#[waves excitedly] [waves awkwardly][waves gently] [gives a nod][waves gently]

[itsgirlyki]

“is she?”

nanami and yn have been keeping things a secret but it’s getting hard to hide.

🌺includes: kento nanami

contains: pure fluff, fem coded reader, swearing, early pregnancy, established relationship

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“yn-sensei? welcome back!” yuuji excitedly walked in your direction hoping to catch a conversation from you. three weeks ago, you abruptly left unexpectedly for a mission not being able to bid anyone a farewell. although it was only a coverup of why you were really away.

when he approached, you cupped his cheek gently which he greatly appreciated with a hum of joy. you’ve grown overly fond of the young man during the times he spent with you. “yuuji, great to see you.” you retracted your hand from his cheek.

“what about me bitch?” sukuna quips from the same cheek you held making you giggle from the vulgar words.

you flicked his cheek with a smile. “you’ve got a mouth on you, quite literally yuuji.” sukuna growls but kept his words at bay.

yuuji beams happily enjoying the attention but notices something slightly off about your usual appearance. was your skin glistening brighter? or did you fill out your uniform a little more? he put his thoughts to ease seeing as you were speaking to him. “what was that sensei? i quite didn’t catch that..” he nimbly replied.

you raised a brow disregarding his daydream repeating the question. “i asked if you wanted to walk with me to cafeteria before i head for the teachers lounge.”

“i’m down.” he gleefully nodded walking alongside yourself strolling to the cafeteria. as you both were walking yuuji observed the way you stepped. it was almost sluggish and drowsy causing him to pause with a frown. “uhh sensei are you okay?”

out of shock you stop dead in your tracks looking at him. you tried to keep your composure resuming your walk forcing it to be firmer. “why wouldn’t i be?” yuuji didn’t take lightly at the answer but didn’t pester about it anymore.

the both of you arrived at the cafeteria spotting the other first years inside. you gave a quick wave before motioning yuuji to join his friends. “i’m gonna grab a meal. why don’t you join them.” he gives a thumbs up walking away from you to join the two others.

“is it just me or is yn-sensei.. glowing?” nobara glanced at the teacher who was happily bouncing on the balls of her feet, now stacking food into a bowl. her skin shined almost reflecting whatever was nearby.

yuuji agrees hastily with the doubt from earlier leaving his body. “yes i was thinking the same! doesn’t she look bigger as well?” he grunted after earning a slap on the head from megumi, who only grumbled.

“you don’t talk about a lady’s weight.” nobara chuckled at megumi’s actions also giving yuuji a harsh nudge.

“yeah that’s super rude. even if it is true.” she crosses her arms observing your form from afar.

the portions looked a bit much for one person but you could be starving. she looks down to your stomach which was slightly pointed outward making her eyes light up in realization. ‘she looks pregnant.’ her mouth dropped slightly in shock but chose not to say anything since it wasn’t her place.

you walked back over to the trio with them being awkwardly quiet and paid no mind to it. “nobara, you’ll catch flies.” you chuckled tapping her chin. she quickly closed her mouth and blushed softly.

yuuji snorted at nobara being caught of guard. “thanks sensei.” she bashfully rubbed the back of her neck.

“alright children, i have to meet up with the other sensei’s but you have my cell if you need me!” you quickly wave them off skipping to your next destination which was to see your blonde headed husband.

the walk was a bit lengthy due to the slow pace you were walking. you’ve texted kento you were on your way a couple of minutes ago but you didn’t think it would take this long to get there. you decided a little break wouldn’t hurt and spotted a nearby bench, besides you have been getting hungrier each step of the way.

“sorry ken.. we’ve gotta take a minute.” you mumbled sitting on the bench eating your lunch. you hummed in satisfaction as the food filled into your stomach depleting your hunger. a minute became thirty and your meal session turned into a outdoor watching.

you hear shuffles come from behind you startling your core. “i figured you’d sit down..” nanami appeared from behind with crossed arms and a look of worry. “you had me anxious. no call or text?”

a sheepish smile smeared across your face as you rubbed your stomach. “i got a little distracted.” you went to stand but he patted your shoulder lightly making you sit back down.

he takes a sit next to you placing an arm over the bench. “a little?” being too stunned to speak you pouted sticking a tongue out at your husband.

“womp womp!”

“how mature of you.” he chuckled, brushing the hair out your face leaning in pressing a quick kiss on your lips.

“how smooth of you.” you repeated back leaning in pressing another firm kiss on his lips. you scoot into his warm body laying a head onto his shoulder having conversation. him occasionally brushing your stomach with his large hand.

“well that’s not something you see everyday..” a familiar voice sprang in the air causing you and kento to lean away from each other looking into that direction.

shoko, who was walking had now halted watching the scene you two made, the second years not too far following behind her but had shocked faces. kento face palmed at his carelessness forgetting that he was still on the campus. you on the other hand waved jollily standing to greet everyone.

“shoko! second years! how are you?” you clasp your hands together strolling in front of them. they regathered their composures and began to speak back.

“not as good as you it seems.” she snickers making nanami scowl and sigh. he knew the teasing would be inevitable for why he wanted this a secret.

“since when was this.” she did a pointed motion towards you and him. “a thing?”

“salmon!!” inumaki agrees wanting to know the answer as well.

“i’ve always known you weren’t on the market yn-sensei! you’re too pretty.” pandas words make you flush with glee. you fan off his words humbly thanking him.

“nanami-sensei though? odd pair. you’re so sunshine! he’s so… clouds.. bills.. get to work.” you internally died at his statement trying not to laugh in your husbands face.

“i am still right here.” the stoic man grumbled shaking his head. panda bowed repeatedly to him.

maki had been awfully quiet not saying a word just visibly observing you. you wondered what she was thinking. “something on your mind maki?” you ask.

she blinks snapping out of a daze nodding her head. “have you been bulking?” of course the girl had thought it was for working out. you gulped as everyone also began staring at your form noticing the slight changes. kento began to sweat slightly shuffling away from the area.

“now that i’m looking at it, you have gotten bigger especially down there.” shoko softly pressed a finger on your stomach making you flinch back.

“so, are you calling me fat?” you chuckled trying to play it off but she had a different opinion.

“no, i’m actually calling you pregnant.” the sound of a penny could be heard dropping. you asked why she thought that and she merely shrugged.

“firstly your skin is glistening but there’s no sweat, then you’re hunching over a bit, and not to mention the prominent curve. do i need to say more?” you wheezed almost forgetting that this is a doctor you’re talking to.

“secrets out i guess! yes, i’m one month pregnant.” you blew a raspberry at shoko for blowing your cover but happy it wouldn’t have to be held in anymore.

panda had an internal battle with his head shortly making an outburst. “so that means.. nanami-sensei is the dad!!” pandas paws slid down his face dramatically looking over to the blonde man to find him gone.

“wait that’s actually gross.” maki puts a hand on her face looking away, inumaki blushes as well covering his face even more.

you pout childishly pointing an accusing finger at them. “how do you kids think you got here??”

“SENSEI STOP!!!”

“SHOKO SHOULD’VE NEVER SAID ANYTHING!!”

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extra: with nanami and gojo

“so i heard yn is pregnant.. by a little blonde.”

“gojo i will harm you.”

“seesh, fine..”

“…”

“was it wet?”

“gojo leave my office.”

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[hobiebrownismygod]

Hi, sorry!!Hope you’re having a nice day! May you make a fanfic where the reader is very secretive, formal and keeps to themself, like they never take off their suit’s mask kinda secretive. And hobie is curious about them and wants to get to know them better?

this was such a fun prompt to write! Thx for requesting <3

Hobie Brown x GN!Reader - Mysterious

WC: <1k

Masterlist

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"Hey Y/N!"

"Hi Peter."

"Hi Y/N!!"

"Hi Peter."

You awkwardly nodded at the passing Spider-people, all of them greeting you excitedly while you barely acknowledged them, keeping your eyes in front of you. There was no point in engaging in a conversation, it'd only end up with you having to answer their questions and force yourself into the open. You weren't ready for that just yet.

You kept your head down as you walked through the door of the training center, pretending not to notice the few Peters that waved at you while fighting, friendly yet blank smiles on their faces. They were all the same.

"Hey, Y/N."

You stopped for a moment and turned around, being greeted by a familiar face that you hadn't seen in the past few days. The same face that was the worst of them all, asking you more questions about yourself and your past life than all the other Peters combined.

"Hi Hobie." You muttered, about to turn away again. You did not want to start a conversation with him right now. It always ended with him probing you with questions about your dimension, your family, your canon events...he was too curious to take a hint.

"Woah, where d'you think you're goin' sunshine?" He asked with a grin, following you as you. "Y'can't get rid of me that easy."

"Obviously not." You mumbled, slowing down your pace when you realized you wouldn't be able to shake him off. He watched you for a moment, as if inspecting you, dark brown eyes running over your mask and suit. "Why do you never take off that mask?" He asked out of the blue, cocking his head towards you slightly.

"I don't feel like it" You replied dryly, not making eye contact with him. "Why don't you feel like it, then?" He asked sweetly, a sly expression crossing his face. "Are you horribly disfigured or something?"

"I just don't find it necessary." Your tone was as cold as you could make it, the annoyance at his presence practically oozing out of your body. "And why's that?" He asked, making his tone as childish as possible, obviously trying to annoy the crap out of you. Little shit. "Because my face shouldn't matter."

"But it's not just your face, is it?" He chuckled. "It's your story too. I've known you for a month, but I don't know a single thing about you" His tone turned teasing. "You have something to hide?"

You froze. "I just don't like talking about it, okay?" You snapped, looking up at him. He backed down slightly, hands going up in the air defensively. "Alright, alright...I'm still curious though." He pushed his hands into the pockets of his vest, leaning in once again. "I mean, we've all experienced the same things...what makes you so special?"

"I never said I was special." You said with a scoff, folding your arms over your chest. "Ahh, but you act like you're special." He replied. "All mysterious and secretive...makes me think you've got something a little different."

"What if it's just none of your business?"

He shrugged. "I'd still like to know."

You shook your head and turned away from him again, but he gently grabbed your arm before you could leave. "Wait!" he said quickly, getting back in front of you. "I just want to get to know you better, dove."

"Why?"

"I just...would like to."

You stayed silent for a moment, mulling it over. "If I answer your questions, will you leave me alone?" He rolled his eyes. "I'd rather be friends, but if that's what you'd like..."

"I'd like you to leave me alone."

"Will do, princess. Now first question-why hide your face?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, already regretting giving him his chance. "I just don't want to take it off."

"I won't leave you alone if you don't answer my questions."

"Fine, fine." you said quickly, "I just don't trust any of these people with my identity."

He raised an eyebrow. "You think they're gonna use it against you?" He asked amusedly, a laugh on the tip of his tongue. "We're all Spider-man too...I think you're a bit mental."

"Shut up!" You said annoyedly, shaking your head at him. "I just have...trust issues, okay?" You murmured, just barely loud enough for him to hear. His smile widened at this confession and he lowered his voice as well. "Honestly? Me too."

"Uh-huh" you replied, not buying into it. "No really-" he responded, "-you know, when I first got here, I wouldn't say a single word to LYLA. Still don't. I don't trust anything that robots got to say."

You chuckled at this. "That's not the same though-" You began.

"I didn't trust people with my face either, 'til I realized everyone's got their mask off so it doesn't really matter." he interjected

You stayed silent, letting his words sink in. How cute. "Alright, next question-"

"Hey, I've already answered a question!" You said, a smile appearing on your face.

"You never said I was only allowed one question." he teased, wagging his finger in your face.

"Jerk."

"Why don't you want to be friends with me?" He tilted his head to the side and you couldn't help but feel a little guilty. You'd been fairly rude to him in the time that you'd known him. Although he was pretty annoying, he still wasn't the worst.

"I just...I'm not very good at making friends." You admitted, breaking eye contact and looking to the side awkwardly. He nodded solemnly, not taking his eyes off of you. "I get it."

"No I'm like really bad at making friends. I just...don't like people. I don't get people."

"Don't feel bad about it. To each their own, right?" he assured you, eyes crinkling up slightly as he grinned.

You grinned back. "I guess you're right."

"Doesn't mean we can't be friends though."

You laughed. "Why do you want to be friends with me so bad?"

"You're mysterious. It draws me in." He said jokingly. "But really, I just want to get to know you." he said, almost embarrassedly. "And I'd like you to get to know me too."

You stared at each other in silence. "Well, when you put it that way, I guess I kind of have to now." You said with a chuckle, extending your hand out to him. "Why don't we start over?"

"Sounds perfect, darling. I'm Hobie, Hobie Brown. You?" He said with a smile, taking your hand and shaking it vigorously. "It's nice to meet you, Hobie Brown. I'm Y/N."

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chapter four. premium seats

𝜗𝜚 You smile and wave as you exit your building, seeing Beomgyu waiting outside, carrying several bags of camera equipment. “Need some help there, Gyu?” He nods and sighs with relief as you take one of the bags from around his neck.

“So, you ready to go?” he asks, peering at you inquisitively.

“Ready as I’ll ever be. Somehow, I haven’t been to a single game the whole time we’ve been here.” The two of you begin the walk to the stadium, deciding not to drive since your apartment is only a 10-minute walk from the field.

As you walk, you chat about mundane things: school, work, and what music you’ve been liking lately. Eventually, the topic turns to crushes.

“So, I noticed you’ve been posting a lot about a certain someone on your Twitter. What’s that about?” You roll your eyes.

“Not you too, Gyu. I just think he’s cute. Is that a crime?”

He laughs and nudges you with his elbow. “It’s not a crime, but I’ve got a source that tells me he thinks you’re cute too.”

You rub your ribs where he just poked you. “Yeah, right. Does this source happen to be Ningning?”

“No, actually, Jungwon and I were talking about it at work the other day. He told me not to tell you, but he should’ve known I’d do it anyway.”

You laugh at his slight sass, trying not to take him too seriously. “Jungwon was probably just messing around.”

“Is it so hard to believe that he might actually like you?” Beomgyu asks, not willing to drop the topic so quickly.

“Yes, it is hard to believe when you consider the fact that he hasn’t spoken a word to me,” you say firmly, hoping he’ll just let the topic go, especially since you’re nearing the soccer field.

As you enter the stadium, Beomgyu reaches into his bag, producing two press name tags. “Premium seats, baby!” You smile and take the lanyard, awkwardly draping it around your neck since your hands are full with his camera equipment.

You enter the stadium through the field tunnel, watching as Beomgyu immediately rushes to find Yeonjun. You trail behind him, observing his excited gestures as he waves over Yeonjun and a few other members of the team.

“Oh! Also, this is Y/N! She’s gonna help me with the pictures today.” You smile awkwardly and wave gently as he takes the bags from you, placing them on a nearby bench.

“Cool, you work with Jungwon and Soobin, right?” You look up to see Jake Sim looking right at you.

Your face goes a little red and suddenly feels warm. “Oh, yeah, I do.” Looking at him up close, you realize how cute he is, and you can tell he’s about to say something more when the coach’s voice rings through your ears. “Well, it was nice to meet you. The game’s about to start. Make sure to cheer for me.” He winks at you, and then he’s gone.

Beomgyu makes his way to your side, noticing your flushed face and smile. “I was gone for like, a minute. Don’t tell me you guys are already in love.” You shriek and hit his arm.

“Stop! What if he hears you?”

The two of you get your cameras ready, you're no great photographer, but you do enjoy taking pictures sometimes.

The announcer introduces both teams as you snap a few shots, moving around the sidelines, careful to avoid any flying balls or players.

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An hour and a half later, the game is over, with the HYBE U soccer team securing the win, and you and Beomgyu securing some great pictures.

The two of you make your way over to the team once again, with Beomgyu excitedly showing Yeonjun the pictures he got. You stand awkwardly a few paces behind him, waiting for him to be done so you can head out.

You're lost in thought when you hear your name, looking up to see Jake standing in front of you, somehow still looking good after playing an entire soccer game.

"Y/N, the team, and Beomgyu are gonna go to dinner later to celebrate, wanna come with?"

You look at Beomgyu, who's now facing you and giving you a thumbs up and a wink, "Yeah sure! sounds like fun, we'll probably have to drop off the camera equipment though."

Jake smiles at this, excited that you accepted his invitation, "No, yeah, that's totally fine! The guys and I are gonna hit the showers and stuff, so it'll be a while anyway."

"Alright then, I can give you my number so you can text me when you're ready to meet up?" You smile shyly, hoping he won't think too hard about the fact that Beomgyu definitely has a way to contact the team.

"Really? I mean, yeah that'd be good." He laughs and pulls out his phone, handing it to you so you can type in your number.

You type it in and enter your name, adding a few emojis before handing the phone back to him.

"I'll see you later then." You excuse yourself and head over to Beomgyu, internally dying at the fact that you'd just given him your phone number.

As the pair exits the stadium, Jake looks at your contact and feels his face grow warm. You'd given him your number and added emojis to your contact.

This feeling of warmth grows even more as Sunghoon grabs his phone, looking at the contact, exclaiming, "Dude she wants you so bad!"

His phone is then passed around the team, your contact glaring brightly on his phone. 𝜗𝜚

Y/N ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა♡

𝜗𝜚 author's note - first written chapter EVER so it's kinda shitty but i hope it's acceptable! lmk if you liked the chapter and please please please tell me if you have any tips or constructive criticism!

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Late night thoughts #99:

Captain Levi made everyone participate in your Valentines day celebration + proposal

Captain Levi isn't a romantic person, but he is trying damn hard to make you happy. As a Captain, he has a lot of worries and responsibilities that come before you. And you understand that. You never wanted to be a burden to him so you never talked about marriage or future family with him. But Levi has been thinking about marriage with you when one of the recruits resigned to get married and have children. He did not want to regret not marrying you, or worst, you marrying someone else. So he decided to pop the question on Valentine's Day.

Levi might has his Ackerman powers to make quick decisions during fights but he is bad at planning romantic events. Initially he wanted to keep the proposal private, but being in the military camp, it's hard to get privacy (especially with the new recruits around). So, he exploits his captain power and made everyone in the Survey Corps participate in the proposal.

Sasha and Jean are in charge of cooking a 5 course meal for Levi and you. Ulou, Eld, Gunther and Eren are made to set up and decorate the rooftop for the dinner. Levi found out that Miche could play the harmonica and made him perform during the dinner as entertainment. Petra is tasked with keeping you busy while Levi does ring shopping with Erwin. Armin and Connie are to serve during the dinner and ensure everything goes smoothly.

On Valentine's Day, Levi takes you up to the rooftop decorated with flowers and colourful lanterns where you find Armin and Connie dressed up in their best clothes, ready to serve you. You laugh at the sight of them standing stiffly, waiting by the table.

"Levi, don't work them so hard on Valentine's Day." You slap Levi's upper arm gently.

"They would rather do this than clean up the shitty stable," Levi pulls the chair for you to sit.

In the middle of the dinner, Miche reluctantly comes to the table with Nanaba nudging him forward. Miche nods and starts playing the harmonica while Nanaba claps by his side. You raise an eyebrow at Levi but he just shrugs and gives you some of his fries.

Finally, dessert is served and everyone crowded the rooftop. They are watching you excitedly. You are eyeing everybody and smiling nervously.

"What is going on, everybody?" You let out a nervous giggle.

Levi stand up and waves his hand, asking everybody to leave. The crowd makes a sad noise in protest. "Tch, leave now, brats," Levi waves his hand again.

The crowd mutters as they walk away, but you could see them hiding at the corner, watching. You look at Levi expectedly. "What is this about, my love?" You call him my love when nobody is around. Levi blushes.

Fidgeting, Levi moves awkwardly toward you before pulling a simple gold band from his front pocket. He kneels by your chair and takes your hand in his.

"Y/n, m-my love, I have been thinking about marrying you for months now. Yo- I mean, I-I love you a-and you are my home a-and"

"I do!" You jump at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and tears rolls down your eyes. You are sobbing in happiness. You always thought you were greedy for wanting to marry Levi because you didn't want to be an extra burden to him. You never knew he wanted to marry you too.

