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hopiiiie · 3 years

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Oml, I read your other fics and- *chefs kiss* Would it be possible to make one w/ Sukuna? Just breaking the absolute brat--

what brats get

warnings: sugarbaby!sukuna, sub!sukuna, dom!reader, fem!reader, finger fucking in a bathroom, a lil bit of mommykink

word count: 4.5k

summary: Sukuna, your sugar baby, thought it’s a great idea to act like a brat but when he felt your fingers down his throat, he knew he shouldn’t have.

note: i think i have a thing with hands and fingers. i remember liking a person back in highschool just bc of their hands lmao

i don’t know how this reached 4.5k words. i had a hard time writing this. i did so many drafts, i kept getting stuck at the intro and at how this should go. also experienced writer’s block tf. did some editing for this but if something’s wrong, don’t hesitate to tell me!

I WON’T BE PUTTING SUGAR BABY IN THE TAGS BC I KEEP RECEIVING REPLIES FROM SUGAR DADDIES. I DON’T WANT ONE THANKS.

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Sukuna is a whore.

No, he doesn't fuck for money. He fucks for your undivided attention, and yes, maybe for Gucci and Louis Vuitton too. Before becoming your sole sugar baby, both of you established limitations and boundaries written in a contract. He receives designer clothes, expensive automobiles, and every material need he had in exchange for his company. Sometimes, when you felt like it, for his sensual and intimate services too.

This time, however, he's your partner at a dinner party. As much as you like indulging yourself in suits and skintight dresses, you despise interacting with self-centered, obnoxious pieces of shit, also called rich people. Sure, you're loaded as well, but you don't shove it in other people's faces. In short, you don't brag about your hard work to intimidate and belittle people who actually work for their money.

"Remember what I said in the car?"

You gripped Sukuna's arm while you smiled and waved at your peers whenever you caught their eyes.

Sukuna rolled his eyes. "What? You think I'm stupid?"

You grit your teeth. You're already annoyed at being invited—no, summoned is the right word—at this superficial party. Everyone's kissing everyone's cheeks, but they're all probably thinking, I hate kissing this ass, go die. But appearances matter for them, and because you're there, it matters to you too.

"Don't give me that attitude. I don't want to hear you drowning in alcohol later and how I couldn't keep my boy away from a bitch's tongue, especially from these moneybags."

Sukuna merely smirked, arrogance evident in his face.

"Don't worry, mommy," he purred, putting emphasis on his chosen term of endearment. "I'll make sure not to let them see."

You stopped walking, causing him to bump into you. He glared, but you leaned into him and held his jaw in place. "No, darling." You kissed him hard in the mouth, uncaring if every rich people in the room watched you, uncaring if your teeth clashed against his, uncaring if that kind of kiss would elicit disapproving looks from some.

In that space, at that moment, you're already marking him, showing everybody who he belonged to. Sukuna opened his mouth to lick your lower lip, but you gripped his face harder, making him whine softly in your mouth. When you pushed him off your lips, Sukuna's eyes were clouded with lust. "You should make sure I don't see."

Moments later, you're with your friends, listening to them talk about their trivial accomplishments. You laughed and smiled, congratulating them, but inside you're rolling your eyes. Nobody gives a shit about your company deal built on unsolicited sex, Karen. Talk to me once you finally got an honest business of your own. Get on my level.

Your reverie was interrupted by a sudden chorus of laughter behind you.

The dread you felt started behind your neck. Curiosity demanded that you look back, but somehow, your instinct screamed that you shouldn't. But the former won, and you glanced behind your back to see the only thing you don't want to lay your eyes upon tonight.

Sukuna was standing within a cluster of people who were cheering him on as he downed a bottle of wine. He wasn't drunk, that's for sure. His face wasn't flushed. But he indeed was acting like one. He kept raising the bottle while thrusting his hips in a way that made the girls around him squeal.

As if that wasn't enough, when he caught you looking, he winked and grabbed the nearest girl, to her absolute delight. He leaned in to kiss her, but her escort dragged her away from him.

"Wow, your date for tonight really knows how to party. Can't say I've seen one act like that in this space, though."

Your friends clapped your shoulder in admiration while some snickered at the look of disbelief on your face.

You were barely holding on to your rationality. You wanted to drag Sukuna from those people encouraging his actions, bend him over the nearest table, and spank his ass red. It didn't matter if he got humiliated because that's what he deserved right now. It was how he should be punished for disobeying you. But you hated sharing.

You knew what he was like. He was spoiled and arrogant, but he constantly desired to be with you, which meant obeying you. But this...the scene in front of you was like a big slap to the face. It was like he's broadcasting to all of these rich assholes that you, the most cunning and ruthless CEO, couldn't handle one boy. He might as well say, "Look at me, mommy! Look at how you have absolutely no control over me!"

Instead of going over to stop Sukuna, you stood in your place, face devoid of any emotion. He wanted to behave like this in front of many people, including your competitors? Fine. Let him have a taste of what is about to come.

You went back to the table and sat comfortably, taking a sip of the alcohol in your hand, ignoring the exchanging glances of your friends. But that didn't mean that you weren't aware of their smirks. "Friend" was not the term for them. They were more like vultures that wait for a sign of weakness, and then they swoop in for the kill. And this meant that you couldn't afford to lose face here. Not to them and definitely not to anyone.

"You won't stop him from making a fool of himself, y/n?"

And a fool of you is the unsaid part of the question.

You sighed, making a show by flicking your hair back. Nonchalantly, you caressed the rim of your glass, feigning interest in the glassware.

"No, in this room, he isn't the most stupid boy," you said, pointing your glass to the side of the room. The vultures followed and saw a boy shoving his throat to an overwhelmed girl. One of your so-called friends squeaked and excused herself, running towards the boy, but the damage was already done. The whispering started like a buzz.

"Well, you're right, I guess, but aren't you worried about the rumors?"

Rumors? About you? You chuckled. "Sweetheart, bitches who'd talk behind my back know better than to let me hear them."

Sukuna arrived at the perfect moment. He was grinning wide, smug with sweat adorned his forehead.

Oh, how much you wanted to wipe that look from his face. To teach him a lesson by shoving him down to the floor with your fingers in his ass. To humiliate him to your heart's content. But you're fucking possessive, and that sight was only for you.

The vultures around you waited for your reaction. Waited for you to burst a vein and shout. Too bad for them.

You stood, a smile gracing your face.

"Well, we both enjoyed ourselves at this party, haven't we?" you said, stroking his cheeks with the lightest touch. Sukuna's eyes closed for a second, savoring your gentleness. When your fingers reached the back of his head, they curled on his soft locks.

"Now, accompany me while I do some retouching, hmm?"

Your patience came to an end the moment he walked inside the bathroom. Checking for anyone inside and finding none, you pushed the lock in place.

Sukuna knew what he did. He was aware of the mood he put you through, but his grin was relentless. You didn't waste another second and pushed him to the nearest sink.

"So rough, mommy," he sneered, mocking you. "Wh—"

Whatever he was about to say was cut off when you slipped two fingers inside his mouth, the pad settling on his tongue. He jolted at the rough intrusion, eyes widening.

"You must've had fun, huh? You think you're tough shit for disobeying me? You think making me look like a fool is hilarious?" you hissed your questions with every venom you could muster.

Still, his eyes reflected the same heat, the same defiance. Your upper lip raised to form a snarl when he showed more retaliation by running his tongue on your digits, coating them with his saliva. He puffed his chest, arrogance swelling in his eyes. This was nothing, he thought. He got his head in your "little game." Your "punishment" was superficial and lacked severe bite. He wasn't thrown off! You got nothing on him—

His eyes bulged when you shoved your fingers down his throat. You watched as he gagged, choking on your fingers. His hands gripped yours, eyes tearing up as his breath was lost somewhere in between. His nails dig their way on your wrist, creating little crescents, but you didn't let go.

He watched you, searching for any signs of humor, and when he found none, he knew he fucked up. Maybe his joke went too far.

You watched him in return. You observed as his sense of rebellion gradually disappeared. Something else was replaced in his eyes.

This was the moment where the thin line between fear and arousal was concretized.

Your anger was genuine, and the punishment he was about to receive wasn't all going to be about a pup barking. You'll bite, and when you do, you'll bite hard enough to leave marks, to remind him of this night and his disobedience. Tonight, he was a brat, and you're determined to make him say sorry for it, something he never did.

Tonight, you'll break him to his core until nothing else is left but his undying desire and adoration for you.

Losing the battle, Sukuna whimpered and slumped on the sink behind him. His face was turning red as his lungs became empty of oxygen.

"Pweaashh," he managed to babble; words nothing but unintelligible sounds.

You tilted your head, a patronizing look on your face. You pouted and pulled your fingers to let him breathe.

The moment your fingers left his mouth, Sukuna gasped and coughed violently, bending down to catch his breath. His body convulsed as his lungs desperately and hungrily took in air. Sukuna's coughing and heavy breathing echoed throughout the bathroom.

When his breathing became steady, you grasped the locks of his hair and pulled him up to you. Crimson eyes stared back at you.

"What was that, darling? I can't hear you over my fingers fucking your mouth stupid."

With that, you thrust your fingers back in. Sukuna pulled back, but you held the back of his head in place with your other hand.

You plunge your fingers in and out slowly, making steady eye contact with him. When Sukuna got used to the pace, he started bobbing his head, taking in your fingers and coating them in his drool.

"That's it, darling," you cooed. "You're already taking my fingers so well in your mouth."

You rewarded him by nuzzling your face to his neck, kissing your way up to his ear, feeling him shiver against your body. Your teeth grazed at his earlobes as you whispered, "You fucking pervert."

His breath hitched. Sukuna stopped sucking your fingers as the hand on the back of his neck slid down past his hard nipple to the bulge in his pants.

"This is supposed to be a punishment, Sukuna, but you're fucking hard."

Sukuna moaned, the sound muffled by the fingers in his mouth as you palmed him through his pants.

"I bet you could cum just from this, you brat," you snarled right at his ear, "make a mess of your favorite luxurious pants, dirty the Gucci fabric like you did yourself tonight, right? But do you think you deserve to? After the stunt you pulled?"

You were met with silence, heightening your anger.

"Answer me," you growled under your breath.

Sukuna cried out when you tightened your hold on his cock. His answer was incomprehensible, but by the shake of his head, you could guess he opted for no.

"That's right, you don't. So do not cum."

With that, you stroked him through his dress pants. As you felt him throb in your hands, Sukuna started to suck your fingers again. He stared into your eyes, reminding you of his antics earlier, and you gritted your teeth, forcing yourself to focus on what you're about to do.

You were going to break him, not hurt him, which was why your mind should be in its proper state.

You pulled your fingers off from his mouth, creating a string of drool to latch from his mouth to your digits.

He whined from the loss but quickly groaned when your lips replaced them. His eyes fluttered shut, followed by yours as he moaned into your mouth.

Sukuna took no time to play and went straight to work. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, which you took in, tasting him, feeling him, grounding him to place.

Your kiss was different. It wasn't gentle nor soft; it was demanding and hard. It was all tongue, teeth, and lips, and you let yourself get lost in the process.

For a minute, you kissed him without anger but with scorching desire.

The hand, wet with his saliva, found its way to his jaw, pulling him more to you.

He kissed you with the same ferocity, stimulating your tongue and mouth. Sukuna tilted his head more, taking you in, focusing on the pleasure that came from your kiss. All the while, your hand continued touching and groping his leaking cock.

Piercing moans traveled through the closed space, and when Sukuna broke off the kiss to breathe, you started kissing the corner of his lips, to his jaw and neck.

"Oh, y/n, you make me feel so good," he groaned as he bared his neck more to you.

The action sent heat between your thighs, and you want nothing more but to put him on his knees and grind against his mouth. And while showing more of his neck an innocent action, to you, it portrayed him yielding. Giving you space to work. Showing vulnerability. You stiffened the growl threatening to escape from your throat. The idea of ruining the boy before you was overwhelming, but when he sighed in pleasure, you were brought back to your aim—make him wish he didn't act like a brat.

You bit the one spot on his neck that you knew would send him over the edge and sucked hard. He gasped harshly, jerking his hips to your hand and grabbing your shoulder to prevent himself from falling on his knees.

"Y/n!"

You felt the crotch of his pants became wet.

