#heartwarming chaos

[menopause-diary]

The Quest for Patience: Adventures in Being a Bonus-Mom

If anyone finds my patience, please return it. It seems I’ve misplaced it somewhere between “Do I really have to?” and “But I did that last year!” As the bonus mom to my boyfriend’s kids, my days often feel like navigating a minefield of whining, dramatic sighs, and the occasional eye-roll symphony. My beautiful “bonus” family ♥️ Take, for example, the simple task of doing dishes. You’d think…

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Nightmare realm prom is sort of sad if you think of it as Bill trying to do the things he isn't able to for one reason or another. (in this instance, he never reached highschool, and whatever school he might've been to is ashes by now) it would be heartwarming to see him have that experience if it wasn't for the fact he's evil, learned nothing, and also 300 people died.

HEY ANON, I love this thank you. But also AUGH

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Nikki: Heartwarming Flame

Designer's Reflection: Heartwarming Flame

Obtained: 2023 birthday event

Rarity: SSR

Attribute: Green/Fresh

Awakened Suit: Heartwarming Song

Story - transcripts from Designer's Reflection

Chapter 1 - Birthday Fire

Chapter 2 - Firework Memories

Chapter 3 - Winter Warmth

Chapter 4 - Firework Wishes

Story - summarized

At the birthday party, Nikki is enjoying everyone's company, even if it is a bit chaotic. Finally, the fireworks start. They bloom in the sky, spelling out Nikki's name. It is then she remembers something from years back.

When she was 9, her family took her to an amusement park for her birthday, and they waited until night to watch the fireworks. Before then, Nikki's sister, Yoyo, gave her a camera to use to take photos.

But when the fireworks started, Nikki was so immersed that she forgot to take pictures. And it was too late by the time she remembered.

Yoyo cheered her up with a fairy girl's wand. The sparkles looked exactly like fireworks.

Next day, the mom made Nikki a birthday cake - but Nikki was afraid of losing it forever, like the fireworks. Her mom assured her that if you remember things and hold onto those memories forever, then nothing will ever be lost.

Nikki returned to the present moment and makes a wish as the last of the fireworks go off.

Connections

-Nikki also went to an amusement park in Dream Bloom. It was for the first anniversary of the game.

-Fireworks play a big role in Marina's Reflection for Exploding Fireworks. She saw them for the first time in one of the Designer's Mirrors and wanted to see them in person.

-When Nikki couldn't get the camera to work, she gave it to her father. The two of them went on a photography trip in Sweet Dream, where he showed her how to take good photos.

Fun Facts

-So far, each of Nikki's birthday designs have been a different attribute: first year was Pink/Sweet, second year was Purple/Sexy, and this time it's Green/Fresh.

-One of the cake ingredients was longan. Longan is a tropical fruit that's in the same family as lychee, rambutan, and soapberry.

[eureka-its-zico]

Hi there!!!! I love you Chaos in Their Bonessss. It's definitely become one of the reasons I want to wake up the next morning. It's a little piece of my safe haven from the bullshit from my job, family, and friends, and for that I truly think it's a beautiful art what you're doing.

My intention is not to pressure you in the slightest. But I believe in showing love and gratitude for those who make our lives a little more enjoyable. So thank you lots for this ;)

<3 <3 <3

Thank you for being absolutely adorable! You are so freaking sweet and I hope you know how much this ask means to me. I’m incredibly humbled that something I’ve written can be an outlet for you when you need it most. 🖤🖤

I am forever grateful to the love that you all show this story and I hope you can feel that appreciation with each chapter I post. 🖤🖤 I hope you have a wonderful weekend, Nonnie. Much love

[mazeppafanart]

Sonic adventure 2 no context drawing

[lianchuann]

why is qing kuang so underrated?? I think you deserve to read enemies to friends to lovers, acting sillies with their group of friends, slowburn, comedic school life danmei today.

[creativenicocorner]

that's right lads, I meant what I said in the notes of ch2 in Glow Worms

[tanuandthetriplets]

Triplets Chadhe Nariyal Ped Par!! | Hathi Ki Sawari!! | Triplets Vlog - 2nd March’24

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

girl i love your shut up mom and career day fic so much!!!!!! i was wondering if you can do something similar to bothh? no pressure if you dont wanna!

Baby's first words

Tags: fluff, crack, jjk men as dads x fem!reader, angst on Nanami's!!!

Synopsis: You and your husband have been trying to get your child to say their first words. Chaos ensues.

An: I hope this is close enough to what you were requesting!! I really couldn't think of much more. Also, I want to point out that I completely forgot that Todo's first name is Aoi. I want to clarify that it is completely unrelated to your baby's name with Satoru lol.

SATORU • SUGURU • TOJI • SUKUNA • NANAMI

SATORU

"Alright Aoi, say da-da, and I'll give you this yummy scoop of baby food." Your husband coaxes as he holds out a spoonful of baby food just out of your small baby's reach.

"Stop bribing our kid to say dada." You giggle as you walk up to your adorable baby sat in his high chair. You fluffed Satoru's hair affectionately with your hand. These were the moments that made life worth living.

"Hmph. I want dada to be his first word. Wouldn't that be so cool?" He asks with a small pout as he coaxes your baby's attention again with the spoon. "C'mon Aoi, da-da." He sounds out the word phonetically to try to teach Aoi.

However, your pretty blue-eyed baby looked up at you with the brightest smile. "Mama!" Aoi cried as he made grabby hands for you.

