#this is off the top of my head there are ones i am forgetting i am sure however... this is decent to start i think

[vanfleeter]

Platonic

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Fem!reader Summary: Somehow breaking and entering leads to a brave move. Warnings: Language. Literally all fluff. Friends to lovers. Breaking and entering is illegal, do not do it. This is pure fiction. A/N: Thank you to Gilmore Girls for the breaking the lock inspiration.

Closing the door to your car, you carry the handles of a plastic bag containing a couple containers of ice cream as you rummage through your purse looking for your house keys. As always you make the mental note to leave your keys on the same ring as your car fob and you never do.

Reaching the front porch, you glance up to find the door of your house slightly ajar. Okay, you might be forgetful most times but you definitely remember closing and locking the door on your way out this morning. Slowly setting your things down on the porch, you cautiously open the door, peering your head inside. It was eerily quiet but you had that feeling of knowing someone was most certainly inside the house.

Quietly and carefully you reach for the umbrella hanging on the hook. What damage could you do with an umbrella? Only weapons available, make do with what you got.

Hearing the floorboards creak in the living room, you turn your attention towards it, holding your umbrella over your shoulder ready to swing if necessary. Taking a step around the wall you come face to face with Jake.

“Oh god!” You exclaim. “Oh! What the hell?!”

Meanwhile Jake cowers slightly, shielding himself with his arms. “Your choice of weapon is an umbrella?”

“Well it’s the only thing available,” You say, lowering the umbrella. “What are you doing here? How did you even get in?”

“The back door.” He says, nonchalantly pointing with his thumb over his shoulder.

“The back door is locked..”

“It was..”

Your eyebrows rise and you leave the living room, setting the umbrella on the floor by the stairs. “Did you break in?”

“Can’t be considered breaking in when the lock is broken.”

“The lock was not broken.”

“It most definitely was broken. One simple twist of the knob and gentle push and boom, anyone could have gotten inside.”

You gasp seeing the back door fully open with Jake’s screwdriver hanging from the hole in the door. “You broke my door?”

“I didn’t break your door. Can’t break something that’s already broken.”

“Jacob Thomas, I cannot believe you did such a thing!” You exclaim as you grab hold of the door. “You are fixing this, right?”

“No, I just thought I’d leave my screwdriver there as a decoration–of course I’m going to fix it!” He laughs. “Needed to be fixed anyways, I was going out to the hardware store to buy a new lock.”

“You? Hardware store? Never thought those words would be uttered in the same sentence.”

Jake rolls his eyes, “Ha ha ha.. I’ll have you know that I am quite the handyman.”

“Prove it to me by fixing my door.”

Jake shrugs his shoulders. “Fine, but you have to come to the store with me.” He says.

Your shoulders drop as you scrunch your face up. “Whaat?” You whine. “Why must I be tortured because you broke my door?”

Jake rolls his eyes and snatches his keys off the kitchen counter. “If you don’t come with me, I will not fix your door.” He twirls his keys around his index finger, watching you with a raised brow.

You groan, slapping your hands to your thighs. “I guess.”

You sipped on your tea while you watched him on his knees, focused on the task at hand. His body was tense, light groans falling from his mouth. Though if it was the position he was in or the frustration he was feeling, you couldn’t tell. Sticking his fingers back inside, he hums with satisfaction as he twists his fingers and drags them back out. “There we are..” He says, a smile evident in his voice. When he bent back over, you caught a glimpse of his hips, the slight pudge peeking over the top of his jeans.

Something about him seemed different to you but you couldn’t quite place a finger on it. There was a feeling, growing steadily in the pit of your stomach as you watched him move above the kitchen floor, rummaging through the many tools spread out behind him. Screws, hammers (why he would need that was beyond your knowledge), nails (still why those were needed), a wrench, a drill, and a handful of screws, plus the shiny new doorknob he bought to replace the one he broke, and a deadbolt. You made sure he bought a deadbolt, so that no one, including Jake, can break into your home.

“Can I ask why you broke into my house?” You ask, setting your tea down on the kitchen table. “You never did answer me after I nearly whacked you with an umbrella.”

“Uhhh.. No reason..” He says, not once tearing his eyes away from the circular hole in your back door. “And you should look into choosing a different object for your choice of weapon. An umbrella is weak.”

“My usual choice of weapon is a frying pan,” You say, unaware of him rolling his eyes. “Sadly, I chose the front door as a point entry and not my back door.”

“A frying pan?”

“What? It works.”

“Do I even want to know why you know that?”

“You’re not the first to break into my house.”

Slowly Jake turns his attention from the task at hand and over to you. “Someone else has broken in?”

“More like something.” You say. His brows raise again and you sigh. “A raccoon may or may not have magically found its way into my house at one point.”

“And you used a frying pan on it?”

“Actually, yes.” You state matter-of-factly. “Stunned the poor thing… But at least I got it out of the house on my own!”

Jake chuckles and turns back to the door. “Maybe moving in here wouldn't be such a bad idea.” He mumbles.

“Why would you move in here?”

“You need protection.”

“I need protection? From who? A sneaky raccoon or a best friend who breaks and enters whenever he so chooses–and you have yet to answer my question. Why. Did. You. Come. Over. Here?”

He smiles a teeny bit and picks up the doorknob and places it inside the hole. “Can’t I visit my best friend?”

“Well sure.” You say, nodding your head. “But when you use the front door like a normal person after ringing the doorbell.”

“You weren't home.”

“You know, I could press charges.” You tell him as you stand from the kitchen chair and walk over to the fridge to swipe some strawberries.

He leans around the frame of the door and cocks his head. “You would never.”

“Oh don’t test me, Kiszka.” You bite into the strawberry, your eyes closed as you do so, so you can’t see his mouth dropping slightly agape as he watches you bite into it. He quickly recomposes himself when you reopen your eyes. “I’d love to see another one of you behind bars,” You smirk and take the strawberries back over to the table and sit back down.

He rolls his eyes once more and refocuses his attention back on the door. Soon silence filled the room like a basement filling with water after a bad storm, though the only sounds filling the silence every now and then was when Jake would pick up and drop tools to the floor.