Ah, he came, just like that, you thought.

As much as you found it endearing, he still disobeyed you. Again.

You clicked your tongue and, without a second thought, turned his whole body that his back was against your chest.

The both of you stared at the mirror on the sink.

Sukuna took in the desperate look in his eyes, his uneven breathing, his drooling mouth, and the wet spot on the crotch of his pants. He unashamedly groaned, holding himself steady by clutching the sink hard. Instinctively, he found himself grinding against your crotch.

You smirked, eyes flashing on the mirror's reflection.

Yeah, pegging him would usually cause that.

But you weren't graced with your strap-on. The thought of bringing it never occurred to you tonight, just like you never thought that you'd be fucking Sukuna in someone else's bathroom.

The lack of the toy wouldn't stop you, though.

"Darling, have you cleaned yourself today?"

It took a few seconds before your question reached his dazed state.

"H-huh? Uh, yeah, took a bath, if that's what you're asking."

You chuckled, kissing the back of his head.

"Not what I meant," you whispered, groping his ass.

His breath hitched. "Oh."

You waited for his answer, for his approval, for him to say—

"Yes," he whispered, staring at you in the mirror and watching as your smile widened into a full grin. You bared your teeth like a fucking animal ready to devour her prey.

With a sudden cry, you shoved Sukuna down to the sink. His chest hit the cold marble while his ass stuck out perfectly for you.

This was where he belonged, bending over for you, presenting himself while shyly looking back at you in the mirror.

Your chest heaved as you took careful breaths, humming as you stroked his shoulder down to his ass, groping it.

Sukuna's blood ventured south, feeling his cock harden again in his pants. Your innocent act of touching his ass felt possessive, and it made him breathless. He clenched his teeth when he remembered the way you bit his neck. So controlling, and yet he loved every second of it.

He shifted his hips again, pushing back against your hold, moaning as you gripped his cheek hard.

When you pat him, Sukuna moved to take off his pants without having the need to be told to. His belt came away first, followed by his pants, and his chosen underwear for the night came into view: red, lace panties.

A sudden loud laugh from you made him jump, and he turned back to glare at you.

"Fuck, Sukuna," you bit your lip to stop another laugh from erupting. "Your ass looks so fucking fine in those. That all for me?"

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he bent over again to the sink, hands gripping the sides. The truth was, it is. He planned to rile you up at the end of the dinner party and wore his favorite underwear because it never fails to get you in the mood. And now, seeing you caught up at the sight of his ass, he knew he chose the right one. But he'll be damned if he quickly gave into your hands. He would be putty at his own volition.

So he said, "Fuck no. This is for the girl earlier." He grinned, flashing his arrogant smile. "You saw her earlier, right? If that fucker didn't stop us, we'd be...well, fucking," he chuckled.

"Really, now? Well, can we look at the mirror to see what got that bitch excited earlier?"

Sukuna turned his back on you, focusing on himself in the mirror.

The drool that lingered at the corner of his mouth had long been dried. But the flush of his cheeks was still evident, and so fuck you for making him look like that with so little effort. Damn you and your fingers and tongue and lips and—

Cold fingers traveled lower on his back, and Sukuna already knew where they were going when you asked him a question earlier. And fuck, he could barely contain his excitement. He bit his lip, his heavy breathing stifled.

When your finger touched his hole, Sukuna buckled, and he would've fallen to the dirty bathroom floor if it wasn't for the strong arm around his waist.

"That good, darling? I've barely started."

Sukuna gritted his teeth and hissed, "Just hurry up!"

Your eyebrows scrunched at his tone, so you raised a hand and slapped it on his ass, making it jiggle. You took great pleasure as Sukuna yelped. The sound felt so dirty that his ears reddened, embarrassed that he reacted to a simple thing.

"Your mouth is just begging to be stuffed, huh?" Too bad you don't have your strap-on.

You reached forward, and he parted his lips, letting two fingers in. He sucked your digits with great ferocity, not giving a fuck about the slurping sounds he was making, not caring as you smirked behind him because he just proved you right. His mouth really did need something.

Within minutes, he was lost in it, kissing the tips and licking the length of your fingers. You had to grasp his hair and pull out to stop his obscene act.

You wasted no time as you spread him and slipped a finger in, noting how loose he was. Yeah, he definitely planned this night and was definitely prepared for this.

Sukuna moaned, arching his back. You took it slow even if he was ready, and your consideration, your kindness, was rewarded with him snarling and glaring at you in the mirror.

"Are you gonna fuck me or what? What are you so slow for? Do I look like I need this kind of soft shit right now? You fucking—"

You cut him off by adding another finger in.

"You ungrateful little brat," you spat.

You threw your little sense of gentleness out of the window and started to thrust your fingers.

"You disobeyed me out there in front of those people. You showed them my inability to rein a mere boy in. You made me look weak among those shitty bastards."

You paused, letting the words settle in, and then growled, "And now you have the audacity to order me around?"

By the lack of answer except for his sharp gasping, it seemed that words were no longer enough to reach a brat like Sukuna, so while your hand fucked his ass, the other gripped the back of his head and pushed down.

He grunted and stuck his ass out.

Sukuna was burning. He could feel your fingers inside him, curling and finding that one spot that never fails to make him mewl like a cat. The stinging pain whenever you pull his hair, the squelching sound of your fingers fucking him, his constant moans and grunts, they all made him so dirty.

"Look at me."

Sukuna obeyed and turned his head to glance at you and what he saw made him clench his jaw.

Your eyes gleamed dangerously, dilated and deep, and he felt like drowning in that void. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips red from your own biting.

Sukuna felt so dirty, like this was something that he shouldn't be doing, but, fuck, the pressure of your hand and eyes made him burn. And need. And ache. He'd prefer becoming prey in front of you, like a helpless deer before a starved lion. It was stupid of him to think that because when accompanied by the predatory look on your face, he let out a pathetic whimper.

"You're dripping on the floor, darling," you cooed, eyeing the precum pooling beneath him.

Dirty. Everything about this was dirty.

Sukuna deserved more than this. He deserved to be fucked in a room with romantic candles and flower petals. He deserved to be pressed against a soft mattress with multiple pillows.

Instead, he was being fingerfucked in someone else's bathroom. He was pressed against a cold, dirty sink, forced to look at himself in the mirror with eyes half-closed with desire. You were degrading him while people partied outside, unaware of what was happening inside an innocent-looking room.

It should've made him disgusted and humiliated, but he moaned loud, uncaring if he was heard outside because this was him being put back to place. Being fucked back in place.

And when your fingers finally found his prostrate, his toes curled, his eyes squeezed shut, and he mewled, arching his back. You continued prodding that bundle of nerves, and Sukuna felt the tightness in his abdomen. He forced his eyes open, stared into your eyes, and his panting began.

"You wanna come, darling?"

He wanted him to say yes, to plead for his release, to give up his small grasp on control, but he gritted his teeth. He will come when you see him fit to come. He wouldn't plead, wouldn't beg because he didn't deserve your mercy.

And he knew that. He knew it from the look in your eyes, from the fingers sliding in and out of him, pressing his prostrate repeatedly. This was his punishment.

But he could feel it in him, his impending orgasm, and he couldn't hold it in anymore, no matter how much he gritted his teeth, so he whimpered, "Yes, yes, 'm come."

It was his mistake. From the very beginning, his attitude and his actions from earlier were his faults. And when your fingers pulled out, he couldn't stop the sob escaping his lips. He couldn't demand you to thrust back in and fuck him regardless if he hurt if he slumped against the bathroom sink. All because it was his fault he was in this position in the first place.

The pleasure was gone, and he felt empty. No fingers, no touch, no burn.

Sukuna could feel himself shaking and panting. The high of his arousal slowly disappearing even though he's hard and leaking. He looked down to see his cock red and weeping with precum.

You sucked your teeth, appreciating the sight before you.

Sukuna slowly turned to face you. His demeanor completely changed. His eyes remained on the floor as he panted. So cute and so submissive.

You leaned in towards him and gently caressed his warm cheeks. Lovingly, as much as you can, pouring every bit of adoration you had for him.

"You've been a very bad boy, Sukuna," you mumbled close to his lips. "Aren't you supposed to say something to me?"

Sukuna closed his eyes. This was it. His chance to redeem the right to stand beside you. To go out there and get your pride back and to earn his release.

"I-I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Good," you snarled. "Once we go back in and you disrespect me again in front of everyone"—your eyes glinted, a promise unsaid—"I'll make sure to put you in your right place. And trust me, Sukuna, that would involve you being neglected for days."

Sukuna shakily exhaled, not noticing that he was holding back his breath. The thought of not cumming for days made him breathless.

With a huff, you let go of him.

"So behave, you brat."

Sukuna tucked his cock back into his pants, restraining the urge to just say fuck you and jerk in front of you. Instead, he fixed the collar of his shirt to hide the hickeys that started to form around his throat. After minutes of cleaning, the two of you went out without bothering to do so separately. And Sukuna thought it was your purpose because the moment the both of you walked under the blinding lights, people started staring and whispering.

He glanced at you, looking for signs that you're bothered but found none. In fact, you were smirking.

Ah, he thought. This was his punishment too. People knew what transpired inside the bathroom or something that came close to what really happened.

This party wasn't mandatory. You went here just for show. People need to see you walk among them, to be included in your prestige, which was why you could've ended the night and punished him at home. But where's the fun in that?

Everyone saw how he behaved in a place ruled by etiquette. And now, people also saw how you were able to secure the hand on his throat in just a few minutes of a bathroom voyage.

Sukuna bit his lip, barely stopping himself from moaning.

It took him making a fool of himself to receive fingerfucking. He should've done it a long time ago, especially if it included parading him like a pet, a boy, a sugar baby.

Yeah, along with designer clothes and costly wristwatches, he deserved this too.

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secondhand-trash · 4 years

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Love in the Time of Allergies

A/N: this is a concept from @redbeanteax and I’m down immediately after she told me about it lmao

Pairing: florist!Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Description: You were a tattoo artist who loved flowers and he was a florist who was allergic to flowers.

Word count: 6785

Playlist:

How Long?//Vampire Weekend

Pleaser//Wallows

Flowers In Your Hair//The Lumineers

If you take a turn at the first corner of the bustling shopping district, you would find yourself in the quieter, older parts of the area. If you wandered through the many narrow lanes, maybe you would get further and further away from the flagships and tall windows of the main avenue in front of the quaint little flower shop hidden away from the noisy crowd, bunches and bunches of bouquets lined up at the windows and pots hanging from the awning.

Sakusa Kiyoomi lived right above that flower shop, which he coincidentally runs.

Every morning, he woke up to the sun shining through the thin linen of his curtains. The streets were already alive by the time he was awake. The sounds of delivery vans driving past his window, the crisp bells of school children riding along the road to school on their bicycles ticking his still hazy senses. He was not a snoozing type of person by all means, immediately getting up to get his day starting the moment he paused his alarm. Then he would fold up his sheets neatly, getting them in the washing machine so he could replace it with the ones that had just finished drying the night before. Sakusa always made cleaning the first thing he does right after he wakes up, it made him feel productive and he relished in the feeling that his space was spotless at every corner.

By the time he was done, it would be time for him to go downstairs to open up the store and get ready to receive the batches of fresh flowers that were delivered every day. If he pushed open his windows, the sweet smell of flowers together with the morning air would fill his room.

A florist with a face that looked like he walked out of an ink portrait from the old times, just him standing there could be worthy as a still from any movie scene. Long, nimble fingers placing each stem right where it belong, the beauty marks above his brow moving as the man furrowed his eyes in concentration like the morning dew sliding off the white petals of a blooming flower.

A beautiful man and beautiful flowers. It would have been a breathtaking sight if you could ignore the fact that the florist was sadly, severely allergic to the flowers that he was surrounded with at every waking moment of his life.

Sakusa himself would like to argue that you could not, and should not, brush off such an important detail to his survival. Thank you very much.

How did he become a florist in the first place if he was allergic to flowers, you may ask. Well, He didn’t know. One day, he was filling in for his cousin who couldn’t attend his shift because he had dropped ill. Said cousin might have deliberately hidden up the fact that he was working at a place that sells flowers and by the time Sakusa arrived at the storefront feeling like he got struck by thunder, it was too late.

