#so when I get home from work tmr

[sonjabysonjamorgan]

the way i perceive time on night shift….you wouldn’t get it

[kaoharu]

hiii who missed me <- girl whos supposed to be on break

[toastsnaffler]

I love to talk but I rly do feel like we have to be talking for a minimum of 8 hours straight before I feel like I can even begin to rly broach things on my mind or that have been bothering me a lot that I actually want to talk abt without being vague or deflecting or omitting or lying and if the conversation takes a break at any point it resets back to 0 and its still nice regardless but.

[titania-sleeps]

Submissive Omega Yandere x Alpha Reader

hi guys it's tmr and i was able to cut down some of the words! i left out the full ver of his first heat and your first rut so that'll be a dif post

idk if i should go fully into omegaverse stuff and just give reader a dick regardless of gender (cause apparently female alphas have retractable dicks) so i'm avoiding that for now

edit: more works featuring Adonis: Adonis Rides You, First Heat

warning: nsfw, dom reader, omegaverse (heats, ruts, yknow), minors DNI pls

• Adonis and you have been fuck buddies for three years now. At first, it was out of necessity; you were both teenagers with raging hormones, and being an omega and alpha respectively meant that the two of you had a difficult time taking care of your needs on your own.

• Adonis was surprised when you proposed the idea to him in your third year of high school. The two of you were good friends by then, and you probably knew of his plight. However, his heart raced nonetheless and he wondered if you secretly had a crush on him. He wouldn't have minded if you did, since you were his type! Sadly, you made it clear to him that you weren't interested in him as a romantic partner, only as a sexual partner.

• Adonis didn't let that deter him, however. He couldn't deny that he felt a little disappointed, but he didn't think too much of it at that time. As long as he didn't fall in love with you, everything would be alright.

• Adonis fucked up. Two months into your friends w/ benefit situation with him, he'd already caught feelings. Whenever he was around you, his pulse would increase and his senses would go into overdrive. Even when the two of you weren't fucking like rabbits, his hole was dripping for you.

• Adonis cursed at himself every time he went on a date with you. (They were dates because he considered it so and he would take no other opinions.) It was especially terrible when you went shopping with him. He couldn't help himself but think about you fucking him senseless in the changing rooms. Just the thought of it alone had him squeezing his thighs, his breaths heavy.

• Adonis tried to hide it from you, but you easily noticed his rose scent growing stronger. You would pull him to the side and ask him gently if he was in heat. The worst part was that he wasn't. He was simply always like this around you.

• Adonis loved that you never asked any further questions. You would quickly take him home and tell him to strip. And strip he gladly did. He didn't have the time to prepare himself for you, but you didn't need it. In a matter of seconds, your tongue was in his hole, thrusting in and out. Your hand rubbed his rock-hard member, sliding easily with his slick. During those nights, he would cum quickly and sleep deeply, arms wrapped around your waist tightly. He would not let you leave him.

• Adonis didn't understand how you were so nonchalant. He felt silly being the only one so affected by the intimacy the two of you were supposedly sharing. He assumed that you would've bitten him already, but you were so resilient.

• Adonis tried to ignore it, and he did a really good job at doing so! Well, for about a week. He just didn't get it; he was perfect for you and you were perfect for him. Your scent intoxicated him, and he was sure that his scent affected you the same way. So why didn't you want him more?

• Adonis spent the next year grappling with his situation. It only got worse over time; just a small whiff of your scent drove his instincts insane. He needed to be bred by you, for you to mark him. He needed you to claim him, to destroy his being and rebuild him from scratch.

• Adonis had his first official heat in the middle of the day at school that same year. It came out of nowhere, and the arousal he felt was far greater than anything he'd ever experienced in the past.

• Adonis didn't bother hiding it. You were talking to your friends, but he interrupted and dragged you away by the arm, his face flushed. You were concerned, as you always were, but his eyes were clouded in need. He pushed you into the janitor's closet, locking the door behind you.

• Adonis stuck onto you in the closet, trembling. Sweat trickled down his neck, glistening against his skin. His scent was stronger than it had ever been; no longer just roses but now with a hint of lemon.

• Adonis whined, grinding against your leg. His pants were already soaking wet, the sticky liquid coating your leg. You sighed; you knew were going to miss class for the rest of the day.

• Adonis clung to you for the rest of the school year, nearly attached to your hip. You had lunch with him every day, you walked him home every day, and even your weekends were spent with him. He was so happy that you were giving him so much attention!

• Adonis suffered greatly during your last year of high school. He was so close to confessing to you, but he didn't want to lose what he already had with you. But you were glowing, your demeanor so confident and charismatic. He could see the other omegas turning their heads whenever they walked past the two of you.

• Adonis knew that if he didn't act quick, another omega would try and seduce you. He couldn't stand the thought of that, especially since he laid his eyes on you first. He would be your first and only mate. No one else.

• Adonis's heart dropped when he witnessed a small female omega confess to you under a cherry blossom tree the day of your graduation. He was planning to do that. That was supposed to be you and him.

• Adonis didn't bother trying to think when he intercepted her confession. He grabbed your arm, pressing his chest against it.

"Who is this, darling?" he had asked. The shock and hurt on her face were worth every ounce of courage it took for him to do that. She ran away, sobbing, and he was left with you and a sense of pride. No one was going to come between you and him.

• Adonis was scolded by you afterward, but he didn't care. You were his alpha, his fated mate. You didn't need any other omegas. That night, you treated him roughly, your body pressed heavily against his and your teeth baring at him.

• Adonis grinned. You were going to bite him! Surely, this was where you would finally, finally bite him. Hurry, show him what bad boys get. Show him that naughty boys get bitten, claimed against their will, and used like toys.

• Adonis was disappointed when you left the morning after, no bite marks on his body. He was being so good for you, so why didn't you claim him? Did you have someone else? Did he have to resort to murder just so you'd look solely at him?

• Adonis swore to himself that this year would be the year you bite him. This year would be your final year as fuck buddies. Next year, you two will already be mates. And if there's one thing you need to know about Adonis, it is that he mates for life.

something in me wanted to name him adonis casanova bc that would've been really funny but he's just adonis. for now.

next adonis fic is gonna be his first heat (in detail) and then maybe your first rut (also in detail),,,

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[cuz-reasons]

Oh fuck I just remembered that there's no bushes today so I get to walk home from work

[reeniecon]

-levels of possessiveness-

Include malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge, rook hunt, kalim al asim and Jamil Viper

‼️⚠️ : gn!Reader,I haven't proof read it yet, mentions of chapter 7 npc's names on lilias part, might be come out as yandere tendencies than possessiveness...

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- kalim al asim -

• I know some of you gonna disagree with me, BUT HEAR ME OUT OKAY

• since he was a little kid he always get what he wanted right?

• why wouldn't get this one ?

• YOU GET THE IDEA RIGHT HEHEHEHE

• hm? Oh u want to go out by urself? No way hahahah, take jamil with you~ or u want me to accompany you?

