So my test came back positive for COVID-19 I’d be lying If I said I wasn’t scared but as you might remember I have twin daughters both 2 months old and I still breastfeed but my family watches them for me while I’m in quarantine.I need some fluffy Enji x young wife reader who decorate the house for Spooky season.Enji leaves to grab some paperwork from the agency,but really he stops by Starbee’s to get some drinks and comes home to the twins dressed in they’re costumes.✨🕸🍂🎃
I am sending positive thoughts your way, my dear. I genuinely hope this brings you some comfort while you recover. Get plenty of rest, drink plenty of fluids, feel better soon. You got this, love! 💓
I understand the anxious feeling, my own test results came back positive two days ago… :(
“Honey!” you called out, attempting hang up some faerie lights on the walls. It was a task easier said than done. You just needed to reach a little bit higher. “Please don’t touch the pumpkins yet, we’re carving them later. Actually, bring them over here!”
The Number One Hero has never carved a jack-o-lantern before.
Enji had first told you about his ‘little secret’ while you were both out grocery shopping and he watched you gush about decorating the house. You had suggested placing jack-o-lanterns on the front doorstep which is when the question arose about what you were talking about.
I mean he must have celebrated Halloween as a child, right?
“You’ve never carved a pumpkin before? You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“I don’t find it funny, Y/N.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re serious.”
However, you remembered your husband wasn’t one to joke around and his silence only added onto his annoyed expression.
It’s a complicated but funny memory .
Currently, both of you were sprucing up your home for Halloween or ‘Spooky Season’ as you like to call it, he thinks it’s cute, since your husband had never gone full out festive before. Several lit cinnamon apple candles gave the interior of the house the perfect autumnal scent and a cozy atmosphere. Quiet music hummed in the living room, courtesy of your Spotify playlist.
“Just so you know, I’m done with the outside of the house.”
He walked towards the living room, a pumpkin in each of his arms. “I wasn’t touching the pumpkins,” Enji, somewhat embarrassed he had been caught, attempting to put down the cursed objects and stared it down menacingly, aware of its threat to his pride.
At least, until he dropped them.
“Damn,” He was busy trailing behind them in an effort to stop their mischief but stopped short when he saw you struggling. “Y/N,” he warned you with a concerned tone, “if you’re not careful, you’ll definitely fall.”
“Hold on, darling. I can do it,” You brushed off your doubting husband in order to prove him wrong. He watched you try to make yourself taller, standing up on your tiptoes while on the highest step of the ladder.
Enji watched you try to make yourself taller, standing up on your tiptoes while on the highest step of the ladder. His taller figure stood behind yours, providing support in case you miscalculated and slipped. “There we go!”
As if on cue, both of your little ones started crying for some attention. They had likely woken up from their naps and wanted to be held by their parents for a bit. You needed a decorating break anyways, but being a full-time mama is a 24/7 job.
“Darling,” you sighed, handing him a bag of fake spiderwebs. He noticed your hesitation as you stood in place and glared at him. “Can I trust you to put these up on the walls while I check on the girls?”
“Of course,” he affirmed, slightly offended that you thought he couldn’t handle it, “what’s the problem?”
You gave a weak smile in return and reminded him of last year’s events of when he accidentally set the webs on fire because they had gotten tangled up. The fire department had to be called and the media published a news story with the burnt front lawn on the front page. Endeavor’s PR team had fun week coming up with an reasonable explanation.
“I’m only kidding, honey,” you giggled, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
Enji could tell right away that the house had a completely different vibe than before, it was unfamiliar to him but he found it comforting. All of the hard work you had put into the decorations paid off since everything looked perfect. Now, he wanted to do something special for you in return.
“All right, here’s Haruhi!” You gushed, gently cradling your baby girl in the secured tandem wrap on your chest as she wiggled and squeaked with joy. “Do you want Daddy to hold you?”
The first time your husband ever heard of baby wrapping, he was absolutely horrified. Was it safe? Yes. Was it helpful? Yes. Would he be scared every time you did it in front of him? Of course.
