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alreadyjackbestfriend · 2 years

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can you write something about the reader and jack getting into a super bad argument about fame getting to his head? let’s say he’s treating the reader differently, not prioritizing his family, etc. (not that he’d ever do that ofc 🥰😂)

just another celebrity

GENRE: angst

i think i didn't really like how this turned out, but i really hope you do😭

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“I’m so sorry Maggie” you told your mother in law after you finished your second glass of wine.

she sighed, "it's not your fault, dear"

“I still feel guilty, it was my idea”

“this is only jack's responsibility" she reaffirmed, putting her hand on top of yours on the table, giving you a warm, but sad smile.

A few days ago it had been Jack's birthday, and you thought that the best thing was that he celebrate that day with his friends, and that on the weekend, he could have a quiet dinner with the two most important women in his life: his mom and you.

Thing is, Jack hadn't shown up.

“should we order?” Maggie said, taking you by surprise. You had thought that after her son stood her up, she would just want to go home.

“oh, I thought you wanted to go home" you confessed.

“we are already here, y/n, in nice dresses, in a nice restaurant, let's not waste the opportunity”

You smiled sadly at her, “okay” you nodded.

after having dinner with jack's mom, and doing your best to keep it from being a sad evening, you came home exhausted and upset. This wasn't the first time Jack had failed you in this way, and you were starting to get frustrated. Also, you never imagined that he could also fail his own mother.

You were already sleeping when you felt Jack's body fall onto the bed with a thud, not caring if he woke you up or not. You didn't turn around anyway, and when you felt him kiss your hair and wrap an arm around your waist, you could only clench your jaw and force yourself back to sleep.

The next morning, Jack was still in the same position, and you removed his arm from your waist without any delicacy, however, Jack continued to sleep as if nothing had happened.

you showered, put clothes on and went down to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast. when you sat at the kitchen table and started looking at your phone while you ate, you came across some photos that made you abruptly drop your spoon.

Last night you had felt anger, but now you could feel the sadness closing your throat. As you watched Jack surrounded by celebrities at what appeared to be a second birthday party, you wondered if that man smiling in the photos was the same man you fell in love with.

You began to remember the last few months, all the times that he had been late, all the greeting kisses that he had returned without taking his eyes off his phone, all the nights that you had slept alone because he was at a party that he couldn't miss because there would be that celebrity and that celebrity.

all those times it hurt, but never like this. You know it was DRAKE, you know it was DOJA CAT, and a bunch of other celebrities, but were they more important than his mom?

you kept looking at the photos in case you found Urban in any of them, or if he had taken some, or maybe some members of PG, but nobody was, so... his best friends weren't invited either?

“morning baby” Jack's voice made you jump, and he kissed your hair without even realizing it, quickly turning to the fridge to get something to eat.

“where were you last night?” you replied, not bothering to greet him. You could see his brow furrowed as he looked back at you.

“in a party?”

“And, by any chance, did you have your phone with you?”

“where are you going with this?" he asked, as if he was already bored with the conversation.

“we had agreed to have dinner with your mom last night, jack. we waited for you for almost three hours”

“I don't remember when we agreed on that, y/n, but I'm sure mom will understand, I'll call her in a bit”

“yes, she will understand, but not me”

“please, y/n, let's not make this bigger than it is” he replied, rolling his eyes.

you opened your eyes wide, not believing what he was telling you. "You really don't care about standing us up for hours? Don't you feel even… a little bit of guilt?" you said, gesturing with your hands.

"I'm sorry, babe" he said, but anyone could tell that he was just saying it out of commitment, you didn't see a bit of regret in his eyes, he wasn't even trying to sound believable.

"I... I don't think I recognize you anymore, jack" you said almost in a whisper, and you saw how he snorted.

"you're really making a drama, y/n"

"I don’t think so. The Jack that I knew had his mother as his number one priority, he had his usual circle of friends that he took everywhere with him, if he had commitments with the people he loved, he would arrive on time. The Jack that I met at least took his eyes off his cell phone when he greeted me"

"I'm still like that, y/n, I can't believe you're doing this scene for one mistake!"

"one mistake? one mistake?” you said, beginning to breathe heavily, as you stood up from your chair “and what about everything else I just mentioned? what about dinner with my parents a month ago when you were an hour late, or when I broke my foot three months ago, but you found out the next day because you didn’t answer the damn phone?!" you said, touching his chest with your index finger with each word, in an accusing way. After months, your frustration causing you to vomit words without being able to stop, “oh! and how to forget when you arrived drunk at your brother's birthday and fell asleep on the couch because you had been celebrating I don't know what with fucking Adam Levine! can't stand that guy, by the way” the last part almost made jack laugh, you were so angry that you didn't even care anymore if you mentioned things that had nothing to do with the matter, "oh, are you amused? So you still don't understand everything I just told you?"

Jack had never seen you like this, and with your last sentence he began to realize the seriousness of the situation, but not completely. he tried to hug you and tell you he was sorry a thousand times, but you didn't let him.

“This is not going to be fixed with a couple of kisses and a gift, Jack... I think I've put up with too much… you are not the person that I fell in love with, the kind, the humble and nice man that I fell in love with. Now you're... now you're just another celebrity” you said, before walking out of the house, leaving Jack confused and heartbroken on the kitchen floor.

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i think i found out yesterday about adam levine's infidelity… i live in a country that hates him so, DID WE LIE? 💀

#jack harlow fic #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow angst #requested

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bearseulgs · 2 years

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enhypen's reaction to their s/o accidentally calling them their husband

gn!reader x ot7

genre: fluff

wc: 1029

warnings: mentions of food

requested!! tysm

Heeseung

y'all were just chillin on the floor watchin tv

why weren't you sitting on the couch you ask?? bc it's pride month and i said so

anyways he got up to grab y'all snacks bc like you're hungry watching tv is honest work

and he comes back with your favorite easy food platter and you turned into the 🥺 emoji

"thank you Hee 🥺🥺 you make such a good husband"

you didn't even process what you said but he just stared at you

suddenly your eyes widen in realization

"oh dearie, i didn't mean to say that, i'm sorry, oh goll-"

"it's okay, i liked it ☺️"

HE WHAT ?:!:?3?3!3!

heart rate movin like gas prices rn 📈📈📈

Jay

Jay is the ULTIMATE husband material

like if there was a manual written on how to be a good husband, it'd be modeled after Jay and mans ain't even married

so are we that surprised that you couldn't help but think the same thing??

anyways, he had the afternoon off of work and wanted to do smth nice for you aw

so he decided to make a home-cooked meal to greet you with when you came home from work 🥹🥹 gimme someone like him

you get home and find your fav dishes laid out across the table and a smiley Jay sitting patiently in his seat

you eat the meal and by the end you're just so filled with gratitude and accidentally let smth that you think about slip

"thank you so much for this Jay, you're the perfect husband"

😦😦 big shock from Jay

he's a tad flustered but tells you you're the perfect spouse too and that soon enough that'll come true ;) WHAT 😱

Jake

he already calls you wifey/hubby all the time

so it was just a matter of time before you slip up and say it back

and slip up you do

you're getting ready for a date w Jakey and when you show up looking good he's over here like :0 <333

and so ofc he had to compliment his lovely s/o 🥰

"yoo wifey/hubby/whatevs you look amazing!!"

"thanks hubby, you ain't too bad yourself"

😶 oh em gee

play dumb

"YOU SAID IT"

"said what"

"YOU CALLED ME HUBBY"

"who called who what?"

not that dumb!

he doesn't let it go for the rest of the evening so ig you're calling him hubby now

Sunghoon

okay tbh,,,

this wasn't an accident

but you were gonna play it off like one

you were determined to break your bf's cocky facade

(i'm a firm believer in easily flustered Hoon)

so you came up with the most perfectest plan ever slay 💪💯

y'all had planned a day off of work to just chill and do like normal coupley jazz and whatevs, like sleeping til noon and running to the convenience store and binging stranger things steve harrington date me pls haha what

and so y'all were at the convenience store grabbing snacks for your 7 hour st marathon

and when y'all went to check out your haul ended up being way more expensive than you had planned

and you were like :(( i can't pay for all this :(( i have to pay rent and stuff (idk i'm not an adult i'm still in hs)

but Hoonie payed for you aw 💞💞

as y'all were walking back to your apartment OUTTA THE BLUE you were like "you're such a great husband, Hoonie"

mans stopped dead in his tracks

"a great,,, what?"

