training that day.

to his dismay, you passed by their table with your tray of food in hand, and nejire did not waste any time calling you over in that cheery tone of hers.

she invited you to sit down with them. you gave her invitation some thought before ultimately placing yourself in the free spot next to mirio, with nejire and tamaki already seated across from you.

the girl was all smiles and hums while tamaki was in a state of distress, both at his friend’s odd behavior, which was starting to spell trouble, to having you pulled into all of this. mirio was just being mirio, welcoming as always.

you greeted everyone at the table, making eye contact with mirio and nejire, but tamaki evaded your line of sight. he simply waved his reply without breaking away from his balls of takoyaki.

luckily for him, you didn’t give his lack of words much thought and started digging into your own lunch. it was then that nejire found it appropriate to start up a conversation.

“y’know, y/n, i’ve been meaning to ask you this, from one girl to another,” she mused, finger waving around playfully, “are you interested in anyone here?”

upon hearing her question, tamaki almost choked on his bonito flakes, his cheeks puffed and eyes blown. meanwhile, your chewing slowed as you gave your answer some thought.

“uh… well–”

“i’d say fujita from class d is quite the looker! think you’d be interested in them?”

after swallowing the food in his mouth, tamaki began to subconsciously listen in on the conversation. he paid close attention to your responses with bated breath, a small part of him anticipating your answer highly.

“fujita’s nice and all, but i don’t think we’d really get along as a couple.”

tamaki mentally sighed, relief evident all over his face. it was then that mirio had started fitting the pieces together after watching his close friend’s brow wrinkle throughout the entire exchange before finally relaxing at your words. crossing his eyes with nejire’s only confirmed his suspicions as the girl sent him a wink.

as a friend, mirio wasn’t about to let nejire’s operations fall flat. getting up from his seat, he motioned tamaki to come with him.

“i heard they have extra yakisoba bread right now! we should go check it out!” he said as a guise to give the other two time to themselves, free from tamaki’s prying ears.

unaware that mirio had caught on so quickly, tamaki didn’t object to tagging along with him. mostly because he thought of this as an opportunity to get some fresh air and calm his racing heart, finally feeling the effects of the blood rushing to his face.

with tamaki supposedly out of earshot, nejire was free to go about her questions however she wanted.

“okay then, if not fujita, then who? there has to be someone, right?” the girl scooted further in her seat out of pure curiosity. “tell me, is it perhaps someone in our class?”

it was your turn to be stricken by her boldness. you tried picking at your food, stuffing it into your mouth to avoid answering, but nejire’s tenacity outmatched you.

finishing your lunch, you opened your mouth to speak, “actually, the person i’m interested in is pretty close to you…”

nejire feigned ignorance, innocently placing a finger under her chin. “who? mirio?”

“ah no, it’s tamaki, alright?!” you ended up blurting, voice hushed but frantic.

bingo. hearing exactly what she wanted, nejire returned to her original position, a triumphant grin plastered on her lips. replaying what you said out loud in your head, you buried your warm face in your hands.

unbeknownst to you, tamaki had ended up hearing the whole exchange around the corner coming back to their table as mirio lightly snickered at his revelation of an expression.

the blond patted his shoulder. “go on then, you know what to do.” he threw tamaki an encouraging thumbs-up.

the boy gulped in response before inhaling a deep breath of air to prepare himself for what would arguably be the most important yet stress-inducing moment of his life so far.

noticing you getting up to discard your tray, tamaki—through a final push from mirio—went to make his move.

hearing him suddenly call out to you, you were caught off-guard. after admitting to your crush on tamaki to nejire, you felt your cheeks get hot just seeing his face right afterward.

“oh hey, did you get your hands on those yakisoba breads?” you scraped up a way to start the conversation.

“right... that… mirio managed to get the last one in the cafeteria,” he answered. then he brought his hand to rub his elbow, fidgeting in his spot as he found it difficult to look you in the eyes again.

“tamaki? something wrong? are you upset that he got the last yakisoba bread?”

he shook his head. “no, i… it’s just… i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time now, but never had the courage to say it to you because i didn’t think you ever liked me that way. but…” he finally mustered the determination to face you head-on. “would you go out with me, y/n?”

at first, you were speechless—absent of words as you relayed his request in your mind over and over again. then, your eyes softened, lips easing into a smile as you reached out for his hand.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

it’s no surprise to many that when it came to asking someone out, todoroki didn’t exactly know the first thing to do.

mostly because he’s never asked anyone out to begin with.

you were the first person he’s ever felt these kinds of emotions for, and to be frank, he wasn’t sure what to make of everything that had been going through him when that root of infatuation had started to bloom inside him.

rather than sulk or contemplate on his thoughts for too long, he surmised it was best to simply come clean and ask for advice.

but when he confessed to what had been on his mind lately, he wasn’t expecting such a vigorous response from his friends.

“i’ve been thinking about asking y/n out.”

there was a layer of uncomfortable silence amongst the group before all hell eventually broke loose.

midoriya, uraraka, and iida immediately sprung from their seats in the common room, yelling “what?!” in unison. tsuyu and her frog-like mannerisms were more idle, but still surprised nonetheless.

todoroki was unfazed by their reactions, actually expecting it to go that way considering he’s never brought up any topics of that nature before. at the very least, he’s thankful he decided to say this when it was just the five of them. compared to what the whole class’s reaction would have been like, this was incredibly tame.

todoroki was used to always listening to what others had to say and never being the subject of the conversation when it came to dating.

but now things were different. he was openly admitting to them that he was regarding someone romantically. that he possibly sought a relationship with this someone—wanting to be committed to them and become the very best person he could be right next to them. to the four, this was coming completely out of left field.

after everyone simmered down and let the news sink in, the dual-haired boy resumed his thought,

“but i’m not sure how to do it.”

though the entirety of the group never had any experiences when it came to dating, they knew enough from media and pop culture to get an idea on how to help him. more than todoroki could imagine on his own anyway.

“i know! how about we go with the romantic and suave approach!” uraraka suggested. the rest asked her to elaborate.