“Come here, sweet girl,” Enji felt his heart swell with love as soon as he was able to hold his daughter and stare at her soft features. It had been a while since he had last held a baby of his own but nonetheless he was overwhelmed with pride.
“Who’s my cute little Hanami?” You bonded with your other infant, giving her gentle kisses while she cooed in response. Chubby little hands gripped your shirt while you whispered loving words to your baby. “My twin flames!”
Hanami and Haruhi were the two beautiful twin daughters you had been blessed with after marrying Enji. He fawns over them any chance he gets. While pregnant, you had everything you needed, on top of being treated like royalty, provided by your doting husband. It was such a drastic personality change, soft and gentle with you, but stern and bold when compared to his engagement with the public.
Being married to a pro-hero made life difficult in terms of being able to maintain personal privacy, however your does all he can to keep you happy and safe. Enji shows his love through gifts and he loves spoiling you any chance he gets. Therefore, he would go get you one of your many favorite things in the world.
He needed to find a decent excuse, fast. Scrolling through his work emails would be a good cover. “Sweetheart, I received a message from the office. I need to pick up a report one of the interns processed.”
“Right now?” The cheery expression on your face quickly fell into a upset frown, he almost backed out on his choice. “Could Shouto come drop it off instead?”
“I’d rather not bother him right now,” Enji explained, hoping you’d drop the matter, “he has remedial classes.”
“Shouto?” You chuckled in disbelief, not believing your husband although it was the truth. He watched you pull out your phone, surely in an attempt to text his son, “Remedial classes? There is no way, he’s too smart.”
Before you could send the text message, your twins both projectile vomited onto your chest and themselves. It was to be expected and was normal to you but your normally level-headed husband thought otherwise.
“Oh my god, are they okay!?” Enji panicked, forgetting his teachings from the online parenting classes he paid for. “Are you okay?”
“Honey, they’re fine,” you calmly reassured, although the expression on your face didn’t match your current mood. “Put Haruhi in here. I had to give the girls a bath either way, go ahead and run to the office.”
Enji shook his head, worried to step foot outside the house after the incident. “I can’t leave you here alone covered in... uh...”
“Baby vomit?” You finshed, pushing him towards the front door. “Enji, I’ve dealt with worse. I went through labor. I can handle it.”
He watched as you eagerly waved from the doorstep, unaware he was out of the house. The twins were secured in their baby wrap, arms waving around with your help. “Come back soon, honey!”
Autumn had arrived much sooner than expected and Enji was secretly glad you had forced him to buy a trench coat when you went shopping last weekend. He was unused to the feeling of being taken care of, he was hero, it was his job to care for others. It was quite interesting to find a spark in life again, he hasn’t felt so validated in a long time.
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“Y/N, are we making jack-o-lanterns? Or are you just torturing that pumpkin?”
Pieces of the giant fruit were flung across the table while you wrestled the carving knife into its flesh for the millionth time. Todoroki could only watch in disbelief at the effort you put into attempting to create a face. So far so good, right?
“Ha!” You squealed, pulling the sharp object out and flinging it around. Todoroki managed to safely get it out your grasp before you stabbed him. “I got the little sucker out of there. Check out my masterpiece.”
“Of course,” he played along, hiding his urge to laugh at the pumpkin, “that’s a nice cat.”
“It’s supposed to be a face…” you sighed, wiping your hands off on your apron. Todoroki watched you reached for a platter on the countertop, “Oh well, do you want a slice of pumpkin bread?”
“I’d love some, thank you,” he accepted, taking a seat at the table.
At first, when Enji had remarried he was surprised at how close you and Shouto had become. His relationship with his children was still recovering but he was happy you were able to connect to them.
You sat across from him and smiled before asking the fatal question, “Enji told me you had remedial classes, is that true?”
“What?” He choked on his bread before answering, “Of course the Old Man told you.”
“I was just worried about you,” you reassured, chuckling in order to ease the tension. He was about to explain himself but your babies’ cries cut him short. “Hold that thought, I have to check on the girls. Wanna come see them?”
“Uhm sure,” Todoroki followed you into the twins’ nursery and awkwardly stood there while he watched you check on the girls. “Hi, my loves! Shouto is here to visit.”
