#wake up tomorrow and try to find a world that is brighter | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mlmxreader · 1 year

Text

Body Heat | Simon Ghost Riley x m!reader

anonymous asked: Can I request "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return" With ghost please? I'm probably gonna request something else when I got more time tonight or tomorrow if it's okay Take care!

summary: there's many things Ghost adores about his husband, even more things that he loves about him, too.

tws: swearing

support your fanfic writers by reblogging what you read & enjoy

Lying beside his husband at night was absolutely Ghost's favourite thing in the world, listening to his soft breathing and feeling it against his bare skin, his arm around his waist and his legs tangled; Ghost loved the feeling of having his husband so close, keeping him tight and flush against him, wide awake and staring at the ceiling with a small smile on his lips.

He adored his husband more than anything in the world, loved him more than he could possibly ever say, and would do anything for him; if his husband asked for the moon, Ghost would take it with his bare hands and bring it down. If his husband asked for the world, Ghost would put it on a stick with a little bow. He would do anything for him, he had no doubt about that; he adored everything about him, even his bad habits like leaving cigarette ends in the plant pots and littering the bedroom with empty Red Bull cans.

Ghost fucking adored every inch and every single thing about his husband. Whenever he was deployed, Ghost made sure to keep a copy of a picture that had been taken at his nikkah with him at all times; he would stare at it throughout the long and lonely nights, remembering that day with such great fondness. Remembering how it felt to love and to be loved in return; remembering the best thing he had ever been given. A chance.

But now, it was late, and with you crushed against his side, Ghost couldn't help but to think about how lucky he was to call you his husband; how lucky he was to tell you that he loved you, and to hear you say it back with that smile that always made his knees weak. How lucky he was to be able to follow wherever you went; how he only ever hoped that you wouldn't go somewhere he couldn't follow. He smiled, daring to dip his hand under your shirt so that he could feel your bare skin against his fingertips.

You groaned, moved closer against him and sighed; Ghost couldn't help but to smile a bit brighter. You always sought him out when you were asleep, even if you were on opposite sides of the bed during heatwaves, you would always find your way to him; even on the nights where he returned home late and decided to crash on the sofa, he would wake up to find you cuddled against his side. Snuggled up beside him. He adored you for that so much; adored how you always found him.

You always found him. Always.

Ghost could sleep easily knowing that, regardless of what room he was in, you would always find him and he would always wake up to find you cuddled against him; it was one of those endearing things that, although he had to get used to at the start, simply became part of the routine he always looked forward to when he came back. The routine of being home was something he never failed to miss.

Dinner before one o'clock, tea at six or seven, you would cook one and he would cook the other; he would fold laundry while you put it away. Eating biscuits and watching EastEnders, watching the headlines on the news before deciding to watch a film together; showering before nine and getting into bed at half past. Snuggling up to him while you scrolled through social media and he shoved his face in one of his books. Routine. He adored it.

You started to shift around, and Ghost hummed as he looked at you; watching you move to partially sit up, a tired look in your eyes as you met his gaze and smiled, rewarding his tolerance with a quick kiss to the tip of his nose that left him blushing and trying his best not to laugh. No matter how many times you did it, Ghost would always blush when you kissed the tip of his nose or his forehead.

You wriggled around a little, clearing your throat and tugging at the duvet, mumbling that it was cold before you collapsed against him again; your breath was so soft against the side of his neck, your hand warm against his bare chest as you pressed your face against him a little bit more. He kept his hand on your back, just between your shoulders as he hummed softly and gently pried your legs open so that he could rest one of his between them. He just wanted to be close, as always.

You relaxed against him, and Ghost smiled to himself as he tilted his head back and stared up at the ceiling again; he wasn't used to being so content, only ever feeling it when he was trapped by your body beneath the duvet. He was never used to being loved, until you came along and changed that; he adored you for it, owed you so much for it.

"I'm wide awake."

"And me," he said quietly, holding back the urge to nod in agreement as he allowed his fingers to become splayed.

"What do we do?" You asked. "I mean... it's two o'clock, we won't get away with blasting Cannibal Corpse, would we?"

"No," Ghost grinned to himself as he shook his head.

You moved to get closer, resting your body on his as you huffed and yanked the duvet a bit closer, a bit more snug; when you saw the faint outline of his brow slightly quirked, you grumbled. "I'm cold, sue me."

Ghost didn't say a damn thing, keeping you so close as he hoped to give you some of his own warmth, hoping that you would steal it from him; he never minded, it was common for this to happen in the winter and he never minded if you stole his warmth - he had plenty to spare, he was happy to give you what he could. If you asked, he would have split his stomach open just to let you take in the warmth from his internal organs, and he wouldn't need to think twice about it either.

"Do you want my hoodie?"

"No," you hummed, shaking your head. Soft breaths against his skin yet again. "I just need to steal some of your warmth."

He smiled as he nodded, making it a point of holding you that little bit closer; before he knew you, he didn't really understand how to go about being physically intimate with others, and he fucked up a lot in the early stages of your relationship - but now, now he knew what you liked and what you wanted of him, and he was more than happy to provide. All you had to do was ask.

"Y'know, you once said that the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in returned," he mused. "But it ain't."

"No?"

"No, the greatest thing you'll ever learn is that your husband steals your body heat every day," he dared to let out a grumbling laugh. "Especially if he knows he can get away with it."

"That's not exactly my fault," you pointed out. "You're the softie who lets me get away with it."

"That's true."

"But you'd never not be a softie with me," you hummed. "Would you?"

"Don't have it in me."

"Exactly," you dared to softly kiss his throat. "You'll always be my favourite softie, Si."

158 notes · View notes

dragonwritersblog · 3 months

Text

Dress

Funnybunny Week Day One: Wedding . It was just them, no one else. They didn’t need anyone else for this moment. If word got out about what they were about to do then Caine would find out, and all hell would break loose. It was best this was kept secret. Only the stars were witnesses for something as special as this.

Read on AO3

Hey ya'll! I'm still kind of on a break but I wanted to put a pause in it to participate in this year's first ever funnybunny week! This event was created by my good friend Ann, who created this on twitter. If you wanna take part in this, whether its art or fanfics etc, you can check it out here. Anyways, I hope you enjoy day one and hopefully I'll see ya'll tomorrow! <3

Say my name and everything just stops, I don't want you like a best friend - Dress by Taylor Swift

It was just them, no one else. They didn’t need anyone else for this moment. If word got out about what they were about to do then Caine would find out, and all hell would break loose. It was best this was kept secret. Only the stars were witnesses for something as special as this.

Jax and Pomni stood outside, bare feet against the plush grass as a warm breeze floated past them. The rabbit was wearing a white blouse underneath a black blazer and trousers, while the jester had gotten rid of her hat and changed into a beautiful starlight shimmering dress with long sleeves and her long skirts trailing behind her along with a sparkling cape on her shoulders.

In his hands, Jax held a small black box, holding onto it carefully as if it was the most precious cargo he ever had in his life. In this case, for him, it certainly was.

He opened the box, two small wedding rings gleaming beneath the star-filled night. “Pomni,” he started, his heart already skipping a beat at her soft smile. “I might not be able to make this nightmare of a place go away, but I can promise you this. No matter what, I will be by your side. No matter what I will protect you from anything Caine throws at us. No matter what, I will love you more than anything else in this world and the next. You are the sun and moon itself Pomni, you make my life brighter every single day and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you, will you accept this ring,” he held up the gold band, “And be my wife.”

“Yes, a thousand times yes,” a few tears streamed down her cheeks, Jax was pretty sure that he was going through the same thing. He slipped the gold band onto her tiny finger, kissing her hand and reveled in the way her pale cheeks turned into a strawberry hue.

Pomni picked up the silver band from the box, this time it was her turn to speak. “Jax, I know that I’m not a perfect person. I get scared easily, I run when things seem dire, I become overwhelmed by the smallest things. But out of everyone, you’ve always been by my side to help me. Sure at first, you weren’t my favorite person,” she giggled at his fake offended gasp, “But over the months, I felt like you were the one who understood me the most. In a way, you were the most honest with me about this place. Soon, I got to know the layers underneath you. I know that despite your reputation as the resident jerk here, you still appreciate it when someone asks you if you’re okay. You absolutely love hugs even if you try to hide it, you turn into a real octopus whenever we cuddle at night. And when I wake up after a nightmare, you always say the kindest things to me, making sure that I feel safe enough to fall back to sleep. When we get out of here, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So please, take this ring, and become my husband.”

Jax carefully took her hand, guiding her to slip the ring onto his finger before taking both of her hands into his bigger ones, “I do, always and forever.”

“Always and forever,” Pomni repeated, her lips drifting closer to his.

Jax shivered as her breath washed over him. Unable to hold himself back, he swooped her up into his arms and pressed his lips against hers. Pomni returned the kiss with the same amount of passion, holding him tighter while he ran his fingers through her hair.

After a while, the two finally separated, laughing quietly as they pressed their foreheads together.

It was just them, no one else. They didn’t need anyone else for this moment, this moment where two kindred spirits finally became husband and wife. Eloping under the midnight sky, away from Caine’s all seeing, prying eyes.

Even when the sun would rise, and they would pretend that this night’s events had never happened. The warmth that the two shared could never be taken away. The love that they have will always be there.

Always and forever.

#funnybunny #funnybunny week #funnybunny week 2024 #jax #pomni #pomnijax #the amazing digital circus #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #dragon rambles

17 notes · View notes

karmic-toast · 2 years

Text

☆A traveler from another world★

Next>>

Surprise, surprise. You’ve stumbled upon a magical world called Teyvat. There’s just ooonnnee catch. Everybody there wants you dead! Well, at least your not the only one…

Warnings: none

You hadn’t realize you’d fallen asleep. You slowly sit yourself upright, drowsily examining your surroundings. Vibrant blue plants that softly glowed in the moonlight, and trees with dark trunks and lush jade-colored leaves adorned with light reddish fruits you knew all to well as Sunsettia. Sunsettia? SUNSETTIA?! You ogle at the fruit as if it were a sacred relic. There weren’t supposed to be Sunsettia’s here… That’s when you realized. Before you fell asleep you were at home. Now, you were in some type of forest. A forest filled with things that weren’t supposed to exist. Not in real life. Your shock slowly grows into excitement. There was only one place you knew that had Sunsettia’s and lamp grasses. Teyvat!

You ponder among your thoughts. There were so many thing you wanted to try! You hurry over to a batch of lamp flowers and picked off one of the stems. It seemed to glow brighter as you marveled at how pretty it was. Using the plant as a flashlight, you venture deeper into the forest, hoping that it was the right direction to Mondstadt. Your “flashlight” eventually died out, and you were left to your own defenses. You tried continuing, but after tripping over your own feet for what seemed like the hundredth time, you finally gave up. Since you didn’t want to sleep in pitch black, you ventured a little further to find a place with some moonlight. After a quick inspection, you find a spot covered in lamp flowers. Satisfied with your discovery, you find a place to lay down. You weren’t necessarily used to sleeping outdoors, but it’s not as if you could complain.