• Ooooo waitt sweety dont do the chores :(( ur hand will get hurt by that, just let the maid do it for you okayy?? Oh you felt sorry for him?? For working alone? oh dont worry baba(father) will recuit the maids tmr hhe

- jamil Viper -

• this one are not very surprising

• jamil didn't really get the chance to have something in life that really his on the first place

• so, when he finally did and someone are trying to take it away from him he get really possessive over it

• he can protect kalim all the time so... He faced by almost 0 problem trying to protect you

" Jamil.. What is that?? Can we get that? " You asked him

" I can make more healthier version of it at home, are you okay with that dear? " He speak " And uh...look, dear the cooking oil that there using, it's already black soo that mean they have been using it multiple time without changing it, I wouldn't want you to eat that not-very-healty oil I'm I?" He carefully explains to you

You can sigh to him " Okay... "

" Good, let's head back I'll make it for you" He smiled sweetly to you

- lilia vanrouge -

• lmao do I need to explain??

• he is a fae

• and already lived a long life

• he knows the pain of losing people he loved dearly mallenoa.. Malleus mother and malleus father...

• so naturally he didn't want to get hurt by that feeling again of course.

• that's why he get very possessive of you

• if you're a long lived creature you might see him be not so possessive towards you because he knows he had a lot of time to spend with you.

• BUT, if you're a human... He *sigh* yeah you know the rest

" My dearie" Lilia calls for you

" Where have youve been?? " He added

" Oh, lilia I just got back from heartslabyul actually, just meet adeuce " You explain while giggling

" Hm, why lying my dear" He glares to you, while flying closer to you

" What.. No what do you mean Lilia! " You panic a little bit because what he just say to you

"Fufu.. My lovely dear... Don't lie to me okay? I know everything going on in your life " He say gently while He stroke your hair

- malleus draconia -

• HE IS A DRAGON.

• dragon are KNOWN to be a possessive creature sooo what makes you think he is any different

• he probably lock u up somewhere if he want to lmao

• not only a normal dragon but he is a dragon with POWERS he is the crowns prince to the Briar valley soooo

• he basically can do whatever he wants lol

• good luck if you catches his eyes lmao he might never let you go until your funeral, keyword MIGHT

- idia shroud -

• aaa this wired boy

• lacking basic human interaction and affection wwww

• in my eyes he would either be

• no please don't leave me boy or don't leave me or ill kms / destroy all of it

• WOULD STALK U, he probably hack into the campus CCTV just to check what are you doing currently

• asking ortho to follow you and assist you with everything you need

• would probably sends anonymous deaths threats to any guy who are flirting with you

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An : I'm kinda ashamed by this lol, but Ill post it anw, I'll add more in the future but this is it for now 😂😂😂

[allaboutnayeli]

ICE CREAM IS THE KEY TO MY HEART | a.russo x reader

summary: for your first date, alessia takes you out to go eat your favorite: ice cream.

author notes: so i made a poll a long while ago for which player i should write for when i had hit 600 followers and alessia won, so i was supposed to had made an alessia fic back then but i hit over 700 followers way faster than i thought i would 🫠 so instead of this being the 600 follower special, i have something else in the works since i hit 700. anyways enjoy everyone 💞

contains: alessia russo x reader, lesbians being lesbians, fluff!, reader is a total foodie, this is short & sweet

playing melting by kali uchis 🎵

"are you sure this looks good?" you say, gesturing to your makeup as you look at laura who's sitting on your bed. the austrian player narrows her eyes, checking out your face. after a moment or two she smiles and nods.

"yep! i think it looks great on you. especially the mascara," laura stands then walks over to where you are sitting at your vanity. she makes you turn back to the mirror so she can help you out with your hair. "i feel like a slickback would fit your look for today.." she says, grabbing a brush and some gel without even waiting for a yes from you.

"wow, thanks.." you say sarcastically as she starts to brush your hair back.

"awe, you're welcome," she says back just as sarcastically, which makes you scoff, but still you sit there and let her do the hairstyle. while she's doing that, you start to zone out, thinking about the reason you're getting ready right now. alessia, the pretty blonde with the bright smile, asked you out on a date after practice yesterday. the two of you have been acting oblivious about your feelings toward each other for weeks at that point, and everybody else at arsenal was sick of it. apparently, lotte told ella to tell alessia she should just go for it and ask you out (that's what you could make out in the blonde's jumbled rant while she was asking you out) and alessia actually took that advice.

of course, you agreed right away when she asked. you remember how she gave you a shy smile before saying, "i'll text you the details, okay?"

"yeah, okay," you smile back at her, then you two went to your separate cars. that smile was permanently struck on your face for the entire ride home.

the good thing about being teammates is that you and alessia didn't have to exchange numbers when she asked you out since you two exchanged numbers the first time yall met. later that day, the english player texted you a simple message ice cream? 3pm tmr?

you immediately agreed, replying back with your own message 100% yes. i love ice cream 💗. alessia replied back with see you tomorrow!! and the conversation ended there. just because the conversation ended doesn't mean your mind stopped thinking about the date. all your thoughts were centered around alessia and ice cream since 6:20pm when that text convo ended to now.

laura talking snaps you out of your thoughts. "alessia is going to be even more love-sick when she sees you," she says. you look in the mirror to see your hair slicked back nicely into a ponytail; laura can do a pretty good slickback.

"thank you, and alessia is not love-sick," you say as laura moves away from you. the blonde goes back to sitting on your bed, grabbing her phone off of your pillow before laying back.

"she totally is, but okay, we can pretend that she isn't for your sake." you are quick to throw a hello kitty plushie that's near you at her. obviously, she doesn't dodge it as she was busy on her phone, but laura throws it right back at you. unlike her, you dodge it, laughing when she sticks her tongue out at you.

you are about to continue bickering with her, but your phone ringing interrupts you.

"must be your lover girl," laura says when you pick up the device. you give her a nice middle finger before leaving out of the room. it is infact alessia on the other line. you smile right away when her soothing voice comes through the phone.

"are you ready? because i'm outside and really want to see you right now," the blonde says. you giggle at her words; alessia seems to talk with the motto of talk now, think later which you can't help but to find charming.

"i really want to see you too. i'm coming, gimme a sec," you say. the two of you stay on the phone for a few more minutes, then you hangup, going back into your bedroom to grab your wallet. before laura can even speak a word you say, "don't start. she's outside, so i have to go."

laura with her annoying playfulness speaks anyways, "whatever. have fun, lovebird."

you stick your tongue out at her, then grab your wallet. you turn around to see her sticking her tongue out right back at you.

"shut up. don't burn down my house while i'm gone!" you leave out of your bedroom and quickly make you way down the stairs then outside. you smile as your eyes land on alessia's mercedes. the english player gets out of the car, giving you a small wave as she smiles.

you smile back at her, walking down your stairs then over to her.

"hi lessi! you look stunning," you take in alessia's look for the day as you stop infront of her. she's wearing a simple pink sweatshirt and jeans that really make her legs look nice.

the blonde blushes at your compliment, her smile becoming brighter if that's even possible. "thanks. you look amazing too," she says. pushing some strands of her hair behind her ear out of nervousness.

"flatter-er," you chuckle before pulling her in for a quick hug. she wraps her arms around you, resting her head on your shoulder. it's a warm hug that lasts a few minutes until you pull away, making alessia whine.

you gesture to her car, "we should get going, yeah? we have ice cream to eat."

alessia lets out a soft oh, remembering that, oh yeah, this is a date. like the gentleman she is, alessia walks around the car to the passenger side and opens the door for you. your smile doesn't leave your lips as you go over to the side too, sliding into the passenger seat.