YOU THOUGHT YOU DID SMTH WRONG AT FIRST but no he was just shocked

many cuddles for you when y'all get home

Sunoo

it was so sunny out lately, making it the perfect weather for a picnic date!!

you were looking forward to it all week, so as soon as the weekend hit you were preparing

Saturday morning you put on the cutest outfit ever looking so slayful purr 😘

and you biked to the picnic location with your picnic basket in your,,, bike basket

we need another word for basket

MOVING ON you arrive to see Sunoo sitting on the blanket he laid out looking cute as ever

"what husband material"

"what"

oops that was supposed to stay in the drafts (read: thoughts) 🫢

he knows he's cute tho so he just smiles and says "right back at you" omg

i want him so bad

Jungwon

you recently got a new job woohoo go you!!

so ofc Wonie wanted to treat you

he woke up extra extra early to make you breakfast in bed 🥺🥺

and he came in with a tray of pancakes and coffee and fruits and any of your other favs

you were legit abt to cry from his sweetness

you made him eat some too bc this is his creation and he should enjoy some of it

when you finished you were still kinda sleepy bc it was still rather early

so you just cuddled up and said "you're gonna be a great husband" without thinking

he stiffened up but you were asleep before he said anything so he just stayed quiet and look at you lovingly aw

Ni-ki

Riki your mortal enemy

and also your boyfie 💞💞

we love the duality

that's unrelated but i think you deserve to know

anyways Riki was over at your place

and y'all were like "let's bake cookies 🥰🥰"

but Riki started MIXING UP YOUR SPICES the horror so you exiled him to the living room to play games ❌

y'all could still converse tho and converse you did

anyways at one point while you were balling the batter up to put on the baking pan your bffie called

and obvi you picked up bc that's your bestie forget the boyfie

you forgot that you and your friend tended to refer to your partners as your spouses and also forgot to tell them that Riki was over

so when they asked "how's the husband" you immediately responded with "he's great, he's actually over here right now"

then the realization hit ",,,and he can hear me"

he's so cocky abt it but only to cover up his adoration for you

a/n: writing tip!! if ur ever stuck on a wip just listen to metallica <33

©️ bearseulgs 2022

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justaredheadf1fan · 11 months

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Literally back at Montmeló this year 😎

Hello there from the sunny/stormy/rainy/cloudy, no-one-knows-what-else Barcelona!

Marina and I are back at the Barcelona-Catalunya Montmeló race track, but unlike last year, we’re now enjoying the view from the first rows of the Main Stands of the track. We thought it best since last year we nearly melted under the 36º sun without any cover on the stands. What we didn’t know is that the Main Stand doesn’t completely cover you from the sun/rain, at least not where we are seating. We might get it right next season 🤣

Anyway, so this time around we’ve come pretty early plus we’ve actually tried our best to see what was going on around the Fan Zone and we’ve seen a couple of drivers talking…. What a fucking delight. Seriously. Despite the blazing sun, the melting heat (I truly thought my skull was disintegrating) and some truly stupid people, the experience was fantastic. I was honestly surprised by some of the drivers, who we didn’t expect at all to be so sweet and nice and 🥰 Others were as we expected, others we obviously ADORED and there was one I didn’t want to see, and luckily we didn’t. I guess that’s all the luck we’re gonna get this weekend.

Lando and Oscar were meh. I didn’t like any of them. I already didn’t, but yesterday solidified my opinion on them. BUT the biggest surprises for me were Alex and Logan, they were like the sweetest guys ever. Alex already gives that vibe although I didn’t quite like him, but Logan really is like the nicest dude. He might not be the best driver, but they both won me over.

Zhou, Valtteri, Nyck and Yuki made the rest of my day. Not so much into Valtteri (nothing against the guy, he’s just there, he’s nice and that’s it), but Zhou, Nyck and Yuki are the CUTEST. God, how could we not!? Adorable. We even saw Toto speaking right before FP2 and man does that guy have a hold on my heart now. He’s hypnotic.

Today we saw more interesting drivers in the morning, starting with our favorite Frenchmen, Estie Bestie and Pierre. People were booing at them even to their faces, which was very annoying since none of them deserved it at all, but many of us tried to make them feel the best we could, and apparently we managed so that was good. We had the Ferrari boys just afterwards and saying that Charles is the cutest and a sweetheart is an understatement. How can I love someone that much? I could eat his face when he smiles. He even tried saying a couple things in Spanish and it was so funny and adorable, and Carlos even played along calling him “icónico”. It was a beautiful thing.

Afterwards came Kevin, Nico and Checo. Yes, only Checo. We manifested, we thought that maybe if he saw how they started treating Esteban and Pierre in the beginning, that he might get a worse treatment than that (and I can confirm he would’ve), so we hoped he wouldn’t show up. Prayers were answered, my friends. Never liked Checo but I have to give it to him that he was fun to watch, making jokes and being super nice. Obviously Kevin and Nico were fantastic. I can’t stress enough how beautiful they’re in person, especially Kevin. It’s insane how gorgeous he looks in person, so ethereal, so unbothered. Absolute winner. They had a very cool moment at the end. Overall, 10/10 would recommend these guys.

Lastly, we had Lewis and George in front of us. Absolute angel, Lewis. The purest heart. The purest smile. Just grateful for all the support. I can’t say anything that’ll do him justice, because there’s not. Nothing’s enough.”

I’m not really gonna comment on the FP sessions because watching all of it live and having the big screens so far away this time (further and also smaller than you’d think, believe me) we haven’t even seen most of the footage and we have missed quite a bit of images and details to be able to comment properly. However, it mostly went smoothly except maybe FP3 since it started raining and poor Logan crashed. He looked defeated afterwards when he came back to the pitlane.

Anyway, so I’ll update tomorrow with a few pictures of the straight in front of the pitlane. We’ll see how it goes 🤞🏻

Peace out!

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meat-the-sullivans · 1 year

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Candy just be sending Cade texts during school complaining how boring it is without him and keeping him up to date on annoying kids and teachers lmao

but also positive stuff, like immediately letting him know when she got a good grade in French or a teacher told her she did a good job

and obviously stuff like

"bully X was super rude to person Y so I shared some bonbons with them 🥰"

"also, kinda off-topic, but later that day they were send home due to stomach cramps and vomiting 🤔"

ooor

"someone's been stealing my food, and today I took some chocolate I made myself, but it disappeared from my bag 😩"

"either way, this one kid apparently shit his pants during an exam after lunch lol"

Cade rolls his eyes at his phone, sticking it back into his pocket. A certain headsick, cotton Candy girl had been texting him all afternoon while he was stuck at work with his brother.

He chuckled under his breath as he went back to skinning the deer head he was working on. Demetri poked his head in through the back, checking in on his younger brother.

“I’m pleasantly surprised to see your almost finished” the older man commented.

“I’m not incompetent, you know this.” Cade glared at his brother.

“It was a compliment, but if you’re going to be hostile about it-“

“What do you want Sully, or did you come back here just to shadow me?”

Sully lets out a sigh.

“I was going to tell you perhaps I was too harsh the other day. You’ve shown initiative and have taken this first week of suspension quite well. All things considering.”

“But I had to go and run my mouth, got it. So what, now I have to work here when I’m back at school too?”

Demitri slowly pulls the clever out of his hand and places it flat on the metal table. Forcing the youngest boys attention to be solely on him.

“You done?”

Cade just nods, letting out a huff.

“A friend of mine brought it to my attention, that perhaps it would be beneficial for you to socialise more with other children your age. I didn’t have many friends when I was your age either, and it’s not fair of me to keep you locked up in here all day. You’re free to go.”

Cade fidgeted with his hands, missing the weight of the heavy knife in his palm.

“What’s the catch?”

“You help on the weekends, so I can spend more time with your niece. She’s acting up in school as well and refusing to speak English. Dipper requires more attention.”

“What is with these Americans, now it’s wrong to not want to speak this stupid language? Dipper didn’t do shit.”

“I’m not saying I agree with them, but we have to follow the rules if we want to stay here Cade, you know this. Stop being facetious, you’re plenty old enough to understand how these things work. You remember what father taught you?”

“Of course I do, he only beat it into me everyday.” Cade hissed, “fine. Can I go?”

Sully looked toward the doorway to dismiss the younger boy.

“Tell miss Walker I said hello.”

Cade paused in the doorway, not bothering to look back at his brother.

“How did you-“

“Your ears flush pink when you’re thinking about her- you’re not as immune to human emotions as you think…”

Cade grumbled under his breath, shoving the door open with force and ripping off his apron, throwing it down on the counter. Few people got under his nerves as consistently as his brother and came out of the interaction unscathed.

Cade decided it was best to lay low for a while, and stay on Sully’s good side. But it didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun. He pulled out his phone to text the one person who was worth anything in this town.

Candy:

Those idiots deserved it, nice work by the way. The test and those goons. Study session in the park tonight.

It wasn’t phrased as a question and he hoped Candy would understand that. He wanted to see her tonight, but he knew much studying wouldn’t be done. Cade needed to decompress, his annoyance was on high and she’s the only thing that made a lick of sense to this boy.

#ask cade #slasher oc #the sullivan killers #cade sullivan #slasher verse #Cade x Candy

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adrena-dine · 2 years

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Belgian GP : a summary

Charity match with Sebastian and Mick. Seb did terribly but we forgive him 🫶🏼

Daniel leaves McLaren, sad but expected

Charles grid penalty. Max grid penalty. Valtteri grid penalty. Esteban grid penalty. Norris grid penalty. Mick grid penalty. Guanyu grid penalty. Everybody GRID PENALTY

Lewis mysterious new account 😳 (it was a clothing and it’s already ✨ out of stock ✨)

Yuki said that he regrets not having spent his holidays with Pierre. Yukierre is thriving as always.

Guanyu fashion icon always

Valtteri too (I love the camping fit like go off king!!!)

Daniel hasn’t got a seat, but Guenther called him and Omar is drinking coffee at McLaren, things were getting spicy hihi

Pierre 100tb GP 🥰

Magnussen engine YEET

Charles’ car in FP3 YEET

Charles made checo ate dust, yummy

Alonso saying that alpine didn’t want anymore bc he’s old. It’s the drama for me.

Omar saying that Fernando blatantly lied to them sksksksksk

Alpine vs Oscar whose gonna win ?

Alex contract extension for SEVERAL years with Williams 🥰🥰🥰

Lewis said no to the medic and got ✨scolded✨

Someone proposed in front of Esteban ??? Goals

After a lot of complains, Spa is going to be on calendar next year 🥳🥳🥳

Carlos pole !!! VAMOS CARLOS !!!

