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insomniadreamzz · 7 months ago

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hii may I request for a smut that's basically gp!jinx seeing her girlfriend, fem reader so motherly and practically glowing around their adopted daughter, isha. and that kinda awakens a sort of breeding fixation in jinx where she's like "we have to make isha more siblings." and she just really wants to get the reader pregnant and expand their little family

additionally, may I be 🫀 anon? :>

Why is this such a AMAZING idea 😭❤️ Anon Youre the best.

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G!P Jinx x Fem!Reader

Contains: G!P (ofc), smut, nsfw, fluff, mention of pregnancy

Also in this fic Jinx and reader have a proper home. Hideout too dangerous for little Isha 👀

Our little Family

Your life had changed since you and Jinx adopted Isha. Neither of you thought a little girl could change so much, making you both act softer, using your free time to look for Isha and play with her which always ended up in a laughing mess.

Jinx even changed. She got that happy spark in her pink eyes she hadn’t shown for a long time after Silco’s death.

She was on her way back home, only to find you and Isha playing happily in her nursery. Since Isha was mute, she only heard your voice talking. One thing Jinx noticed was how happy you are having her, the sight of you with Isha made Jinx think you are a good mother and she noticed you really glowed up in role of a mother. She was just standing by the door which was half open, observing you two without stepping inside, not wanting to interrupt the beautiful scene.

„Now, it’s time to go to bed it’s already late.“ You told Isha after finishing her favourite game, letting the small robot bugs fight which Jinx built.

Isha gave you a little pout but you just chuckled in response. „What? You won again, that’s a good thing isn’t it? Come on don’t gimme that look.“ You said, and Isha just sighed, smiling before giving you a hug and you hugged her back. „Imma read you a story okay?“ You suggest and Isha‘s eyes were glowing with happiness before climbing into her bed, ready for the good night story. You chuckled, happy you convinced her before getting into bed beside her. Isha nuzzled close to you, laying her little head on your chest and you began to read for her.

Jinx couldn’t stop her wide smile as she observed you two, making her think how beautiful it would be if you had your own kids and Isha having siblings to play with.

Soon you heard a little snoring in the middle of reading, stopping as you saw Isha fell deeply asleep, making you smile so bright before silently and carefully shifting away, placing a kiss on her forehead before putting the book away. As you turned to leave, you saw Jinx standing there, looking at you with a loving gaze.

„Hey there toots.“ She said with a low whisper, not wanting to wake Isha up.

„How long are you standing there?“ You asked with a raised eyebrow, closing the door silently behind you, feeling Jinx‘s hands cup your cheeks and placing a kiss on your lips, making you melt in her touch. „Long enough to see what a beautiful mother you are.“ She mentioned and a blush appears on your face. „Thank you…I really want to be a good mother to her and you are too.“ You said.

Later that evening you and Jinx are already in bed after having dinner together. You noticed Jinx was being lost in thoughts all evening but you didn’t want to ask, worried it was something negative and didn’t want to trigger her. „Hey…(Y/N)…?“ You heard her say, making you look at her, watching her looking at the ceiling as she thought how to form words, you only hum in response. „How about…giving Isha a sibling?“

Her question made your cheeks heat up, was she for real? You never thought about it but now you did and the imagination of getting pregnant by your girlfriend, having a own child and sibling to Isha made your heart feel all warm. „You mean it?“ You asked, wanting to make sure it wasn’t one of her jokes but she turned her head to look at you, dead serious. „I want to make you pregnant.“ Jinx voice was never so serious. She really meant it.

„That would be beautiful.“ You said softly, feeling her shift under the blanket you shared before she sat up. The thought of breeding you made her already feel excited. „Then let’s do it.“ She said, about to take off her clothes and you couldn’t help but smile, doing the same before straddling her lap, you both being completely naked.

You start kissing deeply and passionately, feeling her tongue running against your lips, asking for entrance and you let her in, letting her explore your mouth, gaining a soft hum from you, her hands traveling up your breasts to squeeze them and her thumbs playing with your nipples, making them hard. They weren’t the only thing that got hard because of your actions, you felt her cock getting hard too, making you grind your hips against it, your wet folds rubbing against it, making her groan in pleasure. Her lips traveled down to your jaw and then neck, leaving hickeys there and little bites, making you moan as she hit your soft spot. „Fuck…Jinx. I need you…“ You said and you didn’t even have to mention it twice. You lift your hips a little to give her space to get inside you, the way her cock filled you so perfectly made you moan again.

Your hands are resting on her shoulders now for support as you moved your hips, riding her in a slow pace to get used to her size, she moaned into your ear so delicately, making your mind spin. As you got more used to feeling your hips moved even faster instinctively, filling the bedroom with soft moans from both of you. Jinx moved her hands to your hips, giving you more support and helped you moving. Your hands travel to her cheeks, you both looking at each other lustfully but also filled with love and adoration. This wasn’t just sex, it was love making.

Her eyes had that beautiful happy spark again, the look you loved the most. You both ended up kissing each other again while you ride her, soon feeling her hips thrusting up into you, meeting your thrusts. „Oh fuck! Yes right there baby.“ You whine as she hit your spot over and over again, your body shivering, signaling you are close and she knew it. She began thrusting harder, feeling her orgasm getting near as well. „Please give it to me, please cum, I need you!“ You beg and that made something in Jinx’s mind that she got closer and as soon as she felt your walls squeeze around her cock as you came first she came as well, releasing all her cum inside of you with a loud moan. „A-Ahh..! Fuck yes.“ She moaned out, her nails digging into your sides, giving you shivers.

Jinx wasn’t done yet, flipping you over to change positions. „That’s my girl…I love you so much.“ She hums, her hand traveling down along your body, reaching to your clit and playfully rubbing it to give you more pleasure, making you whine when she touched your sensitive bud and the sight of her moving her own fingers to her mouth, tasting you was such a hot view. „Mhh…my tasty girl.“ She had to tease you but that didn’t last long as she began to thrust again, her cock hitting your womb with each thrust, her hands placed on your hips to keep you in place meanwhile you grabbed the bed sheets, moaning with pleasure as she kept on moving, she really wanted to breed you, giving you everything to the last drop she had.

„O-Oh fuck! Fuck! I-…m cumming!“ She released another load inside of you, making your eyes roll back and she kept on thrusting, fucking you so hard you couldn’t even say anything anymore, only moaning and whining. This night she kept on breeding you over and over again until her cock felt sore.

You both were panting heavily after all of this. Laying in each others arms, all cuddled up.

„Damn…that was so hot.“ Jinx said before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, you kissed back before looking into her eyes with so much love. „And the best part is. I am carrying your baby.“ You mentioned, gaining a blush from her. „Yes the best thing that can happen to us toots.“

(Little bonus incoming bc why not ❤️)

A Little time had passed after the love making you did. This morning you felt very nauseous, feeling sick but you also had a idea what else it could be. Since you wanted it to happen and couldn’t wait to finally know if it worked, you already got a test shortly after that night.

You disappeared into the bathroom, Jinx was out somewhere, you didn’t exactly know where she only told you she had to go somewhere but you trusted her enough, not needing a explanation.

Jinx came home after a while, being greeted by Isha, the little girl was so happy, happier than usual, dragging the blue haired woman to the living room where you sat with a bright smile on your face. „Hey there!“ You greeted Jinx with such a bright smile.

„Someone is very happy huh? What’s going on with you two?“ Jinx asked and you just kept on smiling, letting Isha get a picture she drew and showing it to Jinx. There were…four people on it. Jinx, (Y/N), Isha and a smaller one. Jinx quickly got the message as tears of happiness filled her eyes. „God…(Y/N)…you‘re really pregnant?“ She couldn’t believe it even though it was clear it would happen but it still was a happy moment for her, rushing towards you and hugging you so tight before kissing you so much.

„We will be parents“ She realised and you nod happily, caressing her cheek. „Yes Jinx we will be parents of two now.“ You said and she squealed happily before kissing you once again, Isha jumping happily, being also happy she will have a sibling.

„Also um…I have something for you.“ Jinx suddenly said with a serious tone, letting go of you before taking out a little box from her pocket. You could see the nervousness in her and couldn’t really explain why she suddenly behaved like that.

Jinx got on her knees all of a sudden, opening the little box to show a beautiful ring in it, your eyes widen in shock, in a positive way. „God…Jinx is that?“ You started and she cut you off. „(Y/N)…you want to be my wife?“ She asked with a little shaky voice and you couldn’t help but now you were the one squealing of happiness before hugging each other tightly. „Yes! God yes I want to!“ You said and both of you were crying of happiness before she put the ring on your finger. Isha ran towards you both and all of you three hugged, being more than happy. „I love you so much. I love you both so much.“ You said and Jinx agreed. „I love you both too. My little family.“

Now once in her life Jinx felt truly happy, having her own happy family with you, Isha and the little one you were awaiting.

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wandamaximilf · 5 months ago

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Make Me Feel Something

pairing: wanda maximoff + y/n ( mentions of vision )

warnings: 18+, overstimulation, teasing, spit, fingering, lesbian, clit play

summary: when you share disappointing news with wanda about catching vision acting out behind her back, her anger spirals and she takes it out on you, but she has no idea of the wormhole of feelings she's just opened up

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“i didn’t need your help!”

wanda’s hand rockets towards you, jarring you square in the shoulder and nearly knocking you backwards. her other hand, dispelled in crimson swirls, sending the door behind herself slamming shut with such a force you swear the entire compound heard the commotion by now.

“-and what was i supposed to do,” you furrow your brows, perplexed, but with enough venom on your tongue to portray you have no intention of backing down, “not to tell you that i didn’t see your robotic boyfriend with some other woman?”

you stare back at wanda cross, but the bubbling hurt and anger only seems to swell behind green, flecks of red dancing like static in them momentarily.

“vision would never, he actually loves me unlike you spilling lies at me, you’re supposed to be my best friend! why would you make up something like this, out of jealousy?” she spits, seething at this point as she steps towards you in intimidation, though you know the reality of her nature is she would never actually lay a hand on you.

“you’re not thinking clearly,” you shake your head, sympathy laced in your tone, “even if i am lying, why would i do that knowing it would hurt you? do you think that low of me, wanda?” you can tell your words ring logic through her, she knows you would never do something or say something to intentionally hurt her, but right now she is too jaded to even remotely put herself first over another she loves, nothing unusual for her character.

wanda seems to hesitate, as if her initial counter to your question was not a substantial enough response. she can’t fight logic, not right now. her mind

behind it all, you know she’s hurting, reeling behind a fairytale of whom she saw as a lifelong partner now having deceived her.

yet, a part of you always saw this coming after all, he was just a construction of wires and vibranium. at some point his ‘brain’ would malfunction, and you didn’t merely assume that just based on your original disdain for him coming into wanda’s life.

“y/n, just go,” the words nearly sting, as selfish as that feels right now when really wanda is the only one with the right to feel anguish.

unknown to her that for years you’d sat, watching and observing her, silently mesmerized and foolishly in love with the idea that maybe one day wanda would come to terms that the idea of being with you would’ve been a more viable option over vision to begin with. it was torture enough watching them oggle over one another around the compound.

but now he’s the villain in the story, and it’s not exactly the prime moment to confess your feelings long hidden for her. no, it would be too selfish and look as if you were spinning her hurt into an opportunity. you know it would not be the ideal way to confess your deep desire you’ve held for her, imagining her like a high school crush and what it would be like to be loved in that way by her, instead of the friend pledged in loyalty to her.

“wands-“

“get the fuck out!” this time her words are the ones landing venomously, usually the innocence in the nickname grounds her, but not now. not today.

“i can’t just leave you-“

wanda lurches forward, reaching with brisk hostility to grab your upper arm in an attempt to drag you back to the door and out of her bedroom. but you’re quicker, your reflexes are more time– thanks to romanoff’s training. your fingers spool around her wrist, stopping the motion and catching her off guard, enough to send her tripping over herself.

“fuck- you-“ this time wanda’s voice cracks, a pant between each for her loss of balance and catching herself before she falls against you. you can hear the innocence and muddled hurt even under the harsh words. any sparks of red had dissipated from the green in her eyes, now overtaken by the rising swell of tears giving them a glassy aura.

your eyes flick to her mouth as the slur falls from her lips, it even looked unnatural coming from them and you certainly couldn’t bear to watch those tears fall. you’d seen her say those words before, but this time it was different. it wasn’t in jest, yet it wasn’t necessarily in hatred or true anger. the only place it was coming from was agony and the incomprehension of her own emotions right now.

she’d lost so much already, given so much of herself for those she cared about, it only made your heart wretch further. all you wanted to do was console her.

wanda was so inexplicably close to you right now, enough to feel the heat of her breath on your face. it made the hair at the base of your neck stand up, her scent overwhelming you. your thoughts only whirled further, flashes of knowing how in pain she was.

a mix of impulsivity and selfishness to give in to temptation was overwhelming. all you wanted right now was to try and take her pain away in any way possible right now. a distraction. but also a longing release of your own feelings for her. your thoughts swirl a million miles a minute, briefly forgetting about the current situation you’re in.

before you can comprehend your own thoughts, deciding between right and wrong, the heat of wanda’s breath recedes, replaced with a harsh and violent pressure against your lips. it takes you a moment to understand the situation, wanda’s lips now pressed feverishly against yours. there’s a swelling taste of salt and copper washing through your mouth. a mix of her tears, and a stray drop of blood from the newly opened cut on your bottom lip, caused by the velocity of your lip caught between hers and your teeth. her hands had cupped your face at the initial contact, black nails pressing into the back of your jaw as if you might slip away. it stings at first, but you let it be.

you have to break it, this isn’t right, this is wrong. wrong on so many levels. wanda’s heart was broken right now, and this seemed disingenuous.

but you also can’t ignore the immediate warmth that travels through your abdomen, feeling it spin in guilt but also reprieve for finally feeling wanda’s lips against yours that doesn’t stem from a drunken dare.

still, your mind temporarily outweighs your heart and body, and you jerk back, “wanda.. i can’t, th-this isn’t right.” you fumble over the words, almost trying to explain yourself for an action that you didn’t even initiate. meanwhile, sliding your tongue along your bottom lip to quell the sting and erase any last evidence of blood on the small cut.