You secured them into their baby wrap and motioned for him to come closer, bringing attention to the items in your hands. “I bought these off of Amazon,” you squealed, shaking the packages. You handed one over while you dressed Hanami. “Aren’t they super cute?”
Shouto softly smiled as he took a look, “Adorable, the twins will look good in them.”
Baby onesies made to look like Endeavor’s hero costume and your own when you were active. He wouldn’t admit it but his father’s merchandise was pretty cool.
“Thank you! I should get some that match your hero costume–!”
“–Is it fun being a mom?”
“I love it!” You answered, buttoning your baby’s shirt. Shouto watched as your infant became fussy. “Haruhi, come on,” You playfully wrestled with your daughter for the eighth time in order to get her to listen, “Daddy will be home any minute, be a good girl.”
“Let me try,” Shouto suggested, gently sliding the onesie on the baby. Haruhi’s hands reached upwards, eagerly wanting to touch his face.
You heard keys jingling at the front door, signaling your husband was home. The baby costumes were supposed to be a surprise so you knew you had to act fast.
You dashed down the hallway to the door in order to stall your husband. Enji knew something was up as soon as he noticed your disheveled state. “Are you alright, Y/N?”
“I have a surprise for you, but you have to close your eyes!” You smiled eagerly, jumping up and down.
“Okay…” he gave you a confused expression, before motioning to the beverages in his hands. “I have one for you too.”
A warm feeling in your chest made you absolutely ecstatic. He had gone out to buy Starbucks for you? Heart eyes for days but you knew you had a better surprise in store for him.
“Thank you, Enji!” You placed a sweet kiss on his cheek before heading back to the nursery. He set the drinks down on the living room table, listening to your voice echo the house, “Wait here and close your eyes.”
“Here,” Enji could hear the smile in your voice but was quickly confused as he heard you address someone else, “hold Hanami and I’ll go get Haruhi. Or hand her off to Enji.”
He was surprised to see his teenage son standing there with his other baby. Their eyes locked before Enji spoke up, “It’s been a while, Shouto...”
“I was just here to see the twins,” he replied curtly, stepping close to the door. He spared you one last glance and a gentle wave, “I’ll be leaving now, Y/N. Thank you.”
“Thank you for the help, Shouto!” You beamed, waving back, “if your friends want to come visit, they’re welcome anytime.”
Enji peered down at his little girl, who was staring his face, before bursting into an innocent smile. He noticed the material of her clothes appeared familiar before the realization hit him completely.
“Is this…?” He whispered, too overwhelmed to finish the question.
“It gets better!” You gushed, sitting next to him and showing him your other daughter’s outfit.
“Those are my girls,” he replied smugly, before leaning his head on your shoulder. “Thank you, Y/N.”
“For what, Enji?” You glanced over at his proud face.
Enji is known not to be the most patient man in the world but he would do anything to keep his sweet wife happy. Even if it means going along with her giddy antics. You had brought back a fiery light into his life that he didn’t know he ever lost. He felt like a changed man and he was, Enji would go to extreme lengths just to keep his precious family safe and well.
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Scrolling through Twitter that night, a specific hashtag caught your eye. You had to read it again in order to make sure it was real.
Trending #1 in Japan: #DomesticEndeavor
A video of your husband at a Starbucks was uploaded while he ordered the drinks from earlier in the day.
“Venti Very Berry Hibiscus Lemonade and Venti Iced Peach Tea Lemonade,” Enji answered, avoiding eye contact with the barista in hopes of keeping his cover.
“YOU CAN HAVE THEM FOR FREE!” The baristas in the background shouted in unison, star struck faces while they rushed to prepare his order.
“Endeavor maybe a pro-hero but he’s a normal man after all, huh?” The person recording the video giggled, “this is going viral.”
Enji was embarrassed at the fact that more people were whispering about him at the coffee shop and zoomed out there as soon as possible.
The video ended with the employees fangirling and shouting, “HE TIPPED ME FIFTY DOLLARS! ENDEAVOR FOR LIFE!”
