#i refuse to spam every ahs tag

[alex-the-anxious-2]

Jimmy Darling ily

Close ups under the cut :)

the one with the lobster plush is based off an interaction with the jimmy darling tumblr account :D too scared to @ so sorry

[etherealluminescence]

I would like to request one NSFW fic of Mammon x F!MC. Mammon is having a bad day and feeling down, but not to worry! F!MC is here to remind him how precious he is to her! Kinks: Praise, submissive Mammon. If you could add a little aftercare at the end that would also be great. He deserves love 💛

Hey anon, thanks for requesting!! Can do. We all need to praise our Mammon time to time so he knows he’s the best. 💓 I’m also wheezing cause my next request is a hardcore bdsm one where MC is the masochist and that’s so contrastive to this one.

I’ve got 3 more requests after this, 1 nsfw fic and 2 HCS. I’ll be posting them as soon as I can. (A few hours difference because I don’t want to spam the tag) 💕

Warnings : NSFW, praising, body worshiping, blowjob, submission. Preview :

“Ah, fuck, please.” He begged as your lips left his dick, stripping your panties off. Guiding him onto your bed, you climbed on top and slowly lowered yourself, placing your hands on his chest.

“I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”

SUB!Mammon x F!MC fic (NSFW)

Entering your room, Mammon slammed the door behind him and immediately made his way towards you. Before you could even say anything, he was already nuzzling his head into your neck, his trembling arms hugging you.

“Is something wrong, Mammon?” You question but his grip only tightens. It’s been a really shitty day for him, being accused of stealing when he was actually innocent for once, the witches tormenting him, Lucifer telling (threatening) him to bring up his grades. He just couldn’t take it.

You could tell all of this from the way he responded. Patting his head, you repositioned the two of so that he was now sitting on the floor, and you were on his lap. “Mammon, darling, I love you. You’re beautiful.” You whispered into his ear.

His only response was a few incomprehensible mumbles, he wasn’t going to cheer up with a few simple words.

Sensing that he’s not going to cooperate, you get off of him and kneel down, raising your ass slightly to give a good view, while bringing your face to his crotch. You were going to make him enjoy himself.

Pulling his zipper down, Mammon is a bit of a blushing mess. He still refuses to speak, and he is not stopping you, so you take it as a sign to continue, it’s not like it’s your first time anyways.

Pulling his briefs down, you make eye contact for a split second before you start to suck him. He instantly starts to whimper as your tongue swirls around, touching every part you could fit in your mouth. Underneath, the top, the sides, all of it.

Tangling his fingers in your hair, he pushes down slightly as you release him from your mouth. “I’m in control now, okay? Let me suck your big thick cock, I want to drink your delicious cum.” You praised as you continued to suck him off.

In truth, he did have a big and thick cock, and did you enjoy it. You grazed him with your teeth occasionally and passionately sucked, rubbing what you couldn’t fit as his moans and whines filled the room, encouraging you to continue.

“Ah fuck, please.” He begged as your lips left his dick, stripping your panties off. Guiding him to your bed, you climbed on top and slowly lowered yourself, placing your hands on his chest.

“I’m going to show you just how much I love you.” You said, pulling out before slamming yourself down on him. Mammon had always been loud, but this was probably the loudest he’s ever been.

You haven’t even made him cum yet, but he’s begging, whining, and crying your name out. As you begin to bounce, you strip him of his shirt, and begin the praise.

“You’re so amazing, darling. Your body is so beautiful, you’re just so beautiful. Your chest is so toned and gorgeous, I love it.” You praised as you took his right bud between your thumb and index finger and pinching.

Pinching his left bud now, you lower yourself to suck his right, pausing your activities down below. He was a panting mess, close to cumming, and you could tell. But before he cums, you were going to drill sweet nothings into his ears.

“You’re my one and only, you’re so strong and always protect me, and I would only want you to protect me, you’re perfect.” You gave his arm a squeeze with your right hand as you started to flick onto his bud.

“Haa... fuck please.. more.” Whether it was a request to be praised more or touched more, you would give it to him.

Pulling away, you sucked on his left bud this time as he slightly claws onto your back, you were teasing him way too much.

“I love you, you know? I believe in you, no matter what. I’ll always stand by your side.” He finally broke. He started to cry as you wiped his tears away to the side gently, and kissed him.

Your tongues fought for dominance but your’s ultimately won, sucking every inch of his mouth. You had figured he’d been accused of something, and were glad you hit the mark. Hopefully, he would feel better now.

Bringing yourself up, you slam back down and go faster and faster, his nails digging in more and more, both of you letting out noises.

You were quiet, panting, and saying his name once in awhile, while he was loud, screaming, and saying your name and cusses every few seconds.

You were sure at this rate the entire dorm house could hear, but you could not care less. The only one that matters is Mammon, and he knew that. He could always rely on you.

At long last the both of you came almost simultaneously, both of you being breathless and sweaty from your activities.

“Ya know, you’re the greatest thing that’s happen to me, right?” Mammon said as you got off of him.

How silly, it should be you saying that. You smiled and exchanged sweet words with each other. Finally gaining some strength, you got up and grabbed one of your towels, wiping left over cum off of him and you. You could always wash the towel later, anyways.

“I love you, darling. I meant everything I said. You’re amazing, beautiful, talented, and I’ll never leave you.” You whispered as you crawled back into bed, taking off your shirt and bra, pushing his head between your chest, cuddling him.

He deserved a little treat for being such a good boy.

[leemaht]

spare konoha dating hc's 🥺

believe it or not i had these in my drafts already. hope you enjoy :3

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boyfriend scenarios/dating headcanons

haiba lev, akinori konoha as your boyfriend

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warnings: none

pairings: lev x reader; konoha x reader

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lev

he is baby

you were in the same class. he noticed you but didn’t act on it except for occasional greetings in the hallways or small talk during lessons.

one day you got dragged to practice by one of your friends who apparently had a crush on one of the other players.

when lev saw you he walked over and asked why you were here. but not in a bad manner, but was rather excited. then you explained and he got kind of down because it sounded like you didn’t want to be here.

you saw it and added

‘but i would really like to see you play too, so give your best, alright?’

his face lit up and he was flowed by motivation.