Your eyes start drooping as you continue staring at the cloudy night sky. When you arrive in Mondstadt tomorrow, you were definitely going to scare off Timmie's birds!

Soon you get lost in your thoughts, oblivious to the two shooting stars that lit up the night.

When you came to, it was already noon. You look around your surroundings. It was completely unrecognizable. Had you moved again? Blue, purple, and pink flowers bloomed around you, almost covering you entirely. There were squirrels running around and- Oh my. Was that a slime in your lap? The blue slime makes no move to attack. On further inspection, you realize it was sleeping?! You poke at it gently, trying to wake it up. The slime felt wet, yet there wasn’t a single speck of water on your clothes or hands. The slime opens its eyes, revealing two white ovals. They blink at you expectantly.

“Uhhh hi.” you say unsure of what to do.

The slime stays silent. Your faces starts to heat up in embarrassment. What were you thinking? It’s a slime, of course it can’t speak-

“Hello.”

Masterlist

#razor #genshin impact #sagau #kaeya #diluc #angst #fluff #childe #aether #xiao #albedo #mondstadt #slime #genshin cult au #genshin sagau #genshin x reader #character x reader #sagau x reader

297 notes · View notes

moneyallthetime · 3 months

Text

How To Supplement A Retirement Income

Hello, my loves! Trecia here, bringing you all the tea on how to supplement your retirement income. Today we're talking about building a game plan for financial freedom in your golden years. So grab a cup of your favorite brew and let's dive right in!Retirement is often viewed as a time to kick back, relax, and reap the rewards of years of hard work. But let's be real, honey - the cost of living isn't taking a break just because you are. Understanding how to supplement your retirement income can mean the difference between struggling and sashaying through your sunset years.Exploring Part-Time Employment Opportunities Tailored for RetireesFirst things first, consider part-time employment. Now, don't roll your eyes at me, darlings! I'm not talking about hustling like you're still in your 30s. Think fun and fulfilling roles that bring in some extra coins. Tutoring, substitute teaching, or freelance editing can be great options. You've got a lifetime of wisdom to share, why not get paid for it?Understanding the Current Financial Landscape for RetireesNow, my darlings, the landscape of retirement has changed more dramatically than a reality TV show plotline. Kiplinger's tells us that the retirement trends today are shaping the retirement realities of tomorrow. The traditional three pillars of retirement income - employer pensions, personal savings, and social security - are undergoing a transformation.Employer-provided pensions have become as elusive as a good man on a Friday night4. And Social Security income? Honey, it's carrying more weight than ever before. But with more than half of retirees living on less than 50% of their pre-retirement income, according to a survey by Goldman Sachs, it's like trying to enjoy champagne on a beer budget.And let's not forget about the rising number of baby boomers who have no retirement savings at all. The Hill reports that this figure has jumped from 30 percent to 37 percent. Talk about a wake-up call, right?But, my loves, the future isn't all doom and gloom. T. Rowe Price suggests three themes shaping the U.S. Retirement Landscape: retirement income, personalization, and diversification. So, while the landscape is changing, there's still plenty of opportunities to navigate these changes and secure your financial future.So, tell me, how are you preparing for this new retirement reality? What steps are you taking to navigate this financial landscape? Share your thoughts in the comments below!Leveraging Skills and Experience into Consulting or FreelancingFirst off, know your worth. You've been in the game for years, honey, and that's worth its weight in gold. Don't undersell yourself just because you're new to the freelancing world. Sites like Glassdoor can give you an idea of what freelancers in your field are charging.Next, polish that LinkedIn profile until it shines brighter than a diamond. This is where potential clients will get their first impression of you, so make it count. Highlight your achievements, skills, and experience in a way that's easy to understand.Now, let's talk networking. Forbes suggests joining industry-specific groups on LinkedIn and attending virtual events to connect with potential clients. Remember, your next gig could come from the most unexpected places.And don't forget about marketing yourself. Create a website, start a blog, or even launch a podcast. Show off your expertise and let potential clients see what you bring to the table. Websites like WordPress or Wix can help you create a professional-looking site in no time.Finally, consider signing up with freelancing platforms like Upwork or Fiverr. These sites can help you find clients and manage your projects all in one place.Remember, my loves, the transition to consulting or freelancing may not be easy, but it can be incredibly rewarding. You have the skills and experience - now it's time to put them to work for you.So tell me, are you considering taking the leap into freelancing or consulting? How are you leveraging your skills and experience? Share your thoughts in the comments below!Investing Wisely: Low-Risk Options for a Steady Income StreamFirst off, let's talk about high-yield savings accounts. These are like your regular savings account but with one major difference - they offer higher interest rates. This means your money works harder for you. Plus, they're insured by the FDIC, so your investment is safe.Next up, we have money market funds. These are mutual funds that invest in short-term, high-quality investments issued by U.S. corporations, and federal, state, and local governments. They are a safe bet when it comes to low-risk investments.Another great option is short-term certificates of deposit (CDs). These offer a fixed interest rate and are also insured by the FDIC. The catch? You have to agree not to access your funds for a set period of time. But if you can hold off, CDs can be a great way to earn some extra income.Bonds, specifically U.S. Treasury bills, notes, and bonds, are another low-risk investment option. They provide regular interest payments and return the face value of the bond at maturity.Dividend stocks, utility stocks, and preferred stocks can provide a steady income stream while also offering the potential for capital appreciation. They can be a great addition to any retirement portfolio.Fixed annuities are insurance contracts that pay a guaranteed income for a specified period or for life, making them a popular choice for retirees. However, they can be complex and may have high fees, so be sure to do your research.Lastly, don't overlook the potential of real estate crowdfunding and direct investment in rental properties. These can provide a steady income stream and the potential for property appreciation.Remember, my loves, investing involves risks, including the possible loss of principal, and it's important to consider your risk tolerance and investment objectives before diving in. Always consult with a financial advisor to make sure you're making the best choices for your situation.So tell me, are you considering any of these low-risk investment options? Do you have other strategies for creating a steady income stream? Share your thoughts in the comments below!Turning Hobbies and Passions into Profitable VenturesFirst off, identify what you love to do. Whether it's painting, baking, gardening, or writing, there's potential to monetize almost any hobby. Remember, passion is infectious; when you love what you do, others will be drawn to it too.Next, do your market research. Is there a demand for your product or service? Who are your competitors? What can you offer that's unique? Sites like Google Trends can help you understand what people are searching for online.Once you've got your idea, it's time to create a business plan. This should outline your goals, target audience, pricing strategy, and marketing plan. The U.S. Small Business Administration has great resources to help with this.Now, let's talk about branding. A strong brand can set you apart from the competition. Think about your logo, color scheme, and overall aesthetic. Your brand should reflect your personality and appeal to your target audience.When you're ready to launch, consider starting small. You might open an Etsy shop, sell at local farmers markets, or offer your services to friends and family. As you grow, you can consider creating a website or expanding to other platforms.Social media is also a powerful tool for promoting your business. Platforms like Instagram, Pinterest, and Facebook are great for showcasing your products or services and connecting with potential customers. Don't forget about the power of hashtags to reach a wider audience.Finally, remember to keep track of your finances. Tools like QuickBooks or Mint can help you manage your income, expenses, and taxes.Remember, my loves, turning a hobby into a business can take time and effort, but the rewards can be well worth it. You're doing what you love and making money at the same time – what could be better?So tell me, are you considering turning your hobby into a business? What steps are you taking to make it happen? Share your thoughts in the comments below!The Role of Social Security and Pensions in Supplementing IncomeSocial Security is a federal program that provides benefits to retired workers, disabled individuals, and their survivors. Your benefits are based on your lifetime earnings. It's designed to replace approximately 40% of an average wage earner's income after retiring. However, the amount you receive can vary depending on when you choose to start receiving benefits.Pensions, on the other hand, are employer-sponsored retirement plans. If you're lucky enough to have one, your employer contributes money to the plan on your behalf. Upon retirement, you receive regular payments from this fund. The amount you receive typically depends on your salary, years of service, and the specific terms of your pension plan.Both Social Security and pensions play a crucial role in supplementing retirement income. They can provide a steady cash flow and help cover basic living expenses. However, they're typically not enough to maintain your pre-retirement lifestyle.This is where personal savings, investments, and other income sources come into play. Consider things like IRAs, 401(k)s, annuities, and even part-time work or a small business. These can supplement your Social Security and pension income, helping you live comfortably and enjoy your retirement years.Remember, my loves, planning for retirement is a long-term game. The sooner you start, the better off you'll be. Consult with a financial planner to ensure you're making the most of your income sources and setting yourself up for a secure future.So tell me, are you considering how Social Security and pensions will factor into your retirement plans? What other income sources are you exploring? Share your thoughts in the comments below!Navigating the Gig Economy: Flexible Work Options for SeniorsThe gig economy is a booming market that provides opportunities for workers to take on short-term contracts or freelance work instead of, or in addition to, traditional full-time jobs. And for seniors, it's an especially attractive option.One of the biggest draws of the gig economy for seniors is flexibility. You can take on as much or as little work as you desire, allowing you to balance work and leisure time. Whether you're looking for a side hustle to supplement your income or a part-time job that allows you to stay active and engaged, the gig economy has you covered.Moreover, the gig economy often provides the chance to work remotely. This location independence can be particularly appealing to seniors who want to travel or who prefer not to commute.But the benefits don't stop there. Many seniors find that gig work offers a sense of purpose and social engagement. Whether you're sharing your expertise as a consultant or connecting with people as a driver for a rideshare service, gig work can provide meaningful interactions and the chance to make a difference.Despite these benefits, it's also important to consider the potential challenges. Gig work often doesn't provide the same stability and benefits as traditional employment. It's crucial to have a plan for things like retirement savings and health insurance.Also, navigating the gig economy may require learning new skills, such as digital literacy. There are resources available to help seniors gain these skills and succeed in the gig economy.Remember, my loves, the gig economy is just one avenue for work in retirement. It's essential to consider your lifestyle, financial needs, and personal preferences when exploring this option.So tell me, are you considering joining the gig economy? What kind of gig work appeals to you? Share your thoughts in the comments below!Real Estate: Downsizing, Renting, and REITs Investment PotentialDownsizing is a popular option for many seniors. It involves moving to a smaller home, often after children have moved out or in preparation for retirement. The benefits can be significant: reduced costs, less maintenance, and potentially a simpler lifestyle.However, downsizing isn't right for everyone. It's important to consider factors like location, accessibility, and emotional attachment to your current home. If you decide to downsize, planning ahead and organizing your belongings can make the transition smoother.Renting is another option that can offer flexibility and financial benefits. For seniors, renting can eliminate the stress of home maintenance and provide more freedom to travel. Moreover, it can free up cash tied up in home equity. However, it's essential to consider factors like rent stability, the terms of your lease, and how well the rental property suits your needs.REITs are a type of investment that owns, operates, or finances income-generating real estate. They offer a way for individual investors to earn a share of the income produced through commercial real estate ownership - without actually having to go out and buy commercial real estate.Investing in REITs can provide a steady stream of income through dividends, as well as potential appreciation in the value of the shares. They can be a great addition to a diversified investment portfolio. However, as with any investment, there are risks involved, including market volatility and interest rate sensitivity.Remember, my loves, making real estate decisions can be complex and should reflect your personal circumstances and goals. It's always wise to consult with a financial advisor or real estate professional to help guide your decisions.So tell me, are you considering downsizing, renting, or investing in REITs? What factors are influencing your decision? Share your thoughts in the comments below!Maximizing Savings Through Budgeting and Expense ManagementBudgeting is the cornerstone of any successful financial plan. It involves tracking your income and expenses to understand where your money is going and identify areas where you can save. Start by listing all your sources of income and all your expenses. Then, categorize your expenses into 'needs' (like housing and groceries) and 'wants' (like dining out and entertainment).Seeing everything laid out can help you spot trends and identify areas where you can cut back. Remember, even small changes can add up over time!Expense management goes hand-in-hand with budgeting. This involves being mindful of your spending habits and making intentional decisions about where to allocate your resourcesAutomate Savings: Set up automatic transfers to your savings account each month. This ensures that saving is a priority, not an afterthought2.So tell me, my loves, how are you managing your budget and expenses? Do you have any tips to share? Let me know in the comments below!Staying Financially Secure: Avoiding Scams Targeting RetireesScammers often target seniors because of their perceived vulnerability and the likelihood that they have a nest egg. These scams can take various forms, but some of the most common ones are government impersonation scams, robocall scams, and sweepstakes scams.Government Impersonation Scams: In these scams, fraudsters pretend to be government officials to trick you into providing personal information or money. They might claim that you owe a debt that must be paid immediately or face severe consequences like arrest or termination of benefits.Robocall Scams: These scams involve automated phone calls that offer free prizes, low-cost vitamins, and health care products, or inexpensive vacations. If you receive such a call, hang up immediately. Remember, if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is7.Sweepstakes Scams: In these scams, fraudsters tell you that you've won a lottery or sweepstakes and need to pay a fee to collect your prize. Legitimate sweepstakes will never ask you to pay a fee to collect your winnings.To protect yourself, always be skeptical of unsolicited contacts and too-good-to-be-true offers. Never give out personal information like your Social Security number or bank account details over the phone unless you initiated the contact and are sure of who you're dealing with. And remember, it's okay to say no and hang up.If you believe you've been targeted by a scam, report it to your local law enforcement agency and your state's Attorney General's office.Remember, my loves, staying informed and vigilant is your best defense against these scams.So tell me, have you or someone you know been targeted by such scams? How did you handle it? Share your experiences and tips in the comments below!So if you really want to dive in and make some real money with your passion then you might want to consider my #1 recommendation Wealthy AffiliateWealthy Affiliate is a platform that offers training and tools for affiliate marketing. Now you might be wondering, why should a senior consider joining Wealthy Affiliate? Let's dive in.Flexibility: As a senior, one of the most significant advantages of affiliate marketing through Wealthy Affiliate is the flexibility it offers. You can work at your own pace, whenever and wherever you want. This can fit comfortably into your daily routine without disrupting other activities.Community Support: Wealthy Affiliate boasts a supportive community and caring founders. The platform provides interactive support and a lively forum where you can share ideas and learn from others' experiences.Comprehensive Training: Wealthy Affiliate offers comprehensive training materials. Regardless of your tech-savviness, their training programs guide you through the basics and beyond. You gain hands-on experience and learn to apply theory practically.Affordability: Affiliate marketing is a fairly straightforward online business model that doesn't require much money to get started. This makes it accessible for seniors looking to earn some extra income without significant upfront investment.However, like any platform, Wealthy Affiliate has its drawbacks. Some critiques point to the sales pitch used to sign up members. Therefore, it's essential to do your research and understand what you're getting into before making a commitment.Remember, my loves, exploring new opportunities is a great way to stay engaged and financially active during retirement. But always make sure any venture aligns with your interests, skills, and financial goals.So tell me, have you considered joining Wealthy Affiliate or a similar program? Share your thoughts in the comments below! Cut Unnecessary Subscriptions: Review your monthly subscriptions and cancel any that you no longer use or need. Shop Smarter: Use coupons, shop sales, and consider buying items used instead of new to save money. Reduce Energy Costs: Unplug electronics when they're not in use, use energy-efficient appliances, and consider switching to a cheaper energy provider if possible. Reduce Energy Costs: Unplug electronics when they're not in use, use energy-efficient appliances, and consider switching to a cheaper energy provider if possible . Shop Smarter: Use coupons, shop sales, and consider buying items used instead of new to save money. Reduce Energy Costs: Unplug electronics when they're not in use, use energy-efficient appliances, and consider switching to a cheaper energy provider if possible. Read the full article