“it’s simple! it starts by you leaving a note on her desk right before class, saying to meet you on the rooftop of the school! before the designated time, you should wait there for her with a bouquet of flowers, and then when she arrives, confess your feelings and ask her out!”

midoriya rubbed a finger against his cheek, skeptical. “i don’t think that sounds as simple as you’re making it out to be.”

tsuyu chimed in beside him. “those kinds of ideas usually only work well in books, ochako.”

pursing her lips, uraraka gave her plan a once-over, and realized it did seem a bit more involved and out of character than what todoroki was used to.

despite sharing a few more ideas with one another, they couldn’t narrow it down to any perfect one.

that was when iida clapped his hand, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“alright, i think we’re starting to blow this whole ‘operation’ way out of proportion,” he said.

“if you’re honest about the way you feel about her and show it sincerely, i’m sure she’ll consider your feelings. you don’t have to do anything extravagant when it comes to asking someone out.”

listening throughout every word, todoroki nodded. meanwhile the other three were astonished that their class representative could be so whimsical when it came to romance, which in turn, iida was conflicted by. however, at the very least he was glad they could help out a friend. and so, todoroki went about his day with their discussion in mind.

he found that in many occurrences, whenever he crossed by you and thought of it as a chance to ask you out, there would always be someone to come in and take your time away. leaving him to stand there awkwardly before dismissing the fated question for later.

eventually, the sky dimmed and evening arrived, and by then, the whole class was already back at their dormitory and about to have dinner.

through some rather convenient circumstances, you two were actually assigned on kitchen duty that night.

“it’s been getting pretty cold lately so i was thinking we should cook up a hot pot for everyone.” you gave your idea to him as you pulled out some ingredients from the fridge, waiting for his reply, but it came a few seconds later than you were expecting.

“right. sounds like a good idea,” todoroki answered a tad late. upon realizing it was only going to be the two of you making dinner tonight, his mind was occupied by what he and his friends spoke about earlier.

that was when he started overthinking the situation and absentmindedly half-assed his work.

“todoroki, the cut on the tofu is slightly uneven.” you reviewed his cutting board. looking down, he saw the inconsistent slices of tofu limp in front of him. if bakugou were the executive chef for the evening, he would’ve had to hear an earful from him.

“sorry…” he apologized quietly, reaching out for another cube of tofu to cut.

“is everything okay? i know you’re still learning how to cook, but i’ve seen you show some significant improvement on your knife skills recently.” you voiced your concern for him.

the white and red-haired boy stared at the white bean curd while hearing your worried tone and couldn’t find it within himself to continue the task. it was now or never he thought. he laid the knife flat on the cutting board.

“actually, i wanted to ask you something.” he turned toward you. “do you… want to go out with me?”

nothing but the sound of the fire running on the stove could be heard in the kitchen. todoroki didn’t move his eyes away from you, watching you nearly drop the plate of siu choy and shiitake mushrooms out of shock as your mouth was hanging open.

when you caught onto your bearings, you let out a small laugh. “oh… i… wasn’t expecting that,” you admitted honestly, placing the ingredients on the counter safely.

the boy furrowed his brows. “is that a no?”

“n-no! i mean that isn’t my answer! i–” you fumbled with your words, cheeks warming up now that his confession had finally sunk in. in the meantime, todoroki found your reaction quite amusing. the corner of his lip quirked into a grin.

“what i mean to say is that yes, i’d love to go out with you.” you accepted the offer wholeheartedly. todoroki would be lying if his heart wasn’t throbbing from anticipation. he’s glad he’s able to rest and put that aside.

“now let’s continue making this hot pot together!” you cheered, smiling widely and he found comfort in your words before resuming slicing the tofu.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Anonymous asked:

Hello!!! This is not a request, just a question out of pure curiosity. Do you guys have THAT one shot/fanfic that you read, like, all the time!!!? Like, whenever you are sad or happy or in a bad mood or just when you have nothing to read, you go straight to that story?

Mine is "Looking for something that'll (never) come" by Klaineanummel

I love it. Without angst and with a Kurt that literally makes me drool!!!

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LYNNE

Where There’s Smoke by stoney  [also on LJ]

Fireman AU, set 7 years after graduation. Kurt is Kurt, except that he never met Blaine Anderson. Blaine grew up in Brooklyn with his mother and firefighter father. Rachel and Kurt have graduated NYADA, Kurt gained a Masters from Tisch, and now they’re in their first post-college apartment together ready to tackle their dreams. Unfortunately, Rachel never learned how to properly cook and almost sets their new house on fire. Enter Dreamy McFirepants.

Note: The fic is locked on AO3, meaning you need an AO3 account to access it.

PDFs:

Where There’s Smoke

Saying Goodbye to the Engine Co 204

And Hello to Station 114

A Love I Can Be Sure of

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Everyday by whatIknew  [PDF/EPUB]

A few days after their 2nd wedding anniversary, Kurt is in an accident and falls into a coma. Blaine struggles with the decision to let him go, and the night before they’re set to pull the plug, Kurt wakes up. One problem: He thinks it’s 2008 and that he is 14 years old. No New Directions, no Finn and Carole, and no Blaine. Blaine helps Kurt try to remember his old life while they consider starting a new one.

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The Muse by @the-cimmerians

An AU that shamelessly thieves giant pieces of plot from Anne Rice’s novel Belinda. Blaine is thirty-four. Kurt is sixteen. Stuff happens (not exactly the same stuff as is in the book, jsyk).

Read at: AO3 or LJ or Download the [PDF]

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HKVOYAGE

Syrup and Honey by @heartsmadeofbooks 

Kurt Hummel is 25 years old when he finds himself being the owner of the bakery he had been dreaming about his whole life, just in time to sweeten up Blaine Anderson's days.

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Summer Buzzkill by Star55

The five times Burt catches Kurt and Blaine having sex and it’s awkward and the one time it isn’t.

Collide by scatterthestars | @scatter-the-stars

Kurt Hummel is having a terrible week. On top of his car breaking down and his laptop dying at the worst time possible, finding his boyfriend cheating on him is the final straw against the camel’s back. A night of drinking is much deserved. But waking up in bed with star quarterback Blaine Anderson is something he doesn’t need. Determined to forget it and move on, he finds that hard when Blaine has other ideas. At first wanting nothing to do with the biggest playboy on campus, somehow Kurt finds himself agreeing to being friends with Blaine. It’s a friendship that opens his eyes to the guy he never really knew. And soon finds him wanting the one person he maybe shouldn’t want.

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LILYVANDERSTEEN

I re-read a lot, and these are the stories I go back to most often.

One-shots/Two-shots:

Stranded/Recovered by @skivvysupreme

Blaine gets kicked out of his own room when his two best friends decide to resolve their sexual tension, but, as it turns out, being sexiled is not the end of the world.