‘i will! so watch me!’ and he ran back to the court. you had a light blushy smile on your face because of his cute reaction.

the next few weeks you came to practice every day and you could feel lev’s motivation rise up every time you set foot into the gym

he talked to you before and after practice and even started conversations in class. after a few days he asked you to have lunch with him, that’s when he asked you for your number too.

he texted you every day. texted? spammed!! but you didn’t seem annoyed, responded every time and laughed at his jokes. he didn’t really notice to have fallen for you until he realized that his thoughts were kind of always on you.

when you were hin class, he was literally staring at you the whole time. when he found a funny meme online he thought ‘i bet y/n would like that.’ and sends it to you. and his teammates are so annoyed! he talks about you 24/7.

kuroo made him realize. lev had one of his rants about you and kuroo was fed up.

‘alright we get it! n/n-chan is great and you like them!’

‘like them?’ and he thought about it and he was right.

was way too shy to confess at first. he started to get a bit distant and observe you from afar until it struck him.

at one practice yaku was going off on lev for being incompetent and stuff as per usual. but this was the first time you saw it and it made you feel really bad. lev looked so sad and defeated as he tried to explain himself to yaku.

you stood in between those two and defended him.

that’s when lev couldn’t take it anymore. he just blurted the confession out in front of the whole team.

‘y/n-chan, i really really like you! pleasebemygirl-/boy-friend.’ he said way too fast and way too loud. the whole gym had gone quiet. [they really hoped for you to accept. they all knew about lev’s feelings, i mean he is really obvious. they are like a super supportive family]

‘yeah, i’d really like that.’ you could hear them all breathe out at once.

cheering and a bear hug from lev after.

you had your first kiss on your first date. not because there was a mood but lev became over excited. he had planned this date for days and since this was his first date ever he researched. on. the. internet.

and this one article said that couples who kissed on their first date were reportedly less likely to separate. he believed this shady article.

he made it his goal to kiss you and desperately waited for the right moment. but every time he thought about it the moment was gone.

after a while he looked really down and you asked him what was wrong. he explained his problem. after that you chuckled and kissed him.

he blushed so badly. pouted a bit because he was the one who wanted to kiss you though.

study dates? well you have to tutor him... he has other qualities than being clever.

carries you around on his back, randomly picks you up bridal style or sneaks up to you from behind hugging you.

hear me out. he is the little spoon. i just really like the idea of him being hugged from behind while you nuzzle your face into his back

when he sees you first in the morning you bet he screams your name and waves even when he is still on the other side of the hallway. he is always so exited to see you.

this guy is an adhd (no offence) patient. he doesn’t even notice that he is fidgeting with your fingers or subconsciously braids your hair but doesn’t stop either when he realizes

good morning and good night texts every day

he picks you flowers when he sees them along his way

jealousy: always

when he sees you talking to one of your male classmates or even his teammates he starts pouting and won’t talk to you before you didn’t assure him how much you loved him and maybe kissed him. after he is back to his cheery self

konoha

this boy is a dork. a good one though

how you met? you were a friend and classmate of akaashi

akaashi had a team lunch scheduled at one break and he had totally forgotten about it because he was just eating with you.

the whole team [mainly bokuto] blew up his phone asking where he was. bokuto forced him to attend

‘but i’m with n/n right now.’

‘just bring them along.’ so you tagged along.

‘should i really? i mean it’s a team meeting.’

‘don’t worry, bokuto asked me to bring you more than once already. they will like you.’

you arrived and bokuto hugged you tightly 

‘n/n-chaaaan.’ after he introduced you to everybody

konoha was still missing though. 15 minutes into the lunch break he showed up out of breath from running and sat directly next to you, neither realizing your presence nor how close you were. he explained why he was late. after that bokuto just randomly remarked

‘btw that is l/n y/n next to you.’ that’s when konoha looked at you for the first time and scooted away from you out of embarrassment 

‘god i’m really sorry, i thought you were one of us.’

‘ah it’s fine’ and you smiled a wide closed-eye smiles which could brighten up the whole day of the person addressed. and it did. 

konoha blushed really bad as he reached out his hand for you to shake

‘konoha’ ‘y/n’

this was the moment he knew he wanted to get to know you better. you were so pretty

 the rest of the meeting konoha asked you tons of questions about yourself while the rest of the team except bokuto exchanged knowing glances and smirks

the next day he came to your class. he didn’t plan on talking to you but check on you so he awkwardly stood in the door frame looking for you. in vain. you were nowhere to be seen

right when he was about to leave he flinched as he heard your voice behind him

‘konoha-kun? what are you doing here?’

he was a stuttering mess,then akaashi saved him.

‘we need to talk about something club related’

‘i’ll leave you two to it then.’ and you walked to your seat

‘thanks you really saved my ass here.’

akaashi this little jerk wrote what happened into the group chat of the team. they all hyped him up to ask you out. at first he refused but they started bugging him so hard that he finally gave in. bokuto is his personal hype man. [lots of shoulder pats and thumbs up in the next few days.]

he got your number from akaashi and asked you for a meeting on the weekend

he took you to lunch and a long walk in the park were he confessed. he tried to be as cool and composed as possible but failed miserably

you let him speak though and gave him your sweetest smile to encourage him to continue. you didn’t look surprised though so he got a little worried

‘wait, did you know?’

‘not really, but bokuto’s sign language whenever we talked was a bis suspicious.’ he chuckled on your remark but knew that this joke didn’t mean you accepted him. he put his hand on the back of his neck and asked the question

‘y/n, i know we don’t know each other for long but when i first saw you i couldn’t take my eyes of you. you are the prettiest and nicest person i know. would you be my girl-/boy-friend?’ he was a bit calmer and freer in his speech after your remark

he lost his confidence though when you didn’t answer for a few seconds

‘ah, was that too much? i’m-’ you cut him off with a kiss. it was just a quick peck but it was enough to leave him speechless

‘yeah, i’d really really like that, konoha.’

he was so relieved.

he kissed you again right after, but this time deeper and more passionate, putting his hands on either side of your jaw as yours rested on his chest feeling his fast heartbeat.

at the beginning of your relationship he was nervous and rather shy really. you didn’t know each other that long so he was afraid that you might not like him anymore if he opened up too much at a time. but when he realized how serious you actually were about him he didn’t hesitate.

he shoots really bad jokes and pick up lines at you all the time. 

he shows you off so much. he is so proud of everything you do. the whole team knows every one of your test results and every meme you ever sent him.

he takes photos of you in private and posts them all over his social media [with your permission of course]

has a really pretty picture of you as his lock screen and wallpaper.

kiss him on his cheek while taking a selfie and you can be sure this guy gets a nosebleed

his room is hung with framed pictures of you [you two]

hugs? yes please. hug his waist and rest you head on his chest and he will marry you on spot. he also loves to hug you from behind and rest his head/forehead on your shoulder. that gets really awkward sometimes because he does that randomly even when you are chatting with your friends.

that’s also how he expresses his jealousy. when a guy is hitting on you he just walks up from behind, hugs you and stares the guy down with his piercing green eyes.

he likes to act cool in public, the team knows him as a joker but as soon as he is fully comfortable around you [which didn’t take long btw] he is a complete different person. he is a big softie, tells you all about his worries and likes to be comforted by you.

resting his head on your chest,listening to your heartbeat while you stroke his hair is his second favorite hobby apart from volleyball

lots of hand holding and side hugs as pda. also loves to have his arm around you waist as kind of protection from other guys

[keeroo92]

True North Pt 4

For @clevermentalitybeliever, thank you again for the delicious prompt! The requested spice will be in part five. Warning for a scene of abuse, Caleb’s an asshole.