An hour later he was groaning and grumbling as he pushed himself back up onto his feet and stretched out his back. “I’m too old for this.”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “You’re not even thirty, old man.”

He reached over and snatched one of the few strawberries remaining in the plastic container. “Payment for reinstalling a new knob.”

“Payment? Ha!” You laugh. “You don’t get a payment when you are the one who broke it in the first place.”

“Okayyyyy, so then payment for the deadbolt.”

“You just drive me nuts.”

He chuckles and walks over to the fridge and takes a water bottle.

“And now you steal my water.”

“I performed manual labor,” He says, cracking the lid. “My body demands water.”

You huff and eat the last strawberry. “So why did you want to come over to visit?” You ask, dropping the empty container into the trash bin.

“Do I always need a reason to come visit?” He says, leaning against the counter. “Just to visit a reason in and of itself.”

“Sooo then if I want to visit you, I could just break the lock on your back door and just help myself right in?”

“All I ask is that you don’t steal a guitar.” He says, taking a drink. “Hmph!” He quickly swallows the water and caps the bottle and drops it on the counter. “I left something in the car for you.”

“Aw, you brought me a gift?”

Jake winks before quickly disappearing out of the back door. A minute later, he comes back inside, finding you facing the cupboards as you strained yourself on the tips of your toes to reach a glass bowl from the top shelf. He quickly places the bouquet of flowers on the kitchen table before rushing up to your side. He stretches above you to reach for the bowl himself.

The sensation of his body brushing against yours sent the faintest of goosebumps along your skin. You glance up at him, finding him scrunching his face as he continues to stretch his arm upwards to grab the bowl for you. The last time you were this close to him was when he, much to yours and everyone else’s surprise, pulled you to the dancefloor during Josh’s wedding the year prior.

This time was different. You didn't feel like friends. No. It’s more than a platonic relationship. You felt that feeling again. What was that feeling? His torso brushed against your side again as he managed to grab the bowl and lower himself back down to the balls of his feet. He looks down at you as he hands you the bowl.

“I can fix a door, but I can’t fix a broken bowl.” He says, adjusting his shirt. Your eyes were still focused on his jaw, following the outline of it to his chin, which then led to his mouth. His lips. So plump and pink. “Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You say, looking back up at his eyes. Even his eyes looked beautiful.

He chuckles and presses a quick kiss to your forehead before stepping away and walking back over the kitchen table. The simple forehead kiss alone sent butterflies flying wildly within your stomach.

When he turns back to face you, you see that he’s holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. They’re a little crumpled, a few missing a petal or two. “I promise they looked a lot better than this, but I had to hide them in the car so you wouldn't see them.” He says as he walks back over. “Is this a good enough reason to come visit?” He hands you the flowers and you take them in your hands.

“They’re beautiful,” You say as you lean into them and inhale deeply. The scents alone sent your head swirling but the thought he had to even buy you flowers sent your whole body soaring into the clouds.

“Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl.” You look up at him and smile. “Sorry,” He sheepishly laughs. “That was too corny.”

You giggle and set the flowers on the countertop. “Not corny, but cute. Been a while since someone’s called me beautiful.” You admit, a twinge of sadness panging your heart.

“Well it’s true,” He says. “I mean it.” You feel his knuckle brush up against your chin before he gently lifts it so you’re looking him in his eyes again. “And I’ll keep telling you that every day until my last breath.”

“Very romantic for best friends.”

He smiles. “That is because I hope we can be more than just best friends.” He says.

“Jake..”

“I know this could alter everything, but I’m willing to take that risk.”

Your eyes travel back to his lips. “Kiss me..” You breathlessly whisper.

He didn’t hesitate and you’re glad that he didn’t. As soon as his lips make contact with yours, the same feeling reignites and explodes like a million tiny fireworks inside of your body. The goosebumps rise again when you feel his hand slide around your waist and come to a stop on your back holding you close.

“So I guess the Fourth of July is canceled,” He says when he pulls apart from you. “Because I think we just had our own little firework show.”

You giggle, pressing your forehead into his chest. “Shut up.”

He chuckles and wraps his arms around you. “Are we still platonic?” He asks.

“I think that kiss confirms that to be a ‘no’.” You say, lifting your head back up. “Platonic or romantic, I’ve realized that I want you regardless.”

“Good,” He kisses your forehead. “So do I.”

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[mermaidslabyrinth]

First off thank you @vhagar-balerion-meraxes and @dr-aegon for tagging me. This one made me think and i enjoyed filling it out. 🌈

What's the origin of your blog title? I’ve always thought mermaids were such fun fantasy beings. And really fun to believe in. Plus they’re my sister’s favorite (I’m a fairy girl…idk why I didn’t pick fairy but it’s who I am now). Labyrinth is a roll over from my old blog name (lost-in-lokis-labyrinth) but was just too much so I just took labyrinth. Plus, I really like Ariadne from the myth.

OTP(s) + shipname: Serena/Darien (I don’t think they have a ship name. Sailor Moon; old school dub [Forever sad my tapes got ruined 😭]), Kylux (Kylo Ren & Hux [Star Wars]), Harringrove (Billy Hargrove & Steve Harringston [Stranger Things]), Daemond (Aemond & Daemon [House of the Dragon])

I like how the three people above me are like: Aegond 🥰. And I'm over here like: ...Daemond 😃.

Favourite colour: Lavender

Song stuck in your head: Boss Bitch -Doja Cat (I had to look up the title and who sang it). I may have been watching a video about Daemon I have on my phone with this song.

Weirdest habit/trait: I am very particular where things go in the fridge and freezer. Like only liquids on the top shelf in the fridge. Nice, neat, organized. My mom asked the other day about it when she caught me moving a container to the second shelf. I said “yes, it drives me nuts.” Also my room, I’ll know if something is out of place. Even if it looks like it was haphazardly put there.

Hobbies: Writing, reading, rewatching shows from my younger years, making memes of my HotD OMC for my Pinterest boards, got back into drawing

If you work, what's your profession? I take care of my mother. And help out with my nephews.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Be paid to travel or do nothing.

Something you're good at: Organizing. Cleaning. Set me loose in a home and will make every thing tidy and clean (except the bathtub…idk why but no).