“you want to make me forget, you want to help, you want this. so just shut up, and make me feel something else- please.” her tone is desperate, pleading, but also firm on where she stands.

your mouth falls agape, wanting to rebuttal, argue this isn’t how you want it to go, that you actually do love her. but now’s not the time, you can connect the dots that she’d already gotten this idea because she’d picked through your thoughts in that moment of silence where she couldn’t find her own words.

now you only had one thing you could do to actually help her in this moment- make her feel something else. her words, right? she was giving you approval.

wanda seeks the opportunity again, impatient and just as harsh with need. aside from the swelling guilt, you can’t help but indulge simultaneously. you can still taste the reminisce of a stray tear or two, but it’s begun to fade. she’s already begun to lose herself in the moment, letting every other thought leave her mind as she sought safety and pleasure in the only person she had left that she truly cared for.

you.

both of your feet are nearly tripping over the other, trying to walk backwards towards her bed as your hands finally give in, rising around the back of her neck. your fingers instantly tangle into locks of fiery orange, gripping just enough to encourage wanda to continue. and she does.

the room has already begun to envelope in a heavy heat, ragged and desperate breaths laced in a mix of emotions but ultimately indulged in the moment. the worry of guilt is still there, but now just a small pit in your stomach as her breathing hitches with each step and between barely audible moans.

wanda pressures you further until you’re both stood parallel to the bottom edge of the bed. you prepare for her to break the kiss when you feel her mouth fall slightly more agape. you want to ask her for reassurance, that this is okay.

before you can manage the words, wanda quickly presses her tongue between your parted lips, not hesitating to explore along your own, running hers along the roof of your mouth. you almost feel embarrassed at the amount of saliva welling up in your mouth and hers, but she only swallows it back hungrily.

a twisting thought wonders if wanda had fantasized this in someway, especially by the speed of her actions, seeming to barely think twice. was there a part of her who had wanted this as well?

the guilt seems void right now, replaced by a thrumming heat gathering between your thighs. wanda seems entirely awash in lust, both your tongues taking turns exploring one another’s mouths.

this time you make your move before wanda can. your hands abandon her hair, quickly working off her jacket, allowing her to shrug it to the floor between kisses as you begin to pull at the bottom hem of her shirt. this time she’s pulls away, but only enough for you to allow space to pull her shirt up and over her head. at first, she doesn’t jump back into the kiss, allowing herself to catch her breath as her hands reach behind her back. it takes you only a second to comprehend.

you had tried not to stare, but as wanda reaches for the strap of her bra to unhook it, you take a second to take in the sight. her breasts perfectly fill the cups of the black bra. it’s simple, no lace or embroidery, just black silk cotton, and still she makes it look like an expensive garment.

in a heartbeat, everything in your face runs cold, as she slips her bra from her shoulders and lets it fall to the ground. you can’t help but indulge now. you’d inappropriately fantasized about wanda’s body before, especially her breasts when she wore that one corset, but having her exposed and vulnerable in front of you felt entirely on another plane of existence.

her nipples are a perfect tone of rosey-pink, already perky and hardened from what you can only assume is arousal considering you were already both panting from the desperation in the previous kisses.

you can’t stop yourself, you raise a hand, palm cupping the under of her breast and swiping a thumb over the hardened bud. when the action elicits a shy moan from wanda, it nearly makes you groan in approval as the heat between your legs surmounts with need. “wanda..”

“keep going- i promise, it’s okay, y/n-“ she manages as she seems to adjust herself so that her one breast is flush in your palm now, garnering another subtle moan from the sensitivity.

you realize this moment is truly going to be all about wanda. not you, even despite the ache between your legs, but honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way tonight. you had dreamt of wanda desiring you in this way and now she was explicitly asking you.

“i’ll take care of you,” you hold her eyes with yours as you gently readjust you both so that the back of her knees are against the bed, “just can i ask one thing from you?”

wanda wants to question you, you can tell by the faint look of confusion, but she only nods.

“stay standing until you can’t…” even in the dimming light of the room from the sun beginning to set, you swear you can see the faint flush of red in her cheeks as you slightly lower yourself just enough to get your mouth level with her breasts.

wanda gives you a single nod, her hips shifting leading you to assume she’s become as aroused as you are now. for a moment, as she’s looking down to you, you swear you saw the shadow of a nervous smile. you hold her gaze for a moment as you take one of her nipples into your mouth, using a hand to palm and massage the other abandoned breast.

wanda nearly crumbles at just that, it’s been too long since she’s been touched like this, but she remains upright.

her head lolls back, a strained “y/n..” falling from her lips in a sultry moan that only encourages you to continue.

you suck at her nipple, occasionally using your teeth to graze the sensitive tissue. your hand stays busy, switching between massaging her breast in your palm and using your thumb to tease the nipple.

wanda is rather shy for the time being, you can tell she’s trying to hide any roll in her hips, desperate for friction where she needs it most. her moans are still barely audible, but they’re there as you make sure to alternate each breast fairly.

your free hand massages up her thigh gingerly, following along her pelvis until you stop to work at the button and zipper of her jeans. you’ve been careful to take your time, but not enough to drive her mad just yet.

when you pull your mouth away from her breast along with the other hand, you could’ve sworn you heard the faintest whimper. it satisfies you for a moment knowing how indulged wanda is, and how tentative you’re being with her body.

“why…” wanda manages, but you don’t give her a response. instead, you fully lower yourself, the hand previously working at her jeans now slides the zipper down fully.

“oh…” she manages, chin dropping to watch you get on your knees as you begin to shimmy her jeans down, not hesitating to bring her panties down along with them.

the denim and a pair of black underwear, falls to a clump around her ankles, her legs breaking into an array of goosebumps at her now exposed lower body. as she begins to step out of the restrictive clothing at her feet, you take the opportunity to look at her face for one last vow of approval.

“yes…” wanda’s lips are barely parted, the cold on her mound making her ache even further, “please, y/n… i promise it’s okay.,”

as if offering further permission, she carefully adjusts her legs enough to just leave ample room for you to glimpse her pussy. she’s still standing in place, knees against the bed just in case they give out as your attention finally shifts to where she needs you most.

you nearly feel the immediate gush between your thighs as you settle onto your knees, now seeing the true picture of desperation.

wanda’s folds are quite swollen, the tip of her clit just barely peaking out between them, this time you can’t stifle the groan at the sight before you. her slick is painted perfectly along her slit, a bead of it daring to fall at the back of her pussy.

you hungrily lean in, want and temptation over powering anything else now as your body drives you. wanda attempts to brace herself, feeling the heat of your breath against her core as your tongue immediately darts out to lap up the string of slick at her entrance. you barely have a moment to adjust before she cries out from sudden sensitivity. it’s been quite some time for her since she’d been touched like this. vision had long seemed to distance himself, they’d barely shared any intimacy of the sort around the compound in a month or two.

wanda’s knees immediately buckle as her hips rocket forward involuntarily, painting your mouth with her slick as her clit ruts against your nose, “oh– fuck, y/n!”

hearing wanda cry out your name like that only spurs you on further. you’d anticipated teasing her, making her wait, but now it’s you who can’t after tasting her.

both of your hands shoot up, fingers splaying against the crux of where her thighs meet her pelvis and thumbs delving between wet folds to fully expose her pussy.

wanda can only react with a string of weak whines, a hand of hers shooting down and fisting into your hair to guide you to where she wants you most. you only oblige, spurred on by the visual of her swollen clit before it’s pressed flat to your tongue.

“fuck!” wanda rolls her hips, encouragingly as her shy moans turn into a slur of expletives and gasps as she rakes her clit over your tongue with each movement and tug of your hair.

her taste is overwhelming, already beginning to saturate your face as she fucks herself against it. you can’t help but moan into her, which sends vibrations along her slit that only makes her drag her entire length along your mouth now, “fuck, yes- you’re doing so good…” she swallows roughly as her head tips back, “make me feel only you, y/n.”

you’d fantasized this moment for a few years now, and the reality of now coming true has you in a chokehold. one of your hands abandons her thigh, eagerly using your ring and middle finger to press between her folds. within a second, her wetness coats your fingers, pressing them deeper until your just brushing against her entrance.

without warning you delve both fingers into her, and wanda immediately loses her balance. the one hand you have at her thigh catches her, allowing her to regain some composure as you withdraw your fingers, only to thrust back into the cling of her walls.

wanda cries out, her head falling back feeling weightless in her stomach and knees. a good portion of her weight is seated in your palm, the only thing keeping her upright at this point. she’s tight around you as your curl your fingertips to touch at the soft spot that makes her stomach flutter. she can barely manage anything coherent between gasps and whining moans from the slight sting.

you can already feel wanda chasing her climax. with each thrust of your fingers, her clit slams against the bottom of your palm. it sends her body in near convulsions as her legs tremble as she grows closer to release.

the sound of how wet she is sends you into a frenzy, your fingers diving deeper and more quickly into her pussy. the entirety of your palm has begun to become wet from her slick, beginning to lose friction of her clit as your fingers dare to slip out each time.

“wanda– cum for me now,” you manage as you readjust your hand more upright, not hesitating as you lean in to drag your tongue across her swollen clit. the taste of her makes you feverish for more. it’s a perfect balance of her sweetness and slight salt.

wanda immediately buckles, a slur of expletives as the heat in her stomach rises as your tongue continues to rake viciously against her clit, your fingers driving in and out of her. it takes only a few more seconds before she completely unravels. her walls snap tightly around your fingers as she falls to her knees, being unable to catch her in time, you only help her to the ground.

her hands fall beside her, bracing on the floor as her hips just upwards and as her head falls backwards onto the edge of the bed. your fingers feel slightly sore from her tightness, her pussy fully exposed in front of you as her knees are spread as she sits in front of you. the carpet beneath her garners a small wet stain as she lets her release paint over your hand and down to the ground.

“y/n– that… i’m so sorry,” wanda pants out with remorse as her body settles, you withdraw your fingers quickly, not disingenuously, wiping them on your leg to be able to cup her face as she lowers her head back to look at you. there’s a bit of regret behind her eyes, and she notices the flash of worry, “no– no, you didn’t do anything. i just don’t want you to think i took advantage of you,” wanda’s body relaxes more, beads of sweat on her skin as she sits naked in front of you, apologizing for something that she has no need to.

“wanda, you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that with you,” you look at her sheepishly, and she somewhat offers a smile back to you.

“we’re not done then…” she manages, now looking at you reassuringly, “let me take care of you.”

you look at her, nearly stunned as her hands reach to pull you back into her. “wanda- what about vis-

“no, nothing about him right now, please,” she shifts, her face growing closer to yours, “let that be tomorrow’s problem. let me enjoy you and i tonight, we will worry about tomorrow when it comes.”

you hesitate, but only flash her a toothy smile out of helplessness. if this is what she wants, even after the exhausting outpour of emotions, it gives you the necessary reassurance that wanda wants you in some capacity as well.

so you let her.

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iridescentflamingo · 6 months ago

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Silly stupid idea

You've known the turtles for less than a year and they told you that there's a few weeks in spring they have intense training and cannot have guests. You accept this and ask no questions about it. You're hanging out, playing cards after dinner and chilling. The few weeks are coming soon and you're trying to get more hang time with them.

Splinter enters the kitchen. He watches the five of you play for a bit before getting something out of the cupboards and glancing at the calendar. "Ah, is it already March? Have you boys warned Y/N about those upcoming weeks?"

Leonardo looks up and over to his father, "Yes, we told her about the intense spring training we'll be doing. She knows we'll call her when we're finished."

You glance up and see the brothers exchange looks that are subtle, but you've been getting better at picking up their body language.

Splinter makes a huff in his throat. "Ah, spring training, yes." He comes closer to the table, eyeing Leo's cards. "Training your wrists and testing my patience."

Michelangelo spits soda out of his nose and Donatello chokes on the snacks he was eating. You look around confused. Leo scrambles and quickly adds, "Yeah, Sensei, the weapons training can get pretty serious." He stares his father down, his face trying to remain neutral, but you can see his eyes twitch just slightly.

Splinter makes that huff noise again. It almost sounds like a scoff. "Weapons training, yes." He reaches across the table for a handful of pretzels as Mikey wipes the soda off his cards and Raph pats Donnie's chest.

Splinter munches one as the table gets uncomfortably quiet. He looks over to you. "You know, Raphael and Leonardo almost killed each other one year. I will never forget. It was the beginning of the season and we had just watched a movie. What was it? It had that one actress in it."

Mikey, not thinking, answers, "The Terminator."

"Yes, The Terminator. The action movie about robots with that muscle hero man from Europe. I thought it would be safe, you know, but Leonardo and Raphael got into this huge argument about the actress. Oh, her name was Hampton, something Hampton."

"Linda Hamilton." Mikey corrects. Raph reaches over and socks him in the arm. "Hey!"

"Yes! Linda Hamilton. They got in this huge fight about her and they started to yell and then it turned into a wrestling match and then they started to bellow at each other. Do you remember that, boys?" Splinter chuckled.

Leo and Raph looked mortified, but Mikey was laughing. "Yeah, Don and I had to pry them apart, there was blood everywhere."

"We were fifteen," Leo said through practically gritted teeth, "That was a long time ago, Sensei. We don't do that anymore. Spring training is a lot easier now. We don't get as competitive."

Splinter chuckled again. "Those first seasons were so rough. You boys were all over the place, so angry, so intense, and the smell. Ugh. I am so glad that you are more controlled these days."

"We're not teens anymore, Dad. We know how t' train without fighting about it." Raphael said, adding emphasis on the word train.

Splinter nodded his head, biting into another pretzel, a pensive look on his face. "This is true. You are all grown now, and I only grow older." He patted you on the shoulder as he made his move to depart. "Maybe next year one of you will invite Ms. Y/N to your spring training so that I will enjoy some grand-kids before I die, hmmm?"

As he made his way from the table, you turned and blinked, utterly confused and seeing mortified faces on all four turtles.

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storiesforallfandoms · 8 months ago

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a perfect world ~ jack chambers;don't worry darling

word count: 2122

request?: no

description: in which she finds out that their picture perfect world is not as perfect as it seems

pairing: jack chambers x female!reader

warnings: swearing, use of y/n, kind of an au where jack isn't an incel but he still does the bad thing of taking the reader into the simulation, jack tries to gaslight the reader, kind of a dark fic if you think about it but not super dark

masterlist (one, two, three)

Jack knew something was wrong the moment he walked into the house. It was the quiet that tipped him off. It was never quiet. Usually the place was filled with music. Either the soft lull of the radio, or his wife's humming, or both.

This time, though, the house was eerily quiet.

Jack came around the corner to find his wife stood at the kitchen counter. She had a glass of wine in her hand, with the bottle next to her on the counter. She was staring off into space as she took a sip of her wine, her movements almost robotic.

"(Y/N)?" Jack said, cautiously. "Love, are you alright?"

(Y/N) didn't respond at first. She took a long sip before slowly placing the glass down. Jack's worry was growing further. Not only worry for his wife, but worry for himself. If something was seriously wrong with her, then it would result in demotion, or worse, from Frank.

Finally, (Y/N) turned to face him. Her face was so calm that it scared Jack. When she spoke, her voice was also eerily calm.

"I know about Victory."

Jack tried to laugh off the comment. "My job? Of course you know about it, love."

"No," (Y/N) said, shaking her head. "I know what Victory is. I know why we're here, Jack. And what you did to me."

Jack's blood ran cold.

In his fear and anxiety, Jack started laughing again. (Y/N)'s face was still blank as she looked at him.

"I don't know what you're on about," Jack said. "I didn't do anything to you, besides put a ring on your finger."

(Y/N) chuckled, but there was no true humor behind it. "Well, yes, you did actually do that. But you didn't do it the way we've been telling the story, did you?"

Jack started to walk away. He was trying to seem nonchalant, but the panic was starting to overwhelm him. He didn't want (Y/N) to see his panic, otherwise he wouldn't be able to convince her that she was wrong.

He stopped when (Y/N) called after him, "How long do you intend to keep me in this simulation?"

Jack spun around before he could stop himself. "You are crazy! Do you hear yourself? You're talking crazy!"

Emotion was finally showing on (Y/N)'s face. It quickly went from shock to anger. "You're going to call me crazy? When you're the one who has me hooked up to a machine and making me play happy little housewife?!"

"You don't know what you're talking about!"

Jack couldn't help but quickly look around in panic. There was no way Frank was listening in on their private conversations, right? This wouldn't get back to him, would it? He needed to stop (Y/N) before things got too loud or somehow their neighbors noticed the arguing.

He tried a more calm approach, saying, "Love, I don't know where you got this idea. We are not in a simulation, you are not hooked up to machines. I'm sorry I called you crazy, but you have to understand that is how everyone will react when they hear you saying this."

(Y/N) pulled away as Jack tried to reach for her. "I got this idea when I went to the Victory headquarters."