Yours and Satoru's mouths completely dropped. While you immediately started laughing and picking up Aoi out of the highchair to snuggle your baby, your husband just looked at you with a bittersweet pout. He wanted to be y'all's baby's first words, but it was worth it to see your reaction to Aoi saying mama.

"That's right, baby. Mama." You encourage, smooching him on his chubby little cheek.

"Alright, I get it kid. I'd say mama to get a kiss too." Satoru laughs as he holds out his cheek towards you with a playful grin.

Jokingly rolling your eyes, you press a kiss to Satoru's cheek too.

SUGURU

"Alright girls, can you say da-da?" You said to the two young twin girls in their highchairs. You pointed to Geto as he stood next to you.

"They're too young to be talking, darling." He muses as he looks at your twin girls.

"But they're not too young to learn. Don't act like you don't want to hear them say dada." You poke Geto in his side, causing for him to let out a hearty chuckle.

"I want to keep them as young for as long as possible. Watching them grow up is going to send me into an early retirement." He says as he lovingly rubs on your back.

A doorbell sounding throughout the house caused your husband to sigh deeply. He hated being pulled away from these moments with you and the girls.

"Were you expecting someone?" You curiously ask.

"No, it's probably just one of those filthy monkeys again." He gripes as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Dada!" Mimiko shouts with a giggle, garnering both your attentions.

"You really have to stop saying that in front of the girls." You chide as Geto picks up Mimiko from her highchair.

"My sweet girl." He grins at the baby in his hands and blows a raspberry on her cheek.

The doorbell rings again, and you sigh this time. "I guess I'll go get it." You say as you start to walk away.

"M-m... ma..ma.." Nanako quietly whimpered as your presence left the room.

"Oh, it's okay, little one. She'll be back." Geto soothes as he picks his other daughter up with his other arm. What's the purpose of having two arms if you couldn't snuggle both your twin daughters at the same time?

After scaring off a salesman, you return to the heartwarming sight.

"You missed it, darling. Nanako said mama." Geto informs you with a proud smile.

"I always miss the good parts!" You complain as you scoop Nanako up out of Geto's arms. "I hope they stay this little forever."

"Me too."

TOJI

"Okay Gumi, can you say ma-ma?" You say as you're staring with a bright smile at your flat expression baby. He honestly looks like he might be judging you for even insinuating that he'd say mama.

"Okay, tough crowd." You muse as you hand Megumi one of his toys for him to play with.

You have been trying to teach him how to say mama for the past month or so, but he hasn't really said much of anything. He'll babble sometimes, but it's rare.

You were concerned about his mental and social development, but his pediatrician assured you that there was nothing wrong with little Megumi.

"He just doesn't want to talk yet." The doctor informed you with a lighthearted laugh.

It was semi-funny, but you couldn't help and compare with other moms. You knew it was wrong and every baby developed at their own rate, but you really just wanted to hear your baby's sweet voice.

Toji walks in through the front door immediately kicking his shoes off. "No one touch me. I'm covered in blood." He grunts as he tries his best to maneuver and not spread the blood everywhere.

Given his job, you were already use to this. "It's not yours, right?" You ask as you look up at him.

"Course not, babe. What do you take me for? An amateur?" He asks with a cocky grin.

Megumi looks up from his highchair, and his eyes immediately go as big as saucers upon seeing his dad walk in through the door. "Papa!" He immediately cries out, making grabby hands towards Toji.

You stare at your son in disbelief. "You little traitor!" You whine, but you also feel the relief pool into you. Your baby really just didn't want to talk to you, but that's fine.

"Ahh you little shit. You would do this when I can't pick you up. Your mama will kill me if I get blood on you." He grins as he carefully pats Megumi's hair with a clean hand.

"Damn right. Go shower." You instruct with a small grin.

"Yes mam." He retorts playfully as he shot you a little wink.

SUKUNA

"Okay Ryu, say ma-ma." You say to your little pink-haired baby as he's looking at you from his high chair.

"That's so amateur. He's the son of the king." Sukuna says as he pulls up a chair and sits backwards in it, facing y'all's baby. "Say dismantle." He grins wildly, and your sweet baby just giggles at him.

"You dare laugh in the face of a king, hm?" Sukuna asks as he playfully narrows his eyes. Despite how scary he was trying to seem, Ryu just kept smiling at him and giggling.

"Stop trying to get our baby to say cursed techniques." You chide your husband while shaking your head.

"Fine. Say Satoru Gojo's a bitch."

"Ryomen!"

"What!?" Sukuna shouts defensively. "I'll never forgive that white-haired bastard for teaching his kid to say 'kuna sucks'." You quietly laugh remembering that random video that was sent to you two.

In their older age, Sukuna and Satoru had settled on having a baby race. Constantly filming their baby's milestones and gloating to the other.

Sukuna had practically cheered whenever little Ryu was eating more solid foods than Gojo's kid was.

"D...d.." Ryu babbles and tries to get his syllables right.

"Woman. Get your phone machine out. He's going to cast his first domain." Sukuna says as he's immediately grabbing onto your arm.

"Sukuna, for the last time. It's just called a phone, and he's not going to cast a domain." You say as you start recording your little baby Ryu.

"Da..da... dada." Your son babbles out reaching up towards his dad.

Sukuna's face slightly drops, but it wasn't to one of sadness. No, he felt surprised. His son was reaching to him, calling for him. To most people, he was the King of Curses, but to little Ryu, he was simply dada.

Your husband scoops your son into his arms, hugging him lovingly. "I'll let you slide just this once. Next time you'll cast a domain." He says playfully while cradling his son in his arms.

Later, you would get a text from Gojo after sending him that video.