Charles got told everything by journalists this weekend from his place on the grid to his penalty 💀

Daniel sat alone before the drivers parade just broke my heart

And then he did the same before the race and George, Mick and Alex joined him, what a bunch of sweethearts 🥹

Oh and Alex and George took this opportunity tu blatantly FLIRTED in front of the entire world, bc you know there’s no better place to be who they are (I loved it)

Lando watching TV while he’s driving ? Man I can’t even check my blind spots and turn at the same time 💀

Ferrari messing up one more time, but who’s surprised now ?

No rain for once 🤧

Lewis out at the first lap, my man flew out

Alonso clashing Lewis. Are we in 2007 ?

Charles having someone’s tear off in his brakes and forcing him to pit (it was Max’s)

Mick going 🙄🙄🙄 when told about his car’s performance. We stan a sassy king

QUESTION

George amazing race 👏🏼

Pierre amazing recovery since his car said « no ❤️🥰 » when they tried to start it ON THE GRID

Valterri and Nicholas just colliding with each other. Just like that 🤷🏻‍♀️

Charles be like « look at me, I’m the strategist now »

A battle of three between Ocon, Vettel and Gasly 🤩

Max amazing comeback 😳 and won. Another time hihi

Ferrari had (1) right call to make and they ✨didn’t✨

Charles being told on live TV he has a penalty and drop out one more place

Oh and the team didn’t came to celebrate with Carlos for his podium. Nice.

Mick’s ass was on fire apparently 🥴🥴

I’d like to thank this entire GP for the GIGA number of memes it provided

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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Another story about the gala. Your Strawberry

Surprise

Nervously, she knocked on his office door. Hearing a soft "come in", she opened the door and slipped into the room. Smiling, he looked towards her. "Are you ready?" he asked, noticing her nervous look. He stood up and came towards her. As he stood in front of her, he tenderly clasped her shoulders. "What's wrong?" he wanted to know.

"I'm really excited," she admitted. He frowned. "Why?" "It's my first gala," she interjected, rolling her eyes. He smiled at her encouragingly. "You've been working on it for weeks and have gone over everything dozens of times. At rehearsal yesterday, everything went great. Today you just sit in the audience and enjoy it." She brought a small smile to her lips, but he saw the wistfulness in her gaze. "Too bad you can't be there," she said softly. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the eye. "You know I would be by your side if I could." Then he kissed her lips tenderly. "Enjoy the evening with the children and you and I will watch it together with you this weekend." She nodded.

It was exciting that after weeks of preparation, the gala was actually happening. She was excited to see how the artists and their songs went down with the audience. Hoping he would be there, she had also invited artists he liked and she had suggested songs that meant something to him or both of them. It was a pity that he missed this evening.

It was then that she felt her daughter draw close to her. "He couldn't come?" she asked softly. She shook her head and leaned towards her daughter. "He's just not the partner of a football coach, he's the president," she explained, alluding to the accompaniment of the patron of the foundation who sat next to her. "It will still be nice," her daughter tried to cheer her up.

She was sad that he was not there, but she resolved to enjoy the evening. When she realised that the individual contributions were very well received by the audience, she relaxed and enjoyed the evening. After a while, she got distracted. She saw the security guards busily talking into their microphones and dispersing. This was strange and she turned to her security officer who was sitting in the row behind her. He nodded at her with a smile and she understood.

She felt a smile come to her face and then she noticed her daughter nudging her. "Why are you smiling?" she wanted to know. "You'll see in a moment," she said mysteriously and her daughter looked at her curiously. A short moment later he actually appeared below her stand and sought her gaze. Beside her, she heard her daughter laughing. Then he was with her and settled down beside her. She took his hand and looked at him, beaming. He returned her smile. No words were needed between them.

Only when they were back in her flat did they talk about it. "You really kept it a secret until the last moment," she spoke. "Just as you kept secret what songs your artists were playing." "So we both surprised us," she smirked and hugged him. "It was nice having you there," she sighed. "It felt good," he admitted, hugging her closer.

Hellooo sweet 🍓! ❤️

So adorable 😍🥰

And now with this piece, you leave me wondering if he actually said “I will join you once my meetings are over” or if he really surprised her with his presence... and you know me, I’m going with the surprise, just because he is totally that kind of guy 🥰

Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #strawberry

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aphroditestummyrolls · 9 months

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Engagement series! 💍🥰

My beloved friend ❤️ this is such a nice distraction for this dogshit weekend. Thank you so much for playing!

“You know how I feel about waking up alone.”

When he came back, he was drenched in rain. Saints, the weather had turned. The umbrella was all but useless halfway through his walk, and he’d left it in the stand to dry in the front hall. His sodden overcoat slapped onto the end of the breakfast table. He should have let Agatha hang it by the hearth in the den, but he’d been too eager to reach the morning room.

Jesper raised an eyebrow at him, a sparkle of amusement in his gaze over the rim of his coffee cup.

“If you catch your death wandering Ketterdam in the rain, it’ll serve you right.”

“Good morning to you, too.” Wylan rolled his eyes even as he smiled, still a touch breathless from the walk and the plan he’d set in motion that morning. His socked feet, at least, were thankfully dry, padding quietly over the rug to his boyfriend’s— betrothed’s— side.

Sprawled in the seat at the head of the table, an empty plate in front of him and a fresh cup of coffee to his side, he looked every inch the decadent merch spouse that Wylan wanted him to be able to be. Still in soft, loose pajamas with a garishly printed dressing gown draped over his shoulders. Wylan only wished he could be this comfortable all the time. He grinned, leaning over Jesper’s throne to greet him properly.

Tragically scarfless, Jes had to settle for reeling Wylan in by his wrist. He couldn’t help the happy curl of his lips against Jesper’s perfect ones— he tasted like the unadulterated sugary sweetness of apple syrup, with the bitter edge of coffee on his tongue. The little noise of protest made him chuckle, relishing the shiver against him as he used his cold hand to cup Jesper’s warm, dry jaw.

“Saints alive, Wylan—“ he gasped, immediately taking his hand in both of his, trying to rub some warmth back into the fingers. It made their rings click together. “Tell me you had a good reason for abandoning me. We have a carriage y’know, if you must—“

Usually, Wylan was the one being the mother hen to Jesper’s chaos. Then again, things hadn’t been particularly normal lately. Jes had been more subdued. The reversal would feel silly if it wasn’t so concerning. But Wylan was too caught up in the warmth of his touch and the happy flush of Jes pushing his soaked curls out of his eyes to think too far beyond by tonight we’ll both be well on our way to feeling better.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Jes stopped in his tracks midword, a beaming, conspiratorial smile taking over his face.

“And suddenly, I’m distracted— did you do that on purpose?”

“Never, darling.” He took the seat at Jesper’s side, his hand still scooped up between both of his dark, callused palms. “I just had to run down to see Kaz. I didn’t really think about the weather.”

“See Kaz, all the way across the city? I’m sure he loved the early morning call.” Jes chuckled. “What did you need him for?”

“Wanted it to stay a surprise. That man is a vault.”

“And what is my surprise? You’ve got me on the edge of my seat, merchling, and you’re dragging it out.”

He was dragging it out. What if it was an overstep? What if that longing look in his eye when he’d last written to his da had been all in Wylan’s head? Maybe, just because he missed him, didn’t mean he wanted to see him.

Wylan wouldn’t know what it was like to miss his father. Sometimes he was acutely out of his depth. Maybe he’d been wrong.

But, even with that enthused little twinkle in Jesper’s eye, Wylan could see the grey-tinged exhaustion in his handsome face. There was a heaviness the past few weeks had heaped on his shoulders.

They needed a break.

“How about a change of scenery?” He smiled hopefully. “I’ve booked us passage to Weddle tonight.”

For a moment, Jes just blinked at him. Wind howled outside, the downpour outside pounding against the windows. Wylan chewed his lip.

“You’ve just been talking so much about your da lately, and I can take the time to strengthen our trade with the Novyi Zem ambassador— we could use some sunshine, maybe. Get away and actually enjoy planning the engagement party, and—“

Jes cut off his rambling with a kiss that took the breath right out of his lungs. It was as if he was trying to wipe every last thought out of his brain.

It worked.

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Mr. almost-eight-times-world-champion (2).

Credits for the gif to @l8tof1 !!!!

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Summary: YN was Angela’s daughter 👩‍👧, performance coach of Lewis Hamilton 🏋🏽. Let’s just say her relation with the driver wasn’t as good as her mum’s🙃. But there’s nothing a weekend in the mountains 🏔 can’t fix, right?

Warnings: enemies to friends (?) 🙅🏼‍♀️/ 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏾, memories of Abu Dhabi 💔. YN and Lewis being mean 🙄 but Roscoe being cute 🥰. sorry before hand for the mistakes I might have done!! English is not my first language🙊! Also, this is suppose to be a three part story 3️⃣ !!

Word count: 3.2k

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“Morning!”

“God’s sake, mum!” You screamed, spilling the hot coffee of your mug all over your white hoodie. She laughed, but Lewis more.

“That’s a pretty big mug, didn’t you sleep well last night??” The driver teased making his way through the kitchen.

“Why wouldn’t she??” Your mum looked you concerned. You were just about to deny Lewis’s words, but he was faster.

“She wanted to sleep with Roscoe”

“Ohhh I see. That’s a beginner’s mistake, hun” she laughed along with Lewis, already used to the dog’s snores. “We’re going for a run, okay?” She shouted watching you leave the room to avoid all the comments and laughs from Lewis.

“Careful with rocks!!” You shouted, smiling when you heard your mum’s laugh.