Word count - 3,527

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Enjoy!

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---V---

He didn’t expect to get an answer. It was Thanksgiving, and you were probably busy with family and friends. He went back to work and did his best to focus, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what Nero told him.

Do I? Do I want more than friendship?

He wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like he would say no, but it seemed risky to admit to anything. Even to himself. How would it even work, if he did pursue you? As Nero said, would he have to find another job? What a hassle, especially after having worked so hard to improve here.

He sighed and reached for another item, a well-made sequin dress reminiscent of the 1920’s. Was it an original or a cheap replica? That was important to tell its value. He wasn’t as comfortable appraising clothing and took his time, inspecting the inner seams to determine if it had been made with a modern style of stitching. Inconclusive.

Were the sequins sewed on or glued? Ah, glued. Modern, then. Any glue from the actual era would have degraded by now. He scrawled a ten on the tag and hung it on the nearby rack. On to the next item, a tea set. Easy.

His thoughts returned to you as he autopiloted through the next group of items. It might not even matter what his own feelings were, considering your recent behavior. To sort out his own thoughts would only get him so far. There would be no easy resolution, regardless.

By the time he needed to head home or risk working overtime, he’d made little progress on his musings. The store itself showed more promise, the shelves stuffed to bursting with new items. He’d done well; most of the stock he’d assigned himself was complete. Enough for one day.

He locked the door and headed home, the rumble of his car a backdrop to his still troubled mind. Home held little appeal. To sit in silent loneliness until tumultuous rest claimed him as it did every night… Where else could he go? Everything was closed and the only person he knew in town was you.

To drive past couldn’t hurt…

He turned left, toward your home. A quick pass, then he’d leave. He wouldn’t linger.

But as he closed the last few yards, he slowed. A figure was sitting on the curb, hunched over as if in pain. His headlights illuminated your face and he hit the brakes. The startled look in your eyes was outshone by the darkness surrounding your left eye, and in a flash everything became crystal clear.

To see you in pain was unacceptable. He wanted you. He needed you. Friendship was not enough, not now. You were everything, and without you he was lost.

He parked and slammed the door as he strode to your side.

“Y/N? What are you doing out here? What happened?” V asked. You kept your face hidden in the hood of your sweatshirt, turned away in a belated attempt to hide. The growing darkness aided your efforts, the last few rays of sunlight vanishing as he waited for an answer. A light breeze rustled the trees lining the street. Orange and brown leaves skittered against the pavement, blown away in the cold night wind.

“I wanted some fresh air, I’m fine. You should go.”

A lie. It was too cold for sitting outside; if all you’d wanted was fresh air, an open window would’ve sufficed. Something more was going on. He sat on the curb, crossing his tattooed arms. A foot of open space separated you but it felt like miles.

“Fresh air sounds lovely, I’ll keep you company.”

You didn’t respond. Even as his fury called him to action, V stayed silent. This was too important to get right to let his emotions take the reins. Besides, he’d only seen the mark for an instant. Maybe he was mistaken.

He hoped he was.

You sighed heavily. “What are you doing here, V?”

He grunted, trying to think of an answer that wasn’t crossing the line. There was so much he wanted to say, but none of it felt appropriate. He needed some excuse that made sense, given the circumstances. Anything to maintain the already strained bond between you.

But there was nothing. No clever way out, no witty rejoinder that would explain his presence. Only the truth, and the truth was a risk.

The truth that Nero was right, and he did want more than friendship from you. How else could he explain the pure rage that filled him at the mere idea of you being hurt? The desire to sweep you into his arms and hold you close until it didn’t matter anymore? The urge to take you away from here and keep you safe? The need that ached in his heart to kiss you?

And I’m tired of hiding from it.

Pretending he didn’t have feelings for you had gotten him nowhere. If anything, it may have pushed you further away. It was time to try something different. Time to take a risk. He took a deep breath, preparing to be rejected. “I wanted to see you.”

You were silent. Still facing away, refusing to look at him as if it would burn you. The quiet stretched on, becoming uncomfortable. His heart was pounding, a combination of anger and excitement. If that bruise was from Caleb, he would not restrain himself again.

“Why?” you finally replied.

“Look at me and I’ll tell you everything.”

Your shoulders tensed and time seemed to stop. Ever so slowly, your face turned toward him. You held the side of your sweater close, hiding the left side of your face but even in shadow it was obvious. Swollen and purple flesh greeted V’s eyes and he gasped. He hadn’t been mistaken. If anything, it was worse than he thought.

“Caleb?”

Your face crumpled and you nodded, sniffling as the first tears spilled free. Hs rage was an inferno, swirling inside his chest and demanding satisfaction. But you needed him now. Caleb’s punishment could wait.

He reached out to you, biting his cheek to keep the storm at bay as he pulled you into his arms. You were shaking, sobbing as he rubbed your back and planned a myriad of ways to destroy your brother.

“I- it’s not his fault! He’s going through a rough time, h- he didn’t mean it!”

How could you justify this? Why on earth did you even try? He didn’t understand, Caleb was hurting you and you were defending him?

But that could wait, too.

“Come. You’re shivering. Is he still inside?”

You nodded.

“Then you can stay with me tonight, for as long as you need. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

You didn’t fight him as he rose, pulling you gently to the passenger seat of his car. He buckled you in and climbed into the driver’s seat, cranking the heat up as he pulled onto the main road and took you home.

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Your face ached almost as much as your heart. How could Caleb have done this? The night started out so nicely, he’d seemed like his old self. Cracking jokes and smiling as he carved the small turkey. Just like old times. The two of you, together and happy.

Until your phone buzzed.

His smile had vanished like a switch had been flipped. The first stirrings of fear coiled in your belly as he glared at you, demanding to know who would dare interrupt the festivities. Why hadn’t you turned off the damn thing? What a stupid mistake.

“Who is it?” his cold voice asked.