"thanks lessi."

"anything for a pretty girl," alessia smiles at you before closing the door. smiling seems to be the theme for today because you can't stop smiling even when alessia gets into the car. she buckles her seatbelt, then looks over at you, "need some help?"

you look down at yourself and realize you aren't wearing your seatbelt. quickly, you snap it in before replying, "no, i'm not a child." your tone holds no malice, more teasing than anything else. alessia shrugs before looking ahead, "wow sorry for being polite. i'll be ruder next time. nice girls always finish last."

you look at her, then burst out laughing. she laughs as well as she starts to drive.

"please never say that again," you say. alessia is quick to nod with a smile, "sorryy. don't know what got into me."

the conversation continues to flow as she drives. alessia looks great in the driver's seat. the focused look in her eyes almost makes you flush. the main perk of being the passenger is being able to stare at alessia with no other distractions. the tall woman notices you're staring a few times, a light blush coloring her cheeks every time she remembers you are in her car right now, admiring her.

it doesn't take long for you two to reach the ice cream shop. alessia parks behind a jeep with the ugliest shade of neon green you have ever seen (ew) then gets out of the car. coming over to the passenger side to open the door for you like earlier. again, you smile at her as a thanks as you get out.

"didn't know you were so charming, lessi," you say, linking arms with the striker as you two start to walk around the car to get to the pavement.

"yeah, been like that since birth i guess," she chuckles. grabbing the door handle to the shop when you two reach the door, opening it up to let you inside.

"i can open some doors too, you know." still, you go inside of the shop (which is thankfully empty expect for the cashier and whatever other staff is in the back), again smiling at alessia as a way of saying thank you. alessia smiles back as she walks in after you.

she links your arms again, "i know, but i'm the one who asked you out, so i think i should be treating you like a princess today."

"so what you're saying is if i ask you out, i can treat you like a princess?" you look at her, heart pounding. her words had made your heart flutter; how could one woman be so sweet?

alessia just shrugs, "maybee. that's a question for later."

you two go over to the counter. the various ice cream flavors have your eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy shop. ice cream has been your favorite since forever. you have had an ice cream cake for every single birthday since you were sick and always keep your fridge stocked with at least one tub of your favorite flavor of the month. to say your ice cream obsessed would be an understatement.

"what can i get for you two?" says the brunette behind the counter. your eyes look at the various flavors before answering, "mint chocolate for me, please."

alessia grimaces at your choice, obviously judging. "uh, i'll get cookies and cream. thanks."

"alright, sizes? cone or cup? any add-ons?" the brunette says. you two start to list off what you want for the ice cream with you getting a large with a waffle cone and alessia get a medium in a normal cone. alessia gives her name for the order and ends up paying for both ice creams like the gentleman she is.

"you didn't have to pay really," you say as the cashier moves from the counter to go make yall ice creams. alessia just shrugs with a smile on her lips, "told you.. i get to treat you like a princess today."

"yeah, thank you. you have been giving me true princess treatment this entire time.. expect for the fact you don't like mint chocolate."

"i like you, but the doesn't mean i have to like all of your choices. mint chocolate basically just tastes like toothpaste," alessia grimaces again. you nudge her with your shoulder, "it does not."

alessia shakes her head, "it so does."

before you can come back with defense of your beloved mint chocolate, the worker is back with you two's ice creams. both of you give a quick thanks before going to go sit at one of the tables in the small shop. it's right by the window with two seats on either side. of course in lesbian fashion, you move your chair from your side of the table to be closer to alessia who scoots her chair over a bit too, so now you two are sitting together in the middle of the table.

"sooo.." you say after getting some licks in on your ice cream, "how long have you liked me for?"

alessia looks a little surprised at the question, but answers anyways.

"uh.. for like four months now? i don't remember when i started liking you exactly. it just sorta snuck up on me," she says. there's a shy smile on her lips, and she continues to eat her ice cream to hide it.

you giggle, "same thing for me. i didn't know how or when, but i just knew i liked you one day."

the blonde smiles at you when she pulls away from her ice cream. it's warm and soft and so cute it almost makes you close the short distance between you two.

okay, slow down. it's the first date. there'll be time for that later. you think to yourself, but still, that urge sticks to your mind like gum.

"guess we're both idiots then?" alessia chuckles and you chuckle along with her.

"guess so," you shrug, then continue to eat your ice cream. the rest of the date goes like that with the two of you talking anything and everything while eating ice cream. alessia finishes first, bragging about it when the two of you leave the shop.

"-it's not my fault your tongue is slow!" alessia laughs while opening the passenger door for you. a small frown sits on your lips as you get inside.

you defend yourself when alessia gets in the car, saying, "my tongue is not slow. i just like to savor my food, unlike you, who just gobbles it all up in one go."

she scoffs, shaking her head, "i do not."

"you do too." both of you snap in your seatbelts, then the english player starts the drive back to your house. there isn't much conversation on the way back expect for the slight bickering when first getting into the car, but that's okay. it isn't complete silent as alessia lets you use the aux; you blast some partynextdoor and sza on the entire way back. shutting the music off once alessia parks infront of your house.

"we should listen to some country music on our next date," alessia says, looking over at you.

you grimace then shake your head, "country music? c'monnn, lessi. that's barely listenable."

alessia fake gasps, "what? don't let leah hear you say that."

"it's the truth!"

"no, you just don't get it!"

"yeah whatever," you roll your eyes playfully before laughing.

alessia laughs too, smiling as she says, "anyways.. our next date? let me take you out again?"

you smile back at her as you say, "not until you let me take you out."

"that can be arranged," alessia's heart is pounding in her chest, and her mind feels like it's spinning because you actually want to continue this connection. this date went so well, so she's already hyping up the next in her head.

you lean over the middle console to pull alessia into a short hug. she hugs you back, again resting her head on your shoulder. when she pulls away, you're both smiling.

"text you the details?" you say.

"yeah, okay. text me the details," alessia says back.

and with that, you get out of the car. your smile permanently ingrained on your lips as you walk up to your house. when you reach your front door, you turn to give alessia one last wave. the blonde waves back, a smile on her lips.

she pulls off when you go into your house. not even a moment after you take off your shoes, laura comes out of your living room.

"did you get a kiss from lover girl?" she teases.

"dear god, shut up!"

author notes: this feels like the easiest thing i have ever wrote 😭😭 and also very adorable. thanks for reading guys 💗

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[paradiseprincesss]

grave | jonathan crane

i wanted to write something a little more on the "romantic" smut side lol. anyway, i will start to post the song drabbles/requests tmr if i have time. ok that's all!

summary: you decide to show jonathan how much you love every part of him, including the parts of himself that he hates.

warnings: smut, p in v, oral (m!receiving), mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of depression (sort of?) MDNI 18+ ONLY

word count: 2.1k

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jonathan vowed that he’d never believe in a higher power so long as he lived — he could thank his childhood woven with religious trauma for that. 

but theoretically, if he was to believe in a celestial being, his first answer would be you. 

in his eyes, you were a goddess walking amongst the rest of the people on this earth. every detail about you had jonathan ready to sacrifice his sanity — he couldn’t wrap his head around how you of all people could possibly love him. 

you were like the glue that held his tattered heart together as a whole.

when you found out about scarecrow, he was certain you would run for the hills. abandon him and vanish without a trace — leave him with a broken heart, watch him drown as his feelings swallowed him whole, but you stayed.

he’d suffer in silence, paranoia eating him alive as he tried to keep the ugly part of him far, far away from you but it seemed you didn’t find the alterego of scarecrow ugly at all. in fact, you found it rather wonderful how passionate he was about fear.

fear is a fascinating thing, isn’t it?

even the ones who have an utmost control over their phobias have a fear of something deep down, and jonathan’s was losing you. he was well known to those around him as calculated, cold, and even cynical, but to you, he was an absolute angel. 