“Wouldn't be surprised if you placed them strategically so I could fall” you heard Lewis’s scream.

“Honestly, me neither!” You shouted back.

Today the weather was nice. It wasn’t that hot, but at least the sun was shining in the blue skies. You grabbed your computer and sat outside, in the porch. Soon, you were hot enough to wear the hoodie, so you took it off. When you realised the t shirt you were wearing underneath it you thought about changing it, but time went by, you didn’t move and Lewis and your mum came back.

“All in one piece this time?” You smirked watching them come into the porch all sweaty. Lewis didn’t even answer back, he just looked at your mum and mumbled something you couldn’t even understand before walking inside greeting his dog.

“I think you crossed a line there” you mum said taking a seat next to you. Watching your furrowed eyebrows, she shook her head smiling and pointed at your shirt.

“Ohh. Right. I was going to change when I realised, but I forgot”. It was just a black t shirt. Except for the fact that it had a number 33 and ‘World Champion 2021” printed on it.

You got that shirt just because you went to the party when Max celebrated his championship, that same night of the race in Abu Dhabi. Kelly was the one who invited you, not really minding that you were Angela’s daughter. The truth was that all the girls in the paddock got along well, no matter who supported who. The thing is that in the party they were all wearing the shirt, and so you did too. Now you just used it to sleep on it or to wear it underneath jumpers or hoodies, like today. “I swear I didn’t mean it, I was just hot”

“It’s okay, YN” your mum laughed at your concerns words, because the truth was that you were actually worried. Maybe you did crossed the line, even if it was unintentionally.

“You always say we should accept our defeats anyways. Clearly he hasn’t” you talked while typing on your computer, being back to your old you, the one who tried to make make fun of Lewis without even having a proper reason to.

“Things take time. That race was too much, everything happened-“

“In the last corner” you cut her off, laughing.

“Alright” she patted your knee and got up smiling. “I’ll go take a shower and make some lunch. Please, change before joining us?” She asked unsure if she was asking too much to her stubborn daughter. But surprisingly you just nodded. “Good. And don’t be too hard with him??” She asked again taking advantage of your obedient state.

“Don’t ask the impossible, mum” you smiled at her before focusing your gaze back on your computer as she left laughing at your comment.

You stayed on your spot, lifting your gaze after a while to admire the view. The stupid computer wouldn’t let you see the beautiful landscape in front of you: the tall, green trees, the sound of birds, the smell of nature. When you were little you loved walking through the forest, feeling so small between the large tress. And somehow you always got lost. Your mum would find you by the sound of your cry, on the verge of a heart attack. She always threated you with not coming back, but you never believed her, neither did she. You always came back, wether it was alone, with some of her friends or with family.

“YN! Are you deaf now or what??” An upset Lewis was looking down at you, leash on his hand as he called your name.

“Sorry, I was just ignoring you” you smiled at the boy, who just huffed shaking his head. The truth was you were just really lost in your own thoughts, your own memories.

“I said we are going for a walk” he pointed to the dog. “Your mum is still in the shower”.

“Okay. Try not to get lost” you surprised yourself hearing those words coming from your mouth, it was actually the first time you gave him an advise. Not like you didn’t want him to get lost anyways.

“I’m not stupid” he kneeled in front of the dog tying the leash on his collar and walking away.

“You really are stupid if you tie your dog for a walk in the forest!” You shouted watching them leave.

———

Indeed, it was 2pm and there were no sign of them. Your mum and you were waiting sitting on the table, but time passed and they didn’t come. Calling him wasn’t even an option, there was no signal in the damn mountains.

“He didn’t tell you where they were going?” Your mum worriedly asked.

“Nope. We should go outside, maybe you can find him because of the sound of his cry, like when I was little” you laughed, but her face didn’t show the smile you wanted. “Sorry” you muttered between your teeth lowering your head, realizing that she was indeed worried. “I’ll go look for them, you stay here in case they come back, okay?” You tried to reassure your mother, who just nodded in agreement.

You got out of the house, trying to remember the path they followed when they left. Surely it wasn’t the left one, it was an uphill path that Roscoe would refuse to walk in. You chose the right path, walking as much as you could until your legs were too tired. It was then time to use your voice, shouting their names as loud was you could, thank God there were no houses near.

“YN” You suddenly heard, immediately turning your head in the direction of the voice. “Where the hell are you!?” You screamed again looking around but not seeing a thing.

“To your right” you turned, mumbling a soft ‘oh’ when you saw them closer than expecting. “What are you doing here??”

“You really got the gusts to ask that??” You laughed walking towards them.

“We weren’t lost. We were just exploring” Lewis hissed, making you throw your head back laughing.

“Okay then, guide the way home. Food is waiting for us” you stood in your place, waiting for him to move around the forest. He cleared his throat, his face turning into a soft red colour when you asked him that.

“Ladies first” he simple said letting you walk first.

“You were so lost” you twitch with laughter watching as he didn’t move, but place his hands on his hips shaking his head.

“YN, can we please go. I’m really hungry” you were surprised at his begin, it was really the first time you heard it.

“Alright. But keep in mind I do it for Roscoe, not for you” you warned him and took the tired dog in your arms before walking towards the house.

When you got closer you saw it. You remembered that tree, although you thought it further away. “Look” you started running towards the tree, and with a smile on your face you caressed the crust of it, where a heart was shaped.

“Don’t tell me you did that. You hurt the poor tree, YN” he accused you taking a closer look.

“I was younger then. And naive” you laughed “I refused to write our names inside the heart in case we broke up” you laughed remembering old days and verifying that you were actually right.

“You weren’t that hopeful, huh?” he smiled as he walked away, following the path he already recognised.

“I wasn’t” you laughed “The thing is no one deserves me” you cheekily said before following his steps.

“No one can stand you, better said”

“Careful with your words, Mr. almost-eight-times-world-champion” you warned him again. He looked back threading you with his eyes, a soft smile on his lips. But you didn’t realise that, you were too occupied looking at the floor and being careful with the rocks.

———

You hadn’t seen a woman as happy as your mum when you arrived.

“Did you really think we weren’t coming back??” You laughed as she hugged you really tight, the same way she hugged Lewis a second before.

“Yes. I thought if it wasn’t nature itself then you would kill each other on your way here”

“We hate each other, but not that much” Lewis laughed looking at you, maybe waiting for some words to assure his comment.

“Don’t push your luck” you mumbled toeing off your shoes, but his wide eyes and soft smile let you know he heard it.

“Go change and sit at the table!” Your mum shouted becoming the bossy woman she always was again.

When you came back Lewis was already there. You did took your time on purpose, knowing he was dying to eat the salad your mum just prepared as he was starving. But you were too, so you didn’t put that much of a fight. You did make sure they all notice your t shirt, smoothing it out while you stood in front of the table. It was another black t shirt in which you could read “Constructers championship 2021” with a Mercedes logo on the right side of it. They both smiled when they saw it, realizing your intentions in a heart beat.

“Any plans for the evening??” You asked while the three of you ate in silence.

“Train” “Lift some weighs” both of them said at the same time.

“What a boring Saturday” you rolled your eyes back laughing.

“Like if you had anything better to do” Lewis, of course, had to bounce.

“You should join us!!” Your mum suggested.

“Nope. What I should do is leave” you announced getting up from the table leaving them do their thing, which was basically laughing at your comment. “You know by far you’re the only sportive person in the family mum, don’t drag me into that suffering!” you shouted from the kitchen preparing some hot chocolate as your dessert, hearing them laugh. Thank God you didn’t need to be so careful choosing your food.

You got out of the house with the mug on your hands. You walk through the garden and stopped in front of the pool, remembering the dream of last night, a dream interrupted by Roscoe’s snores.

The water was completely green, full of leaves. But it was the best place to be during warm days. You had good memories playing tag with your mum there, in summer. If she caught you, she would throw you to the pool, and you absolutely adored it.

Then teenage years came and you used to go there with friends, with Luca. Fuck him. 5 years dating ended up cheating on you. What a dickhead.

“Are you going to jump in the water or what?” Lewis got you out of your thoughts. If it wasn’t because you heard some steps since a while ago, you would definitely have spilled the hot chocolate all over you again.

“I was actually thinking of the dream I had last night” you turned to look at him. When you were facing him, you saw your mum in the kitchen window, totally spilling both of you. It was creepy, but it made you laugh. “My mum’s in the window” Lewis turned to look and both of you waved at her at the same time. She hid behind the curtains like a gossip lady, making you both laugh.

“What was your dream about??” He asked ignoring her and focusing on you.

“I actually dreamed I pushed you into the pool” you laughed watching his furrowed eyebrows as placed your mug on the floor. “And you know, they say dreams come true, so you better start running. One” you started counting with your fingers, giving him time to run as you warned.

“What the hell?” He was so confused.

“Two” it was now that he started running. “Three!!” You started running behind him, chasing him through the garden, avoiding the little tress and furniture that decorated the space. Roscoe joined chasing both of you while barking, it was you and the dog against the driver. Lewis was a fast runner, but there wasn’t much space and soon he was trapped in a corner.

“Okay okay okay, stop now” he begged out of breath as he rested leaning on the wall.

“I’m not going to push you to the pool. It was just for old good time’s sake” you giggled making your way inside the house.

“You are a strange woman” he claimed walking back to the porch keeping an eye on you, not really trusting your moves because he knew too well that you could perfectly push him without a worry in the world. “And you have as much energy as your mum”.