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Don’t make me over by @klaineanummel

Kurt thinks today will just be an average day; he'll go to work, he'll pine for his friend-with-benefits Blaine (who he desperately wants to become more), and he'll remind his boss for the millionth time that he doesn't want to be set up with her son. It goes pretty much as he expects... well, sort of.

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Rivalmance by @klaineanummel​

Kurt and Blaine are professors in the same department at NYADA. They do not get along.

Or do they?

Multichapters:

Missing Pieces Verse by @sunshineoptimismandangels

Even after living in New York City for three years Kurt Hummel still hasn’t found love. He thought that the city of his dreams would make all of his dreams come true, but maybe he just isn’t made for romance. That is until Kurt is home for the summer, helping his father run his growing Android Repair shop and getting to know hid dad’s latest acquisition, a handsome and sweet android with curly hair, and a kind smile and a love for musicals. Maybe Kurt will discover that love isn’t what he always thought it was.

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Too Late by zavocado

When Blaine came out at sixteen, everything changed. Fifty years in the future, sixteen year old Kurt is still hiding himself away, lost in the misery of a friendless high school life with only the memories of a dark-haired, kind boy who helped him when his mother died. A story of lost chances, saviors, and how love transcends the limits of Time. soulmates!Klaine, AU

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Serenade My Heart by MrsCriss2012

Kurt Hummel is a hugely successful actor, who suddenly finds himself having to take care of three small children. Blaine Anderson is a struggling musician, hired to teach piano. Only, Blaine has never taught piano before, and Kurt has never had to be a parent before. It’s a voyage of discovery for all of them.

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

can you pleasee do pt 2 to draco fucking his arranged marriage wife of the next day the reader being needy saying that she can’t get enough of him while he’s working in his office and he’s like “babe im busy😑” but then rails tf outta her right there😀 with like praise and daddy kink😩😩😩

read part 1 here

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 3.0k

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles, daddy kink, praise, slight degradation/humiliation, mentions of arranged marriage

a/n: i have been so excited to write a part two to this imagine the second i got the request. there will also be a part three coming soon so if you like these stay tuned! these have to be my favorite ones i've ever written.

It was the day after your marriage truly started. Although you and your husband, Draco Malfoy, had been married for weeks, the marriage truly began yesterday.

It had been a whirlwind.

It all began with you fucking your ex boyfriend, something you did in a desperate attempt to receive physical contact and get out of the house you had thought to be a prison.

When your husband came home, you decided it would be a brilliant idea to tell him. It was an arranged marriage, one that he did not seem enthusiastic to be a part of, so you figured there would be no hard feelings.

You were incredibly, incredibly wrong.

He had a lot of feelings about your adultery, but not only was there the anger and jealousy you were expecting, there was sadness. That had taken you by surprise, and only after poking the dragon, you finally consummated your marriage with your husband. Right there on the couch of the entrance hall.

After he had fucked you silly, you both reached the agreement that you would actually try to work as a real marriage. You had both made mistakes, and you were both ready and excited to move past those and really try to build a relationship out of what you had both thought was doomed from the start.

Which was why you were in front of his study, a hand raised and ready to knock, the following evening. He had been in there most of the day, working on a project for what you had learned to be connected to the Malfoy’s family business, but you were ready to put an end to his work day in the best way you knew how.

Your hand had barely connected with the wood when you heard a curt “Come in,” from the other side of the door.

You opened the door slowly and walked in, taking in the sight before you. There were papers scattered all over the desk, inkwells and quills mixed into the mess. Either you caught him at a bad time, or he wasn’t as tidy as you had assumed.

But it wasn’t the desk that caught your eye. It was him.

His button down shirt was rolled up the elbows at the cuffs. His hands, already littered with rings, were smudged with ink and deftly writing something down on a piece of parchment. There wasn’t a single hair out of place on his head, but what struck you were his glasses. You didn’t even know he wore glasses. But he looked damn good in them, because of course he fucking did.

“Yes?” He asked, a smug smile on his face as he watched you openly check him out. You hadn’t even realized he had looked up from the parchment he had been writing on.

“Just figured you could use a break, dinner’s ready,” you explained, quickly catching yourself.

“I’ll be out in a bit. I just need to finish this bit up,” he replied, an obvious dismissal but you had had enough of that over the past two weeks to last a lifetime.

“Draco, you’ve obviously been at this for a while. Just come take a break,” you argued defiantly, happy with the knowledge you finally felt comfortable enough to do so.

“Y/N, I’m busy,” he said gently, clearly not wanting to break the carefully made balance you had just created with a silly argument, but you couldn’t help yourself.

You admitted it to yourself when you walked in the room. You didn’t really want him to take a break just to have dinner with you. No. You wanted him to take a break so he would fuck you right over his desk.

“You can finish it later,” you continued, your arms crossed over your chest as you waited for his eventual push back.

But his argument never came.

Slowly, painfully slow, he began to stack up his papers in neat piles to put them away. Next were the inkwells being covered and finally the quills being put away. All without a word between you both.

When his desk was cleared, he finally turned his attention back to you.

“You come into my study and argue with me over taking a break just to go eat dinner. You haven’t bothered to ask me to dinner once over the past few weeks. So is it really dinner that’s got you so riled up, or is it something else?” He asked straight faced, but the twinkle in his eye led you to believe he knew exactly why you were arguing.

“Can’t a wife just want to spend time with her husband?” You argued, but it didn’t hold the impact you wanted the words to have.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, pushing his chair back just slightly. “Come here,” he commanded, crooking his fingers in your direction.

With just two silly little words your skin was flushed and your nerves were on fire. You weren’t sure what type of hold this man had over you, but it ran deep for only having just fucked him the day before for the first time.

You followed his command without a second thought, and it led you to standing right between his spread legs with your back pressed up against his now pristine desk.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think my wife just wants to get fucked. Am I correct?” He asked, raking his eyes over your body greedily, taking in every inch of you. You were just lucky you dressed to impress tonight in a perfect, form-fitting black cocktail dress. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Yes,” you answered easily, completely giving up the fight now that you could see the hunger that you felt reflected in his eyes.

He gave you a slow smile before dragging you down to straddle his lap, perfectly placing you so you could feel his growing erection against your core as he kissed you roughly. It was perfect after a day of craving him so fiercely, and you knew this was only the appetizer.