Something you collect: Pins. Mostly Disney, Sailor Moon, cryptid, pride. Monster High Dolls (og) but only if I find them out shopping at thrift stores.

Something you forget: Simple tasks. If I don’t write it down I can get side tracked…

What's your love language? I just like to help or get something for someone.

Favourite movie/show: Ever After, I can watch that at any point in the movie. // Roseanne (88-97 series), season 9 sucked but there were a handful of good episodes in it.

Favourite food: Falafels and naan. With baklava for dessert.

Favourite animal: Elephant. They are the first thing I want to see at the zoo. I know it’s frowned upon now but I am so happy I got to ride one as a child.

What were you like as a child? Odd. Very imaginative. I could easily play by myself. Ornery (my grama called me that a lot, others just called me a brat). I was a spirited child and didn’t back down easily.

Favourite subject at school: English

Least favourite subject: Science tied with math (terrible teachers). Honorable mention: PE

What's your best character trait? I’m willing to listen. I may not give good or any advice, but I will listen to what you have to say.

What's your worst character trait? I can be quite stubborn. In my family we call it the ‘[Grampa’s last name] Gene’. Bc it seemed like everyone related to that side is beyond stubborn.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? That I could travel to places I would love to see.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? I think it would have been fun to meet my mom when she was in her twenties to early thirties. Like just before she had me. She was such a lively, fun person. The stories I’ve heard, I’d like to see them first hand.

GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS

@lonnson thank you so much for the tag!🫶

What's the origin of your blog title? It's an oxymoron-ish rendition of one of my childhood nicknames (Snow White).

OTP(s) + shipname: Hannigram (Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham, NBC Hannibal); Mary and Matthew Crawley, Downton Abbey (no ship name afaik); Farawyn (Faramir and Eowyn, The Lord of the Rings); Tomgreg (Tom Wambsgans and Greg Hirsch, Succession); Aegond (Aegon II and Aemond Targaryen, Fire&Blood/House of the Dragon)

Favourite colour: green

Song stuck in your head: The Line by Twenty One Pilots

Weirdest habit/trait: refusing to do certain things just on principle, without any kind of rational explanation (it doesn't happen often but some of those principles are very silly)

Hobbies: travelling, reading, writing poems, listening to music, watching movies/TV shows, making collages that I pretty much never post

If you work, what's your profession? I head a division of the Fares and Services department in a public transportation company.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Project management (it's pretty close to my current job, so I'm fine in that regard).

Something you're good at: planning events and mediating conflicts

Something you hate: having to defer to stupid people's judgment

Something you collect: chopsticks

Something you forget: buying salt🤣 For some reason I'm always caught off guard when I run out of it and then go without for a solid week because my brain just can't process the fact that the salt is gone.

What's your love language? Problem solving.

Favourite movie/show: The Lord of the Rings, Love Actually, Inception (movies); Hannibal, Succession (shows)

Favourite food: OMG, I don't even know! I'm such a foodie that I can't really choose.

Favourite animal: cats

What were you like as a child? Very Hermione Granger-like.

Favourite subject at school: English and history

Least favourite subject: PE (mainly because the teacher was an effing tyrant)

What's your best character trait? I'm responsible and dependable.

What's you're worst character trait? I procrastinate way more than I should.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I'd like to be more certain about the future (big freakin' detail, right).

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? My maternal grandfather who died before I was born. He was a remarkable man; plus I've been told time and time again that I resemble him a lot, often in really uncanny ways.

No pressure tags: @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @very-straight-blog @autumnrose11 @heretherebebookdragons

[per-the-jellicle-magician]

"average Cats fan has many aus" factoid is actually just a statistical error. average Cats fan has one au they're working on. Per, who lives in a hole and has at least 30 aus is an outlier and should not have been counted

[fandomfairyuniverse]

Pat 🤝 babe 🤝 plawan

🤝= being really, really into how their boyfriend smells

[piningpercussionist]

Is.. this your cat? Or is this cat.. you?

Oh!

*Kim gently takes Kit (cat) Pine into her arms, smiling softly down at her for a moment.*

Not my cat, no... technically me, yes? Dunno where she came from, exactly, but I think I remember her coughing up a hairball or something onto Scott's coat not that long ago. Devious little thing... I like her, obviously.

[intermundia]

Hey, I'm new to the Star Wars fandom here (TT) and I am an avid reader, can you suggest what books I should buy and in what order because u seem like a pretty well organized guy in terms of books, thanks (plz help, I will literally go broke if I buy them all, thanks)

welcome to star wars!!! 🫶 it's a hell of a mess but it's worth it haha i've been collecting for awhile, i have 173 of the novels (here's a link to an inventory spreadsheet if you're curious which ones), but there are almost four hundred available if you include all legends and extended universe in addition to disney canon. which is frankly too many lol

a useful book is the essential reader's companion by pablo hidalgo, which was published in 2012 and provides short summaries of all novels published before then, so you have a sense of what kind of books are available about the EU etc. it's good to have on hand to guide you through the absolute thicket that is legends haha

my personal area of interest is the prequels and obi-wan/anakin, so those are the books i really know the most about. the thrawn books by timothy zahn are notoriously pretty good for example, but i've only read one of them, and can't really comment on the rest. i've also only read one high republic book, light of the jedi by charles soule, which i adored, but can't comment on the rest of that era either.

my three very favorite sw books are:

revenge of the sith by matthew stover

darth plagueis by james luceno

rogue planet by greg bear

a selection of other ones i enjoyed:

padawan by kiersten white

wild space by karen miller

phantom menace by terry brooks

shatterpoint by matthew stover

labyrinth of evil by james luceno

dark lord: rise of darth vader by james luceno

lords of the sith by paul kemp

master and apprentice by claudia gray

dark disciple by christie golden

kenobi by john jackson miller

life and legend of obi-wan kenobi and the rise and fall of darth vader by ryder windham are two kids books that i really enjoyed

if you want to know comics (which are some of the best star wars media of all time) or my favorite nonfiction reference books let me know!!

also, a pro tip i guess is to check out ebay used book lots, people dump big piles of sw books all the time for relatively cheap and that can be a great way to jumpstart a collection without breaking the bank

[camellcat]

WTFFF I thought thirteen would be my new girl crush love of my life heart eyes wife you-came-after-twelve-you-must-be-better-than-they're-all-saying bbygirl and then I had to sit down and watch as she told a man who (if he were not a murderer, of course) literally every regeneration before her would've LOVED and FULLY SUPPORTED that "the systems aren't the problem. how people use and exploit the system, that's the problem. people like you" </33333 !?!?