“I mean” you shrugged your shoulders “she’s my mum, of course we have some things in common” you talked looking at the floor, feeling his staring look. “We just used to play this all the time. But it was during summer, and she always pushed me to the pool. I must confess, I let her win because I loved being pushed to the pool” you snorted.

“Yeah, of course. I’m sure you were faster than her back then, right?” he sarcastically laughed, making you roll your eyes back. “Anyways, I think I already did a pretty good warm up” he walked inside the house, probably heading to the gym.

“You’re welcome!!” You shouted watching him leave. You looked to the kitchen window, your mum was still staring, shaking her head and laughing along with you.

After a few more hours spent outside messing around with Roscoe, you headed back to your room to take a shower before dinner. Your mum was already cooking. You did ask her to stop doing things and just relax, you would take care of dinner after you shower, but she didn’t listen anyways.

Annoyed by her you walked to your room. It was in the corridor where you ran into Lewis. He was only wearing a towel around his waist, just getting out of the shower.

“You’re going to catch a cold” you alerted him as you took sight of all the tattoos covering his skin, making a mental note to ask him which is the least painful place to get yourself one.

“You would love that” he answered and you stopped your tracked annoyed at him. You were concerned about his health for once, but of course he needed to fight.

“I would have thrown you to the pool if I wanted that, Lewis” you spoke, earning a laugh from him.

“Sorry to interrupt but dinner’s ready” your mum and Roscoe stood in the middle of the corridor behind you two.

“Ugh, I don’t even have to take time to shower. It’s your fault” you pointed at Lewis.

“How’s that even my fault?!?” He growled lifting his hands, making you nervous at the thought of the towel falling off his body.

“We’ll wait for you, but hurry up” your mum shouted already going downstairs.

“Thank God. You stink” Lewis mumbled, but you heard “Ouch!” You hit his arm when you walk by next to him, finally being able to shut him up and take a warm shower.

———

“Guys I got news!” Your mum suddenly shouted while eating dinner, making you jump from the fright as Lewis laugh at your reaction.

“Am I going to be a big sister????” You excitedly asked jokingly.

“What the hell?? You don’t even like kids!!” Lewis fought back.

“And what would you know? I love children!!”

“I always pictured you as an old mad woman with a hundred of cats in her house. Like the one from the Simpsons!” Lewis laughed feeling as exited as a little kid when he remembered the iconic character.

“Honestly, me too” you mum chuckled. “What??” She furrowed watching the look you gave her “The only boy you ever introduced to me was Luca, you were always a lonely girl”

“Oh fuck off you both!! If that was the case, I’ll have dogs, not cats!”

“Only to be contrary” Lewis mumbled while eating his food. “Ouch!” He shouted again feeling a kick under the table. “Hey, that was the second time you hit me today!!” He groaned placing his hand in his shin, where you hit him.

“And it’s only 7 pm, so you better watch out” you warned him, who far from being annoyed, laughed.

“Anyways” Angela continued talking “I was trying to say that tomorrow Toto, Sussie and George will be coming for lunch. You better behave” it was more a threaten than a warning.

“That’s cool!!” George’s coming too?? I haven’t seen him in ages!!” You impatiently asked, clearly showing happiness about the news.

“Yep, the three of them” your mum confirmed watching as a smile grew on your face.

———

That day you had an early night, not really minding when Lewis called you an old lady for being in bed at 22:30 on a Saturday night. Why would he care anyways.

“YN seemed happy to see George again” the driver casually mentioned while helping Angela clean everything for tomorrow’s lunch.

“Yeah, they’re always together in the paddock when she comes, they’re good friends. It’s great he’s coming to Mercedes this year” she said not giving it much importance.

“Maybe more than friends??” He asked ignoring her last comment and turned around, trying to avoid Angela’s gaze after what he just said.

“No way! He has a girlfriend, they know each other because of her!! You still have a chance, jealousy boy” she smirked and heard that silly laugh coming from Lewis’s mouth.

“Don’t you start…” Lewis threaded her with the window cleaner spray as both of them laugh. “I’m off to bed. Have you seen Roscoe?”

“Not in a while. He must be with YN, she loves that dog more than me” Angela talked while talking the window cleaner away from Lewis’s hands.

“And me” he rapidly added. “Night Angela. And leave some work for YN too”

“I will. Night night!”

Lewis headed upstairs to his room, but he just couldn’t relaxed without knowing one thing.

He walked silently, trying to avoid the cracky pieces of the floor until he reached your door. He opened it really slow, peeping his head through the door just one bit. He could perfectly distinguished the shape of the dog curled at the feet of your bed, where you were also peacefully sleeping. He went back to his room with a smile on his face, kinda jealous of his dog.

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The New Professor Part 5

Neville has a question for the reader as students gossip among themselves.

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Part 4

1313 words

A/N: The explanation for the angst is coming soon! Also, shy Neville has completely owned my heart since I was like ten, so I love writing him! 🥰

The first few weeks of classes flew by. I was relieved to find that I was still a good teacher on this side of the Atlantic, and both Neville and Professor McGonagall assured me that the students really enjoyed my classes. Neville seemed especially proud to tell me over one of our many meals together that several students had already begun asking about our joint lessons, which we had told students to keep an eye out for.

“Running late, running late,” I huffed in a sing-song voice as I scurried down the hall, lesson plans in my hand as I ate a muffin. I had been up late, cursing myself for assigning a rather lengthy essay I then had to grade. “Running late, running late,” I repeated, enjoying my little tune.

“Nice song,” a teasing voice called out from an open door.

My head snapped up. Neville stood in the doorway to his office, offering me a small smile. I couldn’t help the sheepish grin that grew on my own face. He took a step towards me, adjusting the cozy-looking cardigan he wore over his button-down.

“I take it you’re late?” he asked, reaching out and taking a piece of my muffin.

“A bit,” I answered, shooting him a joking glare as I shifted my muffin away from him. “Shouldn’t you be heading outside?”

Neville shook his head. “There was a schedule mix-up. First years have a flying lesson right now, so I’m free as a bird.” He shifted for a moment and cleared his throat. “Hey Y/N… I wanted to ask you something.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“Why don’t you come on in? It’ll only be a moment,” he offered, gesturing towards his office. I followed him in, a little surprised when he quietly closed the door behind us. He began fidgeting with his hands, not quite looking me in the face.

“Neville, is everything okay?” I asked with a small chuckle.

“Yes, yeah, definitely,” he stammered out. He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a dry chuckle. “Okay. Y/N.” He stood up straight and looked me in the eye. “Would you have dinner with me this weekend?”

I blinked. “Oh. You want to go to the Three Broomsticks or something? Yeah, it’s my turn to treat though-”

“Actually.” Neville took a deep breath. “I… I’d like to make you dinner. At my apartment. Just the two of us. Like… well like, you know…” He trailed off, his eyebrows drawn together in absolute anxiety.

“Dinner. At your place.” I nodded slowly. “You mean… like a date?” My face was on fire, unsure if I preferred being right or wrong.

“O-only if you want to,” he quickly added. “Absolutely no pressure, I swear.” He took a step closer to me and put a hesitant hand on my arm. “I… just really enjoy spending time with you, Y/N.” His eyes were full of fear and worry as he withdrew his hand. “B-but if you don’t want to, please know I’m totally happy with our friendship! I just…” He bit his lip. “I reallylike you, Y/N.”

My head was spinning. “Neville….”

Merlin, I thought to myself. I can’t, I shouldn’t, it’s a horrible idea-

“I’d love to,” I blurted out, a little shocked by the words that came out of my mouth.

But the glowing smile on Nev’s face made my answer worth it. “Really?” His eyes were wide as a blush spread across his face. “Okay. Great.” He nodded, excited. “So let’s say Saturday at six, yeah?”

“O-okay.” I couldn’t help but return his smile. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

We stood there for a moment, just smiling at each other.

“Okay,” Neville finally said with an awkward laugh. “I… I should let you go get to class.” He lifted his slightly shaking hand to my chin and tilted my face up towards him. “See you at lunch?”

I gulped and nodded. “See you there.”

My heart was still hammering when I got to class and found my seventh year Gryffindor and Slytherin students waiting in the hall.

“Sorry,” I said, unlocking the dungeon door and letting the students spill in before me. “Ran a bit late.”

“Late-night date?” one Gryffindor girl giggled, waggling her eyebrows at her friends.

I frowned as I made my way to the front of the room. “Excuse me?”

A Slytherin boy pipped up. “You know, you and Professor Longbottom. You two probably think you’re slick, but even the first years know you’re dating.”

“Who-who says?” My throat felt incredibly dry.

“Everyone,” the original Gryffindor girl said matter-of-factly. “There’s even a pool going about when you’ll get engaged.” She grinned at me. “My sickles are on a Christmas proposal. That sounds like Professor Longbottom.”

“I’ve got the Halloween Ball,” a Slytherin girl added.

The Slytherin boy from earlier scoffed. “Nah, that’s too soon. Plus, Professor Longbottom would be way too scared to do it in front of half the student body.” His eyes flickered to me. “No offense, Professor.”

I shook my head. “I… I don’t know where these rumors came from, but Professor Longbottom and I are friends. Just friends. Colleagues and friends.” Friends who have a date this weekend, a small voice in my head taunted. I shook my head again, more to shut the voice up than anything else.

“Sure, Professor,” a few students teased in unison. I groaned and turned to write on the blackboard, effectively ending the conversation.

Well, if nothing else, at least there was a newfound camaraderie between the Houses.