“tough day at work?” you asked softly, looking up from your phone as you heard him sigh, swinging the front door open. “i made dinner for you, honey.”

as jonathan tossed his suit jacket onto the couch, he stopped and looked at you — ethereal, that’s what you were. after a hard day of work, he was blessed to come home to you. someone who cared about him so deeply despite his flaws and rigid edges. 

someone who loved him despite how much he hated himself — not everyone is that lucky, he thought.

“yes — thank you, my darling.” he said softly, placing a fleeting kiss on your head as he made his way to the kitchen. 

later on in the evening, after dinner, you joined jonathan in bed after a long shower. he admired you as he looked up from his book, taking in the heavenly body getting snug into bed beside him. 

he sighed as he watched you run your manicured hand through your freshly dried hair, the strap of your silk nightie slipping off your shoulder slightly. you looked over at him, smiling sweetly as you crawled into his lap and put his book down on the bedside table. 

every time jonathan felt like he was hard to love, he reminded himself that if he was really as bad as they made him out to be — he wouldn’t have you. 

my, you made his life — he’d be just fine if his blood stopped flowing. at least he had the privilege of loving you and that was enough for him to die happy. 

“you’ve been working a lot.” you said softly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. the small action made jonathan’s heart flutter — since when did he become so soft? “i’m proud of you and everything you do.” 

it almost felt like jonathan’s heart had been shocked with a defibrillator in that very moment — like he was alive again. every word you said, he hung onto. you were the one person who believed in him; who loved him for who he was. 

“you make me so happy.” jonathan confessed, trailing his hands on your skin as he looked at your hand — and the ring on your finger. a symbol of a forever commitment, a love that was everlasting. “my darling wife.” 

“you look tired,” you noticed as you placed a kiss on his cheek, “have you been sleeping enough lately?”

“no, i haven’t.” jonathan said with a deep exhale, his blue eyes piercing right through your soul. “work is exhausting me, and the shipments from falcone…”

“i know,” you whispered, brushing your thumb across his cheek lovingly, “i love you.”

and though all things work and scarecrow related were slowly draining the light from jonathan, as long as he had your arms around him, he knew he’d come out unscathed. he'd never been this happy —  never felt so alive. 

his earliest childhood memories were filled with trauma, but it was almost like you made him forget what suffering felt like. jonathan would go through a lifetime of pain if it meant he could keep you here, in his arms, forever.

“i’m always going to be here, forever by your side, jonathan.” you reminded him softly, watching as his icy eyes started to water slightly. 

because without you, there was no jonathan. just “doctor crane” and “scarecrow” but no jonathan. if he didn’t have you, then just bury him — death would be easier. 

even though his dreams were violent, plaguing him nightly, and work made him feel like his mind was about to split — he clung onto his sanity because of you. every disgusting part of himself that he absolutely loathed, you adored. you saw to the depths of his soul.

perhaps if it wasn’t for you, he’d be in the grave by now. six feet under without someone to walk through the pains of growing with him.

“i love you, too.” jonathan said softly, his voice dripping in adornment and vulnerability. “i’d be so lost without you.” 

his hands reached up to the strap of your slip, already hanging off your shoulder, as he pushed it off completely. he did the same to the other side, delicately unwrapping you like a priceless gift. 

you put up no fight, letting him do as he pleased. it was like being in the presence of an angel everytime jonathan was near you, let alone touching you. you were his deep end, the part of him that kept him breathing. 

“wait,” you whispered, causing jonathan to pause as a look of confusion flashed over his features, “i want to try something different.” 

jonathan nodded, letting you take the reins. something was certainly in the air tonight. you crawled off his lap, and instead, got comfortable between his legs. you reached your delicate hand up to the waistband of his pyjama pants, looking up at him for silent approval. 

usually, jonathan was in charge when it came to the bedroom, but it felt right to let you lead. most of the time, the sex was leaning towards the rough side, but like i said, the atmosphere was a polar opposite of what it usually was tonight. 

“i need you,” jonathan urged, “just touch me, please—”

you tugged down his pyjama pants gently, and his hard cock sprung out. he was painfully hard from the moment you’d straddled his lap earlier — it was like everything you did had an effect on him, no matter how simple the action was. 

gently, you wrap your hand around his cock, stroking him gently before you place your lips on the tip. jonathan let out a choked moan as you took him into your warm, wet mouth, bobbing your head up and down his length as you stroked him. 

you swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, effortlessly causing him to become weak as he let out a mixture of moans and quiet, held back whimpers. 

“darling,” he breathed out, “feels so good, fuck—”

you hummed around his length, playing with his balls gently as you continued to suck his cock. gently, you pushed your head down as far as you could, gagging around him as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. jonathan let out the loudest moan yet, bucking his hips up gently. 

“yes,” he groaned, “you’re so good at this, doll.” 

the praise kept you going, your eyes watering as you continued to take his cock down your throat like the good girl you were. as your lips stayed wrapped around him, his hands reached for your hair, tangled in it as he pulled it gently. 

as soon as you felt him tense up, you took his length out of your mouth with a pop. as much as you loved having him cum down your throat, you wanted to feel him fill your insides with it instead. once you looked back over at jonathan, his eyes were wide and he looked like he was in pure awe at you.

he was — how could you look so angelic doing the naughtiest of things? 

slowly, you took the nightie off of you, slipping it over your head as his pale blue eyes darted all over your body. every inch of you was designed for jonathan, handmade for him and his love. you kept your eyes focused on him, making sure he was watching you watching him. 

once you were clothesless, you crawled over onto his lap again, straddling him as you lined the tip of his leaking cock with your drooling cunt. the room was quiet, the only sounds to be heard was the rain hitting the windows outside. but alas, it was the most romantic, peaceful atmosphere you’d been in.

slowly, you sunk down onto his thick cock, throwing your head back as you felt fuller and fuller by the second. jonathan let out a breathy moan, and you whimpered as he stretched you out fully. once your ass was flush against his hips, you started to move.

“so good, jonathan.” you mewled out, the feeling of his cock ramming into your tight, wet hole making you dizzy. “y-your cock feels s-so fucking good!”

“so tight, baby, my god—” jonathan praised, his hands gripping onto your hips as he watched your tits bounce with every movement you made. “so good to me, darling. just look at you.”

you continued to bounce on his thick cock, his tip pounding into your cervix with each up and down movement you made. you could feel your slick leaking all over his cock, coating the base with your arousal. 