[ragingtwilight]

Obsessed w some random charas i had in a dream

[evadingreallife]

I say yes but what i mean is that i need a moment to think about where the sun is and then i'll know where north is

My friend just. Didn't know where north was???

[sp1resong]

send me ask's :teehee:

[kerosene-saint]

my bad memory effects me in such weird ways.

[toontwink]

So... Big Top Turnabout

I know that people hate it, and after watching the Game Grumps play through it I'm curious what the main gripe is. Is it:

The 3 creepy dudes interested in a 16 y/o girl

The extra amount of backtracking/moving around to progress the case

The weird dialogue that feels really off

That one song plays way too much

The characters kind of suck

Milk??

Is it just all of these things or is there like a main reason AA fans think of it as "THAT case /neg"?

[moondancediner]

Love of my Life

summary: the dagger squad meets hangman's best-kept secret

jake seresin x reader

word count: 1490

warnings: no editing, fluff

a/n: this popped into my head the other night... enjoy! also this gif makes me CHOKE ohmylord

song rec: love of my life - harry styles

masterlist

It wasn’t on purpose. Nights when you and Jake ended up at the same bar were never planned, mostly because your friends from work always wanted to go somewhere downtown, and Jake’s friends from work always wanted to go to the Hard Deck so there was never a chance for the two groups to intersect. 

Tonight, however, your friends had enough of hearing about all your nights at the Hard Deck with your fighter pilot husband who drops by work every once and a while with lunch or a gorgeous bouquet of flowers. They decided to venture out to the Hard Deck tonight for your monthly get-together and you weren’t going to miss an opportunity to ogle at your husband from across the bar while he played darts and pool with his Dagger Squad friends who just so happened to be in town visiting. 

And that’s exactly where you found yourself on this lovely Friday night. Your friend walked over to your standing table with another drink for you and you thanked her with a smile. She immediately started diving into some workplace gossip, keeping her voice quiet since so many of your colleagues had managed to make it out tonight. You half-listened to her go on how bad the break room refrigerator smelled the other day but your real focus was on Jake who was playing pool with Phoenix, Fanboy, and Bob. He had Bob on his team and you were surprised to see him actually give the man a chance to play without correcting or coaching him. 

You knew all about the Dagger Squad, when Jake was first sent out here you followed him, even knowing this wouldn’t be a permanent duty station, and he talked about everyone he was competing against non stop. From the moment he came home after training you were getting a full rundown of the days happening (you were sworn to secrecy of the top secret events, of course). You learned quickly who was who, even if you never got the opportunity to meet them. 

After the mission, you were pulling out boxes and getting ready to move what little belongings you brought over to the island when Jake came home and surprised you to your core. He accepted a teaching position here on the North Island and you were staying for the foreseeable future. 

You were shocked but over the moon. Jake would be in one spot for at least a couple years and wouldn’t be off on deployments and missions so often. You could start a family and he could actually be there for all of it. 

“Hello? Anybody home?” A hand waving in front of your face brought you out of memories and a trance you hadn’t realized you were in. You laughed and smiled at your friend, but not before catching the eye of Phoenix, who totally caught you staring at Jake. 

“Sorry, sorry, got a little lost there.” You waved her hand out of your face and took another sip from your drink. 

“I’ll say,” she laughed, “I mean, I get it.” Her eyebrows wagged and you laughed heartily, throwing your head back. She was always complimenting your choice of husband and you had to agree with her, he was fine as hell. 

“Fuck, I think one of his friends just caught me staring,” you said once the laughter died down. 

“Remind me again why he doesn’t tell them about you?” 

“It started off as a joke,” you start, “he wanted to see how long it would take one of them to notice, and now it’s just an ongoing bet we have.” 

“A bet I am about to win, by the way.” Jake suddenly appears behind you and you’re happy to see him until his words sink in.

“You’re not allowed to interfere!” You point at him and he just laughs. 

“No interference, I promise.” He leans on the table you two are standing at and you almost forget about the bet for a second because his green eyes still captivate you even after all this time. 

“Well, what are you doing over here then?”

“See now, that’s where it gets interesting because someone caught you looking at me,” he tips his beer over in the direction of his friends, who scatter like chickens when you turn your head to look at them, “and they bet me $20 that I couldn’t walk over here and get your phone number.” 

“Hmmm, seems like fair play to me.” Your friend interjects, looking contemplatively between you and your cheating husband. 

A noise comes out of your mouth, somewhere between disbelief and betrayal. You only had one month left before the bet was yours and you could claim your prize and now this happens, the perfect opportunity falls right into Jake’s lap. 

“Did none of them notice the giant ring on my finger?” You hold up your wedding rings, which glint even in the dim bar lighting and Jake takes your fingers in his hand, bending them towards himself before placing a kiss on your knuckles. You swoon. It’s impossible not to. “Don’t try to distract me, you’re in trouble.” 

“Come on darlin’,” His hand fell away from yours but moved slyly around your hip, where it curled around the belt loops of your shorts, and just then, while his face was inching towards yours, your wedding song came on. 

“When did this song get added to the jukebox?” 

“I may have put in a special request.” His smile did you in. You met him halfway and when your lips met that familiar kaleidoscope of butterflies took flight. Jake pulled away just to smile at you some more before pressing a few quick kisses to your lips. When he backed away enough, you took the chance to look over his shoulder and see what his friends thought. 

The entire group was standing around, completely gobsmacked at what just occurred and you could only imagine what was running through their minds. 

“After you, Mrs. Seresin,” Jake whispered in your ear. You gave him the best glare you could but he just laughed and grabbed your hand to walk you over to the group of people you already felt like you knew. 

Jake chuckled as you got within ear shot. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet someone,” he pulled you under his arm and you automatically slid your own across his back, “this is my wife.” He said it with genuine pride, a stark contrast to his usual cocky tone everyone was used to. 