0 notes

chaosdisorganized · 1 year

Note

15. Bat Country by Avenged Sevenfold

I'm pretty sure this song was written about some movie or book I can't remember the name of. The movie or book has characters that struggle with addiction so this song is mostly about drugs and doing them. I did not know this before doing research because I honestly thought the song was about going to Hell lmao so yeah. This song is relatable to us because we feel it alludes to trauma and dissociation. Also some lyrics talk about living on and fighting through life and we just love songs like that. Some lyrics:

"He who makes a beast out of himself // Gets rid of the pain of being a man"

"Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay"

"Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone)"

"No one can save me, and you know I don't want the attention"

"As I adjust to my new sights // The rarely tired lights will take me to new heights // My hand is on the trigger, I'm ready to ignite // Tomorrow might not make it but everything's all right // Mental fiction, follow me, show me what it's like to be set free" (there's a lot more but I don't want this to be too long, it's a long song lol)

16. Beaten in Lips by Beartooth

This song is about physical abuse, more specifically physical abuse done by parents. Heavy tw for that because that's what this song is all about. But it's also about surviving and living on in spite of trauma. Honestly I find it to be very motivating and inspiring, even though it's about such a dark subject. Here's some lyrics:

"As if life isn't hard already // Add it to the list of things to forget // With one chance to define ourselves // We're gonna keep on living, keep on living"

"This is for the kids with the beaten in lips (yeah) // Whose parents try to shut them up using their fists (yeah) // Keep living loud and proud // They never can hold you down"

"Light my wounds with kerosene"

"Listen to the sound of your children revolting (yeah) // Listen to the sound of the lives you're ruining"

17. Beautiful Pain by Eminem ft Sia

This song is about trauma imo. I feel like every song about trauma is usually about overcoming it in some way and yeah this song has some of that in there too. It's about surviving and life after trauma. Eminem hits pretty hard with this one, it's such a good song honestly. Some lyrics:

"Today is a painful reminder // Of why we can only get brighter // The further you put it behind ya"

"Yesterday was the tornado warning // Today's like the morning after // Your world is torn in half // You wake in its wake to start the mourning process // And rebuilding, you're still a work in progress"

"'Cause they hurt you so bad // It's like they murdered your ass // And threw dirt on your casket // But you've returned from the ashes // And that hurt that you have, you just converted to gasoline // And while you're burning the past // Standing at inferno and chant"

"It happens all the time, they take your heart and steal your life // And it's as though you feel you've died // 'Cause you've been killed inside // But yet you're still alive // Which means you will survive"

"As time passes, things change every day // But wounds, wounds heal // But scars still remaining the same // But tomorrow, today's going down in flames // Throw the match, set the past ablaze"

#ask #anon ask #system playlist songs

1 note · View note

muses-archive · 2 years

Text

B-SIDE #17

The hero sought to save the world.

“If I keep trying, I’ll be able to win,” the hero thought.

But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.

Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.

Throughout his long life, Xiao has had time to acquire much death and many regrets. Should he close his eyes to rest, he can imagine seeing all the flashes of life rapidly snuffed out in the darkness, so he doesn't. It must be some cruel grace of the divine to keep him sane and saddled with guilt for so long without turning him into a mindless monster…

But it is also one that has granted him a second chance, wherein he is allowed to let go, however briefly, and to learn that no matter how long he has been wallowing in misery, that he may still reach out to helping hands.

The hero can struggle endlessly and never be able to save himself. However, he can always find a way to see a tomorrow.

From his master, his fellow adepti, the Traveler, and the mortals he meets along the way, it's not too late for Xiao to experience, in his fellow Yakshas' place, what it means to live, and love.

He wakes up to see Kazuha lightly pinch his nose. “Sleeping without me?” he teases, before furrowing his brow. “Are you okay?”

He can afford to smile, however slight.

“Yes.”

Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt.

#musearchive bside #kazuxiao

0 notes

saintshigaraki · 3 years

Text

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

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu angst #hq #hq x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu scenarios #ushijima x y/n #ushijima x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #vicwrites #vicwriteshq

1K notes · View notes

zazima · 2 years

Text

“you should’ve been in bed three hours ago”

“But Padfoot!” Harry cries out in response. “It’s my last night!”

Sirius chuckles and ruffles Harry’s hair before settling back against the pillows propped up against the headboard. “I know, kiddo. That’s why I’m letting you stay up until the wee hours of the morning. But I’ll probably regret that when I have to resort to evil tactics to wake you up tomorrow. Hopefully you make the train on time, and it doesn’t leave without you. It’s still your turn by the way. Has been for the past five minutes.”

Harry sticks his tongue out at his godfather before returning his gaze to the chessboard in front of him. “I’d never miss the train. You wouldn’t let me,” he mutters as he moves his bishop.

Sirius chooses to ignore the snark and instead immediately retaliates with his rook. Harry pouts and props his chin in his hands, intensely staring at the board. There’s no sound for a few minutes, except for the crunching of crisps and opening of sweets. Crumbs and empty wrappers litter the bed.

“Padfoot?” Harry asks, his voice quiet.

“Yes?” Sirius responds, slightly distracted. He’s valiantly trying and failing to open a new package of Chocolate Cauldrons.

“I’m scared,” Harry whispers. Sirius immediately ceases his war with the snack and looks at Harry, who’s steadfastly looking at the chess board and refusing to look up.

“What do you have to be scared of?” Sirius questions softly. Harry lets out a deep sigh, and Sirius knows he’s been holding in worries for a long time.

“What if no one likes me? What if I fail my classes? What if I don’t make any friends?”

“Oh, Harry,” Sirius breathes out. His arms ache with the need to wrap Harry in an embrace and provide some physical comfort, but Harry has recently entered the “I’m eleven years old and therefore no one can touch me” phase, which only broke Sirius’ heart a little bit. He stays where he is but slowly extends out a hand, holding it palm up. An offering.

Harry reaches out and laces their fingers together. Sirius gives his hand a squeeze, internally cheering at the touch.

“You have absolutely nothing to be worried about,” Sirius says firmly. “You’re a kind, smart, and funny boy. You’ve already started looking at your books, which is more than I could say for myself. And you know Neville already, remember? He’s your friend, right?”

Harry nods glumly. “Yeah. But what if he gets sorted into a different House and finds better people to hang out with?”