“a-ah— yes, yes!” you chant, your mind going blank as you start to tip over the edge. you leaned down to pepper his neck with kisses, and jonathan’s grip on you tightened as he started to buck his hips into you. 

the feeling of his fat cock drilling into your tight cunt had you at a loss for words, the only sounds coming out of your mouth being choked moans and unintelligible whimpers. you kept your face buried in his neck for a moment before kissing down his jaw, all the way down to his collarbones. 

jonathan’s breath hitched as he felt your lips touch his scars. they were littered all down his collarbones and shoulders. deliberately, you placed open mouthed kisses down each one, sending a silent message to jonathan — i love every part of you. 

he could barely focus on bucking his hips into your cunt, so tight and so warm, let alone the feeling of your lips trailing down his neck and collarbones. it felt sacred — the way you kissed every part of him that held a traumatic memory, the scars that he loathed to look at in the mirror.

yet here you were, appreciating every part of him, down to what he deemed the worst parts of himself. 

suddenly, he heard you gasping and felt you clawing at his biceps and shoulders, your dripping hole fluttering around his cock. 

“are you, fuck — about to cum, darling?” he asked through heavy breathes, feeling you bouncing on him as he bucked into you. 

“m-mhm.” you hummed, delirious as his cock turned you dumb. “r–ight there!”

“fuck, i’m close,” jonathan warned, “beg me to fill you, darling.”

“i-i need it!” you wailed, throwing your head back as you gave jonathan a little show, drenching his length. “fu-fuck! fill me, p-lease!”

your begging worked (of course it would) because as soon as the words left the tip of your tongue, he was holding your hips still with an iron grip as he spilled his warm, sticky seed into your tight, wet hole. 

the room went quiet as both of you tried to catch your breaths, clinging onto one another as if the other would somehow dissipate into mirage. you felt jonathan’s calloused, warm hands hold you tighter — closer — as you basked in the love that lingered in the air.

it feels good to be loved, doesn’t it?

“jonathan?” you whispered, still straddling him. “don’t go to work tomorrow — stay home. let me take care of you.”

“i already cancelled my day during dinner,” he said, his voice soft, “please, just let me hold you.” 

you sighed blissfully, letting your lover wrap his arms around you as you stayed on top of him for the moment being. “always,” you nod, “...are you okay?” 

“now that i’m with you — yes.” 

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[lsuyia]

PERIOD SEX WITH SATORU

basically gojo head cannons since they easy and i rlly needa come out with more ideas n shit. tysm for all the support on my fics you guys!!!

also lmk if i should actually make this into a full ass fic

At first this man would TEASE the shit out of you for even thinking of doing it with him.

(i mean its gojo of course)

He would tease you to the point where at this point you wouldnt even want to do it anymore.

but when come home from work looking for him, hes already got the towel laid out and boxes of pads, tampons, you name it he had it on the bed

At first you were hesitant since the whole idea seemed kinda of nasty but since he wouldnt stop pestering you about it you decided to finally fufill your fantasy and try.

WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MAN IS GOING FUCKING HAM ON YOU

since your period makes you overly sensitive he was enjoying ever last whimper and moan you made.

“We should do this more often~” he says with a giggle slamming inside you— hitting your g spot with every damn thrust.

I mean at this point the towel was literally done for, gojo’s precum splattered around it with mixes of period blood and random ass stains.

He was enjoying this too much

THE AFTERCARE WAS CRAZYYY

usually after you two had sex or whatevs you would take a shower

but not this day😩

satoru is literally cleaning up after you, checking for any stains on the bed, changing the sheets, giving you a whole WARM BUBBLE BATH??!

that literally shows how much he cares for youu!

“You did so good f’me sweetheart.”

“You hungry?”

“wanna cuddle?”

he seems like the type to get you those big ass pads that go to your ass and you feel like people can see it.

“toru, i feel like my pad is showing can you check?” You said making a smooth turn around as you walked beside him walking inside the mall holding hands.

“no baby, its nothing there.” He said softly before giving you a small tap on your ass earning an annoyed look from you.

You would be like extra tired and he’ll be so excited for no reason asking you are you on your period just so he can fuck you again..

then when you say no he will have a fucking fit.

“are you sure?” he said rubbing your tummy while his growing erection pressed against your ass as you groaned in annoyance at how he was acting

but frfr satoru just loves you on your period❤️‍🩹

A/N- YALL IM SO SORRY THIS WAS KINDA SHORT IM RLLY SLEEPLY BUT NEW FIC COMING OUT TMR OR THE DAY AFTER TMR

ILYALLLZ🔥🔥

[saintsenara]

you said “the eleven-year-old riddle, for example, is written in a way which suggests he has an accent and uses words and expression which would be understood as working class”. Can you elaborate on what you mean? I love your meta btw. You are brilliant

thank you for two tmr-related follow-up questions to the slughorn/snape bonanza meta, anons!

[and thank you for calling me "brilliant", anon no. 1. picture me kicking my little feet in the air and chirping like a cat which has just seen a bird outside.]

how is the eleven-year-old riddle shown to be common as muck?

besides the fact he lives in an orphanage.

it's things like this:

“You can’t kid me! The asylum, that’s where you’re from, isn’t it? ‘Professor,’ yes, of course — well, I’m not going, see? That old cat’s the one who should be in the asylum. I never did anything to little Amy Benson or Dennis Bishop, and you can ask them, they’ll tell you!”

while none of this is in a demonstrably non-standard dialect of british english [i.e. riddle doesn't use contractions like "ain't" or "innit", or say "i never did nothing to little amy benson..."] it's definitely a way of phrasing his speech - especially when coupled with the fact that this quote reads like he's speaking really quickly, and he's described as looking "furious" - which would be considered uncouth, especially in the 1930s. [not big fans of emotional volatility, the posh].

his refusal to speak deferentially to dumbledore - and the fact that when he's eventually induced to call him sir he is described as being "unrecognisably polite" - is a similar indication that he doesn't exist as a child in the sort of context where he's forced to perform more refined manners in order to get what he wants.

[the sixteen-year-old riddle is considerably more obsequious, because he recognises that the way to get things out of e.g. slughorn is to comport himself like his upper-class peers.]

and he also - which is iconic of him - calls mrs cole a bitch here. "cat" is a slang term for a gossipy or meddling woman - and while it doesn't quite have the full heft of "bitch" [you find it used with impunity by middle-class women in pretty much every piece of literature written pre-1950...], it's incredibly rude for a child to say it to a stranger who he assumes is a doctor.

riddle does also use non-standard english - for example, when he says of dumbledore's wand:

“Where can I get one of them?”