It was a pity that he was such a natural, so much so that he received a phone call from the then shop owner asking if he could come back the next day.

Sakusa still thought about that day occasionally. What had he done to himself, he looked at the sky and let out a long sigh.

Sakusa Kiyoomi was inclined to believe that he must have committed some sort of indescribable crime in his last lifetime to deserve this cruel joke from the universe.

Pulling up the latex gloves, he released the elastic band with a snap as it sit snugly on his wrist. He had his protective suit on, the white plastic covering him from his neck all the way down his legs. He had his mask and mask cover (yes, the mask needed its own cover) on before pulling his hood over and making sure that all his hair was tugged in.

Looking at the mirror, he let out a satisfied hum. Perfect, now all he needed to do was wait for the truck to arrive.

“Hello! Your delivery is here!”

The deliveryman was a new employer of the company, his uniform neatly buttoned up all the way. He checked his reflection in the window from outside the shop, reminding himself to put on a good smile when greeting the client. It was his first time going out for delivery on his own without a senior tagging along and he intended to leave a good impression.

He shifted his weight from one foot to another while waiting for someone to answer the door. He looked around the street, taking in a deep breath of the morning air. It was a rumor among employers that there was a living urban myth on this street, one that looked like it walked out of a chemical waste field in a dystopian novel was what they said. He chuckled to himself when he recalled how terrified they looked at the describe the myth. Look at the street with its sunshine and serenity, they should at least pick a more suiting location for the lie if they wanted to prank the newbie.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“It’s alright! Please notify me after you checked if all the stock is correct,” he said with a wide smile as he turned around to where the footsteps were coming from, “mr- AH!!!!!!!”

A few blocks away, you paused when you heard an ear piercing scream from outside.

“Did you hear something?” your manager asked, looking out of the shop window with a confused look, “I swore I heard someone screaming.”

You tilted your head, looking away from the poster you were trying to hang onto the wall to follow where they were looking at. There were no panicking or people running to take cover so it didn’t seem like something major had happened. You shook our head, “Maybe it’s the sound of tires screeching?”

“Hm,” they glanced outside in wary but turned back to the empty store with a sigh, “is the backroom all set up?”

Your arms withhold in the air for a moment as you tried to see if the frame was before clasping your hands together in satisfaction before climbing off the stool you were standing on to turn and face your manager, “Yeah, I told the people to place all the chairs down as you said and all we needed to do was to unpack our tools, loaded up the shelves and we’re all done.”

“Ok, good,” they let out a heavy breath, placing their hands on both sides of their waist, “I still can’t believe the landlord of our last place can just take back the lot just like that.”

“Hey, they want to sell it to a big corp for quick bulk of cash instead of renting it out to a tattoo parlor, not that it doesn’t make sense,” you said with a click of your tongue, a loop-sided grin making its way onto your face as they chuckled at the saltiness you were not holding back at all, “at least we managed to find a new place fast.”

“Well, that’s true,” they said, “this seems like a pretty nice street.”

Other than the fact that someone screamed like they walked out of a horror movie in the morning out of nowhere, you thought to yourself but nodded no less as you two stood side by side and looking out of glass windows, trying to not think too much of it.

The fact was, you were just glad that you still had a job. It felt like the sky fell on your head when you walked into your humble little workplace one day to see the heavy expression everyone was wearing only to be told that the lease for the parlor would not be renewed next term. It wasn’t easy to just find a new place to rent so quickly nowadays and the possibility that you might go jobless for months horrified you to no end.

You liked the parlor you worked in. You had heard your fair share of horror stories of how some places mistreat their apprentices before you made the commitment of applying to become one and even though you were scared out of your mind while you asked if the place was still taking apprentices after being turned down numerous times already, it was nothing short of luck that you ended up being under a group of very nice people when you actually did succeed. You had been in this parlor for several years now, staying behind even after you got your license. You liked the homely little shop and you most definitely loved working for the owner who taught you so much so you couldn’t be more glad when they came in just a week before everything at the old place must be cleared out saying that a new lot had been secured.

You now needed to wake up a good hour earlier than before and take a bus that you were sure would take you to the other end of the town if you overslept by one station just so you could make it to work on time, but no complaints. At least the street looked nice, and there was a flower shop just a few blocks away from the parlor which you were very happy about.

You liked flowers, you had always found them to be great inspirations.

“Hello?”

A crisp ring of the bell interrupted the silence you were having while you two quietly unwrapped all the tools and whip them clean before putting them in place at the back.

“Can you go get it? I think it might be some of the other decorations being delivered over.” they said, staring at the little scratch at the back of one of the lamps with a painful expression in their eyes as they realised that it could not be rubbed away no matter how hard they tried.

You pushed away the bubble wrap that was piling up on your legs before standing up, dusting off the plastic strands before walking out to the front of the store.

“Hello- ah!”

You jumped when you saw a.. well you weren’t sure if that was a person because there was no face for you to identify but they had to be because you could not begin to process what else they might be underneath the full body plastic suit paired with what almost looked like a bee hat, standing at the front door with their arms stiffly extended and holding a flower basket in hand.

Your breath was rigid as you tried to calm yourself down, slowly getting back into a proper posture as you tried to ignore the million questions running through your head.

“Hello,” the voice sounded a bit distant from behind the mask but you could still make it out to be the voice of a young man. “I’m Sakusa from the flower shop a few blocks away.”

“Oh. Oh, oh, nice to meet you," you blurted out, giving a slight bow when you realised that you were still standing there in a daze, never feeling so confused as to when the person replied to your panicking gestures with a slight nod, “I’m (y/l/n), I’m one of the tattoo artists who work at the parlor.”

So this was the person who runs the flower shop? You tried to control yourself from making it too obvious that you were stealing glances at his more than peculiar attire for walking on the street under broad daylight. You weren’t aware that florists had to dress in bee suits.

Sakusa raised his already raised hand a little, “This is a welcoming gift for your opening.”

“Ah, thank you so much,” you said, gingerly taking a few steps forward to take the flower basket from his glove covered hands. He seemed to be relieved after you took the flowers away from him, letting out a soft sigh and relaxing his shoulders.

“If you need any help please always feel free to come over,” he said, sounding rather unnatural as he stayed where he was, maintaining a fixed distance from you.

“Of course,” you replied, standing with your back just a little straighter at the sheer tension that you were feeling under the stare of a man whose face you could not even see, “thank you for the flowers.”

He gave you another nod before walking out the door and you waited, standing there until he was completely out of your sight and let out the breath you had been holding in.

That was strange, you thought to yourself as you took a look at the basket you were holding.

Hm, the arrangement was very pretty though.

At first, you were very hesitant to even go near the radius of the glass door with flower pots hanging down. Could you be blamed? Who wouldn’t be intimidated by a person who showed up in a full body plastic suit? But eventually, your urge to find good references for your sketches gave won over your prejudice and you gathered up all your courage one day while you didn’t have any bookings and walked into the flower shop a few blocks away.

You weren’t sure if you were more bewildered or satisfied by your predictions being correct when you walked in to see him standing by the counter being covered from head to toe. Sakusa still looked as stiff as he was when he showed up at the parlor last time when he was in his own store, watering the flowers with this oddly long sprinkler.

You still felt that to be pretty strange but you were determined that no matter what, you were not walking away from that place emptyhanded.

Surprisingly, he was not as hard to approach as you had thought he might be and he was very helpful when you were overwhelmed by the many pots lining the store, pointing to the bunch of colourful daisies at the far corner when you told him you wanted something that looked delicate.

You started ordering bouquets from Sakusa’s store regularly a while later.

This did not look right. You stared at the black lines on the paper, feeling like your head was about to explode at how you could not point out what was exactly wrong with it but it simply didn’t look like the image you had in your head.

Throwing the pen down, you leaned back against the couch in the front room with an exasperated sigh as you glanced at the hand on the clock that tilted more and more as each second passed.

What happened to delivery at 3pm sharp?

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” you jumped up at the sound of the door being pushed open and Sakusa walked in with a bouquet of carnation in hand. He was still covered but even without seeing his face, you could tell how he rushed over with the slight heaving in his voice, “there was a... dire situation back at the shop and I had to get that handled before I can make the delivery.

Sakusa shivered as he recalled how there was this customer who kept sneezing while walking around the store.

“It’s alright,” you said, getting up from the couch where you were laying on, “can you help me put it in the backroom?”

“Of course.”

“Just putting it here would be alright.” you gestured to the small table at the corner and he nodded before putting the ceramic pot down.

From the corner of his eyes, he spotted the last several bouquets and pots you got from him the past week lined up on the shelf at another side of the room.

Sakusa tilted his head. He had regular customers but none that showed up as often as you did and none that bought flowers for no specific reason at all other than to look at them. “Do you like flowers that much?"

He wasn’t sure what it was about the look of pure fascination in your eyes when you looked away from the colourful flowers to face him, but he felt an unexplained antsy feeling rising at the back of his neck.

“I guess it’s not so much of a sentimental liking than just admiration,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, “they can be so simple but so detailed all at the same time,” you chuckled, “I find all my best works to be of floral patterns.”

You could not see his face behind the mesh net but you could guess that he was probably squinting his eyes right now with the way his body bent just a little forward. He was interesting to observe, and you had found quite a bit of entertainment in watching him.

“Here,” his eyes widened when you rolled up your sleeves with a laugh. He was wondering how you didn’t seem to have any tattoos on your unlike the other artists who he had met but it seemed like you just didn’t feel as much of a need to put them on display at all times. Under the white sleeves that now rest on your elbow, there were inked lines littering all across your arm, stopping at your wrist and he could only imagine that the vines would go further up into where the faintly see-through fabric was covering.

“This is the first tattoo I ever did on my own,” you said, tilting your arm so that he could see the sunflower on the inside of your wrist, “this is a gift to myself after I finished my apprenticeship.”

“My actual first tattoo though,” you lifted your arm up, showing him the morning glory that peaked out from under your sleeve, hanging on the vines that hugged the side of your arm, “is this one,” you had a look of nostalgia in your eyes like you were greeting an old friend, “I got it the moment I turned 18 without my parents knowing, to remind myself to be resilient like morning glories that climb high even on stone walls.”

He felt like he was invading some sort of precious intimacy that was supposed to be sealed up and savoured when you gently hooked your finger under the collar of your shirt, pulling it to the side just enough for him to see the dots of baby’s breath above your collar like tiny stars.

“But this one is my favourite. I got it because... well...” you poked your tongue out before pushing the folded collar back in place, “I just think it looks nice.”

Sakusa didn’t quite understand what the aesthetic appeal of flowers that you seemed to be so fixated on was. He worked with flowers but they weren’t anything that means much to him unless you count “mortal danger” as a special meaning. But as he watched you fix your shirt, the botanicas on your skin once again hidden from sight by the silky fabric that fell down like morning mist in the market street, he found himself sparing another glance to the flowers he just handed to you and wondered what they would become under your pencil and ink.

“Do you keep all of them around?” he asked, referring to the many different flowers that didn’t look like they go together on the shelf.

“Sometimes I’ll let clients take away the ones that I already sketched if they like it but I kinda just put them here the rest of the time,” you replied, touching one of the petals of the tulips that were sitting in a vase, “it’s quite a pity that I can’t put them in the front but the manager said it doesn’t fit the rest of the décor.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, even though it’s not like you could see him do so with the cover of the black mesh, and said something that surprised even himself once it was vocalised.

“If what you need is a reference for your sketches, you can always come over and look at the ones we have on display.”

“Really?” you did not hide the sheer excitement you had towards his suggestion, only to back down sheepishly when you realised how eager you were, “But would that be much of a bother to you?”

He was never much of a people person. He had a very carefully selected few close friends around him and he did not intend to broaden his circle any time sooner. He barely even wanted to interact with his customers all that much if it wasn’t for the fact that he needed the business, if he was being honest. His palms were starting to feel clammy from the sweat that wasn’t there just earlier, a feeling he very much so dread but the twist in his stomach that he could not begin to understand somehow hazed over this usual discomfort.

“Well, if you are only sitting there and sketching I don’t see that to be much of an issue...” he said, his voice getting tinier and tinier like he was starting to be confused over his own words.