Saturday rolled around slowly. Over the following days, I noticed Neville’s eyes on me whenever we were in the same room. At meals, he’d lean close to whisper jokes in my ear, a large smile breaking out on his face every time I laughed in response. When we passed each other in the halls, he’d shoot me a sly wink; if we passed close enough, his fingers brushed against mine.

Yeah, this’ll get the students to shut up, I thought when I noticed a couple Hufflepuffs giggling as Neville whispered in my ear.

But still. It was hard not to feel excited butterflies in my stomach when I woke up Saturday morning.

“Hey, you,” a voice came from behind me as I headed towards the dungeons after scarfing down some breakfast before the Great Hall filled up.

I turned and saw Neville approaching me, hands in his pockets. The smile on his face was adorable and bashful. “Morning,” I replied, taking a step forward to close the gap between us.

He ran his hand through his hair, looking down at me. “I... Are we still on for tonight?” His voice was almost a whisper, as if he was scared I would cancel.

“Oh, of course,” I answered with a small blush. “Six, right?” He nodded vigorously. “Should I bring anything?” It was my turn to be unsure; Merlin, I really felt clueless.

“Just yourself,” he said softly as he gently took my hand. He shot me that shy smile. “I’ve got dinner all handled.”

I looked down at our intertwined fingers. Merlin, they looked perfect together. I gulped.

“Alright. Well, I’ve got some errands to run in Diagon Alley before tonight, so I better head out to the fireplace.” I couldn’t resist giving his hand a small squeeze in spite of myself. “Gotta find an outfit for tonight,” I teased.

Could his smile get any bigger?

“See you tonight then,” he murmured, returning the squeeze before letting go.

I turned and went back on my way. As I turned the corner, I couldn’t resist glancing over my shoulder; sure enough, he was watching me with a dreamy look on his face. I was a bit surprised to find the feeling in my gut was a happy one. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Part 6!

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the-widow-sisters · 2 years

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ooo i have a cute idea! i just watched hawkeye and i won’t say any spoilers, but i just fell back in love with clint’s adorable family. so could you write a fic where everyone lives after endgame and nat takes yelena to meet laura and the kids? with the kids falling in love with yelena and thinking she’s so cool, especially nate whose only 3 or 4, and yelena being such a softie with him. also laura totally loving her. thank u!

A/N: Something nice and warm and fuzzy and family-oriented just in time for Thanksgiving! 🥰💖 I’ve actually been keeping up with the Hawkeye show so far and I’m so excited for Yelena to show up! The anticipation has been killing me 😂 I’ve also fallen in love with Clint’s sweet kids and his little family 🥺

But I hope you enjoy this one! Thank you for the wonderful request, and Happy Thanksgiving!

Word Count: 4252

“Are you sure about this? These kids don’t know me, and I doubt being Aunt Nat’s sister is going to make them automatically love me or whatever,” Yelena spoke as they approached the little country house, the nervousness building inside of her with every step they took.

The Barton’s had invited the both of them to stay for a weekend since Clint’s wife had apparently been dying to meet Yelena since she first heard about her. Yelena was extremely uncomfortable and not ready to face this scary encounter, whereas Natasha was excited as could be about the visit.

“What?! They’re going to love you.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“You’re fun, goofy, and you like to annoy people. And it seems that annoying seems to grow on most people,” Natasha teased, bumping her shoulder into Yelena’s. Yelena just rolled her eyes heavily, groaning unappreciatively. However, she did appreciate Natasha’s attempts to make her feel better.

“I’m sure they’re going to adore you. Just let yourself be cool. Y’know, like you did with the rest of the Avengers when you first met them,” Natasha pointed out, and Yelena nodded a bit, noticing with dread how the house was growing even closer.

“Yeah. But they were adults,” Yelena expressed, and Natasha stopped to look Yelena in the eyes, her light greens piercing Yelena’s own honey-greens.

“Maybe so. But you know, I’ve found that getting kids to like you is a lot easier than getting adults to like you. I mean… Nate’s four and he’ll love you forever if you just smile at him and talk to him. Lila’s just the sweetest and all you have to do is just talk to her like you talk to me. And good grief, Yelena… Cooper still gets a kick out of bathroom humor and other crude, inappropriate stuff,” Natasha explained, and Yelena nodded, trying to memorize all of the information.

“You and Cooper will practically be soulmates,” Natasha joked, a grin spreading across her face, and Yelena just glared at her playfully, shifting her bags into the same hand so she could shove Natasha’s shoulder. Natasha laughed heartily.

“Jerk.”

Before Natasha could reply, they were quickly interrupted by a loud noise at the house.

“Aunt Nat!!!” a girl’s voice yelled excitedly, and Natasha shifted her gaze from Yelena to the front door where multiple people were spilling out. Yelena watched with surprise as Natasha’s eyes lit up with an expression that Yelena had only ever seen Natasha have when she was speaking to Yelena herself. It was that one with awe and pure adoration that almost seemed to communicate Natasha’s mental question of how she could be so lucky to have earned such love in her life.

“My kids!!!” Natasha excitedly greeted, immediately dropping her bags and running the rest of the way to the house as a teenage girl and a tiny boy crashed into her. And older boy came running out as well, reaching out to hug Natasha with his siblings.

Yelena walked a bit nearer, her own bags still clutched in her hands, and she stopped a small distance away from them, uncomfortably watching the exchange and not sure how to interact since it was all so out of her element.

“Hey, sweetheart, how have you been?” Natasha asked, her voice communicating nothing but softness and warmth as she pulled away just enough to cup the girl’s cheek. She leaned into Natasha’s hand, a giant grin on her face.

“I’ve been good,” she replied, her eyes sparkling so much that she was obviously not too focused on what she was saying as much as she was on who she was looking at. Natasha nodded with one of the biggest smiles that Yelena had ever seen on her face. She then bent down to address the small boy that was currently latched onto her leg with his whole body.

“And what are you doing, you little leech?” Natasha playfully questioned before bending down to hoist the boy up into her arms, tugging him off of her leg. She peppered his face with playful kisses, and he squealed joyfully.

Yelena could not help her slight smile that was building as she watched Natasha interact with the kids. This was a side of Natasha that she had never witnessed before.

“And Cooper, you’re taller than me now, buddy,” Natasha grinned up at the boy, putting down the little kid before reaching out to the teen and squeezing his shoulder fondly. He just smiled at her happily, and Yelena looked around somewhat awkwardly, working up her nerve to add into the conversation.

“That is not too great of a feat. After all, it does not take much to get taller than her,” Yelena spoke up, a slight smirk on her face. However, her smile dropped, and she immediately found herself strangely nervous when all of the kids truly paid attention to her for the first time.

Natasha turned to look at her, something that could only be described as pure joy in her eyes as she grinned ridiculously widely.

“Kids, this is Yelena. She’s my little sister,” Natasha introduced, and Yelena offered a slight smile, not sure how to handle this situation. She would have been much more at ease if the children were adults, but since they actually were kids, she found herself strangely uncomfortable and uneasy.

“And Yelena, I already told you about them, but this is Cooper, Lila, and Nate,” Natasha introduced, gesturing to each, and Yelena nodded a bit, looking at all of them nervously as they stared at her.

“Hi,” Yelena spoke, unsure of what else to say. Lila replied with a quiet hi and Cooper nodded to her.

However, to her complete shock, Nate came running up to her quickly and latched onto her leg tightly, hugging her as tightly as he could. Yelena froze, looking up at Natasha helplessly, and Natasha had a much too large grin on her face as she moved her head down in the kid’s direction, signaling to Yelena to respond somehow.

Yelena reached down, patting the kid’s head. To her surprise, he looked up at her from his position holding onto her, a big smile on his face.

Yelena tentatively responded with a smile of her own, and she felt just a little of her nervousness dissipate. She glanced back at Natasha, silently asking for help, and Natasha laughed before heading over and scooping up the boy in her arms.

“Come on, my big man. You think you could help me with my bags?” Natasha asked him, a big smile on her face.

“Yeah!”

“Yeah?” Natasha playfully asked, her voice warm as she leaned forward to nuzzle her nose against his with a laugh. She then headed back with him to where she had dropped her bags on the ground.

Yelena then realized that she had been left with the two oldest kids. She was honestly not sure if that made her less or more uncomfortable.

“So you’re Aunt Nat’s sister?” Lila questioned curiously, stepping closer, and Cooper moved forward, his hands extended as he reached for Yelena’s bags. Yelena hesitantly let him take the bags, closely watching him as he started to head inside with the luggage.

“The one and only,” Yelena replied, allowing a bit of confidence to slip into her voice as she returned her eyes to the girl’s. Natasha was a topic that Yelena could navigate comfortably since she knew everything there was to know about her sister.

“That’s so cool! I always thought Aunt Nat needed a sister or somebody. She used to seem kind of lonely,” Lila admitted, and Yelena quirked an eyebrow slightly.

“Huh…”

“So… I’ve heard a lot about you! I sometimes hear her and Dad talking on video calls, and I always hear her talking about you,” Lila expressed with a slight smile, and Yelena could not help the grin that spread across her face at the thought. She turned her head, looking back at Natasha as she praised Nate for his hard work carrying one of the much smaller bags.

“Sounds like her. She’s such a softie,” Yelena expressed much too happily with a slight roll of her eyes but tried to hold back most of her sarcasm as she headed up the steps to enter the front door. She was not sure how the kid would take it since Lila seemed to think Natasha walked on water or something.

“I know, right? For a tough agent and all, she’s really soft,” Lila joked with a smile, and Yelena huffed, her smile growing as Cooper passed them by to go meet Natasha and help her and Nate with the remaining bags.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Yelena expressed with a slight chuckle, and Lila’s eyes lit up as she looked at Yelena, eagerly awaiting Yelena’s next words. Yelena looked over at her with a slightly conspiratorial smirk.