Jack backed away from her. No, she couldn't have been to the Headquarters. None of the wives even knew where the Headquarters was, and they wouldn't be able to even go out that far.

Except for Margaret, but Ted wore he had her under control.

They locked eyes, silently daring the other to make a move. Jack had lost any sense of confidence he had mustered seconds ago. He felt like everything was about to slip from his fingers. Everything he worked so hard to build for him and (Y/N), all gone in the seconds it took for her to utter that sentence. Meanwhile, (Y/N) had gone back to looking emotionless. She didn't even realize how much she was about to lose.

When Jack didn't break the silence, (Y/N) took it as her opportunity to explain, "I was on the trolley and it broke down. The driver told me it would take some time for it to be fixed, so I offered to just walk back to town. But, oddly, the driver started trying to convince me not to get off. He was very adamant about staying on the trolley. I was a little put off by how insistent he was on it, but I thought he was just worried for my safety."

Jack felt himself unconsciously clenching his fists. The damn trolley driver. Couldn't he have been a little more subtle?

"I did stay on for a while," she continued. "But it was just the two of us, and I knew I'd get home quicker if I just walked. So I did. When the driver wasn't paying much attention, I got off and started walking. But we were in the desert, and none of us wives have ever been out that far, so I was a bit lost. I found his building I've never seen or heard of before. I knew I shouldn't go to it, but...my curiosity got the better of me."

Jack felt as though he was going to start crying. Even though he already knew the answer, he asked, "What did you see?"

"Nothing," (Y/N) responded. "Not at first. Not until I touched the building. Then I saw the truth. All of it."

Jack winced.

That's it. There's no denying her when she saw the building.

The truth was that (Y/N) was right: she was hooked up to a machine that was putting her in a simulated perfect 50s town.

In the real world, Jack and (Y/N) were really married. They fell in love young and married right after they graduated university. Everything was great, until Jack lost his job. His company was on a fast downwards spiral that resulted in a number of employees getting terminated, and Jack was one of the unfortunate ones. (Y/N) was still trying to get a job within her field of study, so she was working a minimum wage retail job. While Jack was unemployed, (Y/N) had to carry the financial burdens, and that made Jack feel awful and useless.

Then he discovered Frank and Victory.

Frank promised a perfect world and a perfect life. All Jack needed to do was work for eight hours a day, as well as all the other men within their town, for Frank; for Victory. It was a small price to pay for him and (Y/N) to live their dream life.

And now all of that work was ruined. Frank would take care of (Y/N) for finding out, whatever that meant, and Jack would be exiled from Victory.

He had to sit down.

He lowered himself into a chair at their dining table. (Y/N) was still watching him. He wished she would just do whatever she planned to do; scream, break things, go right to Frank and tell him she knew about everything. Whatever the plan, he just wanted her to get it over with. The unknown silence was killing him.

"Why?" she finally asked. "Why did you do this?"

"For us," Jack said. "So we could live a better life."

"What was wrong with our life before?"

Jack scoffed. "Seriously? (Y/N), we were struggling. I was unemployed, you were working a shitty job. You were pulling all the financial weight, and I hate that all of that was on your shoulders."

"So instead of talking to me about your feelings, you hooked me up to a machine and put me into a simulation without my consent?"

Jack hung his head. There was no way to paint that part in a good light. He hadn't brought up Victory because he was afraid (Y/N) would reject the idea, and he couldn't take their real life for much longer.

"I just wanted to take care of you," Jack said, his voice small. "You were doing it for so long, and you never complained even though I know it was tough. I didn't want you to do it anymore, and Frank offered the perfect life for us."

He heard (Y/N)'s heels clicking against the tiled kitchen floor as she approached the table. He couldn't look up at her as she leaned on the table, basically towering over him.

"What happens if Frank finds out that I know?" she asked.

Jack shook his head. "I don't completely know. He just says he takes care of it."

"Did he take care of Margaret?"

He didn't ask her how she knew that Margaret had known the truth as well. It was probably pretty obvious now that she knew. Instead, he just nodded. "And he told Ted that if he didn't get Margaret under control, then he'd be fired from Victory."

"So, if Frank finds out, this is all over for both of us?"

He nodded again. He had a feeling he knew where she was going with this. She'd go tell Frank that she knew the truth about Victory, even though it would be a risk for her to do so. But the risk would be worth it if it meant Jack was fired from Victory, sent back to the reality that he was trying to desperately to save them from. Once they were back in their own reality, (Y/N) would no doubt divorce him as well. He'd deserve it, of course.

"Then I'll just have to get really good at keeping a secret."

Jack's head shot up quickly to look at (Y/N). There was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, and there was something in her eyes as she looked at Jack.

"What do you mean?" he asked, dumbly.

"I mean, what you did was very fucked up. Like, extremely fucked up. Next time you're making big decisions like, I don't know, putting us in a fucking simulation, maybe talk to me about it first. But, with that being said...I'd be lying if I said I preferred our real life over this one."

Jack was stunned. This was not what he was expecting at all.

(Y/N) gestured for Jack to push his chair back. When given enough room, she sat herself on his lap and put her arms around his neck.

"We can't stay here forever," she told him. "We have real bodies that need to be taken care of, and families and people that will worry if we just disappear. But, it's hard to give up on this life. It's so...perfect."

"So what are you saying?" Jack asked.

"I'm saying we put a cap on how long we stay here. Give it...I don't know, another year. We let ourselves be happy, be worry free. Then, however we have to, we get out of here and we get to working on making our reality just as perfect as the simulation is."

"You'll have to go back to work."

She nodded. "I know. But I'm not opposed to working. I did get a whole degree so I could work my dream job, after all."

Jack put his arms around her. He wanted to pull her in close and not ever let her go, but he couldn't just yet. "Why?"

She furrowed her brows. "Why what?"

"Why aren't you more mad? Why aren't you going to tell Frank so that I get in trouble? Why do you want to stay here...stay with me?"

(Y/N) gave him a look like she thought he was being incredibly stupid before cupping his cheeks. "Because I love you, you idiot. And, like I said, the way you went about doing this was very stupid and wrong, but I know you did it because you love me, too. As long as you can agree with my deal, I don't see any reason to be mad and want to leave you."

Jack finally allowed himself to kiss her. It caught her off guard, which made her giggle against his lips. Every memory he had with her, both in the real world and in their simulation, came rushing back to him.

"I agree," he said. "I'll do whatever you want, I promise."

"Right now, I think I want to make love to my husband in our super cool retro bedroom," she told him. "Just to make sure I don't forget how to do that when we get back to the real world."

Jack smiled at her. "Oh, don't worry love. I won't let you forget."

#jack chambers #jack chambers x reader #jack chambers imagine #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #don't worry darling #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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rxmqnova · 1 year ago

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Upset

Y/N: 4 years old Billy and Tommy: 6 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV Y/N shuffles into the living room with a huge pout on her face, holding a teddy bear in her hand and dragging her legs towards the redhead who's sitting on the couch.

Natasha doesn't notice the tiny body and keeps her gaze on the TV. The moment she realizes is when Y/N buries her face into the redhead's thighs.

"Детка, what are you doing?" Natasha chuckles, hooking her hands under Y/N's armpits and sitting the tiny one on her lap. (baby)

Y/N looks at her, pout still present on her face on which Natasha playfully pouts back. And on that Y/N wraps her tiny arms around the redhead's neck and buries her face there.

"What got you so upset, baby?" Natasha asks softly, rubbing the little girl's back and holding her close.

"Mommy" Y/N mumble out.

"Mommy made you upset? What did she do to you?" Natasha asks playfully, an amusing smile playing on her lips.

"Mommy said: 'no, Y/N/N, I have to cook, go play with Billy and Tommy'" Y/N explains, pulling out her best acting skills. "But Billy and Tommy don't want to play with me" She sighs dramatically and drops her tiny hands on her lap.

"Well, but you haven't asked me, have you?" Natasha raises an eyebrow with a smile, making the little girl smile back.

"Will you play with me, mama?" Y/N asks with the sweetest smile, making Natasha let out a small gasp.

This is the first time Y/N's ever called her that, the first time anyone has ever called her that. Her and Wanda are dating for 2 years and she wouldn't expect any of Wanda's children to see her as a parent.

Billy and Tommy are older and even before Y/N was born, Wanda was thinking about eventually leaving Vision. To be honest, a robot who has no idea about human emotions is not a good partner.

But Wanda found out she was going to have another baby and tried to save her relationship with the robot, but it just didn't work, so they broke up. Well, and 2 years ago she got together with Natasha and she couldn't be more happy.

The fact is that Y/N is actually the first one who accepted Natasha when Wanda announced their relationship. She only just turned 2 back then, but that doesn't change the fact that Natasha was and is one of her favorite people.

Not like the twins… Vision seems to have quite an influence on them, so liking Natasha definitely isn't even close to how they feel about her. But Natasha keeps trying and hoping that some day it'll get better.

"Of course, I'll play with you, sweetheart" Natasha smiles, giving the tiny girl a little cuddle, and presses a kiss to the top of Y/N's head. "Let's find some toys"

Natasha stands up, sitting Y/N on her hip, and starts to walk to Y/N and the boys' playroom.

"Mama, you and mommy are my favorite, FAVORITE ever" Y/N says enthusiastically, making sure the word 'favorite' is loud enough while kicking her small legs happily.

"Yeah?" Natasha smiles as the little one nods. "Well, you are my favorite, favorite too, детка" She tells Y/N back which immediately brings a smile to Y/N's face as she cuddles up to the redhead. (baby)

"What troubles are my favorite girls causing?" Wanda teases, spotting the pair walking around the kitchen.

That's enough for Y/N to bring back the pout she had previously on her lips while Natasha just chuckles at the sight of Y/N's cute little face.

"Aw, what's wrong, my little monkey?" Wanda pouts back playfully, giving her daughter's tummy a little tickle.

"Well, I've heard that mommy upset her. Am I right, детка?" Natasha says, letting out a little chuckle as Y/N nods her head with the pout still present on her lips. (baby)

"What did mommy do to you, malysh?" Wanda asks playfully.

"Mommy didn't want to play with me and said: 'no, Y/N/N, I have to cook, go play with Billy and Tommy'. But Billy and Tommy don't want to play with me too, mommy" Y/N explains dramatically.

"Well, someone needs to cook the dinner, baby. What would we eat then?" Wanda asks softly with a smile before pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead.

"That's okay, mommy. Mama will play with me" Y/N's pout gets replaced by a sweet smile immediately.

"I need to cook, bubs, remember?" Wanda repeats, giving her daughter an apologetic look, but Y/N just shakes her head.

"Not you, mommy. Mama" The little one explains like it was the most obvious thing ever, pointing at Natasha and swinging her legs happily.

"Oh, mama will. I see" Wanda smiles warmly, locking her eyes with Natasha's who smiles widely back and rests her head against Y/N's before pressing a kiss to the tiny one's head.

"Have fun, you two. I'll call you on dinner" Wanda smiles, placing a kiss on her daughter's small nose that looks exactly like hers before pecking her girlfriend's lips.

Natasha just smiles back and carries Y/N away, so they could play like Y/N wanted. She's definitely excited about having a playdate with the tiny troublemaker, even more so to be her mother, help Wanda with raising her and see her grow up.

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Sorry for not posting yesterday, I was so tired xd

Anyway, it's MY BIRTHDAY!

I'M 20 TODAYYY!! <33

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snowywolf1005 · 3 months ago

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Facts about (Y/AN)!!!

(Y/AN), the light of forming (known as creation✨️)

Attack: (Y/AN) kingdom skill 'shoting stars' has her jump in the air and smash her hammer to the ground cause it to make a huge wave to blown the enemies away. If any cookies try to touch her hammer, the hammer will electric shock them.

(Y/AN) soulstone can have you the cookies laughs of joy.

With (Y/AN) attitude, kind, creative, strong.

Her kingdom is like full of imagination. (Y/AN) creates a gaint armor robot to protect her kingdom, weapons, and flying ship. In her kingdom, everyone can be creative as they want.

Like steampunk or something and even jazz music.

The cookies in her kingdom wears 1920s clothing. If you know what it's means.

(Y/AN) also gave her creative ideas to golden cheese cookies.

(Y/AN) and hollyberry Cookie are beasts' teamwork. They share favorite things together and play games like arm wrestle.

Hollyberry cookie and (Y/AN) are more than friends. They're like sister. You heard me! Sister.

They always wanted a sister. Even though they're not related, they don't care! They're sisters to each other! And (Y/AN) first meet hollyberry granddaughter.

When Princess Cookie was little, she heard the story of her grandma and (Y/AN) adventure. Princess cookie wanted go adventure.

Princess Cookie was surprised to see hollyberry cookie sisters for the first time.

I will draw (Y/AN) awakenform, and more story about her.

If you want facts about '5 beast x (Y/BN)' or 'dark cacao cookie x (Y/CN)' if you like.

And it reminds me of this song:

#crk x y/n #crk x you #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x you #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run x you #cookie run x y/n #cookie run x reader #ancient cookies #hollyberry cookie #princess cookie #Spotify

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yndrgrl · 2 years ago

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yandere! bakugou uses you to get to someone else, but ends up falling for you instead

long ass fic. fem! reader. regular! au. enemies to lovers. lowkey crack! fic. tsundere! bakugou.

warnings: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, somnaphilia (idk how to spell it), degrading, bullying, spitting, public sex, hatefuck

a/n: requests are open :) (plz request something, idk what else to write about 😭)

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"no." that's all you said. so flat, so robotic. that's all you wanted to say.

bakugou was a pushy man, however. "it wasn't a question."

"oh for real?" you gasped, putting both hands to your cheeks to show your faux shock. "no."

"listen, you're gonna help me win over uraraka-"

"no, i'm not, bakugou," you denied once more. you don't even know why he came to you in the first place. it was clear as day that uraraka had a major crush on izuku, & izuku liked uraraka just as much.

honestly, what surprised you the most is that bakugou even had a crush. i guess it makes sense that it would be on uraraka though.

"yes, you are because i have something over you," bakugou threatened lowly.

you scoffed, "oh, do you now?" there wasn't really much he could have over you that would make you help him-

he slammed a journal on the desk, a slam echoing throughout the library. it was your personal diary.

you lunged for your journal, but he snatched it & threw it into his bag. you screamed at him, "how'd you get that, you sicko?!" the only way he would've gotten that was by breaking into your dorm room.

"are you going to help me or not?"

yes, you could've bought a nicer, leather journal with handcrafted pieces of paper, glued recent pictures of your life & decorated the pages with washi tape, stickers, & colored markers, but you didn't want to start over yet. your journal is a year & a half old, every page nearly filled; it's a deep dive into your mind. every overwhelming event in your life, every good memory, every goal you strive to achieve is written down in that book. bakugou katsuki had that all in his possession.

that's why, two days after you found out what he has, you're sitting with your usual study group in your designated, outdoor study area-- plus bakugou. your bluetooth speaker played a playlist shared throughout the group. you sat on the edge with uraraka beside you & bakugou across from you.

"y/n," someone said, catching your attention; it was uraraka. "i didn't know you & bakugou were friends."

you wanted to laugh. you quickly told her, "we're not-"

"we're good friends," katsuki overlapped with his lie. his scowl upturned into the smallest smile when uraraka glanced up at him.