Through blurry vision, you watch as Levi slips the ring into your finger. You pull him in for a kiss. Cheers echo from the corner as the cadets come rushing toward you, congratulating you both.

Suddenly, a bright light and a loud explosion catch everybody's attention. Hange surprises everyone with their homemade foreworks.

"Congratulations, Levi, Y/n! Can I play this at your wedding?"

"Tch, no!"

[aanoia]

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Lily Evans x reader day two of the christmas advent calendar words; 1431 warnings; none i'm actually in love with this one y'all, isn't Lily js gorgeous

I laughed quietly as Lily dragged me up her front porch, talking excitedly about how much she’s been looking forward to this. She opened the door, the great rattling against the wood as a warm peppermint smell filled my nose.

“Lily?” A deep voice asked from the kitchen and a tall, broad man came around the corner, a smaller, yet still tall, boy following. The man wore a bright pink sparkly apron around his torso.

“Dad!” She yelled happily and ran into his arms. I watched with a smile as he swayed them back and forth, greatly missing his daughter. I closed the door gently as they broke apart and he eyed me.

“Hey, Lils.” Her brother, Forrest, said and pulled her into a hug.

“You must be Y/n.” A female said and stepped aside her husband, her bright ginger hair matched Lily’s almost exactly.

I nodded, “Yes, that would be me.” I held out my hand to shake but she simply brushed it off and pulled me into a tight hug. She smelled like vanilla.

“In this house we hug, darling.” She said, patting my back and pulling away.

“Petunia! Lily and her girlfriend are here!” Lily’s mom called upstairs as her dad walked closer to me.

“You treat my daughter right?” He asked and Lily groaned as her brother snickered. Her mother walked up the stairs.

“Dad-”

I nodded, “I do, sir.”

“I trust you more than them boys, but don’t you hurt her. You hear me?”

“I understand, loud and clear.”

It was silent for a moment before a smile broke out on his face and he pulled me into a hug. He was more gentle than his wife. Loud footsteps came down the stairs as arguing filled the air.

“I don’t want to eat with Lily and her freak girlfriend.” A voice said disgustingly. I awkwardly rubbed my arm.

“Petunia, you will behave and treat our guest with respect. It’s Christmas, have some compassion.” The two came into a view and I stood silently as Lily grabbed onto my hand.

“Nice to see you, Petunia.” She said quietly and Petunia rolled her eyes, opting to just sit at the table.

“Don’t be rude.” Forrest said, walking to the table as the rest of us followed.

“Shut up.” Petunia spat back and her mother sighed as the oven dinged.

“Ah, the turkey’s ready!” Lily’s dad exclaimed happily, running to the oven and carefully taking the bird out. My head cocked slightly, not used to people actually doing things and not just using magic.

“It looks delicious dad.” Lily said with a smile and he smiled back. I noticed the worn look on his face, no doubt from the day full of cooking and dealing with his children.

“No, no, no, you can’t do that! Thief!” I yelled defensively as Forrest tried to take extra money from the bank.

Forrest rolled his eyes dramatically, “I’m not stealing! I’m borrowing!” “You can’t do that!” “How would you know?”

“I’m not that dumb!” I ignored his dads laughter as we argued and failed to notice the loving smile Lily was giving me, grateful that I fit right in with her family.

“You sure about that?” He yelled back and I reached for my pocket - note that I left my wand at home, wanting to spend an entire muggle Christmas - and pulled out the skewer I stole from the food.

“I’ll hex you!” To my surprise, I wasn’t the only one who stole a skewer and my mouth gaped as Forrest pulled out a stick as well and pointed it at me.

“Not if I hex you first!”

“You don’t know any spells!”

He waved the skewer hazardously, “Abra cadabra!” 

There was a moment of silence before the entire table burst out laughing. Even Petunia begrudgingly let a few laughs fall from her lips. Lily’s mom wiped a few tears from her eyes as her dad started coughing loudly, only making everyone else laugh harder.

I clutched my stomach as we calmed down, “That was a work out.”

I sat on the couch, hand in hand with Lily as her parents brought out Christmas Eve gifts. 

“Okay, we have everyone’s pajamas and a stuffed animal, like tradition.” Her mom said with a smile as she gave Forrest and Petunia their two gifts. Lily’s dad gave Lily her gifts and I squeezed her hand with a smile.

“And for you.” He said, holding two neatly wrapped presents in front of me.

“What?” I asked in shock before shaking my head. “No, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

Lily’s mom laughed, “Oh, of course we did. You’re our daughter's girlfriend, she loves you, so we love you. And we know so much about you from all of Lily’s letters.” Lily’s face turned bright red and I laughed, heat rising up my own neck. 

“Okay, okay, enough yapping, can we open now?” Forrest asked excitedly and the parents nodded. We all opened the pajamas first. They were cute onesies, each a different character from popular muggle Christmas movies. Mine had a Santa suit on and green fur. Lily’s was a classic Santa Claus outfit.

“No fair, she gets the Grinch!” Forrest yelled, pointing at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, not mentioning the fact that I had zero clue who or what the Grinch was.

“Suck it up, buttercup.” I teased as we began opening our stuffed animals. I laughed at the creature looking back up at me. “What in the world is this?”

“You don’t know what a monkey is?” Lily’s dad asked and I shrugged.

“Never heard of it.”

“I thought wizards and witches were supposed to be smart.” Petunia said mockingly.

“Ever seen a unicorn?” I asked and she rolled her eyes. “Exactly.”

“You’ve seen a unicorn?” Forrest asked and I nodded.

“Even pet one before.”

“I want to pet a unicorn.”

“You can’t.” Lily answered.

“Why?”

“They only let females touch them, males give them anxiety.” She explained and I nodded.

“And you guys stink.” I added and Lily’s mom laughed.

“Amen to that. I’m afraid, however, it’s time to put those pajamas on and go to bed. Santa’s coming tonight.”

Petunia rolled her eyes, “Mom, we all know Santa isn’t real.”

Her dad grunted, “Go to sleep already.”

I laughed quietly as Lily walked into the room in her Santa Claus onesie that looked way too big for her. 

“Aren’t you cute?” I teased with a smile and she rolled her eyes, walking to the side of the bed and straddling me, shoving her face into the crook of my neck.

“I’m sorry about my sister.” She whispered as I gently rubbed her back.

“Don’t worry about it. Your family is great, I can deal with her.”

She lifted her head and smiled at me. I quietly admired the way her eyes crinkled, “You really get along with them. They love you.”

I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, “I love them too.”

The sweet smell of pancakes filled the room as soft lips gently kissed my face. My eyes fluttered open and Lily smiled softly.

“Happy Christmas, my love.” Her breath was minty and I smiled at her before covering my mouth.

“Happy Christmas, Lils.” I replied and she giggled.

“Go brush your teeth, stinky.”

I pouted, “Don’t be mean, it’s Christmas.”

“Children, come downstairs!” Lily’s mom called out and she got off me, pulling me up with her.

“Ugh, I’m tired.” I groaned as she pulled me to the bathroom. She placed a kiss on my cheek.

“Brush.” I rolled my eyes and brushed my teeth quickly, then grabbed her hand and pulled her down the stairs quickly, relishing the sound of her laughter. 

My jaw dropped as the living room came into view. Colorful presents were scattered everywhere, multiple different wrapping papers making them pretty. You could tell which were wrapped by Lily’s mother and which were wrapped by her father, as her moms were much more neatly wrapped and topped with a beautiful ribbon bow.

“Happy Christmas, you two.” Lily’s mom said, giving us each a hug and a warm smile.

“Happy Christmas.” We replied in sync.

I smiled at Lily softly, kissing her lips. 

“I love you, and I love your family. Thank you for inviting me.”

She kissed me again, “I love you. I’d love for you to come every year, for the rest of our lives.”

I placed a third kiss on her lips, “Every year for the rest of our lives sounds good.”

Forrest gagged, “Ew, love.”

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I'll Let the Seasons Change My Mind (5/10)

featuring: Mama Mario, Papa Mario, Luigi, Bowser

wordcount: 1361

It's another normal day in Brooklyn.

The streets are lined with brownstones and bustling with energy, blue skies littered with few clouds, and sun shining proudly above it. As close as one can get to Heaven, now that the Mario brothers have found their calling both here and in another world.

The Mario parents on the other hand, well… While they don't entirely understand the situation and what their sons get up to when they're gone, they're happy to hear of their success, so long as they remember to visit once in a while.

They do understand, however, that a now familiar trembling of the city means someone is on the way.

"I'll get food ready!" Mama calls over her shoulder, hands clapping excitedly as she rushes about the kitchen to put something together. "I wonder if they're bringin' that lovely princess again— Now there's a woman with confidence!"

"There's a cocky woman." Her husband argues from where he's been cruelly interrupted standing watching the TV. "Least she's takin' care of 'em."

"Mannaggia!" Mama scolds, checking out of the window and raising her brows at what she sees— Luigi, happily chatting away to Bowser from where he's perched on the King's shoulder. "It's the lizard…"

Papa huffs his confusion at that, making his way over. "We have plenty of lizards, Maria," One look out the window, though, and he's grabbing a pan to throw at the damned thing's head.

Luigi hears the whistle through the air and raises a hand, catching the handle before the impromptu weapon can meet its target. "Hah, must be cleaning out the place…"

Bowser grumbles, unconvinced. Luigi isn't the best liar. "We should go," He decides, eyeing the manhole they've just emerged from. "They don't want me here."

"Hey," The plumber frowns, tucking the pan under his arm so he can gently turn Bowser's head his way again. "I want you here. And it's only for a while— Promise. Then we can go back."

Turning his attention up to the window, he snickers at the sight of Mama holding Papa's ear, very sternly whisper-shouting at him.

"She might give you a chance, see?" Luigi encourages, ruffling that red fur. Sighing, Bowser raises his gaze to follow where his companion's looking, brows knit together tight. "She's the one that really matters, I wouldn't mind too much about Papa. He's, eh…" Grimacing, he makes a so-so gesture with his hand. Not the worst father, but certainly not the best. 

"An ass?"

"Just don't say it to his face and you'll be great! You've got this." He winks, before grabbing holding of the pan's handle and waving up towards the window. "Hey-o!"

"Hey-o!" Mama calls in return, very subtly shoving Papa out of view. "I'll bring the food out to you guys, don't fuss yourselves comin' in!" Good choice, until there's an appropriate entrance for Bowser.

Within minutes, they're all gathered around a table outside, Mama and Papa by each other's side and Luigi contentedly settled on Bowser's lap as he splits the offered food between two plates— Mostly fruits and greens, easy to snack on as they approach springtime.

"So," Papa begins, brow raising as he leans back in his chair. "Y'not destroyin' things anymore, eh?"

"Pa!" Luigi hisses, coupled with a light smack on the arm from Mama. "He's workin' on himself! Can't just be asking that…"

Bowser clears his throat, shifting awkwardly. "Kamek has been giving me therapy."

"You hear that? He's going to—" Pausing, Luigi hums as he looks back to the King, impressed. "That's a big move!" That… could have been made a long time ago.

"It's been offered over the years, I've only accepted recently." Bowser admits, head drooping a touch. 

"Better late than never, there's always time to improve." Mama nods sagely as she eats. "Our Lou used to be in therapy!"

"That was counselling, Ma. And it was school counselling, way different." Luigi shrugs, waving a hand as he focuses back on their plates and offers the fuller one to his companion. "They're more focused on gettin' you productive again, really, that's all they care about."

Papa snorts. "Stopped all the phone calls home, so they did their job either way!"

"You didn't want to hear about your son?" Bowser asks, slow and purposeful.

Mama and Luigi share a tense glance, but for now, let whatever's about to happen go ahead. Even grown men need to hear the truth sometimes. 

Papa splutters at that. "Of course! But not when it's all bad news—"

"So, you'd prefer not to hear of his struggles, and refuse the chance to help him with them as he's growing?" The King corrects himself, nodding. "I understand."

"Agh, he knows he can come to me if anythin's bad!"

"I don't and I didn't." Luigi retorts, gesturing with an unpeeled banana. "The talk with you was always to put my head down and focus on work— I did that, and you know how hard it is to focus when you've got people screamin' in your ears on both sides because you're every teacher's behaviour buffer, Pa?"

Bowser grimaces at the mere thought of such a punishment for being well-behaved. Human life truly isn't as simple as he thought…

"Ma was good, though, Ma said they don't know any better. She was right, they didn't, and that also took the blame off-a me. I couldn't rely on you for anything other than the roof over my head, Pa— And trust me, I'm grateful for that much, but you know…" Luigi shrugs, peeling his banana.

"It takes more to be a father." Bowser finishes for him, arm instinctively coming around Luigi as he watches Papa get up and excuse himself back inside in a huff. 

Letting out a whistle, Mama chuckles to herself. That'll be fun to deal with later… "You seem to know a lot about that," She offers as a new conversation starter. "Being a father, I mean."

Bowser manages a smile for the first time since they've sat down. "I have more than a handful of children— I'm not perfect either, but I do my best."

"I didn't know that." Luigi pipes up, though it clearly hasn't put him off judging by how he's grinning up to Bowser. "I know about Junior, of course."

"Then there's Larry, Morton, Wendy, Iggy, Roy, Lemmy, and Ludwig."

"Now that's a variety!" Mama smirks, leaning over the table. "How you gonna deal with them, Lou?"

"Ma!" Luigi whines, rubbing a hand down his face. 

"What? It's a valid question if you're gonna be sharin' a life, huh?"

Bowser's quick to step in for that, clearing his throat. "We haven't discussed that yet…"

"Looks like you should be discussing it now." Mama jokes, sitting back again. "I mean, seems like yous are attached at the hip already— And the only other person I've seen defend him like that is his brother… Wouldn't mind having a good lizard for a son-in-law."

"Turtle, Ma."

"Dragon turtle." Bowser further specifies before glancing down to the man, a fond purr rumbling through his chest. "Whatever he wants, I'll give him."

Looking up to meet his eyes, Luigi can't help a blush spreading across his cheeks. "Only you."

"And you already have me."

It's like there's nothing else in the world, just the two of them and their snacks— Until Mama squeals from across the table, hands clapping. "That's that, then!"

Later on, Bowser decides to drop Luigi off in the Mushroom Kingdom— He'll want to talk to Mario after that, no doubt.

"Thank you for bringing me home." Luigi chirps, even if he's a little unenthused about his feet touching the ground again. He really could get used to just being carried everywhere, safe on Bowser's person.

"Not at all." Bowser hums, gently pressing his snout against his cheek for a moment— A sign of affection, Luigi's learned. "About the kids… You don't have to worry about taking on responsibility with them. Like I said, more than a handful."

"I want to try." He reassures, smiling bright. "If there's anything I learned from how I had to grow up, it's that every kid deserves a chance."

[saetoru]

𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 — 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑: 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐌 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 !!

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the subordinate who tried to lay a finger on you is going to die by hanma’s hand anyway, so your boyfriend figures why not give the guy a show of what he can’t have first?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem! reader, exhibitionism, blowjobs, cum swallowing, mentions of violence, guns, and death

hanma shuji has never been one to be known for kindness—and the man standing before him, eyes wide and apologetic is proof of that, there’s not one ounce of hanma that feels even a small wave of sympathy. he looks over at you, the way you pout down at the torn sleeve of your new dress, and all anger in him ignites even further.

poor choice on this subordinate’s part, hanma thinks.

“i-i…sir,” the man chuckles nervously. “i didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” he says frantically. “o-otherwise i’d n-never…”

“oh,” hanma drawls. “that’s okay,” he nods slowly. “you didn’t know.” the man stares up at your boyfriend hopefully, making you smirk in amusement. “looks like i’ll just have to teach you,” he sneers, pulling the pistol he carries out.

the color drains from the man’s face, and you smile to yourself, content with his ensured demise. it’s what he gets for tearing your sleeve as you tried to walk away, after all. you look back down at the frayed material, pouting up at your boyfriend.

“shuji, my dress,” you whine. “it’s all ruined. and you didn’t even get to see me look all pretty,” you mumble dejectedly. hanma holds a hand out for you, beckoning you over with a sympathetic face.

“don’t worry, baby. i’ll get you a new one. then you can get all dolled up for me again, alright?” he rubs the small of your back, leaning to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, making you grin. “in the meantime, why don’t you show this bastard here who you belong to?”

“i’d love to,” you grin excitedly, dropping down to your knees before your boyfriend, rubbing over his thigh through his slacks as he spreads his legs to make space for you. you watch as a small bulge starts to form even despite not doing anything yet. hanma looks over at the man, pointing at a chair.

“sit.” the subordinate drops down immediately—he doesn’t need to be told twice. and in an instant, you’re rubbing over hanma’s crotch, palming him until his tight pants are just that much tighter over his hardening member. a low groan flies from his mouth as you rub circles over his erection, his head throwing itself back as he grips the table he leans on tightly. “fuck, baby,” he groans.

you pump him a few times through his pants, watching as he grows a little frustrated before starting to unzip his slacks, pulling them down his legs.

“that’s it, doll, you know what to do, don’t you?” he smirks when you nod, turning back to the awkwardly shifting man, eyes narrowed into slits. “and you, you watch good and well who she belongs to. ain’t no cock but mine’s ever feeling this mouth,” he rubs a thumb over your bottom lip.

kissing the base of his stiff cock, you run your tongue up his vein, making him groan lowly, heavy pants heaving from his chest as your move up to his swollen tip. you circle your tongue over it before taking the head of his dick in your mouth, sucking gently and swiping your tongue over his slit. moaning loudly, hanma throws his head back, closing his eyes at the feeling of your warm mouth on his pulsing member. the hand inked with sin finds its way to the back of your head, gently pushing you down to take more of his length.

“oh, fuck,” he grunts. “that’s it, baby. th-that feels good,” he praises. “fuck, just like that. make me feel good.” rubbing a tensed thigh with one hand, you gently massage his aching balls with the other, fondling them delicately and making his back arch slightly, choking on a moan. “ah—fuck, fuck like that, baby.”

you stare up at hanma, watching how his face slacks with pleasure, how his glasses slide down the slightest bit from the sweat collecting on the bridge of his nose, how his face flushes with a pink hue, contrasting the dark strands of hair that fall onto his forehead beautifully.

hollowing your cheeks, you suck harsher on his length, taking more of him down your throat until your nose touches his pelvis, your tongue gliding down the vein prominent on the underside of his cock. hanma’s voice cracks as he lets out a strangled groan, shaky calls of your name repeating from his lips like a prayer as you bob your head up and down.

his hips buck into your mouth, matching your pace desperately as he gets needier, voice turning whinier—breathier, as he gets closer to his climax. your tongue swirls around his swollen head—angry and red, weeping with pre cum—your hand working his heavy balls and pushing him closer to the edge.

“sh-shit, y/n,” he moans, whining slightly when you run your tongue through his slit, “‘m g-gonna cum, baby,” he grins as he pants, eyeing the subordinate across the room. “make me cum.”

hollowing your cheeks even more, you bob your head faster, sucking on his throbbing cock as he gets more and more out of breath. hanma’s chest heaves faster, his breaths ragged as he lets out strings of curses, thrusting his hips up to meet your mouth to his own pace now. you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, a choked gasp of your name telling you he’s seconds from cumming.

“watch me cum down my girl’s throat,” he smirks to the man, eyes glinting with mischief as he glances over to the other side of the room.

you hallow your cheeks once more, and he groans loudly, cum shooting out in thick spirts as his body spasms, back arching from his orgasm. ropes of cum paint the inside of your mouth, spilling in faster than you can swallow. hanma’s eyes are shut tightly, harsh pants and strangled gasps flying past his lips as he bucks his hips into your mouth to ride out his high.

“h-holy shit, b-baby, ‘m cumming,” he cries. “so good, fuck.”

he cums with a few more ropes down your throat, groaning when you slowly pull off his cock, cum leaking out your mouth and dripping down your chin. he lets out a breathy chuckle, collecting it with his thumb and pushing it past your lips.