“Wife?” Rooster repeated, dumbfounded.

“Pick your jaw up off the floor, Bradshaw.”

You ignored Jake and introduced yourself to everyone with a quick wave. “It’s nice to finally meet you all.” 

There was a beat of silence while you watched everyone process what was happening, but Phoenix broke it with a laugh. “You’ve been holding out on us, Bagman!” 

“Yeah, what the hell, man!” Rooster seemed downright offended that Jake would keep such a secret from them and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“It’s not all Jake’s fault,” You come to his defense, “we had a bet going, which I just lost.” 

“What bet did you two have?” Bob asked, coming forward to introduce himself to you properly. 

You shook his outstretched hand, smiling. “We wanted to see how long it would take for someone to figure out he was married.”

“You… you don’t wear a wedding ring?” Rooster seemed to be having the hardest time with this revelation and it was cracking you up. 

Jake pulled his dog tags out from under his shirt, proudly turning them around to display his gold wedding band that perfectly matched the one around your finger. They both belonged to his grandparents and he was so proud to give you his grandmother's band on your wedding day. 

Phoenix studied the two of you for a moment, watched the way you started to sway to a song and Jake immediately joined in, watched how his attention always drifted back to you, and how his entire cocky dimenor melted away as soon as you were near. 

“So, what’s the story? How did you manage to bag Hangman?” Natasha asked, leaning her hands on the pool cue in front of her. 

Jake pretended to be offended. “I’m not that wild.” 

You roll your eyes affectionately before diving into the story of how you and Jake met. It was nothing spectacular or anything you would want to make a movie about, but it was a whirlwind romance that ended in the two of you married in the Seresin family’s backyard three summers ago. 

When you finished your story, all smiles for your husband, Rooster raised his beer in a toast. “Welcome to the family, Mrs. Seresin.” 

Jake couldn’t help but smile. It felt good to let the team in on his best-kept secret, even if he was gonna pay for her losing the bet later on tonight. 

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thanks for reading ily

Requests are open 🫶🏻

[squiddy-god]

HSR men and manhandling

Manhandling HCS pt one?

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Ok so this is actually just because i have lust in my heart lmao- this came to me in a dream so buckle up, i am definitely willing to do more characters because i have thoughts- reminder that i often write smut from an afab perspective but that its gn! Because i am a trans man so ftm reader you guys are my faves <3 this is for everyone tho. These are lowkey long-

♥︎REQUEST ARE OPEN ♥︎

ARGENTI, BOOTHILL, DR RATIO, JING YUAN 

Cw: smut, suggestive content to just straight smut, man handling,dom!/top characters. Established relationship, biting, no pronouns (afab anatomy), implied chubby/bigger reader, PDA, slight exhibitionism, mentions of bath sex,mentions of oral (m & f receiving)  Description of touching hair (no texture described), aftercare is given even if not fully described  i have so many thoughts 

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Argenti 

Ok hear me out-

He doesn't do it on purpose, argenti to his core is a gentle lover

But he's a knight of beauty and quite strong, throwing around a huge spear as if it was nothing, effortlessly defeating monsters in his pursuit of beauty

And until you, he traveled alone, you are truly a blessing from Idrila and who is he to refuse such a blessing. 

Argenti naturally just waxes poetry to everyone and everything, it ramps up with you, it's more tender and loving. The other thing is that he's more physical, kissing a lock of your hair, the back of your hands, embracing you, dancing with you etc. this is where the problems is (its not a problem i NEED this man)

Argenti doesn't often show physical affection with anyone besides his beloved (you) so he sometimes forgets his strength, and while he could NEVER dream of handling you in any way except with tender care and the touch of a gentleman 

He ends up manhandling you. 

Argenti also loves you with everything, sex is special, its connection, it is devotion 

And he is DEVOTED 

Gently grasping your hand and waist to pull you into his embrace simply so he can admire you? The force is enough to (literally) almost sweep you off your feet

Drawing your body close to his, the music drowning out the noise you make as he moves you to dance with him. 

It's like you weigh nothing to him, he can simply move you however he wants.

Often sweeps you off your feet because he forgets that most can't just sweep you into one arm while the other cradles your face. 

What's hot about it is that he is literally manhandling you with such a tender expression you almost forget the way his hands grip your hips as if argenti is trying to commit the feeling of your plush body to his memory (he is) 

Argenti is a giver in the bedroom, but the manhandling continues 

Asks before he does literally anything- can he move your hips up? Can he kiss you? What do you need from him? 

But once he has your consent on permission THIS MAN FOLD YOU IN HALF

If he's giving you head/eating you out? Consider your legs PINNED DOWN, once you tell him that he can finally have a taste he is dragging you across the soft sheets of his bed and DIVORCING your legs. 

His favorite position for eating you out is him sitting on the bed with your legs slung over his shoulders and a bruising grip on your hips and thighs holding you up like its nothing, he likes it because it makes it so easy for you to look up at him while he maintains the most loving eye contact you have ever received. 

Back to Argenti folding you in half- he will be balls deep in you panting and huffing while he's practically slamming into you, his hands grabbing at any part of you he can reach, tummy, thighs, love handles- anything. He let out a breathy moan asking to move you “just a bit” and when you nod your head with a whine he's dragging you closer and throwing one leg over shoulder before leaning down to ask for a kiss, practically pressing your knee to your shoulder. 

Always is so shocked at how sore you are despite the fact he was bending and folding you like origami- he truly doesn't realize just how much he throws you around.  

Boothill

It wasn't intentional…at first

Once he realizes just how much he man handles you (and how hot and bothered it gets you) it is 100% intentional 

He is a menace and is unashamed of anything

His metal body is a lot stronger than a human body is so there is a lot more that he can do

Boothill is unashamed, he dosn’t give a fuge who sees, in fact- a more possessive side of him is very happy to see the the stares he garners with his hands around your waist practically dragging you along with his long strides

Boothill’s two favorite activities include pulling you towards him by the waist, and holding you there when you try to squirm away as he bites and nibbles your cheeks

Traveling with boothill is dangerous so shootouts with ipc and any other bounties he's hunting aren't uncommon, neither are hasty escapes where he hoists you up and slings you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes

Honestly him throwing you over his shoulder isn't uncommon even if it's not for a hasty escape

Oh the cyborg sees you talking to someone he thinks is getting a little too friendly? He doesn't care how much you protest he is dragging you away 

Back to the shootouts, if he sees your gonna get punched, shot or otherwise harmed he is pulling and pushing you all over the place like a ragdoll after all his reflexes are a lot quicker than yours so 

Another one who likes to dance (did you see those moves) and he’s not even sorry as he pulls you against him to dance, laughing as he moves you. 