"oh wow, i had no idea! the two of you are so hard-headed, i wouldn't have expected the two of you to get along so great," she said back with a giggle. you loved uraraka, but she's too friendly sometimes.

bakugou, trying to play into the cool-bad-boy character, said, "yeah, well she makes it hard sometimes, but it helps when she has cute friends, i guess."

never in your life did you think you would hear big, tough bakugou flirt in your life.

they continued their conversation that you tuned out, rereading your notes & constructing plans on how to get your journal so you could expose him. everyone was invested in their own stuff. obviously, bakugou & uraraka were talking amongst themselves. momo was explaining to jirou & mina some math topic that they were sobbing about. tsu was on her laptop as she tried finishing a power point that was due the next day.

your chin was propped up by your hand, humming the song that started playing. "um, excuse me," a masculine voice called out. it caught the attention everyone at the table. you heard bakugou scoff, & you could only assume he rolled his eyes.

you looked up at the source of the voice. he was right in front of you, face red, cheeky smile. he was cute in the way that a puppy eager for a treat was. "you're y/n, right?"

"yeah, i am," you confirmed, matching his grin.

he introduced himself by saying his name & told you that he was in the hero-support program. he then said, "i just wanted to say that you're just really pretty."

compliments were one thing. compliments from complete strangers always messed you up though. "oh, th-thanks." you're so awkward.

"so like, maybe i could get your number, & we could go on a date or two?"

you glanced back at all your friends, who all had big smiles as a way of non-verbally saying, "get your manz, bitch!!"

bakugou on the other hand, had an expression of confusion & anger-- the anger was permanent though.

"i mean, i don't give out my phone number, but maybe we can snap or something?"

the guy nodded with enthusiasm, pulling out his phone to give you his username. "cool, well sorry for wasting your guys' time," the boy said to you friends before turning to you & saying, "i'll hit you up later?"

"can't wait," you replied back.

as soon as he was out of earshot, mina squealed, "oh my god! you're such a flirt!"

jirou teased, "you're so awkward, it's literally so funny."

"you're my pretty best friend," tsu croaked with a laugh.

"guys, nothing is gonna happen," you said with a blush. "i'm just gonna be his friend."

"how does it feel to be hit on for the first time, loser?" bakugou yawned, as if he's been hit on ten million times by fan girls & milfs or something.

mina retaliated, "what are you talking about? y/n gets hit on all the time!"

uraraka jumped in, "yeah, what's was that? guy number five?"

"y/n?" bakugou questioned, & all your friends nodded. "that thing? doubt it."

"what's there to doubt? you just saw it," you growled at him, he annoyed you so badly.

after that study session, he got uraraka's number like he hoped for, but he was more curious about you. he never realized until that day how often you do actually get men's attention. bakugou always assumed you were some bookworm, writer nerd who leeched off of his darling, uraraka for popularity & personality.

"i don't get it," bakugou muttered, staring at your figure across the cafeteria. he was surrounded by his friends, who all followed his gaze.

kirishima groaned, "dude, just ask uraraka out already." it was routine that bakugou would say something about how shitty nerd, deku, isn't good enough for her affections or how he would be a better match for her.

"no, it's not that," bakugou corrected, glare not breaking off of you. this caught kirishima, denki, sero, & mina -who sometimes sat with you as well- off guard.

"what are you talking about, bro," denki asked.

"i don't get it. she's not even that cute," bakugou scoffed, slouching back into the bench. his eyes finally tore away from you & awase from class 1-b.

"who?"

"y/n, i think," mina assumed, & when bakugou didn't deny it, they all knew she was right. "why does it even bother you?"

"it doesn't," he said, glancing back at you. awase left you, & in his place was the floating, fighting machine uraraka. he didn't feel the need to say anything about her though, but he felt like he had to. "she's weird, uraraka shouldn't even be friends with her."

"there it is," sero sighed, making all the others laugh.

"shut up," bakugou scowled at them. everyone was used to it, so they weren't that threatened.

"but seriously, bakubro, don't hate on y/n just cuz she's best friends with uraraka, & you're jealous," kirishima told him. he always did this to the blonde. he wasn't scared to tell him off.

bakugou, infuriated, yelled, "i'm not jealous of her, okay? it's just stupid how she has everyone wrapped around her finger, so don't be some dumb, y/n defenders. hop off her fuckin' dick."

"i'm just saying, man. she's super cool, has a useful quirk, & is an awesome fighter," kirishima said, holding his hands as a way to show he was backing down.

"if i were you, bakugou, i would be trying to be her friend," mina said.

mina's words played on repeat in bakugou's head for a week. it was driving him crazy. even though that bridge of being friends was already burned & he kept telling himself he doesn't care, he can't help but want to be closer to you.

he said it was all for uraraka in the end. after all, when they were texting the other day, she said that she would want a future partner to get along with her friends or else it'll be a deal breaker.

bakugou deduced that if he was on favorable terms with you that uraraka would fall for him-- & maybe you too. he felt himself physically jolt when he thought that. why in fucks name would he want you to fall for him? he thought for a second. it's not like he wants to be with you or anything, but he doesn't want you with anyone else.

he somehow found himself in front of your dorm door past curfew. bakugou, at this time, was usually asleep, dreaming about a life where him & uraraka lived happily ever after. however, tonight was different. he didn't feel like thinking about the short-haired brunette.

he doesn't even know why he's outside your door.

in his head, he rationalized that he just loves uraraka so much that he'd give up sleep to become your friend. it was such an urgent situation that he didn't even bother putting on shirt.

he fished in his sweatpants' pocket for a lock pick, the same one he used to break into your dorm the first time to steal your journal. bakugou jammed it into the lock, opening the door with ease. he shut the door carefully before stalking further into your room.

there you were on your bed. swaddled in your fluffy duvet, cuddling a stuffed animal. you must've felt his presence because your sleeping self started shifting & ended up kicking off your blanket. you ended up on your stomach, one leg crunched towards your side while the bottom leg laid straight. you faced away from bakugou.

his breath hitched, something inside him twitched. bakugou couldn't help but stare. he had to admit that you had the body of his dream girl. wait no, his dream girl was uraraka-

he cut his own thoughts off when he saw how your ass looked in that position. the blue hue from the moonlight flowed into the room because, for some reason, you felt no need to close your curtains. he could make the shape of you so clearly. he reached for you.

he told himself that he wouldn't be cheating on his soon-to-be lover. it's just a touch, a friendly touch that friends share with each other.

his fingertips ghosted over your exposed thighs. you were wearing nothing but thong & an oversized band tee. the gentle touches turned into full-palm caresses. her skin is so smooth, bakugou thought. he loomed closer to you, inhaling deeply. she smells so nice.

he climbed over you with the agility of a shadow. the bed didn't even creak. he kneeled over legs, & his hands found your plush ass. he kneaded your bare butt, shifting you so you were fully on your stomach. you remained unmoving; you usually take melatonin gummies right before bed anyways.

bakugou kept groping your ass while his cock hardened into its full length. his hands wandered, thumbs grazing over your entrance. he grasped you, & he spread your ass cheeks apart. you must be dreaming about something dirty because your thong was soaked.

bakugou readjusted himself so he was on level with your ass. "this is just what friends do," he hazily whispered to himself. "friends help friends get better."

he blew on the wet patch, watching your pussy twitch through your panties. bakugou waited for a second, trying to grasp at any sort of self-control but, when you subconsciously propped your ass higher for him, he couldn't help it. he mentally apologized to uraraka before he dove into your ass.

his tongue licked your clothed slit, & he felt how thin your thong truly was. he only got an inkling of what you tasted like, & he craved more. bakugou lapped you juices through your panties, dampening the light grey cloth into a darker shade. his jaw hinged open to allow his tongue to delve further down.

he found your clit through your thong. he pressed his tongue against you, & sleeping, unsuspecting you let out a moan. "oh fuck," bakugou whispered in response, diving back into your pussy.

he pulled your thong up. it rode higher in your ass, then the part the was covering your pussy disappeared between your lips.

he started eating you out again, groaning in pleasure when he finally got to touch your bare skin. he slurped your juices over & over.

bakugou didn't realize that he pulled his sweatpants & boxers down to his knees. he pulled away from your pussy, a string of your juices & his saliva connecting him to you.

on his knees, he positioned his big cock between your ass. a moment of clarity hit him, it wasn't right, he knew that deep down. you really didn't do anything to him.

your phone next to your pillow buzzed. he grabbed it, his hung cock still pressed against you. it was a message from uraraka that read, "wait what did you wanna tell me about bakugou earlier? you looked so concerned haha."

you were trying to tell him? what a fucking bitch, bakugou thought with pure hatred. you were trying to sabotage him with your words, your pretty little mouth, with your dumb, stupid body.

his rationality was once again thrown out of the door. uraraka would want me to show y/n her place, he thought. he climbed off of you. he had to show you what your mouth was meant for. your mouth wasn't meant for snitching, it was meant for sucking cock-- his cock.

bakugou turned your head & pulled it at the edge of the bed. thankfully, it's like your body already knew what was gonna happen, your mouth was already agape. he pushed his tip past your lips. your tongue lazily stroked against his length. he moved his dick in & out of your throat, & yet somehow you still remained motionless.

his control turned into animalistic thrusts, gagging you over & over, & you still stayed asleep. "fuckin' stupid bitch," he groaned, throwing his head back. your throat expanded with each thrust to accommodate his thickness & length.

spit & his precum spilled out of your mouth & onto your silk pillowcase. because you were sideways, his heavy balls slapped against your face, nose shoved into his pubes. you gargled & gagged in your sleep, but you still handled him so well.

his passionate angry finally swelled up & shot down your throat. even though he was cumming, he kept half-assed thrusting in your throat, coating every inch with white. all for uraraka, remember? because bakugou completely forgot what drove him to do what he just did.

the next day, as you entered the classroom, he heard you tell to uraraka about how the melatonin gummies really worked. "yeah, i was completely knocked out! i drooled so much, my pillow was drenched. it was disgusting."

"really? i know that they're good, but i never drooled that much. maybe you really needed that sleep."

as they passed bakugou's seat, uraraka waved at him with pink cheeks. "hey, bakugou."

"uraraka," he said back to her. he watched your smile drop into a frown, your eyes rolling. he was winning over uraraka, he knew that, but he didn't feel satisfied. he yearned the banter between the two of you more than uraraka's affections. "what was that, idiot?"

uraraka was shocked at first, thinking he was talking to her until she heard you shoot back, "shouldn't you be watching ochaco instead of me?" if he didn't know any better, it sounded like you were jealous.

"y/n, let's calm down," uraraka sheepishly suggested, but it only angered you more. why was she on that weirdo's side? why wasn't she on your side? even after you told her what he did to you, she didn't even care; in fact, she seemed flattered.

"yeah, calm down," bakugou chimed in with that disgusting, cocky smile, "go in the back & drool all over your desk."

"eavesdropping now? you really are obsessed," you huffed, marching towards your desk that was, in fact, in the back of the classroom. you thought uraraka was right behind you, but by the time you turned around to sit in your chair, you noticed her take a seat next to bakugou.

the bell rang, & in rolled your sleepy teacher, mr. aizawa. he called roll, held an hour long lecture while you took notes, then assigned a 4-page essay with three sites sources. after he was done, he questioned, "now that we're done with that, what is happening today?"

iida's hand shot up along with his entire body.

"go ahead, iida."

"the 1a students from ketsubutsu academy are training with us today." oh right, you completely forgot about that. you were not in the mood to socialize with those uptight, cocky rich kids today. even though you took the melatonin gummies the night before to ensure a goods night sleep, you got everything but that. you felt like you were melting all night, & now you just felt restless.

"good, iida is correct," mr. aizawa confirmed. "they're already waiting in training facility a, so get dressed & be there in 10 minutes."

"yes sir!" & they all scurried out of the classroom.

your entire class entered the facility in their hero costumes. like mr. aizawa said, the visiting students were already there, stretching & warming up. mr. aizawa, once he noticed his entire class, announced that on the white board was everyone's names & assigned training group for the day.

everyone, including the other class, crowded around the board to find their names. "y/n!" your best friend, who you were extremely pissed off at, cheered. "we're all in the same group!" we... all?

you look at uraraka to see who she was referring to. "it's just my luck," you groaned, of course it was bakugou. "i just had to be put in a group with you!" you wanted to shout at everyone. you wanted to shout at uraraka for being swooned by a creep, you wanted to yell at mr. aizawa for putting you in a group with bakugou, & you wanted to scream, jump, yell, & hit bakugou over the head with a bat just for being the aggravating, prideful bastard he is.

"we just had to have a weak fuckin' nerd in your group?" he said to uraraka, but glanced to his side to meet your eye. your fuming expression really got him going. "there's no one more annoying than you-"

"are you y/n?" someone questioned. that just be the last person in your group.

you looked up at him, & with a half-hearted smile, you said, "i am."

"nice, i'm in your group," he told you, "i'm yo shindo. & i must admit, i was not excited for this whole group training thing until i saw a pretty girl like you was in my group."

oh, so he was a flirt? honestly, you didn't mind at all; you needed something to distract you & what's a better distraction than a buff playboy?

"honestly me too, but i think it'll be fun with you," you said back, but you overthought what you said. was it cringy?

bakugou was watching the whole exchange, brows furrowed, vein popping through his skin on his forehead. uraraka noticed, & because with the new-found knowledge that bakugou really liked her, she stroked his arm & asked, "are you okay?"

he looked at her with the same look of anger, now mixed with discomfort, & shrugged her off. "yeah, i'm fine."

he turned his attention back to you & shindo. bakugou's hands sparked ever so suddenly when he took in the scene in front of him. you were eating up all of shindo's praises & brags. your hands tried to squeeze around his biceps but you just couldn't connect your hands. "wow, your muscles are so big~ you must be strong."

"of course i am, i gotta be so i can impress pretty girls like you after all," he winked at you. for a moment, you glanced at bakugou, feeling his harsh glare, & he looked like he was about to explode. you didn't know why though, doesn't he have what he wanted already? he has uraraka right there, & yet he's still mad at you. he still owes you your journal too, so the two of you were not on good terms.

"sorry, i didn't mean to get carried away," you told shindo, pulling your hands away.

as the two of you walked towards uraraka & bakugou, shindo said, "i don't mind, you can touch me wherever, whenever."

you couldn't help but laugh out loud. "god, you're such a flirt!"

"you seem to love it though-"

"y/n, would you stop being a hoe for one second & train like you're supposed to?" bakugou said to you, hands stuffed inside his pockets, looking so nonchalant. you blinked a moment, & you waited for uraraka to say something or to rush by your side. she didn't do any of that

all she said was, with a giggle & eyes staring at bakugou, "that was mean." yeah, it was. it really was. the tips of your ears burned in humiliation, your palms became sweaty, & your breathing was uneven. after uraraka was done ogling bakugou, she looked at you, & her eyes widened. never in her entire childhood friendship did she see that expression on your face.

"dude, i don't know who think you are, but don't talk to her like that," shindo said, stepping forward & slightly in front of you. your tense shoulders relaxed just a bit-- someone is in your corner.

the amused bakugou turned pissed off when your new, little boy-toy went to your rescue, even though he knew you didn't need rescuing. "h-hey, let's save it for training, yeah-"

"i'll talk to y/n however i want, damn weak fuck," bakugou replied, copying his movements & stepping forward. "you're just like her: fucks anything that moves, huh?"