Gojo: Cute kid. Sukuna looks happy. Fucker is finally softening in his prehistoric age.

NANAMI

"Say da-da..." Your voice plays over Nanami's phone as he watches the video you just sent him of you teaching Hana how to say her first words.

"Dada!" Hana yells with a cheerful smile while clapping her little hands together.

Your husband smiles, missing you two dearly right now. It feels like his heart lives outside his chest. If he could afford it, he'd go home and snuggle with you two.

Yn: Stay safe out there, Ken. Please.

He promptly texts back, promising that he'll be back home before you know it. Though, something about the air in Shibuya tonight gave Nanami second guesses about that.

He could leave. He could leave right now and return home to you and his daughter, but his students and his peers need him.

Yn: The power's out here, Ken. Is everything alright?

Yn: Jesus I can hear the explosions from here...

Yn: Please tell me that you're safe...

Yn: Hana and I are evacuating. I love you. Please text me as soon as you can.

Yn: You fuckig promised... you liedd to me.

Yn: What do I tell Hana every time she says dada?

[witchwhaat]

just saw eeaao in cinema

[menopause-diary]

The Great Movie Misadventure: Life with a Younger Boyfriend and His Kids

Living with a younger boyfriend and his kids is like being on a sitcom where you’re not sure if you’re the star or the comic relief. Yesterday’s episode? A trip to the movies that proved why Netflix and chill should sometimes be taken literally. After endless nagging, we decided to brave the cinema. I teamed up with Millie, who’s nearing her seventh birthday but acts like she’s auditioning for a…

[ninety6tears]

I don’t think they know about preflight checks, Pip.

WIP Wednesday

This is from "Building Bridges," a silly gen ficlet I'm working on about Echo's early days with the Bad Batch that's basically about him being just about driven crazy by Tech's messiness, Wrecker's insane idea of a good time, none of them giving a shit about protocol, etc. It's a lot to adjust to on top of waking up a cyborg recently and he needs some ice cream.

When Echo first set foot on the Marauder knowing it was now his own personal starship, he noticed things he hadn’t before. For one thing, this shuttle was modified to accommodate Clone Force 99 on long voyages, equipped with racks—but not enough for five people. Echo had felt so fortunate, touched even, that this squad had just offered to have him when he couldn’t imagine any other place for him anymore. But noticing this brought on an unpleasant realization that he could just as easily find he didn’t comfortably belong here either. The interior was certainly messier than any Republic vessel he’d been on, too. The detached head of a battle droid, evidently kept by one of them as a trophy, was left on the floor and nearly made Echo trip and fall as he walked a little awkwardly to the front of the ship on the cybernetic legs he was still getting used to. Then when Tech had fired up the engine and appeared about to lift off, Echo couldn’t help himself. “Wait,” he said. “We’re leaving the system, yes? Reporting to Kamino?” Tech turned in his chair to look at him seated behind him. “Of course. What is it?” “What about the preflight checks?” Silence fell for a moment while Tech looked perhaps the closest to offended that he was capable of looking. A glance toward the others showed that Hunter seemed mildly amused, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. Meanwhile Crosshair lounged carelessly across one of the drawn racks like none of this concerned him, and Wrecker stood in a corner looking to Hunter with a confused and lost sort of expression that gave a horrifyingly sure impression that he had no idea what preflight checks were. Hunter turned his seat around, relaxing back into it, and put his feet up on the one behind it. “Everyone on board?” he said. “No, Sarge,” muttered Crosshair from the back in a smartass tone Echo would come to know well. “Right,” Hunter said. “Fuselage intact. Atmospheric conditions favorable. Equipment barely functional.” He punctuated that last assessment by stretching a leg out to give a light tap of his foot to their power droid, who let out a pathetic-sounding low honk. “Pilot as unqualified as always.” “Now that is a gross misrepresentation,” Tech said in his detached and airy voice, his hands once again flying breezily across the controls. “Welcome aboard, Echo.” Then Tech flew them up into the air and pointed their ship in the right direction with a maneuver that nearly threw Echo from his seat and explained exactly what Hunter had meant.

[senascoop]

DREAMSCAPE ☁︎ M.LIST !

WELCOME to the DREAMSCAPE MINI ENHYPEN series— a collection of seven unique fanfics that blur the lines between fantasy, crime, comedy, and romance. Each story dives deep into intricate plots, so if you were hoping for simple FLUFF or SMUT, you might want to look elsewhere. But if you're here for thrilling twists, complex characters, and captivating worlds, you've come to the right place! BUCKLE UP; it's going to be a wild ride!

WORD COUNT MIGHT RANGE FROM 10K—30K,

MINORS, please steer clear of the SMUT fanfics. However, don't worry—you’re more than welcome to dive into the fluff stories! They’re just as captivating and enjoyable, offering all the heartwarming moments without the mature content. Enjoy responsibly!

IF YOU’RE INTERESTED IN ANY OF THESE FICS, PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHICH ONE YOU'D LIKE TO BE TAGGED IN!

JUST REPLY WITH THE PREFERENCE, AND I’LL MAKE SURE TO KEEP YOU UPDATED. THANKS!

﹙ 🕊️ ﹚ ぃ ──── SHE HAS LOST EVERY CASE, HOW COULD SHE WIN MINE?

EXCUSE ME !

READ HERE

SUSPECT ! HEESEUNG × LAWYER ! AFAB READER

MATURE THEMES, LAW BASED & SMUT !