The more boothill knows you like being manhandled the more he does it- sometimes it's really just to tease you

Pinning you down in your cair before letting you get up, all while hes laughing at how flustered you get

Boothill’s manhandling isn't so much about folding you in half but more so keeping you there- 

He loves to throw you onto the bed- after he's hauled you off from a far to friendly chap, or a gunfight he will throw you onto the bed as you bounce slightly 

This mostly happens once you are both safe from a bounty or gunfight- artificial adrenaline pumping through the tubes he calls veins and it has him itching to have you 

Pinning your hands above your head and kissing you with a little too much teeth

Dirty lip biter

He bites his lips when he's pissed off (often) and when he kisses you (also often) so you should both invest in chapstick because your lips are bit to high hell by the time boothill pulls away

Big big fan of fucking you against a wall- might as well put this metal bod to work in his opinion, and what a better way to use it than to grab fistfulls of thigh and ass while your legs rest on his cold hips? 

Its perfect because he only needs one arm to hold you up, the other free to roam and pinch where he wants 

Chronic ass slapper

If he sees an opportunity to smack your ass he. Is. taking. It. 

You alway know because you hear the clink of his boots and the accessories against him and the loud wolf whistle he lets out.

Dr.ratio 

The good doctor is somewhat oblivious 

He acknowledges that sometimes he dose move you in a way that would be considered manhandling but is mostly unaware of the effect it has on you

The difference with ratio is that so much of  his manhandling is in a domestic way, 

Oh he needs a mug for his tea and you are doing something in front of the counter where the cabinet is? Prepare for a stong hand on you waist and he moves you to the side like you are little to no obstacle

Oh you are getting swept up in the crowd? Fear not for veritas places a hand on the small of your back to guide you with him as he practically cuts through the crowds. Really its more of pushing you but really whos complaining?

Personally i am a fan of men who are closet/secret FREAKS and veritas ratio is a freak

I think hes rather possessive in the sense that while he is wholly confident and secure in himself and you- afterall why would you leave him for some idiot 

It is a small irrational feeling that plays into the fact he is quick to annoyance and anger 

The temper of the dr is well know tho very rarely directed at you 

It is moment like this that hes more hands, his hand a death grip on your shoulder or the plush softness of your waist as his words cut harshly to the person getting to friendly 

You are HIS idiot (affectionate) 

One of the best (read: hottest) things to watch him do is sculpt. I hc that beyond stone and marble ratio also dables in clay and pottery (im bias)

Watching this man wedge clay is an ✨experience ✨, his thick toned arms that flex with earth movement, the way his back is pulled taught and his palms press the clay against the surface.

Hes practically leaning over it and grunting (wedging clay is an arm workout) . I mean how could you not watch that slack jawed wondering when it's your turn? (i'm gonna write suggestive ration on the wheel) 

IN THe BATH?? Not enough ratio bath sex in my life tbh but this man is aughhhhhh

Ratio likes his baths, warm relaxing water and a good book? Perfect 100 points. Having you with your back pressed against his chest? Extra credit 

Dr ratios love languages are info dumping and acts of service change my mind. He likes to be useful, a deep seeded need to help people, and especially you. He likes to wash you in the bath, from washing your hair to scrubbing you clean he wants to help so just relax into putty in his arms 

He doesn't hesitate to turn and maneuver you however he needs to scrub and clean you and he manhandles you because you're a bit slippery. His grip is more firm (when is it not?) 

One thing he does slightly unintentionally is turning your face/head to face him/look him in the eyes. His hands grab your jaw or squish your cheeks as he turns you to look at him making sure you are paying 100% attention 

Same with kisses, a firm hand at the nape of the neck pressing you further into him. 

Guess what? Its your turn because this touch starved man is grabby it isnt a want he needs to be grabign at anything he can rach his hands practically kneading your soft flesh while you get flipped and folded. 

This man is a dr…he knows all the angles that make you writhe and he intends to exploit them even if he has to pull out and fold you in half before pushing himself back in 

Big fan of pressing down while kneading your stomach right where he knows his cock is so deep inside you 

Jing yuan 

The lazy general 100% dose it on purpose, hiding behind that warm grin despite his actions 

Most of the time he is very gentle, but there are times when his work becomes rather taxing and he needs a small break 

The small break being waiting for you to walk close enough only for his strong arms to wrap around you and pull you down into his lap where you will NOT be leaving 

This is his main form of man handling, pulling you into his lap and holding you in his iron grip

Big fan of naps and he will often pull you into the optimal sleeping/cuddle position whenever he gets the chance to

Oh your arm is falling asleep? Don't worry he just picks you up and maneuvers you to basically lay on top of him

He lights the weight of your body, his very own weighted and heated blanket 

He plays the fool but there is a distinct twinkle in his golden eyes when he sees the way you grow flustered whining about how your in his office and-

But it doesn't matter to him because he needs this- so just stay in his lap a little longer 

He's even worse in bed- his work keeps him busy so he feel that he needs to compensate by absolutely rocking your world

Really it depends on the time of day- ironically you get manhandled more in the mornings when he wakes up hard and absolutely aching for you

In the mornings when you are both still sleepy he drags you closer to him, kissing up your shoulder and neck until he has you begging for him in that morning voice he finds so irresistible, 

Wastes no time spooning you, letting out a groan as he slides inside you and rocks you against him- his hands have a firm bruising grip on your hips as he rocks you against him with force 

One hand remains on your hip to keep up the punishing pace while the other holds your jaw so you twist to kiss him- and he cant get enough, he slams you back against him rougher and rougher until you are both satisfied and he is all but forced out of your shared bed. 