"bakugou-"

"that's it!" you shouted as you shoved bakugou away from shindo. the three of them -bakugou, uraraka, & shindo- were shocked to say the least. he pushed you too far all for entertainment & some obsession. "you're such a goddamn coward, you know that? all you are is a bully who's play-pretending to be a hero! you're such a control freak that, even after you stole my best friend, you still need to have something over me, so you won't give me back my stupid journal. & worst of all, you just stare & glare & act like i'm scum when you're the actual piece of shit! & you're not even ashamed! you want everyone to know! i hate you so much!"

after your tangent/rant, you walked away, quirk firing left & right. you didn't need to hear whatever bakugou was going to say next, it was probably be something so degrading that winds up in her next journal entry.

the three of the gawked at you, watching you walk straight to the state-of-the-art punching bags. uraraka was the first to speak. "i'll talk to her. i've never seen her that... mad. it was like she was a whole new person-"

"you guys are terrible classmates. there was no reason to say any of that. i'll go talk with her," shindo cut uraraka off. before either of them could do anything, bakugou was already strutting towards you, gauntlets sparking.

"who does she think she is?" they heard him utter. they were out of earshot, however, when he said, "making me fuckin' hard then walking away. damn tease."

he caught up to you in no time. you were almost to the punching bags when he grabbed your wrist, his hand was warm & a stinging sensation engulfed your wrist.

uraraka & shindo watched as the two of you screamed at each other, you shoving him, him glaring at you, you throwing a piece of your costume at him. honestly, it would've been comedic if it wasn't for bakugou pressing your buttons.

"what are they? toxic exes or something?" shindo questioned as they began to walk towards the fighting two.

"oh, no, not at all! i would've known," uraraka told him, "they're just... um... friends i think. maybe enemies."

"i can tell that much."

when the actual training began, you & bakugou tried to separate from each other. you were paired with shindo & him with uraraka. but, because of the conditioning & the way today's training was set up, it was inevitable that you two would interact again.

like at lunch, the two of you sat across each other at a table, eating your lunches. you didn't bother speaking, you didn't even want to see bakugou ever again, after all.

or at the water fountain, when he said, "hurry up." & so you took longer, even though you weren't thirsty anymore.

or when you had to rotate partners & bakugou was your only option. the two of you, against the rules, threw quirk-backed attacks each other.

& that's how you two ended up being excused early. while everyone else was getting better, you were locked out & forced to change back into your school uniform, & the only person with you was bakugou.

when you left the changing room, he was leaning against the wall-- almost like he was waiting for you. "you done being mad at me?"

"no, i'm not, & i'll never stop being mad at you," you said, walking right past him. he followed close behind you.

"listen, i didn't mean to embarrass you. i didn't know you'd get so pissy."

"what did you think was gonna happen?!"

"i don't know, okay?" the two of you were yelling at this point.

"you have ochaco, can you please just give me my journal & leave me alone? you two can be happy far, far away from me," you said, cursing yourself for choking up. you mentally prepared for the teasing & "witty" comebacks bakugou had in store.

instead, he asks, "are you jealous?"

"what?"

"are you jealous?"

you scoffed, opening the door to the dorm building. "don't flatter yourself, big guy."

"i'm being serious," he said to you as he leaned on the counter. you were so hungry that you didn't really care bakugou was watching you cook. "because i was."

"what are you getting at, bakugou?" you asked, putting a pot of water on the stove, bringing it to a boil.

"i was so jealous today," he said.

"of what?"

"of damn shindo kid," he responded back. your angered expression contorted into a puzzled one as you looked up at him. when you didn't reply, he continued, "if i knew stupid one liners got your attention, i would've been doing that sooner."

you couldn't believe what you were hearing. the guy who's been making the past few months hell was confessing something you never expected. "what about ochaco, hm? i thought you needed her to breath or something."

"yeah, i guess i liked her at first, & that's why i needed your help," he admitted. he then fished a journal, your journal, out of his bag & stood up. he walked towards you, hand outstretched with your beloved diary in his grasp. you reached out for it when he lifted it above your head with a taunting smirk. "but then i realized that i wanted you this entire time."

--nsfw starts here--

"you're just saying stupid things to get a rise out of me, bakugou," you rolled your eyes at him. you placed a hand on his chest as you jumped for your journal, fingers touching it ever so lightly. it was just out of reach.

you thought you had it, he brought the notebook down. however, you didn't have it. he threw it on the counter behind you, & the hand the was holding it snakes around your waist. his other hand grabbed your face, stroking your cheek as he kissed you.

you don't know why, but you found your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. without breaking your lips apart, he pushed you against the counter, pinning you between his two arms now. his tongue, the tongue that craved you since that unknown night, licked your lips before fighting yours for dominance. his thigh was between your legs. he pressed your core against him, & you moaned.

bakugou shut off the burner during your kiss. he was expecting the two of you to escape into his room, but when you threw off his tie & unbuttoned his shirt eagerly, he knew he needed you right then & there.

the two of you broke your kiss, & he placed his head in the crook of your neck. "you get off on making me jealous, don't you? that's why you were flirting with stupid shindo?"

"wh-whatever, you jerk. you act like you weren't basically grinding on ochaco in front of me all the time?"

bakugou laughed into the nape of your neck. "grinding? all we did was talk."

"same fuckin' thing," you growled in frustration.

"i didn't know you were so jealous of her."

"oh, fuck off, asshole," you said. you were quickly shut up by him biting your sensitive spots all over your neck, sucking & licking to create hickeys.

he took off your tie & ripped open your shirt. he unhooked your bra, throwing it god knows where. "take this fuckin' thing off," he uttered, helping you out of your torn clothes.

"h-hey!"

"shut up, & take it. i'll buy you a new one," he said before fondling your breasts. you bit your lip as your grinded against his meaty thigh. your wetness, even though you had panties on, began staining his slacks.

"bakugou~" you whispered, voice shaking.

"it's katsuki tonight, dummy," he told you, turning you around & bending you over the counter. you brushed your journal out of the way as you pressed you tits onto the cold, granite countertop.

with three fingers, he pinched your pussy through your panties so his middle one snuck in between your lips. "stop being a tease & fuck me already." if only you knew.

"be patient, woman," scowled katsuki, smacking your ass. he set of small sparks when he hit your cheek. "you can't take this cock yet. i'm doing you a goddamn favor."

you doubted him, you really did. he was so cocky & arrogant, how could you not? "i can take your tiny dick any day, don't underestimate me."

katsuki let out a hearty, sarcastic laugh. "you really think so, dumb bitch?" he unclicked his belt, dropping his pants & boxers around his ankles. he started to grind against your ass, & you swore up & down it felt like deja vu.

you gasped as you felt his length between your ass. you've had dreams about cocks that big, sure, but you didn't know they actually existed. "wh-what the fuck?"

"what? still think you take me? still think i'm tiny, sweetheart?" katsuki taunted as he took off your panties. he pressed your thighs around his cock, the base of it stimulating your swollen clit. he thrusted gently; it was so against his brash, aggressive character.

you were not one to back down, so at least you stayed true to your character. "yeah, i can take your skinny ass dick-" you were cut off by katsuki spreading your ass & shoving his girthy length into your throbbing heat. you screamed, tongue hanging out of your mouth as you tried to adjust to him.

he wouldn't let you though. katsuki, once inside your tight pussy, started pounding you. he shoved his cock head into your g-spot over & over, making you quiver & pulsate around him. "sl-sl-slow d-down!" you begged between thrusts. in response, he pulled your head back with your hair. you arched uncomfortably; your pelvis was still against the edge of the counter, but your head was pulled so far back that you could see katsuki's face.

"you think you're all that? you think you can just flirt with all these other guys in front of me? you fuckin' slut," he spat into your mouth, not that it mattered since it mixed with your drool & fell out of your mouth & onto your cold body. "i own you now. i own this mouth, i own this pussy, i own this ass, i own you."

"f-f-"

"c'mon, pathetic whore. say it."

"fuck y-you, katsuki." oh, you were a brat through & through clearly.

katsuki has had enough of your retaliation. you were supposed to be a brainless bimbo begging for more, yet here you were, surprising him again. any bit of consciousness you had, he was going to fuck out if you.

he, without pulling out, let go of your hair & made you stand up. he grabbed both your legs & hoisted you into this air. his hands found their way behind your head, & you couldn't move. you were nothing more than a cum dumpster to him now. "you know, if anyone walks through that door, they're gonna see you folded in half, tears streaming down your face with my cock balls deep in your dripping pussy, & they'd realize how much of a slut you are, & they'd know that you're all mine."

you didn't mean to, but your pussy clenched around his cock tighter as more of your juices squirted onto the linoleum floor. "oh, you like that, princess?"

you moaned in response, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he praised you. "aw, how pathetic. you must love when i call you cute nicknames & tell you how good you're doing." with whatever head movement you had, you nodded.

"that's a shame because you've been nothing but dirty, i can't treat you like a good girl until you deserve it."

"p-please! i'll do anything!" you cried out, then you started twitch uncontrollably around him. a white, hot wave of pleasure washed over you as you creamed all over his cock. he wasn't done yet, he still abused your cervix, making you beg for him to stop, or at least slow down.

his thrusts turned rapid as he started to groan about how you were all his, how he wasn't going to let any other man look at you, how he would be the only one you ever think about. you knew that was all true. "y/n, you fuckin' bitch, i hate you & your pretty, little face. take it all," he yelled as he unloaded his load into your tight pussy.

you screamed in overwhelming pleasure, squirting all over him once again. the two of you caught your breaths. he set you down once his cock finally stopped twitched, & he spun you around to embrace you. "i'm so sorry, y/n. i promise i'll be the best boyfriend in the world, just give me a chance. i know we're enemies or whatever, but i don't wanna be that anymore, & i don't want to be whatever this is; just fucking like we hate each other then go our separate ways." you've never seen this side of katsuki before.

"i-i'd like that, i'd like to be your girlfriend."

you hated him. you hated how he made you feel. you hated how he infected your mind, how he ruined you for any other man. you hated how you knew you needed him.

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smutszn · 6 months ago

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loml - Luigi x y/n fluff piece

You and Luigi are 19 and seniors in college. You two aren't close, but share the same major and extracurricular, being on the Robotics Team. Things are about to change. !slowburn !college !grumpysunshine !luigimangione

You couldn't believe Jamie dragged you to the frat party.

It was NOT your scene. You didn't drink, and you didn't like the types of people who were in frats and sororities. They seemed superficial and too into how they were perceived by others. You much preferred the comfort of books and academics and video games.

"It's interesting seeing you here, Y/N," you hear a voice behind you.

You groan and turn around.

It's Luigi, the President of the Robotics Team that you're also a member of. He's wicked smart while being a total frat bro. You begrudgingly give him credit. Rumors say he's constantly partying and getting laid, so it's impressive he has the time to still be one of the top engineering students in your year. You're one of the top students too, but it feels like you have to work 10x harder while Luigi barely breaks a sweat.

You didn't not like the guy. But you never got close, despite both being in the same club and sharing a lot of engineering classes. He was always surrounded by frat bros and a gaggle of pretty girls. Again, not your scene.

You do admit he tried, you were just a bit... grumpy. He attempted a bunch of times to be friendly, even suggesting meeting up for coffee, but you always kept your distance and he backed off once he could tell you didn't want to open up to him.

Several friends of yours have told you, "Y/N, you're kinda like a cat." Fair point.

"Yea, I'm only here because of my friend Jamie," you wave over to Jamie, now sloshed and dancing her little heart out on the dance floor. Like you, she's not in a sorority, but she's more chill with different types of people. You see that she's with some frat bro who looks both scared but impressed at her Wednesday Addams moves, while everyone else eyes her wearily. GO JAMIE.

"If not for her, I wouldn't be here. Frats are not really my thing."

"You never know, Y/N. We often misjudge too quickly, which prevents us from really experiencing life."

Okayyyyy Mr. Dalai Lama. What an arrogant jerk thinking he knows me better than I know myself.

"You're right, the love of my life might just be a frat bro at this party!! you spit out sarcastically. "Anyway, good seeing you, Magione" You salute the Robotics prez goodbye as you make your way to join Jamie.

ooooooollalalallaalla. what do you think will happen? feel free to play with my idea and lmk :)

#luigi mangione #luigi mangione crush #luigi x y/n #luigi mangione x yn #luigi mangione fanfiction #luigi mangione x reader #self insert #grumpysunshine #redquill

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ploompkin · 1 month ago

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Some platonic father/son head canons for Elliot and Harley because I’m so normal about them

Harley and Elliot in the YGP:

(Realistically the members of the YGP were probably like 10+ or something but I’m ignoring that in favour of the cuteness that is a 5 y/o Harl)

— I’ve already talked about this with @/deaddreamweaver, but Harley point blank REFUSES to take nap time with the other kids. He grew up in an abusive household so is naturally distrustful of others, kids and adults alike. THE ONLY conditions in which Harley takes his nap is if Elliot holds him on his lap, or carries him around. Yep, even if Elliot has meetings! Luckily the investors find it cute. Harley has no idea, but his napping habits actually result in additional unplanned funding for Playtime Co.

— Harley likes to info dump to Elliot about his interests, because he’s the only one who’ll listen. At first Harley keeps stopping and starting, trailing off and warily eyeing Elliot, but the more interested Elliot appears, and the more he encourages him, the more comfortable Harley gets with sharing. For his birthday, Elliot gets him a book on neuroscience (something Harley has shown interest in) which is what puts him onto the path of becoming a neurosurgeon.

— Panic attacks aren’t an uncommon occurrence for little Harley. He usually masks them as angry outbursts, so it’s not always apparent when he’s having one. Elliot eventually figures out what’s really going on though, and soon after he becomes the only person who can talk Harley down from an attack. Some methods that have proven effective are getting Harley to list all the muscles in his body… and then the ones he uses to breathe. Also, leaning against Elliot’s chest and listening to him breathe, helping the little guy to remember to regulate his own breaths.

— Harley doesn’t like to hang out with the other kids. He doesn’t really ‘get’ them, and nor do they ‘get’ him. Instead, whenever they have break times and Elliot’s available, he likes to play chess with him. Harley usually wins. When Elliot is busy however… Harley will spend his time reading the books Elliot got for him, or drawing up some random design for a robot or something to show him later.

Adult Harley and Elliot:

(In my AU where Elliot invites Harley back to the factory. Also— less fluff and more angst).

—Harley still sees Elliot as a traitor. There’s no overstating how much his dismissal from the YGP hurt him, especially since that meant going back to his abusive household. (I think that Elliot overlooked or missed the signs of abuse altogether because 1) Harley didn’t like talking about his home life to begin with and 2) the man had just lost his daughter, so was grieving as well as developing an obsession over resurrecting her). Because of this old wound, Harley is very short tempered with Elliot, frequently having angry outbursts towards him. For the most part, Elliot quietly endures them since, with hindsight, he’s realised that he might not have made the right decision by expelling Harley and feels no small amount of guilt for it.

— Despite this resentment though… Elliot is still the closest thing to a positive father figure Harley has ever had/has. As such, Harley often finds himself subconsciously seeking Elliot out. Walking past his office, standing closer to him than what is strictly necessary… he becomes very irritated and embarrassed when he realises what he’s doing. Elliot’s presence still calms him, and his approval still makes Harley light up. Sentiment… such a folly, right guys?

— Elliot is still the only person who can talk Harley down from a panic attack, though now he’s grown he rarely has them, and is uncannily good at disappearing as soon as one begins to set in. Elliot is also uncannily good… at sensing when an attack is about to happen, and finding Harley to comfort him. Harley hates it. …He also loves Elliot for it, although he wishes he didn’t.

— Elliot will often check in with Harley. How he’s doing, is his work load manageable, did he see that adorable cat outside the factory today? Sometimes if he has time, he even brings the younger man coffee, or lunch. All this fussing irritates Harley. It makes him feel special, which he used to enjoy… but nowadays it just makes him feel on edge.