Heeseung is unexpectedly thrust into the center of a murder investigation, accused of killing an old school friend. The truth, however, runs deeper than it appears, leaving everyone questioning whether he's truly the suspect. Enter you, his defense lawyer, notorious for losing every case you take on. Against all odds, you're handed Heeseung's case, and let’s just say…it’s a recipe for disaster for both of you. As you dig deeper, unraveling layers of deception, you’ll have to confront your own doubts and insecurities. Will you be able to prove Heeseung's innocence, or will this case be another tally in your string of failures?

﹙ 🧊 ﹚ ぃ ──── DID I REALLY DESERVE TO BE CAUGHT UP WITH SUCH A TROUBLE?

OOPS, WRONG ERA !

READ HERE

TIME TRAVELLER ! JAY × STUDENT ! AFAB READER

20TH CENTURY AU, SLIGHTLY FUTURISTIC & FLUFF !

Jay was the epitome of a perfect student—charming, intelligent, and utterly dedicated. The only catch? He was a time traveler from the future, marooned in the 20th century and trying to blend in as a normal teenager. When you discovered his secret, you seized the opportunity. You blackmailed him into becoming your personal homework and assignment writer, using his advanced knowledge to help you ace your classes. Jay’s attempts to navigate high school life while fulfilling his unexpected new role provided endless amusement and challenges for both of you.

﹙ ☁️ ﹚ ぃ ──── WHY WOULD YOU SHOW UP WHEN I MOVED ON?

WINDS CHANGE ☁︎

READ HERE

EX ! JAKE × EX ! AFAB READER

ANGST & SMUT !

It's been five years since you and Jake called it quits, each going your separate ways. Life seemed fine—until the dreaded wedding invitation arrives from an old friend. Reluctantly, you decide to attend, only to find Jake, your ex, waiting there like a storm on the horizon, ready to turn your calm into chaos. With unresolved feelings and past memories looming, the wedding becomes a battlefield of witty exchanges, accidental encounters, and a slow unraveling of what truly ended between you two. Are the winds of change blowing in favor of a second chance, or will they only serve to remind you why you broke up in the first place?

﹙ 🍁 ﹚ ぃ ──── I KNOW IT'S MY FAULT, BUT I WANNA MAKE IT BETTER!

GET WELL SOON シ︎

READ HERE

RACER ! SUNGHOON × ORPHAN ! AFAB READER

MENTIONS OF CRIME & ACCIDENT, OVERALL FLUFF & CRACK !

You’ve always considered yourself a good person—kind, forgiving, and patient. But Sunghoon tested every bit of that. One reckless, drunken drive was all it took for him to flip your life upside down, leaving you temporarily confined to a wheelchair. The inconvenience was more than just physical; it was a wound to your pride and independence. Sunghoon, however, refused to walk away from his mistake. Guilt-ridden and determined to make amends, he became a constant presence in your life—covering your medical bills, offering you emotional support, and sticking around even when you wished he wouldn’t.

﹙ 🦄 ﹚ ぃ ──── CAN'T YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF BY YOURSELF?

LIKE PINK !

READ HERE

GUARDIAN ANGEL ! SUNOO × CLUMSY ! AFAB READER

FANTASY & PURE FLUFF !

You’ve always believed you were cursed with the "unlucky girl syndrome." From tripping on flat surfaces to losing your keys every other day, it seemed like misfortune followed you everywhere. But was it really a curse, or just bad luck? You never quite figured it out. When a guardian angel was sent from above, you hoped your luck would finally turn around. Instead, you got Sunoo—a messy, clumsy, and utterly unhelpful angel who seemed more like a walking disaster than a divine helper. All you could think of was asking God for a refund, because with Sunoo around, your life was about to get a lot more chaotic… and maybe a little brighter, too.

﹙ 🔥 ﹚ ぃ ──── I KNOW A TRICK TOO!

SIZZLES OF HIM ᯾

READ HERE

CLASSMATE ! JUNGWON × AFAB ! READER

FANTASY ELEMENTS, MAGICAL AU & SMUT !

There was always something about your quiet, mysterious classmate Jungwon that piqued your curiosity. You couldn't quite put your finger on it—until the day you accidentally peeked into his room and saw him hovering mid-air, surrounded by sparks of electricity. It all made sense then; he wasn't just your average student. Little did he know, you were hiding a secret of your own—one that mirrored his in more ways than one. Two forces of nature, each with powers as different as night and day, destined to collide. As they say, opposites attract, but in your case, they might just ignite.

﹙ 🍫 ﹚ ぃ ──── THIS MIGHT SOUND CRAZY BUT TRUST ME IT'S TRUE!

TIED UP IN YOU !

READ HERE

PHONE GUY ! NIKI × STUDENT ! AFAB READER

CRACK (?), PURE FLUFF !

Niki was a good guy, no doubt about it. The only problem? He was your phone. How, exactly, did your phone transform into this strikingly handsome guy? It was baffling, frustrating, and, honestly, a bit overwhelming. Here you were, trying to navigate a world where your device had somehow become a charming, infuriatingly attractive human being. And to make matters worse, he was as stubborn and endearing as any person you'd ever met.

﹙ 🍒 ﹚ ぃ ──── THANK YOU FOR READING!

Sena’s note: I’m not sure when I'll finish these seven fics, but I hope it’s soon. I’m unsure if anyone will be interested, but this was a preview of what’s coming.

main masterlist.