“good girl, baby. gonna fuck you in your pretty little dress—even if it’s ripped,” he smiles, helping you stand to your feet. he presses a sweet kiss to your lips, hands wandering to the edge of your dress and sliding past your underwear, smirking at the wetness between your legs.

“wanted you to rip it,” you mumble.

“i know,” he nods, pulling you into his chest as he turns to the unlucky man sitting in the chair. you rub hanma’s chest as you stare at the soon to be dead underling, a victorious smile on your face as you wink at him.

“s-sir, i’m…i’m—”

“shut up,” hanma growls. “i’m gonna fuck my girl now, no way you’re watching,” he sneers, reaching for the pistol, lips curling into an excited smile. “not letting you see my pretty little girl.”

“i-i’ll l-leave, sir—” and with a gunshot ringing through the room, cutting the man off, he slumps forward, blood seeping into his shirt.

“too late. now,” hanma turns to you, burying his face into your neck and pressing hot kisses into the skin. “where were we, my pretty baby?”

[maximons]

Tricks And Treats

Summary: Pietro tries to get Wanda and Y/n to finally admit their feelings for each other and takes them to a haunted house. Too bad Wanda is a full on scaredy cat...or is that exactly what is needed?

Word Count: 2,915

Genre: Fluff

Requested?: Yes

A/N: Finally back with the Fluff! Here’s that one shot I promised like a week ago lmao Happy Reading!

Halloween was for sure your favorite holiday.

You knew you were in the minority with that thought, seeing most people picked Christmas as their favorite, but you didn’t care. You always loved the time of year that came with Halloween, your birthday fell pretty close to it, you get to dress up and pretend to be someone else for a day, and it’s full on spooky season! What wasn’t there to love?

Well apparently a lot, at least according to your best friend Wanda.

For someone who’s a witch, you find it very funny that she doesn’t like the holiday.

You first met Wanda during the whole Ultron situation, back then she took on a more ‘emo’ appearance. Don’t tell anyone you said this, but you wouldn’t mind if she adopted the look again cause damn, so you just assumed Halloween and all things spooky would be for her, right?

Wrong.

You quickly learned that Wanda was not a fan of scary. You remember asking her to go see this new horror movie with you, it was your first time hanging out alone together and you just figured it’d be something she was into.

By the end of the movie, her face was buried in her knees, and she didn’t believe you when you told her the movie was over. The poor teenager working the theater was pretty annoyed with you both.

Needless to say, you didn’t bother her about anything spooky related again.

So when Pietro came to you two asking if you wanted to go to the new haunted house in town, you were beyond shocked that she agreed without a second thought.

“Uh, Wanda are you sure?” You asked, very hesitant. “I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a haunted house before, but-”

“I know what they are, Y/n.” Wanda cut you off before you finished, seeming very enthused, which confused you more. “I think it’ll be really cool!”

“Yeah...Wands, I know this group. This isn’t your typical ‘few scary decorations with the occasional light jump scare’ thing. These guys are intense.” You tried again. You didn’t know what had gotten into the witch, but you were sure she was making a mistake here.

“Y/n/n, relax. I’m not a child, I can handle myself. Trust me, okay? It’ll be great!” The bright smile on Wanda’s face was always a sight you welcomed, but it confused you in the moment. Still, you knew once her mind was set on something...let’s just say it’d be easier to find all the infinity stones than to talk her out of it.

“Alright, if you say so.” You shrugged, deciding it was best to drop the topic. Besides, she was right, Wanda’s a grown woman who can make her own choices. You just get to wait to be able to tell her that her choice was a stupid one. “So Friday night?” You asked Pietro, who nodded excitedly.

“Friday night!” He confirmed.

“Okay, cool.” You took another quick sip of your morning coffee before setting your mug down. “I gotta get ready for training. So happy to be working with Steve today instead of Nat, he’s always a walk in the park.” You said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. “Wish me luck.” 

The twins wished you luck as you left the room to go get ready. After they were sure you were out of earshot, the witch turned to her brother. “This is your plan? Are you crazy?”

“I know, I know, but trust me, okay?” He reassured, walking to the fridge to grab himself a drink. “Y/n loves this stuff, and as she is the love of your life-”

“Whoa, whoa, I-I never said-”

“-You should experience the things that she loves to do.” Pietro finished, ignoring his sister’s intervention. “I’ll do my best to stay out of your guys’ way, and you have the whole evening to yourselves. Sounds perfect to me.”

“Yeah, until I act like a complete, how do they say, ‘spaz’ around her again.” Wanda sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter in defeat.

“You won’t. You know what kind of things to expect now. And if you do freak out, all the more reason to be by her side. She will protect you.”

Wanda looked at her brother in confusion. “I can protect my self.”

Pietro rolled his eyes playfully. “Not what I meant. You will see, sestra.”

Friday night came before you know it, and you, Wanda and Pietro were waiting in the line to buy your tickets to enter.

“Holy shit, this is a long line.” Pietro complained, causing you to chuckle.

“Not surprising. It’s the week before Halloween, weather’s nice, and this group doesn’t come to New York a whole lot. More surprised it isn’t longer actually.” You shrugged.

“Why don’t they come to New York? I thought this was one of America’s more popular states?” Wanda asked.

“It is, but ever since Loki invaded and our merry band of misfits formed, tourism and things like this have been down a whole lot.” You leaned down to get closer to Wanda’s ear. “I guess we’ve been the scary ones all along.” You joked, but Wanda was more focused on trying to calm down and forget the feeling of your breath against her ear.

“Everything alright there, Wanda?” Pietro asked after a moment, teasing smirk on his face. Before Wanda could even fire back, a voice from in front of you spoke up.

“No way! You guys are Avengers!” The group in front of you turned around, one of the guys recognized you instantly.

“Uh, yes...we are.” Wanda awkwardly stated. You knew Wanda hated fan interactions, and to be honest you weren’t a fan of these situations either. They were unpredictable. The Avengers were either beloved or despised, and you’ve been on both ends of the reaction spectrum. Wanda and Pietro, unfortunately, have seen a lot more animosity than you and the others.

Honestly, you couldn’t even fault the ones that didn’t love you guys. You weren’t ignorant and knew your battles have caused a lot of problems for a lot of people. You could sympathize, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be on the receiving end of that anger. Especially not when you were trying to just have a fun night out with your friends. “Look guys, we’re really just here to have a good time. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” You said.

“Nah, nah, it’s cool. I think you guys are awesome!” The guy said, and it was clear to you then that the dude was baked out of his mind. “Especially you, with the red wiggly woos!” He pointed to Wanda as he gave a terrible impression of her hand movements. You smiled, happy to see a fan interaction go well for Wanda.

The joy you felt didn’t last long though, as another guy in the group turned to you, blunt in his hand. “Hey, you’re the fire one right? Can you do me a solid?” He gestured to you, asking you to give him a light. You sighed, the twins chuckling at the situation.

“Yeah, but don’t ask again.” You ignited the tip of your finger, gently placing it on the end of the blunt. The group turned around in line and continued to go about their own conversation. You felt Wanda elbow your side, and you turned to see a smirk on her face. When you heard Pietro’s snicker, you groaned.

“Shut up.”

“Look at you, helping delinquents. Aren’t you supposed to be a superhero? Bringer of justice and all of that?” Wanda teased and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, but I’m the fun one. It’s just weed.” You said confidently, but the witch saw through it and you dropped the act. “And the last time that happened and I said no, the dude burst into tears.” You said under your breath.

“There it is.” She smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back despite you being the subject of mockery. You loved seeing her smile, you didn’t care about the reason why.

Before you knew it, Pietro announced that you guys were next in line to buy tickets. He bought his and stepped aside so you can go next. “Hi, two please.” Wanda turned to you with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Wha- Y/n, I can afford it.” She chuckled nervously, flattered by the action.

“I know, but when I have to drag you out of here cause you’re paralyzed in fear, at least you won’t regret dropping forty bucks on it.” You shrugged as you handed the cashier your credit card.

Wanda’s face reddened, something she quickly tried to hide from her brother who was enjoying this way too much. Her flustered state faded quickly when she processed what you said. “Hey!” You chuckled before thanking the cashier as she returned your card.

“Please go to the table to sign your waivers, entrance is down that hill. Enjoy your night.” The monotone voice told you that the poor woman’s been working all night. You didn’t have time to dwell on that though as you felt a panicked tapping on your arm.

“What’s wrong? We haven’t even entered yet.” You teased.

“W-what did she mean by waivers?” You chuckled at the panicked tone in the witch’s voice.

“Just means if you have a heart attack or something, you can’t sue.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but Wanda took it very seriously and turned to you with even wider eyes.

“That can happen!?”

“Well, it happened at least once if the thought of doing a waiver.” You answered, once again, nonchalantly. You looked at Wanda and could swear you saw her blood run cold. You laughed, which resulted in you receiving a glare. “Relax, Wan, you’ll be fine. You’re an Avenger, you’ve faced off against killer robots, stared death in the face time and time again!” You exclaimed dramatically as you waved your arms. You noticed Wanda start to smile and relax her shoulders. 

“Thanks, Y/n.” She gave you a sweet smile, and you couldn’t help but melt.

“Yeah, anytime.” Your eyes locked with Wanda, you were about to look away but couldn’t. ‘Wow, were her eyes always this green? They’re beautiful.’ You thought.

A blush appeared on the witch’s face as she tore her gaze from you. You were about to ask what happened, but were interrupted. “Let’s go slow pokes!” Pietro’s voice shouted, effectively breaking the moment.

“Yeah, yeah Sonic, we’re coming!” You rolled your eyes as you shouted back. Wanda giggled at the banter between you and her brother, she loved that you two were close. With that, you and her headed down the hill towards the entrance.

After about a half hour, it seemed Wanda was holding up well. The three of you walked out of the corn maze, and she had a triumphant smile on her face. “I thought you said this place was scary.” She teased causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

“Congratulations you survived the corn maze, you get to join the hall of fame with the other twelve year-olds.” As if to emphasize your point, three twelve year-olds ran out of the maze in giggles, clearly unaffected. Wanda pouted. “Aw, don’t worry. I thought you were very brave.” You teased yet again, which resulted in an elbow to the side.

“You’re a jerk.” Wanda held back a smile as she strutted forward. You laughed as you jogged forward to catch up.

“Alright, are you guys ready for the big one?” Pietro asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh, Piet, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You said as you nudged your head towards Wanda, hinting that you didn’t think she could handle that. Unfortunately, she caught on.

“Aw come on, Y/n. I’m not a baby.” 

“I know, but you can’t go from the corn maze to...that.” You gestured towards the haunted maze entrance, a giant purple demon with smoke blowing out of it’s ears looming over. You guys turned at the sound of screams, and saw a group run out of the maze in fear, which then dissolved into laughter.

“They seem to be having fun.” Wanda gestured towards the group.

“Yeah, after the screams of terror.” You shot back. “You can’t go from walking around the block to running a marathon.”

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Wanda strutted forward towards the entrance, determined to prove you wrong.

You groaned as you looked over to Pietro, who watched the whole ordeal with a cheeky smile. “Your sister’s insane.”

“Yeah, but you love it.” Pietro said under his breath, but you still heard it.

“What?”

“Nothing!” With that, the man sped forward, catching up to his sister at the entrance. You stared after him for a moment in shock before joining them.

The three of you walked the path, and everything seemed to be going well...for all of five seconds. The first jump scare happened behind Wanda. The loud screech startled her, and she jumped with a scream. She stumbled into your arms, and you wrapped them around her in order to keep her from falling. You chuckled, and Wanda looked up at you with the intention to glare. However, when your eyes locked again, Wanda couldn’t help but stare.

You, of course, had to ruin the moment. “Not too late to turn back, y’know. This is just the beginning.” Wanda groaned and pulled away from you, continuing forward. You laughed. “You can hold my hand if you want!” You don’t know what compelled you to say that, but you knew you weren’t entirely joking.

And you didn’t regret it when Wanda reached out and held your hand without another word. You smiled, squeezing her hand.

What you didn’t see was Pietro giving Wanda a thumbs up as you both walked past.

At some point, you guys lost Pietro in the dark maze. Wanda wasn’t even worried as she still held your hand tightly, and you knew the man would be fine and he’ll meet up with you at the exit. 

Wanda had been holding up better than you thought. You wouldn’t say she was good per say, seeing as she screamed and practically jumped into your arms at the slightest sound, but she hadn’t collapsed on the ground in tears yet, so you’d count that as a win.

“Gotta say, Maximoff. I’m impressed.” You said as you two walked down the maze hand in hand.

“I’m just being that super brave Avenger like you said.” Wanda giggled, and you couldn’t help but melt at the noise.

“Well you’re doing an awesome job. Even if the last three guys almost made you pee your pants.” You laughed loudly as you took in the shocked reaction the woman gave you.

“Y/n!” She scolded, but before you could even respond, the worst jump scare yet occurred. 

A large animatronic growled and lowered from the ceiling right behind Wanda. The witch turned to look briefly as she screamed loudly and jumped to you again. This time, however she literally jumped into your arms. You quickly braced your hands under her thighs, catching her, as she wrapped her legs around your waist. The force from the jump caused you to stumble back into a darker corner of the maze. Your back hit a hay wall, and you and Wanda laughed at the moment. Your laughter continued for a moment, and Wanda lifted her head from your shoulder to look into your eyes. Both of you got quiet as you continued to stare, sensing the moment shift.

“You okay?” You whispered, almost as if talking to loudly would shatter the moment. Wanda nodded, eyes still locked onto yours. After a moment of silence, she spoke up.

“Y’know...I think a distraction would help.” Your eyebrows shot up at the insinuation. You doubted you heard her correctly, but when you saw her eyes shift down to your lips, you knew what she wanted. And you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t want it too.

“I...Yeah, I think I could help with that.” You barely got your sentence out when Wanda smashed her lips to yours roughly. You tightened your hold on her thighs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You stood there, making out roughly against the wall of the maze. As wild and sudden as this was, you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

Pietro noticed you two were gone for a really long time. He was beginning to get concerned, and pulled out his phone ready to call one of you. Turns out he didn’t need to. 

You two came out of the maze, only you weren’t alone. You and Wanda each had a security guard holding your arm. After you two were out of the maze completely, they let you go and walked off. It was then that Pietro noticed both of your disheveled states. And he could swear he saw two or three hickeys forming on your neck.

“No you didn’t-” He started, but you cut him off.

“Not a word.” Your hand found it’s way to Wanda’s as you guys walked towards the exit of the park, figuring it’d be bad Avengers press if you guys stayed any longer at this point. You had an awesome night anyway, and didn’t care if it ended a little early. Besides, you had a feeling you’d get to have some more...fun when you got back to the compound.

You didn’t notice Pietro high five Wanda’s free hand.

[ohworm-writes]

hello! :) so u know how kuon has a crush on sniper right ? can i get an imagine where reader is jealous bc of kuon, cuz u know, her crush on sniper etc etc (sorry i'm just vv lazy at typing), and how sniper reacts to it ?? can u make it like they're still friends but have mutual feelings for each other as they hang out as a unit, and they get together in the end bc sum confessions happened !! sorry if u don't get it i'm rlly bad at explaining but thank u in advance if u do this !! <33

High-Rise Invasion/Tenkuu Shinpan: Sniper Mask Boyfriend Imagine

high-rise invasion/tenkuu shinpan masterlist

‼ Jealous Reader (over Kuon) + Make up + Confession ‼

Featuring: Sniper Mask, Yuri Honjo, Mayuko Nise (implied), Kuon Shinzaki (implied)

Warnings: frustrated Y/n, crushes, jealousy

a/n - good GODS this has been in my inbox for a while and i’m so so so sorry for not posting it way sooner! hopefully you see this anon, and i hope you enjoy!

content below the cut!

you had developed a crush on the man in the mask ever since you first joined Yuri's little group

you couldn't really tell what it was the drew you to him

he was silent, dismissive, and he was a Mask for goodness sake!

but none of that deterred you from the attraction you garnered for him

you always found yourself trying to interact with him

whether it was offering your help with something that he was doing, or simply keeping him company

most times he brushed you off, walking away and not giving you an answer

other times he silently accepted your offer

those times the two of you would sit in comfortable silence, just enjoying one another's presence

you cherish moments like these for a very specific reason

Kuon

now you had nothing against the girl!

... at first

she seemed nice enough, always eager to help, and full of ignorant innocence

but then you realized her (very obvious) crush on the masked man

the way she got flustered around him so easily

the way she clung to him like a lost child

at first, you thought maybe she saw him as a parental figure, seeing how young she was

but that thought was (very) quickly thrown to the wind when you saw her wrapped up in his jacket, blushing like the schoolgirl she was and giggling to herself

so what she liked him? you liked him too, maybe the two of you could bond over that!

that's what you told yourself

of course, you never acted on it

it was simple, you were too jealous to do so

you noticed how Sniper Mask welcomed all her little instances without a care in the world

not giving a damn when she clung to him

or batting an eye at her obvious fangirling

it pissed you off

naturally, you began to avoid Kuon

and Sniper Mask simultaneously

you avoided the two of them whenever you could

when you saw them walking towards you, you kept to the opposite side of the wall and walked quickly past them

when you all usually ate together, you picked up your food and ate outside

you were simply, undeniably jealous

you didn't think Sniper Mask cared about it, not that you could tell under his mask

but in actuality, he was confused as to why you avoided him all of the sudden

so, he opted to ask you one day

You shut the door to the dining room rather aggressively as you exited, but you couldn't care less. You let your body slump against the adjacent wall, your plate of food resting on your lap.

Today had been... exhausting, to say the least. Kuon was on her usual actions of pining over 'Mr. Mask', crossing your way a few more times than you would have liked. During your meeting earlier with her and Yuri, your fellow mouthless masked allies, she had the gall to talk on and on about how much she adored him.

You hated it.

You looked down at your food, a scowl finding its place on your features. You glared at it, pushing the pieces around with your fork, not noticing a door open and close right in front of you.

"Jesus, if that food was alive, it would be 6 feet under with the glare you're giving it." You hear a gruff voice call from in front of you. A voice you would rather not be hearing right now.

You continue to move around the food, staying silent as the man awkwardly stands in front of you, unsure of what to do with himself in this situation. "Is it, uh, okay if I sit here?" He asks, which finally makes you look up.

He had a plate of food between his own hands, his jacket gone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His mask covered his face, per usual, but it seemed much more lopsided than usual.

You give him a shrug in response, looking back down at your food again. He stands there for a moment, before taking a seat right next to you, your knees almost touching. "You don't mind if I eat with you, right?"

His question makes your eye twitch. Was he seriously trying to be all buddy-buddy with you now? You shrugged again, not giving him as much as a single word.

You heard him sigh, setting his food to the side before he speaks again. "Alright, what's going on?" He asks, making your body tense up. "Nothing." You shoot back, scowling.

"What happened to the Y/n that stayed up and talked about their life for hours? What happened to the Y/n that told me horrible jokes to try and get a reaction out of me? Huh? What happened to them?"

That broke you.

You were angry, furious even. Was he trying to blame this on you? You didn't do anything wrong! If it wasn't for Kuon, maybe you would still be that person! If it wasn't for her, you could still be friends with him! You could be-

"What?" You hear him say softly, much softer than his previous tone. Shit, did you say that out loud? "Yeah, you did." He says again, looking at you with a concerned expression on his face, not that you could tell.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lash out. I just- I’ve been-" You stutter, trying to find the right words. He laughs at that, actually laughs at it.

His laugh is hearty, warm, almost inviting you to laugh along with him. You don't, but he quickly composes himself, making your head turn towards him.

"Why on Earth were you jealous of Kuon?" He asks honestly, watching at how the invisible gears turn in your head, searching for an answer. You sigh heavily, running a hand across your face as you shake your hands while you speak.

"I just- she’s always there with you. She's latched onto you 24/7! I can't get 5 minutes alone with you before she comes barging in." You rant, frustration evident in your shaky voice.