“I don’t know how he can find a better person when the very best one is sitting right in front of me,” Sirius replies. Harry gives him a small smile. “And you know you can be friends with people from different Houses right? In fact it’s encouraged.” Harry nods, but his face remains somber. Sirius plows on, determined to return the cheer to his face. “You’re about to meet so many nice and wonderful kids, Harry. They’re just waiting to be friends with you. You’ve got the world at your fingertips in terms of possible friendships, kiddo. Don’t close yourself off yet by being frightened.”

Harry’s face starts to look a little brighter. His fingers are still clutched in Sirius’ hand, warm and solid. Sirius savors the touch. He won’t have it for the next few months.

“You are amazing,” Sirius announces matter-of-factly. He leans over and taps Harry’s nose with his free finger three times. It works its magic just like it did when Harry was an infant; Harry giggles, and the sound warms Sirius more than the fire crackling in the master bedroom hearth. “And you’re friends will be just as great. And you’re brilliant at magic, so you’ll probably be top of your year without even trying much. Even History of Magic although Binns might bore you to death. Got it?”

Harry nods, this time with more energy. Eventually Sirius can’t take it anymore.

“Good. Now come over,” Sirius pats the space next to him. Harry scrambles over, and Sirius slings an arm around his shoulder. Harry leans his head against him, and Sirius just relishes.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Harry whispers, his voice muffled by Sirius’ pajama shirt.

Sirius feels his eyes burn and blinks rapidly to prevent anything that’ll make this transition harder for Harry. “I’ll miss you too, love. More than anything. But you’ll see me at Christmas remember? I bet you’ll be bursting with stories and adventures to tell me. And you can mirror me whenever you want. No matter the time.”

Harry simply snuggles in closer to Sirius, and the two sit, leaning on each other until they’re lulled to sleep by the crackling fire and Hedwig’s soft hoots.

#soft #to make up for the last one :)#sirius' love language is physical touch no one @ me #harry potter #sirius and harry #harry and sirius #dadfoot #godfather sirius #raising harry #harry potter oneshot #harry potter writing #hi i write sometimes #harry potter drabble #harry potter fanfiction

55 notes · View notes

zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

Note

I ONLY SENT YOU SIMPING AND BRAINROT SCENARIOS TILL NOW SO HERE I COME WITH AN ANGSTY ONE

what if ever since mc came into twisted wonderland they’ve been slowly absorbing magic ? like their body started to adapt themselves to the logic of these worlds and its just accumulate inside of them

so they’re absorbing magic but the problem is they also absorbs the blot and since they don’t have anything to clear it it just stays stagnant .

life goes on grim’s overblot is over , but then mc fainted .

well i mean who wouldn’t be tired after such battle ? multiple persons have been injured so that isn’t really that worrying right ?

well mc isn’t waking up

one day , one week , and still no sign of mc waking up .

everyone is desperate for them to wake up but nothing works . none of the potions crewel and vil worked , sam’s friends on the other side don’t have any solution , and no matter how many dark spells lilia knows it surely doesn’t help him in any ways. heck crowley even put aside his pride and asked help from rsa’s headmaster

but one day they did wake up , but something wrong . their once bright eyes were replaced by lifeless orbs , as if all the light had been sucked from them .

grim has never so guilty in his life but tried to look on the brighter side of things ! he tell them about how ace and deuce are still as stupid as ever , how riddle went off on floyd again or the way epel mocks vil behind his back when his lessons are too harsh !

but even as he looks so happy , he can’t help but feel this immense void in his heart

“hey henchmen ... when are you coming back ?”

they don’t respond when you talk to them , when you touch them , they just stare into the void .

Anon..... oh, anon..... WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO MY HEART ?!?!?! 😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

I can tolerate and soak up that good angst of the boys feeling guilty for something that happened to MC......BUT GRIM?!?!?! MY HEART, DID YOU HEAR IT SHATTER?!?!?! 😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

THIS IS ANGST SO MUCH ANGST

[Anon's explanation about MC's state]

-- -- --

MC is like doll now, only breathing and staring into the void. Sometimes, they follow a request or order given by someone.

Heartslabyul's tea parties aren't as merry as they used to be. MC just sits there, staring at their cup, occasionally taking sips when Riddle suggests them to try the warm drink. Ace and Deuce can't even crack a smile in the Prefect's presence, not when they're a hollow husk of their sassy self. Cater and Trey feel uncomfortable crossing stares with MC, they rarely look up from their cup or slice of tart. Deuce, more often than not, finds himself crying at night after the parties

Riddle is trying his best every night, searching through his mother's old books back home for a possible remedy... The pages are wrinkled from the many tears he's shed while reading, heart aching for their friend.

Ruggie feels his chores heavier than ever. It's because MC is no longer coming to lend a hand as they used to. The bags under his eyes became more prominent with how late he stays up, looking up at the ceiling as he keeps mourning for MC's lost soul.

Jack is seen more often in his wolf form, howling at the moon... Anything to shed his tears and scream his sorrow out in a less noticeable way. He often struts over to MC while they're sitting outside Ramshackle, and pushes his furry head into their lap and hands, wishing HOPING to one day feel their delicate hands pet him again.

Everyone can see how Leona secludes himself to his room, people have begun comparing him to Idia.... But, unlike what they think, he's not sleeping. On the contrary, he's staying awake, tearing through many books from his homeland about occult magic and resurrection. After all, only someone with enough money would be able to buy such forbidden knowledge.

He won't let his herbivore live on like this, not if his country knows a way to bring them back.

Azul could feel himself thread the edge of insanity. Would it kill him to go through a second overblot? ....would that be better than living on without MC's company?

He will search far and wide through all of Wonderland's oceans and lakes, lagoons and swamps, for a Unique Magic holder than can revert back the blot... or time.... He will give his everything away in a contract to have such magic as his

Jade and Floyd can see the deep cracks in Azul, he's turning into an unfit leader.... It would be best for them to take his role

But they don't want to, for their hearts are cracked like his

Floyd is easier to go on rampages, and Jade is so indifferent to the word outside of his hobbies. If it weren't for their collective love for MC, Floyd would have tried hurting them to see if that wakes MC up.

They never felt so empty and unamused

Kalim's heart physical aches whenever he sees Grim and MC. He's tried, tried all he could

Singing, dancing, playing music, throwing million parties, hugging them, whispering how much he loves them right on their ear... but nothing

He may not be the smartest, but the white haired boy is perseverant and eager to learn: he spends his days in the alchemy room along with Vil and Crewel, researching the poison that is a magician's blot

Jamil never felt so useless, mind clouded with many "if only" scenarios that make him blame himself for MC's situation

If only he hadn't overblotted, if only he hadn't sent them flying off to the ends of the earth, if only he had noticed the poison clinging to their soul sooner.... If only....

Why didn't he realize the blot developing in their body? It was only natural, after spending so much time in Twisted Wonderland without any buffer for the magical energy on this place

If only he could take their place...

Vil never left the alchemy room or Pomefiore's underground laboratory. He spent every day researching how to revert MC's ailments

He only ever left the labs to go into Ramshackle and help the Prefect prepare for the day. Whenever he got to putting on their makeup, Vil can't help but cry at how hollow and dull they look, when they used to be such a warm and radiant soul

Rook was on the same boat, taking his science club duties more serious than ever. He would search in every single ecosystem for any plant, mushroom, hunt down any animal, organ that was needed for even the slightest help for MC

And Epel.... All he could do was scream and punch his pillow, cursing fate and how sick the world is. What did an innocent, magicless person from another world do to deserve this?!

He will often go sit besides MC and carve apples for them, of their favorite flower, their zodiac sign, their favorite animal, and those carvings they loved most of his

...but the fruits will always rot, just like their once beautiful soul

Idia, who was already barely seen outside, hides deeper in his room

The internet is a place full of information, knowledge... Forbidden knowledge

The shut-in and his little brother are always monitoring EVERY SINGLE portal on the internet, be it on the surface or deep DEEP down in the depths

But what tortures him the most.... Is his very own room This is the place he mad many memories with MC in, every corner of his room echoes with their laughter and gentle voice Like a ghost haunting him from now until forever

Ortho is left to wonder how fickle a human's soul is, their body so fragile But was this really in their fate? Or was it an unexpected outcome not even destiny could foretell?

"I miss you... I want to play more. Wake up soon, [Name][Surname]-san" A strange wavering in his voice was heard, followed by a knot in his throat.

Diasomia dorm is always under a storm cloud, green lightning striking the ground surrounding it

Fae have magic beyond a simple human's comprehension, even more so dark fae There MUST be someone in Valley of Thorns that will heed the Prince's call for aid

"The story of old..." Malleus muttered one night, snapping even the sleep-prone knight into attention. "Calls... for True Love's kiss, after the princess was cursed."

Lilia can feel his heart ache for the young dragon. "These are very different situations, Malleus." Yet the bat utters no words

Sebek understands what his precious Lord is getting to. "I shall ask Grim to leave the door open tomorrow night."

Silver nodded along his fellow guard, "If there is anything we can procure, do not hesitate on asking for it, Malleus-sama"

Vanrouge sighed, "It doesn't hurt to try." "Steady heart, goal clear in mind. Do not waver in your actions, my Prince, hesitation never helps when working with curses."

The disheveled royal finally straightened up, eyes red and puffy from how long he's cried and how little he sleeps. "Sebek, go to Ramshackle. We must try it out... now"

Grim dealt with the worst blow

It unsettled him to live with such a different MC. Even the Ghosts were unsettled and hurting from what happened to their friend.

"But I will keep sleeping on your chest, ye hear?! As long as I keep hearing your heartbeat, I will guide you back with my warmth and my blue flames! Just.... just make sure to follow my path, yes?"

"[Name]... we miss you so much... don't leave yet, not yet, not like this..."

"Follow my flames, like I always followed your light... Please?"

-- -- --

My heart was shattered right as I was all happy and giggly about Disney savvy MC stuff.... B O Y, WAS I NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT

SO NOW YOU COME SUFFER WITH ME

#zask #twisted wonderland #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #angst #sips tears

887 notes · View notes

ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

Note

hmmm can vampires get sick? maybe sick vampire chris thinking Jake is gonna pull out or file down his fangs? or just thinking Jake’s gonna hurt him?

CW: Sick whumpee, vampire whumpee, blood drinking, vague implications of past sadistic/creepy whumper, dehumanization, vague tooth/mouth whump (nothing direct, but aftermath)

Sort of a sequel to this piece, part of the Vampire Chris AU

"What hurts?" He keeps his voice low, and carefully doesn't hesitate before he lays a hand over the vampire's forehead. Of course it feels lukewarm, room temperature, but he still goes through the motions of feeling for a fever. It's muscle-memory, instinct, and he keeps forgetting Chris is dead.

He has been dead for a long time, if his occasional comments on what sounds like Prohibition are true.

"Bones," Chris whimpers, twisting where he lays in Jake's bed. There's a bright flush in his cheeks from the blood he'd drained from the two men who broke into the house. Those odd eyes glitter, overbright. "My... m'bones hurt, Jake."