[woniedarlin]

A Tale of Crushes and Clumsiness: Yang Jungwon

pairing: crush!Jungwon x clumsy admirer! reader

synopsis: Jungwon, with his feline eyes and adorable dimples, was the subject of your biggest crush. Who could blame you? So, you frequented the local library, just hoping to catch a glimpse of him. But one day, in a bold move to get a closer look, you ventured closer, unaware of the chaos your clumsiness was about to unleash.

warnings: Jungwon likes physical affection, a little suggestive, injuries such as a bruise and a broken leg.

note: I decided to make this one inspired by a friend of mine who is very clumsy. As you read, remember that the physical descriptions may not mirror to your own, but the essence of the story remains heartwarming. Happy reading darlings!

caution: Reading may cause a sudden urge to visit your local library and fall in love with the nearest charming bookworm.

Jungwon was the kind of guy everyone in your small town admired. He had a presence that was hard to ignore—loving, handsome, humble, and a gentleman. The kind of guy you’d see at an airport, exchange a fleeting glance with, and then spend the rest of your life wondering about. His kindness and the way he treated everyone with respect only added to his appeal. Together with his popular friends, they were somewhat of local celebrities.

You had more than just a little crush on him. In fact, you harbored the biggest, fattest crush imaginable. You’d never admit it out loud, though. It was easier to admire him from afar, to steal glances when he wasn’t looking, and to dream about what could never be. Confronting him and confessing your feelings? It was out of the question.

You’d convinced yourself that he was way out of your league. Jungwon deserved someone who was as poised and perfect as he seemed to be. And you? You were the embodiment of clumsiness. You had a knack for tripping over your own feet, spilling drinks, and generally making a mess of yourself. You couldn’t count the number of times you’d embarrassed yourself in front of others. How could someone as composed and well-liked as Jungwon ever notice you, let alone like you?

Dude, you don’t even know if he knew you existed.

  One particular afternoon, you’ve found your usual spot in the library, a secluded corner where you can quietly admire Jungwon from a distance. He’s at his favorite table, surrounded by a fortress of books, his concentration unbroken. You watch him with a small smile, appreciating the way his brow furrows in thought or how he occasionally scribbles notes with quick, precise movements.

Today, though, your heart races more than usual. You crouch down beside a shelf, peeking through the gaps to get a better view. Just as you’re about to lose yourself watching him, his eyes suddenly meet yours.

Panic surges through you. “MAYDAY!! MAYDAY!! HIDE! ”Your mind screams. In your frantic attempt to duck out of sight, your elbow bumps into a stack of books. They tumble to the floor with a resounding crash that echoes through the library.

Your face flushes crimson as you scramble to pick up the fallen books, mortified by the spectacle you’ve just caused. You silently berate yourself, wishing you could disappear into the floor.

As if things couldn't get any worse, you glance back up to find Jungwon standing right in front of you, a bemused expression on his face.

You freeze; the embarrassment is overwhelming. Your cheeks are probably an incriminating shade of red. The books in your arms seem to mock you with their titles, "The Art of Subtle Obsession: Hidden Emotions."

You want to sink into the floor right now. He's so close now, his eyes fixed on you. Why does he have to be this good-looking, anyway? And what's with that small smile on his lips?

Jungwon can't help but chuckle, his gaze fixed on you, taking in every flustered movement you make. He watches as you pick up the books and arrange them back on the shelf, each move as uncoordinated as the last. Oblivious to his eyes on you, you continue your efforts with a clumsy haste.

It was endearing, he thought. You were a walking contradiction—equal parts cute and awkward in a way that was undeniably endearing. The way you moved, the way you blushed, and the way you tried to hide your awkward, flustered presence.

Without so much as a greeting, Jungwon extends a hand, a silent gesture for you to stand up. His voice is as melodious as it always was.

“Let me help you with those,” he offers, a hint of warmth in his eyes.

You nod, speechless with nerves. As you accept his hand, a rush of sensations floods through you—the warmth of his skin against yours, the gentle pressure of his fingers, the soft yet firm grip that makes your heart skip a beat.

A moment passes, and Jungwon finally breaks the silence with a soft, melodic chuckle. It's not one of mockery. Instead, it's filled with understanding and warmth.

His eyes sparkle as he speaks, and his voice is gentle. "You know, you could have just come up and said hello. No need for the impressive 'book-falling Olympics' exhibition,"

“What? ”You tilt your head, your heart skipping a beat. Does he know that you were staring at him like a creep?

Jungwon smiles with a knowing gleam in his eyes. "You've been staring at me," he says bluntly, the corners of his lips curving into a wider grin. There's no accusation in his voice, just a casual acceptance.

You freeze, your face flushing an even deeper shade of crimson. It's impossible to deny it. He's caught you. The books in your arms can't hide your secret crush on him.

Amusement dances in Jungwon's gaze as he catches your confusion. He carefully takes the books from your arms and puts them back on the shelves accordingly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You must think I'm completely dense, don't you? I've noticed you peeking at me, you know," he teases, his tone light and friendly. "I've seen you trying to steal glances every time I'm here at the library."

The admission makes your cheeks burn. You feel incredibly exposed, as if he'd pulled back the curtain you'd hidden behind. You stammer, trying to find a coherent response that doesn't make you sound like a total stalker.

“Oh, I’m really sorry. You must feel uncomfortable with the way I stare at you,” you mumble, looking down at your feet.

Jungwon's smile only grew as he gently patted your head. "Uncomfortable? Not at all," he reassures you. His laughter is as melodic as ever. "Quite the opposite. I think it's endearing how much you like watching me. It's flattering, really." His voice is like a gentle melody that washes over you, each word a comforting balm to your nerves. He's not creeped out; he isn't upset. He thinks it's cute!

“I don’t mind your staring. Really. It’s harmless admiration, right? Besides, I understand how hard it is to look away when the view’s so captivating,” Jungwon says, giving you a smile, his dimple showing.