The second is at night when he has you on top of him, riding him while his hands grab your ass and thighs, throwing your weight around while he looks up at you with the same lazy grin he always has

As if he isn't bouncing you along his length just waiting for you to stutter from the burn in your legs- all an excuse to pick you up and pin you back against the bed under him- 

All an excuse to be able to leave open mouth kisses against your skin while he has his fill of your pillowy softness 

In summary he knows exactly what he's doing and he knows exactly how riled up you get when he uses just a little of his strength on you. 

Don't let the drowsy grin on his face fool you. Menace through and though 

[enhaflixer]

Enhypen's reaction when you ask them to run an errand, but they refuse because they’re cuddling you (or just horny )

cw: suggestive, physical touch, nsfw-ish, domestic au, clingy bfs, light possessiveness, makeout session down bad bfs, playful banter, skinship

wc: 1.2K

AN: LEMME KNOW WHAT YALL THINK!

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

Heeseung is half-asleep, his head resting on your stomach, one arm draped lazily over your waist while his fingers skim absentmindedly up and down your thigh.

You hesitate for a second, watching his slow, relaxed breathing, before deciding to just get it over with.

"Babe," you whisper. "Can you run to the store and grab some milk?"

Heeseung lets out the longest, most dramatic groan, snuggling deeper into your stomach like a lazy cat.

"Noooooo," he whines. "I’m too comfy. My body is one with the bed."

"It’s just a quick trip—"

"Babe," he peeks up at you, his voice low and raspy with sleep. "Would you really make me get up right now? Look at me. I’m so comfortable. So warm. So soft."

You blink. "Did you just describe yourself like a heated blanket?"

"I did. And you love it."

You roll your eyes, threading your fingers through his hair, and he hums in complete bliss, smiling sleepily as he presses a kiss against your stomach.

"Mmm. That’s right. Keep doing that. Forget about the milk."

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

His lips are hot and demanding against yours, hands gripping your waist so firmly that your body melts into him with every passing second. His tongue slides against yours, his body pressing you deeper into the couch, heat rolling off him in waves as his fingers trace fire across your skin.

You sigh against his lips, your mind foggy, your body buzzing—

"Babe," you murmur. "Did you remember to grab the eggs?"

Jay freezes.

Pulls back just enough to blink down at you, his expression so bewildered you’d think you just said you were leaving him for his best friend.

"Did I—what?"

You blink up at him, breathless. "The eggs. From the store."

There’s a long silence. Jay stares at you, his hands still firm on your waist, his lips swollen from kissing you senseless—and then he just laughs.

A disbelieving, almost offended laugh.

"Baby, I have you pinned under me, sporting a boner, about to eat you out, and you’re thinking about eggs?"

You open your mouth to respond, but he’s already shaking his head, leaning back in to press a teasing, open-mouthed kiss against your jaw.

"You’re lucky you’re cute," he murmurs against your skin, trailing kisses down your throat, nipping playfully just to remind you of what you almost ruined.

The eggs can wait.

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

Jake is practically glued to you, his arms locked around your waist, his lips pressing slow, lazy kisses along your jaw.

"Babe," you murmur, trying not to get distracted. "Can you grab the package from the mailroom?"

Jake freezes mid-kiss, then groans dramatically, burying his face in your neck.

"Ughhhhh. No. My body stopped working. I'm paralyzed."

"Jake—"

"Shhh," he cuts you off, pressing another kiss to your skin, softer this time. "Just let me love you."

You ignore him.

Jake pauses. Then kisses you again—slower, warmer, needier.

You ignore that too.

He pulls back slightly, pouting. "Are you seriously thinking about the mailroom right now?"

You bite back a smile. "Yes."

Jake gasps, full offense activated. "I am literally kissing you and you’re thinking about a package??"

He flops onto his back, dragging you on top of him, sighing dramatically. "Fine. I’ll go. But when I come back, you owe me."

You laugh, finally leaning down to kiss him. He smiles against your lips, victorious.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

"Hoon, can you run to the store real quick?"

Sunghoon doesn’t even look up from his phone. Instead, he just pulls you onto his lap, his arms sliding effortlessly around your waist, his cold fingers slipping under your shirt as he tugs you flush against him.

"Mm. No."

You shiver, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles along your spine.

"Babe," you exhale, already losing focus as he leans in, lazily pressing his lips against your jaw, your neck, your shoulder—

"Shhh," he murmurs, his voice smooth, low, distracting. "Why would I go anywhere when I have you right here?"

His hands roam lower, slower, his lips trailing soft, teasing kisses along your collarbone, smirking when he feels you tense under his touch.

"The store’s not going anywhere," he mutters against your skin, his lips grazing just beneath your ear. "And neither are you."

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨

"Sunoo, babe, can you go buy some dish soap?"

Sunoo gasps. Loudly. Like you just asked him to walk barefoot across a field of glass.

"Wow. So you’re sending me out into the cruel world while you stay here, warm and comfortable?"

You blink. "The store is literally down the street."

"ANYTHING could happen!" He throws himself dramatically onto your lap, clutching his chest. "What if I get lost? What if I get kidnapped? What if I trip and fall, and no one ever finds me?"

You roll your eyes, pushing at his shoulders. "Baby, please—"

"No, no. It’s fine. I’ll go. Just… if I don’t come back, tell my story. Make sure they know I was a loving boyfriend, taken too soon—"

"SUNOO."

"Ugh, fine." He sits up, sighing dramatically, then leans in to kiss your cheek. "But only because I love you. And because we need dish soap."

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

Jungwon has you completely trapped under him, one leg draped over yours, his arms locked around your waist, and his face tucked into the curve of your neck like a human-sized koala. His soft breaths tickle your skin, warm and steady, his entire body molded against yours as if you’re his personal pillow.

You hesitate for a second, feeling a little guilty for disturbing him, but you really need him to run a quick errand.

"Babe?" you whisper, brushing his hair out of his face.

He hums sleepily, tightening his arms around you, pressing himself even closer if that were even possible.

"Can you pick up the dry cleaning?" you try, running your fingers through his hair in hopes of softening the blow.

Jungwon makes a small grumbling noise, nuzzling into your neck.

"No," he mumbles against your skin.

"Jungwon."