You walked him out of the parlor with a very, very wide smile that day, thanking him again and again and joking that it was too late for him to take his offer back now because you were going to start annoying him daily. He wanted to argue that you already went around for your flowers often enough that making it a daily occurrence wouldn’t be much of a difference but he bite it back, worried that it would come out harsher than he had meant it and gave you the impression that he actually didn’t want to talk to you.

Which was strange, considering how he never really thought that he actually did want that to happen.

You started showing up at his shop every day, as you had said you would.

At first, your interaction with him was limited to the brief exchange of greetings when you walked into the store, informing the working Sakusa that you would look around yourself and he didn’t need to worry about you. You used to spend so long just standing there and sketch, stretching your neck that was sore from drooping down every once in a while. You said he didn’t need to pay any attention to you but as the owner, he still felt somewhat of a responsibility to show his care about his visitors’ well-being.

Then you showed up at his place again only to find a little bar stool by the counter.

You looked at the suited man at the side and he looked away from under the mask under your stare. “I got you a chair because you are here for very long each time,” he added under your appreciative stare, “people are gonna get the impression that everyone can just walk in and do the same.”

So you now had your own designated spot in his shop, right by the counter where he worked.

You started actually chatting to him after then and you liked to think that you two were friends, even though you still didn’t know what he looked like under the bee hat.

Until one day, when you went along the sidewalk of the peaceful street to the flower shop a few blocks away and saw a strange man struggling at the front door.

You froze in place, taking a few steps closer to the walls so he would not notice you too easily.

Who was this? You looked on warily at the lean figure that was shaking the lock on the glass door rather vigorously, seeming to be more and more frustrated with each moment passed. You could not see his face clearly with the dark curls that fell onto the side of his face. He was dressed in full black, black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black trousers that only accentuated how long his limbs were. The attire did little to help with your suspicion that he was not there for a proper purpose, seeing how he was starting to shake the handle of the door and let out a tired groan when it stayed closed.

Would it be someone trying to break in? In the middle of the day? Oh god, you felt the blood drain from your face when you realised what this meant.

Sakusa would have a breakdown if some unknowns leave dead skin cells over all his things.

“Um... excuse me?” you gathered up your bravery and walked towards the man, slightly taken back when he snapped around to look at you. He was way taller upfront and you gulped.

To your surprise, he didn’t look shocked when you approached him. In fact, he seemed to have calmed down a little from his earlier irritation with the lock upon seeing you.

“Did I not tell you we are closing early today?” he said, crouching forward slightly.

“Oh, I’m just here to look for a friend...” you paused, your eyes widening when you heard how familiar his voice was, “wait... Sakusa?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, brushing the piece of hair that had fallen onto his face away from his eyes. “Yes?”

You were so prepared to fight whoever it was that might be busting the lock open but you were not prepared for this. You were so used to seeing Sakusa in his full body protection gear that the idea of him being this faceless entity got so comfortable in your head, seeing him as someone with actual facial features and expressions made you feel like you were meeting a whole new person all over again. He was staring at you, bending even forward as he waited for you to say something in confusion. The posture allowed you to take a clearer look at his face, and somehow it sent more adrenaline to your system than the nerves you got from thinking that you were about to witness a crime.

Wait, hold up. Why did no one tell you that he was hot?

From the angle you were at, your eyes immediately caught on to the sharp arch of his eyebrows, the two moles on one side dotted on like ink on white paper. His bone structure was pronounced, the defined curve lining his eyes going down to the tip of his nose. He was looking down at your through his long lashes, his lips pursed as he waited for you to say something.

You felt a slight regret rising in your chest for his face that was wasted away because its owner decided to dress like a b-movie crazy scientist.

“Why are you trying to break into your own store?” you asked, breaking the silence when you realised that you had been staring at him like some dazed fool.

He let out a mumbled groan, pressing his lips together into a thin line. “I forgot my mask at the counter before I left but now the door is doing that thing where it gets stuck and couldn’t turn the key,” he turned back to the door, putting both hands on the handle and yanked.

“Do you need help?” you asked, peaking from behind him.

“Please do,” he sighed and you held onto the frame of the door, “I’ve already been exposed to the air for far too long for-” he gritted his teeth as he gave it another pull.

“My-” a slam on the door pushed the rest of the key that was stuck into the porthole.

“Liking-”

The door crashed open with a loud bang and you stumbled forward to regain your balance. He sucked in a deep breath when he felt the sweat on his palm, walking as fast as he could to the counter and let out a relieved sigh when he pulled out another one of his white medical masks.

“Why are you closing early today?” you leaned on the counter as you watched him physically relaxed after hooking the cotton band over his ears.

“I’m heading to the flower market today to look for new suppliers,” he said as he pressed down on the wire on the bridge of his nose, “the one we were working with suddenly said they can’t do business anymore because the delivery company refused to send people here which is very strange.”

“I see,” you said, “I was gonna hang around here because I don’t have any more bookings for today, I’ll come back tomorrow then.”

“You can come with me if you want,” he blurted out, his own eyes widening as he paused, “it might be very boring though.”

“Wait, I had never been there before, can I?” you gasped, “I want to go!”

“Ok.” he said rather stiffly, not expecting you to be so excited about what he viewed to be a rather blend thing to do.

He did not know what it was that made goosebumps rose on his arm when you followed him out of the shop, taking a few steps for each on he took just to keep up with him. It was like how it felt when he used to be less careful and got too close to the plants that he worked with, tickling and irritating and made him want to tear his own skin off but not nearly as unpleasant. In fact, he would go as far as to described the feeling as “fuzziness” when you kept talking to him on the way even though he rarely replied with more than a few short sentences.

“Sakusa, can I ask you something?”

Your voice broke him out of his running state of mind.

“Yes?”

“Why do you always wear a full body suit?"

"I'm allergic to flowers.”

“What?” he grimaced at the reaction he had expected, already knowing what you were going to say next.

It was a mistake, Sakusa grumbled to himself as he recounted how his life seemed to be full of mistakes, starting from becoming a florist even though he was highly sensitive to pollen.

“Then how did you become a florist-”

"Please don’t ask.”

“Ok.”

“Remember to leave the cover on for the next two hours and wash it with lukewarm water,” you said to your last client with a smile as you opened the door for them, "and just contact us if you need any help with the aftercare.”

You let out a satisfied sigh when they happily waved at you before exiting your sight. There was no better feeling than to see someone being so happy about the piece you did for them. You stretched out your arms, rolling your neck as your back cracked. That took a while, you let out a slight whine when you felt the knot on your shoulder. You found yourself to be the type that emerged themselves into their work completely once started on something which you view to be a good thing but that also meant that your notifications were always blown up every time you did a slightly bigger, more detailed piece.

You recalled your phone to buzz non-stop during the appointment until you got annoyed and turned off the sound completely. Taking it out of your pocket, you took one of your gloves off to unlock your screen.

Your eyes widened at the amount of miscalls and messages that came from Sakusa, who had given you his number after you annoyed him into saving yours. He rarely called you, you were always the one spamming his inbox when he was trying to put you on read.

You had a bad feeling about what had happened when you saw another incoming call from the man who had been bombing your phone.

“Hello-”

“Come over.”

“What?” you said. His voice was pressed down even lower than usual and you clutched your phone closer to your face to hear him clearly.

“Please just... come over. Come over quick.” he hissed.

“What is going on? Sakusa are you ok?” you felt the panic building up in your chest at the tone he used.

“I am facing a critical situation and you’re the only help I can get-”

“Ok,” you didn’t wait for him to finish before hastily pushing the door to the street and paced to the direction of the flower shop, “I’m coming over now.”

“Thank you,” he let out a shaky breath, “and please be quick.”

You nearly went over the front door of the shop with how much of a rush you were in. Looking in through the window, the shop was completely empty and you could not even find Sakusa anywhere.

Oh god, what was it that got him in such a crunch?

“Hello?” you asked gingerly as you stepped inside, "Is anyone here? Sakusa?”

There was no one in there. You furrowed your eyebrows as you walked deeper into the stores and past the vases that lined up at the sides.

“Psst..”

You snapped towards where the sound came from.

“Sakusa- ah!” you yelped when you were suddenly yanked down to the floor. You blinked when you saw who it was that suddenly pulled you behind the counter.

“Sakusa, why are you hiding under here?”

You felt bad for finding the very tall, very well-built Sakusa who was once again wrapped up in his plastic suit all curled up under the counter, even more so when you saw that he was actually sitting on a plastic sheet instead of on the bare ground.

Even if he was finding somewhere to hide, he still uphold his principals.

“There’s this...” he shivered, “thing out there crawling around...”

“Thing? Crawling?” you tilted your head as you looked out, “I didn’t see anything?”

“Well of course you don’t. They are fast and tiny and black and...” he shivered again, shaking his head a little as if trying to shake away his thoughts.

“Fast and tiny and black...” you paused, “you mean a cockroach-”

“Do not say it out loud,” he gritted.

“I’m sorry for saying this but thank god,” you let out a deep breath, “I thought you were being held at gun point or something...”

“How is this any better?” he asked in disbelief, “please help me get rid of it..."

“Sakusa I’m not gonna be your personal bug killer-”

“Before I burn this place down-”

“Ok,” you said with your hands thrown up, telling him to stay put and hold back from doing any property damage. You sighed as you stood up, “Thank god I rushed out in such a hurry that I still have my gloves with me...”

Sakusa finally knew what that burning irritation he felt whenever you gush at him was when he peeked from behind the counter to see you swiftly trapping the cockroach under a plastic bag and swept it up with your gloved hands before taking it out to the street. He felt a rapid rhythm drumming in his chest when he heard a loud stomp from outside, his black eyes following your frame when you came back in with a sigh as you skillfully removed your gloves from inside out and tied them together.

“Um...” he felt the slightest bit uneased as he climbed out from his hiding spot, suddenly feeling small even though he was clearly towering over you, “thanks.”

“It’s alright,” you said with a chuckle, “can’t have you dying on me like that.”

He had never been glad about his allergies until now, feeling just a little bit more self-assured because even though his mind was in shambles from the sudden realisation he had, at least he had the mask to hide his face that he was sure to be flushed from you.

“Do you need help sanitising everything?”

"What?” his voice came out as a whisper.

“Well,” you said matter-of-factly, crossing your arms in front of your chest, “I assume you won’t just let it be after that co- that thing got in here?”

“Yeah," he stood up just a little straighter, “yeah, of course.”

Sakusa felt an unexplained taste in his mouth. It was a bit bitter, the dryness making his jaw clenched but he also couldn’t help the muscle at the corner of his mouth from inching up higher and higher as he watched you scrubbing the counter with a cleaning wipe, your forehead crinkling up in concentration

He was so, so in love.

You dropped everything at hand and ran out the door when you got his message.

“Can you come over?”

What was it? What was it this time?

You ignored the bewildered glances from the passersby as you dashed along the otherwise serene street.

Was it a bug? Did someone sneeze near him? Did some idiot broke the vases and got muddy water on him again? There’s no way that could happen twice in a week, right? Right?

You were heaving by the time you got to his place, nearly tripping into the shop as you tried to collect your breath. Sakusa was standing in front of the counter and facing the door, oddly without his usual bee hat. He felt his stomach twisting in knots as you held yourself up by the door with one hand and the other clutching your chest as you panted.

He did not expect you to show up so quickly. He had thought that he would have some more time to collect himself after pressing “send” with his shaking hands so he could look, well, somewhat cooler doing what he planned to do after a lot of inner conflicts.

“Ok, I’m here,” your hair was a mess as you looked up, your chest still heaving from the run, “what is it? What happened? What do I need to do?”

“Um...”

“Oh god, why aren’t you talking? how bad is it?” you said as you slowly straightened your posture, only to feel your breath hitched when you saw why he was in silence.

Sakusa seemed to be in clear discomfort, his eyes shifting around as his throat bobbed. But it wasn’t his usual look of wariness or discontent and instead, he seemed to be nervous.

And then you saw the bunch of red roses he was holding in hand.

“You know,” he gulped, holding his arm out as stretched out as he could, “a dozen roses means ‘be mine’ in flower language.”

You blinked, your eyes slowly widening as he looked away.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi,” you licked your lips, a grin finding it’s way to your face, “are you trying to say something?”

“I said,” he gritted from his teeth, his face burning up under your teasing tone, “be mine.”