“You know she’s a poser, too, right?”

“No…?” the girl questioned, tilting her head slightly as she listened to Yelena. Yelena headed through the front door, Lila hot on her heels.

“Well, she has this thing where every time she lands, she has to strike some kind of fancy pose,” Yelena explained, and Lila laughed a little, nodding as she leaned in a bit nearer to Yelena as Natasha headed up the steps not too far from them.

“I’ve seen her do that on TV. It’s a little over the top but I think it’s pretty cool,” Lila confessed, and Yelena shrugged, actually conceding to the words since she knew Natasha had no idea what they were talking about.

“What are you two conspiring about?” Natasha questioned playfully, and Yelena could see the happiness and excitement in Natasha’s eyes as she looked between the two. Yelena knew that her sister was really excited for Yelena to get along with the kids.

Lila laughed a bit, smiling as she looked over at Yelena. Yelena just tilted her head slightly at Natasha.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, poser?” Yelena replied, and Natasha just huffed, grabbing Yelena in an affectionate headlock before looking at Lila questioningly. Lila was still laughing about Yelena’s nickname for Natasha, and Natasha just glared at her playfully.

“Okay, then, you traitor. Do you know where I can find your old man?” Natasha asked as Cooper approached them.

“Oh, he’s out back with Mom. They told us to keep on the lookout for you,” Cooper answered, and Natasha looked at him quizzically.

“What are they doing back there?” Natasha questioned curiously, and Yelena did not miss how Lila glanced at Cooper with mirth in her gaze. Yelena raised an eyebrow wordlessly.

“Well… Let me show you,” Lila spoke, and they all followed the girl to the backyard.

As soon as they stepped out the back door, Yelena heard Natasha chuckle underneath her breath, looking out at Clint and his wife.

“Barton, what’re you doing?!” Natasha called loudly as she stepped out into the backyard and headed for the barn. Everyone followed along behind her.

Clint turned quickly from his position on the ladder, and he grinned somewhat sheepishly. Laura was at the base of the ladder trying to keep it steady for him.

“Well… It’s not what it looks like.”

“So you’re not trying to get chickens off the barn roof?” Natasha called with a laugh as she approached Laura. Laura released the ladder for a moment to hug Natasha tightly. Yelena remained near Lila since that was the only kid that she had really managed to bond with very much so far.

“Okay… Well, then it is what it looks like,” Clint replied, his voice strained as he lunged forward and grabbed a chicken by the legs. It squawked madly, and he grabbed onto her as he tucked her gently against his chest.

“Alright, alright, calm down,” he told the chicken before starting his descent down the ladder. Laura turned to hold onto the ladder as he went down, and he finally got to the bottom, landing in the grass. He then let the hen go, and she went running to go and meet the rest of her flock.

Natasha laughed a little as she looked at him. He grinned at her, opening his arms for a hug. However, she just reached out and plucked a feather from his hair where it had gotten stuck in the middle of his chicken adventures.

“Sprouting feathers, Barton? I always knew you were chicken under all that bluster,” Natasha expressed with a smirk, and he just rolled his eyes. She laughed before finally hugging him tightly, patting him on the back.

As soon as she was through greeting him, he looked over at Yelena and a smile came onto his face. Yelena could not help her own grin as she headed over to stand next to Natasha.

“Hey, pancake,” he greeted and Yelena narrowed her eyes just a bit at the nickname. However, her smile grew as she thought of the perfect response.

“Nice to see you, Clinton,” Yelena replied, and he lost a bit of the smile in response to the name. She just chuckled in reply, and he reached out to hug her. She somewhat stiffly hugged him back, not entirely comfortable with it but more comfortable with him than his family.

“You must be Yelena,” the woman spoke as soon as Yelena and Clint separated. She looked at Laura, feeling a bit of trepidation. The woman immediately came forward to hug her and she very hesitantly returned the hug, her body stiffened with the contact. She was not sure how to handle this since a stranger had never hugged her as a greeting.

Laura finally pulled away, and Yelena found herself endlessly thankful. Laura just smiled at her with that strange affection, and Yelena smiled slightly in return.

“It is so nice to finally meet you,” Laura expressed, and Yelena nodded.

“It is good to meet you, too,” Yelena expressed somewhat stiffly, and she could feel Natasha’s reassuring hand on her back. Yelena leaned into the hand gratefully, and Clint suddenly spoke up.

“So you guys must be hungry from the drive. Whaddya say we go inside and order some pizza while we catch up?” Clint offered, and the kids all excitedly agreed. Natasha nodded happily, and Yelena grinned at the prospect of one of her favorite foods.

They then all headed inside, and Yelena sat down on the couch. Natasha sat down to one side of her, and Lila plopped down next to Natasha. Cooper and Laura situated themselves in the other parts of the living room as Clint headed into the other room to order the pizza.

Nate, however, immediately came up to Yelena, looking at her with a big grin. Yelena felt her heart slightly melt with his expression. It was so strangely trusting and unguarded as he happily watched her. Natasha, Lila, Cooper, and Laura were all busy talking, and so Yelena focused her attentions a bit more on the little boy that seemed so insistent upon interacting with her.

“What’s up, kid?” Yelena asked quietly, raising an eyebrow, and he just laughed as he reached out and started climbing up and onto her lap. Yelena froze immediately, her entire body stiffening as she moved against Natasha a bit. Natasha looked over at the two, a slight grin on her face as she took in the sight.

“Nate, honey, don’t—” Laura started, but Yelena quickly shook her head as she very hesitantly placed a hand on the boy’s back.

“It’s okay, don’t worry,” Yelena told her, not missing how happy it made Natasha to see Yelena getting along with the kids. Yelena was really uncomfortable with the prospect of interacting with small children, but she would try for Natasha. Plus, a small part of her felt that this was somehow strangely nice in a really weird way.

She held the kid, and he leaned against her, looking at her with a wide smile. Just looking into his eyes, she somehow found herself softening. He did not seem to be afraid in the least, and she could not help but wonder if this was how normal people would be treated.

“Okay, so pizza should be here in about forty-five minutes to an hour. Nat, you wanna help me with the rest of the chickens while we’re waiting the pizza to get here?” Clint offered, and Natasha immediately looked at Yelena, slight concern in her eyes as she silently questioned Yelena. Yelena nodded her answer, bumping her forehead into Natasha’s shoulder. Natasha smiled slightly, reaching out and tugging Yelena’s head against her lips as she kissed the spot just between Yelena’s eyebrows.

“Be back in a little bit,” Natasha told her quietly, and Yelena just nodded. She watched carefully as Natasha and Clint headed out the door, and she then was forced to turn her attentions to a group of people that she knew hardly at all.

And she could not help but feel at least a little nervous.

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About thirty minutes later, Natasha very hesitantly approached the doorway she had left from earlier, peering in behind Yelena as she somewhat nervously looked in on the scene unfolding inside the room.

She had left Clint outside with the chickens to come and check on the people inside, and she was very much afraid of what state things were in since she had left Yelena completely alone with a group of people she did not know. She knew that Yelena had said she was just fine, but she was not sure how much of Yelena’s “fine” was just trying to be tough.

To her complete shock, Yelena was sitting on the couch with Nate snuggled in her lap. Cooper and Lila were throwing grapes at Yelena’s face as Yelena demonstrated her ability to catch them in her mouth. Laura was just laughing at the group, and they were all getting way too invested in throwing the grapes.

“If you guys are impressed with this, remind me to show you guys how to burp on command later,” Yelena commented, and Natasha felt a huge smile coming onto her face.

“I can burp my ABCs,” Cooper told her with a grin, and Laura shot him a warning glance.

“Cooper!” Lila disgustedly cried, but she looked quite surprised as she took in the sight of Yelena cackling gleefully at the very prospect of the idea. Yelena repositioned her hold on the little boy in her arms as she looked at Cooper challengingly.

“Do it,” Yelena challenged, and he started burping them. He got to the letter F, and he had to stop since he was running out of gusto to do the trick.

Yelena then immediately picked up where he left off, and Laura groaned a bit at the both of them. She glanced up at Natasha, looking as if she were about to say something to her, but Natasha raised her finger to her lips with a smile. She honestly wanted to see how the interactions would keep going without her interference.

Yelena was only able to hold out until the letter P because Nate was laughing way too much at her, and Yelena could not help but laugh with him.

“You like that, do you, myshonok?” Yelena questioned with a laugh, and Lila leaned in a little as she heard the Russian word, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.

“Ooh, Yelena, can you teach me some Russian while you’re here? I’d love to learn,” Lila expressed, and Yelena furrowed her brow as she looked over at the girl.

“Sure. Has our favorite poser never taught you any?” Yelena asked, and Natasha could not help the warmth in her chest as she listened to her sister’s warmth as she talked about her even if it was in a playfully sarcastic manner. Lila nodded.

“Yeah, Aunt Nat’s taught me some. I’d actually love to learn from both of you,” Lila told her, and Yelena huffed slightly, a bit of a grin on her face as she looked at the girl and nodded to her.

“I’m sure we could convince her to help teach. Just make sure you pull out the puppy-dog eyes, though. She’s a sucker for those,” Yelena told her with a wicked smirk, and Lila giggled in response to Yelena’s words.