— Because of his guilt as well as his deep adoration for the boy, Elliot is more lenient with Harley than he should be. Which, ironically, would be his second mistake :)

Lemme know if you want more of these idk

#tw child abuse mention #elliot ludwig #harley sawyer #poppy playtime

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katagawajr · 7 months ago

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BORDERLANDS 4- the lore so far

a post compiling all the tidbits from the trailers/descriptions, about everything we know about the story (so far).

wanted to make this post because i may be borderlands' biggest hater, but this new stuff looks really intriguing so far! call me optimistic but i'm definitely interested for now...

(speculation/theorizing involved here. i'm not actually 100% knowledgeable on all the lore but this is just what i'm gathering from it. if it turns out to be true then i called it here first <3)

so here's the timeline we know so far:

-> At the end of Borderlands 3, Elpis is crashing into Pandora. To save everyone (on both places), Lilith flies up and teleports Elpis away. Presumably, just like Sanctuary in BL2, she can't exactly control where it goes.

-> Where it happens to go is the planet of Kairos: a planet hidden in space- it's insinuated that the "protective barrier" surrounding the planet (made of glass?) turned it invisible. Or at least undetectable.

-> This "revealed" Kairos to the universe. Elpis presumably has been pulled in and is now orbiting Kairos.

-> Kairos is currently being controlled by "The Timekeeper." The Timekeeper is not a PERSON, but rather an Eridian Guardian. AKA... A Vault Monster.

-> This is explicitly stated in one of Nyriad's diary entries from BL3. She mentions the Timekeeper by name as an "Eridian Creation," in the likes of Graveward (BL3) and the Traveller (TFTBL). It's also obvious by the images above that it isn't Human- it has robotic limbs, floats, and seemingly harnesses/is connected to the Vault Gate behind it.

-> The Timekeeper is described as a dictator obsessed with Perfect Order, furthering the idea that this hidden planet was in a perfect state of "Order," with only the Timekeeper + its "synthetic" army. Remnants of whatever Eridian Society created it, and hid it away, for whatever reason.

-> Elpis crashing into Kairos, and breaking the barrier, has enraged the Timekeeper, who's planet is now visible to the galaxy. And a big hole in the ceiling of it's house. Damn.

-> It's confirmed there's a few years' time-skip between the crashing of Elpis and the start of the game. The SCAVS of Elpis (and bandits of Pandora most likely, however they hitched a ride) have now made their way to the surface of Kairos and are causing mayhem. They seem way more mechanical in nature than the last time we saw Elpis, but similar vibes. Very tech-y, robotic, etc. -> These bandits become their own faction known as "The Rippers," and their leader is a robot lady named Callis.

-> Queen Callis is shown in the trailer to ALSO be not human (robot? something else? Kairos's influence, or Elpis tech? who knows.) But apparently she also has the power to control the bandits, through their masks. She puts the masks on them and their eyes turn red, matching hers. So it's possible she's just mind controlling every bandit.

-> Anyways, it's a "robo-bandit" VS. "synthetic Eridian" civil war deal. The Timekeeper appears to be attempting to subjugate the entire planet again, especially based on all the "break free" wording of the teaser descriptions. Whether you're fighting WITH Callis's army or just as a third party, it appears the Vault Hunters are from Elpis (or, were on Elpis when it got yoinked at the very least). And they're trying to escape this planet. -> The last description does mention "cast of characters, new AND old," so it remains to be seen in what capacity old characters are involved. It IS a time-skip, so maybe Sanctuary finally tracked down Lilith's whereabouts and she's stranded on Elpis. Maybe Ava is an adult now and leading the Crimson Raiders. Maybe the whole "Timekeeper" business means there will be timeline fuckery- pulling alternate timeline versions of old characters, bringing back dead ones, who knows.

-> (I'M PERSONALLY INCLINED TO BELIEVE that Sasha and Fiona will also play a role in this game? Because New Tales called specific attention to Sasha being in a different part of the galaxy unable to be found (hidden planet? wink wink?), and Fiona's talk of Sasha's anahatium pocketwatch, with the etched phrase "TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS.")

-> (Who knows if that is true, or what that really means. Just speculation here. I miss Sasha and Fiona, and they've been hyped up with BL3 Echoes, New Tales stuff, and even their own book. Give us the two best Borderlands characters back please.)

-> Last thing as an aside, it DOES show that we will be getting a Siren VH again. So she either needs to have Steele's unknown power, the Leech power, or some secret third thing. Maybe she isn't a real siren at all. The device on her arm could either be a way to REPLICATE a siren's power (like Anu, making her a "fake siren") or possibly as a way to enhance/contain the Leech power, like Tyreen alludes to in BL3. Interested to find out.

TLDR: we're finally getting the Eridian War plotline! They didn't forget guys! AND it directly involves Elpis, like the game where we first learned about the Eridian War!

Synthetic "Eridian" army led by a Vault Guardian/Monster, THE TIMEKEEPER, vs. the robotic bandit army, the Rippers, led by QUEEN CALLIS. Time-skip again (intrigued to see how long this time. It's canonically been at LEAST two years since BL3.) New + Old characters. New Eridian planet, like Nekrotafeyo. 4 New VH's, either FROM Elpis, or wayward travelers who accidentally crashed onto Kairos.

“Early 2025” gameplay reveal, unspecified 2025 release date.

#borderlands #borderlands 4 #bl4 #bl4 spoilers #borderlands 3 #spoiler tagging and hiding just in case you don't want to know ANYTHING.#i dunno... i'm EXTREMELY wary about the story. HOWEVER. they seem like they have a real contained story built on established lore! wow!#touching on the eridian war from bltps as well as the diary logs from 3. it seems like a step in the right direction #playing with a lot of cool sci-fi ideas in their sci-fi franchise so i'm excited to see what implications it has for the lore #but watch gearbox take a really cool set of ideas and fuck it up. GEARBOX PLEASEEE TELL A SERIOUS STORY DIAL BACK THE JOKESSSSS #I BEGGG. THE LESS COMEDY IN THIS UPCOMING GAME THE BETTER IT WILL BE.#time stuff means ... HERE'S HOW THE KATAGAWAS CAN COME BACK IN BORDERLANDS 4 HERE'S HOW I PERSONALLY CAN STILL WIN

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Small World

Part Three

characters: single dad! soccer coach! widower! Yuta x female! single mom! fashion designer! divorcee! Y/N with son! Jung Sungchan, son! Shotaro Osaki, daughter! Sachiko Osaki (OC), daughter! Sakura Nakamoto (OC) word count: 8.3k words genre: chaptered, fluff, drama summary: Who says one cannot fall in love once again? warnings: single parents au, mutual pining, aged up and aged down characters, teen angst,

taglist: @nuoyipeach @tenjyucat @justsomekpopstuff @amazinggraxia @ne0sgotmyback @monshirev

Part One - Part Two

A two-week suspension. That was Sungchan’s punishment for punching a classmate. Normal teens would be bummed out with the school’s decision but he’s somewhat glad that this is the only punishment he had. That is compared to the other student who was removed from the soccer team and even got sued by his father. The same father who gave him the punishment of cleaning his mother’s workshop for a week. Usually, his mom disliked him touching her things in the workshop. This is her own workplace at home but with the state of the room, with scattered papers all over the place and her cluttered materials, she agreed to let him in and clean the place.

A lot of memories were in this place starting with the little note on the corkboard with the words ‘I love mommy more than robots’ in a seven-year-old crayon handwriting to the graduation picture of his mom while the ten-year-old him stood next to her. It was amazing, Sungchan thought, how his mom juggled studying, working, and being a mom.

Sungchan knew, even at a young age, the story of his parents. His mother’s mom left them for some rich guy leaving her and her dad fending for themselves. She was in middle school when her dad remarried his uncle Jungwoo’s mom and they became close. His dad, Jaehyun, was a close friend of Jungwoo and he remembered his uncle saying that his parents were inseparable ever since they first met. It’s not surprising that they got married early and had a child together.

The first hurdle of their relationship was his father’s parents who seemed to hate the idea of his mother being their daughter-in-law. Sungchan could always hear his grandmother tell his father he was too good for Y/N. But he knew that wasn’t the case. Sungchan was sure his mom was too good for his dad.

And that may be the reason why she hasn’t fallen in love once again. His father had entered a lot of relationships, with countless girls that Sungchan decided not to remember their names. But his mom had never entertained a suitor before.

It’s not like she’s not attractive. Heck, the majority of his male teachers would always be in his favor just because they wanted to have a chance with his mom. But she never batted an eye for them. Maybe her standard is too high. And she deserves it, to be honest. She deserves a better guy, a nice guy who would protect her and love her. But where could Sungchan even find a person like that? A person who will love his mom more than his dad and him? Surely, there’s no one.

Hopefully, his dad wasn’t right and his mom wouldn’t have to marry again. He doesn’t want her to get hurt because of a guy once again.

Although he was suspended from school, the soccer coach still allowed him to play in the inter-school game. Maybe it was the perks of being his son’s best friend but the coach is really great at hiding that fact. The game was too easy and Sungchan knew he could easily deliver their team to victory. It was a nice thing because he could not let his mom down especially since she was watching him from the bleachers.

Maybe it was another punishment for him. Since he didn’t want her attending his games before, she’s now all-out supporting him even in the smallest game. At least, though, he wouldn’t mess up and could actually make his mom proud.

As expected, their team won in a landslide victory. The coach was ecstatic as he handed Sungchan their trophy and started posing for group pictures. Once done with the basking of their win, the older asked the players to head to showers so they could go back. Sungchan just grabbed his duffel bag from the locker room and headed out to check on his mom. To his surprise, the coach is conversing with the person he is looking for. She was laughing at what the older male was saying, covering her mouth as she laughed wholeheartedly. He had never seen his mom this carefree with someone else before.

Sungchan was aware that the coach and his mom were acquaintances, maybe friends. It’s probably the fact that they’re parents of teenagers which connects them but this is different. When the coach held his hand high, palm facing the older woman’s, his mom grinned and gave him a high five. As if it were natural, they grasp each other hands while mirroring the same smile.

No, it can’t be. There’s no way, right?

“Mom,” Sungchan called, and very subtly, the elders let go of each other's hand. “Let’s go?” He claimed as he pulled his duffel bag closer to him.

“You’re not going to take a shower?” She asked while trying to take the bag from him but he refused. “I think the coach wants to take the team out for a meal.”

Yuta nodded but Sungchan shook his head, “I’m not feeling well, I just want to lie down.” He mumbled, making the older woman step closer to him and attempt to feel his forehead but he dodged her. “Let’s just go home, mom.” Y/N nodded, bidding farewell to the coach after thanking and apologizing to him then wrapping her arm around Sungchan’s arm to help him walk to the car.

It’s probably just the heat getting in his head.

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His mom cannot fall in love. Especially with the soccer coach.

That thought ran through Sungchan’s mind as he nibbled the straw of his milkshake while watching the twins argue about what to order for lunch. Maybe if he falls in love with Sachiko then there’s no reason for his mom and her dad to fall in love and be together. If that happens, Shotaro might become his relative in the future. But Sachiko isn’t his type and his bestfriend as a brother-in-law is just chaos waiting to happen. He should learn from his father and uncle’s mistakes.

Jungwoo and Jaehyun used to be best buddies. That was what both her parents said. But after the divorce, it seemed like a wedge split their brother-like closeness. And to be fair, he doesn’t want that to happen with Shotaro.

“Why the hell are you staring at my sister?” Shotaro asked, glaring at him. Sachi excused herself to pick up Sakura and there were just the two of them left seated on the table. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop it!”

“What?” Sungchan revolted. He didn’t know Shotaro was a protective twin brother. “I’m not thinking of anything.” But the Japanese guy just squinted his eyes at him. “Taro,” he started while repeatedly poking his milkshake with his straw. “Do you want your dad to remarry?”

The other’s eyes seemed to widen at that question. “That is a weird question.” Sungchan had to agree. He isn’t sure why he was asking the question as well. “But if Dad wants to get married again, who am I to stop him?”

The taller cocked his head to the side. It was alright with him? “Sakura had always wished to have a mom.” Sungchan nodded. “I think Dad is considering dating so Sachi and Kura could have some female guidance as they grow up.”

The other nodded, aggressively poking his straw on the milkshake. Shotaro is very considerate and smart in thinking of that reason. Both a teenager and a young girl needed a female in their life just like how he needed his father’s guidance as well. “Why did you ask?”

“Nothing.” He shouldn’t think much about it.

“What is this really about?” Maybe Shotaro already knows too much about him.

The guy had to stop for a moment before breathing hard, “I don’t want my mom to get married again.” Shotaro looked confused, “I don’t want to see her hurt. I don’t want to see her cry because of a man ever again.” Flashbacks of nights when he could hear his mom crying from the cracks of her door kept appearing in his mind. “We’re fine this way, I don’t think a man could ever change my mom.”

Shotaro shrugged. “I don’t know why you’re stressing about that but they’re adults. They know what’s best for them.” He then continued, “Whether they remarry or not, they’re still our parents.”

Sungchan nodded. He cannot stop her if she wants to get married again, he promised his dad. But maybe he could at least prevent that from happening.

Because, right now, no one could protect his mom better than him.

Shotaro chuckled lightly, “Are you asking me this because you think my dad and your mom had something going on?” Sungchan surprisingly stared at his friend. So it isn’t just him who noticed their closeness? “I can assure you nothing is going on between them.” Maybe Shotaro knows a lot of things.

“How are you so sure about that?”

Shotaro just smiled.

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Y/N stared at herself in the mirror, for the tenth time tonight. She doesn’t know why she’s making a big deal out of this but she doesn’t want to dress up too much since it’s a simple dinner yet she doesn’t want to dress down since it is a simple dinner.

She felt weird when Sungchan messaged her with a simple ‘Let’s have dinner at Shotaro’s place’. Why does it have to be in Shotaro’s place? Does the dinner include a family of four? Then Yuta will be there, right? But why that place? Is it something special?

Maybe it’s Shotaro’s birthday. Then it’s also Sachiko’s. But Sungchan should have told her about it and they could have prepared something, maybe a gift or a dish if they were going to have a party. Should he ask him if he wanted her to bring anything? Maybe she should just message Yuta. Is that it? The twin’s birthday? And if not, does he know why they’re having dinner at his place?

The female sighed. Why is she thinking so hard about it? Before she could create a message to Yuta or Sungchan, the older's name popped up on her notifications. “Kura and I are on the way to the convenience store. We’ll just meet you there.” With a heavy sigh, she took a last look at herself in the mirror. She shouldn’t think so much about it.

The moment she entered the convenience store, she easily spotted the father-daughter. Sakura insisted on buying the hamster pudding since it looked so cute but Yuta was arguing that she would just eat it so it doesn’t matter. Y/N giggled, making the distressed man stare at her in defeat, “Just let Sakura get the hamster pudding. I’ll also get one since Sungchan also likes this pudding.”

“Can we also get Sachiko one?” Sakura asked, wide eyes staring at the older pleadingly.

Y/N smiled, nodding. “Let’s get Shotaro one also.” Yuta chuckled silently, shaking his head. Sakura ran to the counter with two of the pudding at hand. “Is there an occasion? Why are we having dinner at your place?”

Yuta took both the jelly pudding Y/N was holding before shaking his head. “I wanted to ask you the same question,” The girl gasped in surprise. “Sungchan was the one who asked permission if he could use our kitchen.”

“My son cannot cook.”

The guy laughed, “Don’t worry. I trust Sachiko in the kitchen.”

But Y/N can’t help but think why. If this was Sungchan’s plan and he had some announcement to make, isn’t it better to just have dinner at home or even dinner, with just the two of them, outside? Why does Yuta’s family have to be involved?