"I just wanted to be your friend, be close with you. I can never do that because she's-she's there." You groan, hugging yourself with your arms. "I sound like a selfish idiot now, huh?"

You laugh dryly, frowning. He sighs, but a smile plays at his lips. "Y/n." He begins, his hand resting you your forearm. "You know she would never purposefully do that. She just, she has an infatuation with me I guess."

He sighs dramatically, earning a chuckle from you. "But." He tells you, watching your eyes as he speaks. "That doesn't mean I didn't miss you."

Your heart skips a beat at his comment, face flushing softly. "Kuon also misses you. You might not have caught onto it, but she looks up to you." He explains, smiling at how your expression softens, mumbling a soft 'she does?' to him.

He nods, laughing once more. "Come on, have dinner with the rest of us. We can't have you sitting alone out here anymore." You roll your eyes, but take him up on his word. He leads you back to the other, Kuon frantically waving over to the two of you the second you pass through the door.

"Y/n! Come sit with me!" She yells excitedly. Maybe you were wrong about her.

after that interaction, the three of you were all on much better terms

yes, kuon still had her habits, but he toned them WAY down after you explained to her how it made you feel

she teased the hell out of you for it too

you, of course, shrugged it off

but you never told her that she was wrong

you were happy to be on good terms with Sniper Mask again

he made a lot more time for you

your old interactions coming back at full force, and some new ones

he loved to take you on little walks on the high rises

he also made it a point to teach you how to shoot his rifle

which was terrifying, but exhilarating

you fell for him harder and harder every day

one day, you ranted your feelings out to Kuon

and while she wasn't surprised, it warmed her heart to see how much you loved him

yes, she crushed on him too, but that didn't take away from the obvious connection she saw between the two of you

unbeknownst to you, Sniper Mask had come to her about the same things

his usually cold demeanor broke whenever he talked with you

he genuinely enjoyed your company, he wanted more of it

and then some

so, she put a plan together

operation "get Mr. Mask and Y/n together" is a go!

she took it all very seriously

making sure you guys get paired together for scouting missions? that's all her

convincing Sniper Mask to get you little gifts and things? of course

overall, the best wing-woman you could ask for

however, the one thing she didn't have anything to do with was his confession to you

he could have used her help with it, that much was clear

but he wanted to tell you how he felt, no help necessary

Sniper Mask had told you earlier this morning to meet you at his room when the sunset before he rushed to get out of your vicinity like you were a plague. Granted, it hurt your feelings, but you couldn't stand him up.

You knocked gently on the wooden door, stepping back and waiting patiently for it to open. After about a minute, while you had heard nothing, you went to knock again.

Your efforts were proved useless as the door swung open hastily, revealing a disheveled Sniper Mask. His usual blazer and fedora were long forgotten, his hair messy, strands pointing this way and that. His mask sat lopsided on his face, still covering it fully.

"H-hey Y/n." He mumbled out, you offered him a wave as he awkwardly shuffled to the side, opening the door as an incentive for you to come in. You stepped inside, walking to the center of the room as you heard him close the door behind you.

You turned to speak to him again, but those thoughts were cast aside as you felt his hands settle onto your cheeks and his lips molding with yours. It startled you, you're eyes open in shock as you looked at him. His mask was completely off, thrown somewhere in the room, but he didn't seem to have a care in the world.

You quickly melted into the kiss, bringing your hands up to gently hold onto his forearms. He hummed, taking a moment before pulling away, leaving the two of you to gasp for air as he rested his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes to meet his, full of adoration.

"I, uh, I think I'm in love with you?" It was more of a question, but you took it happily. You laughed softly, your fingers rubbing small circles in his forearms.

"Was that what that was?"

[optimisticplb]

Coffee, Tea and a Chocolate Chip Cookie

Pairing: Shinichiro/Reader

Summary: When Shinichiro spilled your drink he didn’t expect to get your number.

Warning: None

Word Count: 2311

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You hummed to yourself as you walked down the sidewalk headed towards the subway. You had just gotten out of school and felt rather proud that you managed to get through your classes without falling asleep. Sure, you had tons of work to do when you got home, and sure you had to study for a test, but you didn't care; you were just happy that the day was over and you didn’t have to work tonight, you were able to go home, eat your cheap ramen and watch some mind numbing TV before doing any work. You might even treat yourself to a nice long bubble bath.

You were so spaced out about imaging your evening that you hadn't quite noticed what was around you until someone bumped into you. You let out an undignified yelp as you dropped your drink in shock. The stranger looked at you, his eyes wide and his expression confused.

“I'm sorry!” He panicked, picking up your beverage off the ground, cursing himself as he realized there wasn’t anything to save.

“Nah, it's fine,” you told him as you waved off the loss of your drink.

You smiled politely at him, trying to reassure him that everything was okay. You watched the man sigh as he stood up, brushing the dirt off his pants, adjusting his shirt before looking back at you. You both stood there awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed before the man rubbed the back of his head, nervously looking away from you.

“Um, I'm sorry about the mess. Can I get you another one?” The stranger asked, looking up at you with apologetic eyes.

You stood there for a moment taking in his appearance. He wasn’t the sharpest-dressed man with his loose white t-shirt and ripped-up jeans with engine oil grease stains all over him. And to match his not caring wardrobe, he had messy black hair that sat on top of his head as though he didn’t even try to brush it down.

You blushed as you realized you were staring too long before nodding your head. He didn’t seem like some creep, so what’s the harm in spending a little time with him. Plus, you’d be getting in a free drink. “Um, sure, if you want,” you gave him a bright smile, “I wouldn't mind another one if you don't mind.”

His face immediately lit up with a grin as he nodded happily, offering to lead the way. “What did you have to drink? I can buy you another coffee; there's a small coffee shop around the corner,” he explained, walking alongside you as he helped guide.

“Do you know if they have tea or anything else? I'm trying to cut down on the caffeine,” you told him quietly, glancing up at him as you tried not to make eye contact.

He chuckled as he nodded his head. “Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure they have teas. I do know that they have awesome chocolate chip cookies!” He told you excitedly as he led you around the corner into the café. “I'll have to buy you one.”

You let out an amused giggle as you followed him around the corner. “Oh, it's okay, really, umm?” You paused, realizing that you never got his name.

“Shinichiro, my name is Shinichiro Sano,” He smiled as he offered out his hand. You took it lightly and shook it gently, smiling up at him as you told him your name. Shinichiro let go of your hand after giving yours a gentle squeeze. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks when he noticed the faint dusting of pink on your cheeks, and his eyes averted away as he opened the door and guided you into the coffee shop.

He held the door open for you as you entered the room. The scent of roasted beans filled your nostrils. The lights were dimmed with warm lighting, and the music played softly throughout the shop. There were multiple seating areas scattered in the shop. A small table near a window was on the right side of the room, where Shinichiro guided you, pulling your chair out as he offered you a seat.

“Thank you,” you smiled politely at him.

You watched as he walked over to the counter and ordered your drinks when you realized that you had never told him what you wanted. So you just sat there quietly as he walked back over with two cups and a cookie in his hand.

“I hope you don't mind, but I ordered for you. I told the lady that you can't have caffeine, and she told me I should get you this lavender tea, and of course, your chocolate chip cookie,” Shinichiro smiled as he handed you the cup and put the treat in front of you before sitting across from you as you stared into the cup holding it delicately.

“Thank you, you didn't have to,” you trailed off, your voice barely above a whisper.

Shinichiro shook his head as he leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “No worries. I did owe you a new drink,” he glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“Still, thank you. You're kind, Shinichiro,” he heard you reply in a soft tone as you blew softly into your cup.

You both continued to awkwardly drink your drinks in silence. You tried not to show embarrassment as you listened to the music and watched the people pass by. You were both still nursing your beverages and awkwardly glancing at each other every now and then. Neither of you seemed willing to speak first, and neither made a move. It was a tight tension, one that was building between you two. Then you took a deep breath as you put your cup down and smiled at him.

“You know you have really nice hair. Very messy...”

It wasn't meant to be rude or awkward, and it was meant to compliment him, but as soon as you finished your sentence, you immediately regretted saying it. You could feel yourself turn beet red in embarrassment, and the embarrassment only increased as he began chuckling. He reached his hand out and ran his fingers through his hair, grinning as he caught your gaze still on him.

“Thanks!” He smiled at you once again, feeling warmth flood through his chest as you responded to him. His gaze dropped to his lap momentarily, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Your hair is really nice too. It really brings out your eyes. Like, wow, you have beautiful eyes,” Shinichiro couldn't stop the words coming out of his mouth; he felt embarrassed, but he also had no filter when talking to you.

He kept his eyes trained on the tabletop as he waited for your reaction, but you remained silent, making him think he just made a fool of himself. Suddenly he heard you giggle. He looked up, his face still pink as you spoke quietly to him. “Thank you. It’s kind of annoying sometimes. It’s hard to manage sometimes,” you told him shyly, dropping your gaze as you played with the ends of your hair.

A warm smile formed on Shinichiro's lips as he looked at you. His heart beating faster as you pulled away quickly, hiding behind your cup. “What no! You shouldn’t be upset about that. It’s really nice,” he felt himself blush as he brought his own cup to his lips.

You watched him as you took a sip from your drink, your ears burning red as you felt the warmth spread throughout your body. “So,” you spoke up as you tried to regain your composure. “So, what do you do for work?” You asked curiously, your gaze shifting between him and his outfit.

Shinichiro chuckled nervously, rubbing his neck as he shifted in his seat. “Oh uh well, I’m a mechanic. I specialize in motorcycles,” he explained sheepishly, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

“Oh, that's so cool. A mechanic, huh?” You asked curiously, a hint of excitement in your tone as you leaned forward, resting your chin on your hands.

“Yep. And a great one, my friend and I are pretty good at our job, I mean, not to brag or anything,” he playfully bragged. He was starting to feel more comfortable talking to you as you leaned in, wanting to learn more about him.

Your smile grew brighter as you giggled at his bragging rights. “That does sound impressive. You must work a lot.”

He nodded sheepishly, “Yeah, I guess, sometimes we get swamped though. I have days where I want to relax and just... relax. I've been working since I was young, sometimes it's hard for me to slow down,” he admitted softly.

“Ah! But then that's why you're so good at your job!” You cheered as you leaned across the table, resting your chin on your hands, causing Shinichiro to flinch slightly at your loud voice. His cheeks began to heat up as you stopped speaking and lowered your volume.

“Sorry, I just love it when people are passionate about their jobs. There are just so many people who complain about their jobs and how they made the wrong career choices, especially when getting their degrees. So it gives me hope about graduating and getting a job. To know that it's possible to enjoy working,” you explained with a small smile, bringing a hand to your cheek in thought.

Shinichiro smiled at you fondly as he watched you for a few moments, “You're in school?” He cocked his head at you curiously.

“Oh yeah. I'm studying at the university here,” you answered proudly, looking back at him.

“Wow, that's very impressive,” Shinichiro remarked with a smile as he glanced at you.

“Well, thanks,” you looked down bashfully. You felt butterflies dance around in your stomach as you looked at him. You felt his piercing eyes stare boreholes in you as he continued looking at you with nothing but a smile on his face.

You fell back into a comfortable silence as you sat silently together, enjoying each other's company. Listening to the music playing from the speakers as you talked about different subjects; some random stuff that you found interesting, and other random stuff that you found silly, all while sipping on your drinks. As you chatted about your lives, Shinichiro couldn't help but notice how much he enjoyed talking to you. You were very friendly and easy going, unlike any other person he had ever met.

You didn't seem to mind that he rambled on and on. You laughed at his awkward jokes and teased him every once in a while. As far as he was concerned, it was the most amazing thing that had happened to him in days. Maybe more than that. He hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time. It felt nice to talk to someone so easily who he didn't have to think too hard not to make things awkward or feel stupid when having a conversation. You were fun and engaging. He was almost too disappointed when you announced that you had to leave.

“I’m sorry I didn't realize how late it was,” you frowned apologetically. “I just have so much homework to do and a test to study for.”

Shinichiro chuckled lightly, “Don't worry about it! I enjoyed our time together,” he assured you with a warm grin.

He then looked up at you and took a deep breath. This moment would probably never occur again, and he knew he was being selfish for not wanting this moment to stop here, so he mustered up all the courage he could muster. “Can I give you your number? My number, please?” Shinichiro groaned in frustration as he stumbled over his words, making himself look like an idiot.

Your face flushed, your cheeks turning bright red. Your eyes widened slightly. Did he just ask you that? He did? Your heart began pounding, and you felt unable to respond. You slowly looked up at him with wide eyes.

After a moment or so, he started fidgeting nervously with his hands as his brows furrowed, “...Um... I'm sorry if this is weird or awkward. I didn't mean to ask you that suddenly I-”

“Yes!” You blurted out loud, cutting him off.

His eyes went comically wide in surprise as he gaped at you.

“Wha...? No, I mean,” you slapped your forehead in embarrassment as you looked back up at him. “Um, yes. Please, yes, that's what I want, if you want?” You babbled, your voice nearly tripping over you in your haste to answer him.

A huge smile appeared on Shinichiro's face as he grinned at you, “Great! Uh, let me just text you my number.”

After exchanging numbers with him, you headed towards the exit as Shinichiro opened the door for you. You exchanged farewells, but before you walked off, he reached out to grab your hand and kissed the back of it, gently pulling away. “See you around, Beautiful,” he grinned again.

You stood there in shock for a moment before smiling softly at his boldness and looking down at your feet, “Yeah, um…see you around.” With that, you walked away quickly. You're heart felt like it was trying to jump out of your chest. You tried to hide your smile from him as you waved goodbye to him, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Shinichiro stood in shock, staring at your retreating figure as he blushed profusely. What just happened? He thought to himself. His gaze lingered on your retreating form before it went over to the other side, where you had disappeared from view. It took a second until Shinichiro regained control of his emotions, but he soon found himself chasing mentally after you. After all, what kind of man would he be if he didn't.

[madaboutmunson]

Girl U Want (Part 6 of 17 of Fire)

It feels like an eternity for 8pm to arrive.

You'd spent the last few hours trying to make your hair and makeup look effortlessly perfect. So you'd made an effort, but not too much.

You checked again in the rearview mirror that your eyeliner hadn't smudged, your fingers drum nervously against the car steering wheel in the empty parking lot.

20:01 he's late. Do you wait a little longer, or do you just save yourself the embarrassment of being stood up? You'd give him four more minutes. As soon as that thought enters your mind, you hear the screech of brakes as a van hurtles into the parking lot and abruptly stops.

Eddie bundles out his van, an arm full of tapes, a box and his lunchbox, running towards your car. Unsure what was going on, you instinctively get out of the car and run to the other side to open the passenger door for him.

He tilts his head, pulls an impressed face, and drops everything in the foot well except for the box, which he very carefully holds as he gets into his seat and places it gently on his lap. Once he's comfortably in his seat, you close the door and walk back to the driver's side. Midway a brief pause to ask yourself, 'What the hell was that?'.

As you drop into your seat, you hear, "Well, I'll be damned, I could get used to this" he puts his hands behind his head and reclines back in the seat.

"On the subject of this. What is all this?" You wave your hand at the foot well, "and what exactly is happening?"

He leans forward excitedly and grabs at the tapes creating a most bizarre chunky hand fan with them, "Well, these are for the journey. The lunchbox is for when we get there," he gestures at the box on his lap," and this, well, this is for later" as he finishes that sentence, pauses and winces a little. Realising that pointing at his lap might not have been the smoothest move. You nod at him to confirm his reaction was justified.

"Yep, that was not a good move. I probably should have held the box up, right?" He says awkwardly

He swiftly tries to change the subject by talking at top speed whilst messing around with the tape in the car radio.

"Anyway, I wanted this place to be a surprise, but I figured you might be a bit worried about getting in my van and not having your car, so I thought I'd get in your car, and I'll direct you."

He slams a tape in and inspects the one he's taken out, "Huh, still listening to The Pleasure Principal? Or is it like the only album you have…" He says in genuine horror, searching around, opening your glove compartment, and breathing a sigh of relief when he locates a few other tapes.

So you weren't going to tell him you'd been listening to the song Metal repeatedly all the way home, at home and then all the way here. Luckily he hadn't given you time to explain. You also wanted to be mad with him for just going through your things, but there was something so innocent about how he was doing it. You smile and ask, "So where are we going to?"

" I see your game! Trying to catch me off guard. So I let the surprise slip before we get there." He tuts at you and wags his finger.

Impossible to keep under control. Your smile widens, and you laugh a little, "Well, can I at least get some directions, please?"

He smiles back warmly and says quietly, "Witchcraft", then puts on his seat belt, "Ok, so it's right out of here."

The journey is a strange but not totally unpleasant one. Eddie has a minimal grasp on personal space, and his directions come in various formats. Sometimes just spoken word, sometimes hand signals, sometimes both, sometimes last minute when he seems distracted by something, sometimes right next to your ear, which is nerve-wracking, and on a few occasions, he just flicks the indicator for you.

To say you are relieved to finally arrive at the destination is an understatement.

You look out into the night, your eyes adjusting to the darkness as you step out of the car. Fences, buildings, troughs…

"Are we at a farm??!! At night?!!" You say, alarmed but quietly, about to get back in your car.

Eddie rushes out in front of the car, holding the box and his little black lunchbox, arms outstretched on either side of him, looking very pleased with himself until he notices you getting back in the car.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?" He looks confused, jogging over to you.

"Why are we at a farm at night, Eddie?"

"You don't like it?" He says, looking worried

Now you feel bad. Eddie obviously thought this was an excellent idea for some reason.

You take a breath and try to figure out what is really the problem here. You are nervous, it's dark, and you are confused about why you are at a fucking farm in the middle of nowhere.

You look at Eddie and give him a half smile to try and reassure him, "Maybe I'm missing something, maybe some context as to why a farm, and also why at night?"

Eddie has a moment of realisation, "Yes, it does look weird, doesn't it? I guess I wanted it to be a surprise, but you don't really know me, and we are at a strange place at night…Yep, I can see now that it looks bad…" He ponders his choices for a moment and then quickly adds, "but it's not, it's really, really not. It's good, its…erm…special and fun."

He gestures to the farm, "It's a petting zoo-type farm thing!" He beams at you.

"Ok, but won't most of the animals be asleep now? Or tucked away?"

Another wave of realisation hits Eddie, "Yep, I can see that train of thought, buuuuut, this place has something else, and that is the surprise. So can you trust me until the surprise?" He looks at you, hopefully.

You look back and try to smile through worry.

He furrows his brow, opens up his lunchbox and hands you a small hammer, "There, now you are armed, and you don't need to worry that I'm going to hurt you or whatever it is that you are thinking, and I'll be leading the way so no sneak attacks" he jokes.

You grip the hammer and look over at his hopeful little face. Everything is so bizarre right now, "Ok, lead the way, but one step outta line and you won't play the guitar again for a few months, maybe never again."

He worryingly seems unbothered by your threat and ultimately reads between the lines, "So you know I play the guitar?" He inquired, looking back over his shoulder as you followed him down a dusty path.

"I don't think there is anyone in Hawkins that doesn't know that. You tell everyone," you laugh.

"Nothing wrong with being proud of your talents. Clearly, I am a man of many. Planning dates, for example," he chuckles to himself, gesturing at the farm.

You stop walking for a second, "This is a date?" you ask genuinely.

Eddie freezes, "Er….well…" He clearly had not meant to blurt that out

"You, Eddie Munson, want to take me on a date? After what happened to poor George?" You say in disbelief.

"I don't want to take you on a date. We are on a date. I didn't mean to tell you right now that it was a date because that was part of the date surprise," Eddie says hurriedly, not looking at you.

You smile, "You can stop saying date now, you know", you laugh.

He looks back at you and smiles, then quickly turns back to the path and picks up his pace, "Nearly there. Keep up"

You walk after him, but he picks up speed. You follow his lead until you are basically running after him. He occasionally looks back at you, grinning. Then, finally, he comes to a sudden stop by a chain link fence.