His hands possessively roamed your body as he continued to dominate your kiss, finally landing on your ass to pull you closer against him. Your hands made quick work of taking his glasses off and gently placing them on the desk somewhere behind you before trailing through his hair, messing up his perfectly placed platinum locks.

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down on him, moans spilling from both of your lips at the friction. He let you do as you please for a few minutes, just enjoying kissing you and having you in his lap, but once your hands went to undo the buttons on his shirt, he gripped your hips roughly and pushed you back.

“Let’s get one thing straight, pretty girl. I’m in charge, and you’ll be a good girl and do as I say, won’t you?” He asked, running a thumb along your lower lip as he spoke.

You bit his finger gently before answering, and your answer only riled him up more than the bite did.

“Yes, Daddy.”

And just like that he unleashed himself on you, much like he had done the day before.

He had you on your feet and spun around faster than you could even blink. Within the next breath, your dress was being stripped off of your body and thrown across the room, your breasts exposed. When he had you bent over the desk with just a thong on, he finally opened his mouth again.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you, pretty girl?” He asked, dragging his hands up the back of your thighs until he was grabbing your ass again.

“Yes,” you gasped out, knowing you were already drenched from his words and touch alone.

When you felt his palm connect with your raised ass, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that fell from your lips.

“Yes, what?” He asked, rubbing his hands in circles to soothe the ache, but the contrast of his warm skin and cold rings only left you shaking.

“Yes, Daddy,” you answered, saying the words again.

They were meant to be a joke at first. Just another jest to rile him up and poke at him. But now, after having called him Daddy twice, it was starting to feel right. Like this was exactly the dynamic you were meant to be in with him.

“So much better. Look at you, already dripping down your thighs,” he mused, his finger trailing up your thigh in what you could only assume was a patch of wetness, a blush falling over your face at the thought.

He dragged your thong down your legs and slowly freed your feet before tossing the scrap of fabric across the room as well, leaving you totally exposed.

“Is this what you wanted? To be bent over Daddy’s desk just begging to be fucked?” He asked, his weight pinning you down as he bent over, slowly dragging his lips up the side of your neck as he spoke. You could feel how hard he was against your ass and you fought now to roll your hips into him, but you knew he would put an end to it anyway.

“Please fuck me,” you begged quietly, your words no more than a whisper as you played right into the fantasy he was spinning for the both of you.

“Patience, darling,” he said accompanied by a dark chuckle, but he didn’t leave you wanting.

He kept his weight on you, his lips leaving open mouth kisses on your neck that were sure to leave bruises for the coming days, but he dragged a finger up your slit and plunged inside of you.

You were so on edge that the one finger almost made you cum right then, but of course he was careful to make sure that didn’t happen. He teased you along until one finger turned into two, and by then you were a writhing mess on his desk.

“Daddy, please. I’m ready. Just fuck me,” you begged impatiently, all of your focus on him and his miraculous fingers.

Silently, he pulled back to stand up fully behind you. For a moment, you thought you’d be getting what you wanted, but you should have known it was too good to be true. You weren’t getting fucked until he thought you were ready.

You felt his thumbs pull your lips apart, and you knew all of his focus was right on you, right on where you were a dripping mess for him and that had you fighting not to squirm under his gaze.

“I told you to be patient, pretty girl. Or are you just that desperate to cum you couldn’t help yourself? Because this pretty little hole isn’t ready for me yet,” he mused, and his words forced an unexpected moan out of you.

You were exposed and aching, a true flushed mess in front of him, while he was a master of poise and control, still fully clothed behind you. Something about the situation made your head spin and your knees weak, and you knew you were in for a wild ride with this man. But you were willing to take anything and everything he threw your way because there was no denying you were enjoying every second of this. Not when he was holding you open obscenely and could see the evidence for himself.

“I want to cum,” you answered honestly, your breasts grinding on the desk and you arched your back, further exposing yourself in the hopes that he would fulfill your wishes.

While still holding you open, he used one gentle finger to stroke over your clit and it was just enough pressure to cause a shiver to run down your spine. If he kept it up, you knew you’d cum in seconds. “Go ahead, cum for me. Let me watch you make a mess of yourself,” he commanded, keeping the gentle pressure on your clit.

You came with a scream, your legs shaking beneath you. The desk was the only reason you stayed up, otherwise you would have collapsed from the force of your orgasm right there. It felt like one of the most intense orgasms of your life, all just from a little flick of his finger.

As you came down, you were gasping for air, just as desperate for your next breath as you were for Draco’s cock. No matter how mind shattering your orgasm had been, you were still craving more. You’d always crave more from him.

“That was beautiful, darling - watching you clench around nothing as you screamed for me. I think you’re ready for my cock now,” he mused, slowly stroking his hands up and down your back in an effort to calm your body, but every nerve was on fire from his touch.

“Please, please, fuck me Draco. I need you,” you were begging shamelessly now, not even worried about making a fool of yourself in this new marriage. You were both too invested in this moment to care, both of you just knew you needed each other.

“Shh, you have me, pretty girl. I’m right here,” he soothed, placing gentle kisses on your shoulders as he worked to free his cock behind you. “Stay just like that.”

You didn’t even know he had succeeded in taking his cock out until you felt his tip against your entrance, and he didn’t wait a second longer. He plunged into you like he was just as desperate as you were, which by the way he was fucking you in brutal strokes, you could tell he was.

Your hands clutched the edge of the desk for dear life, your knuckles a bright white against the dark oak wood. With every thrust, your hips collided with the sharp edge, sure to leave some marks for you to admire the next day.

You could feel the power behind each deep, hard stroke and you knew he was giving you his all. The previous night had been kind and sweet compared to the brutal fucking he was giving you now. You felt fucked within an inch of your life and he had barely even started.

“Fuck, Y/N. You take me so fucking well. So perfect,” he praised, not even sounding out of breath. Meanwhile, you couldn’t even control the noises that were coming from your mouth.

You climbed up the peak steadily, but even in your cock drunk daze you knew this orgasm would wipe you out. Once you were about to reach the edge, he pulled out.

“No, please, fuck. I was so close,” you whined, but a startled gasp came out of your mouth next when he lifted you up and spun you around, your back crashing back down on the desk with a gentle thud.

You finally got the chance to look at him, then. His cock was hard and aching, on the verge of falling over the edge himself. His hair was disheveled and he had that glow that only sex could bring coming from his perfect skin, but when you locked eyes you couldn’t look away. His silver eyes were clouded with lust and possession, a man closing in for the kill on his prey. It was terrifying and arousing all at once, but you were sure your own eyes reflected something similar.