You bite at the inside of your cheeks, your face aching from the smile that was only growing wider. In your ear, you could hear the steady drumming tapping at you, sending the signal everywhere in your body as you felt the warmth that spread together with it.

Say yes, say yes, say yes...

“Of course.”

He let out a hitched breath as his shoulders drooped, pouting a little when he looked back at you as if he was blaming you for poking fun at him earlier.

“Look, I’m sorry,” the look of resentment only grew when you started giggling, “but you were so cute just then, I couldn’t help myself.”

He grumbled and your giggling turned into actual laughs while he glared at you but couldn’t hide the blush on his face.

“It doesn’t matter as long as I say yes, right?”

"Sure,” he let out a soft tsk, “but can you please take this?”

“Is that really the way to go at it-”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“Oh, oh,” you said when you suddenly remembered his allergy and rushed to take the roses from him, “of course, of course...”

If you take a turn at the first corner of the bustling shopping district, you would find yourself in the quieter, older parts of the area. There was a quaint little flower shop hidden away from the noisy crowd and a tattoo parlor a few blocks away, but you already knew that. You also knew that as bewildering as it sounded, the florist that run the shop was actually deadly allergic to flowers.

But what you didn’t know (or at least pretend not to so he wouldn’t feel too embarrassed) was that for you, the tattoo artist who loved flowers, the florist who was allergic to flowers wouldn’t mind taking off his plastic suit and hand deliver fresh flowers to you every day just to see you smile.

Bonus

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“Really.”

“Yes,” Sakusa said with a deadpan face as he sat on the chair.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” he replied, even though his entire body was tensed up.

“Ok,” you said, leaning closer to him, “promise me you won’t regret this.”

“Yes.”

“Ok,” you said in a breathy tone, gulping as you placed you held the edge of the tattoo chair for leverage, “I’m gonna do it.”

“Ok.”

You took a deep breath, staring at your boyfriend who had his eyes pressed tightly together as you lifted your hand.

His eyes snapped open at the light peck you placed on his lips.

Look, look. This might seem dramatic but this was a huge step for him, alright?

You blinked, nervous about what he might be thinking, “how was it?”

He seemed to be dazed, his eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes that were fixed on him.

Nothing could stop the surprised gasp you let out when he suddenly latched onto you and kissed you much more firmly, not letting you move away with his hand at the back of your head.

Your breathing was rapid when he finally let you go, your face heating up when he poked his tongue out and swiped it along his bottom lip.

“I think I might actually like this more than I thought I would.”

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa imagine #sakusa imagines

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fic writer interview!

i saw @prince-liest do this and thus i will take ur 'tagging anyone who wants to do this' seriously lmaoooo (also hi btw hope ur well!!! 💜💜)

How many works do you have on AO3?

ahaha,,,,,159 lmao

What's your total AO3 word count?

fdsjkkjlsfdklj as of today, 2,089,769

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

only three fsdjkldslfkj the phandom (dan&phil), bnha, and genshin!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

chosen (x) - zhongchi (genshin)

to love (and be loved in return) (x) - kaeluc (genshin)

little bird (x) - dabihawks (bnha)

feet don't touch the ground (x) - xiaoven (genshin)

i knew you were fire (x) - dabihawks (bnha)

honestly none of that surprises me except that little bird is still up there, although i think i owe that to sif (@the-final-sif) for sharing it around the time it got posted since it was partly inspired by her raptor stress grip post!!

the rest are all chaptered fics, which is mostly what i expected to be in the top 5 lmao

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

yes!!! always!!!! no matter what u comment, i will respond!!! and if i don't, it's probably cause ao3 didn't notify me properly or i didn't see it in my inbox or something

as for why, it's mostly to do with like...i know how hard it can be for some people to comment, even just a bunch of heart emojis or a 'i loved this!' or something short and simple? and it means a lot to me that ppl are going out of their way to say something nice, no matter how small, and it's really really important to me to acknowledge that

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

hmm,,,,,this is a hard one, cause for a very long time, my policy was that my fic would always have a happy ending? and for a long time, that was true!! but the dabihawks interaction (during the raid) broke me, and from an emotional standpoint, i think freeing icarus (x) is probably the one that has the angstiest ending of the two or so that i wrote in that time?

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

u know i really haven't written any crossovers? it's normally not my thing cause my brain typically focuses on a single thing and doesn't really have the capacity to think about more than that, so i end up writing just au-style or fusion-style (shoutout to that one bnha but it was scooby doo fic i wrote - x)

i don't think i'd be opposed to writing a crossover but i'd have to be SUPER inspired by the idea and both fandoms lmao

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

aha yes, i have. the only straight up hate i've received was on a kaeluc fic (surprisingly not because it was kaeluc, but bc i was 'mistreating' kaeya in the fic) - to be entirely fair, the commenter pointed out something that i hadn't realized myself, and it led to a second piece of the story that helped me tie up some loose ends, but...let's just say they weren't very kind about their feelings lmao

other than that, i had someone very upset because i didn't tag which character was bottoming in a fic (valid if that bugs u!) and they read through most of it before getting to the smut (and said that they enjoyed everything up to that point) then said they were 'disgusted' by it. i have opinions on that and a few other comments they made, but i will keep them to myself lmao

and beyond that, just a few ppl on my xiaoven fic saying that they were unhappy about the background kaeluc (which is tagged lmao) - really no hate whatsoever til genshin, honestly, which is...very hmmmm :) lmao

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

yep!!! mostly vanilla or vanilla-adjacent lmao i'm not super into heavy kink, although i know if epi reads this she's gonna call me out for being a monsterfucker bc of my dragon!zhongli smut :) lmaoooo but really i tend to write pretty vanilla smut! i also prefer to avoid any noncon/dubcon or hate sex or anything particularly angsty, just not my jam to write!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

hmm i don't think so? although i don't heavily monitor ao3 (or wattpad/ffn), so i can't really say that for sure lmao

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!! i've had a few fics translated to russian (little bird is one of them!) which is very sweet and i hope that anyone who prefers to read in russian has been enjoying those fics!!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

alksdfjklsdf only once, and it's deadass how me and rose got together. we decided to co-write a podcast au fic for the phandom (x) and ended up flirting via google docs asldkfjkldsfj

What’s your all time favourite ship?

what a horrible question, making me choose between my children like this!!!! sdlfkjdskf tbh i'm not sure i have a real answer bc it changes as i go? and 'favorite' is so vague,,,,,favorite to read? to write about? to think about? asdklfjkjsdfk i really don't know if i have an answer, but i'll maybe say kaeluc for now lmao

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

well first and foremost, with only 2 exceptions, i never post a fic unless it's done. i tend to follow wherever my passion leads my brain, so i'm notorious for jumping around between stories and taking breaks from long fic and returning later on to finish them, and i know that i would not do well under the pressure of posting something unfinished and trying to finish it in a timely manner

that said, many wips sit in my google doc folder, but one is Well Known as the one that has followed me through both the phandom and bnha (rose keeps asking who i'm gonna switch the chars to in genshin, but i think it suits bakudeku too well to do that) - only the lonely survive. it sits at like 36k in my wip folder, and i adore the story dearly and i want very much to finish it, but it never makes it quite to the forefront of my motivation, and so it rarely if ever gets worked on...i hate the idea of 'never' finishing it, but it's unfortunately quite likely that i won't 😭😭😭

What are your writing strengths?

emotion!!! and immersion!!! it's my goal in a fic to make it as immersive as possible and saturated with emotion to help convey that feeling of being in the place of the pov character, and i think i do it pretty well. also just bc i feel a little obligated to say it - another strength is actually sitting down and putting words down. i know that's a struggle for a lot of writers and i often get,,,,lovingly bullied? i guess? lmao for being able to bash out a few k in a day most days

What are your writing weaknesses?

this isn't so much a weakness i guess but i am basically incapable of treating crack fic as crack. if i have a cracky idea, it will, without a doubt, end up turning into a Perfectly Serious fic somehow (notable 'crack treated so seriously that it's no longer crack' fics include: todoroki doing the freeze-the-ocean thing from frozen 2, 'shmigaraki', todo and denki get together bc of vine references, the league sells feet pics, shiggy and natsu own a nightclub/bakery, scooby doo but make it bnha, and dabi getting his ears pierced at claire's)

but in all seriousness, i think my main weakness is that i often get comfortable? and i'm not one to typically push myself forcefully out of my comfort zone when it comes to stories that i come up with on my own, which often means that ideas inspired by discussions with others are what prompt me to branch out and try new things?

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i think, like anything, it has its place? there are certainly stories where it makes sense to do that and even adds depth to a story, although i personally am not exceptionally comfortable enough with other languages (except maybe asl) to do that in fic myself without the assistance of someone very comfortable with that language lmao

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

the phandom! not really my jam to write rpf anymore but it definitely got me started and i'm really grateful for my time writing there, as everyone was super supportive and kind, and it was really a perfect place for a beginner to get comfortable and practice

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

again, forcing me to choose between my children...i really don't know that i can pick one fic bc they all exist in such wildly different spaces? i poured my worldbuilding soul into the king of disaster series (mainly dabihawks - x), exile (dan and phil - x) was my first massively long fic, our hearts are heavy burdens we shouldn't have to bear alone (chayea - x) is probably my favorite character/character dynamic study, i'm exceptionally proud of the smut in chosen (zhongchi - x), the list goes on and on and on lmao like. i could probably list half my fics as favorites in some regard dsflkjdfsjkl

anyway, tyty bellamy for putting this on my dash so i could do it as well!!

tagging: literally anyone who wants to do this, i have so many writer friends slkdjfjklsdf but please please tag me if u do it so i can read urs!!! 💜💜💜

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thermaboo · 4 years

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Happy Here || Villain!Reader X Shoto Todoroki

Warning: Reader is yandere, Noncon, recording, HEAVY Angst, Degradation, Slapping, verbal abuse, kidnapping, reverse noncon, very NSFW

All characters are 18+, and you have to be too to read this.

Word Count - 3.6K

a/n: If you follow me, you’ve probably seen this post 900 times because tumblr has been struggling to upload things properly, if you’re seeing this in the tags, hello~~~ Anyway, lmao nothing smacks harder than breaking in a strong character bruh and thats that! I typed this like a woman possessed so if you see a mistake mind ya business lmao.

He looked into the abandoned building, getting a reading that there was an energy source in the area. The sidekicks in his agency scoured the bottom levels and he went straight to the source. Today was supposed to be his day off, he really didn’t want to be out at this time. It was your 3 year anniversary, and he had to see it through without you.

It’s been 14 months and 23 days since you’ve gone missing.

If he had known that final call would be your last. He would've stayed on the phone with you longer, he would’ve talked about something else besides work, he would’ve told you not to go out. So many would haves and should ofs, none of them brought you back home.

His mind returned to the present, his feet had carried him to where he needed to be without the consciousness to follow it. It was useful for work, but otherwise a sign of his emotional disturbance. The floor was empty, a few broken windows illuminated the dirty flooring with a late evening orange. There were some glass bottles in the corner and pieces of trash strewn about. It looked properly abandoned, but the pulsating radar said differently. There was something in this room, but absolutely nothing at all.

He walked around the room, noticing a faint difference in temperature in a certain spot in the room. He walked through it a few times just to make sure he wasn’t making it up, but the last time he did it the temperature difference vanished. In an instance a rope like material surrounding him, leaving him in an upright but uncomfortable position.

“Hello love, I’ll be a bit late again, please don’t wait up for me.”

“It’s okay hun, I’m going out with a friend tonight.”

“Please be safe and enjoy yourself. I know I’ve been really busy but just in case you make it back home before me, I have some wonderful news to tell you.”

“Oh! Don’t leave me in suspense Sho, I’m gonna be thinking about it all night!”

“It’s a surprise, you’ll love it, I promise.” He glanced at the small jewelry box on his desk, hoping that you love it just as much as he loves you.

“Okay” He could hear your pout even through the phone. “Well I miss you okay, take a break if you need to. I love you.”

“Love you more.”

A figure walked into view from the dark, taking him out of his thoughts once more. A mask obscuring your face, whirring in the darkness with a faint glow. It illuminated the body underneath, a light green glow against your figure.