"The thrill of the chase!" He says, winking at you. He runs his hand along the fence, it gives a little, and he pushes part of the fence open for you both.

You find yourself standing in front of what looks like a series of huts, "What is this place?" You ask quietly.

"These animals are definitely not asleep," he says, stepping ahead of you, jumping over a fence and offering his hand to you to help you over it.

You put your hand in his for support, and he quickly interlocks your fingers with his and pulls you to his side, "This way", he says quietly, leaning into you, and guides you to a little windy path that goes around all the enclosures, "Owls" he says finally, "Well there are other birds of prey too, but I'm not sure about their sleeping schedule."

You make your way around the enclosures reading facts about the different owls, admiring their plumage and beautiful eyes. Eddie doesn't let go of your hand the entire time. If he needs to use that hand to point something out, your hand has to go with his.

You get about halfway around the path and have to ask, "Why owls, Eddie?"

"I dunno. I guess they seem bookish to me, " he shrugs, "beats me stealing your snacks at the cinema, right? You can't tell me you've ever been on a date like this before, can you?" He says proudly, trying to spot a long-eared owl.

"Nope, I definitely can't say that, and so far, it's better than someone sharing my snacks without asking" you roll the hammer in your other hand, only realising at that moment you still had hold of it. You offer it back to Eddie. He sets the box and lunch box down on the ground, dragging you down to crouching level with him, as he takes the hammer from you and puts it back into the lunchbox.

He doesn't even mention anything about it. He just looks pleased and continues your tour of Owls.

At the end of the windy path, Eddie leads you to a nearby patch of grass, setting down his lunch box and the mystery container.

He takes his vest off, presumably to put it on the ground, and tuts when he realises he has to let go of your hand.

You look down at your much longer plush coat and pick up Eddie's battle vest, dusting off the patches and handing it back to him. You place your own coat on the ground. He blinks softly at you holding his vest in his hands, and before you can sit down, he's wrapped his vest around you.

He looks over you and straightens the WASP pin a little, "There, better", he smiles.

You look down at the vest and pull the lapels a little, adjusting it and puffing out your chest a little, "Do I look…um…Metal now?" You say, trying to imitate what you've seen Metal fans do with their hands.

Eddie rolls his eyes, readjusts your fingers and says amusedly, "I'm not entirely sold, but I think we're getting there."

" Oh, now I see. I did have to worry about something. I am being corrupted!" You say in pretend annoyance

He raises his eyebrows and nods, "Yep, 100% that is exactly what this was all about. I mean, I could have done it anywhere, but Owls set the tone, you know. Preying on a little mouse in the dark."

He approaches, looks you over, tugs at the lowest hem of the vest, and then raises his eyes to look into your own.

Your heart pounds so hard you feel like the pins on the vest might rattle and give you away. Flight or fight. Part of you does want to run right now. Run back to the safety of the car. Run home away from Eddie. Away from potential heartache. Your mind flashes Trent, and you snap out of it.

You sit down quickly on your coat. Eddie sits next to you, ensuring his arm is pushed up against your own. He hands you the box excitedly and rustles around in his lunch box, "Go ahead, open it."

You open the box, and the sweet aroma hits you immediately, cherry pie. A beautifully crafted one with fine lattice work on the top.

You look up at him. He's already armed with two forks smiling happily. You give him what he wants, "You did good on this one, Eddie," you say softly.

He thrusts the forks alternately in the air in celebration, and you grab at one of the forks, laughing. Then, your eyes meet, and for a few seconds, you are frozen, looking happily at one another. You break first and refocus on the pie, it's so pretty it's almost a shame to tuck into it, but it looks delicious.

Eddie shuffles over to be as close to your side as was humanly possible with the pie box between you both. You get a small piece on your fork and raise it to your mouth to eat it. You look out the corner of your eye, and Eddie stares at you in anticipation.

You quickly but gently grab his chin and push the fork towards his mouth to feed him the first piece of the pie. His face rests heavily in your hand like he collapsed under your touch.

Your eyes follow the fork to Eddie's mouth, but his eyes are only on you, waiting for your gaze to find his again.

"Is it good?" You ask.

He closes his eyes slowly, "Mmmm-hmmm, so good", he says with his mouth full. You laugh softly at him and go to help yourself to a piece.

Eddie fights your fork away with his own, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "No, no, no! My turn"

Eddie scoops up a piece of pie, cradles your chin with his thumb and forefinger, and feeds it to you.

You aren't sure if it's everything or just the pie, but this might just be the best damn cherry pie you've ever eaten. You close your eyes like Eddie did to block out a sense so you can taste it more.

You feel Eddie's fingers gingerly stretch out and caress your neck, "it's good, right?" He says softly.

You nod your head and slowly open your eyes, "Best damn pie I've ever tasted", you say, making sure to have pie all over your teeth when you smile.

"Jesus Christ", he laughs goofily at you, "Are you trying to kill this mood?"

"Who me?" You widen your pie-encrusted smile and wink at Eddie.

"You think it's that easy, huh?" He grins, moving his hand away.

"I have no idea what you are talking about", you smirk playfully, closing your mouth to lick the pie from your teeth.

"I see your game, Missy!" He says mock scolding you

"I was just eating this delicious pie," you say innocently.

"Mmm hmm, of course, that's all you were doing. Seems to me like someone lost their nerve, but I am nothing if not patient," he says, moving the box from between you and shuffling his legs next to yours.

"You? Patient?" You laugh, "I've heard you lose your temper with people and things more times than I can count."

"Oh, that's just day to day. I'm not really angry, just frustrated," he says, sliding his hand back into yours.

You gesture at him, "You call this patience?!"

He laughs and nods, "Uh-huh, I can sit like this for hours. eventually, you'll make your move again" he flourishes his hand to himself, "I am completely irresistible after all."

"Again?" You say surprised

"Ah, don't play coy with me. You knew what you were doing with that first forkful of pie, but you couldn't handle it when it was returned, so you escaped with humour," Eddie says knowingly, "but as I said, I'm in no rush" he leans into your ear to whisper that last part, and it sends a zap of electricity down your neck.

You were slightly annoyed that you were so easy for him to read, but you couldn't let him know that.

"Oh, you aren't in a rush? Well, I'll just keep this kiss to myself then," you tease. You can't believe those words left your mouth. They just spilt out.

"See, I knew there was one here somewhere. Come on, hand it over" Eddie pats himself down, pretending to look for something, and then points his hand to his own face.

"I mean, are you sure? I've been told it's quite potent," you say, looking at the night sky.

"I think I'm sitting in the dark, surrounded by Owls, with someone I barely know. I went into a bakery today, a fucking bakery, not a convenience store. I went to the library…twice!! I fell off my chair, nearly got in a fight and changed my identity. I feel like I've already been hit by the potency, my dear. I'm just waiting on my antidote," he laughs gently.

His little monologue is welcomed. Anything to take your focus off the sound of your own pulse in your ears.

You take his face in your hand, it would have been hands, but he was still gripping the other one. You look into his eyes, "Sure about this?"

He just nods, staring at your mouth, smiling.

Your kiss is a soft and gentle one. Then, as you tenderly move away, you linger with your lips grazing his for a few seconds before sitting back.

He clears his throat, "You know, maybe I was wrong. I don't think that antidote worked at all. Let me try."

His cheeks are flushed as he brings his face towards yours and kisses you again. Taking your bottom lip between his own. You get lost in his eyes as he moves away.

The pie box crunches.

You shove him playfully, "There is no need for that", you giggle.

"For what?" He says dreamily, looking over your face and coming in for another gladly received kiss.

"The pie!"

"I can't believe you are thinking about pie at a time like this," he says, kissing you again.

"Me? I'm not the one playing with the box the whole time. It's distracting," you laugh.

He stops and looks confused, tilting his head, "I'm not touching the box" it's only then you realise that he can't be. One hand is draped over himself, the other holding your hand still.

You scoop him up in your arms and pull him towards you.

"Oh, hey. Easy now. Give a guy some warning," he chuckles.

"Eddie, if you aren't crunching up the pie box. Then what is?"

"What do you mean?" He looks back over his shoulder.

The pie box is shaking, and bits of cardboard are flying everywhere.

"Eddie, grab your things and let's get out of here, now," you say firmly but in a whisper, "Leave the coat."

Eddie launches for his things and pulls you with him into a full sprint back towards the car. You take a glance back as you run out of there.

"What the fuck, man?!" Eddie pants as you get back to your car.

You laugh, out of breath too, "Probably just one of those weird rats again."

"What? Like from down by the stream?" Eddie frowns

"Yeah," you say matter of factly ", That's what it looked like to me."

You both look at each other seriously.

Something screams in the distance.

You fumble with your keys, hands shaking, trying to get into the car, your eyes wide with fright.

You get in and open Eddie's door before slamming your own shut.

Your hands trembling, getting the keys in the ignition. Your lights blink into life, and in the beams, a group of those things coming down the path. These were not rats. No cute nose. No Eyes. Furless.

"Seat belt now!" You shout at Eddie.

You hear the clicks as you simultaneously buckle yourself in and send your car screaming into the night away from this place.

"They're just rats. Just weird rats," you repeat to yourself over and over.

Eddie has decided to distract himself in other ways by fumbling through his cassette tapes until he picks one up and switches the old one out.

You hear quite possibly the fastest guitar riff you've ever heard, followed by a piercing scream that runs right through you.

You aren't following any directions, in particular, just trying to get as far away as possible as quickly as you can.

You glance quickly at Eddie. He's currently swinging his head up and down, playing an imaginary guitar.

You turn back to the road, "Is this really the time and place for headbanging?"

Eddie laughs, still air guitaring, "I can't think of a more apt situation for that song or rocking out. High-speed fucking chase, baby!" He grabs your knee and squeezes it before returning to his 1 man mosh.

You look down at your speed, holy shit! As soon as you start seeing houses and gas stations, you check your mirrors for any signs of creatures. Once confirming there are none, you slow down to a legal speed.

"Awww", Eddie complains.

Now back in the safety of the town, you breathe a sigh of relief and nervously laugh. Fuck that had been terrifying, but it was so exhilarating at the same time.

"Ok, so what is it that we are listening to?" You enquire.

"This is Slayer, and that was Evil has no Boundaries" he's laughing.

"Well, the title was very appropriate", you laugh. Thinking to yourself, how is any of this even funny, is this hysteria?

"You gonna have to pull over", Eddie says, clutching his stomach.

"Oh shit, are you alright?" You say, pulling up at the roadside

You expect him to launch himself out of the car door to puke town. But, instead, his hand comes flying over to your sweater and grabs you by the collar of it. Before you know it, you're yanked over towards Eddie. His other hand is on your face as he kisses you ferociously.

He comes up for a breath, "Oh my god", you say in alarm.

He repeats the same thing but a little more gently, "Oh my god", you say in a soft moan.

Eddie releases you and throws himself back in his seat, his chest heaving, he looks you over and smiles, "Sorry, I'd normally ask first but….what with the speed and adrenaline, and music….are you alright?"

You are dazed. You've not had that feeling before…an urgency…fear…excitement…attraction…powerfully surging music…a perfect storm.

You shake your head in a no.

"Ah shit, I'm so-" Eddie starts to apologise again.

You turn up the radio, grab his shirt, "Again!" and yank him towards you this time.

Eddie's eyes light up, "You don't have to ask me twice," he says, launching himself at you.

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pairing: miya osamu x gn!reader genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, slow burn word count: 3.2k summary: In which Osamu finds that the stranger lurking outside his store window has a connection to his restaurant that he could have never expected.

Osamu remembers every single face that has walked through the doors of Onigiri Miya since the day they’ve opened. He has yet to hire another worker, manning all stations of his business himself. The rush hours always provided him with a bit of a heavy work load, but Osamu has learned a lot about diligence and patience. Business had been good enough; traffic was steady throughout the day, and he had his fair share of regulars whose orders he had already memorized.

The stuffy, salt-and-pepper haired man in the pressed three-piece suit always ordered two umeboshi onigiri and a medium iced green tea. The kind old woman that ran the shop across the street would come in for his salted salmon, and if he had extra, Osamu would throw in an extra tuna mayo. She’d always smile and give him a pat on the shoulder, her eyes crinkling in a way that reminded Osamu of his grandmother.

It was when the shopkeeper had slowly walked out of his establishment and back to her own that Osamu noticed you standing a few feet away from his storefront. You had been wearing a face mask, but Osamu could see that you were staring at his sign. Your eyes squinted at the block letters that looked down at you, before they trailed down to land directly on Osamu. You seemed a little startled at the fact that his eyes were already staring at you, but you were standing outside his restaurant, weren’t you?

Before he could lift a hand to wave you in, you quickly turned and walked away.

Every few days, either during the dinner or lunch rush, Osamu would catch a glimpse of you outside of his restaurant. You’d stare at his sign for a few seconds; maybe glance at the menu board that stood a few feet away from his entrance, or look at the pictures of his full menu taped to the restaurant window. he would see the way you studied each item, yet you always walked the opposite direction.

It bothered Osamu. Why didn’t you want to come in? Did his menu look boring? Was his sign uninviting? Is his decoration too traditional? Should he have made it look a little more modern? He grumbled to himself about it each time you peeked in, and walked away. Why do you bother coming so often if you didn’t want to try his food? Osamu huffed.

It wasn’t until four weeks later, when Osamu had posted three brand new flavors on his menu board that you finally deemed his restaurant worthy enough to step in.

You had stopped by a little bit later than usual today, the dinner rush had come and gone, and the only ones left in the restaurant were you and Osamu. He stood patiently waiting behind his counter, desperately trying to look busy and as if he hasn’t been waiting for this moment for weeks. 

He waited until you were close enough to his counter to say his greetings. You nodded at him in acknowledgment, taking a seat at the bar in front of him. He handed you a menu, and your eyes roved over the words as if they hadn’t done so dozens of times prior. 

“Can I get ya anything to drink?” He asked, and you took off the baseball cap you had been wearing, setting it down on the counter beside you. Your finger hooks along the ear loop of your face mask and Osamu realizes he’s seeing your face for the first time. You place the piece of cloth in your pocket, and Osamu fights the heat across his cheeks. 

“Just water,” you said, and Osamu was quick to set a fresh glass down in front of you. 

“What’ll it be?” He asked after a few moments, adjusting the bill of his hat and settling his hand on his hip. 

You hum a little, tapping your finger against your lips before you reply. “I’ll have the combo #2 with the gyoza.” 

Osamu nodded, “What two flavors onigiri would you like?” 

“For the first one, I’ll have your most popular flavor,” you say, before closing the menu and handing it back to him, “I’ll let you choose the second one.” 

Osamu raised an eyebrow at your odd request, but nods anyway, putting the menu away and walking back to give his hands a quick wash. 

He begins to gather his ingredients when he noticed you take out a notepad and a pen from your bag, placing it on the counter in front of your water. 

“So,” he says, starting the process of making his number one seller (salted salmon), “What was it?” 

“Excuse me?” You asked, pausing the drink that was half way to your lips. “What was what?”

“Well, ya stood outside for weeks, so I gotta know,” Osamu said, placing the delicate filling into the ball of rice he was kneading in his palm, “What made ya decide to finally come in?” 

You tightened your lips, awkwardly setting the cup back down on the counter and placing a palm on your forehead. 

“I was that obvious?”

“Were ya trying not to be?” He laughed, looking at you expectantly. 

“It was the flavors on your board,” you finally replied, leaning back in your seat, “There was one that my grandfather used to make.”

Osamu smiled to himself, wrapping his first finished onigiri in the seaweed he had roasted earlier that day, placing it gently on a serving platter and moving over to make the next rice ball. 

“That’s a coincidence,” Osamu said, “Your grandfather must have had great taste.”

“He used to own a restaurant,” you blurted out, and Osamu hummed. 

“You’re kidding,” he said, “Whereabouts?”

You nibbled on your bottom lip, shifting your eyes side to side as if debating on whether you wanted to divulge him in your greatest secret. Eventually, you leaned forward, resting your elbow on the counter and placing your chin in your palm. “Actually, it was this one.”

Osamu’s fingers froze. “Ya don’t mean—?”

You nodded excitedly. Osamu lets out a scoff. “Now you’re just messin’ with me.”

“No, I swear!” A bright smile erupted across your cheeks as you jumped a little in your seat, “My grandparents used to own this restaurant.”

“I thought this was a boutique before I bought it?” Osamu questioned, putting his final touches on the second rice ball. 

“It was,” you agreed, taking a sip from your water, “They owned this place until I was in high school, and sold it before they retired somewhere in the mountains. It’s been a few different stores since, but this is the first time it’s become a restaurant again. I was pretty surprised when I first saw it.”

Osamu felt an odd sensation of pride began to brew in his chest, shown in the way he sprinkled his sesame seeds a little extra forcefully. 

“Well,” he said, placing the plate of two perfect onigiri right on the counter in front of you, “I hope I do this place some justice.” 

You smiled, and Osamu found himself smiling with you. He pointed out the shake on the left, and the surprise flavor on the right. You nodded, intrigued, picking up the onigiri lying on the left side. 

Osamu makes the gyoza while you take your first bite, nearly pumping his fist in victory when he sees you close your eyes in satisfaction, the tension he didn’t even know you carried slowly melting from your shoulders. He sees you quickly jot down comments on the notepad next to you, and Osamu tries to peek at what you wrote when he gives you the gyoza. 

“Ya jottin’ down comments about my food?” He joked, and you jumped a little at his voice, “Got any suggestions, then?”

You smile sheepishly, “It’s just a little hobby of mine.”

He nods, grabbing a towel and wiping down the counter that he had just used. “Well, ya let me know if ya need anything else.” 

“It’s just you working tonight?” You ask, grabbing your chopsticks and picking up a piece of gyoza. 

“It’s just me every night,” he chuckled. 

Your eyes widened as you chewed on your food, swallowing with a loud gulp. 

“Doesn’t that get exhausting?” You ask, quickly jotting down your notes before diverting your attention back to him. 

Osamu just shrugged. “I poured my everything into something I didn’t love half as much as cooking. This is just how I know how to do things.” 

You tilted your head to the side, “What did you do before this?”

Osamu takes a deep breath as he lifts his hat up a little bit to ruffle his fingers through his hair. He flips the cap around and puts it on backwards, his vision no longer half covered by the bill of his hat and he can now look at you fully. He almost wants to laugh because no one has ever asked him that version of this question before. It was always, ‘What are you going to be doing after volleyball?’

He hated the fact that any answer other than ‘I’m going to play professionally’ was deemed a shame, or a waste. For Osamu, he didn’t want to waste another second not pursuing his passion.

So it was refreshing to tell you about volleyball as if it was just a footnote in his food journey; something that he had done prior to finally recognizing his actual potential.

You gawked at him in disbelief, “Volleyball? Were you even any good?”

Osamu actually recoiled in offense, “I’ll have ya know I was on a team that went to nationals three years in a row.”

You raised your eyebrows appreciatively, and Osamu straightened a little.

“So why food?” You question him again, and Osamu wonders if you’re always this inquisitive. He’s answered this question hundreds of times, swore up and down that he would shoot the next person that even dared to say ‘Why food?’ in front of him. Yet for some reason, he felt more than happy to divulge you. 

“Because food is more than just something ya eat when you’re hungry. It’s coming back from a long trip, and it’s the warmth that spreads through your body when ya eat your mom’s cooking for the first time. That taste of victory that spreads across your tongue when ya go out for a meal with your pals after a game. The sensation of closing your eyes in satisfaction when ya take a bite out of a fresh onigiri after a long day,” you pause your scribbles at that moment, looking up to shoot him a playful glare. Osamu chuckled and continued, “It’s laughter shared around the table, and memories made over a plate that makes food more than just nourishment for our body, but also for our soul.” 

Osamu feels his cheeks heat up as he finishes his speech, embarrassment beginning to sink in at the end of his long tangent. You looked at him with a soft look on your face as you finished the last bite of your first onigiri, and dusted your fingers from any stray grains of rice.