His mouth opens, pulling air in over his tongue and down his throat in soft pants, and Jake is reminded that vampires don't sweat. Not the same way, anyway, although with enough blood they can, in thin sheens of pink-tinged liquid that are even more alarming than their tears.

His fangs are visible this way, razor-sharp canines that come down further than the rest of his teeth, a brighter white than all the others from being pulled and regrowing so many times.

Jake swallows against his nervousness, brushing hair away from the vampire's forehead. His slit pupils are dilated, taking up too much of the iris, and he tells himself that Chris is as scared as he is of the instincts that drive him, barely understands them.

Vampires aren't animals - but when they don't understand themselves, they act like it sometimes.

"Do you think maybe those guys were on something? Like, a drug maybe?" He pets through Chris's hair, fingercombing his hair, and watches Chris's eyes flutter closed.

It's hard not to feel more than a little reassured not having to look at them any longer. Which makes him feel guilty, considering this not-a-kid kid just beat up people for hurting him.

Killed them, his brain whispers. Killed them like he could kill you.

"May, maybe," Chris mumbles, and pants again.

His gums seem oddly dark, where normally they're pale, and Jake frowns. He wishes now he knew more about vampire physiology, that he'd paid more attention in class when they took the safety courses on how to avoid them.

There's not exactly a class on caring for one - not unless you can afford to purchase them outright.

"Well, when you were-... uh, before you found us... did you ever feel like this?"

Chris's eyes blink slowly back open and he nods. "Sometimes. My, my, my, my-... someone would, um, take something before, before the party, and I'd..." He groans and shudders. Jake can see the pain move through his body as he trembles nearly violently. "I'd feel like, like, like this after... for hours..."

"Okay. So... probably you just have to let this get worked out of your system, right? Or... is there a medicine?"

"No... just... just drink more." Chris looks up at him, eyes so wide and sad and scared and hurting, and grabs onto his wrist with one hand. Those cool fingers are never not a little startling, colder than the air around them, than the rest of his body.

Vampires have poor circulation, Jake knows, even when they're filled up on a fresh meal. He's seen Chris heal his own wounds before with his tongue, had him explain that they don't heal on their own with time if they're on hands or feet.

"Chris-"

"You, you, you, you-... can, um, you can take my teeth after. You can. I'll hold still. I'll, I'll be good." Chris's plea is barely a whisper.

His nails, which must have been a little too long when he was killed and turned, dig painfully into Jake's wrist in his desperation.

"I'll be so, so, so so so so good, Jake. So good for you, and then, you can, you you you can take my teeth-... Sir always liked it, it makes me me me cry, we we cry blood, Sir liked to take photos of it-"

"Sssshhhh. Hush, Chris." Jake's mind races. There are others in the house, but-... he can't ask them to give up blood to Chris. They've already taken over cleaning the blood up from the hardwood floor. Nat's already dealt with talking to the cops and the EMTs and the coroner before the bodies were taken away. They already handled hiding Chris in a false-backed closet while Jake was interviewed by police officers who looked interested and excited,, not disturbed.

It's not every day you see a vampire attack, after all.

Mostly they're under control, kept on leashes and muzzled like dangerous dogs, the property of rich celebrities looking for novelty in a world where they already have everything. The few ferals are killed pretty fast.

Or so everyone says.

Jake is starting to wonder if there are more vampires out there than he knows about.

The cops had even insisted on checking the attic, as if Chris was a bat they might find hanging upside down. That had been ridiculous, but it's not like Jake could say he knew better without being asked how he knew so much about them in the first place.

Oh, because we keep one like a stray fucking puppy. That wouldn't go over well.

He feels a little woozy from the adrenaline crash, and still aches from the bruised ribs where he was kicked around. His mouth aches from the duct tape they'd put over it, and he'd got a hell of a rash starting around his wrists. He's so exhausted he might collapse.

But... Chris really did show up right on time, and maybe saved his life.

Chris pulls Jake's wrist to his face, nuzzles into the inside of it against the pale blue veins that show through the thin skin. Jake shudders at the feeling, swallowing back a low-level disgust.

He wonders how old the teenager really is - he wonders that all the time.

"You c-can have my teeth, after," Chris whispers, lips moving against Jake's skin. "You can keep them. Sir used to, to, to keep them in a box and show m-me. Just, please, please help me feel better, Jake, please... It won't hurt."

Jake closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "If it'll help... fine. But I'm not taking your teeth. They're yours."

"Thank you," Chris breathes out. "That's, that's, that's okay. I can still fix it for you. Thank you, Jake." His fangs slip back into Jake's skin as easily as a heated knife through warm butter.

The venom hits his bloodstream before the pain hits his nerves, and Jake feels himself slump over, head falling onto Chris's shoulder as all his limbs go dead.

It almost feels good, as his ribs stop aching, and the bruises stop throbbing on his skin. He can see why rich people love it as a party drug. You could drift in this place of perfect no-pain for a long, long time.

He feels only the wet movement of Chris's tongue, the shift of his fangs, the soft pressure of the other teeth pushing down. Chris purrs softly, drinking his blood like a kitten lapping milk.

It goes on and on, and for one terrifying second Jake thinks he's not going to stop until he's dead.

"Ch-... Chris-"

Those fangs slip suddenly out of his skin, the wet cool tongue licks rough over his wounds - closing them instantly.

The venom slowly fades, the aches and pains settling back into his body. Jake groans, feeling weak and exhausted.

Chris has to push him up off his shoulder, with unnatural strength moving him to lay on his side on the bed. Jake can barely keep his eyes open.

Chris, leaning over him, could rip his throat out and he couldn't even raise a hand to try and defend himself right now. Jake sees the body of the first dead robber behind his eyelids, the expression of horror written in eternal rictus in his expression, the blood down his shirt and puddled beneath him on the floor. The other man, fighting until he stopped, slumping until Chris had drained him to death.

"I feel better," Chris whispers, kneading at Jake's shirt briefly. "I, I, I feel so much better. Go to, um, go to sleep, Jake. I'll fix it so you're safe."

Jake can't even begin to understand what that means before he's already slid into something more like unconsciousness than actual sleep. The world around him simply goes black, and the last thing he feels is Chris pulling a blanket up to his chin.

The last thing he hears is those soft padding footsteps leaving the room.

When he wakes, he finds two fangs, pristine white with bloodied roots, sitting in a washcloth next to where his head lays on the pillow. he finds a pair of small pliers on the bathroom sink, with droplets of red around them.

The sun is shining outside the window, a bird singing loud enough to drive a drillbit into his head, and Chris is curled up asleep in the dark at the back of a closet, mouth slightly open.

Jake stares down at the empty spots where his fangs should be, and wonders if he's grateful, or horrified.

@burtlederp @finder-of-rings @endless-whump @astrobly @newandfiguringitout @doveotions @pretty-face-breaker @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @boxboysandotherwhump @oops-its-whump @cubeswhump @whump-tr0pes @downriver914 @whumptywhumpdump @whumpiary @orchidscript @nonsensical-whump @outofangband

272 notes · View notes

sundaysundaes · 3 years

Text

Whispers

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Smut, Fluff | 5k | Idol AU

Summary: Donghyuck has been busy promoting his new album and no matter how much he misses you, he can’t see you in person due to his schedules. Desperate for your touch, he begins to call you late at night.

Warnings: Phone sex, masturbation (male and female), dirty talk (but is it still called ‘dirty talk’ if Donghyuck is just being honest and saying whatever that comes to his mind?), no plot with a lot of dialogues

The vibration of your iPhone wakes you up from your dream. Being thrown back so suddenly to reality makes you feel slightly lightheaded but it’s all worth it the second you see his name written on your screen. Rubbing your eyes away from sleep, you answer his call, “Hyuck?”

“Hey, Noona.” The airiness of his honeyed voice sounds familiar and pleasant in your ears that it instantly paints a smile on your face. “Did I wake you?”

You refrain yourself from yawning. “Yeah, I fell asleep reading.” Narrowing your eyes irritatedly at the brightness of the fluorescent light hanging on your ceiling, you decide to switch it off and uses the dim glow of the bedside lamp instead.

“What time is it?” He gasps when he notices the time on his screen. “Three AM?! Shit, I didn’t realize it was this late. Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t be sleeping anyway. I still have to work on my papers, so it’s actually good that you woke me up.” You nuzzle close to the pillow, holding your phone to your ear with one hand, blinking sleepily. “Did you just get back from schedule?”

“Yeah.” He sighs wearily. “I’m dead tired right now. I wish I could just take a day off, you know? I mean, performing is fun, but promoting a new album can be so hectic. I’ve only been sleeping for, like, two hours per day since last week.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You bring the teddy bear he’d given you on your birthday close to your chest, pretending like you were embracing him. “I wish you could take some days off, too.”

“Yeah?” Somehow, he sounds like he’s smiling. “Then do what?”

“I don’t know, play games, I guess? Or just lie around in bed, doing nothing.”

“I’d rather be doing something, actually.” He chuckles softly, a hint of teasing in his voice. “Or someone.”

“Gross,” you retort but you can feel your lips curving upwards. “It’s okay if you want to rest, Hyuck. You don’t have to force yourself to call me every day. Your health should be your number one priority.”

“What, you don’t want me to call you?”

You freeze. “Of course I want you to call me. I just—”

“I thought you’d be excited to hear my voice.”

The sudden bitterness in his tone makes you sit up from the bed, eyebrows adjoined in confusion. “What—Hyuck—”

“You know what?” He exhales loudly. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have called. It’s late anyway.“

“Can you please just listen—”

“I’m tired. Let’s just talk tomorrow.”

“But—”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Hyuck—” But you’re only answered by silence when the line gets disconnected. You stare at your phone, eyes wide in disbelief.

What the hell just happened?

Upset and vexed, you dial his number. You wait with your jaw clenched until he picks up on the fourth ring. “Can’t you listen to me for one second?!” Not sure if it’s because of the drowsiness or exhaustion, but you find yourself shouting even before he says anything. “Of course, I want you to call me, you idiot! It’s the only thing I’ve been waiting all day. Every day, Hyuck, I wait for your call every day. I keep catching myself checking on my phone every ten minutes, waiting for your texts, wanting to call you. I miss you, of course, I miss you—you’re—” You turn stiff when you hear him cackling from the other side of the phone. “Are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry.” His laughter is contagious but you put up your best effort not to get infected. “You’re so cute when you get all riled up. Isn’t it obvious that I was just joking?”

“Right. I’m hanging up.”

“Wait, Noona—” You listen to him with your eyes throwing ice daggers to the wall. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise.” There’s a small pause where you’re too irritated to talk and he’s too unsure to start but he tries. “So, like… you miss me?”

“Not right now.”

“Aaw, come on, I was just messing around.” You can imagine him puckering his lips, batting his eyelashes for forgiveness. “Please, tell me. Tell me how much you miss me.”

You throw yourself back to the bed, huffing. “I don’t think I want to.”

“You get cuter when you’re angry, you know that?” He sighs to the air. “Aaah… I miss you. I miss you so much, Noona, you don’t even know. Probably more than you miss me.”