"Who are you", he shouted, trying to seem confident. He was a pretty powerful hero, he wasn't used to being so easily caught. There wasn't any response on your end, you simply tilted your head and stared at him through your mask. The whirring and the sound of his teammates running around confused being the only thing in the room. He rocks against his bindings, sending out a distress signal to notify the others of his location. You both hear the pings echo across the floor, the door slams open. Izuku looks around confused.

"Todoroki?"

"I'm here!" he calls out, watching his friend whip around confused. Izuku sighs and quickly leaves, assuming it was a mistake and all the machinery was acting up.

What's happening.

You laugh, voice aggressively distorted through your mask. He's still not frightened, not letting go of his hope that he can escape this. He tries again to activate his quirk to no avail, the bindings are quirk proof.

You continue laughing at him in the vague encroaching darkness of the room. "Who ARE YOU" he shouted a little louder. An explosion went off in the distance, the building groaned at the nearby pressure. Any heros currently in the building rushed towards the sound of destruction, realizing that this was a distraction.

The small device next to you fizzled at the tap of your foot, emitting a large energy pulse before turning off. You pulled out a scanner of your own to demonstrate how that mysterious ping on it before is suddenly gone. Curious.

You walked up to the man in front of you, his heterochromic eyes stared at you intently, trying to figure out who this mysterious woman was. You still said nothing. You didn't think it was possible for him to get any stronger but he looked bulkier since you've last seen him. A little darker, maybe not as nice to others, cold, frigid. You imagined what his interactions were like now in days. Did he try seeing anyone else, did he still hang out with friends? Did he even miss you? Your partners only showed you so much before leaving, all you’ve seen of him in months were through short videos and pictures, and he seemed so happy that you were gone. You stroked your hand up his chest, feeling around your old stomping grounds, trying to test the waters of your guilt. See if there's still any left.

All you felt was hatred, pure, unbridled hatred. You held his head delicately, patting his frayed hairs away as you thought about how much you missed his head. How he would lay in your lap and let you play with his hair and tell you about his day. Days you had ripped from you, days he seemed to forget. The pro hero was shaking in your grasp, you're not sure if it was from fear or the uncomfortable positioning of the ropes, but either was fine for you. You grabbed him by his hair and forced his vision up, you got your answer. It was fear.

"What was that explosion? What are you doing." He lets out in slight trembles.

"Oh, just a few friends. Don't worry about them, you can't do shit for them anyways."

“Why is this happening?”

“Because I can Shoto, because

can. They can handle that without me, but here, here is where I’m needed.”

He had no clue what you were talking about, the fear was starting to get to him. Usually there’s some kind of motive behind these sorts of things, but this seemed entirely too personal. He can’t help but notice how familiar you look and a thought crosses his mind.

You let one hand roam downward fiddling with the zipper of his hero costume. Giggling under her heavy breathing. "Stop.”

You keep going. Slowly.

"Please."

Slower.

"Ple-" a smack lands across his face, he doesn’t bother to move his face back, he just leaves it there. He isn't weak by a long shot, but right now there wasn't a single fight in him, he just wanted to run.

His mind replays the moment of panic. When her friend called to see if she simply didn’t leave your shared apartment.

“Hey Todoroki, I know she said you were at work, but do you know if she left the house.”

His whole body paused, “Yes, she left, she was walking when she last called me.”

“I-”. The sound of traffic and wind blew through the call. “She never showed up. I’ve called her and text her a dozen times and she didn’t respond. I don’t want to worry you I just-. I don’t know what happened.”

“I will call you back.” He hung up and immediately called you while running out of his office, call after call after text and nothing. He left a few panicked voicemails, hoping that you just had your phone on silent and was busy. His mind reeled at the possibilities, trying his hardest to think the best of the situation. Yeah, he’d arrive home and you’d be asleep on the couch, wrapped up in your favorite blanket, Tv cycling through Netflix shows. Maybe you realize you didn’t want to go, and forgot to tell your friend. Maybe-

The door to your apartment opened, silent, cold, nothing. He ran through the apartment checking everything, even underneath the pillow hoping there would be some kind of sign of you. All that was left was a funny little drawing you left for him on the whiteboard near the door. “Don’t forget to eat! There’s some Soba in the fridge, I won’t be gone too long!”

He rang the police and then your friend. “She hasn’t responded to any of my calls or text, and she’s not at the apartment. I’ve called the police.” The both of them continued the call in silence, hoping to say something that would reassure the other but nothing came to mind.

"Awwww, look who came to visit."

You poked at the forming bulge in his pants. "You're fucking sick, you know that?".

He cranes to look down, unaware that his body was reacting without his mind. "Let me fucking go,” he strains against his bindings, desperate to escape whoever this was torturing him.

You squeeze his dick, and laugh again. "Or what? Where are you going to run to? Who's gonna hear you? You're in my world now." He tries to move away from your touch and you just persist. "Do you get this hard for every villain that touches you or just me?" He pushes against his restraints and looks at you with murderous but fearful intent. "You still don't know me? I'm hurt." His brain hurts trying to figure out who this woman was, wanting to figure out anything that can vaguely put some kind of understanding to this situation. He couldn't think of anything but-

Was it?

Who else had that quirk.

Images flashed in his head to you two holding hands in a crowd, he watched as the world continued on without any notice of their presence. The cars drove straight through them, people walked right by them, they were there and weren't all at once. "See, it's neat I guess but I can't go much further than here. One layer below this and it's pretty much the same thing with less people. One to the left has a weird saturation to it."

"I think it's amazing Y/n"

"Really?" You ask, unsure of how to feel. He was very confused at your insecurity, you were just not trained, but pocket dimensions were surely a powerful quirk. He wondered just how many of these dimensions there were?

He came back to his senses when he felt his dick pop out of his boxers. His memories fade into the darkness of his reality that keeps calling him back when he so badly wants to escape. In his mind he still has you, you’re safe, and this isn’t happening to him. For a second, the thought passes by that whoever this is may kill him, and he may get to see you again. He quickly shakes the thought away, you were alive, and he was going to find you one day. He mentally berated himself for even entertaining the thought of this being you or death.

"Shotooooo, I'm trying so hard to get your attention? Why do you keep leaving me?” You lift your mask slightly to accommodate his length in your mouth, you almost forgot how much you enjoyed this. Almost. Your lips bop up and down paying close attention to his cute pink head, it was always so pretty. Lucky for Shoto, it was always prettier in your mouth. You drag your nails around his thighs, making sure to draw blood on your way back. He arches, hating himself for responding to your actions

His dick leaves your mouth with a sickening pop, “How's my little Pro Hero? Think about how many people needed your help while you were here, you didn't even clock out for this.” You rest your head on his thigh and lazily stroke his cock, “you couldn’t even save your girlfriend.”

“Shut the fuck up you don’t know a thing about her.”

“Oh, really struck a chord there. Didn’t think you cared about her that much, especially because you’re gonna cum to some villain you can’t even recognize.” You begin to pick up the pace, precum coating your hand and filling the air with a wet gliding sound. “Or can you hold it in? Can you do it for her? Her dead body is in a ditch somewhere, and here you are, about to come on some other chick's hand.”

He said nothing, you could tell from the faint light that was left in the room that he was crying. Oh god did you love seeing those tears. You felt a familiar tensing underneath you and you prepared for what was going to happen next and placed your mouth over his cock again. His groans mixed with his sobs and he came in your mouth, you swallowed quickly and smiled upwards at him.

“I think she’ll forgive you for cumming, after all, the conditions weren’t entirely fair.” You stand up and turn on a lamp next to you before activating a button to readjust his ropes. He hit the floor with a thud and you could hear him groaning behind you before the bindings quickly tightened to their new position. You turn back around and take your place on top of his thighs, your hands reaching upward to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

“Sho are you okay?” He wasn’t sure if that was the memory or the woman on top of him, quite frankly they’re both starting the sound the same.

“Babe you’ve been so silent, are you okay? You sat across from him, holding his hand. You two were at a Diner, it seemed very late.

“Yes, I’m alright, I’m not sure where I went.”

“I understand, you smile at him and squeeze his hand.” There is only one cup on the table.

Izuku walks between the tables looking concerned.

“Midoryia, nice seeing you, we were just waiting for our food.” The green haired man stares at him sympathetically and puts his hand on his shoulder.

“Shoto, I think you need to see someone.”

“Why?” He looks in front of him, no one’s there. The seat is empty. It dawns on him that he’s done it again, went off on an adventure like he used to do with someone who wasn’t there. He paid the tab and quickly left, making sure to ignore the concerned faces of people who recognized him and must’ve seen him talking to himself.

“Izuku.”

“Yes?”

“Do you think she’s dead?”

Reality welcomes him back and he sees the top of your head laying down on him. You’re very warm, it sounds like you’re muttering something to yourself.

You snap up, glossy eyes connecting with his heterochromatic ones. “I was worried you might have died.” There wasn’t an ounce of seriousness in your voice. He continued to say nothing and you could feel him tremble again. He must have noticed that you were no longer wearing pants or underwear. The sound of burning in the distance still emanated in the air. This was all so horrid, well, for him at least.

You pull off the mask hiding your face and he begins to struggle underneath you wildly. You hold on to the sides of his hip and let him thrash about.

“No no no no NO NO NO!”

“Shhhhh It’s okay, it’s me.” You crawl upwards to be closer to him, you watch him, wild and confused underneath you. He looks like an animal caught in headlights. “I’m gonna make this all so much easier for you.” You glide back down him, hand reaching first for his dick. You give him a few good strokes and hover above him, seeing if he’d move on his own.

There was nothing.

You know, I don't know why you idiot Heros have big cocks if you're not gonna use it. You plunge all the way down him, earning a delicious whimper as he twitches inside of you, clearly feeling overstimulated by what's happening. "Awwwww, I forgot you were a virgin. I’m not anymore, but I was thinking about you every time they touched me.” His insides felt like liquid, he hated this. He wanted to lose his virginity to you, but not like this. He still sees you as the soft girl he met at a bakery, he sees your smile as you giggled in the rain underneath your umbrella, he remembers all the times he's confided in you, and the memory can not merge with who you are now. Corrupted, violent, dark.

You continue bouncing on his dick, watching him writhe underneath you. You wonder where he is right now, he looks at you so betrayed, so lost, but you can't tell if its painful or in lust. At this point, it doesn't matter and it all becomes a muddled mixture of everything.

"Y/n, p-please. This isn't you."

You slowly lift your bottom half, making sure to keep eye contact with those beautiful eyes, waiting to see the moment when he loses all his composure.

"You don't know that. You don't know anything about me." You slowly go back down on him, making sure it feels like blissful hell. "Where were you Shoto?"

You slammed down again. "I needed you." Slam. "And you weren't there." Slam. "You weren't there for so fucking long." Slam. "But you're here now."

"I'm sorry I didn't save you. I won't leave you again." He's crying a cry you’ve never seen before. It should invoke worry in you, bring out the motherly instincts you always had for him, but instead it made you crave to see him broken like this again and again. You look at him tenderly and stroke his cheek. He seems like he’s on the verge of losing it.

“You're a good boy shoto, always have, always will be. And I can't hate my good boy.” He can’t escape to his head anymore, you were here, you were finally here with him.

You buck down on him, one hand leaned back on the concrete other on your phone's record button. You pull your mask down in order to distort your voice. "Show me you’re sorry". He bucks up into you, completely blissed out. His rhythm is sloppy and desperate, he can’t really think straight anymore. All of his thoughts are of you, and you were happy like this. He just wants to make you happy.

The light from the camera is blinding him, he should be covering his face, he should be doing something but he can't bring himself to fight against you. He smiles back at you and all he can manage out is a weak "I love you."

You look at him through your screen and he looks absolutely beautiful like this. Sweat plastered to his face, deep in a breakdown that you're sure he'll never recover from. You feel yourself going ragged against him, slapping his face as you near your end. He can't even form words anymore. Not an ouch, not a stop, just groaning and incoherent words. He's so close.

You slow your movements and grab him by the throat, just tight enough for his dick to feel it, but not tight enough for him to not be able to talk. "You're fucking worthless you know that right?"

"Yes."

"You're nothing without me."

"I'm nothing with or without you."

You pause and smile underneath the mask, surprised that you broke him down that badly in such a short time span.