[the correct form would be "one of those".]

it's this which really hammers home - beyond the ways in which it can be inferred from the context of the setting and the scansion of his [and mrs cole's, they speak fairly similarly] speech - that he has a london accent which would be understood, especially when combined with his second-hand possessions and his general rowdiness, as working-class by the sort of people who otherwise seem to end up in slytherin.

exactly what accent this would be depends on where we think the orphanage is. the closest we come to locating it in canon is that riddle buys [or, let's be real, steals] his diary from a shop on "vauxhall road". this isn't a real place, but vauxhall is an area of south london.

but most people - including me - usually place it in east london [i like, as i've said elsewhere, to put it on dorset street in spitalfields, which is the site of one of jack the ripper's most brutal murders]. this would have him born within the sound of bow bells, meaning he'd have every right to call himself a cockney and would undoubtedly speak with a cockney accent.

the south london and east london accents are recognisably distinct from one another [and from north and west london accents], but they would both be understood as common in the time period, when both anyone born into an upper-class or upper-middle-class background and anyone who aspired to be thought of as having done so would speak with [something as close as they could to] received pronunciation.

why do i think slughorn remains chill until after riddle refuses his job offers?

riddle's conversation with slughorn about horcruxes happens at some point in his sixth year - the academic year 1943-1944. we know this because he's a prefect - but not yet head boy, because he's killed his father [his second victim - the riddles are killed in the summer of 1943, after myrtle is killed at the end of the 1942-1943 school year], and because it just makes sense from a narrative standpoint for this pivotal moment in his life to take place at the same time harry's own life is transforming.

my presumption is that the chat happens during the first term, and that riddle doesn't actually create the diary horcrux until afterwards - so let's say the conversation happens c. november 1943 [when riddle would still be sixteen - the age the diary tells us he is]. slughorn then spends a full eighteen months continuing to support and favour him - advocating for him to be head boy, attempting to set him up in prestigious jobs, presumably being willing to support his application to teach defence against the dark arts - after he's aware that he's not opposed to a bit of splitting the soul.

i don't imagine for a second slughorn would ever have turned him in - he is, after all, fundamentally a coward, and he's clearly worried that he'd get in trouble himself for discussing horcruxes with a pupil - but if he were properly troubled by the discussion i think his behaviour would resemble how he treats harry while he's trying to collect the memory: unfailingly polite and unflappably jolly, but still mysteriously unable to be cornered alone.

and - actually - i think this is the specific source of slughorn's shame over the incident, and it's why i really don't like the memory acquisition scene - "you have no idea how frightening he was" - in the half-blood prince film. slughorn is clearly rattled by the conversation, but he then seems to manage to convince himself that everything's fine and riddle was just being a teen show-off with a morbid streak.

[and the adult voldemort - for his part - evidently has no suspicion at all that slughorn took the conversation seriously enough to waver in his cowardice and admit what he'd told him.]

but riddle refusing to accept his help in securing a job - and, therefore, refusing to enter into the sort of patron-client relationship slughorn canonically establishes with pupils from non-elite backgrounds - is riddle indicating that he refuses to be restrained by the norms of wizarding society.

it's a big "fuck you" to slughorn from the perspective of social convention notwithstanding the other context - a presumed-to-be-muggleborn orphan asserting that he can make it in the world on his own terms without tugging his forelock to the pureblood elite - but it's also evidence that he has no intention of finding himself in a situation where slughorn can control him personally.

it means that slughorn finds himself in a position in which he can't dangle the threat of reporting him to the aurors for [conspiracy to commit] murder/taking an interest in dark magic we can presume is illegal unless riddle does something he wants. and it makes it impossible for slughorn to continue convincing himself their conversation was purely macabre curiosity.

slughorn can convince himself that the eighteen-year-old riddle - the polite and brilliant head boy who undoubtedly continued to attend slug club meetings without incident in the period 1943-1945 [since him being barred from such occasions would have tipped him off that slughorn was worried] - can still be treated in a way which has served him well since he started teaching, and can have his... odder aspects constrained by the pressure of wizarding social convention.

the twenty-year-old riddle - on his own in his knockturn alley shop, with its dark reputation, and apparently uninterested in settling down nicely under the thumb of a respectable patron - cannot be.

and slughorn is terrified of this - and the repercussions it has the potential to bring upon him - but he's also going to be offended by it -and i think it's really interesting to skewer his canonical dislike of being associated with death eaters a little by playing with that offence: i.e. that he's not only unimpressed because lucius malfoy's in azkaban, but because of the whole bending-and-scraping-and-saying-my-lord act.

[haleyhunwritess]

OKAY have you heard of letting someone cry themselves to sleep if theyre having sleep problems and can't sleep without their caregiver😅😅? Would you be willing to write something like that for little!reader with daddy!stucky? Maybe they had a nightmare and cant sleep by themselves so steve wants to try this but bucky doesn't want to? idk if that makes sense hahaha

𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

warnings: FLUFF, mentions of nightmare and sleep problems, daddy!stucky x little!reader

a/n: I AM SO SOFT FOR THIS, I'm struggling to finish my assignment that's due tmr morning so I wanted to work on something else to get my mind off it, and what is better than stucky taking care of little!reader hahah

Ever since you had a nightmare a few weeks ago, you refused to go to sleep unless either Bucky or Steve were with you. For a few days, Steve was by your side whenever you asked him to cuddle you during nap time or bedtime. It was a good thing that their work schedule was so flexible that they could work from home sometimes and be there to take care of you. However, Steve soon realized that if they continue to do this then you would never be able to go to sleep by yourself.

Steve decided that they would start by only cuddling with you during bedtime, but for nap time they would leave after tucking you in, and if they were weren't home then you'd have to get yourself ready for nap time. Of course, Bucky didn't agree with this. He found it impossible to just let you cry it out until you fell asleep. Steve eventually convinced him by telling him they need to be sure you can take care of yourself if they ever have to leave you alone for a few days because of work or an emergency.

After a week or so, Steve noticed that whenever they weren't working from home, Bucky would always go home for lunch and then come back after an hour or so. At first, Steve thought that maybe Bucky was just checking up on you. However, he decided to check up on Bucky one day and caught him cuddling you during nap time. You were asleep and didn't need Bucky there but he wanted to stay just in case you woke up. He didn't even notice Steve until he called his name.

He groaned, getting out of bed and walking into the hallway to talk to Steve, "Look I know-"

"Bucky, I already told you she needs this."

"But what if she has a nightmare? Or what if she's hurt? Maybe it's not such a bad idea that one of us is here all the time." He shrugged, looking down at the ground.

"We're not having this discussion again." Steve mumbled, dragging him downstairs to drive him back to work.

Once they returned to work, Steve felt good about their talk on the way there. He made some good points that they need to be sure you can take care of yourself in case they're not around. He also pointed out that this might help you get over the nightmare, and perhaps get over your fear of sleeping by yourself. Bucky nodded along and agreed that those were all good points. Steve was proud of him. He didn't think Bucky would agree to this so quickly.

Steve decided that maybe they would go home early today, so he stopped by Bucky's office to get him, he wasn't there. His stuff wasn't there so maybe he already left but he never leaves without telling him so that was a bit odd. He tried to call Bucky but he didn't pick up. He decided maybe he should go home to check if he's already there.

When he got home, he noticed both you and Bucky watching a movie on the couch. You were lying down on top of him, all snuggled up while he had his arms wrapped around you. Bucky groaned as he noticed Steve standing in the living room next to them.

"Oh for God's sake Bucky, we just talked about this!" Steve exclaimed, as he picked you up.

Bucky quickly sat up and tried to explain himself, "No no it's okay, she couldn't sleep so we're just watching a movie until she feels sleepy again."

"Bucky we talked about this..." Steve carefully put you down on the ground before bending down next to you, "Hey bubba I think I saw Ellie Bunny sitting at the table by herself, why don't you go grab her for naptime, huh?"