Draco wasted no time in hoisting your legs over his shoulders and coming down to take your lips in a brutal kiss just before fucking back into you, his pace the same as it had been in the previous position. He swallowed your moans greedily, but finally pulled back to just concentrate on your face.

“I needed to look at you when you came on my cock. Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart for me,” he ordered, but his voice was gentle and there was a smile fighting to tug on his face. It didn’t hold the same dominance his previous commands did, but you followed it all the same.

One, two, three thrusts later you came with his name on your lips as he fucked you through it. It was like your whole world blacked out and only the two of you existed, suspended in this moment as he stared down at your blissed out face. He followed you shortly, and the feel of him emptying himself inside of you accompanied by the litany of choked out praises he was giving you was almost enough to push you into a third orgasm.

You both stayed like that as the minutes passed, chest to chest and near face to face as you caught your breath. It was no easy feat after an orgasm like that, but finally he was wrapping you in his arms and balancing you in his lap as he got comfortable in his desk chair once again.

“Was that too much?” He asked, the concern dripping from his voice as he tenderly brushed your hair from your face.

You could have laughed at his concern. That was the best sex you had ever had in your life, and he was asking if it was too much. But you didn’t want to worry him.

“Draco, that was perfect. I loved every second of it,” you told him honestly, tilting your head up so you could look him in the eye so he would have no room for doubt.

It was him who laughed then, in sheer disbelief of the woman curled up in his lap. “I got too lucky with you. You’re perfect,” he said with a smile, a small kiss to your forehead following his words.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” you insisted, curling further into his chest as the events of the evening finally wore on your body. It was comfortably silent for a few minutes as he held you, until you remembered why you had truly come into his study in the first place. “But I was serious when I came in. Dinner’s ready,” you reminded him with a slight giggle.

“How about I get you up to bed and we eat dinner in bed, hm?” He asked, already lifting you up and carrying you towards the door.

“Sounds perfect,” you said, relaxing against his strong chest as he continued to prove just how lucky you were to end up in this arranged marriage.

[artiepooh]

toys are meant to be broken.

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a (late) birthday gift for the beloved @dilucsweetheart/@tohmas-darling!!

characters: scaramouche, reader

summary: agitated by the failure from his subordinates, scaramouche decides to relieve his anger through you.

warnings: NSFW, dacryphilia/crying, sadomasochism, degradation, afab reader. let me know if there are any other warnings to be added!

enjoy!

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the door slammed open and you jumped from where you were resting. “these stupid bastards!” scaramouche yelled out before he slammed the door close, his face twisted in anger as he threw down the vase next to the entrance to the floor. his anger outbursts were nothing new so there wasn’t exactly anything breakable in the room (excluding the bed. that he did break often.) and that included the vase. it slid away without a scratch and that seemed to irritate him even further. you knew how he got- he wanted to break something, to feel back in control.

and if he couldn’t break an object, he’d break you instead.

he continued cursing and throwing things as he walked over to you spread out on the bed, so ready to take him already. even that sight didn’t appease him at all though and you knew it was going to be a long night. “these fuckers… they can’t even do one thing as i order them to, how fucking hard could it be? do i have to do everything around here?” he let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his face. since he had finally reached the bed there was nothing else to break but you and he could feel the arousal coursing through his veins at the sight of you, even with the slight fear in your eyes still spreading yourself open for him.

he didn’t waste any time with your clothing, simply ripping apart the shirt you were wearing and throwing the scraps of fabrics aside without any care. that was all you had on, mostly to provide him with.. easy access throughout the day. his hands found your face and he squished your cheeks, some of the anger in his eyes clearing only to be replaced with desire. “you though… you will be the perfect toy for me, won’t you? fuck, even just looking at you gets me excited.” he let go of your face, harshly enough to make you lose your balance and fall back onto the bed with him pouncing on you in the next second. there you were, trapped beneath a furious beast.

“how should i break you in today?” he mused, though it seemed like he was more so talking to himself. he really did treat you like a doll most of the time- he decided everything for you: your clothes, your meals, your daily schedule, how you orgasmed (if you got to orgasm at all) and you learned to love it. you weren’t given much choice on the matter regardless.

“slap yourself.” he ordered and you blanked for a second. “do i have to fucking repeat myself? are you stupid and deaf?” you gathered yourself and slapped yourself, though it was hesitant. no matter how much you wished to obey him it was hard to knowingly hurt yourself like this. could anyone even genuinely slap themselves with all their power?

your weak attempt only enraged him further and he snarled in your face. “you stupid bitch. do i have to show you how to do that as well?” he didn’t wait for a reply before slapping you, the force making tears well up in your eyes.

fuck. was it normal for you to get this wet at this kind of treatment? how many screws were loose in your head?

“that’s how you do it.” he said through gritted teeth before spitting on your face for good measure. you didn’t even blink, already used to this. “now. do it again and do it properly if you want even the slightest bit of mercy.”

well. that didn’t leave you with much choice. you took a moment to will yourself before slapping yourself, this time with the force he was looking for. the tears that welled up from his slap trickled down your cheeks this time. you could hear his laboured breathing as you stared up at him through dampened lashes, your cheek burning with the pain.

“fuck, so you can be useful for something. you must be crazy to be able to slap yourself like that..” he mocked you, as if he hadn’t ordered you to do it in the first place. you didn’t open your mouth, knowing anything you said right now would just piss him off. you were just a doll to him right now- you would speak when he told you to and hurt yourself for him to get off to.

he grabbed you by the hair and yanked you towards the mirror next to the bed, uncaring as you winced with the pain. “do it again and this time look at yourself. see how fucking pathetic you are, slapping yourself with all the power you have because a man told you to.” you didn’t hesitate this time and slapped yourself again, and again, and again.

scara busied himself with sliding his hand under your hips and when his fingers found your pussy he started laughing like a mad man. “you’re soaking the sheets. what the fuck is wrong with you, how could you get off on hurting yourself? or is it because you like being my toy so much?” as he talked he pushed in two of his fingers at the same time, barely waiting for you to adjust before pushing the third one in. the sudden stretch made you wince. although you were rather wet it wasn’t enough to take all of them in one go but scaramouche didn’t care. he never did when he was in this mood.