“Words to live by,” you commented, lifting your glass of water up in agreement before tilting it back for a drink.

He let out a breath of relief that lasted only a second when he saw you reach over to pick up the onigiri with toppings he picked out for you. He held his breath as you took a bite, not expecting to see your eyes widen so fast, snapping your head down to the innocent rice ball that now sported a bite mark.

“Shio kombu cheese?” you say hurriedly, holding the onigiri closer to your face.

Osamu steps forward, “Do ya like it?”

You take another bite, chewing slowly, savoring the flavors as they melded in your mouth, and your eyes nearly begin to water.

“I never thought someone other than my grandfather would be weird enough to come up with this,” you laughed, scarfing down the rice ball in less than two seconds. “Yet here it is.”

“It’s not weird,” he defended, “It’s refined.”

You laugh as you dive into a story from your childhood spent sitting in this exact restaurant. Osamu listens intently as you recount how many different failed recipes your grandfather had forced you to ty and review, helping him decide what to put on the menu, or which combinations would bring in the businessmen that always seemed to just walk passed the restaurant.

He tells you of the tantrum his brother threw when he told him he was quitting volleyball, but still, Atsumu was his first sale. You pester him about his secret ingredient, and give him an incredulous look when he says it’s the rice. (“My old volleyball captain is a rice farmer.” “… what an interesting volleyball team.”)

The furniture was different, and the lay out was unfamiliar, but the atmosphere around Osamu’s counter had brought you right back into your childhood, reminding you of all the reasons why you loved what you did in the first place.

Long after your plates had been emptied, and the hour hand on the clock had extended way passed closing time, you finally paid for your meal, stood up from your seat and prepared to take your leave.

“Thank you for the meal, and the conversation,” you lean forward to read his name tag, “Miya-san.”

“Osamu,” he corrects, and raises an eyebrow at you.

You tell him your name, and Osamu repeats it in his mind over and over again.

“Come back soon,” he calls out his usual greeting as you walked out the door, but it felt different when he said it to you.

“I will,” you smile, waving a hand before stepping into the night, leaving Osamu with a dizzy head and fluttering stomach.

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In the following weeks since his late night encounter with you, Onigiri Miya had ceased to be a simple stop along someone’s route to work, or an afterthought on the way home.

One could imagine Osamu’s surprise when he arrived an hour and half before he was due to open, and already a line began to form down the sidewalk. He thought, perhaps it was a fluke, or maybe there was some sort of business convention in town nearby – something to explain the sudden spike in popularity.

Yet day after day, the crowds of people came to him by the dozens, climbing over each other to get a taste of his cooking. He couldn’t stop to wonder how long this was going to last, barely having the time to stop and give himself a break.

He finally realizes it’s not merely coincidence when the lines get longer, yet the faces he sees stay the same. Osamu remembers every single face that walks through the doors of Onigiri Miya, and it’s the ones that he sees over and over that truly give his restaurant its meaning. 

The last customer of the dinner rush left thirty minutes ago when Osamu’s phone rang.

“‘llo,” he greets, sandwiching the phone between his ear and shoulder as he sweeps the floor, thinking about how he needed to start looking for someone to hire.

“Hey, asshole,” the voice of his twin comes through loud and clear, “When were ya gonna tell me ya invited that food blogger to your restaurant? And how the hell did ya get them to like your garbage cooking?”

Osamu stops in confusion, grabbing the phone and holding it up himself. “Did ya finally get hit in the head a little too hard at practice? What the hell are ya talking about?”

Atsumu curses at Osamu, telling him to hold on a second as he sends him the link.

Osamu pulls the phone away from his ear for a second, quickly pressing on the blue url that popped up from Atsumu’s chat bubble.

It took a second for it to load, but when it did, Osamu’s jaw dropped

ONIGIRI MIYA IS AN ONIGIRI MUST HAVE by L/N Y/N

Beneath the obnoxious title was a photo of his sign, shining brightly against the wooden panels of his building, looking very much like a beacon for those searching for the perfect plate.

“Your shop is all over the internet and I had to find out about it on my news feed?! What the hell kinda brother are ya...”

Atsumu’s voice faded into the background as Osamu read the flattering words you had written about his restaurant. You complimented the decoration he had been insecure about, and he chuckled at the way you had described the fluffiness of his rice. He was captivated by your use of prose, painting the perfect picture of exactly everything he wanted his food to convey.

It wasn’t until he got to the last paragraph when he felt his breath hitch in his throat.

Though the years have passed, and the season have changed, the sentimentality of this particular shop had never lost its meaning for me. For the first time in years, I felt the soul of my grandfather, the curator of my inspiration and passion, all around the atmosphere of what is now Onigiri Miya. I have every faith that the new owner has already done him justice.

“Excuse me, are you still open?”

Osamu tore his eyes away from the screen, the very author of the only review that will ever matter to him stood a mere few feet away from his counter.

“Call you later, Tsumu,” he said hurriedly.

“Hey, wh—“

Osamu slips his phone back into his pocket, turning his attention back to you. You had a cheeky smile on your face as you waited patiently.

“Welcome to Onigiri Miya,” he says dryly, and you laugh at his tone.

“Should you be on your phone while you’re on the clock?” You joke as you settle in the same seat you occupied the last time you paid him a visit.

“I don’t know,” Osamu crosses his arms, “Should ya be writing articles about people without telling em?”

You winced a little at his words, holding your hands up in surrender. “You saw it then?”

Osamu nodded.

You looked to the side, rubbing the side of your arm. “Did you like what I wrote?”

Osamu smiled, uncrossing his arms and walking to the back to wash his hands. You watch him curiously as he walked back to you, and pointed to a spot on the wall directly to your right.

“That’s where I’m gonna put it,” he said, “when I print it out and frame it.”

You laughed at the seriousness of his face, and he smirked in satisfaction.

You ordered the combo #2 with a side of gyoza, letting Osamu pick the two flavors. You mentioned how you tried to visit a couple of times, but the line was always so far out the door. He realizes that he has you to thank for that, and you blush deeply when he sincerely tells you so.

“So,” you say as you munch on the honey garlic pork onigiri he prepared, “Aren’t you glad you did this instead of boring, old volleyball?”

Osamu nearly chokes at the insult. “Volleyball is not boring.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, clearing his throat, “Let me take you to a game some time. We can eat something other than rice balls.”

You look up from the half eaten onigiri at the chef who made it so carefully, looking so bashful and nervous you couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah. I would love that.”

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thank you for reading! reblogs are highly appreciated <33

[bestiesenpai]

Recess - Nanami Kento

Don’t mind if i do~ femme reader no content warnings, it’s just a little fluff :) 2.1k words

"Papa, do you like Miss (Y/N)?" The young voice of Kento's son sounded next to him as he walked the young boy to his second grade class.

"What do you mean?" A blush tinged Kento's ears; it was embarrassing his son could figure it out so easily.

"Well I always catch you lookin' at her when you drop me off...and you talk to her a lot sometimes..." The child didn't really have a lot to go off of and he squeezed his fathers hand as they came to an intersection.

"I like her a normal amount, Yuji." Just a few more blocks and Kento would be free from this.

"What's that mean?"

"We're just acquaintances." Kento picked up his pace just a little, eager to drop him off and staunchly avoid eye contact with you.

"What's that mean?" Yuji echoed again, looking up at Kento curiously.

"I don't like Miss (Y/N) like how you say I do.” Finally they were at the school and Kento could ease up the hold he had on his son's hand. There was a swarm of other kids all in their little uniforms, matching tops and shorts for the upcoming summer weather.

“Miss (Y/N)!” Letting go of his hand, Yuji ran to you, latching onto the fabric of your sundress as you stood outside the school and made sure the kids were going to the right places.

“Hello!” Rubbing the back of Yuji’s head, you smiled down at him. “Are you ready for school today?”

“Yeah!” Today was a special day, after lunch they got to watch a movie about dinosaurs. Opening his mouth to speak again, Yuji saw something else that caught his eye. “Megumi! Nobara!” And off he ran to say hello to his friends.

Kento stood awkwardly where Yuji had left him, clenching and unclenching his fists. Should he talk to you? It wasn’t like Yuji dictated what he could and couldn’t do, but he didn’t want the kid to get any more impressions. Or would not talking to you make it even more obvious?

“Have a good day at work, Nanami.” You called out to him, waving and smiling at him with such ease it made his heart swell.

“Y-you too.” Clearing his throat, Kento waved back and scanned the crowd to see where Yuji was one last time. Spotting his son walking into the building with his friends, Kento nodded toward you and started to walk away. “See you after school.”

“Bye!” Waving again, you turned your attention to another student, and Kento went about his way.

Except he didn’t see you after school, he saw you much earlier than that. Yuji had forgotten his lunch despite swearing up and down that he’d packed it all by himself, so Kento was tasked with delivering it.

Going into the school and walking past brightly decorated classrooms, he quickly found the class Yuji was in. Peeking in through the window to see them all still sitting down, Kento leaned against the wall until the bell rang and they were let out.

“Yuji.” The rich timbre of Kento’s voice cut through the shrill sounds of children, easily reaching the intended recipient.

“Papa, you came!” Setting his sights on the lunch box in Kento’s hands, the little seven year old leapt to grab it. “Sorry I forgot my lunch!”

“It’s okay, I’m just glad I caught it in time.”

“Thanks papa!” Once he got his hands on it, Yuji gave Kento a quick hug and scampered down the hall.

“Hello again, Nanami.” Turning his head, Kento saw you leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed as children filtered out of the classroom.

“Yuji forgot his lunch.” Kento felt a little silly already trying to justify why he was there. You’d probably seen the whole interaction take place and knew exactly what transpired.

“Mhmm, he mentioned that at the start of class today.” Nodding to yourself, you flicked your head behind you. “He told me not to call you, said he ‘for sure’ had a feeling you would come and bring it.” You grinned and pushed yourself away from the door, slyly giving Kento a once over in his business attire. Despite working from home most days, he still chose to get dressed up like this.

Kento could only nod in agreement as he watched you walk back into the room and to your desk in the corner of the room. Letting his eyes roam over the room, Kento could see clearly where his son was sitting, in the middle of the room with a bunch of stickers on his desk.

“Ah, Nanami?” Your shy voice cut through the internal dilemma Kento was having about how to smoothly exit the room.

“Yes?” Taking a slow step into the room, Kento could see you were looking at your computer screen in apprehension.

“Are you good with technology?” A sheepish laugh accompanied your question and Kento thought it was cute you were embarrassed. “I can’t seem to get any video playing on the projector and we’re supposed to watch a movie today.” Gesturing to the device on the ceiling, you worried your lip and looked at him.

“I know a thing or two, I can try.” Committing to coming into the room, Kento walked briskly over to your desk. There weren’t a lot of things that Kento couldn’t do and fixing a computer was surely not one of them.

“Thank you so much! I tried some stuff but it was no use!” Pushing your chair away from the desk and to the side, you let Kento take up the space you were previously in.

Grabbing the mice and beginning to click through applications, Kento wasn’t sure he could fix your problem. Not because he didn’t know what was wrong, he knew exactly what was wrong, but this was the first time he was alone with you and this close. He could smell the light perfume you put on and feel the heat radiating from your body. It was harder to focus than he thought it was.

“I clicked that one before and it didn’t work.” Your arm shot out to point at a few icons, making sure Kento didn’t waste his time on them.

“Really?” He mumbled, clicking on it anyway and chuckling when you grunted in mock annoyance.

“Yes really.” Sticking your tongue out at him, you watched him work intently, eager to know how to fix the problem should it ever come up again.

“Miss (Y/N), I think your computer is opening the wrong application to play the video.” You’d told him before to just call you (Y/N) when no kids were around, but Kento couldn’t bear to drop the formality; he didn’t want to get too comfortable with saying your name like that, it would only spur on the daydreams he had of you.

Mumbling something about how simple the fix was, you stood up and grabbed a remote off the desk, turning the projector on and watching as the opening credits to the movie played on the classroom wall.

“Thank you so much, Nanami!” Clapping your hands together excitedly, you turned to him. Your back was to the large windows, warming you up and casting the sun all around you.

“Happy to help.” Kento nodded, fighting to remain his stoic self and not take notice of how easy it would be to push you against said windows and kiss you. Your class was on the first floor of the building, anyone could walk by and see it if he did it, and that kind of risk had Kento’s heart beating a little faster.

“Yuji is so lucky to have a dad like you, I bet you’re great around the house!” Setting the remote down, you pat Kento on the arm. He really had no choice in the matter, his wife running off shortly after Yuji was born and leaving him with sole custody. Feeling the touch of your hand reminded him how long it had been since he’d had any physical contact with a member of the opposite sex.

“Mi- (Y/N).” Turning sharply to you, Kento took a deep breath through his nose, nostrils flaring as he drank in your form. Summer really suited you, breezy clothes and longer days, the warmth in the air meshing well with the warmth in your personality.

“Yes?” Blinking owlishly at him, you shuffled just the tiniest bit back out of surprise.

“I want to show you how good I am around the house.” The line, coming out stilted and spoken with uncertainty, had your brows coming together a little.

“W-what do you mean?” Your breathing was coming out shorter now, nerves beginning to prickle your skin the longer you and Kento stood looking at each other.

“I want…” Licking his lips nervously, Kento knew this could be a reach. He could be ruining the good relationship the two of you had, the professional relationship you had. He could make you uncomfortable, and while that was the last thing he wanted to do, he couldn’t stop himself from taking a step forward and making you back up into the windows.

“I want to take you out. On a date.” Saying the words all in one big rush, Kento watched your face closely. Your lower lip trembled and your fingers curled into your dress as you thought of a response.

“I’d like that.” Your cheeks were burning intensely and turning your head to look at the wall beside you was the only saving grace you had. The silly little crush you had on Kento, the one you tried to stamp out and ignore, was finally allowed to take shape.

“Really?” Smiling loosely like an idiot, Kento put his hand on the window panes, leaning forward and almost touching you as he exhaled in relief. “I’m glad.” Peeking at you through his lashes, Kento tried to ignore the fact he could see right down your dress and to your breasts.

The longer he looked at you though, the more he realised how close he actually was to you. Your breath reached his face, if he wanted to Kento could drop his arm and easily envelop you in a hug, or perhaps-

“May I…?” He started to ask as he leaned in to kiss you. Hovering over your lips, he brushed the tip of your nose with his as he waited for you to squeak out a yes and nod before proceeding.

Touching your lips gently, Kento forced himself to go slow. There wasn’t any need to rush, he told himself, but the excitement of finally getting to kiss you was threatening to steamroll the control he had over himself.

Reaching a hand out, you rest it on his shoulder, your fingers slowly curling into his collar and holding it tightly. Tilting your head and deepening the kiss slightly, you breathed a little harder through your nose as Kento shuffled closer.

“I knew it!” The overjoyed shriek of Yuji surprised both of you, enough so that you pushed Kento as hard as you could away from you in shock. He was standing at the door to the classroom, his fellow classmates behind him staring in awe and confusion.

“Damn, lunchtime is over already?” Running past Kento’s dazed form, you wiped your lips off furiously as you collected the kids and ushered them into the room.

“I was right, papa! I was right! I was right! You do like Miss (Y/N)! You don’t like her a normal amount, you like her a lot! You were kiss-” Yuji was shouting at the top of his lungs, silenced only by Kento sliding a hand over his mouth.

“Be quiet, don’t yell like that inside the classroom.” Kento groaned, already feeling a headache form at having to explain himself to Yuji later. When he asked you out, he already had a vague plan in the back of his head on how he was going to hide it from the young boy, but that was completely out the window now. “Go sit down, we’ll talk later.” Nudging him toward his desk, Kento tried to ignore the whispers from the other students about what they’d seen.

“Yuji, is Miss (Y/N) your new mom?” Nobara whispered loudly, looking obviously between you and Kento.

“Not yet, they have to get married first.” Megumi whispered back, pointing at his ring finger.

“Married?! I wanna come!”

“I think it’s best I leave.” Straightening his tie, Kento nodded curtly at you before giving Yuji a lingering look. “Don’t make any trouble.”

“Yeah, okay.” Yuji was definitely going to save all the questions he had, saving them for the most opportune time. “Bye papa.”

“See you after school.” He was talking to you just as much as he was talking to Yuji, taking a sneaky glance at you before turning on his heel and walking out of the classroom.

“Miss (Y/N), are you going to live with us now?”

Dinner time was going to be pretty awkward tonight.

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Prompt for you my lovely 😊: Ian having a bad bipolar day/really depressed and Mickey taking care of him while they still live with the Gallagher’s, maybe outsiders perspective on the way Mickey can translate Ian when he’s nonverbal or that he tries to coax Ian into eating dinner by pulling him into his lap and sharing his plate, that sort of thing and maybe someone is about to tease them but Mickey gives that glare all protective like and then they shut up:) (also can Ian be wearing Mickey hoodie or some along those lines, he’s skinny it would fit)

Thank you for the prompt! Standard disclaimer that as much as I've been writing about bipolar disorder lately I still have a lot to learn, and always want to know if it makes anyone uncomfortable.💖

Content Warnings: bipolar disorder, depressive episode, food

It had been two days since Ian left the room he had Mickey had taken over once they were both out of jail. Two days of Debbie worrying, trying to talk Mickey into taking him somewhere (The fuck are they gonna do, Raggedy-Anne, sedate him? He’s already out like a light), sending Franny up with toast and coffee like they used to do for Monica (I don't like it when he's sad, mommy), and checking the bottles of meds on the bathroom sink that Mickey swore he doled out each morning.

And Debbie remembered what it was like, with their mom. It had been scary then, too. But Monica had never been stable, and Ian…

Well. It was a lot scarier when the person that wouldn’t get out of bed was the same person that had taken you to school, and been there to pick you up. Had taught you to swim, and to fight, and to never give up.

When the person who had shown you what strength was lost their own, what were you supposed to do?

So when Ian stumbled down the stairs that morning, thin and pale and dead-eyed, Debbie wasn’t sure whether to laugh, cry, or force-feed him pancakes until he choked on them.

She went for none of the above, and hid her wet eyes by turning back to the stovetop instead.

Franny had no such compunctions, and was out of her chair and barreling into Ian’s legs before Debbie could even think to warn her.

“Uncle Ian!” she greeted excitedly. “Are you feeling better now?”

Debbie bit her lip, turning just enough to keep an eye on them from under her hair. She hated that she felt like she had to, but it was what it was.

And right now, what it was was her older brother letting his hand fall weakly onto Franny’s head, tangling in her red hair as she pressed her face into his leg.

“Hey, Fran,” he said, voice soft and scratchy from two days not speaking in anything but a whisper. He didn’t answer her question, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Franny pulled away, Ian’s hand falling limply back to his side until she grabbed it and tried to lead him to the table.

“You must be so hungry!” Franny was saying. “Mommy, can you make Uncle Ian breakfast too?”

Debbie looked at Ian, still standing there fidgeting as Franny swung their linked hands back and forth. His face was tucked down into a hoodie that didn’t look like it belonged to him—too loose in the chest and too short on his torso, barely even hanging to his hips—and he wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“I don’t know, Franny,” she hesitated. “Does Uncle Ian want breakfast today?”

No response. With a sigh, Debbie quietly added another egg to the bowl she had yet to whisk, and hoped for the best.

Franny had given up on getting Ian to the table, hugging him again before taking her own seat, and he was left standing there awkwardly and alone. Debbie wondered what she should do—Should she talk to him? Ask him to sit down? Tell him it was okay if he wanted to go back upstairs?—when the back door opened, Lip coming through with baby Fred in his arms.

“Hey Debs,” Lip greeted with a nod. “Got enough food for two more?”

Like he hadn’t just marched in after almost a week of not being home, off with Tami in their new place while Debbie took care of everyone and everything else. Still, she added another egg even as she rolled her eyes.

“Depends,” she asked dryly as she did it, “Got some money for me?”

“Nope,” Lip answered, then finally noticed Ian in the corner. “Morning bro,” he started, then did a double-take.