You quickly smiled and nodded, running over to the table to grab your beloved plushie.

Steve sat down on the couch next to Bucky, groaning, "Look we can't keep doing this. She needs this."

"I can't help it, if I hear her crying I'm gonna go make sure she's okay." Bucky said, getting up from the couch to turn the TV off.

"I know you only wanna comfort her, and these mama bear instincts are adorable," Bucky opened his mouth to interrupt as soon as he heard the words 'mama bear instincts' but Steve continued "but she needs to be able to sleep by herself. She'll never be able to do that if you just keep coddling her. You think it doesn't break my heart to hear her cry and not go to her?"

"I-"

"This is for her own good, okay?" Steve sighed, getting up from the couch to help you get tucked back in for nap time.

After dinner, Steve decided that since you had Bucky next to you for nap time, maybe they could try to have you sleep on your own during bedtime. Bucky flat out refused as soon as heard the idea but Steve wouldn't budge.

Eventually, you tired yourself out from all the crying and fell asleep. Bucky decided that if he heard you crying at any point during the night then he'll bring you back to bed. Steve told him that that wouldn't be necessary.

In the middle of the night, Bucky reached over to Steve's side but found it empty. He quickly got up and walked over to your room. He quietly chuckled to himself when he noticed Steve next to you, humming softly and brushing his fingers through your hair. Steve groaned lightly as he noticed Bucky,

"What happened to-"

"Not a word. We'll discuss it tomorrow, go back to bed."

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[natriae]

little headcanons for my babygirl since very few people write abt him 😭😭

Ushijima Wakatoshi

as someone who has family trauma and is autistic THIS MAN HAS BOTH OF THOSE

he's not stupid but definitely just a little slow at comprehension

He definitely started going to therapy in highschool but very limited people know that

HE'S A GREAT LISTENER (he's not every good at advice but he will remember somehting his therapist said and share that)

He gets nervous on trains cuz he doesnt want to make any of them women uncomfortable, and he will make it his duty to protect all the women on the train

in addition to the last one when its late at night he tries to seem less intimidating so people aren't scared of him like one time he was in the USA for a game and him an kags went out for a drink and he saw some girls whispering and speeding up so naturally he freaked out and in broken english tried to tell them "i wont hurt you"

he's honestly a little teddy bear

he gives rlly good hugs without knowing it

Bf! Wakatoshi makes it very clear to you that you are the only one for him and literally doesn't get the hint when another girl is flirting with him

he's a rlly good dad!!! gives his sons dolls and kitchen supplies to play with cuz he want his sons to know that it doesnt make them less masculine

idk why but i have a strong feeling he has a daughter who transitions (who also plays volleyball) he's an advid supporter of trans rights especially in sports

speaking of the LGBTQ+ community after tendou went to france he began telling Wakatoshi abt all the people he met and it took waka a bit of time to understand the LGBTQ+ community but from the start he always liked that they supported loving who ever you want (that is very important to him)

when he first got into a relationship he was rlly worried he wouldn't be enough (oh how he was wrong 🥲🥲)

he definitely will call out of practice if he notices even the smallest difference in you. you smiled 0.6 seconds less then you did the day before he's calling rn. You said the day felt off well it won't anymore cuz wakatoshi is on his way home. You had a bad day at work, well wakatoshi already planned a picnic for tmr (he just loves you so much)

yall met cuz he accidentally bumped into you...twice but you were lowkey mad at him cuz he never apologized but once he got more comfortable with you he explained that he was rlly nervous and literally got on the floor to apologize

one time you told him he was being to rude and standoffish to hinata and he genuinely didnt realize and and texted him to apologize..hinata was also confused but wakatoshi confirmed his suspisions when he texted that his wife told him

some little headcanons for now ant my babyboy

[toastsnaffler]

got some demeter fragrance samples (dirt & earthworm) and its driving me insane how fucking good they smell i wasnt actually expecting them to be this much like rich soil

[mochamvgz]

he accepted it??

you're worried when your boyfriend abruptly goes m.i.a. but what he actually did was something you had never expected of him

lee heeseung x reader

genre: betrayal

warnings: betrayal, slight profanity ; 0.38k words

perm taglist: @inkelea @yuerki

inspo: https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cuce_E-I7Y8/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

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you sigh, frustrated, running a hand through your hair as the call went to voicemail yet again

your boyfriend, heeseung was supposed to pick you up after your dinner with your friends. so where the hell was he?? he's never late...

it was also out of character for him to miss your calls and not call back within 5 mins. is he okay?? did something happen to him?? no you're just being paranoid...he has to be okay right?

you try to stay level-headed which is harder than it should be and try to return to the matter at hand, how are you going to get home?

sure you could walk but it's pouring, so you call an uber

··•··

"hee?"

the first thing you do upon unlocking the door to your shared appartment is call out his name

no response

maybe he had a long day at work and fell asleep

you remove your heels and put them away in the tidily in the shoe rack

you look around in the living room in case he was lying asleep on the couch. he wasn't

after not finding him in the bedroom or bathroom you look around the appartment once again, more thoroughly this time

he must've gotten held up at work

but he would've texted you to let you know right?

you try to keep the worrying thoughts at bay as you got ready for bed

you rang him one last time before going to sleep, voicemail again

··•··

it's been 3 days and there's been no sign of heeseung

you're stirring your coffee while trying to focus on your work

just then you get a call

it isn't your boyfriend, it's your step-father

oh god you hate that man, however you have no choice but to pick up

"what do you want?"

"is that any way to greet your father now (name)?"

"step father" you're quick to correct him

a sigh is heard from the other end of the line

"anyways, how's life without your boyfriend?"

your stomach sinks... there's no way

he's just playing mind games with you...right?

"what did you do?" your voice a mix of frustration and desperation

"the lad was practically drooling when i named the amount" the statement is followed by wheeze from him

"you offered him a fucking payout??"

and he accepted it...

··•··

a/n: to make up for being mia recently. also I was just formatting this and I got a notif saying i got accepted into k-films??? the timing??? is this a sign my flop era is coming to an end? 🤞🤞hopefully this means my exam tmr will go well too

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[icyhottodo]

... you're sick | reo mikage

genre: comfort, fluff, a bit of angst ig? | paring: reo x gn reader

summary: reo finds out that you're sick. 

warnings: reader is sick, reader faints once, reader tries to avoid reo but it doesn't work, a bit of unsanitary stuff lol

wc: 1.1k

nini’s notes: i know koreans celebrate anniversaries by 100 days, but im not sure about japanese. this was extremely self-indulgent bc im sick rn ( ;´ - `;) also, im sorry if this was bad, i’ll proofread it when i get better. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

allergy season. you hate it. waking up in the middle of the night feeling like you couldn’t breathe and sneezing constantly. instantly, you knew that you were going to become sick in the upcoming days. after you blew your nose into a napkin that you took, you sighed, remembering the date you and reo had planned weeks before this. along with that, you two were in a fairly new relationship, so this was your first time being sick, worried how reo would react to this.

how are you going to tell reo about this? a headache started to form quickly. slowly, but surely, you grabbed your phone to text reo that you sadly wouldn’t be able to meet up with him tomorrow.