“did i tell you to stop? the second i think maybe you’re not a good for nothing you fail me once again.” he scolded in your ear and you couldn’t even comprehend what he wanted you to do with the way he slid his fingers in and out of you, getting you closer and closer to your high. you only came back to your senses when he slapped you once again and even then the pain made your mind go hazy, the lines between the pleasure from your cunt and the stinging pain of your cheek long blurred. even as you whimpered out his name and tried to stop him he didn’t even slow down, instead only increased his pace and continued to finger you until you rode out your orgasm completely.

he slapped you again, this time to get your attention and as you stared up at him through the cloudiness of your mind he groaned. “you look so good that i almost feel bad for the things i’m about to do to you. open up.” you obeyed and he shoved his fingers coated in your juices in your mouth. you gagged around them but he only kept pushing them in further and further, until your juices and drool were so mixed together it was impossible to tell which was which. he made you taste yourself thoroughly, lazily pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth with an amused expression.

once enough drool trickled out and he was pleased with the mess on your face, he forced his fingers truly down your throat this time and you gagged, once again tears welling up in your eyes. he palmed himself through his clothes at the sight of you looking so pathetic, uselessly choking around his fingers. “you look like such a cheap fucking whore right now, shit… do you like the taste of yourself that much?” he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, only laughing at you as you gasped for breath and coughed with the sudden burst of air.

“suck me off.” he ordered and when you opened your mouth to ask him to fuck you instead, he slapped you even harder than before. “are you trying to piss me off even further? if i tell you to do something, you have to treat it like god’s will.” you nodded obediently this time and bent down.

you took his cock out and spat on your hand so it’d be easier to jack him off as you serviced the head. he was big enough for you to struggle to take all of him and you didn’t want a sore jaw from the start. “hurry the fuck up already!” he snarled and you quickly went to work, taking the head between your lips and swirling your tongue around it. your hand continued to pump him as you looked up at him, the twisted expression on his pretty face not softening the slightest bit. you clearly had to work harder.

you let the head go and instead licked a stripe up from the bottom to the top of his cock before taking it back into your mouth, this time trying your hardest to go as deep as you could. scaramouche got off the most on seeing you struggle and cry oh so pathetically and you would give it to him.

you gagged once he hit the back of your throat but tried to keep going until tears were falling freely. that got the expression on his face to change, leaving it’s place to a mad like grin. “this really is the only thing you’re good for, huh? you were clearly meant to take my cock.” he let you struggle for a couple more seconds before kindly assisting you by shoving it completely down your throat and you were sobbing as you tried to adjust. he held it there for a bit as he dried out your tears with mock sympathy.

he pulled out and gave you a chance to breathe and as soon as you were done he forced himself back down your throat. he kept the pace going, fucking your throat like a fleshlight as groans fell out of his mouth whenever you scratched his thighs for something to hold onto.

luckily for you he didn’t cum down your throat. instead he pulled out one last time and before you knew it, he was coming on your face dampened with tears. he stroked himself to get every last drop out as you laid there and let him appreciate his work.

once he deemed it finished he started scooping it up and you opened your mouth out of habit. “don’t waste a drop. i’ve been so kind as to let you have this, so don’t be ungrateful now.” he muttered as he filled your mouth with all the cum he let out onto your face. once he was done, you stuck out your tongue to show him before closing it and swallowing. once you opened your now empty mouth back again and showed him, he hummed in appreciation. “i seem to have trained you well.”

[saintshigaraki]

HERE, IN THE MORNING LIGHT, IS WHERE WE’LL BARE OUR SOULS

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader 

words: 3.2k

excerpt: Really, how many times can you blame Ushijima for breaking your heart when you’re the one who can’t seem to stop handing it to him -- on a silver fucking platter no less. 

a/n: this is...a bit too similar to my bakugou drabble i’ll admit. but i could see a relationship with ushijima having some of the same problems. he’s not purposely cruel, but god, doesn’t that just make it so much worse?

tags: angst, mentions of alcohol, implied sex, reader is full of rage, ambiguous/open ending

in case you want to read it on ao3!

You greet Toshi at the door, as you’ve made a habit of doing when he manages to come home before you’ve fallen asleep.

(Like a well-trained dog, you think, with only the most bitter sort of amusement.) 

When you lift your hand up to cup his face, a sweet hello, love, how was your day? on your lips, he sweeps it aside (gently, of course. He's always so sickeningly gentle when he brushes you aside. You think that might just make the hollow sting of his nonchalant rejection that much worse.)

“Have you made anything for dinner?” he asks, already walking away before you have a chance to pull him down for a kiss. Your arm falls unceremoniously at your side. A deadweight, swinging. 

I think I might hate you, you want to say, so,  so badly. The words are there, right on the tip of your tongue as you stand frozen in the darkened entryway, his shadow stretches, eclipsing you, as he walks further and further away.

But these moments of sweet burning-hot rage pass as quickly as they come and soon -- too soon, maybe, or not soon enough -- you find yourself turning on your heels and shining a too-bright smile, the one that shows too many teeth and leaves an ache in your cheeks. 

“Not yet, love, but I can whip up something real quick.” 

The words taste like lead in your mouth.

(Or maybe that's just the blood from biting your tongue.)

Who knows, you muse, bitterly, bitingly. What does it matter anyway? 

You make your way towards the kitchen.

+

Later that night, after he’s finished fucking you into the mattress, he grunts out an I love you, before rolling over and promptly falling asleep. 

His cum is sticky and uncomfortable as it cools on your burning thighs. 

You stare at the lights sweeping across the ceiling from the passing cars and try to remember days when you didn’t feel as though someone had hollowed out everything that made you and filled in the empty space with barely contained rage. 

Rationally, you know you weren’t always so unhappy with Ushijima. You loved him -- you still do -- you have for years. You could barely contain your tears of joy when he asked you to marry him and you didn’t manage to contain them at all the day you officially tied the knot. 

You were so happy then. So, so, happy. 

What happened? 

(You know exactly what happened.)

You’ve made sacrifice after sacrifice for him. Moved from country to country. Left your family and friends behind more times than you can count. Because you love Toshi. Because you love him more than anything. And because he loves you, though you know he doesn’t love you more than anything. It’s a selfish gripe to have. A rather dumb one too. Of course he doesn’t love you more than volleyball. Why should he? He’s dedicated his whole life to the sport. Countless hours, countless injuries, and setbacks, and he’s persevered through it all because that's what he does. Because that sport, that court, that stupid fucking ball, is what he loves above all else. 