I don’t think that’s possible. “Of course,” you reply, holding back a smile from breaking on your face. “Since I only miss you a little bit.”

“A little bit?”

“A tiny, tiny bit. On second thought, maybe I don’t miss you at all.”

“Is that so?” You can tell he’s exhausted by the way he lets out his chuckle, but it doesn’t mean it’s less sincere. “It really has been a while since we last saw each other, hasn’t it?”

You nod to yourself. “Four months.”

“You keep count, huh?” His teasing tone makes you flushed. “Love me that much, do you?”

“Around four months,” you correct him, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible when the truth is, you can practically hear your heart hammering against your ribcages. “Or maybe three? Five? I don’t know.”

“Why are you so cute? Seriously, how can you be this cute?” Donghyuck sits on the edge of his bed, lips forming so widely that it nearly splits his face in half. When his chuckles have receded, his eyes begin to soften. “I love you, Noona. You know that, right?”

People might be thinking about how lucky you are to have a member of one of the most prestigious boybands in the world confessing his love for you at 3 AM, but honestly? You’re just so grateful for the fact that Lee Donghyuck, a boy who stole your heart nearly a decade ago when you were too young to even understand the word love, finally realized that your entire relationship with him was deeper than a mere friendship. It took years for both of you to finally gain enough bravery to act out your feelings, especially when he managed to shine brighter than you could ever imagine being. You were afraid of it—afraid that you would be burnt by his fame, afraid that he would discard you for he had everything and you only had him. But Donghyuck didn’t want anything. He only wanted you.

You love him. You’ve been loving him for as long as you can remember so hearing him say the words, no matter how often he has mentioned it already, still sparks fire through your veins. You’ll never admit that out loud, though.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot these days,” he sheepishly adds.

“More than you think about yourself?” You snort. “I’m shocked.”

“Eeyyy, I’m serious.” The sound of your giggle makes him sigh, longing to hear it in person. “I wish I could be with you right now. I thought about you a lot during today’s photoshoot too.” He lies down on the bed, running a hand through his hair. “I thought about our last date. About that red dress you wore. Man, you looked so cute in that dress.”

You half-buried your face in the pillow, heat blossoming on your cheeks. “Now this is the topic I like to talk about.”

Donghyuck scrunches up his nose. “Aren’t you gonna say I looked nice too that day?”

Even the slightest thought of him—any version of him, whether it was him dressing handsomely on a date or him waking up in the morning with a bird’s nest on his head—never fails to send butterflies swirling in your stomach, but again, you’ll never admit that out loud. “Meh,” you jeer, even adding a shrug when you know he won’t be able to see. “Could’ve dressed better. I mean, ripped jeans? Really?”

“Yah, yah, yah. You said I looked good wearing those jeans!”

“We were going to a fancy restaurant and I wore a semi-formal dress, Hyuck. They just didn’t match my outfit. They didn’t match anyone’s outfit there, really.”

“Really? You’re gonna say that? Even after you spent the whole night stealing glances at me with drool on your face?”

You wish you could say he was lying, but you indeed spent the entire night drooling at him over the sight of his black leather jacket and the way his jeans just wrapped his thighs so perfectly. “I have lost interest in this topic.” It’s for the best before you combust into flames. “Where are you right now?”

“Back at the dorm.” He softly yawns. “In my room.”

“Alone?”

“Yep, since Johnny-hyung is filming out of town.” When you stay quiet, unsure of what to say, Donghyuck grins mischievously. “Why, do you wanna sneak in? I think I can afford to lose some sleep tonight, if you know what I mean.”

Flustered, you retort, “After Johnny caught us cuddling last time? No way.”

“Yeah, about that,” Donghyuck says a little awkwardly, “After you went home he said to me that he heard the whole thing—”

“What do you mean the whole thing?” The horror in your face and your voice is clear.

“I meant, the whole thing. Us having sex and stuff.”

You could practically feel the exact moment when your soul is leaving your body, but Donghyuck continues as if he’s simply talking about getting caught cheating during a test. “But it’s okay, he’s cool. He’s got my back.”

“Oh my God.” You nearly faint. “I will never show my face in front of your roommate, ever again.”

“Yeah, about that—“

“Are you fucking kidding me, Hyuck—”

“Jaehyun-hyung heard us too.”

“What?!”

“And he told Mark-hyung about it later on, and that’s the reason why I had this bump on my head for three days.” Donghyuck pouts, rubbing the back of his head, lean fingers carding through soft brown locks. “He hit me with a book, lecturing me about bringing you to the dorm as if he never did that himself.”

Not trying to overreact about it, but you’re suffocating by this point. “Why are you so chill about this?!”

“They heard us having sex, not murdering the innocents.” He rolls his eyes but seems amused at your reaction. “To be honest, I hear a lot of stuff happening in our dorm that I’m sure you don’t wanna know. Like, a lot a lot. Way worse than what I did with you.”

“And does Taeyong know about this?”

“Taeyong-hyung needs his beauty sleep so we agreed not to tell him stuff.”

“I feel sorry for him.”

“I just feel sorry he’s not part of our antics.” Donghyuck shrugs, kicking off his shoes and socks before he leans against the headboard. “How about you? Are you alone?”

“Yeah.” You heavily sigh, still feeling quite dizzy after hearing the truth he just blurted out. “My roommate’s gone for the weekend.”

“Oh…” He taps his fingers against his stomach, a weird feeling swirling inside his chest as a thought begins to form. “That’s… great…”

Donghyuck’s tongue lays heavy in his mouth, suddenly loses the ability to form a simple conversation as his mind begins to focus entirely on something else. It all started that one night when he pretended to be asleep, when in fact, he was listening to his roommate, Johnny, speaking to his girlfriend in hushed whispers. The way the older man was chuckling to his phone was suspicious, and the more he tried to listen intently, the more he realized that Johnny wasn’t conversing. He was giving orders with a voice thick with seduction. The sensual words Johnny used made Donghyuck’s ears turn scarlet, and he buried his face deeper behind his blanket. Since then, the curiosity within him has been rising more and more, nearly suffocating him sometimes when he desperately yearned for your touch but his schedule never let him take a goddamn break.

Not knowing the dirty thoughts that flit across his mind, you carry on your conversation like usual. “I guess, but it does get lonely sometimes when she’s not around. I actually like having a roommate.” The sandalwood aroma from your diffuser, combined with his velvety voice, comforts you and you’re finally able to relax. “Have you been eating well? I’ve been craving for strawberry—”

“What are you wearing?”

“—pancakes—what?”

“I…” Donghyuck heaves out a heavy breath, biting the corner of his lip, unsure yet not ready to give up on his desire. “I just… I was wondering—Are you wearing pajamas?”

“Umm…” The way he asks about it sends heat rising to your cheeks. He doesn’t sound as innocent as the words he uses. You look down, fingers curling at the hemline of your clothes. “I’m wearing one of your shirts, actually.”

Donghyuck throws his head back, eyes tightly shut as he curses silently into the air, his phone pressed against his chest. The sight of you wearing his oversized shirt has been one of his most recurring fantasies and not being able to see you, but knowing that you are wearing his shirt, kills him.

“Hyuck?”

Donghyuck brings his phone back to his ear. “Sorry, there was a… Mark.” He mentally slaps himself on the head.

“There was a Mark?”

“I mean, Mark-hyung was here—but he just left so—"

“Are you drunk again?”

“No!” Donghyuck rubs his temple. This is not going well, he shouts in his mind. “Why—” He winces when he hears his voice crack. Clearing his throat, he tries again. “Why are you wearing my shirt?”

Because it smells like you and it helps me sleep better. “Just because,” you quietly mumble, eyes locked to the ceiling. “Why are you asking me this exactly?”

“Just because,” he mimics. His breathing sounds more prominent as if he’s in the same room, only a few inches away from your ear. It’s the reason why you enjoy talking to him this way instead of taking video calls. You can focus solely on his honeyed voice, almost like a lullaby to your ears. “Can you tell me…” he continues, laced with both hesitation and anticipation, “What else you're wearing?”

“Umm…” You take a deep breath, trying to keep yourself composed. “I don’t think I want to say.”

“Please, Noona.” The sudden desperation in his plead startles you as if he’s losing control of himself, little by little. He seems to notice that too because when he speaks again, it’s steadier, almost formal. “I just… I want to know. If that’s okay.”

“Well…” You curl your toes. “Aside from your shirt, I’m…” Just say it, for God’s sake. He’s your boyfriend. He’s seen you naked. “I’m only wearing my panties.”

There’s a pause that makes your heart thump. “Not, uhh…” Donghyuck wets his lip. “Not even a bra?”

You fiddle with your fingers. “N-no.”

“Fuck.”

You nearly drop your phone. The guttural groan he just emitted from the back of his throat catches you off guard. “Hyuck..?”

“Noona, there’s—” Donghyuck sits up straight, nails nearly sinking to his jean-clad thigh. “There’s something I want to try.” There’s a sense of urgency mixed with minimum self-control. “I-if you don’t mind…”

You know where this is going. “What is it?”

“Just—Just follow my lead, okay?”

You shakily nod your head. When he calls out your name again, you remember that you have to say it in words. “Okay.”

“Can you…” Donghyuck’s heart is beating out of control. His mind desperately tries to answer how the fuck do I start this?! “Can you, umm, lie down on the bed for me?”

You can tell he’s nervous and it’s both reassuring and endearing to know that he’s never done this with anyone else before and probably not mentally ready to do it with you, but tries to go all the way because he knows both of you need to find a way to release all of these pent-up emotions.

You follow his order. “I’m…” You take a deep breath so your voice won’t tremble too much. “I’m lying on my bed.”

Donghyuck always takes a few seconds before answering, as if he’s battling inside his head as he tries to sort out his thoughts. “Is your light turned on?”

“Yes.”

“Turn it off.”

You switch off the button on your bedside lamp. “Okay, it’s off.”

“Okay, mine too.” Then all you can hear is his slightly ragged breathing. “It’s… a bit awkward, isn’t it?” He chuckles nervously, followed by an inaudible, “Fuck, why am I so nervous,” as he’s straying away from the phone.

A smile paints your lips. “You’re adorable.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

When silence strikes, Donghyuck scratches his cheek. “Do you… want to know what I’m wearing?”

You gulp. “S-sure.”

“Well…” Donghyuck takes a look at himself. “I’m wearing a denim jacket, a white shirt, a pair of jeans—I just got back from a photoshoot so—”

So he must look good. “Take them off.”

He’s probably as startled as you are when you hear the words tumbling down your mouth. But even if he is as embarrassed as you are, he doesn’t make it as obvious. “Sure.” A rustling sound can be heard, and you let your imagination wander. You can tell he’s taking off his jacket and soon, his shirt will follow. Donghyuck would always take his shirt off by grabbing the fabric from the back and yank it over his head, instead of crossing his arms at his waist. There’s something masculine about it, but you tend to get more distracted at the way his muscles would contract in his lean stomach. His silver necklace would dangle around his neck, and he’d smirk whenever he caught you staring at him for a second too long.