“It doesn’t matter, does it? I’ll turn it off.”

You fidgeted. Whoever had texted could wait.

“Show me.”

Fuck. Please be spam, please be spam…

A single notification lit the screen and you gulped as you handed it over. There was no going back now, all you could do was endure what came next. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad, he seemed so happy a moment ago.

“V. I miss you. That’s that guy from a few months ago, isn’t it?”

You nodded, keeping your eyes locked on your full plate.

“What’s he miss? You been fucking him?! You gonna run off with that loser and leave me all alone!?”

Caleb was angry. You knew the signs. The tone of his voice, the way his shoulders spread, the tilt of his lips… He was beyond reason.

But you still tried.

“No, he’s just a friend! He works for me. I haven’t done anything! I’d never leave you behind, you know that!”

The first punch left you breathless and knocked you to the floor. You gasped as you felt something crack and curled inward to protect your core. Hopefully it would be over soon, all you had to do was not make him any angrier. You said nothing, only a quiet gasp or flinch marking your agony as he kept hitting you.

“You’re gonna fire him tomorrow, got it?”

Another hit, this time on your left cheek. He never hit your face, not once. You’d never seen Caleb so angry and you nodded, doing whatever it took to end the torment. The details could wait, for now all you wanted was for his hands to stop their assault.

Another punch, another crack. Tears rolled down your cheeks as the pain overwhelmed you. It was too much, you couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak.

Until at last, the hits stopped. Footsteps retreated and you heard Caleb’s bedroom door slam. He was gone. Still, you didn’t move until you were sure. Even then, it took three times as much effort to reach the curb and sit down, the aches screaming across your skin.

And then there he was. Concern and anger engraved in his features as he sat beside you, waiting for an answer you weren’t ready to give. It broke you, to see V and remember all the things you’d done to push him away. Yet here he was, a friend when you felt so very alone.

The dam shattered; the truth came out at last. His arms were so warm, so comforting and safe. It didn’t matter where he was taking you, all that mattered was it was him that made you feel like everything would be okay. Once it was Caleb, but no longer. Even thinking your brother’s name sent rivulets of terror across your skin.

How could I have been so blind?

Caleb had changed. He wasn’t the sweet little boy you grew up with anymore. Hoping for him to snap out of it was a fool’s errand. Whatever changed him wasn’t going away and it was time to let go, to admit your brother was gone. You closed your eyes and sighed, surrendering to the truth at last.

V pulled into a small parking lot. An apartment complex, by the look of it. You tried not to breathe too deeply as he parked the car and came to help you out. Every step sent a pulse of pain through you as he led you to a second story unit and unlocked the door.

“Apologies for the mess. Are you hungry?”

You shook your head. The thought of food held no appeal, all you wanted was sleep.

Inside, the apartment was cramped but welcoming. A grey couch in the living area, a dinette in the corner. A few pieces of tasteful art adorning the walls. And bookshelves, so many bookshelves…

“I’ll get you some ice. Make yourself at home,” V said.

You sat on the couch with a relieved sigh. It was comfortable, extremely soft and the cushions hugged your sore body like a lover. Within seconds you were struggling to stay awake.

“Here you are. Will this be enough?”

You opened your eyes to see his lean form bent over before you, arm outstretched with a trio of bags full of ice and a worried look in his eyes. It warmed your heart to see how much he cared, and you managed a small smile as you took the bags. Two went to your ribs, the third on your face.

“I’ll get some fresh sheets on the bed for you,” he said, but you grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“I’m too tired to care. Can I just sleep?”

“Of course.”

He led you to his bed and helped you get settled, averting his eyes as you took off your pants and bra. The sheets were soft on your skin and you hummed as you positioned yourself. He handed you the ice.

“I’ll be on the couch if you need anything. Sleep well.”

And then you were alone.

---V---

Sleep eluded him for hours. The couch was comfortable, the darkness complete. No noises kept him from rest.

Only his rage.

Anger was not new to him. In fact, quite the opposite. It had been a constant companion throughout his life, toward Mundus and Dante and Urizen and countless others. The boiling wrath was as familiar as his own face.

But this time was different.

Before, his fury had been only on his own behalf. He could manage it, keep it restrained and focus on whatever needed to be done. Push it from his thoughts and keep moving forward, or make the choice to embrace it and channel the energy into his enemies. To be angry on behalf of another was completely different.

He couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t subdue it or set it aside to deal with later. It demanded his attention and his focus despite how much he needed to remain calm. He refused to allow it to control him, not when you might need him. So he imagined how he would punish Caleb, picturing his vengeance to soothe the beast within.

It no longer mattered that Caleb could shatter his skull with a single punch. It didn’t matter that the man outweighed him by at least twenty stone. It was irrelevant that he didn’t have his familiars. All that mattered was making the man pay.

“V?”

Your hesitant voice interrupted his indulgences. You were standing in the doorway, a blanket wrapped around your waist as your conflicted eyes met his.

“What is it? Do you need something?”

You shuffled your feet and stared at the floor. “I need… I need to not feel alone. Can you join me?”

His eyes widened. “In bed?”

You nodded. He was surprised to find no arousal at the idea, too aware of the fragile state you were in to imagine anything inappropriate. You needed comfort, and he could provide it. He stood and followed you, keeping his distance as you settled into his bed once more. He lied beside you, careful not to touch you. It wasn’t easy, considering the size of his bed.

“Is this all right?” he asked.

You didn’t answer verbally, instead reaching out to take his hand in yours. It was the first time you’d initiated contact since the hug after watching Lord of the Rings, and it made his heart thrum happily. Even if this was all you ever wanted from him, it was enough for now to know you saw him as a source of comfort. The minutes passed in silence, and he wondered if you’d fallen asleep when you spoke.

“He told me to fire you.”

He froze.

“Why did you send that message? The one saying you missed me.”

How could he even begin to answer? It didn’t seem like the right time to admit his feelings. You needed time to heal. How could he justify adding another source of stress to your plate now?

Why is this all so complicated?

“It’s the truth. I do miss you.”

You turned to face him, grimacing and rearranging the ice as you moved. It was obvious it wasn’t just your face that was hurt.

I’m going to murder him.

“I miss you too,” you murmured. “I only pushed you away to keep Caleb’s secret.”

I’m going to destroy him.

“And now that the secret’s out?”

You sighed. Maybe it was too soon to ask such a weighted question, and guilt flooded his mind as you frowned.

“I don’t know yet.”