Is it Sachiko? Maybe they’re dating. That’s very plausible since Sachi is a nice and pretty girl. Sungchan is close to her brother, so there is a high chance that he could fall for her. Isn’t it a familiar love story? But that could only mean that Sungchan and Sachiko might end up like her and Jaehyun. “Yuta,” Y/N called as they paid for the pudding and the snacks Sakura had bought. “Do you think my son is dating your daughter?”

“Sakura?” he asked in a light mood which made her squint her eyes at him as he laughed. Yuta opened the door of the convenience store for her and the younger girl before continuing, “I don’t think so. Besides, I don’t think Sachiko likes guys.” Y/N looked startled at that. Sakura was walking ahead on the sidewalk, jumping on some leaves. “She’s always wearing those boyish clothes and doesn’t wear make-up. I’ll be very surprised if she dates a guy.”

Now that Yuta mentioned it, Shotaro and Sachiko had the almost style of dressing up. She even hated the idea of wearing a dress during Sakura’s birthday. And if his older daughter is indeed uninterested in boys, it was very cool for Yuta to accept his daughter the way she is.

Y/N gasped at the realization. If it isn’t Sachiko, then it must be Shotaro.

If she weren’t that occupied with her thoughts, Y/N would have noticed that the Nakamoto residence was just blocks away from their place. Yet she never cared about the sidewalk they were walking to because of the thumping of her heart. How could Yuta be so cool of Sachiko liking the same gender as her? If Sungchan announces that he’s dating Shotaro, she’s more than worried about what his father and his family might say.

The Nakamoto residence looks very modern outside but it is a traditional Japanese house inside. By the end of the hallways, Sakura was running and bowing to a picture of her mom while saying ‘Tadaima’ in a cheerful way. Looking at it closer, she looks very much like Sachiko with her classic beauty. “Mom!” Sungchan called, greeting her by the entrance of the family living room. He was wearing an apron that surprised her. Since when did Sungchan cook? “I’m glad you made it.”

“Hi,” she greeted awkwardly, then greeted Sachiko who was leaving the plates on the table. Shotaro was talking to Sakura about the pudding and when they locked eyes, he gave her an eye smile while greeting her. Maybe Sungchan fell for that charming smile. Is she even ready to hear his announcement? She needed to calm herself first. “Can I use your restroom?” Yuta nodded, pointing at the left hallway which she followed.

Y/N’s heart was stammering really bad as she gazed at herself in the mirror. What should she say when Sungchan reveals the truth? ‘It’s alright, son. I accept you for who you are.’ Yeah, she can do that. ‘Why? You are the only grandson. What will your grandparents say?’ But what about his dad? His grandparents? They'll probably hate her more. She shook her head in distress, breathing heavily. Let’s just be cool about it, Y/N.

The oldest male was just eyeing her as she sat on the table next to Sungchan. There was a lot of food on the table, delicious food in fact. But she felt as if she could not swallow the meal with all the nervousness and anticipation. It’s nothing, Y/N. It’s not a big deal. What’s wrong with your son liking a guy? It’s not like he committed a crime. He’s still Sungchan, your son. He is still Channie.

“Mom,” Sungchan called, which snapped her out of her thoughts. He glanced a little at Shotaro’s way which made the older woman hold her breath. “Will you let me join a weekend dance workshop with Shotaro?”

Y/N could feel her heart dropping in her stomach. That was it? She gulped all the water in the glass and a small voice whispered, “Dance workshop?”

Shotaro was the one who nodded and continued, “It was from the camp where we met. It’s a boys-only dance workshop happening this weekend.” He even claimed that it was happening to a different city which startled Yuta. “I thought it was nearby so I agreed to chaperone you two.” Wait, Yuta knows about it in the first place? “I don’t think I can allow you to go. I can’t leave Sachi and Kura here all alone.”

Both Shotaro and Sungchan looked bummed out. They must have wanted to come to this workshop, Y/N thought. “I can stay with Sachiko and Sakura.” She suggested that made the teenagers look at her. “You’ll chaperone my son so I wanted to help.”

“A weekend with auntie?” Sakura chimed in. “It will be like a girls’ only party.” Sachiko nodded.

Y/N wasn’t sure if the idea was fine but it was the most plausible. She’s used to hanging out with her son, how could she spend the weekend with two young girls? Should they just hang out at home? Play videogames? Do they like that? Barbie dolls? But she isn’t sure how to play with dolls anymore, she’s used to playing with robots. Is that even the same? “You don’t have to do that,” Yuta claimed, gesturing to the dishes Y/N was washing. She shook her head. The kids already cooked and Yuta was a great host so she needed to at least help with something. “I could also call the girls’ grandmother so you wouldn’t babysit them.”

“It’s fine, Yuta. I have nothing to do this weekend and hanging out with your daughters would be a new experience.”

The guy chuckled, leaning his back on the refrigerator next to the sink. “Well, Sakura likes ice cream and Sachiko would pretty much join her sister on anything.” Y/N nodded, taking a mental reminder of what he was saying. “Also, can I ask a favor?” The girl nodded, fully focused on the guy in front of her. “This is pretty huge but could you ask Sachiko what her current interests are.” Yuta rubbed the back of his neck, smiling timidly as if embarrassed. “She never tells me anything and every time I ask her, she doesn’t answer me. I think she just doesn’t want to open up to me because I won’t understand her. I’m not a woman so I don’t think I could understand her.”

Y/N smiled at that. It must be hard being a single dad with a teenage daughter. “I’ll try my best, Yuta.”

He raised his hand and in instinct, the girl high-fived him. Yuta threaded their fingers together, smiling widely. “Thank you so much, Y/N.”

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The setup is pretty simple. Y/N and Sungchan drove to the Nakamoto residence using her car since it will be used by Yuta to drive Shotaro and Sungchan to the venue of the workshop. “I promise to take care of your car, Y/N,” Yuta claimed making the girl laugh.

“I also promise to take care of your house and your daughters.”

The older male turned to the youngest girl, rubbing the top of her head. “Don’t be a troublemaker to Y/N,” he warned which made Sakura pout. “And don’t fight with Sachiko.”

“She’s the one who keeps fighting with me.” The older only raised an eyebrow that made Yuta shake his head. Y/N only giggled at that, how adorable. Sakura suddenly tiptoed to huge Yuta’s leg. “Daddy don’t miss me too much, okay?”

Yuta chuckled, carrying the seven-year-old then kissing her on the cheek. “I hope you don’t grow up too fast, Sakura.” And Y/N caught a little glimpse of Yuta’s soft glance at Sachiko’s way.

Maybe Sachiko did change a lot. Compared to Sakura, who is very cheerful and energetic, Sachiko remains stoic. The younger was just munching on her strawberry ice cream while Sachi just kept on playing with her chocolate one. “Sachiko, do you want any flavor? Do you not like ice cream?” The older asked but she just shook her head, eating the ice cream. Sachiko probably just hates opening up, regardless of gender.

Sakura wiped her mouth before blabbering, “Sachi likes coffee.” Oh, maybe Y/N could just order coffee ice cream for Sachiko. “She loves going to this coffee shop near our school.”

“Sakura!” Sachiko called. “I told you not to tell anyone.”

“Auntie isn’t anyone.”

“I won’t bring you to that shop ever.”

Y/N smiled. Does this mean Sachiko likes someone? “He looks like Sungchan oppa’s dad so Auntie could help you,” Sakura claimed which made Sachiko turn to the older woman who looked surprised. Sachiko likes a guy who looks like Jung Jaehyun?

The teenager sighed hard. “It’s not like he would notice me,” she claimed in a soft voice. “He’s handsome and the basketball team captain.” Oh, Y/N thought, Sachiko is opening up. “Besides, I’m not that pretty.”

“Sachiko, you are very pretty.” Y/N claimed, “You look like your mom and she’s very pretty.”

“That’s what dad always says!” Sakura chimed in.

The mentioned girl shook her head, “He thinks I’m a guy.”

The youngest laughed. “Because you’re always wearing boy clothes. And you always had your hair in a ponytail.” Her sister just glared at her. Is this the fight Yuta mentioned? Why is it so endearing?

But Sakura has a point. “Have you ever tried putting your hair down?” Sachiko shook her head, reasoning out that she’s tired of managing her unruly hair so she often hides it. She also shared how going to a salon to get her hair treated is very expensive so she doesn’t dream about it. “Then should we go to the salon today?”

“I also want to go to the salon!”

“Dad will get mad if I spend too much money on…”

“It’s my treat, Sachi.” The younger stared at her nervously. “I can’t do this with Sungchan. He’s always complaining that he waits too long when I go to the salon.” She shared with a small laugh. “And since it’s us just girls, I was hoping you and Sakura would let me experience a girls’ trip to the salon?” The siblings both look at each other. “Please?”

It was a moment Y/N was so sure she wouldn’t experience it even if she wanted to. But as she watched Sachiko interacting with the hairdresser and Sakura giggling at the nail technician, she was glad a chance like this happened. So this is what mothers with their daughters in the salon feel like. She’s once again wishing that she gave birth to a daughter.

As she listened to Sakura admiring her newly painted fingernails, she couldn’t help but smile widely. This is such a surreal experience. Maybe she could ask Yuta to borrow the girls next time she wanted to be this relaxed and happy. It is fulfilling to see two young girls enjoying their salon trip, a money well spent.

When the curtains of the salon opened, both Sakura and Y/N gasped at the timid Sachiko walking to where they were. “I look weird,” she whispered, shoulder hunched down in embarrassment.

The older one stood up while shaking her head, “It looks good on you.” Her hair was cut in layers, framing her face. She looks very much like the picture of her mom. “Do you like it?” The younger girl nodded, smiling shyly. Indeed, it’s money well spent.

To further enjoy their girls’ trip to the mall, Y/N treated the two girls to a shopping spree. She realized how fashionable Sachiko truly was as she kept on choosing clothes that fit her body type. The girl was even hesitant to get the clothes she wanted, reasoning that her dad might get mad if she bought too much. Yet Y/N kept on asking her to try different clothes, along with Sakura.

Since they bought a lot, the three just decided to take a cab heading to Y/N’s place since Sakura wanted to try her makeup products and see her closet. The younger had a feast on her dresser filled with beauty products and a room full of clothes and shoes. Instead of cooking dinner, the three were eating delivered pizza while wearing dresses and seated on the closet’s carpeted floor.

Y/N could easily call this one of the happiest days of her life. She never realized how therapeutic it is to hang out with girls. They have so much to talk about and so much in common. It made her want to have a daughter so badly. Is it too late to give Sungchan a baby sister? Should she just adopt a young girl so this experience could happen again?

She was busy scrolling through adoption processes on her laptop when a knock on the door could be heard. Sakura entered the room holding a pillow. “I can’t sleep,” the younger one claimed. “I miss daddy. Can I sleep beside you, Auntie?” Y/N chuckled, nodding while tapping the space on her bed.

Sakura quickly lay down beside her and then hugged her torso. “You smell so good.” She claimed that it made her smile. “Is this what mommies smell like?” Y/N threaded her fingers on Sakura’s hair which made the younger hum. “You’re softer than daddy. I like hugging you. I want you to be…” The older one had to glance at her but her eyes were already closed. Is she asleep already? Y/N smiled before pulling the blanket up.

Daughters really are different. And the same as Yuta, she hoped Sakura wouldn't grow up too fast.

Unlike her usual Sundays where she runs with Sungchan and then plays video games with him, the girls are pretty chill while designing dresses in her workshop. Sachiko had some insane talent in drawing that the older is considering making her work part-time in the boutique. Sakura is so good with color combinations that she wondered if their family has some artistic genes. She knows their dad is sporty and Shotaro dances, but the girls are more inclined in the arts. Did they get it from their mom? Their family is so perfect.

As nighttime came, Y/N heard her car enter the garage just in time for dinner. She had informed Yuta earlier that the three of them stayed at her house and she just checked on their residence that morning to get the girls some of their things. Sungchan was the first one who entered the door, leaving his duffel bag on the floor and giving his mother a tight hug. Sakura did the same with her dad and brother. “Where’s Sachi?”

The boys were all surprised when Sachiko, in a light blue dress, came out of the dining room. “Hi Dad,” she casually greeted then wrapped her right arm around his back to hug him. “Hey Sho!” Shotaro had to blink repeatedly. “Dinner is served, let’s go Sakura.” The two girls exited the hallway followed by the two teenage boys.

“What happened?” Yuta asked. “That’s Sachiko, right?”

Y/N nodded, biting her lip. “I kinda brought her to the salon and shop for clothes. I’m sorry, I should have told you.” She claimed quietly. “But I was so excited hanging out with the girls that I forgot to ask for your permission.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Yuta asked with a faint smile on his lips. Y/N nodded guiltily. “You really should have been a girl mom.”

The girl sighed heavily, carrying her son’s duffel bag to the couch. “You have no idea.” She claimed helplessly then continued mindlessly, “I have been having crazy thoughts about adopting a young girl because of your daughters.”

Yuta laughed, “I’m sorry.” She glanced at him in confusion. “If it helps, I can just give Sakura to you when she stops talking to me.” Y/N giggled at that.

Dinner was amazing with stories from Sakura about the girls’ shopping trip and both Shotaro and Sungchan were sharing about the workshop. Y/N noticed how the oldest guy on the table kept glancing at his daughter. Is he mad about the sudden change in Sachiko? “Sachi,” he called, which made everyone at the table stop. “Did you have fun hanging out with Y/N and Sakura?” The younger lightly glanced at the older girl before nodding. Yuta just nodded, pursing his lips with obvious disappointment.

It was then decided that the family of four would be staying at Y/N’s house for the night. Shotaro will be sharing a room with Sungchan, Sakura sleeping in Y/N’s room, Sachiko in the guest room where she slept the night before, and Yuta on the couch. The house owner came to the living room with blankets that startled Yuta. “It’s kinda cold and I felt bad that you’re sleeping here,” Y/N explained, placing the linens by the foot of the couch. “Should I just ask Sachiko to move to my room?”

“Sachiko doesn’t really like rooming with her sister. Sakura is a snorer and Sachi sleeps lightly.” Y/N nodded, sitting on the adjacent single couch. “Maybe you cannot sleep because of Sakura’s noise?”

The girl giggled, “She’s way better than my son, no worries. When he was young, he would always kick me in his sleep.”

“He used it for soccer anyways.” The girl laughed at that. “Sungchan is an amazing dancer. I’ll send you a video.” He claimed as he took his phone to send the video he took from the workshop. "I wonder where he gets that from.”

“Certainly, not from me.“ Yuta giggled. “Oh, can I invite Sachi to work for me in the summer? She’s so good at drawing.” Y/N claimed then in a teasing manner, continued. “I wonder where she gets that from.”

There was a dreamy smile on Yuta’s face as he stared at one spot on the floor. For a moment, Y/N thought that he was really handsome, smiling like that. “Her mom,” he whispered. “She liked to draw a lot when we were still in middle school.”

“You met her in middle school?”

Yuta shook his head, “Kindergarten.” Y/N gasped. That was so cute. “It’s so cheesy but I promised her I’ll marry her the first time I saw her.” The girl smiled widely, that is just so adorable. “Of course, the twins happened first and I didn’t give her her dream wedding but it still happened.”

Oh. “Is that why the twins have a different surname than Sakura?”

“When the twins turned eighteen, they changed their surname to Osaki to remember their mom.” Yuta smiled, “If Sakura wanted to change her surname when she grows up, who am I to stop her?”