“My shirt’s off,” he quietly states, snapping you out of your reverie. “Now take yours off—wait! Wait. Leave it on. I want to imagine you wearing my shirt. Just take off your panties.”

“I’m—” It’s so damn hard to focus when you feel so ashamed just by hearing his instructions. “Okay…” Your fingers are quivering when they slide down your stomach, thumb hooking around the hem before you pull your lingerie down to the middle of your thighs.

“Lie down,” he whispers, “Prop a pillow behind your back. Are you comfortable?”

“Y-yeah, just…” You sigh, head going dizzy. “Embarrassed.”

The airy laughter that flows from his mouth is too innocent to be heard in this kind of situation. “So cute. Me too, actually. I’ve never done this before.” When his chuckles have receded, the nervousness grows vivid in his voice once again. “Do you, umm... Do you want to stop?”

You’re supposed to say yes, or at least a bit conflicted about it, so it shocks you when you immediately answer, “No,” without hesitation.

“Thank God.” Donghyuck sighs, smiling softly against the phone. “‘Cause I wouldn’t know what to do if you said yes.” He unbuckles his belt with one hand, taking it off as his heartbeat soars through the roof. “Then, umm… can you spread your legs? As wide as you can.”

You feel so exposed even when no one is looking. Following his guidance, you question, “What about you? What are you doing?”

“I’m…” Donghyuck swallows hard, looking down at the way his hand is pressing against his semi-hardness. “I’m rubbing myself over my pants.”

Fuck, you mentally groan. “Why aren’t you touching yourself directly?”

“Cause I want to wait for you.” He has his eyes closed, hand slipping under the hemline of his jeans, stroking himself over his boxer. “I want to picture you rubbing your fingers on your clit. I want to hear you moan my name when you do.”

Oh my God. “Then guide me,” you plead. There’s something so irresistibly sexy about him touching himself while picturing you pleasuring yourself with your fingers. “Tell me what to do, Hyuck.”

He runs his tongue over his lower lip. The excitement of being able to act as a puppeteer, tugging on your strings, sends all blood rushing south. “Can you push your shirt up? Don’t take it off, just—” He exhales, taking a moment to collect himself after a certain obscene thought of you touching yourself entered his mind. “Just make sure it’s not in the way.”

“Okay.” You grip the hemline of your shirt, pulling it up until it pools above your chest. “Now, what?”

“I want you to touch your breasts.” You’re more aroused by his breathy voice and lustful tone than embarrassed at this point. “Imagine me, Noona,” Donghyuck whispers, and he sounds so close, as if he’s lying down next to you. “Imagine me with my hands on you, caressing your breasts. Can you do that?”

You squeeze your breast, mumbling out a weak, “Yes…” The memory of Donghyuck, embracing you from behind, his naked chest pressed against your spine, hot mouth lazily pressing wet kisses against your nape suddenly comes alive in your mind. You still remember how sexy he sounded moaning out your name as he rocked his hips forward, his fingers exploring around your chest, rubbing and pinching at a certain spot to make you press closer to him in desperation for more of his touch.

“Suck on your fingers, make them wet, then bring them back down.” Donghyuck’s hips are bucking against his hand, his fingers tugging his zipper down. “Imagine my mouth latching on your nipple, sucking it the way I always do. The way you like me to do.”

You bring your fingers to your mouth, coating two of them with saliva before you bring them back down to pinch your sensitive bud. With your eyes closed and his heavy breathing in your ear, the wet sensation of your fingers gives you a clear image of his tongue flicking against your nub.

“Tell me how you feel.”

“It’s not enough,” you croak out, “I want to feel you directly on my skin.”

Donghyuck takes a sharp breath. “You don’t even know how much I want to be there and touch you.” The way his voice suddenly becomes deep sends shivers down your spine. “I want to suck bruises on your skin. I want to mark you everywhere, again and again, so the bruises will last for days. I want you to remember me every time you see yourself in the mirror.”

You sheepishly smile, though your heart is still racing. “I always remember you even without that, Haechannie.”

The sudden change of his name warms his heart. “I wish you’re the only one who calls me that. You make my stage name sounds better, special. I could have thousands of people screaming my name but none of them makes me feel the way you do.” As he slides his hand under his boxer, finally making direct contact with his skin, Donghyuck becomes desperate once again. “Bring your other hand down. I want you to touch yourself, Noona, please.”

You slide your hand between your legs, tentatively rubbing yourself between your folds. “Hyuck…”

“Does it feel good?”

You nod, eyes shut, and your mind wanders. “Yes…”

“Rub your clit for me. And imagine I’m doing that with my tongue.”

You can picture him with his head between your legs so perfectly behind your closed eyelids. He has done it several times and you remember how he would always start slow, placing open-mouthed kisses on the inner part of your thigh before dipping his head down and swipe his tongue along your folds—all the while never breaking eye-contact. He would press a kiss against your clit, and lick you slowly because he’d want you to beg for it. He never directly told you but you could tell he liked being in control because the second you whispered “Please, Hyuck,” he would immediately indulge you with everything you wanted and more.

Donghyuck would suck hard on your clit, doing it so suddenly that you’d nearly crush him by wrapping your legs too tightly around his head. Amazed and delighted by your reaction, he would break into a smile with his tongue still darting out to taste you, mouth pressing harder against your skin until he plunged his tongue inside your heat.

You moan out his name at the memory, directly to the phone.

“Fuck, baby, you sound so perfect…” Donghyuck nearly whimpers and the word baby stirs something within you as he never called you that before.

“Call me like that again…” You rub yourself harder on the spot you like the most. “Please, Hyuck…”

“Baby…” Donghyuck’s fingers are curling harder around his length, pumping himself in accordance to every gasp and moan you’re emitting. “I wish I could see you—I wish I could lock my eyes with yours as I eat you up. I want to see your face, every single expression you make—I bet you look so cute, so goddamn... erotic.”

Your hold around your phone loosens but fortunately for you, the pillow pressing against it keeps it close to your ear. “Touch yourself,” you breathily murmurs, “I want you to touch yourself too.”

“I am, baby,” Donghyuck softly moans, his fingers tightening around his length. “What else do you want me to do?”

“I want you to stroke yourself harder and run your thumb over your slit.” Donghyuck zealously follows, cursing under his breath at the pleasure. “And I want you to keep doing it until my name escapes your lips.”

“God, I want you.” He repeats your name over and over again, as ordered, with him stroking himself faster each time. “Noona, I want your mouth on me. I want to see you hollow your cheeks around me—like how you did to me when we were backstage, that time after the concert. You looked so pretty that night, so eager—so desperate for me—”

“Me too. I want to make you feel good too. I—” You nip at your bottom lip, feeling goosebumps creeping up your skin when he moans out your name. You’ve always loved his voice, loved it more than anything else in the world, and the sounds he makes when he’s in bed with you is the sexiest thing that even your poor mind can’t even begin to imagine. And now, focusing solely on his voice, listening to his filthy, sinful words, he’s driving you to the edge of your sanity.

“I’ve touched myself before at the thought of you,” he confesses breathlessly, “Several times, even way before we started dating.”

You’re trembling at the thought. “Haechannie—”

“You don’t know just how much—” The sound of him trying to stifle down a moan only makes you crave for him more. “—how much I wanted you back then. How much I want you now. Even during high school, I just—I wanted you—wanted to touch you—wanted—ah fuck,” a whine slipped out his lips, “Wanted to hold you so bad, to make love to you until—”

At the rustling sounds, him whimpering at his touches, and you rubbing yourself on the perfect spot, you know you won’t last long. “H-Hyuck, are you close?”

“Just a little bit more, Noona, ah—” He thrashes his head against the pillow, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows hard. “Fuck, I need to be inside you. I need to feel you clenching your walls around me.” At the memory of you gazing at him with anticipation building inside your seductive, half-lidded eyes, as you parted your legs to give him permission to ravish you the way he wanted, Donghyuck quickens the pace, thrusting vigorously into his hand. “Fuck yourself with your fingers, baby, please.”

You’re more than keen to follow, inserting one digit inside your heat with another one following soon after. You can visualize him bringing your legs in the air until they dangle over his shoulders, his hips slamming hard against yours with each thrust. “Hyuck—”

“If you were here right now,” he nearly growls, “I would fuck you so hard until you’re mewling my name against the sheets. And I won’t stop, I won’t stop even if you beg me to. I won’t stop until I’m done with you.”

Donghyuck doesn’t sound like he’s trying to dirty talk which only makes it even more arousing to your ear. It’s as if he’s losing control of his mouth, just saying anything that comes to mind. The honesty, the urgency, his breathy, desperate calls of your name between lewd words—

You choke out a sob. “Hyuck—I’m close—”

“Me too—N-noona—Kiss me—”

It’s one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever felt and it’s funny because you never really enjoyed touching yourself before. Donghyuck follows a few seconds after, moaning your name so erotically that will probably give you a hard time falling asleep for days at the thought of it. You’re left dazed, staring at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. Your phone lays forgotten on the pillow next to you. Mustering all the strength you have left, you reach out for it. “Hyuck…?”

You can hear him breathing heavily. “I’m here,” he says. “Are you okay? Did you get to come?”

“Y-yes.” Now that it’s over, you begin to feel self-conscious again and the heat that blooms on your cheeks nearly wash every bit of your orgasm away in an instant. “Did you?”

“I made a huge mess.” He chuckles, sounding just as embarrassed as you are. “Fuck, didn’t realize it was going to be this good when we started. What would’ve happened if we had Face-Timed each other instead?”

Your head nearly explodes at the thought. “One step at a time, Hyuck. I’m practically dying from shame right now.”

He laughs a little at that. “So, you don’t really oppose the idea? Man, I have something to look forward to then.”

“Shut up, you’re gross. Is this the reason you called me?”

“No,” he hastily says, “I swear, I called because I missed hearing your voice.” Then he thinks about it again. “Well, I mean, I have been thinking about doing, uhh, these kinds of things with you but trust me, it wasn’t the reason why I called.”

“Sure,” you flatly reply, teasing him.

“Yah, yah, yah, it’s your fault for saying that you were wearing nothing but my shirt!”

“It’s your fault for asking me what I was wearing!”

It’s always like this with him. You’re bickering at one point, having sex at another time, then goes back to bickering once again. But it’s endearing, you suppose, because after this, you’ll be murmuring loving words, and just when you begin to think about it, Donghyuck whispers into the phone.

“I love you, Noona. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

And you smile. “I love you too, Haechannie. You’re the second best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“What the hell is the first one?”

“Chicken nuggets.”

“You’re so dead.”

***

812 notes · View notes

enhihi · 3 years

Text

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐔

featuring — sano manjiro, hanagaki takemichi, ryuguji ken, mitsuya takashi, baji keisuke, matsuno chifuyu, kawata nahoya, kawata souya, shiba hakkai, kisaki tetta, hanma shuji, hanemiya kazutora, sano emma, sano shinichiro, shiba yuzuha, shiba taiju, kurokawa izana genre — fluff, angst, platonic author's note — vague spoiler under the cut? probably not that accurate, but i'm kinda happy with how this turns out haha

— 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 | 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐, 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊

identity, no matter how grand or pathetic, is what that makes a person themselves. mikey couldnt remember who he is, but there's something inside him thats trying to scrape away his sanity. his battle has always been his alone, until a lost human takemichi, who he saved long ago, reminds him of who he is, sano manjiro.