"Nope. Can’t. Physically impossible."

"Babe, it’s literally five minutes away."

"That’s five minutes too far from you," he murmurs, pressing tiny, sleepy kisses along your shoulder, his fingers slipping under your shirt to trace lazy circles against your spine.

You sigh, heart melting at how ridiculously clingy he is. He hums in satisfaction, his lips ghosting over your collarbone, fingers still drawing slow, soothing shapes on your back.

"See?" he whispers, kissing his way up your jaw. "Just stay here. With me. Forever."

You’re never getting that dry cleaning.

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢

"Riki, can you go buy some batteries?"

Silence.

You glance over. He’s sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the screen, completely ignoring you.

"Riki."

Nothing.

You nudge his leg. "I know you can hear me."

Without looking away, he grabs your wrist and pulls you down next to him, locking an arm around your waist.

"Shhh. Important scene."

"Okay, but after this—"

"Mmm."

"That’s not an answer."

He nods absently, still not listening.

Frustrated, you grab the remote and pause the movie.

Riki slowly turns his head, eyes narrowing. "You did not just do that."

"I did. Now, about the—HEY!"

Before you can finish, he grabs you, drags you onto his lap, and unpauses the movie, trapping you against him.

"Nope. You made your choice. Now we’re both watching."

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[seumyo]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ THE DRESS CODE

Bakugou was in a bad mood.

It was stupid, really. Absolutely stupid. But he couldn’t help the scowl on his face as he approached your desk.

“Oi,” he snapped, crossing his arms. “What the hell are you wearing?”

He had taken his time this morning, making sure the maroon shirt he picked out was one he actually liked. It wasn’t over the top or anything—just a plain shirt with a white skull on the back, paired with some casual black pants.

But it was the principle of the matter. You were supposed to match. That was the whole damn point.

The UA student council had this dress code specifically to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Maroon for those who’re in a relationship, blue for those in a situationship, green for those in the “friend zone,” black for those who are admirers from afar, and the plain school uniform for those who are more inclined in their studies to even bother with romantic relationships.

Was this your way of subtly denying him as your boyfriend? It wasn’t like you two were in hiding—and it’s not like he doesn’t mention that you two are seeing each other whenever someone pesters him about it.

You looked up, eyes wide and innocent. “Huh? My uniform?”

Bakugou’s brow twitched. “Yeah, I can see that. Why?”

You blinked, clearly not understanding what he was getting to. “Because… it’s Friday?”

“Did you forget what today is?”

You stared blankly at him, confusion written all over your face.

“...Friday?”

“Valentine’s Day!” he barked, causing a few of your classmates to glance over in amusement. He jerked his thumb at his own shirt—a simple red tee with a black skull printed on the back. “Maroon’s for people who are dating. Thought we were gonna match.”

You felt as though your soul just left your body.

“Oh... oh.” Your hands flew to your mouth. “I... I didn’t know! You never told me!”

“Didn’t think I had to. It’s common sense.”

“And you don’t even like Valentine’s Day! So... I thought we weren’t doing the dress code thing...”

That was true. But still! He was adamant on making you look like the one in the wrong here.

“Well, I am,” he pouted. So subtle it could be mistaken for his signature grimace. “And I heard from Ears that you were planning on wearing maroon, you idiot.”

“I told her—I was thinking about it, though.”

Bakugou’s shoulders sagged, the irritation draining a little. “Yeah, well... I went and did it. Thought it’d be obvious we’re together if we matched. You had a shirt with a golden dragon on the back, too, right?”

Your heart fluttered, your gaze finally meeting his. He remembered. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks—Bakugou Katsuki, the loud, brash, and unapologetically stubborn hero-in-training—your boyfriend, wanted to show off your relationship. Publicly. On Valentine’s Day.

A moment in history!

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Instead, you jumped to your feet. “Wait here!”

Before he could argue, you bolted out of the classroom, leaving Bakugou standing there, baffled. He turned to find his classmates blatantly eavesdropping.

Mina’s eyes were practically sparkling. “Awww, Bakugou, you wanted to match with [Name]?”

Kaminari snickered. “Dude, that’s so cute.”

Kirishima grinned, throwing an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. “You really have gone soft, man.”

Bakugou’s eye twitched, and he shrugged Kirishima’s arm off roughly. “Shut it, Shitty Hair. I just didn’t wanna look like an idiot wearin’ maroon by myself,” he grumbled. “And Sero’s wearing green—‘nd I don’t see anyone picking on him!”

“Cool it, man,” Sero laughed, shaking his head. “The incident still stings.”

“We salute you, brave soldier,” Kaminari replied.

Mina sighed dramatically, resting her chin on her hands. “Young love...”

His cheeks turned crimson. “Mind your own damn business!”

Before his embarrassment could escalate, you came running back, slightly out of breath, with something red clutched in your hands. You unfolded it and slipped it on—a maroon cardigan. It hugged your frame just right, with allowance to spare, the color bringing out the warm shimmer in your eyes.

You looked at him, your fingers fiddling with the buttons. “I had this in my locker. Does this work?”

Bakugou stared at you, his irritation disappearing like a factory reset process. You looked... cute. Really cute. But he wasn’t about to say that out loud. He cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah... s’fine, I guess.”

Your face brightened, a smile breaking across your lips. “Really?”

He looked away, his voice gruff, though there was no heat in his reply. “Whatever.”

Their moment was interrupted by Mina’s dramatic squeal. “And they say romance is dead!”

Kaminari gave a thumbs up. “Didn’t think Bakugou could be such a romantic.”

Kirishima laughed. “Man, who knew you’d be such a softie?”

Bakugou’s eye twitched, and he spun around, his hands sparking. “One more word and I’ll kill all of you!”

His classmates laughed, not the least bit intimidated. They could see right through him—Bakugou Katsuki was completely, undeniably, head-over-heels for you.

Turning back to you, his voice softened, his anger dissipating. “C’mon, let’s go. Cafeteria had those stupid snacks you wanted.”

Your smile never wavered as you followed slightly behind him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Katsuki.”

“Yeah, yeah... Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Bakugou hopes the next Valentine’s Day to come is when he can properly match with you. He won’t let you forget this time around.

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