The sides of Y/N’s lips curled up at that. Is he for real? Yuta is such a great dad and an amazing husband. She wanted Sungchan to be exactly like him when he grew up, a loving dad and a loyal husband. “Your wife is very lucky to meet you.” Yuta shook his head, claiming that he was the lucky one. “I hope every girl falls in love with a man like you.” She whispered mindlessly then stopped, realizing what that meant. “I mean your daughters are very lucky to have a dad like you. They surely wouldn’t settle for less.” She hissed at that explanation. What the hell was she saying?

“I hope they won’t.” The guy held out his hand, palm up. Y/N stared at him confused before he gestured at his hand once again. The girl placed her hand on top of his and he threaded their fingers together. “Thank you, Y/N.” She grasped his hand a little tighter. “For saying those words and for everything you do for my children, especially Sachiko.”

Y/N had to let go a breath before answering, “It’s nothing.” Her stomach was twisting and turning as she could feel her heart stammering hard against her chest. Does Yuta hear her heartbeat? She hoped not. It’s not normal. Y/N had to slip her hand away from him as she could feel the heat rising to her face. “I’ll get some rest. I hope you rest well here.”

Yuta shook his head, smiling to himself. “No worries.” The girl stood up, “I’ll cook breakfast early tomorrow morning for the kids.” Y/N hummed in response, holding the rails of the staircase as she felt her knees turning into jelly.

Yes, dear. She wanted to answer while staring at the hand he held earlier.

What is this crazy feeling?

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“Why do we need to pick up Sakura from school?” Y/N asked, starting her car as Sungchan entered the passenger seat. It’s not like she doesn’t want to pick up the younger girl, she’s ecstatic. But that means she’s going to be in the presence of Yuta Nakamoto and she just can’t handle it right now.

That morning, she woke up to the noise of someone in her kitchen and the smell of eggs being cooked. Her mouth dried at the sight of Yuta, in a tank top, stirring the scrambled eggs in the pan. “Oh, good morning.” He greeted her when he caught sight of her. Did he even notice her ogling at him? She hoped not. “I hope you don’t mind that I used the eggs from the fridge.” Oh, you can certainly use anything you want. Y/N just nodded in response.

That was such a crazy thought. Is she deprived of a male? Maybe dating isn’t that bad of a thought.

“Shotaro is still in dance class,” Sungchan started, “Sachiko went out with some friends and Coach had some after-school work to do.” Y/N nodded. “Sho claimed that his grandma is home but she doesn’t know where Sakura’s school is.” Oh, that makes sense.

Sungchan was just playing on his phone the whole ride and Y/N knew that it was still early for dismissal. When they passed a certain coffee shop, she felt curious. Is this the coffee shop Sakura mentioned? If it is, then does Sachiko's crush work here? “Channie,” the older one called, “Do you want some coffee?”

The shop is relatively small but it’s cozy. She knew it wasn’t for the teenagers but for the kids in the elementary school since there were more sweet drinks than the plain coffee from usual coffee shops. Y/N was astounded when her son greeted a guy by the counter, “I didn’t know you worked here, Eunseok.” Is he the guy? Sakura did say that he looked like Jaehyun and Y/N could see some resemblance. “Oh, what are you going to have?”

“Iced choco.”

“You said you wanted coffee.” But the girl just smiled. She took her wallet out but Sungchan already gave the other guy cash for their two drinks. When she pushed her wallet at him, the younger muttered “You told me not to let a woman pay for my meals.”

The guy by the counter was smiling to himself. Y/N was now sure why Sachi liked this guy. He is handsome. But is he the guy? “Two iced chocos for Sungchan and his girlfriend.” the guy by the counter announced with a teasing smile.

“Don’t be weird, Eunseok. She’s my mom.” The other guy looked surprised and Y/N was quick to greet him while taking her iced choco. “And stop staring at her.” Y/N giggled, rolling her eyes at her son’s comment.

“I’m not!” Eunseok revolted. “But why are you here? Do you have a younger sibling at the Elementary school?”

Sungchan shook his head. “We’re here to pick up Shotaro’s younger sister.”

“Sakura?” he asked that made Y/N look at him. He knows Sakura? “Where’s Sachiko?” Wait, he knows her? Sungchan explained that she was out with friends and Y/N caught a faint smile on the other’s face. “I guess I won’t be making their orders now.” He lightly glanced at the two tall cups by the working station which had strawberry and caramel drizzle.

Y/N had to take a sip of her drink just to prevent a smile. Oh, he knows her alright.

“Channie, do you think that friend of yours looks like your dad?” Y/N asked which made Sungchan choke on his drink. Instead of taking the car, they were walking from the coffee shop to Sakura’s school. “Does he play sports?”

The tall guy squinted his eyes at that, “He is the captain of the basketball team.” He is that guy! “Mom, he’s the same age as me. Don’t be like this.” Y/N looked confused. What is Sungchan even talking about? “I love you, you know that right? And I don’t want you to get hurt so please don’t meet other guys.”

“What are you talking about?”

He sighed heavily, “I promised Dad that I’d let you date again but I can’t. Men are trash, they don’t deserve you.” He then sipped on his iced chocolate. “I’m still hoping that you and Dad could still end up with each other.”

“Sungchan…” But before she could continue her sentence, the younger guy was briskly walking to the front to welcome the kids coming out of the building.

Y/N had always been aware of how difficult this set-up was for Sungchan. And to be fair, she wanted to make the relationship better but some things are not supposed to be together; just like her and Jaehyun’s parents.

Sakura kept on sharing about what she did at school today while Sungchan, who was seated next to her in the backseat of the car, kept on responding enthusiastically. A faint smile appeared on Y/N’s face. Because of Sakura, she had a chance to see her son in a new light. Although he never experienced being an older brother, he’s very gentle with kids. Y/N was sure that he’d be a great older brother.

The car stopped in front of the Nakamoto residence, a woman standing by the gate of the house and smiling as she saw her granddaughter exit the car with the teenage boy next to her. The grandmother even greeted Sungchan warmly. Y/N wondered if her son was very close to the family. She offered Sungchan to get inside much to Y/N’s surprise and even walked to her car. “You must be Miss Y/N?” the older woman asked, which made her nod. She immediately turned off the engine of the car to get out and greet her. “Sakura talks a lot about you.” She hoped it was nice things, though. “And my son-in-law is right. You are very pretty.”

As they walked inside the familiar house, Y/N tried to think of that statement. Yuta is her son-in-law? Meaning, she’s the mother of the children’s mom. It must be very nice of her to stay and take care of them. And he thinks she’s pretty? Yuta? How? That is weird.

The house smells like cinnamon tea which Sungchan was immediately captivated by. Y/N had been discovering a lot of things about her son today. She found out that she was the grandma who came with Shotaro to camp, and that's why she knows Sungchan. There were a lot of conversations in the small table of four but more of what Y/N does for work. When she offered to make a dress for the older, since she would be attending the wedding of a friend, Sakura’s grandma seemed very delighted.

When Yuta came home that night, the lights were already out and his mother-in-law was the only one in the living room. “Have you eaten?” she asked which made the man nod. He sat on the couch, sighing heavily. “Sachiko and Sakura are already asleep. Shotaro hasn’t come home yet.” He did say that he’s going out with some friends. “And I met Y/N today.” The guy had to sit up properly at the mention of the name. “She picked Kura up from school apparently.”

He leaned his back on the couch, nodding. “She’s a nice lady.” The older woman started and he nodded once again to gesture to her that he was listening. “Both Sakura and Sachiko seemed so fond of her.” They do. It probably started after that weekend they spent together. Even Sachi who never talks would often interject positive words about Y/N whenever Sakura talks about her. “She’s a very nice girl, Yuta.”

“Okasan?” He lightly glanced her way. “Where is this conversation heading?”

The older woman breathed heavily before sitting properly. “I just want to say that there is nothing wrong with trying again. To meet nice girls. To fall in love again.” Yuta had to sit up in surprise. He cannot believe he’s having a conversation like this with his mother-in-law. “My daughter would want it if you find your happiness again, son.” He lightly glanced at the picture of his wife by the hallway. Does she? “Besides, it seems like that woman loves your children as well. Why don’t you just try it out for now?”

The guy sighed heavily at the thought. This is too much all of a sudden. Yes, he finds her attractive and very likable but there’s so much at risk. This isn’t just a simple she and him entering a relationship, there are children involved. “I’ll think about it, Okasan.” He whispered, “You can go to rest first, I’ll wait for Sho to come home.”

The older gave him a light shoulder squeeze before disappearing to Sakura's room. Yuta leaned his back on the couch, breathing heavily.

Shotaro leaned his back by the door. So there is a reason why Sungchan asked him that question. Maybe there is something really going on with their parents. Should he stop it or let his dad do what he wants? Will their family change a lot?

Maybe he just needs to find out for himself.

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Soccer seemed very boring for Shotaro. Imagine spending all your strength and stamina just to run and kick that small ball in the goal. He cannot understand the beauty of the sport. And maybe that is the reason why he never really felt too close to his dad. He had always been a soccer prodigy in Japan and a lot of people thought Shotaro, his son, would end up in the same field as him. But he felt a passion for dancing more than in any sports. An idea that his mom perfectly understood but not much with his dad.

Watching Sungchan, in all his sweating glory, running across the field with the ball on his feet made Shotaro realize that he must be the son his father had always wanted. He lightly glanced at his dad who was standing and shouting to his ace player. Surely, he will like Sungchan more as a son.

His friend’s team won and he saw how his dad ruffled the taller’s hair, smiling widely at him. If his dad does pursue Sungchan’s mom, his ace player will end up becoming his stepson. They’ll be an unstoppable duo in soccer.

And maybe that was what his dad wanted.

“I’m pretty good, aren’t I?” Sungchan asked his friend, lightly elbowing him. Shotaro only nodded in response. “This is the first time I saw you watching the game.”

The other guy smiled timidly. “I thought your mom would be here.”

“My mom?” Sungchan asked before lightly hitting his friend’s shoulder. “I told you not to think weird things about my mom.”

Shotaro chuckled, lightly dusting his shoulder. “That’s not what I mean.” He reasoned out and in a soft voice continued, “I just want to see how my dad reacts when she’s around.” The taller stopped in his tracks, looking at his friend in confusion. “It’s nothing. I just want to confirm if my dad is open to dating or not.”

“You said it was fine.”

He nodded, “As long as it’s not your mom.” Sungchan looked offended so he cleared up. “I don’t want us to be stepbrothers. We see each other all the time.”

The taller guy laughed and then ruffled his hair. “I don’t think they like each other like that.”

“Hopefully, they don’t.”

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Sachiko informed Yuta that they’d be heading to the mall and visiting Y/N’s boutique since the girl offered to make their grandmother a dress for the upcoming wedding she was attending. He left the game early, telling the team members that he’d just treat them to a meal later. Yuta even told Sungchan that he was going to his mom’s workplace but he refused to go and just decided to hang out with Shotaro. It was weird but maybe the two teenage boys are up to something.

Jungwoo was greeting Yuta when he entered the boutique, gesturing for him to sit on the couch while explaining that the three girls were inside Y/N’s workshop. He was just glad that the guy still knew him after the basketball game and the barbecue party. From inside a well-decorated door, he could hear a child squealing in glee. “Sakura is having the time of her life,” Jungwoo teased, handing a cup of coffee to Yuta.

The other smiled, nodding. “I hope she isn’t troubling Y/N with her work.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about it.” Jungwoo claimed, “My sister could use the distraction.”

Yuta had finished half the cup when the door slid open and out came Sachiko followed by Sakura who was skipping to him. The guy had to stand up to hug the younger girl before his mother-in-law came out the door followed by Y/N. “Are you done?” It was Jungwoo who asked after the designer placed her sketchpad on the countertop. “You should get your lunch break.”

The man holding Sakura looked confused, "You haven’t had lunch yet?”

“I think I forgot to eat,” she claimed just as the older woman held her arm. “Let’s go eat outside, my dear.” Y/N had to lightly glance at Jungwoo as he nodded, even waving her off. “Sure, okasan,” Y/N answered which startled Yuta.

Even if Y/N wanted to come with Sachiko and her grandmother to buy shoes, Yuta had to force her to at least eat something first. It’s already afternoon, very late for lunch. Does she always starve herself for work? Sakura was running to the mini playground by the food court by the mall, leaving the two adults seated opposite each other. “You’ve been working all morning?” Yuta asked, which made the woman nod, eating the pasta she ordered. “That’s why you weren’t at Sungchan's game today.”

There was surprise on the woman’s face then realization. “Oh gosh, I totally forgot about that.”

Yuta chuckled, “He’s with Shotaro so I guess he’s fine.” Y/N only nodded, nibbling on a fry as she typed a message to her son as an apology. “They won by the way.”

“There’s no doubt. The team is amazing.”

The guy had to smile at that, taking a bite of the burger he ordered as well. “About Okasan’s dress, I’ll pay for it.”

“No, no.” Y/N shook her head. “I already talked to Okasan about it. It’s been taken care of.”

Yuta had to lean closer, “You call her Okasan?”

The girl nodded, “I can’t call her grandma or auntie so she suggested calling her Okasan.” She took another fry from the plate, biting on it. “What does Okasan mean?”

“Mom,” The side of Yuta’s lips curled up at the surprise in her expression. “To be fair, we call a friend’s mom Okasan in Japan.”

“But calling your mother-in-law Okasan feels inappropriate.”

He laughed, too loud, that Y/N lightly glanced at the people around. Why is he so carefree? “She just likes you so much.”

“I’m not really good with mothers so I’m not entirely sure about that.”

“You’re very likable, Y/N.” She kept on shaking her head. “Okasan likes you, the kids like you.” Y/N had to lightly glance at Sakura who was energetically playing on the slides. “I think I like you.”

The girl had another surprise in her life. Is she hearing him correctly? And why is that so casually coming out of his lips? “But this is just me admiring you Y/N,” Yuta explained with her loss of words. “I don’t want to bother you with my feelings if you’re not open to developing feelings again.” Y/N had to blink twice at that statement.

She can’t seem to wrap her head around the fact that Yuta has feelings for her. How? Why? This is so confusing. “I get it," He claimed with a laugh, "You’re straight up rejecting me with your reaction.”

The girl vehemently shook her head, “I’m not,” Then realized what she said. “I think you’re great, Yuta. But this is just too overwhelming.” She leaned her back on the chair she was sitting on. What Sungchan said to her before came to her like a wave. “But I don’t think I can do this.”

“Is it Jaehyun?” She shook her head, "Sungchan?"

“He still believes that I can end up with his dad.” There was a smile on Yuta’s face. Of course. “It’s already complicated since you’re his best friend's dad and his soccer coach at that.”

“I understand, Y/N.” The girl had to bite her lip in contemplation. This is frustrating. And really? She’s rejecting this amazing man in the middle of the mall food court. What the hell is wrong with her? “Do you think I could change Sungchan’s mind?”

Once again, the surprise. Whoever came up with the phrase ‘three times a charm’ hasn’t been in this situation. Why does this guy in front of her keep surprising her like this? “If Sungchan could see that I’m serious about you, do you think he could reconsider?”

Y/N’s heart kept on stammering hard in her chest, her face feeling warm at the seriousness of the question. “What if he doesn’t?”

“Then I’ll just keep trying.” She could feel her heart jump in her chest. What is this feeling? Is she dying? “Is that alright with you?” Yuta raised a hand, asking for a high five that he usually does.

“Okay.” The girl raised her hand but before she could have contact with the guy, he threaded their fingers together. Yuta had a smile on his face, which she mirrored.

This is okay for now.

Right?

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Part Four

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