“After all, isn’t it normal to appreciate something beautiful? Like you, for example. You’re quite the stunner yourself. Even when you’re trying—and failing miserably—to fly under the radar.”

“Beautiful? Me? ”You blink at him repeatedly, unable to process his words.

Jungwon chuckles, seemingly amused by your surprise. “You don’t think you’re beautiful? ”He questions you, his gaze roaming over your face. “I happen to disagree. Your skin is radiant, your eyes sparkle like precious jewels, and your lips…” He trails off, his eyes lingering on your mouth for a few beats too long.

“Everything about you. Stunning.”

He pauses, mischief glinting in his eyes. “Should I go on? ”

“I don’t know what to say, to be honest,” you manage to stammer, still reeling from his compliments.

Jungwon grins, clearly enjoying the banter. “You don’t need to say anything. The blush on your cheeks speaks volumes,” he teases, his eyes soft and warm. “It’s nice to know I can make you blush, though. Not many people can do that, you know.”

He reaches out a hand, gently fixing your bangs. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, like a kitten, all flustered and fuzzy.”

You muster a bit of courage and respond, “You look like a kitten yourself, and you should know that a lot of people admire you too. Not just me.”

Jungwon shakes his head, his cheeks coloring slightly under your words. "Flattery will get you everywhere, you know. Keep it up, and you might just win my heart," he says in a half-joking manner, clearly touched by your compliment. "In all honesty, though, I've gotten more than my fair share of attention. But to have yours? Someone as fascinating as you, quietly watching me from the sidelines? That's a different kind of thrill."

His words make your heart flutter, and you feel a smile tugging at your lips. “Really? ”

“Really, really,” Jungwon confirms, his grin widening and his eyes sparkling with warmth and honesty.

“The way you secretly watch me, it’s adorable. The way you tried to hide from me just now with those books and ended up making a cute mess? I could watch you blushing and fumbling all day,” he admits, a playful glint in his eyes.

You can’t help but chuckle nervously at his words, feeling both embarrassed and flattered by his observation.

“Is it weird that I’d love to be the object of your focus? Your ��fascination’? You’re just different. You see me in a way that makes my heart race,” he continues, his tone sincere and genuine.

He looks directly into your eyes as he smiles, his dimple deepening and his gaze unwavering. “So, how about we get coffee together? I’d love to hear more about you.”

You feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you blush, nodding in a fast manner. “Yes, I do,” you manage to stammer, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungwon's smile widens into a cheerful grin, his eyes lighting up at your agreement. “Perfect!'' he exclaims, holding out a hand for you to take, ''There's a quaint café not far from here. The coffee's the best you'll ever have, and they bake the most delicious pastries. Let's go; I'll even pay.” He gently intertwines his fingers with yours, his touch light and warm.

  For months, you get to know Jungwon on a deeper level, just as he is getting to know you. You two would spend time together, often finding yourselves back at the library where it all began. Sitting closely together, it became a habit for Jungwon to hold your hand underneath the table while both of you lost yourselves in books or even shared a book, your heads close together as you whispered and laughed over the pages.

Today, it was Jungwon’s birthday. He had a small gathering planned with his family and closest friends, but he also wanted some alone time with you afterward. You were confused by the request, but since it was his special day, you complied. He wanted to visit you at your house to celebrate another birthday on the same day, in your own space. So, you told him to come at 7 p.m.

Your place was a disaster. Specifically, your kitchen resembled a war zone, splattered with flour and batter. You were in the midst of attempting to bake a strawberry shortcake for him. You knew it was a risky move—having no experience in baking—but you were determined to make something special, knowing Jungwon’s fondness for strawberries. Panic set in as the clock ticked closer to 7 p.m., and you were still adding whipped cream and fresh strawberries on top of the barely baked cake. It was a messy affair, and you felt like a complete novice.

  Then the doorbell rang.

  Your heart sank. The cake looked hideous, and you, yourself, were covered in flour from head to toe. You place the cake on the dinner table, putting candles and lighting each. You had no choice; you didn’t want to keep Jungwon waiting. So, with a guilty face, you hurried to the door and opened it, bracing yourself for his reaction.

There he stood, looking handsome in a casual shirt and jeans. His smile widened as he took in your appearance, the mess of flour on your cheeks, and the guilt on your face. But instead of mockery or disappointment, all you saw was affection and warmth.

“Well, don’t you look like a walking piece of art? ”He teased, his tone light and playful. “The artist at work, I suppose? ”

He stepped inside, his grin never wavering as he took in the state of the kitchen and the messy cake on the table before wrapping you in a tight embrace.

‘’…don’t hug me. I’m a mess. Your clothes will get flour,’’ you said, worried, attempting to push him away gently.

Jungwon laughs, unaffected by your warning. Instead of pulling away, he holds you even tighter, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His laughter vibrates through you, tickling your skin.

“Oh, you sweet, considerate soul,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against your neck.

Jungwon chuckles, his hands gently squeezing your waist. “It’s okay; I don’t mind a little flour on my clothes. Besides, you look adorable like this. A tiny little baker with a big heart.”

He pauses, his eyes filled with warmth. “But mostly, I just wanted an excuse to hold you close, kitten.”

‘’Well, happy birthday, Jungwon,’’ you say softly, feeling a warm rush of affection for him.

Jungwon’s smile widens at your words, happiness shining through his eyes. “Thank you, kitten,” he whispers, holding you close with his arms wrapped around your midriff.

“But I should be the one thanking you,” he adds. “You put all of this effort into baking me a cake, and you look so darn cute while doing it. I’m a lucky man.”