“Are you wearing Mickey’s shirt?” he asked, smirking. Knowing him, something rude was right on that comment’s heels, so Debbie threw an eggshell at the back of his head.

She widened her eyes at him when he turned to glare, trying to gesture without Ian noticing. But Lip didn’t seem to catch on, raising his hands like he needed an explanation, and Debbie wondered, not for the first time, how someone so smart could be so fucking stupid.

Thankfully, Ian didn’t seem to notice that the question was less than genuine, and just let his face pop out from the collar to whisper, “I like the way it smells.”

“Fuck yeah you do.”

Mickey was suddenly there on the stairs behind Ian, who seemed to relax a little more when he heard his voice.

“You keep fuckin’ stealin’ it when I’m not lookin’,” Mickey accused, coming up behind Ian to wrap an arm gently around his waist.

“Better watch out,” he warned, “or one of these days it ain’t even gonna smell like me anymore, you sap.”

Ian didn’t answer, but he did lean back just a little into Mickey’s hold. It was a far cry from the way he had pulled back from Debbie’s hand the last time she tried to check on him, and she wasn’t sure if she was relieved at the change or annoyed that once again, Mickey was the only one that could seem to influence him in this state.

She was glad Mickey was there for Ian, don’t get her wrong. But she wished that she was enough to help her brother without him, sometimes. They were family—she should be enough.

“Hey,” Mickey was whispering into Ian’s ear as he held him. “You wanna eat something for me?”

There was no spoken answer, and Debbie sighed, mentally recalculating the egg count yet again. Then she looked up just in time to see Ian nod, the slightest, slowest movement, and almost dropped the plate of bacon she was about to bring to the table.

“Alright,” Mickey said simply, “that’s good, Ian.”

He caught Debbie’s eye over Ian’s shoulder, and she nodded at him. Of course there was enough.

Mickey took the same hand that Franny had released minutes ago, and led Ian to the table. He glared at Lip until he got up and moved over a chair, finally having caught on to the fact that something was up, then sat down and pulled out the chair on his other side for Ian.

But Ian didn’t sit.

He stood there, hand still in Mickey’s, eyes wandering around the room like he wasn’t sure where he was. Franny waved at him from her seat when he looked past her, and his eyes caught on her smile, but moved on without returning it.

“Hey,” Mickey said softly. “C’mere.”

He tugged at their linked hands, raised his other one to clasp Ian’s elbow.

“Sit down, man,” he urged. “Come on, sit with me.”

Ian’s legs bent, and his body followed. And instead of sitting in the chair Mickey had chosen for him, he landed on Mickey’s lap, curling into his body like a child and tucking his head under Mickey’s chin.

It might have been comical, any other morning, Ian’s tall frame trying to hide within the confines of Mickey’s smaller form. It might have been sad, right now, the way he looked more like a scared little boy than the grown man they all knew he was.

Might have been, but wasn’t. Because Mickey just pressed his lips into Ian’s hair, stroked a hand down the back of the stolen hoodie Ian wore, and gestured to Debbie for a plate.

She didn’t try to speak to them when she brought it over, or when she returned with a second plate piled just as high. She didn’t try to argue when Mickey freed up his arms to grab a plate in one hand and a fork in the other, Ian still nestled in between, and dumped the entirety of Ian’s breakfast onto the same plate as his own.

And when Mickey got Ian to sit up enough to take a single bite from the fork he held to his mouth, held eye contact with Ian until he swallowed and went back for more, Debbie finally settled on something to feel.

Because Ian was alive, and out of bed, and eating. He was sitting at the table with them, at least sort of, and wiggled his fingers a little at Franny the next time she caught his eye.

Watching her daughter beam at her favorite uncles; watching her see what a real adult relationship was supposed to be like for maybe the first time; watching Lip and Fred too as they stared at Mickey taking care of Ian without concern for who might see…

Well. Mickey was there, and Mickey was family. Maybe they could be enough together.

[pies-writes-and-more]

the first time saying I love you p. 2

Warnings: nothing! Maybe some swearing but all fluff!

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Toru, & Tsukishima Kei, all with a Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much @livy384​ for asking for a part 2 of this idea!!! I was so excited to see someone wanted to see more of one of my headcanons haha. So here you go lovely!! A big thank you as usual to my inspiration babies @thisnoodlewritesao3​ and @satan-ruler-of-hells​ <3  Also I’m sorry I know Oikawa’s is shorter than the others but I’ve never written for him or thought about writing for him so i’m so very sorry if it sucks xD

pt. 1

Iwaizumi Hajime Who says it first: Neither of you

It was supposed to have been a really cute date - Iwaizumi had remembered you telling your friend that there was a market near by that you’ve always wanted to go visit, but never had anyone to go with. Naturally, Iwaizumi tucked that information in the back of his brain and planned.

It was a Saturday and Iwaizumi had somehow managed to get himself away from practice, making you smile wide when he asked if you wanted to spend the day together. You knew he felt a little bad lately, being so busy with volleyball, and as much as you never blamed him for it, you were happy to be spoiled with his presence. When he started walking you towards the market, your eyes went wide, looking at all the cute stalls that you wanted to visit and the items you wanted to check out.

“Iwa!” You grinned up at him, shaking his arm excitedly. “How did you know I wanted to go here?”

He just shrugged and gave you a smile, patting your head gently, “Let’s find some cute things for my cute girlfriend hm?” You beamed and happily took his hand, the two of you going around to each stall.

There was too much to look at honestly and you wanted nothing more than to carry bundles of everything home. Iwa managed to sneak away from you for a second while you talked to a stall owner, picking out a necklace for you and holding it close to his chest for a moment, just thinking of you. Meanwhile, you managed to find a beautiful lucky charm to give him for his next game. He never really needed it but you always liked the gesture of being the one to give it to him anyways.

It was a perfect date so far.

And then Oikawa showed up.

“Iwa!” He grinned, waving from afar. You laughed, realizing that Oikawa had most likely followed you guys here. You never minded him tagging along on your dates (though the girls that followed him were sometimes a bit extreme), but Iwaizumi on the other hand... never seemed too happy to see his best friend.

Iwaizumi groaned loudly, annoyed at himself for casually mentioning that he’d be bringing you here this weekend, “Why are you here?” He grumbled, glaring at his friend as he made his way over.

Oikawa just pouted, “I just wanted to make sure you were being nice to Y/N!”

“When am I ever mean to Y/N?”

“I dunno, but you’re mean to me and I’m your best friend so I just assumed it was how you show affection,” Oikawa chuckled and gave you a wave, “Are you two having fun?”

You nodded and glanced around at all the other stalls you still wanted to visit, “There’s so much to look at! Are you looking to get anything, Oikawa?”

The boy just smiled and looked around, “I dunno, I’ll have to look around some! What did you two get?” He asked, nodding at the little bags and packages you were holding.

“Oh! I found this cute little decoration for my parents’ kitchen,” you explain, showing off some of the little knickknacks you found. “I wanted to find some sort of accessory for myself. Maybe like a barrette or a bracelet,” you admitted, eyes drifting away again as if you would be able to find something from where you were standing.

“Like this?” Oikawa asked, peeking into Iwaizumi’s bag and pulling out a little jewlery box, opening it to see the necklace that Iwaizumi had bought you.

“You asshole! Give that back!” Iwaizumi’s eyes went wide, realizing he had had his eyes locked on you the whole time you were talking because you were just so cute, he hadn’t even noticed Oikawa practically pickpocketing him.

Oikawa’s bottom lip just stuck out again, huffing and holding the item farther away from his best friend, “Why are you so mean? If you bought it for her, shouldn’t you give it to her? What, were you just going to let her buy something else for herself and waste her money?”

Iwaizumi’s whole face was red. He didn’t want to yell out his whole plan to the market, let alone to Oikawa when you were standing right there, laughing at the whole encounter.

“Stop being so shy, Iwa,” Oikawa cooed, smiling as he looked at you, “I’m sure she thinks it’s really cute that you buy her things to show her you love her!”

“Shittykawa, please shut the hell up,” Iwaizumi glared at his friend, still trying to grab the box away from him.

“Aw don’t put words in his mouth, Oikawa,” you giggled, smiling up at your boyfriend and his friend, “I think he just does it cause he’s sweet.”

Oikawa noticed the way you were so quick to dismiss his words, glancing between you and Iwaizumi, completely confused, “What do you mean?”

“Oikawa, I swear to god, please go before I kill you,” Iwaizumi was practically clawing his hands up to Oikawa’s neck, his whole body feeling flustered.

“Iwaizumi, did you tell her you didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of your friends? It’s okay! She can know I know! It’s not like you don’t talk about it all the time.”

“Talk about what?” You asked, growing more confused as the conversation went on.

“About how much he loves you! He talks about it all the time with the team!” Oikawa beamed, finally letting Iwaizumi grab the jewelry box from his hands.

Your eyes go wide, looking over at Iwaizumi, who seemed suddenly very concerned over kicking some dust on the ground. His whole face was red, eyes looking literally anywhere but at you.

“You love me?” You squeaked out nervously.

“No! I-I mean, yes but- hang on,” your boyfriend groaned. He had the whole thing planned out, he had wanted to tell you a whole speech about how much he loved you and now that whole plan was absolutely ruined.

Oikawa’s body froze as he watched the two of you, sheepishly laughing, “Oh... I spoiled it didn’t I? That’s what the necklace was for hm?”

“Shittykawa, if one more word leaves your lips-” Iwaizumi huffed, punching his arm with an annoyed look on his face.

“I’m sorry, Iwa! I didn’t mean to spoil your first love confession! But honestly, I’m such a big part of your life, maybe it’s better this way-” Oikawa grinned, obviously trying to lift up some of the tension.

“I’m going to count to three, and if you’re not gone by the end of it, I will literally bury you alive.” There was something different about this death threat, a growl in Iwaizumi’s throat building with his anger.

Oikawa’s smile tensed and he just turned to you with a little wave, “I suddenly remembered I have to be literally anywhere else but here. Have a nice date! Please convince him not to kill me!”

You had never seen Oikawa dash away so quickly, his figure gone almost immediately after waving goodbye.

Iwaizumi seemed so angry, all you could was offer a small smile, “You okay?” You asked softly, touching his arm gently.

He seemed to relax a bit at your touch, sighing and just turning to look at you, “Yeah. Please don’t listen to anything he says. He’s literally an idiot.”

You smiled shyly, rocking on your heels awkwardly, “So... you don’t love me then?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened immediately, shaking his hands in front of him quickly in denial, “N-No. I mean. Yes. Just don’t listen to him. But yes, I love you.” He hesitated for a moment, seeming to watch your eyes. “Unless you don’t love me back, then we can just pretend none of this happened,” he mumbled shyly, rubbing the back of his head.

You couldn’t help but giggle, pushing his arm playfully, “You idiot. Of course I love you.”

He blinked in surprise, staring at your face and trying to make sure you weren’t just joking with him, “Oh. Well in that case, this is for you.” He handed you the small box holding the necklace, watching as you open it to find a small pendant of your favourite animal. “The heart ones just seemed so cheesy,” he admitted with a shrug. “But I hope you think of me whenever you wear it.”

Your heart literally grew three sizes, this boy was being so cute and sweet. You nodded up at him happily, still admiring your new necklace, which was exactly what you had hoped to find at the market, “I will.”

He whispered another “I love you” to you as he helped clasp the necklace behind your neck, pressing a kiss to your cheek from behind and sending a tingle down your spine. 

He said “I love you” to you every hour after that - if his surprise was going to be spoiled, he was going to spoil you with those words over and over again, never wanting you to forget how he feels about you.

Oikawa Toru Who says it first: You

Oikawa was literally the worst person to study with - he was always so distracting. How could someone who barely looks at his notes during your study dates be in Class 6? He was always busy with volleyball anyways, so how was it possible that he had any other time to do work?

“Hurry up and finish your work so we can go do something fun,” Oikawa hummed with a smirk on his face, having already finished his homework. He refused to let you look at his answers, or even help you, because “how are you supposed to learn, Y/N?” Smug ass look on his face how rude. “I might just have to go on some adventure on my own while I wait for you to finally finish.”

You just roll your eyes and mumble something about hating him making him laugh.

“Aww, is someone pouting?” He teased, ruffling up your hair happily. “I’m sorry, baby, I just love looking at your cute concentration face!”

You rolled your eyes, glaring at him playfully, “You’re refusing to help me because you want to look at my face? Take a picture why don’t you.”

“I already have,” he beamed, showing you the new background for his phone. You did not look the least bit attractive in your opinion, but Oikawa was smiling so happily at the photo, how could you argue?

“You’re an idiot,” you mumble with a huff, scribbling a half-assed answer on your sheet of paper.

“Aw come on, Y/N,” Oikawa smirked, sliding closer to you and tilting your chin up with a singular finger so you were forced to look him in the eyes. “You know you love me,” he teased in that fake sultry voice of his.

Normally, you’d just get a bit flustered - there was just something about those bedroom eyes of his eyes that made you squirm. But here, just sitting here with him and realizing that even when he took ugly pictures of you, this perfect pretty boy still wanted to be with you... you realized there wasn’t a single person you’d rather be with right now. Or ever.

“Ya you’re right,” you smiled up at him, pulling away from his teasing look and turning back to your homework. “I do love you.”

The expression on his face was probably photo worthy and later, you’d wish you had snapped a picture of it. The utter shock was enough to send all the blood flying out of his face, a nosebleed soon ensuing.

“Oikawa! Are you okay?” You asked with wide eyes, rushing to get tissues.

“F-Fine! I’m fine!” The fact that all the blood was rushing to his rosy cheeks probably wasn’t helping his nosebleed, only making it flow faster.

The two of you laughed when his bleeding was under control, Oikawa blushing enough to look like a marker colour, “You can’t just say stuff like that to a guy, Y/N! That’s so mean! Teasing me like that.” He pouted, crossing his arms like a child.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him for a moment before saying, “Teasing? What do you mean? I meant it, Oikawa, you idiot.”

His eyes would just widen and suddenly homework wasn’t all that important anymore.

“Oikawa! it’s due this week!” You insisted as he dragged you out of the house, your hand firmly held in his.

“Too bad! We’re going for ice cream!” He declared with a grin. “Oh and Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I love you too. Idiot.” His smile was as wide as ever but there was a genuine love in his eyes as he looked at you, soon leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

But don’t worry, later he’d help you with your homework. As long as you said “I love you” to him one more time.

Tsukishima Who says it first: Him

Tsukishima says he loves you in actions more than he does words at first, throwing you snacks that he carries with him specifically for you, when he notices you getting hungry. He’ll bring an extra hoodie or wear one when he knows he’ll get too warm for it, because he knows you like to be comfy and warm. He offers to come over and study with you when you’re getting nervous over a test, holds your hand and squeezes it gently if he notices you getting anxious over something, and he walks you to and from home every day.

He loves you. And even though you can feel it through his actions, you weren’t quite sure if he was ready to hear that you loved him too.

Honestly, you would’ve been fine just going about your relationship the way that it was. But of course, what good would having upperclassmen in his volleyball team be if they didn’t annoy the shit out of him and talk about your relationship?

Tanaka had been going on and on in the club room about how badly he wanted a girlfriend, pouting to himself because he was still unsure of how Tsukishima, a salty brat, managed to get a cute girlfriend like you before he did.

“God it must be so nice to have someone to hug and hold hands with and tell them ‘I love you’ every five seconds! If I had a girlfriend, I wouldn’t let her leave my presence until she knew how much I loved her!” Tanaka was saying, Noya nodding aggressively in agreement.

Tsukishima’s ears perked hearing this, pulling his gym shirt over his head as he got ready to head home for the night.

“How did you do it, Tsukishima?” Noya asked randomly, a grin on his face. “I bet you’re secretly super romantic aren’t you? You got her flowers and chocolates and stuff huh?”

“How did I do what?” Tsukishima asked flatly, glancing back at them. The second years shared a look and then looked back at him, both tilting their heads simultaneously.

“How did you first tell Y/N you loved her,” Tanaka explained, his eyes narrowing as he watched Tsukishima’s eyes move away from them. “Wait a minute, you haven’t told her yet?”

“Tsukishima! You asshole! Don’t you know how lucky you are to have such a cute girl on your arm? Always doing cute things for you like that time she made you a bento box? Or when she comes to our games and always cheers the loudest for us?” Noya’s yelling was soon turning into a tearful whine, still upset that he didn’t have these things that Tsukishima did.

The blond boy just tried to turn away, packing up his things as his upperclassmen moaned.

“Tanaka, Noya, leave the boy alone,” Sugawara scolded. “I’m sure Tsukishima’s going to tell her on his own time! Aren’t you, Tsukishima?” His voice was so sweet, as if he was only trying to help him out, but Sugawara’s eyes told a different story - one where he was really trying to pry an answer from the first year.

All eyes were on him once again and Tsukishima was silently wishing he had left earlier without getting dressed. The question loomed over the club room like a raincloud, pressure on Tsukishima’s answer building the more the silence lasted.

“Sure,” he answered finally before leaving the room, shifting his bag on his shoulder slightly. He hadn’t really thought about it before. Why hadn’t he told you yet? He knew he loved you, it’s not like he was an idiot in denial over it. He had spent a good year in denial but he wouldn’t admit it. He knew he loved you but why hadn’t he said anything yet?

The idea of telling you made his whole face feel hot but why? It’s not like he hadn’t sent you songs about love, or watched those sappy romantic movies with you and thought about you the whole time. So why hadn’t he said it? It was just three words after all, wasn’t it? Three little words.

There you were, waiting for him again outside of the gym. You had that cute little smile on your face that you always had whenever you caught his eye. He loved that smile.

“Ready?” You asked happily, him holding out his arm for you slightly and you link yours with it and just look up at him with those gorgeous eyes. He loved your eyes.

“How was practice?” You asked as the two of you walked and he told you all about how annoying Hinata and Kageyama was, you always laughing when he expressed his annoyance. He loved your laugh.

At some point while you two were walking home, Tsukishima felt himself stop. He could feel Tanaka and Noya’s words starting to get to him, an uneasy feeling in his stomach making him feel... different. He knew if he didn’t say it now, he never would.

“Tsukishima?” You blinked up at him, noting the way he stopped so abruptly. “Are you okay?”

He took a breath - if you were going to reject him, that would be fine. Everything would be fine. No it wouldn’t, he heard that little voice in his head say. What the hell would we do without you?

Despite his conflicting thoughts on the matter, Tsukishima pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to silence them as he managed to get out weakly, “I love you, Y/N.”

You just stood there for what felt like forever. Why weren’t you saying anything? His heart fell a little as you just stared at him, your face not betraying any of your emotions.

“What?” You squeaked.

He sighed frustratedly, unsure if you were trying to give him a way to go back on his words, or if you were really this deaf. “I love you,” he repeated himself, his voice louder and firmer this time. If he was going to get rejected, it wouldn’t be because he backed down. He would make sure of it.

But soon your lips were curling into that smile that he loved, your eyes were sparkling up at him, and a giggle fell from your lips, “I-I love you too, Tsukishima!” You beamed, hopping a little where you stood in excitement.

He couldn’t hide how happy that made him. His lips turned into a smile and he reached up to pat your head, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, “Alright, stop looking at me like. It’s late, we should get you home,” he told you, scolding you as if you had been the one to stop first.

But it didn’t matter. Because Tsukishima Kei said he loved you and those were the last three words you had ever expected him to say, even though you had felt the same all this time.

For the first time ever, Tsukishima actually took the advice of his upperclassmen and made it his promise to himself that he would never let you leave his sight without telling you “I love you”, even if it had to be over text because he wasn’t quite ready to say it in front of everyone else yet. But he would tell you over and over again, because even when he was annoyed at you or in a bad mood, Tsukishima loved you and he didn’t ever want you to think otherwise.

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Wanda Maximoff X Reader - The Parent Trap

Summary: When the identical twins Billy and Tommy Maximoff are sent to the same summer camp, they hatch a plan to get their mothers back together by switching places. Or, The Parent Trap AU. / AO3

Warnings: Fluff and a bit of language.