(y/n): reo, smth came up

(y/n): i can't go on that date tmr 

(y/n): sorry reo

sniffling because of your nose, you put the phone back on the bedside table. ignoring the persistent buzzing on your phone and the headache pounding even more, trying to force yourself to sleep. you felt bad for suddenly canceling the date with reo, the date planned was supposed to be cute. you two were supposed to be going to an amusement park for your 100th-day anniversary, and reo told you there would be surprises later on that day.

a few minutes later, after being unable to sleep, you could hear keys jingling along with some ruffling of plastic bags outside your door. thinking that the noise was your neighbor trying to open their home, you didn't pay any mind to it until you heard your door unlock. but you were so drowsy and dizzy that you weren’t able to do anything or even process it. you start to pull yourself up from your bed to see who it is.

"love?" was that reo’s voice? the voice, whom you thought was reo, sounded so distant, and with the white noise in your ear, you couldn’t tell it was your boyfriend. with each step you take, you become more lightheaded. the white noise was getting louder and louder. until you blacked out.

you could hear reo’s muffled, yet still panicked voice saying something along the lines of the nickname reo has given you until he said your actual full name. as he dropped some plastic bags onto the floor, shaking you, and calling your name continuously.

when you come to, you feel the comfort of your bed. you were sluggishly turning your head to the side, and you saw your purple-headed boyfriend running his hand through your scalp. next to him were the plastic bags you noticed before you blacked out. you wondered what they could be.

"love!" reo exclaimed, causing you to turn your eyes back to the man you love dearly. you can hear the relief in his tone. "you could've told me that you were feeling sick. you were burning up when i reached for you!"

"sorry reo. i didn’t want to get you sick. plus, i don’t want you to go out of your way to take care of me." you felt guilty; if reo stays here to take care of you, he might gain from your illness. and you wouldn't want reo to be in pain like you were feeling at the moment.

"well, i’m not going anywhere. i would be a bad boyfriend if i let you suffer alone." reo winked at you as he got under the covers with you. you rolled your eyes at reo’s flirtatious action. "plus, you would take care of me when i got sick, right?"

"of course, reo." you wrap your arms around your boyfriend, who feels extremely cold to you. your boyfriend’s presence makes you sleepier and sleepier until dreamland reaches you. reo’s hand is still running smoothly through your scalp.

you would wake up because of reo’s movements a few hours later. he was trying to get out of bed. your hold on reo becomes slightly tighter. "mm, i don't want to let you go, reo."

"love. last night, i got you your favorite soup because i thought you were sad about something. until you fainted. you need to eat something. let me warm it up, then i’ll be right back." he said grabbing the plastic bag you were wondering about a bit ago.

you would let him go after a few more persuasions, and he would return a few minutes later with a steaming hot bowl of your favorite soup, placing it on the bedside table. reo sits down and puts the bowl on his lap before grabbing a spoonful of the soup and placing his hand under the spoon so the liquid wouldn't drop onto the bed. "says aaa."

"you don't need to feed me, reo." you giggle, from your boyfriend. nonetheless, opening your mouth for reo to spoon-feed you, knowing that reo would deny any other way for you to eat.

after an endless amount of being fed the soup, there was finally nothing left. you felt full, but your stomach felt warm from the warm soup. he also gave you some medicine after setting the now-empty bowl away. (he ordered it while you were asleep, knowing that you wouldn't let him get out of bed.)

"thank you, reo, for taking care of me," you mumble sleepily once again, leaning onto reo’s chest like a cat. being sick makes you sleepy, reo noted.

"of course, my love. anything for you," he said lovingly, before falling asleep with you on his body. it was uncomfortable for him to be sleeping while sitting up, but he didn’t want to move you. like if you were a pet that fell asleep on him.

the next day, you woke up feeling a lot better than the day before, but still feeling a bit stuffy. but not pass-out worthy.

‘achoo.’ you heard reo sneeze from where he was sleeping.

"reo…  you're sick."

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any Vernon bf thoughts? :) just read your other HHU headcanons and noticed he wasnt there yet...

damn so i have feelings for this guy. good to know good to know

one of the biggest things about vern is that he's chill asf. we all know this. but i think it'd travel into his relationship

genuinely just happy to be here bro. doesn't get weird about things -- respects and loves you and asks that you do the same, and that's kind of it for him

not suuuper big on pda, but will honestly kinda let you do whatever with him if you like pda LOL. probably won't initiate a lot but will definitely indulge if you do; feel like he def has limits but as long as you both feel comfortable

in private however ... i see him being a bit more touchy. just a lot more comfortable with initiating it. he'll usually put his arm around your shoulders or just grab for your hand, a few little kisses here and there

doesn't have an organized playlist for you but definitely has a list of songs that remind him of you

BIGGGG fan of movie nights and watching stuff with you; if theres a movie coming out soon that he wants to see he'll get tix for the theater and make a lil date out of it. or if theres one that you guys just want to watch at home, he's so down for cuddling up on the couch while it plays

you steal his shirts and hes like "cmon :/ i paid for that :/" LMAO but he'll never ask for them back

the idea of vernon in a kitchen um. kind of scares me. so while he doesnt cook without your supervision, he'll show his appreciation by cleaning up after you're done cooking... or you'll end up with take out lol

is so interested in hobbies you have. loves to see your works when you're done with them, if you feel comfortable showing him -- hypes you up in his own gentle way

i think when he's on tour or just away from you he'll send you pictures or videos of what he's doing... usually no caption. but it's sweet to know he's thinking about you

if you ask, he'll tell you all about the stuff he's currently working on. but like.. not in a way that will give you hints HAHA he's very meticulous about it, he wants it to be a surprise for you. when you asked him about black eye he was like "yeah the production was so fun to work on, the lyrics too. it's something i'm really proud of" and you're like Awe. but then you're like Let Me Hear It and hes like No

idek if he has his license (leaning towards no) but if you guys both happen to be free on a night, esp if you haven't seen each other in a while, hes always down for driving around and talking and sharing music. absolutely

making plans with him is soooo easy. will text you and be like "your place tonight? tacos? 6 pm?" and if it doesn't work hes just like "alright, tmr then."

doesn't Surprise visit you at work but he'll text u and be like "coming by" LOL. loves taking your break with you when hes able to

silently insists on paying for you anywhere at anytime for anything. will never really Fight you on it but you know better then to try atp. BUT HE ALWAYS IS LIKE "guess i'm paying again..." and you're like "i can do it" and he's like "absolutely not. put your card away."

we all know his gifts end up being So late but they're always very thoughtful and you know he tried with them, which is what matters most

u guys have matching bracelets i don't make the rules.

the more romantic songs he's written... some are definitely about you. you never have to ask, and vernon never says anything -- the songs speak for themselves, and you think you'd both know anyways.

pretends he doesn't know any of your frequented drink or food orders when you guys are together but then somehow remembers them perfectly when he gets takeout alone for the both of you

probably steals stuff of yours, like your bigger hoodies or shirts. will ask to borrow jewelry on occasion too

if he's having a rough time writing or getting a song started or just getting stuck on a certain part he'll always invite you to the studio. claims it helps. you think he just misses you

vernon are you free tonight around 6 pm i am available tonight at 6 pm if you are free at 6 pm tonight i am also free at 6pm if you're free at 6pm tonight we can do something together if we are both free tonight at 6pm.