He presses a gentle kiss on your neck, relishing the closeness between you.

You look at the cake, feeling a bit sheepish. ‘’Um.. Wanna blow out the candle? ’’

Jungwon follows your gaze, his eyes landing on the messy, lopsided cake with a single candle on top.

“Absolutely,” he grins, his eyes filled with delight.

He gives you a wry smile. “Let’s pretend I didn’t just see you light it a few minutes ago.”

He pulls away from the hug slightly, keeping an arm wrapped around your waist as he leans forward towards the cake. With practiced ease, he blows out the candle, his breath sending a gust of air that extinguishes the small flame. As he does, he murmurs a silent wish, the corners of his lips lifting into a soft smile.

Jungwon stands back up, his arm still wrapped around your waist. He looks at you with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with affection. He rubs his thumb over the small of your back, a gentle gesture, before he speaks again.

“Well done, little baker,” he chuckles, a teasing lilt in his voice. “That cake might be a mess, but let me tell you, it’s the sweetest mess I’ve ever seen.”

He reaches forward, gently swipes some batter off your cheek, and pops his thumb into his mouth with a wink.

“And quite appetizing too.”

You giggle, feeling a rush of warmth at his playful antics. ‘’Now you got flour on your clothes,’’ you point out.

Jungwon shrugs with a mischievous smile, his gaze never leaving your face.

“Who cares about my clothes? They’re just going to end up on the floor anyway,” he says cheekily, raising an eyebrow and giving you a suggestive smirk.

“More importantly, I’ve got you, kitten. I’m happy as long as I’m in your company.”

You blush at his words, feeling a flutter of butterflies in your stomach. Unable to meet his gaze, you hide your face in his chest, feeling his warmth and steady heartbeat comfort you.

Jungwon lets out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the room. With one arm still wrapped around your waist, he uses his free hand to gently tilt your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“Don’t hide that adorable blush, kitten. It’s one of my favorite sights,” he murmurs. His thumb strokes your cheek delicately.

“Besides, I’m quite enjoying this hug.”

‘’Well, since I kind of screwed up the cake, is there anything I could do to make up for it? ’’ You said, tilting your head.

Jungwon chuckles, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he looks at you with a fond gaze. “Kitten, the cake didn’t turn out the way you hoped, sure. But it’s still a sweet gesture and the most adorable thing I’ve seen in a while. Besides, you did your best, and I love you for it,” he teases, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your hip.

“Honestly, the sight of you in this outfit, covered in flour and looking utterly cute, is more than enough compensation. But if you really want, maybe you could be mine. That would be the best gift ever.”

‘’What? ..’’ you said, feeling a rush of surprise and warmth.

Jungwon laughs softly, realizing you might not have completely grasped the depth of his words. He gently cups your face with one hand, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your cheek.

“I’m talking about us, kitten,” he murmurs, his voice low and tender. “Be mine. Officially. Be my partner, my other half. I know it’s a bit sudden, but I can’t hold the feeling back anymore. I need you to know how much you mean to me.”

‘’Of course…I..I’d love to,’’ you said, your heart racing with joy and love.

Jungwon’s eyes widen slightly at your unexpected response; the surprise is soon replaced by a wide, radiant smile. His eyes shine with happiness, and his dimples deepen as he pulls your body closer to his, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He pours all his emotions into the kiss, the love and affection he feels for you overflowing like a river breaking free from its dam.

He pulls away slightly, breathless but elated, a look of adoration in his eyes.

“I love you, kitten. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

‘’I love you too,’’ you said, feeling like the luckiest person in the world to have him by your side.

Jungwon beams at your words, his eyes lighting up with joy and relief. He presses a series of soft, tender kisses all over your face. He whispers the words “I love you” between each kiss, each declaration punctuated with a brush of his lips against your skin.

  You two fell deeper in love with each passing day, building a serious and meaningful relationship that brought joy and fulfillment to both of your lives. You reached milestones together, including meeting each other’s parents, a moment that was truly beautiful and heartwarming. Jungwon adored your clumsiness, seeing it as a charming part of who you were, but he also worried about you, especially when you got injured, whether it was a small bruise or a more serious mishap like when you broke your leg after misstepping on the stairs. He was by your side at the hospital, his heart aching with worry and fear, his tears flowing as if he were the one in pain.

Today was like any other day, filled with plans to spend time together. You had decided to bake cookies at your place, but as you prepared to start, you realized you had forgotten the flour. With a sigh, you began to put on your shoes, intending to make a quick trip to the grocery store. Jungwon offered to come with you, his concern evident in his eyes, but you reassured him that you could handle it on your own.

“Don’t worry, baby! I’ll be here in no time. It’s just flour,” you said with a smile, trying to ease his worries as you opened the front door.

As Jungwon watched you open the door, a slight frown creased his forehead. Being protective of you was second nature to him, and he couldn’t shake the worry that something might happen during your quick errand. He tried to suppress his concern, however, not wanting to come off as overbearing.

Giving you a small smile, his eyes still tinged with worry, he spoke softly, his voice laced with concern. “Be careful, kitten. Take it easy and text me if anything happens.”

With a gentle squeeze of your hand, he reluctantly let you go, his heart heavy with worry, until you returned safely home.

Jungwon knew he should trust you, but his worry was overpowering. It had only been five minutes since you left, but he was already getting sick with worry. Glancing anxiously at the front door, he couldn’t shake the images of worst-case scenarios playing out in his mind—what could happen to you on the way to the grocery store, at the store itself, or on the way back home? He doesn’t want his kitten to get more injuries.