— 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒐 | 𝒌𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒂, 𝒌𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒚𝒂

childhood is a time to keep and share secret, as foolish as they might be. souya's biggest secret is discovering his brother's smile drops for the first time when he goes missing. nahoya's biggest secret is witnessing his brother's scowl being replaced with a smile that matches his to the experience of riding the cat bus with a spirit that reunited them once and for all.

— 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒍'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆 | 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂, 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒎𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒋𝒊

to be loved is all kisaki had ever wished for. but in a world full of magic and chaos, it really isnt that surprising for him to wake up one morning as an old man and somehow need to deal with a crazy wizard of the waste, hanma, who travels with his magic door from place to place just for the fun of beating people up to pulp.

— 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒆 | 𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊, 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒌𝒂𝒊, 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒂 𝒚𝒖𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂, 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒋𝒖

upon protecting his village and being cursed as a result, prince mitsuya travels to find a cure. along his journey, he faces against king taiju of iron town, who threatens hakkai and yuzuha to give up their forest and accept his ideal when all they want is to protect what they call as home and family.

— 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 | 𝒓𝒚𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒋𝒊 𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒎𝒎𝒂

their love is forbidden. yet, it doesnt stop draken and emma from being together. they are who we wish to spend their life with and pour their soul for, no matter how short and tragic their ending is meant to be. they make peace with their fate, because they know someday, they'll be united again.

— 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 | 𝒃𝒂𝒋𝒊 𝒌𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒚𝒖, 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒂

they say black cat brings bad luck. but kazutora's life only takes a turn to a brighter future when he follows baji who leads him to someone he doesnt expect to call a friend. with chifuyu as his guiding light, he learns to be kinder to himself and finds meaning to his life.

— 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 | 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐, 𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒏𝒂

there's no greater love than one of a sibling. the world might be covered in despair of hunger and death. but as izana holds shinichiro's hand tight in front of a swarm of glowing fireflies, he thinks that if he dies tomorrow, he'll die in peace, knowing that he is loved.

#tokyo revengers #sano manjiro #hanagaki takemichi #ryuguji ken #mitsuya takashi #baji keisuke #matsuno chifuyu #kawata nahoya #kawata souya #shiba hakkai #kisaki tetta #hanma shuji #hanemiya kazutora #sano emma #sano shinichiro #shiba yuzuha #kurokawa izana #draken

112 notes · View notes

meloswifeyyy · 3 years

Text

Relationship Alphabet

A - Attitude

Who often has the worst Attitude ?

Well, you obviously. Most of the time because you are hungry or you and Melo just got out of an argument. Melo usually fucks the attitude out of you anywhere, anytime tho.

B - Baby

Who wants Babies the most - first ?

Melo. He often jokes about having kids or when you are having sex he would whisper in your ear “You trynna have my babies?” or “You boutta have my babies ” when he nuts in you. He says that he wants 3 or more. You only want 2. You arent rushing into it.

C - Crying

Who Cries the most in the relationship ?

You. You often cry alone when you miss Melo when he is at away games for so long. Or when your BP triggers, Melo would comfort you. When watching sad movies, or when someone you love dies. Tears of joys appear here and there. Or when you get into arguments and Melo says something wrong or disrespectful out of madness.

D - Dates

Who has the best Date spots ?

Melo. He would often take you to fancy restaurants in L.A or Miami, or wherever you guys went. Or take you shopping at an expensive place. He would do dates at home like watching movies, have you cook dinner because he cant cook for shit, or he would have a bath waiting on you.

E - Eat

Who Eats the most ?

You. You know damn well you cant survive without food. Its the 2nd best thing that has ever happened to you besides life and Melo. Cant even survive a night. If you would wake up in the middle of the night and get hungry and go to kitchen and try to sneak some food without waking Melo up, he would hear it and go to the kitchen and scare you, picking you up over his shoulder with one arm, and with the other putting the food away carrying you back to the bed because its a little to early in the morning to be eating.

F - Freak

Who is the Freakiest ?

Both of you. You being the only girl that can fuck Melo like you do, and being the only girl Melo is sexually, physically, and mentally attracted to no other girl can do it like you.10/10 in bed. Now Melo on the other hand is a demon in bed. His strokes, hitting your G - Spot constantly with you feeling it in your guts. His 9 inch is almost always on hard when he is around you. And his tongue is crazy, going in and out and on the pearl AT THE SAME TIME. Crazy right. Spelling his name out on you. He loves when you scratch his back up or give him hickeys everywhere. 10000/10. Makeup sex is the best.

G - Games

Who wins the most games ?

Melo. He would always dare you to a game of Call of Duty or Fortnite to see who would win first. And he would always win. When you would play a game of Uno you would often win and he would be mad the rest of the day due to his competitiveness. But any other game he would win.

H - Happy

Who is the Happiest in the relationship ?

Both of you. You are always happy when you guys are around each other. Even when you guys just got done arguing you are still happy that he is in your presence. Melo on the other hand is always happy with you around him, he loves to cuddle with you. Its one of his favorite thing to do. He just loves that you are in his presence. You are his other half.

I - Irreplaceable

Who is the most Irreplaceable ?

You would say Melo but Melo would say you. Melo knows how to deal with you more than anyone else does. He knows all your spots and what you like and dont like. He notices all of your flaws and sees the good and beautiful in them. He knows your body, mind, and soul. No man has a better or brighter or bigger smile than him. He always brightens the mood. You on the other hand are different. A big beautiful smile. You know how to deal with Melo when he is sad, looses a game. You can tell when he is lying or telling the truth just by looking through his eyes. You know how to make him happy. You are the best he has ever had.

J - Jaded

Who gets the most Jaded after doing something ?

Melo. He usually gets really bored after sitting in the house all day. He really wants to leave the house and do something fun but usually its night time and you would be taking a nap or would be sleep.

K - Kisses

Who gives the most kisses?

Melo. He is always so clingy and that comes with all the kisses in the world. He kisses you all over your face in your sleep, even when you are sleep he gives you kisses. He loves to kiss all over your body.

L - Love

Who fell in love the fastest?

Melo. He had always had a crush on you and everyone knew you were the one for him. You just didn’t know it until you two started dating. He’s always making sure you are good. He loves your hugs. He was the first one to say “I love you”. He want kids you to have all 10 of his kids.

M - Motivation

Who gives the most motivation?

You. When melo is going to a game and is not having a good feeling about it you motivate him to push through it and win for you. 9/10 he will win or get a lot of points for you.

N - Night Owl

Who is more of a Night Owl?

Both of you. Sometimes when his ADHD is on 10 you guys stay up and listen to music, play games, go on ig live, or just fuck for 7 hours straight. Sometimes you have to tell him to got to sleep or put him to sleep (😏) because he has a game tomorrow and needs all the rest and energy he can get. It also the same for you.

O - Oral Sex

Who gives Oral Sex the most?

Melo. Trust me, you give him head a lot and it’s amazing, 10/10. But melo loves giving you head. He loves to spell his name out on you. Loves to see the faces to make you scream and shout. Loves sharing your cream with you (🥲). He loves to climb under the blanket while you are sleep for some breakfast in bed. Maybe even dinner. His lips make it even better. So glad he don’t got them white genes in his lips (😋😭).

P - Perfect

Whos perfect?

Obviously, no ones perfect but God (🙏🏾). But in your eyes no one else is better for you except melo. You couldnt imagine living life without him. Cant imagine what anyones elses kids would look like with you but. No relationship is perfect. Melo sees you as perfect. Your body. Your style. Your personality. He absolutely loves your touch. He loves touch but for you loving your touch is an understatement. He couldnt imagine his kids with anyone else but you. Cant imagine getting married with anyone else. When you guys get into arguments and sleep in seperate rooms. You barely get sleep because all you can think about is each other. How perfect you guys are for one another.

Q - Q? (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

R - Relate

What traits do you guys have a like each other?

A lot. Both of your favorite food is Chicken tacos. You both love a good game of Uno. You both love sex. Duhh. Both of you guy’s love language is touch. Love playing fortnite together. Love listening to music and taking drives together. Both love lil uzi (we pretending yall💀). Just in general you guys are very alike.

S - Sex

(No question for this one lol. Y’all already know how we is round hea nahhmeannn😭)

The sex. Omgggg. The first time you and melo had sex was. So amazing. Can’t ever forget that moment. Melo is always so horny. Morning sex is the best. Sometimes a little top at the red light can turn into a few rounds in back of the McDonalds parking lot. Lucky enough all his windows tinted as hell. Or in the Victoria’s Secret fitting rooms. You guys could be listening to Chris Brown and he would really take you down, fuck you back to sleep, switch up the tempo, or make you wet the bed (i’m laughing hard ash). The hickeys. The high sex. Drunk sex (drunnnnkkk in lovvveee). Car sex. Balcony sex. All over the house sex ( i got bars.) Mad sex and Make up sex. I could go on. Sex with me so amazinggggg. (i was listening to this song while writing this one💀😫😫😫)

T - Trips

Who likes taking trips internationally?

Melo. He love to take you and a yearly or even monthly vacay. Just you and him. Turks and Caicos. Bora Bora. Jamaica. Iceland. Japan. Africa. Anywhere where you can get away from the world. The different places. The hotels. Being able to fuck anywhere and everywhere. The pools. The different air. (united states ait is so boring). The new food. The animals. You guys love the new places. He loves to see you happy and with a smile on your face.

U - U (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

V - V (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it again.)

W - Right the Wrongs

Who rights their wrongs after an argument?

Usually it would be you first. If you said something that was out of pocket or melo didnt like you woukd quickly apologize. He would forgive you and still cuddle and kiss you and stuff because thats what he does. Tease you. But he would ignore you until he actually forgave you in his head. Melo would apologize and give you some bomb ass d for and apology. Or make that cute face that you can’t resist.

X - (Can’t find a word for X. Give me a suggestion and i will edit it)

Y - Young

Who acts like a Young ass child?

Both of you actually. That’s what makes you love each other the most. The laughs and jokes, the tv shows, everything you could think of. It’s nothing wrong with it at all. Y’all are always gonna bust a joke out at the right time. Maybe sometimes even the wrong time. (damn, double homicide). You guys love laughing with each other.

Z - ZZZ

Who has the worst sleeping habits?

Probably Melo. If you scooted over him even a little bit, he would probably scoot back closer to you or pull you back over to him. And the only con of that is he snores a lot. (Why this nigga snore with his mouth open?🤨💀). Sometimes if he was awake and you werent he would kiss all over you. He loves to lay on your 🍒.

Y’all welcome. I haven’t pose the one of these in a minute. This took me a whole month and a half. I’m tired as hell. 💀

#lamelo ball #melo imagine #lamelo imagine

262 notes · View notes