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He escorted you home early the next morning, after Caleb was already gone. You’d accepted his offer to stay for a while and together, the two of you packed the necessities. He couldn’t imagine how you must feel and cracked a few jokes to alleviate the tension. When he offered to help clean out your panty drawer, you had outright blushed. The entire process took only two hours, and by the time you locked the door to leave, your mood was almost normal.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. The shop was packed and it took all his focus to keep things running smoothly. You stayed in the back, overly aware of the barely concealed bruise on your face. It was best if you kept hidden until it was more healed. He checked on you as often as he could, reporting on sales and cracking a joke.

As the last few customers left, wide smiles on their features, he dismissed the last few staff members and started closing up. He was counting the last till when Caleb showed up.

He hadn’t yet locked the doors, so the man came right in. His thick frame cast a shadow over the counter and V turned to face him with his rage already swirling.

“Where’s Y/N, you little shit?” he growled.

V dropped his hands to his sides, surreptitiously grasping the handle of a metal bat. His hands broke out in sweat.

“She doesn’t want to see you. Ever.”

Caleb sneered and leaned forward, the threat clear. “What are you gonna do to stop me?”

He almost snapped his fingers to summon Nightmare, instinctively reaching for the strongest weapon in his arsenal despite knowing it was gone. He paused and raised the bat, making his own intentions known to the dwarven fool before him. He would not back down.

“I’ll match her every bruise tenfold. How dare you, she’s your family!”

The irony wasn’t lost on him. The things he’d done to his own kin made Caleb’s crimes look like child’s play.

I am not that man anymore.

Caleb snorted and started walking toward the back, where V knew you were waiting. He marched out from behind the counter and swung with all his strength, landing a blow to the loathsome swine’s ribcage with a satisfying crack. He crumpled to the floor, holding his side.

“Fuck you! It’s none of your damn business!”

V clenched his jaw and snarled, wrangling his self-control. If he didn’t get his anger in hand, he would beat the man to death. He held the bat out as if in preparation to strike again, holding his wrath back with every ounce of his will. Caleb flinched and he grinned darkly. The man was clearly unused to being on the receiving end.

“Get out. Never bother her again or I will kill you. That’s a promise.”

To his utter shock, Caleb’s expression fell into one of sorrow. He sat up and stared at the floor, still holding his injured side.

“She’s all I’ve got,” he said.

“Then you should’ve treated her with greater care. Leave.”

With a subdued sniffle, the man rose and did as he was told. Not until he heard a car pull out of the parking lot did V relax his hold and stow the bat under the counter once more. He locked the front door and went to check on you, his nerves still calming from the confrontation.

You were waiting for him in your small office, an indecipherable look on your face. Had you heard what happened? Had you seen? V’s heart was pounding erratically as he stepped closer.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

You jumped as if he’d startled you. “Yeah, yeah! Are you ready to go?”

V nodded, still unsure if he needed to be worried but following your lead. It was a struggle to hold his tongue, but he maintained his silence throughout the drive home. After a simple dinner he started preparing the couch for him to sleep, imagining your need for comfort to be a one-time thing until you stated otherwise. It didn’t take long.

“Can you stay with me again tonight?” your shy voice called out from the bathroom.

“Of course.”

That night it was much more difficult to keep his distance. He could smell you, feel the heat radiating off your skin beside him and it drove him mad. At one point, you moaned and snuggled his pillow and the sound alone send blood rushing to his groin. He bit his lip and solved math problems until his arousal faded.

It became the norm over the next few weeks, to the point he didn’t even bother setting up the couch. Every night, he lied awake and struggled to keep his hands to himself, reminding himself you were healing and that you were his boss. The bruises faded and he had to find other reasons, and every night he came a little bit closer to breaking down.

Part 5

[abalonetea]

so i promised information on Hope For Homestead! here it is! i’m going to reblog this post once a month, probably. it’s under a cut, because it’s, ah, a little bit lengthy! i’ll do shorter weekly posts with updates and stuff throughout the months, too!

this is an info post for patrons and those considering being patreons!

Hope For Homestead is the passion project i’ve been working towards for the last two years. I pause every November and restart in January, to account for the holidays. it basically means that any money i make doing art or writing commissions, paired with any money that i make from patreon.com/abalonetea, goes towards Hope For Homestead.

what does that even mean katie

it means that the goal of my family (me, my mother, and my sister) is to move out of state, and onto a small farm.

that’s weird why

*my sister and i both have health problems triggered by the heat

*if we own our own place, there’s no way the landlord can randomly kick us out

*security should something happen to my mother

*cutting costs by being more self sustaining

*owning our own chickens, rabbits (for meat), pigs (for meat) will be possible

*having a large veggie garden will be possible

*i can make money out of state via Cottage Law that i can’t in Florida, meaning my mother can stop killing herself at work to support the three of us

*florida has awful health care

what’s wrong with where you live now

*no yard

*the land lord is a creeper

*like slap your ass and show up at work sometimes creeper

*no heat

*no ac

*been told by landlord he won’t fix either unit

*also been told be we can’t put in window units

*florida weather sets off mine and my sister’s health issues

*my 50 yr old mother with heart issues, fibro, and other health issues has to work 60+ hours a week to pay for this place

how does this work

*all money made via commissions goes towards the Hope For Homestead fund

*all money made via patreon.com/abalonetea goes towards the Hope For Homestead fund

*it only gets touched, otherwise, for vet emergencies

*to try and cut back on spending, i’ll be putting a garden in at the end of this month

*expect me to spam y’all with pictures and updates!

*this project has been going on for two years but when we finally get there, i’ll post daily updates on building up the homestead

*i’ll also be adding “cheap eat” recipes to my patreon

*”farm and homestead tricks” will go to my patreon as well

other homestead plans (been asked for this in the past)

*rescue a senior horse

*run horse boarding

*sell eggs

*sell veggies at farmer markets

*through means like this, bring in more income

*this insures income for my sister and i should something happen in the future

*this also means my mother can cut back on hours she works

more info on me??? (been asked for this in the past)

*got my first job at 15

*worked three jobs when i was 19, no day off for 7 months

*started having uncontrollable muscle spasms at 20

*had to quit work at 20

*due to lack of income, we downgraded to a house in Citra with no heat/ac and frequently no water. the landlord refused to repair roof when it began to leak heavily. 

*had eye surgery that prevents me from driving at 20

*started undergoing testing for early onset parkinsons and ms at 21

*lost insurance; no more testing - health problems continue and prevent me from going back to work

*when chunks of ceiling began literally falling into our living room, we moved again

*enter this situation

*hopefully will have insurance by next week, woot, progress

end-tro

that’s it! mostly, i just like making sure that people know what the money made through patreon and commissions goes towards! 