“Revealing all my secrets, are we, malen'kaya sestra?” Natasha chose that moment to speak up, and all of the kids and Yelena turned to look at her. Laura smiled fondly at Yelena, her eyes twinkling with affection, and Natasha could not help the overwhelming feeling of love overcoming her every sense as she very happily realized that so many people that she loved with all of her heart seemed to be getting along so wonderfully.

“I’m trying to help these kids out. It’s like they didn’t get a crash course in how to properly connive you,” Yelena informed her, and Lila smiled happily at Natasha.

“Could you and Yelena teach me some Russian?” Lila questioned, and Natasha caught Yelena’s pointed glance between Lila and Natasha. Lila almost laughed, but she experimentally poked out her lip just a bit.

Natasha approached the back of the couch, reaching a hand out to touch the underside of Lila’s chin fondly.

“Sweetheart, you know you don’t have to use puppy-dog eyes to get what you want from me.”

“Wait… Why do I have to then?”

“Because usually what you want is a lot of trouble and takes a lot of convincing,” Natasha replied immediately, a smirk on her face, and Yelena just haughtily huffed in response to Natasha. Natasha smirked as she came around the side of the couch. Lila moved away from Yelena to give Natasha a spot next to Yelena, and Natasha sat down quickly.

Before Yelena could react, Natasha immediately started tickling Yelena relentlessly. Yelena yelped, trying to cover herself while also keeping a hold on Nate. Everyone around them started to laugh, finding it hilarious how the tough yet goofy Yelena fell apart at their Aunt Natasha’s hands.

“Argh! Kids, help me!” Yelena cried out, and Natasha just laughed wickedly.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree! They’re on my side, Rooskaya!” Natasha happily announced, but she slowed in her assault as she watched Nate clamber up so that he was standing up next to Yelena from where she had crumpled into the couch.

“I’ll help you, Lena!” he cried, unable to get out her full name but going with the quickest nickname he could as he launched himself at Natasha. Natasha immediately raised her arms to catch him.

To Natasha’s surprise, Cooper laughed at them and hurried over to sit down on Natasha and squish her legs. Natasha could hardly pull herself out from under Cooper since she was so occupied with Nate who was perched on her torso trying to jab his hands under her arms.

After this struggle, she was laying down on the couch now with her head in Lila’s lap as the boys held her down. Lila was looking down at her, her face lit up in a huge smile.

“Attack her, Lila! Show no mercy!” Yelena cried from her position squished just behind Cooper.

“Lila?” Natasha questioned, looking up at Lila helplessly and hoping the girl would not listen. However, Lila was just looking down at her apologetically.

“I’m sorry, Aunt Nat. I love you, but the people have spoken,” Lila expressed before digging her fingers into Natasha’s sides. Natasha could not help her laughs as she squirmed underneath her favorite kids in the world.

If this was the way she had to go, she would gladly accept her fate.

However, everything was brought to a halt as the doorbell rang, signifying the pizza arriving.

“Pizza’s here!” Clint called loudly, hurrying through the house and heading for the front door.

“Of course you show up as soon as food gets involved, Barton,” Natasha commented, and he just turned his head to smirk at her before opening the door and dealing with the pizza person outside.

All of the kids got up to go call dibs on their pieces of pizza, following their father into the kitchen, and Natasha sat up, slumping against the couch with a light laugh as she looked at Yelena.

Yelena just grinned wickedly at her and Natasha reached out, shoving Yelena’s shoulder playfully. Yelena moved way too dramatically with the push, and Natasha grabbed the collar of Yelena’s shirt and tugged her over against her. Yelena leaned into her side, her head resting on Natasha’s shoulder heavily. Natasha then happened to look up at Laura.

Laura was just sitting there gazing at the two with the happiest and most fond expression on her face, and she sighed contentedly. Natasha raised an eyebrow, wordlessly questioning the woman.

“It’s really good to see you so happy, Nat. You’re really lucky to have someone as special as Yelena,” Laura complimented, and Natasha opened her mouth to speak, but Yelena quickly interrupted.

“I’m the lucky one because I get the best poser in the world,” Yelena expressed, looking up at Natasha with adoration despite her teasing, and Natasha felt a ridiculously happy smile overtaking her as she looked down at the younger woman.

And as Clint and the kids came swarming back in, the former bringing pizza and the latter begging Yelena to tell a story about something or another, Natasha felt something she had not felt in a really long time.

She felt almost whole again.

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hi i just stumbled upon your blog and i wanna just say that i love your writing!!!!!! you’re really talented! if you want to, could i request a fluffy getting together fic/drabble/hc (whatever you want lol) osamu x a nonbinary and asexual reader? if not that’s okay too anyways i love you and i hope you have an amazing day🥺💖

Pairing: Osamu x non-binary & asexual reader Content warning: fluffy, slight angst in the beginning, friends to lovers, mentions of bullying, prejudice against gender identity, and sexual orientation. A/N: My only regret is not getting this out to you faster! You’re honestly the sweetest person and I hope this fic brightens your day the way your request really brightened mine! There wasn’t a whole lot of direction other than you wanted Osamu and the reader to get together, so I hope the tone and pacing sit right with you 🥰I love you too! Enjoy! 💖

He didn’t think he was ever going to hear from you again, so when Osamu Miya received your call unexpectedly last weekend… needless to say he was shocked. “Osamu, it’s me.” He almost dropped his mug of coffee over the sink at the sound of your voice. You still had his number? He blinked a few several times, making sure he was entirely awake and this isn’t some weird fever dream. “Y/n?” He couldn’t remember the last time you two had actually seen each other. His mind goes back to high school, where times had perhaps been simpler, for him at least. Osamu realized life for you had been more challenging in high school, you were one of the only openly queer kids at Inarizaki High and though he thought that made you brave, he realized it had to be challenging for you as well. Being open made you a target for bullying, something that never seemed to phase you. Osamu realized it did, more than you ever wanted others to realize. He regretted never making himself more available. Never sticking up for you in times of need. His own inaction disappointed him, and he was convinced you wouldn’t want to spend time with someone who wouldn’t come to their defense anyways. “How’s it going?” You laugh at his informality, even when he’s surprised he still manages to make you laugh as he did in high school. You two catch up, and you tell him about how you traveled abroad for college and got a job in the same city as your university. For someone who didn’t bother to move out of his hometown, he couldn’t help but be impressed by your adventurous spirit. “So I was wondering if you wanted to meet up for coffee and catch up? I’m coming back home.” “Oh, how come?” “Well don’t act so excited,” you tease. “I asked to be transferred and my work agreed. I miss my friends and family.” “Coffee sounds good.” “Great, I’ll text you later. You better have a good coffee spot in mind.” After the call, you two texted back and forth for days leading up to your meeting. Instead of coffee, Osamu invited you to his restaurant. Asamu was right when he chastised his brother about the decision. It was a bit of a flex, he wanted to show off his business, but it wasn’t just shameless self-promotion. He wanted to cook for you. Good food made by his hands. Osamu wasn’t necessarily open with his feelings a lot of the time, but he had always cooked for girls he dated in the past, and he felt there was some intimacy in watching someone eat a meal you prepared for them. So when the night came, and you arrived at the front of Onigiri Miya, the closed sign hanging on the door. You couldn’t help but marvel at the business your old high school crush managed to make for himself. Good for him, you thought to yourself with a smile. You tapped on the wooden doorframe and took a pensive step back, and when that sliding door opened, you both smiled at each other. It was nice to see how some things didn’t change. Osamu was still built like a brick house, broad-shouldered with bulging biceps stretching the fabric of the t-shirt he wore repping his business. His natural hair color was still cropped in a familiar hairstyle that he wore back in high school. He was a full-grown man now, and warmth radiated through your chest when you realized this was your first time seeing each other as full-fledged adults. “Hey, ‘Samu,” you crack a smile as he invites you in. “What’s on the menu tonight?” The onigiri shop has a bar counter where patrons can sit, along with a couple of tables and chairs, ten or twelve patrons can be seated comfortably. “It’s a surprise,” he told you, usually a little more straightforward than this, at least from what you remembered of the boy in high school. “You’ll have to trust me.” “Okay,” you say with a smile and nod. You’re willing to trust him. So he leads you to the counter, asks what you’d like to drink and you settle on some green tea, to help with your digestion, but to also help keep you alert. He fixes you a cup with practiced ease, and you two end up making small talk about how long he’s been in the restaurant business. He reaches into

the back window that leads into his kitchen and pulls out a pristine-looking white rectangular plate, with four large onigiris spaced out. “You get points for presentation already,” you say with a smile, taking a sip of your tea. “Hold off on giving me a final score until you’ve tasted them at least,” he tells you with a small smile. “You’re not going to eat with me?” “I made them for you.” “Yeah, but these are huge!” You gesture to the plate with your free hand. “I’m not going to be able to eat all four by myself. Rice expands in the stomach anyway.” He cracked a soft smile. “Guess your right, fine. We’ll share.” “Thank you.” You grab one with a thick strip of seaweed wrapped around it and begin to chow down, pleasantly surprised by the salmon mayo filling inside. “Ooof!!” Your voice is muffled with a mouth full of food, but Osamu chuckles at your surprise. He watches you eat with heavy-lidded eyes, eating whatever you end up not finishing. It’s enough to fill you both up. Just something about good food brings people together. “We should do this again sometime,” you say with a smile, looking both pleased with his company and stuffed from the meal. He looks down between your hands resting on the counter, smiling when you’re slender fingers brush between the empty spaces of his own. “We should,” he agrees, letting you lace your fingers with his. A warm feeling enters the pit of his stomach, and he’s sure it’s not from the meal you two shared.

#osamu x reader #osamu fluff #miya osamu #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#osamu x you

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