Words:  4.229K

Notes: I want to know if anyone likes this, please tell me your opinion ;) And good reading! By the way, gif is not mine!

Part Two

The whole thing looked suspicious to you. Billy was acting too strange. He didn't run and throw himself on the couch when he got back from camp, or throw his shoes around the house like he always did. He also didn't pick up the basketball reference you made to him in the car. At first you thought maybe it was puberty. But he told you he was tired from the trip, and you messed up his hair, and told him to go get something to eat. When your dog Krypto didn't recognize him, you told him that he needed to change his clothes, because he must be smelling the camp.

Running the vineyard was taking all your time, but you were hoping to spend some time with your boy now that he was back.

You were surprised when your fiancée showed up at your house unannounced. You were trying to find a way to tell Billy about Tabitha. You met her when Billy was at camp, and you hired her as a publicist for the vineyard. And even you yourself were surprised when she asked you out. Many dates later, you were engaged to be married. You tried not to think about it so much, and to remember Tabitha's words, saying that Billy would be happy to have two mother figures, that she would help you take care of him because she had a freer schedule than yours. Honestly, you were surprised that she was in love with you.

Natasha, your best friend and housekeeper, gave you an incredulous and debauched look when you told her about your engagement, but didn't question you. You imagined that she just wanted to make fun of you.

Tabitha told you that you should tell her about the engagement right away, like ripping off a band aid. You were trying to find the right moment.

When you and Billy went out riding, you decided to tell him, hoping that he would be happy. You were a little nervous, finding it strange when he didn't even remember your usual camping trip before the end of the summer, but you thought he was just distracted.

- Hey honey, I want to tell you something. - You said, and he looked away from the vineyard in front of him and looked at you curiously. - What do you think of Tabitha?

- Like what, Mom? - He replies. - Your publicist? Your friend?

- No, dear, just what you think of her as a person. - You clarify a bit awkwardly.

Billy thought for a few seconds.

- Well, she's pretty, has good teeth and nice hair. She can spell. - He replied. - But honestly, Mom, she's a complete stranger to me. Why do you want my opinion?

You hesitated for a moment, and swallowed your nervousness. 

- Well, Billy, I'll tell you why. - You said with a trembling voice. - Because believe it or not...

- Race to the house, Mom! - He shouted, interrupting you and riding away at high speed.

You choked in surprise, as you shouted that you were trying to tell him something, but he kept riding away. You mumbled to yourself, as you rode after him.

When you finally reached the house, Natasha was crying. You ran up to her to ask if she was all right, but she just smiled, saying that they were tears of happiness, that Billy was so big and healthy. You frowned in confusion, but you were too distracted in telling your son that you were getting married to think much about it. And then Natasha left the room saying that she was going to prepare a special lunch for you both, and you sat with Billy on the sofa.

- Honey, we need to talk now. - You told him, trying to sound serious and gentle at the same time. Billy just nodded. - Honey, I want to know how you feel about Tabatha being part of the family.

- Part of our family?

- Yes.

- I think it's incredible. - He said, and you felt a wave of relief wash over your body.

- Really?

- Totally, Mom! It's a dream! - he said excitedly. - I always wanted a big sister!

It was as if a bucket of cold water had fallen on your head.

- Honey, I don't... I think you've got it wrong.

- No, mommy! I love it! - He says. - We're going to adopt Tabitha! That's so sweet, Mom.

- No, honey. - You deny it flatly. - I'm not adopting her. I'm marrying her.

It takes a second, and then Billy lets out a mixed exclamation of surprise and anger, getting up from the couch.

- Marry her? That's crazy! - he shouts. - How can you marry someone who is young enough to be my sister?

And then he starts shouting in a language you think is Russian as he paces in circles around the room, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

- Honey, calm down! - you ask, pulling him gently towards you. - And since when do you speak Russian?

- I learned it at camp. - He answers quickly, and then assumes an almost hurt expression. - You can't get married, Mama! It will ruin everything!

And he lets go of your grip, rushing out of the room. You let out a sigh of dissatisfaction, thinking about how it all went wrong, and throw yourself on the sofa. Natasha looks at you from the kitchen door.

- That was shameful. - She comments.

- He thought I was going to adopt her. - You retort with your eyes closed and your head against the pillows.

- That's exactly why it was embarrassing. - She scoffs, laughing softly. You don't answer, beginning to feel a slight headache forming.

You barely have time to absorb the whole conversation, when you hear a radio noise in the distance. But a few minutes, and Tabitha enters the room, sitting on your lap.

- Hello, sweetie. - She said - You look stressed.

And then she kissed you, wrapping both hands around your neck. You really just wanted to go back to bed. You let out an unsatisfied sigh, interrupting the kiss. Tabitha looked at you curiously.

- I told Billy about our wedding. - You said, and she seemed excited.

- And how was it?

- Horrible! - you said, upset. - He was furious. He yelled at me in Russian, and I didn't even know he spoke Russian!

Tabitha let out a giggle.

- Take it easy, sweetie. - She said, rubbing her hands on your shoulders. - It's a very common reaction. I'd be worried if he didn't have a reaction like that. - She argues, and begins to deposit kisses against your collarbone. You appreciate the touch, even if they don't really affect you that much. - Let me talk to him. He needs to know that I'm not an enemy.

You let out a low grumble, running your right hand over your eyes.

- Okay, Tabi. - You agree. - But be gentle.

She giggles mischievously, giving you a kiss before getting up. You sink your face into your hands as she leaves, feeling tired.

It's been a few days since you told Billy about your marriage. He hasn't mentioned it again, but he is treating you normally. Tabitha told you that the conversation went well, and you believed her.

Now you are packing your bags, getting ready to go for a weekend in the Hamptons, where Tabitha's parents, whom you haven't met yet, will be staying. You have a strange feeling, as if something is going to happen, but you can't tell what it is. 

And when you drive to the hotel, you sit with Billy in the back seat while Natasha drives, and you share some snacks. Billy also begs you to take Krypto, and you agree while ruffling his hair.

Tabitha's parents seem nice, you think. They greet you quite enthusiastically, and you are embarrassed when Tabitha slips her hand to your buttocks for a moment when you hug. 

After you check in, you and Tabitha say goodbye to her parents temporarily as they leave toward the bar, and you both make your way to the elevator to your rooms, with Billy and Natasha following a bit behind as they try to get Krypto to obey. Tabitha is particularly needy today, and you wish she wouldn't cling to you so much in such a crowded place, feeling uncomfortable. 

As you press the elevator button for your floor, while Tabitha snuggles up to you, you look toward the lobby and widen your eyes in surprise. Your ex-wife, Wanda Maximoff is standing in the center of the lobby, and she waves to you just before the elevator door closes completely. You think you are hallucinating, and wonder if you have finally lost your mind.

Tabitha continues kissing your collarbone, but you are completely disconnected from reality. When you arrive at your room, she pulls you inside, trying to take off your clothes.

- No, darling. I'm sorry. - You deny it, pushing her hands away as you try to think of a plausible excuse. - I need to see if everything is okay with Billy and Nat, okay? We'll see about that later.

Tabitha pouts, but lets you go, strutting sensuously into the bathroom. You smile awkwardly, then leave the room. 

You look around as if you're looking for someone, and you really are. And then you bump into Billy in the hallway.

- Hey baby! - You greet him by bending down to his height and putting your hands on his shoulders. - I'm going to go to the lobby. Do me a favor and look after Tabitha for me, will you?

- All right, Mom. 

- Oh, honey. - You say hesitantly. - How do I look? Do I look good?

Billy smiles, giving you a thumbs-up.

- You look beautiful, Mom.

- Okay, okay. - You say clumsily, and mess up his hair before heading back toward the elevator.

When you reach the lobby, you look around, trying to locate Wanda around. And you're startled to see Billy again.

- Honey, I thought you were going to keep Tabitha company. - You say, and he looks slightly nervous.  But you're not really paying attention.

- I will, Mom. - He says, looking around quickly. - I'm just trying to find her.

- Okay. - You mumble without really listening to him. - I'll walk around here, and see you upstairs.

But then Billy hugs you tight around the waist.

- It's good to see you, Mom. - He whispered, and you frowned in confusion, but smiled, bending down to return the hug quickly.

- It's good to see you too, honey. - You joked, and pulled him away slightly to make sure he was all right. He looked happy.

- It's okay, Mom, you can go. - He said, and you ruffled his hair before heading off in the opposite direction, looking around with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

The hotel was quite large, and you had been looking for many minutes by the time you got to the pool area.

And then you saw her, in all her glory, coming down the stairs on the opposite side from where you were standing. A smile slipped from your lips at the same moment, and you felt your heart race. Wanda looked just as beautiful as the last time you saw her, almost twelve years ago.

Your feet moved automatically, but it seemed that suddenly all the people in the pool area were in your way to get to her. You heard Natasha call out to you, warning you to be careful, but then you are bumping into one of the waiters, stumbling backwards and falling into one of the pools.

You think Billy screamed in surprise, but you kept following Wanda through the water, she noticed you with all this commotion.

Coming out of the pool, completely drenched, you let out a happy sigh as you stopped in front of her. 

You should be grinning like an idiot, but Wanda also seemed amazed to see you. 

- Wanda. - You sighed.

- Hi Y/N.

- Wow, there you are. - You said, still impressed. Wanda just smiled at you, equally embarrassed. - Sorry, something's happened that I don't know about. I'm completely surprised to see you, but you don't seem surprised to see me at all. - You say and Wanda looks away quickly. - I haven't seen, or known anything about you for ten or maybe eleven years. And suddenly on the same day...

- Hi Mom. - Billy interrupts you, and you look at him in surprise. - I can explain why she's here.

- Honey, do you... do you know who she is? 

- Actually, I do. - He says, smiling awkwardly. - And actually, I'm not Billy.

- Actually, I am. 

You choke in surprise to see your two twins together, next to each other.

- What... You two...

- You and Mom must think alike, because you sent us to the same camp. - Billy says. You feel your heart racing, still completely in shock. - We met there, and everything came up.

- They switched places, Y/N. - Clarified Wanda beside you.

You let out a sigh.

- You mean I was with Tommy all this time? - you ask with emotion in your voice.

- Well, I wanted to know what you were like. - Tommy said. - And Billy wanted to know what Mom was like. Are you angry?

- Honey of course not. - You denied it by bending down to his height. - I just can't believe it's you, look how much you've grown. - You say happily, pulling him into a tight hug. You pull him away a moment later to look at his face tenderly, running your fingers over his cheeks. - My boy looks so handsome.

Tommy smiles at you, and then releases your grip, returning to his brother's side.

- And you, Billy, have you been in London all this time? - you ask, and he shrugs. You let out a short laugh before hugging him tightly. - I can't believe you're together.

- Mom is awesome, Mom. - Says Billy looking at you. - I don't know how you let her get away.

You laugh uncomfortably, then let him go.

- Boys, let me and your mother talk for a moment, okay? - Wanda asks with a smile. Billy and Tommy nod slightly, and you put your hands in your pockets awkwardly as you and Wanda walk around the pool until you sit on one of the benches, facing each other. You think you should try to stop smiling so much, but this must be the happiest you've been in twelve years.

- I can't believe this. - You comment, biting your lips for a moment. - Seeing them together. Seeing you.

Wanda giggles, a slight redness in her cheeks.

- How are you, Wands? - you ask, and realize that the nickname escapes your lips with ease. - Or does everyone call you Miss Maximoff now?

She smiles, a little awkwardly, denying it with her head.

- My brother still calls me Wands. - She says. - You can call me whatever you like. - She smiles awkwardly. 

- And how is Pietro? - you find yourself asking. You were overflowing with curiosity, wanting to absorb as much of Wanda as possible, afraid that she would disappear at any moment. - Is he married?

- Oh no. - She giggles. - Pietro lives with me now. He retired from racing. He goes on casual dates, but he says he doesn't want anything serious.

- You haven't changed a bit. - You comment, looking at her adoringly. God, she looks so beautiful.

- There you are! I've been looking all over for you! - says a female voice startling you both. You look away from Wanda quickly, Tabitha looks at you both with a frown. - Good, you have met. Honey, Miss Maximoff designs wedding dresses, and she's going to make... Wait, how do you two know each other? And honey, why are you all wet?

You and Wanda stand up awkwardly, you run your hand straight down the back of your neck, trying to think how exactly to explain, feeling Tabitha's confused gaze on you.

- You are going to make my fiancee's dress. - You say, turning to Wanda.

- I didn't know she was your fiancée. - She retorts.

- How we met... How I know you... - You turn to Tabitha again, trying to find a way to tell her. - How do you two know each other?

- Sorry, am I missing something here? - Tabitha asks with narrowed eyes.

- You know, this world is so small. - You comment with a wry smile.

- How small? - She replies seriously.

- Hello, Tabitha. - says Tommy, appearing next to the blonde. She greets him back, but then looks at you waiting for your answer.

- How are you? - Billy asks, appearing on the other side, and Tabitha jumps in fright.

- How... - She spins her body around quickly, varying her gaze and finger pointing between Billy and Tommy. - Two of them... How?

- So, did I ever mention that Billy was a twin?

- You forgot that little detail. - She replies with slight irritation in her voice, looking at you and crossing her arms.

- Don't be upset. - said Tommy. - She didn't tell me either. And by the way, I'm not Billy. He is. - He explained. - I was pretending to be him, while he was pretending to be me.

- And that's our other mother over there. - Said Tommy quickly pointing to the redhead next to you. - Wanda Maximoff.

Wanda smiled, but Tabitha didn't look happy at all.

- Is that your mother? - she asked incredulously. The boys nodded in agreement. - Were you two married?

- Yes. - Both of you confirmed clumsily.

- Oh, yes. Small world indeed. - Tabitha says.

- It just got smaller. - You comment nervously.

- And what a coincidence that we are all here together at the same weekend. - She adds wryly, while the boys exchange a mischievous glance. - Can I talk to you privately, Y/N?

You nod slightly as she turns and walks away, and then you turn to Wanda.

- It was ... it's ... good. Good to see you. - You say awkwardly, Wanda smiles and nods slightly. - We... I don't know...

- Go change your clothes and talk to your fiancée. - She pokes you lightly. But her gaze is not malicious. - We'll talk later.

By the time you reached Tabitha, she was already entering the elevators. You think you should be worried, but you just feel uncomfortable. You want to go back to the pool and talk to Wanda. Tabitha doesn't say anything until you are in your suite. Then she yells at you. You think she said something about trust, but you're not really listening. And then Tabitha slams the door on her way out, and you have a smile on your face, thinking of Wanda.

Tommy and Billy insist that the four of you have dinner together. And honestly, you make no effort to find excuses not to go. 

And then you find yourself standing in front of the hotel, completely breathless at the image of your ex-wife wearing a red dress that embraces her in all the right places.

You feel embarrassed, not knowing exactly what to say or do, but Wanda lets you hold her arm as you walk together toward the harbor, the boys ahead of you.

And then you approach a big ship, and you feel your heart soar.

- Is that ?

- Yes. - Wanda confirms with a smile, looking as surprised as you are.

Parked in the harbor is the same ship you met twelve years ago. As you walk up the stairs, Wanda asks how the boys managed to get all this, and they just say they pooled their allowance with a little help from Uncle Pietro and Aunt Nat, which makes you and Wanda laugh.

When you arrive at one of the private dining rooms inside the ship, the boys guide you both inside, and you frown as you look at the dining table.

- Darlings, why are there only two chairs? - you ask, looking at your sons. They exchange mischievous glances.

- We're not having dinner with you. - says Billy.

- What? - Wanda asks

- I should have known better. - You make a humorous remark. 

 - Come on, Mom. Don't be angry. - asks Tommy without looking the least bit sorry for his little plot. - We think you two have a lot to talk about.

You let out a sigh, agreeing. The boys leave a short time later, and you and Wanda sit down at a small table. It is an intimate and romantic dinner, and brings up feelings you have held for a long time.

- Are you okay with this, Wands? - you ask as soon as you are settled at the table. - With dinner I say. With me.

Wanda giggles.

- I'm the one who should be asking you that. - She says. - You're the one getting married.

The teasing makes something in your stomach turn nervously, and you give her an embarrassed smile and look away from her to the table. And then Pietro and Nat enter the room, dressed as waiters, and you both let out surprised exclamations.

- I won't even ask. - You joke, but the two of you just smile politely.

- Good evening, madames. - says Pietro. You notice how much older he looks since you last saw him. - We'll be serving dinner for you tonight.

- And these are the hors d'oeuvres. - Nat says as she places a few items on the table. You look at the dishes with curiosity, and are happy to see that they all look delicious.

They leave next, and you and Wanda exchange a look of amusement. You both sample a few things, and then you find yourself looking at Wanda again. She smiles when she notices.

- You want to ask me something. - she says with a smile. - Just ask.

- It's not a question, I think. - You say after a moment, trying to clarify your thoughts. Being with Wanda makes everything seem like background. - I was just wondering, how did this happen?

Wanda takes a sip of wine, raising her eyebrows slightly.

- What exactly happened? - she replies. - The ship? The children? The dinner?

You giggle, slumping back in your chair.

- Us, Wanda. - You say. - What happened to us?

Wanda looks away from you, looking slightly upset. 

- I don't know Y/N. - She answers. - We were so young, immature and so, so temperamental. We both said stupid things. - She says with a slight nostalgia. - And then I left, and you didn't come after me.

She finishes her sentence with a quick sad smile, and you feel your stomach drop.

- I didn't think you would want this.

Wanda shrugged, a glint in her eyes that you couldn't read.

- It really doesn't matter anymore.

And then Pietro and Nat are back with the main courses, and you look away from Wanda quickly, an immense feeling of guilt and regret in your chest. 

You have a lot to think about, but it has been so long, and now you had a fiancée, a life that went on without Wanda. You let out a sigh, raising your hand to the glass of wine, and turning it over in your mouth with a single gulp.

You ate in silence for a while, the food was tasty, but you thought you two had become quiet because of the conversation. But then Wanda looked at you again.

- What will happen now that they know? - Wanda asked, and you frowned slightly.

- Why would that be a problem?

 - We live in different countries. - She clarified. - What are we going to do, half of the year I stay with Billy, and the other half with Tommy?

You laughed awkwardly, running your hands through your hair.

- Wow, this is a terrible idea. - You declare and Wanda raises her eyebrow slightly. - The kids will never accept this. We'll just have to find a way to make it work.

You're starting to get a migraine thinking about everything.

- Maybe... things could stay the same. - she says. - And then they visit each other on vacation.

You nod in agreement. You hold the smile on your face even as you feel a great wave of nervousness at the thought that it was settled: Wanda would return to London, she would be out of your life again. 

You finish dinner in a polite and friendly way, not talking any more. You think you might cry, but you drink more wine to calm your body. 

When you and Wanda say good-bye in the hotel lobby, you kiss her cheek, and see in her eyes the same sadness and longing that you have.

You are trying not to get angry with your children, even though they are stubborn brats. You have already checked out of the hotel, and were getting ready to leave, when Tommy and Billy came down from their rooms to say goodbye. And then they matched clothes, and refused to say who is who so that you could leave.

- This is absolutely ridiculous, boys. - You comment next to Wanda. - Your mother will miss her flight.

But your children just kept their arms crossed, and you let out an impatient grumble.

- Kids, what's this about now? - Wanda asked. - Even if I miss the flight, eventually Tommy will come with me.

The boys exchanged a thoughtful look.

- We want everyone together at the camp at the end of the summer vacation. - Said one of the boys, you thought it might be Billy, but you weren't sure.

- And when we get back, we'll tell you who's who. - Completed the brother, maybe this was Billy.

- I have an even better idea! - you exclaim. - You obey your mothers and Tommy goes back to London as we agreed.

And that's how you ended up in a car with Wanda, and your two sons, and your fiancée heading for home. Tabitha was not at all happy about the whole situation.