It’s not as if you jumped into this marriage wholly and totally blind. You’re not dumb. You knew volleyball was going to be a priority in his life,  the priority. And you thought you could handle that. You did handle it. For 5 years you’ve handled it, the constant moving, the last minute canceled plans, the weeks of him traveling that have left you all alone for near months at a time in a cold home with a cold bed. You’ve handled it all with a too-wide smile plastered painfully across your face. 

But things have -- shifted, recently. Maybe it’s the pressure of what could very well be his last Olympics coming up in these next few years, maybe it’s the fear of someone younger, better, stronger than him taking his place, or maybe, he simply doesn’t give all that much of a  fuck about you anymore. 

(You know that’s not true. Wakatoshi loves you. You know that. Which is what makes this all so much worse.)

I love you, isn’t that enough? he’d said bluntly, and maybe a bit confused, last time you brought up your concerns after the third canceled date in a row. 

His words had made you pause. Was it enough? Why isn’t it enough? Shouldn’t it be enough?

At the time, you’d thought, maybe. Maybe I can make it enough. 

A year later and you’ve come to the realization that it simply -- isn’t enough. Maybe if you were a different person, a slightly better person, it’d be enough. But you’re not. You’re you, a strange, toxic concoction of hollow fury and selfish desires (for comfort, for love, for anything more than whatever this is).

You roll over on your side to face your husband. He’s on his back, like he always is when he sleeps, completely dead to the world. 

He’s statuesque, unmovable, untouchable, even now. 

You gently brush your finger over his brow, sweeping his hair to the side, and tracing his strong jawline. You’ve done this a thousand times. You’ve memorized every curve, every freckle, every scar. You’ve mapped countless constellations across his skin. 

You don’t hate him, you realize, in the dark suffocating silence of the night. Not yet, at least. There’s still too much love for him in your heart. Still too many memories of brighter days. Sweeter days. Gentler days. 

He’s been good to you. As good as a man like him is capable of being. And you love him so, so dearly for it. 

He has tomorrow off, maybe -- maybe you should talk to him. There’s still time to salvage this. There’s still so much love for him in your heart, enough to drive out the hate. You know it. 

He has tomorrow off, you repeat to yourself. The first full day he’s taken off in a month. 

You’ll talk to him then. 

You have to. 

+

The morning light is what wakes you. The gentle rays kiss your cheeks so sweetly. 

Without fully opening your eyes, you reach towards Ushi only to be met with -- cool sheets. 

Your stomach drops painfully and it's as though he’s taken your heart in his hands and just squeezed. 

You open your eyes, wearily, tiredly, and the morning light no longer seems so sweet. It’s mocking. A cruel, bitter reminder of better days and broken promises. 

You crawl out of bed, trying to stay optimistic -- maybe he just went for a morning jog -- even though you know that on days he has off he likes to sleep in. You try desperately to give him the benefit of the doubt, because he promised and you want so badly to still be able to believe him, even after everything. 

He used to have every Saturday and Sunday free, then around three years ago it turned into every Sunday, then a year and a half ago it turned into every other Sunday, and recently -- well, it’s been a while. A long, long while. 

But he promised he’d stay home today. 

He promised, you repeat as you stumble around the apartment only to find it painfully silent, empty, and so, so cold. 

You collapse on the couch, hunched over, your head hanging pitifully into your hands. You take a deep, pathetically shaky breath. 

And then you laugh. 

You laugh so hard you nearly heave. 

Two years ago, you would’ve cried. A year ago, you would’ve screamed. 

But now? Who do you really have to blame, but yourself? How can you not laugh? How can you not laugh at just how stupid and gullible you are? 

Really, how many times can you blame Ushijima for breaking your heart when you’re the one who can’t seem to stop handing it to him -- on a silver fucking platter no less. 

This is your fault. And it has been for a long while now. 

It’s time to move on. 

+

You book a one-way flight home -- you haven’t been back in so long. Too long, you know. You stuff as much as you can into your single suitcase and pitiful carry-on bag. It’s all strangely methodical and robotic. You’re calmer than you’ve been in months. 

This is how it was always going to end. Honestly, you don’t think there was really supposed to be another option, any other way out. You don’t think this mess was ever going to be fixed. It was stupid of you to ever believe otherwise. 

By the time you’ve managed to compose yourself, get your affairs in order, and meticulously pack away as much as you can, the sun has started to dip below the horizon. 

The clock reads 9:18 PM. Your flight is in a few hours. You’ll have to get going soon. 

You pick out the nicest, most expensive bottle of red wine in your home. You were going to save it for when Ushi made the national team again but, as you’ve learned rather painfully, sometimes plans change. 

You pour yourself a glass, but in the end, can’t bring yourself to take a single sip. 

That’s how Ushi finds you, sitting at the kitchen table, toying with a glass of wine. There’s only the lone kitchen light lit in the apartment. The shadows dance around him, dark and monstrous, ready to swallow you both whole. 

Wakatoshi has never been particularly skilled at reading social cues but you can tell from the slight tilt of his head that he knows somethings wrong. You wonder if he knows exactly how wrong. 

(Not that it would really change anything if he did.)

The thud of his gym bag hitting the floor echoes too loudly in the silent apartment. 

He steps into the kitchen like he does all other things -- with purpose, with confidence. It will never not leave you in awe, even now, how sure he always is of himself. He’s a blunt force weapon, he always has been, and you can’t imagine a time where he’ll be anything but. 

He stops at the opposite end of the table. It’s the beginning of the same song and dance you two have done time and time again when he breaks his little promises. 

His big ones too. 

(You think of when he had missed your five-year anniversary dinner for a last-minute practice. He hadn’t forgotten about the reservation, he’d told you after he’d returned home to you sitting alone at the kitchen table, half-drunk and livid, but people were relying on him, is what he’d said, and there’s always next year.)

This routine is comforting, if only in the cruelest way. 

We can put on a show, just this last time, you think. For old time’s sake. 

Your eyes fall back down to your glass as you speak. “You said you’d stay home today.”

You look back up just in time to see him opening his mouth. No doubt getting ready to cycle through the same set of excuses he’s been using for the past four years. 

A teammate called. 

I needed the extra practice. 

There’s a skill I need to perfect. 

The Olympics are 4 years away...3 years away...2 years away....you know that, love.