(i’ll update the patreon page later this week)

the short answer is! moving costs! this is also an explanation to what the Hope For Homestead tag is! i’ll be using it a lot in the coming months - talking about my plans for the future is enjoyable, and also makes it seem like a more real possibility.

[matamisin]

Consider: Mina is a genuinely happy and positive person, but everyone has bad days (especially people who have been thru trauma, like seeing your loved ones regularly beaten to a bloody pulp). The thing is that Mina just. Refuses to show that trauma has actually been effecting her. She starts suppressing negative reactions to situations bc she wants to "stay strong." Beginning of the year? She cried when they got rescued from USJ. End of the year? "Lmao guess we survived another one! Ha! Ha! :)"

oh my god like millennial humor?? if yeah then lmao mina please

if not ahhh Mina baby you have feelings too that you gotta tend to!\

Alright- All (or at least all the angst headcanons I received) are answered below the cut! Please be careful, there are some, well angsty things in there!

TW: Eating Disorder, Gore/ Graphic Depictions, Homophobia, Depression, Suicidal Tendencies/ Self harm mention, Death, Possible spoilers to those not caught up with the BNHA manga- Please ask to tag if I missed any!

(looking at all these warnings made me realize omfg YALL DID NOT HOLD BACK IM CRYING ASK AND THOU SHALT RECEIVETH I SUPPOSE)

a-single-eyelash asked:

Denki accidentally hurt someone as a kid, say a sibling or good friend, with his quirk. It made him hate his work, until he saw a hero with a similar work to his. This is what made him think that not only is his quirk cool, but also that he can become a hero. Well until, he hurt Sero. His boyfriend, got electrocuted by him on the battlefield. (Sorry this is an idea I’ve had for a fic)

O H

BRUH THAT HIT ME LIKE A TRAIN COMING OUT FROM BEHIND THE BUSHES I THOUHGT THERE WAS GONNA BE A HAPPY ENDING THIS IS STILL GOOD THO 

anonymous asked:

Bakugou is still sad, Sero is suicidal (Read to may fics about it man), Kami is legitimately afraid he’ll disappoint his parents, Tsu feels to normal, Kiri feeeeeelsss way to useless, and idk maybe Aoyama feels ignored. My own angsty headcanons.

Ah, yeah I can see how those can play into those characters!

anonymous asked:

Sero’s fight or flight response with a villains ice-like quirk (if your for that headcanon) OR Sero overwhelming his quirk trying to rescue a goddamn building of people

OH YA I AM FOR THAT

Also NO STOP HAVE I GOT SOMETHING IN STORE ABOUT COLLAPSING BUILIDINGS

anonymous asked:

Ashido + Bakugou bond over their quirks being destructive and not really knowing how to use them to actually *help* people

oh wow, I’ve never actually seen it that way.

But how about this: while they vent to each other about how their quirks can’t help people, the other is like, full on giving them descriptions of how their quirks actually CAN but they just never realized and they’re opening each other’s eyes while having their own insecurities knocked down

anonymous asked:

Omg your angst au is so angsty it’s beautiful

AH thank you haha!

anonymous asked:

Angsty headcannon boi-  Sero was bullied in middle school for having wonky teeth and actually had braces. Which is why he has such a pearly white smile now.  Sero was the last in his class to get his quirk and when he did he was laughed at because it was a ‘useless quirk’

n O ANON IM SOB

IM CRYING LEAVE HIM ALONE ILL SQUARE UP WITH THOSE BULLIES

anonymous asked:

Angst head cannon.  Sero flinches whenever kirishima hardens.  Sero’s parents are majorly homophobic and are actually quite strict. So whenever sero isn’t with bakusquad he tries to revise but it doesn’t work and he’s scared to ask for help.

Aw, man that’s heart wrenching to have parents so unsupportive- I feel it :( He’s just in a constant worry state whenever they’re around

anonymous asked:

If you’re still accepting the angst hcs… i think kaminari gets like really overcharged whenever there’s a storm and since they moved to the dorms there’s nowhere for him to release all the excess energy. So he just kinda hides away in his room in pain.

Aw, that’s terrible!

I dunno.. I feel like that one day when someone finds out during a storm, they’ll like, ask the teachers about “where someone could discharge a lot of energy askingforafriend” and they immediately know who they’re talking about and they’ll ask Powerloader and Mei and others in their department to build something for him to discharge all the excess AND be able to utilize it somehow :0 just a thought!

anonymous asked:

My headcannons: Sero is anorexic Bakugou has PTSD Kaminari has depression Kirishima had self-esteem issues Ashido is perfect (canon)

Oh that last part- she is, she is *clap**clap*

Though.. I will say that just because the others are haunted by those- it doesn’t make them less perfect. It’s their struggles that they learn to cope with and grow from, and it makes them, well, them. Not a definition of perfect can define that :’)

(sorry just speaking from my thoughts cause these hit close to home ahhh)

anonymous asked:

Lmao i sent a lot sorry if their not the best but hopefully some heart strings will be pulled

NONSENSE ANON ALL MY HEART STRINGS WERE PLUCKED BY ALL THESE AND NOW ITS YALLS TURN

transcandydemon asked:

Todocanon; todoroki has constant nightmares of the boiling water incident and of his father hurting him or his mom which causes him to not get as much sleep ie his calm attitude and how he’s not quick to get into conversations because of exhaustion

oh ya, such a traumatic past is def something that could still be haunting him in his dreams :’( but when the others notice, they’ll make sure to check up on him and try to find ways to help reduce nightmares or at least comfort him whenever they’re in his dreams

anonymous asked:

Deku head canon : deku is super jealous of kirishimas and bakugoa relationship since hes been trying to get close to kacchan for years and kirishima managed to do it within days

D’: He probably would feel that- jealousy’s very strong! But ah, in my personal opinion, i think he’d feel that, but after time learns that maybe it was best that he stopped dwelling on it and moves on, and learns to accept and be happy that he and Bakugou could at least be acquaintances that could eventually work well :’)

anonymous asked:

Denki headcanon: where he wants to be as close to bakugo as kirishima is and he tries so damn hard but takes bakugos insults to heart and he really does get torn up and upset about it(ex: the sports festival scene )

Oh wait which scene? Dunce face or?? :0 but yeah, I feel like he’d take it to heart at times. (but my bakukami heart tells me to say that when Baku realizes he gives him a good ass pep talk and beings hold back on his insults, or reassures Denki)

anonymous asked:

Bakugou could have PTSD and nightmares

Oh same headcanon! :’D Ah, but poor Bakugou. I’m sure the others would take it into mind and be aware of it and help him subtly so as to not provoke him, :’(

violetsare-tblue asked:

Bakugo: because of his inferiority complex, feels like he needs to prove himself over and over or he’ll be just the victim again  Iida: his left arm is completely numb. He isn’t paralyzed and he can move it. He just can’t feel anything in his hand or arm. Makes holding hands with someone feel empty and useless  Sero: he is so scared of being worthless as a hero and a person. He doesn’t want to be left behind by his classmates so he overworks himself and comes to school with random bruises

Oh mmhmm, I definitely see the Bakugou one! Especially after what he said during his fight with Deku, it def shows :(

Aw, Iida probably still looks back at his actions back in the Stain arc and regrets the errors of his ways. Luckily, I’m sure he’ll find someone who helps him through it and reminds him that mistakes don’t define him :’)

:’( Serooo MAKING ME CRY

casua-aria asked:

I have this Sero headcanon where he was the disposable (like how when tape dispensers run out and become disposable) friend in groups throughout his childhood, but now that he goes to UA, he has true caring friends that would never do that to him.

D: !!

That’s so sad- he must have thought his quirk was just life taunting him for being “disposable” hence the tape quirk :( but heck yeah, once he meets the students of UA he definitely begins to see that he wasn’t the problem in the past, but rather those that he was “friends” with!

anonymous asked:

Sero remembering very clearly all the pain that happened when his arm got cut off, maybe being a little scared of Kirishima for a few days after he first wakes up? Idk

OH YEAH THAT ONE HURTS

Like maybe.. once he’s able to respond again, he flinches and has an anxiety attack when he sees Kirishima because the sight of him just sends a flood of the memory to play in his head OOF

anonymous asked:

A personal favorite that nobody’s really thought of: a villain cuts off one finger from each of Ochako’s hands so she can’t use her quirk

OH MAN THATS BRUTAL OMG

That’s so dark!! I feel like a villain would do that should they get a hold of her and, mm maybe wanna rile up someone close to her to lure them in

meptoonzart asked:

Kirishima traitor

b R U H ID CRY MY EYES OUT IF HORI MADE HIM THE TRAITOR

                                                                                                                             Anonymous said:                                                                 

I have a lot of angsty headcanons about Kaminari specifically so I’ll just spam you with those. He attracts electricity, so he often gets struck by lightning and has almost died from it twice. Kaminari knows people think he’s the traitor and it eats him up inside every day. He’s been ‘propositioned’ by quite a few creeps because he’s pretty and his quirk is, well, what it is. He has nightmares a lot and it causes power outages, he’s terrified his classmates will hate him for it.(1/?(Idk2maybe)            

Sero got into a fight with someone after the sports festival, because how the hell did he make it into UA’S hero course, and Kaminari happens to be with him and he actively threatens the dude who started the fight with his quirk. No one bullies his friends. His overuse of his quirk is slowly killing him, he hasn’t told anyone that it’s destroying his brain. Bakugo reminds him of living in an abusive household but he doesn’t know how to say it so he laughs it off.(2/?(Okaymaybe4wearegettingthere)             

Kirishima and Sero are the first to find out about both the frying brain and the abusive household, and Sero asks Kaminari if he wants to go try something. Kaminari says sure and Sero reserves a training ground for them, and Sero swings around with Kaminari and he hopes it works for Kami the same way it does for him. Sero is smiling because he doesn’t know what else to do, but swinging through the air helps him feel better and free. It helps. But there’s always, always the anxiety (¾)  

the anxiety of ‘Maybe today is the day I fall’, but he doesn’t realize that Kaminari is helping him stay grounded. He won’t fall. Not when he gets to see Kaminari fuller of life than he’s ever been. They land on one of the buildings in ground Beta, and laugh like idiots as it starts to rain. Kaminari’s dying, Sero is a mess, and they just sit there for hours, past the end of their reservation, talking through their anxieties. Kaminari is scared to die. Sero is scared to lose him. (Okay1more4/5)        

Sero promises Kaminari he’ll be there, he’ll do everything he can to help keep him alive as long as possible, and he asks Kaminari how long he has from his last estimate. Kaminari laughs, starting to cry. Six years. Sero tells the Bakusquad, and they promise him that they’ll be there when the time comes. Not villains or Dadzawa could stop them, and finally it does. For only being a hero for three years, he’s made history for kids who have terminal illnesses (ranoutofspacedammit)      

 And the drawbacks of quirks come more into light. Kaminari may not be a great student or hero, but he brought hope to a lot of people, and everyone will miss him. They can’t hear thunder crack without thinking of him, can’t see the golden sunrise without thinking of his smile. Can’t even bear to look at the classic lit section in a bookstore. He saved people and raised awareness, but he wrecked their hearts as well. (Somehow this turned into a near-fic I’m so sorry Hope you’re doing well(Done))       

ANON OMG THANK YOU FOR THIS BASICALLY FIC IM CRYING THERES SO MUCH I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START CRYING   

iamnootthedabmast-r said:                                                                     

Heard you want some angsty headcannons- so Kaminari tends to stay up due to his quirk and he likes to stay in the dormitory lobby, so he just sits on the couch on his phone or just sits there in the dark- but this leads to him finding some secretive angsty stuff about other people in the dormitory for ex; Bakugou comes downstairs and just starts cooking cause he has terrible night terrors and Kaminari just quietly witnesses as Bakugou cries silently while he eats. (Part 1)    

(Part 2) the next morning Kaminari kind of wants to try ask or comfort him but feels rude and awkward so he also kind of struggles with the knowledge of knowing that everyone in his class is a little to a lot of broken.  So yeah, sorry if it’s a little confusing- in awkward when it comes to writing what I want to write…

DUUDE THIS IS SUCH A SAD CONCEPT IF YOU WRITE IT I WILL LEGITERALLY PERISH ON SPOT

                                                                                                                             Anonymous said:                                                   

May we… suggest directly… angsty oneshots? Please feel free to ignore this if you preferred hcs

 (lmao sorry, im not caught up with the manga or anime to know what the first part is referrring to :’D) but ah yeah I’ve seen that headcanon, not too sure how to feel, but it’s out there!                   

[sun-summoning]

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii

epilogue: in which sakura is just as bad as sasuke

So he found Tinder Girl. Sakura Haruno, that is.

Sakura Haruno was a friend of Karin’s roommate in second year, tutored Juugo in first year biology, and was a customer of Shikamaru’s (although she punched him when he listed that fact and told him not to tell anyone). She was a student in one of his brother’s labs back when she first started university as some weird, gifted, awkward kid, and currently she worked as one of his mother’s teaching assistants.