"You're a fast learner. Now, smile Princess." You set your sights on the end and continue riding him with all the strength you had left. He obliges you, smiling with exhaustion, up at the light. You position your body at the right angle so his cock hits everything at the right angle, and you feel yourself flying over the edge of your orgasm. Your body spasms violently, your sure the camera is probably disoriented. Your hips continue to meet with his as you ride out your orgasm. He shortly met his own, moans and sobs echoing throughout the abandoned room.

You hope you caught that because you sure as hell couldn't see it through your own orgasm still burning through you.

You stopped the recording and laid on his chest in silence. A sticky liquid continued to drain down your legs, a lot of it actually. You tried not to focus on the feeling of his cum in you, it could probably get you going again and you definitely didn't need that. You instead listened to his heavy breathing, it felt so nice to be home.

He watched you type something away on your phone before you looked up at him. "This is gonna be everywhere in probably....20 minutes? Maybe even less. Your father will probably try to have it taken down but you know how the internet is." He continued to breathe on the ground, still feeling waves of his pleasure mixed with shame. He knows his Hero career is essentially over, but maybe it's better this way. You were the only person to ever understand him, and if he couldn't show you his love through saving you, he'd show you his love this way. Even if you never love him again, even if he can only see you smile by being below you. He just wants to be your hero, even if that means he has to be the world's villain.

You ran your finger through his hair, he cuddled further into you silently. He must've seen the news reports about his disappearance. It’s been weeks and it’s still on every station, his father is probably pushing hard to get him back but you know better than that. Besides, everyone loves his videos, every time you post it blasts to the top of trending before being “removed”. He should be happy to know his son is still alive. Your captors, well, coworkers let you keep a pet and you’ll be damned if anyone takes him away from you. "You're happy here right Sho?"

He says nothing, he just clutches into you further, his breathing increasing with every moment. That familiar tremble began to accompany his breathing, he was going to cry again.

"There there love, there there."

#yandere bnha #yandere mha #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #yandere!todoroki

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mischiefandi · 3 years

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My Blog in 2021 <3

Hi everyone!!

I’ll be writing again soon and I wanted to give you guys some information on what I’m gonna be doing on here from now on. There’s gonna be a few changes to how I’ll be handling my blog and my writing which is why I’m making this post so everything makes sense and you know what’s coming <3

everything is below the cut ! ( this is quite a serious post ngl :)

Fandoms

As you’ve probably seen on my blog these past few weeks, I’ve fallen back in love with the Harry Potter universe and I’ve decided I will be writing fanfiction about Harry, Fred Weasley, and the Marauders (Wolfstar content, Sirius Black x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader, and some Marauders headcanons). I will still be writing for Peter Parker in the MCU fandom and I will also be writing for Drake Walker from the Choices fandom. However, I’ve decided that after I finish my series “A Shitty Love Song” (Stiles Stilinski x Reader), I will officially stop writing for Stiles.

He’s still one of my comfort characters but I don’t feel as inspired anymore and because Teen Wolf ended so long ago now, I just don’t feel the same love for it as I used to. I will definitely still reblog gif sets and shitposts about Teen Wolf!! and I will not stop talking about Stiles on my blog lmao but I won’t be writing about him anymore. I know a lot of people follow me for that, so I apologise if you feel let down or disappointed.

I really appreciate all the love and the support you guys have been surrounding me with ever since I joined the Teen Wolf fandom, and I still love yall and will gladly discuss the show with you guys!! Thank you for understanding, I really hope you’ll still enjoy my blog and my content!

NSFW Content

Because I was a minor up until last August, I wasn’t comfortable with writing smut or NSFW content. My views on NSFW content on tumblr have changed a lot in the past few months and I have realised that I am now responsible for the content that I decide to share with readers and followers. I am 18 years old and I now feel comfortable writing smut, meaning I will be posting NSFW fics on my blog starting now. However, I would like to make some things clear:

If you are under 18 years old, I ask that you do not interact with my NSFW content. You are allowed to read my other fanfiction and you are allowed to interact with my blog and with me, however, my NSFW content is off limits. I know that this won’t necessarily make sense to everyone, and I know people will be upset, but this is a boundary I will enforce for your own protection as well as my own. I really am sorry if you feel disappointed or feel excluded, but smut is written pornography and there is a reason why the law prohibits minors from interacting with it.

As a legal adult, I do not feel comfortable supplying minors with sexual content. All minors, including my friends/mutuals, will be blocked if they interact with my NSFW content, so I ask again: please do not interact with my NSFW content if you are under 18, regardless of where you live, where you’re from, and regardless of your past sexual experiences. I will not be making exceptions and this isn’t up for discussion. I really do not want to be rude or act pretentious, but this really is a necessity and I will be taking this seriously.

Like I said, I will now start writing smut, however I will only be writing smut about 18 year olds and above. I do not feel comfortable writing smut about minors, even if they are 16-17. I know that minors engage in sexual behaviour in real life, but like I said, I do not feel comfortable writing about it. I also will not be writing non-con content, nor will I write about incest or dubious consent content. I ask that you please respect my choice.

For the sake of transparency, I will keep tagging the sexual content on my blog as NSFW and I will add it in the warnings above my fanfiction every time. Again, I ask that you respect these boundaries if you are a minor. I also ask that the other adult creators tag my writings as NSFW if they decide to reblog them. Thank you!!

Lastly, because I am 18, I want to say that if you feel uncomfortable with me interacting with your content or talking to you, do not hesitate to tell me and I will respect your own boundaries. Friendships on tumblr are complicated because everyone can stay anonymous while maintaining relationships with each other, which can make some people very uncomfortable, especially minors. I will completely understand if you would rather I stay away from your blog.

What I Read

I love reading people’s fanfiction and I really try to be supportive of my friends and their content however I have realised that there are a few things I see that make me uncomfortable, which is why I have decided to tell you guys that I will not be reading NSFW content about real people anymore. I don’t judge creators that do write about real people, nor do I necessarily disagree with them, I just know that it doesn’t make me feel comfortable anymore so I will not be reading those kinds of fics anymore. I am really sorry if that upsets or disappoints you but I’m not going to force myself to read things that make me feel uneasy haha.

Also, I don’t think I have ever interacted with fanfiction that talks about someone’s real life trauma because it always made me feel extremely uncomfortable, and I don’t intend on starting now so please don’t tag me in content like that! I don’t want to disrespect your work or your writing, but I feel that there are certain boundaries we have to respect as “fans” and romanticising a real person’s personal trauma is just not right in my eyes (Dylan O’Brien’s accident for instance). Yes, this includes past relationships or exes (something I didn’t always respect but now I do).

Speaking of trauma, I would like to specify something.

I will not, and will never romanticise a character on here who’s personality revolves around his/her/their trauma (yes, even if it’s fictional). It was a big issue with Arvin Russell in the Tom Holland fandom, and it will be an even bigger issue when Cherry comes out. I used to read Mitch Rapp fanfiction, something that I don’t intend on doing anymore, unless it’s soft Mitch who’s resolved his issues haha. If a character’s entire story arc and trauma has turned them into a violent and mentally ill person, it is not something that I want to romanticise or fantasize about. It can be harmful because it reinforces the idea that toxic relationships and/or violence are romantic or sexy things. They aren’t.

What to expect on my blog for the next few months

I will be writing again in two weeks and here is what I’ve got cooking:

I will finish posting A Shitty Love Song

I will be writing a series about Harry Potter and an OC (this is a big project I’m taking on so I won’t be giving more details until I’ve really worked on it)

I will be writing a Fred Weasley series (will include smut so prepare yourselves haha)

I will be writing more Peter Parker one-shots and I might have some series ideas for later down the line

I will be writing more Drake Walker one-shots

I will be finishing writing the song blurb requests I got way back in November (im sorry it’s been so long!!)

I will also be starting a new weekly thing on my blog. I’ll explain the details in a couple of weeks but there will be a taglist so you guys get notified when we play <3

I WILL BE PLANNING A 1.2K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION WHEN I’M DONE WITH EXAMS I LOVE U GUYS

I realise that this post is insanely long and not exactly fun to read, so if you’ve stuck around till the end, thank you so much!! Please respect the boundaries I have set for my blog and please try to understand where I’m coming from before you do anything haha. I really don’t mean to act all high and mighty or superior to anyone, I’m really not haha, but I do feel responsible for the content I share on here and this is a post I’ve been meaning to make for quite some time now. I love you guys so so so much, thank you for 1.2K followers!! I feel blessed and I am so so so excited to keep creating content for you and for myself. 2021 will be awesome <333333

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syilcawrites · 4 years

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archived memories | 3

Series: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Type: Multi-Chapter Main pairing: Zelink (Zelda and Link) Rated: T Tags/Genre: pre-calamity, fluff (middle chapters mostly), hurt (toward the last chapters lmao), pining Summary: bits and pieces of zelink scenes strewn in between the canon memories in botw! Snippet from Ch 3: “His knuckles were white from gripping the hilt so tightly, she was sure that he was about to snap it off. It seemed as if he had forgotten how to relax. As if he was simply waiting for the worst to happen.” A/N: Shortly after Memory 4 Still getting a feel of writing these characters, so apologies if it seems a bit ooc heh. Enjoy! You can also read it on ao3! Click here to see all chapters on tumblr

Chapter 3: apology

Link grabbed her by her shoulders, checking her up and down, turning her body, searching for blood.

“Link, please—“ Zelda swatted his hands away, but he paid no mind to it. “I’m fine—hey!” Zelda yelped as he got dangerously close to a ticklish spot no one knew about. “ I promise you, I didn’t get hit!”

He stopped when he finally heard the tone in her voice. He let out a short exhale and finally took a step back, scrutinizing her under his gaze for a few seconds more before he tilted his head to the side. He nodded off toward a direction in the distance, Gerudo Town.

For once, Zelda walked behind him.

She hugged her arms around herself, her eyes never peeling away from his as he scoured the desert, Master Sword gripped tightly in his hand. She always thought the sword looked too big for him—he could never relax whenever he held it out. It was always bent up at an angle, because it was too long for him.

Every now and then he would glance back at Zelda, to make sure that she was still following him. A glance that she wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t been staring at him the entire time.

When she pushed away that hatred and jealousy, she realized that he was nothing more or less like her—she was merely a girl, and he was merely a boy. Both destined for something larger than their fragile bodies; bodies made of flesh and bone. Despite that, and despite her sharp tongue and fire-stringed words ever since they met, he didn’t hesitate to jump in front of her. She knew it was part of his job as her appointed knight but... the thought of him throwing himself into danger without a second thought both terrified and annoyed her.

But guilt, more than anything, creeped up into her heart as they made their way to the entrance.

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They met Urbosa at the outskirts of the town, who immediately went to their aid the moment she was notified.

“I’m fine, they didn’t touch me—“ Zelda sighed as Urbosa checked her up and down, much like Link. At that point, she was just about ready to let them do what they wanted just so they could have a peace of mind.

“They better not have,” Urbosa growled, glaring out into the desert. “They’ve been coming here more frequently, you must be more careful,” she urged. Zelda nodded, hoping that it would suffice to show that she understood. She found that the longer she stayed here, the faster her energy seemed to drain from her, and at this point she just wanted to go back to the castle.

Link grabbed a map from his pocket, opening it up—a map of the desert. He circled the location that they were previously at and pointed off toward a location… into the mountains.

“I see…” Urbosa narrowed her eyes. “They ran off in that direction?”

Link nodded.

“This is more information than we’ve had previously, thank you, Link. At least we have some sense of where they could possibly be located now. You must’ve made them scurry off in fear if they all ran the same way.” This time, Urbosa observed the both of them in worry. “Are you sure you two don’t want to stay though? We can probably sneak in your little knight with a few disguises if need be.”

He turned his attention to Zelda, waiting, letting her decide.

“Oh!” Zelda shifted, stepping forward. “No, we’ll head back to the castle. I appreciate your concern though, Urbosa.” Zelda shook her head.

“Again, you must be more careful.” Urbosa sighed, rubbing Zelda’s shoulders comfortingly. Her smiles have always calmed Zelda down. “Let's hope we meet under better circumstances. I’ll send guards to escort you to the stables at least. They’ll be right behind you.”

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Zelda gripped her notebook tightly in her hand, with Link once again taking lead. He hadn’t relaxed at all throughout the entirety they were there, and the tension only grew the further they trekked across the sand. She scribbled quickly in her notebook, jotting down her tumultuous thoughts before they escaped her. She would apologize, for being needlessly troublesome.