And, of course, no matter his reason, his excuse, he always makes sure to add, I’ll stay home next Sunday, I promise. 

He doesn’t intend for that last part to be cruel, you’re sure of it, but God, if that doesn’t make it so much worse. 

You cut him off before he can even start. “You promised.”

His brows furrow at your exhausted, weary tone. “There was a team meeting today, I’m sorry I forgot to mention it to you. It went on longer than I expected it would. We can still go out to dinner if you’d like.” 

You give him a sad sort of smile. You’re too tired to give him any other. “I don’t think I’ll have time for that, love.”

Ushijima’s left brow twitches, as it always does when he doesn’t quite understand what’s going on. 

He takes a step forward, around the table. “What do you mean? Are you going out tonight?” 

You shake your head softly. “No, Toshi.”

You can’t help but wish more than anything, that it didn’t have to come to this, because you have loved him so much, so deeply, and you think that for it to end like this is a disservice to you both. 

His jaw clenches, no doubt already trying to contain his frustration. He’s probably tired after his long day. An argument over something like this is probably the last thing he wants. A good wife would care more. A good wife might’ve persevered, smiled through her husband's little lies and shattered promises. A good wife might’ve tried harder. A good wife might’ve dug her heels in, instead of letting go completely. 

But you’re not a good wife. Not now, at least. For all you know, you never were. You’ve always been just a bit too bitter, too selfish, too flawed. Not willing enough to throw yourself on the metaphorical altar for him. 

He’s close enough now that he can see the suitcase at your side. It stops him dead in his tracks. 

“What’s going on?” His tone is hard, demanding, but you know him too well to miss the fear that pulls at the corner of his eyes. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi is a lot of things. But he’s certainly not dumb. He has to know what’s going on. He has to have known that, eventually, this was what was going to happen. 

You stand up slowly, bracing your palms against the rough wood of the tabletop. 

“I-” you let out a harsh, mean breath. You hate that you’re doing this. But you’d hate yourself more if you didn’t. And you know you’d grow to hate him too, eventually, if you stay. You’re burning up here in this home, each broken promise and cold night add fuel to the already raging fire. You’ll be nothing but ashes soon enough. “I can’t do this anymore, Wakatoshi.” 

His pretty olive eyes narrow. The look he gives you is practically glacial. His fury has always been so, so cold. A stark contrast to your burning rage. 

He takes a deep breath. “I don’t understand.” His words are slow, methodical, and too even.

They crack open something violent inside your chest, something with teeth. Something mean and ugly and so, so sad. 

Too many years of biting your tongue have culminated into this moment. It’s time to strip yourself to the bone, to the ugly marrow. No matter how painful or awful. 

Don’t you two deserve that, at least? Don’t you two deserve to part ways having seen the worst of each other? 

“Of course you don’t understand, Ushijima,” you spit out, caustic and cruel. “How can you?” The laugh you let out is ripped from the very bottom of your heart, mean and poisonous. “Or more accurately, why would you? Why would you even bother understanding? It’s not like my unhappiness has ever really meant anything to you before-”

He cuts in sharply. “You know that’s not true.”

“No,”  you hiss. “I don’t. How can I? I’ve been miserable for years now, left to beg for scraps of your attention like a fucking dog. I’ve reduced myself to this pathetic creature. I-” tears cloud your vision, far faster than you can blink them away. “I don’t even recognize myself anymore, Ushijima. I’m so--I’m so angry all the time and if I stay here that’s going to be all that’s left of me.”

It’s silent after your outburst and in the air is something awful and too great. You’re both teetering on the edge of something terrifying. 

“If you stay with me, you mean,” he says, finally, and far too soft for a man like him. All signs of his previous fury have fled and in his eyes is a painful sort of vulnerability.

Your anger dissipates with his, mostly because you’re so fucking tired of being angry. 

Is it really his fault, anyway? What exactly were you expecting of him, when you took his last name? Were you really wanting him to change something so fundamental, so ingrained in his soul, just for you? How unfair of you, you realize now, how cruel. 

“Toshi.” You’re exhausted. And so sick of being second best. “This is more my fault than it is yours. I thought I could handle what being married to you would entail but I was,” -- you laugh, far less biting than before-- “very wrong.” You close your eyes, unable to look at him. “And now I suppose we’re both paying the price for it.” 

“I love you,” he says, bluntly. “And you love me.”

You’re finally able to meet his eyes again. You take in the planes of his face, the subtle pain etched into every corner, a brutal, beautiful reflection of the years you’ve spent by his side. 

“I do love you, Ushijima. More than anything.” 

“Then why are you doing this?” 

You swallow hard. “Sometimes, that just isn’t enough, Toshi. Relationships require more than love. They require work, and compromise, and some semblance of care and dedication, and you just-- you just don’t have the time for that right now, and I understand that. But I can’t keep doing this to myself. I deserve-” you stop and give yourself a moment to choose your words carefully, lovingly because you’re desperate for him to just understand. “We deserve better, don’t you think?”

He shakes his head, his hair falls in his eyes. You sweep it aside, a force of habit after all these years, something you’ve done a million and one times. Before you can jerk your arm back he grips it in his large hand. His fingers wrap around your wrist, unyielding. 

“I need you,” Toshi says, uncharacteristically desperate. You can feel the heat radiating off his chest. It's a twisted sort of comfort. Knowing this may very well be the last time you’ll be in this position. 

You smile, sweetly and a bit sadly. “No, you don’t, Ushi. You need volleyball. You need the thrill of the game and the taste of victory but you don’t need me. You’ve never needed me. And that’s okay.” You lift your other hand up to brush the stray tear that’s fallen from his eye. He nuzzles into your palm before you can move it, clinging to you like some sort of lifeline. “It’ll be okay, Toshi, we’ve just reached the end of our road. That’s all.”

He raises a shaky hand to trace the dried tracks of tears on your cheek, it’s startling to see him so uncomposed. “Please,” he nearly begs, “don’t do this.”

In your heart, there’s an odd brew of grief and rage and pain and love so mean you know you’ll feel the ache of it for years to come. 

You think of all the shattered promises he’s left at your feet, you think of the gentle way he’s held you through the years, you think of his string of nonchalant rejection, you think of yourself, bright and burning. 

Your mind spins from it and all you can do is rest your head against his chest and close your eyes.

a/n pt 2: there is some untapped potential in the fed up housewife genre and i am determined to unearth it. also i love ushi i promise i think he’d be a great husband under most circumstances