She was infuriatingly good at beer pong (“It’s called Physics.”), drank more coffee than anyone should (“It’s part of being a student, not that you’d be familiar with that Mr. Doesn’t-Go-To-Class-Because-Daddy-Pays-For-It-So-I-Don’t-Actually-Recognize-The-Value-Of-The-Lectures-I-Skip.”), and shopped way too much and for stupid, stupid things (“Well fuck you too—I’ll bring Itachi to the VIB Rouge exclusive 20% off because he would actually appreciate it.”). She was pretty and had the nicest ass and lips that he was regularly drawn to, and was, well, really cool, and not just because she didn’t mind watching cat videos with him.

Sakura was clever and kind and impossibly witty. When she finally got over the weirdness of all that he did—which, in retrospect, would have set off a normal person’s Creeper Alert regardless of how seemingly romantic it may have been perceived as—she deigned to get to know him and they just, well, clicked.

He liked her.

He liked the way he could talk about anything with her, which said a lot considering he didn’t like talking to people in general. She made him smile and she made him think. She kept him on his toes, not because she was coy or anything alluring like that (“Wow. Again, fuck you too.”). No, Sakura Haruno just got under his skin with her smile and stayed there with every date they went on after that.

-

This was the first time he ever saw her look nervous. Sure, she blushed around him sometimes when he picked up on those little quirks of hers or maybe when he did something in the realm of flirtatious, but he never really saw her scared.

“My father isn’t that bad. And you act like you don’t work with my mother,” he pointed out when she started playing with the hem of her dress.

She frowned at him. “This is different.”

“Not really.”

“Ugh.” Sakura shoved him. “She’s not Dr. Uchiha, my graduate advisor, right now. She’s Mrs. Uchiha…”

When she paused, Sasuke couldn’t help but grin crookedly, knowing just where her thoughts were going. “Mrs. Uchiha?”

“You know.” When she caught sight of his little smirk, she couldn’t help but smile back. “My boyfriend’s mom.”

“Your what? Whose mom?”

“Oh, shush.”

Then, thinking of that silly little title, it hit him--

“You posted a picture of us,” he recalled.

“Yes? I do that fairly often.”

She really did, he thought with a grimace, much to his dismay. And she posted a lot with Ino too. He didn’t want to want to admit it, but he figured the only reason he didn’t complain about all the photos he was constantly tagged in had to do with wanting to be in more of them with Sakura than Ino was. 

(Yes, he was being unnecessarily competitive, but honestly like Ino needed to step off.)

He took out his phone and opened Instagram. He scrolled back to the picture she had of the two of them and their succulent from Ino’s party before he confessed his side of the story.

“No, I mean a few months ago. This one.”

Sakura glanced at the photo and smiled fondly. “Ah, that one.”

“You called me your bae.”

“Yes.”

“Wasn’t that weird?” he asked, shaking his head. “I wasn’t your bae then.”

She raised an eyebrow as her grin grew wider. She nudged him with her hip and Sasuke tried not to blush with the way her stare bore into him. “Are you my bae now? I thought you wanted me to say boyfriend.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re trying to distract me. You’re deflecting.”

“Hm?”

“It was weird! You agree that it was weird. That’s why you’re deflecting."

“That’s not why I’m deflecting.”

“Yes, it is!”

“Okay, fine, it is.”

“Ha!”

“Well, not entirely.”

“What?”

Sakura sighed deeply. “I’m deflecting because, well…” She bit her lip. “Remember how much I reamed you for being a creep before agreeing to a date?”

Sasuke shrugged in turn. “I deserved that.”

“Sure, but then I deserved the same.” 

“Huh?”

“And, to be honest, I was impressed,” she admitted, “with how much you found and how you found it all. You’re a top notch stalker, Sasuke.”

“That’s not a very good compliment.”

“I knew who you were back at Karin’s party, Sasuke.”

“You mean Ino’s.”

“No, I mean Karin’s. I saw you then.” She grimaced. “More or less completely plastered—like honestly, you might have a problem—but I saw you there and, well—“ Sakura begins playing with the hem of her blouse. “I got super nervous so I left. And then I saw you at Ino’s and, well—“ She waved a hand. “After that, I remembered how I’d super-liked you on Tinder and got nothing back and then after getting your full name, I did my own research on you. Well, tried to, at least.”

Sasuke tried not to look too smug. “I don’t have a lot of social media accounts.”

“I noticed,” she snapped back. “Although I did look at your student record—“

“Okay, that’s a violation of ethics and probably some kind of contract you signed right fucking there.”

“—and like please take school a bit more seriously.” She cleared her throat and returned to her main train of thought. “That said, I guess I should apologize for having been a bitch then.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Apologize.”

Her eye twitched. “How dare you--”

Sasuke had the audacity to smirk. “That doesn’t sound like an apology.” 

“Why you--” 

She was cut off when Sasuke drew her against him, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin over her head. 

“I’m sorry you leave paper trails that allow people to learn things about you with basic searches of your name,” Sakura mumbled into his shirt.

Sasuke nodded. “And I’m sorry you have no chill whatsoever and spam Twitter and Instagram every fucking hour making it very easy to discern your habits and preferences.”

“Basic recon is necessary to the foundation of any budding relationship,” Sakura declared with a laugh. 

“Let’s be real, there was nothing basic about the level of snooping we both did.”

She pressed a kiss against his cheek and Sasuke looked away to his his grin. “Spontaneity is overrated.” 

She tugged him towards the door and paused before knocking. And why would they knock, Sasuke thought. Didn’t he live here occasionally?

“By the way, what’s our cover story?”

“Huh?”

“Well, I’d rather not give your family reason to think I might need a restraining order for you, you know? Even if Itachi is well aware of how we met.”

“You don’t want to tell them we met through Tinder followed by weeks of mutual stalking?” He was joking and she knew that but she pinched him anyway. “Fine. We can say we met at a bar.”

“Then they might think I’m some alcoholic slut.”

“There’s nothing wrong with sluts, Sakura. It’s 2018.”

“Ugh—”

They were interrupted though when the front door opened, revealing Sasuke’s parents, who explained that they had seen the pair pull up and were wondering why they weren’t coming inside. They made all the requisite pleasantries and eventually made their way to the dining room. And when his mother finally spoke up, smiling and asking how the two of them met, Sakura cringed and Sasuke barely concealed a smirk.

“Well,” he began, finding amusement in the way Sakura refused to even look at him, “It’s kind of a funny story.”

- 

the end forever