When would she apologize? That was an entirely different question she would have to deal with later.

Zelda tapped her pencil on the quill, considering her thoughts for a moment. Would her apology matter? She had been nothing but rude to him, for most of their interactions. He was simply doing his job in protecting her while she made that job all the more difficult for him. And he had no reason to—

Zelda almost bumped into him as Link held out the harness to her horse toward her, eyes hard; or maybe distracted. Distraction didn’t seem to fit him, though.

Concern?

“Oh! Um, thank you.” She stuffed her notebook into her pack, hoping her ‘thank you’ carried more weight than how it presented itself.

He merely nodded in affirmation, but she could see the slight tension between his brows soften.

The ride back was quiet, but she didn’t desire any sort of conversation this time to fill the empty silence. She sighed as the wind rustled through her hair, letting the last remnants of sand flutter away. It helped the fear from earlier also melt away from her.

She noticed that even on horseback, he still had the Master Sword out, drawn and ready to strike, as if he was simply waiting for the moment for another attack. His knuckles were white from gripping the hilt so tightly, she was sure that he was about to snap it off. It seemed as if he had forgotten how to relax.

As if he was simply waiting for the worst to happen.

Zelda frowned and urged her horse to go just a little bit faster, so that they were matching pace.

“Link,” Zelda started, trying to catch his attention. He looked at her in surprise and slowed down; Zelda followed suit.

“Link.” She said again, with more power this time. They had slowed to a trot. He held up a hand, signaling her to wait. Which was fine, because she was a bundle of nervous nerves. As she gathered her bearings, she noticed how he darted his eyes around, scanning the area around him. When he was finally satisfied with knowing nothing was going to jump out at them, he nodded at her.

“I’m sorry.” She blurted out, heat rushing to her cheeks. She, unfortunately, made eye contact with him the moment she had said it, and couldn’t find it in herself to tear her gaze away from those awfully blue eyes. She felt like if she did, her apology wouldn’t matter.

At least not for her.

“For everything.” She exhaled, her tense shoulders grew slack. “I went to Gerudo Town to avoid being with you, since I was tired of you following me everywhere, but that was selfish of me. I didn’t really consider how my actions would affect you, and it was quite immature of me.”

At this point, their horses had both stopped moving.

“I…” Now, she couldn’t help but glance down. Zelda chewed her lip, cursing herself. Now she couldn’t bring herself to look back up at him. “I hope you forgive me. I wish to make amends, if you can find it in your heart.”

Oh Goddesses, why did it sound like she was confessing to him? Although it wasn’t entirely off center, it was a confession of some sorts.

He didn’t say anything for a minute, which felt like an entire lifetime to her. Of course he wouldn’t so easily accept her apology—it was rather half baked and impulsive. She had a whole plan written out in her head and she was going to write it down but her quill had run out of ink and for some reason she felt compelled to just do it right then and there.

Zelda played with the harness in her hands. She could feel him just... staring at her. Zelda calmed her racing heart by thinking of the worst case scenario. He could simply say that he… didn’t accept it. That really was the worst thing, wasn’t it? Nothing would change.

Nothing would change...

Her heart plummeted at the thought of it.

Then, his hand came into view—reaching for her.

Zelda hastily looked back up at him; it was hard to hide the hopeful gaze she had.

His hand was held out, palm up, staring at her with those mysterious blue eyes that she could never seem to decipher. Zelda held up her own hand, one eyebrow quirked up as she reached for his hand. She had no idea what she was doing, and if he wanted her to reach out, but she did whatever felt like instinct to her.

He was solemn in his actions, looking at her as serious as the day she announced him as her appointed knight.

Zelda hesitantly placed her hand on top of his, and he held it tightly, whole heartedly, accepting.

He squeezed her hand, brushed a thumb over her knuckles, then let go.

Her heart skipped a beat at his slight gestures, at the signals and signs that she had yet to completely understand. Her hand lingered in the air for a moment, cold after his hand left hers.

It was the first time she really understood what he was saying, even if it was only bits and pieces of what he was trying to convey to her.

Zelda drew her hand back to her chest, clenching it near her heart. She looked back up at him to find him smiling at her—a smile that did not quite reach his eyes, but it was a smile that was truly his.

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bruh-haikyuu · 4 years

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lmao i thought a tag list is a list where you tag people in ur writing so they’re notified and a masterlist was where you put all ur work 🤔 idk tho

wait fuck really?? Lmaoo idk either bro I lived like half my life without internet and it took me 2 years after I got my phone to figure out how to turn off my ringer, so I’m sorry if I caused any misunderstandings 😔😔

But just to make it clear in my case though, the taglist linked on my homepage is a list of hashtags to redirect you to writings of the characters or just any content on here. If you want me to change on how I refer to it (e.g: change it to directory on my description), please let me know below!! Thanks 💕

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fresh-outta-jams · 5 years

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Plastic Heart - Part 4

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: hehehehehehe here we go bro I’m so excited. Let me know what you think!!! Pretty please? Replies and reblogs make an author’s entire day better <3 Warnings: None? Some swears lmao Word Count: 1.5k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4

You’d decided beyond a shadow of a doubt that your Geology Lecture was the most boring class on the face of the earth. You’d read so many fanfictions during it while managing to take decent enough notes that they really should have given you double credits for it. You had an -A in the class, and honestly it was one of your best grades. It wasn’t even that the material was boring; it wasn’t. But the professor droned on and on and on and covered every single bullet on his PowerPoint for around five minutes each.

Never had a two hour class felt so long.

So, while you sat there, certainly not entertained enough by the class to do anything better, you scrolled through AO3 until you found something good to read and lazily scrolled through that while sitting there.

Near the end of the lecture, you took a break from your fic long enough to notice the tickle in the back of your throat. It was probably nothing, though, so you packed up your things and walked to your next class.

It was not, however, nothing.

Once you got settled into your Spanish class, the tickle in the back of your throat had evolved into a pain, and it hurt every time you swallow. Your Spanish class was short though, so when things went from mildly uncomfortable to more than a minor nuisance, you were on your way back to your apartment anyway to grab a quick lunch.

Maybe it was the cold, or maybe it was...something worse, but on the way back was when the congestion hit hard and you could barely breathe through your nose. Great. Just great. You were sick with some virus. How was it that you had gotten sick this quickly? This morning you felt fine!

So, you pulled open the door to your apartment and walked inside, stomping the extra snow off of your boots. Up in the cupboard somewhere, you had a thermometer. After some digging around, you managed to find it, and sure enough...you had a fever.

“Fuck!” You groaned and dug around the medicine cabinet for Tylenol, popping a couple before heating up a can of soup for lunch. You walked to your bedroom and set your soup on the nightstand, grabbing your tissues and putting them on the bed. You dragged your trash can closer and then pulled your laptop out of your backpack so you could email your last professor of the day that there was no way you’d be able to make it to class, and that you had caught something.

It was then that you looked up at your BTS shelf, only to find that...none of your dolls were on it. They were all on the dresser below. Strange. You wondered how they had gotten like that, considering you lived alone and you were pretty sure no one else had a key… It wasn’t entirely out of the question that there could have been an earthquake maybe. Or maybe your downstairs neighbor had gotten another new speaker after blowing out the last one…

You weren’t entirely sure what had happened, but you walked over to check it out anyway.

***

“That is a bad idea.” Namjoon shook his head. The maknaes looked at him with disappointment. “We are not having a dance party. End of story.”

“We’re home alone all day. (Y/N) has class until late afternoon, I honestly don’t see why not.” Hoseok reasoned. “I know she has a lunch break, but she always grabs lunch with her friends, there’s literally no reason she’d come home during it.”

He had a good point. Namjoon looked at Yoongi, who only shrugged. “Guys, I thought we were going to try to be more careful after our...last mess-up.”

“And we know our order now. We won’t mess it up again, Namjoon.” Jimin promised, pouting those perfect lips of his. “Pretty please?”

“Fine, but I don’t want any part of it.”

That protest lasted all of about ten minutes until Jin and Hoseok managed to find your speaker, which they hooked up to your CD player for even louder music. It was a good thing the walls were thick in this place.

Namjoon didn’t know how to dance. None of them did. And yet, that didn’t stop them from trying. If you’d left your laptop here, they would have looked up some BTS videos to try their dances, but without it, they had no way to look up videos of any kind. So they made do, bopping along to the songs on Persona before switching it to Answer. Yoongi had found a flashlight and was using it as a makeshift strobe, flashing it on and off once Taehyung turned the lights off.

For the first time in their plastic lives, stuck in your boring bedroom, they actually had fun. It was strange and new, but they decided that they liked it, this new feeling.

That was, until they heard the noise, muffled through the wall.

“Fuck!”

“You guys, she’s home!” Yoongi notified the others, immediately flipping the flashlight off and making a dash for the drawer. “Ditch the speaker, move, move, move!”

“What do you mean she’s home? She’s not--” Jungkook was interrupted by the sound of the microwave beeping through the wall. You were home.

“I was right, wasn’t I? You just couldn’t listen?” Namjoon muttered, helping Hoseok turn the CD player off and unhook your speaker from it.

“Shut up, Namjoon and help me with the--”

You were closer now, your footsteps coming down the hall. There was no time left. The doorknob jiggled, and paralyzed with fear, all seven of them collapsed, doing what dolls do best: playing dead.

***

You walked over to the shelf and sniffled, cursing before turning around to grab a tissue. You wiped your nose and tossed it in the trash before resuming your investigation. What the hell had happened?

Eyes narrowed, you picked up Jin and put him back on the shelf. And then Yoongi and then Hoseok and then Namjoon. You put Jimin back up and then Tae, but before you could get him in place, you sneezed. And so did he.

“What the FUCK!” You dropped the doll, scurrying back over to your bed as fast as you could, grabbing the little model Louisville Slugger bat you kept beside your bed. It was a keepsake mostly. Mostly. But it was still made of wood, and it still had good balance, so you knew it could get the job done in a pinch.

Your room was deathly silent for a few moments, your heart racing as you stared at the Taehyung doll you’d dropped. Then, much to your horror, Yoongi talked.

“Great, look what you did, Tae. She’s traumatized.”

“I’m SORRY! I didn’t even know toys could sneeze!”

“Shut up!” You warned, holding up the bat while cowering against the wall. “Oh my God, I must be hallucinating…”

“We’re here for not even a month and we break the biggest rule in the book. Good God.” Yoongi shook his head. The others aside from Yoongi and Tae hadn’t moved yet, but you could only assume they could too.

“M-Ma’am, we’re...we’re not going to h-hurt you.” Namjoon tried, his voice tentative. “You can p-put the bat down.”

“P-put the b-bat down my ass! Why would I- Jesus Christ, this is insane! I’m talking to a bunch of dolls! What is wrong with me?!”

“Nothing is wrong with you, (Y/N), we promise.” Hoseok joined the conversation. “It’s complicated, but we can--”

“I’m going crazy.” You sank down the wall, shaking your head. Tears were running down your cheeks and you were shaking. “I’m gonna get locked up forever. Oh my God…”

“Hey!” Namjoon was a little firmer this time. He hopped down from the shelf, causing you to attempt to wriggle further away despite the fact that you were already up against the wall. There was nowhere else to go. “Nothing’s going to happen to you, alright? I wouldn’t let that happen. None of us would.”

You still didn’t budge, still paler than any of them had ever seen you. They were lucky you hadn’t passed out, honestly.

“D-don’t come any closer!” You pulled your blanket around you like that would do anything aside from working as a very weak shield against them. “I’m warning you!” It was silly to try to be threatening against them while you were shaking like a leaf, but you tried anyway.

“I’m your bias, right? Will you listen if I try to explain? I won’t come any closer, I promise. I’ll sit right here on the dresser. Would that be okay?” Yoongi had to give Namjoon credit; he did work well under pressure.

You thought about it for a long moment, studying Namjoon carefully. He didn’t look deceitful. You ran a head count anyway, and yes, all seven of them were still in your line of sight.

“O-okay...Namjoon. Can I call you Namjoon?”

“You can call me whatever you want to, (Y/N).” He reassured you gently. “Namjoon works just fine.”

You took a shaky little breath, grabbing a tissue to wipe your tears and your running nose. “Just please tell me what’s going on…”

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