After a moment of not-so-careful thought, he immediately put on his shoes and dashed towards the grocery store. His heart raced with each step, the fear of something happening to you driving him forward, determined to find you and ensure your safety.

As Jungwon rushed towards the grocery store, his heart pounded in his chest. He tried to keep his thoughts positive, hoping that you were doing fine and that he was overthinking the situation. But no matter how much he reassured himself, he couldn’t shake the worry that something was wrong. Reaching the grocery store, Jungwon quickly searched for you in the aisles, his gaze fixated on the shelves and the people passing by. He called your name, scanning the place for any sight of you, his anxiety growing with each passing moment.

“Kitten? Kitten? Where are you? ”He called out, his voice tinged with urgency, his heart racing as he desperately searched for any sign of you amidst the bustling store.

As Jungwon’s voice echoed through the store, you were oblivious to his calls, lost in your own world at the back section, scrutinizing the sacks of flour on the shelves. Your focus was solely on choosing the right one, unaware of the worry creeping into Jungwon’s heart as he searched for you.

As Jungwon walked through the store, his eyes darted from aisle to aisle as he called out your name, but he couldn’t find you anywhere. Frustration and worry grew within him, but he refused to give up. He finally reached the back section of the store, and there you were, standing in front of the shelves, completely engrossed in choosing flour.

A wave of relief washed over Jungwon as he saw you there, unharmed and safe. His heart finally began to settle, and he immediately closed the distance between you.

He approached you slowly, standing just behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes closing as he rested his chin on your shoulder, making you flinch at the touch.

“Kitten,” he whispers, his voice muffled by your hair. “You scared me. I was so worried. I thought something had happened to you.”

He tightened his grip, his concern evident in his touch. “Kitten, I’ve been searching for you everywhere. I was so worried. Why weren’t you answering my calls? ”

‘’Baby? Why are you here? ’’ You said in shock.

Jungwon tightens his hold, his fingers splaying against your stomach.

“Why do you think, kitten? I was so worried. I couldn’t stay put, knowing you were out there alone. I had to see you safe,” he mumbles, his voice filled with relief and concern.

He presses a series of soft kisses on your cheek, his breath slightly shaky. “Promise me next time you’ll bring me with you. Or text me the whole time.”

‘’Ok.. I promise,’’ you said, feeling a rush of warmth at his caring gesture.

Jungwon nods, his embrace relaxing slightly, but he still keeps you close, his chin resting on your shoulder. His fingers gently rub circles on your stomach, a soothing gesture.

“Thank you, kitten,” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss on your neck. “I’m glad you’re safe. I love you, you know that?”

‘’I love you too,’’ you said, feeling the love and warmth in his words wash over you.

Jungwon turns you around to face him, his gaze soft and loving. He cups your face gently, his thumbs brushing over the contours of your cheeks.

“I love you with everything I am; you know that? Seeing you safe has eased my worries. Now, let’s get that flour and head back home. You got anything else on the list, kitten? ”

‘’Well, just the flour. Let’s purchase this first,’’ you said, feeling grateful for his presence and love as you both continued with your errand, knowing that you were always there for each other through thick and thin.

Jungwon nods, giving you another heartfelt kiss before taking your hand into his.

“Alright, let’s grab that flour and get out of here. I can’t wait to get you back home.”

He leads you to the checkout counter, carrying the chosen bag of flour, his grip on your hand never loosening. Once you’ve paid, you both leave the supermarket, walking back towards your home.

“I was so worried,” he admits, his grip slightly tighter on your hand as you walk.

‘’You might be overreacting,’’ you tease him, enjoying the playful banter between you.

Jungwon raises an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at his lips. He bumps his hip into you playfully. “Am I? Maybe. But I can’t help it. You’re just so clumsy, kitten. Can you blame me for being so worried? ”He teases, his tone filled with affection.

As you both walk, Jungwon rolls his eyes, but a small smile plays on his lips. “Hey, you never know! You’re the biggest magnet for trouble I’ve ever seen. I just couldn’t sit there doing nothing while your cute little butt was out there somewhere. I don’t exactly want to see my wife injured again. The hospital traumatized me enough.”

‘’Wife? ’’ You said, surprised by his choice of words.

Jungwon chuckles at your reaction, his smile growing wider. “Of course you’re going to be my wife someday, aren’t you, kitten? ”He murmurs, his fingers tracing soft circles on your cheek.

“I’ve thought about it a lot,” he continues. “The wedding, the ring, our future. I don’t want anyone else. I’m madly in love with you.” He presses a tender kiss on your cheek.

‘’I’m madly in love with you too, my husband,’’ you said, a playful glint in your eye.

Upon hearing your remark, Jungwon’s cheeks flushed, his heart skipping a beat. “Oh, so I’m your husband now, huh? ”He teases, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Is that so, kitten? ”

He laughs. “Guess I have to live up to the role, huh? I’ll be the best husband ever,” he whispers, his voice soft and tender.

He gently tugs you closer, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss, full of promise and affection. He holds you tightly in his arms, knowing that this is just the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

  As you walk hand in hand with Jungwon, you feel like maybe, just maybe, you’re not as clumsy as you thought—you just needed the right person to catch you.

[charlotteking23]

No Fool - LN4

Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando tries to make you feel better after your award show goes wrong, but instead creates chaos.

requested: anonymous

"Baby, I am so proud of you, getting this award is a big deal", Lando breathes out running his hands across my body lightly squeezing me.

"thanks", I mutter shyly. I was so nervous about this award. what if I made a fool of myself, all these what ifs running through my head.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look in the dress", Lando smirked as he squeezed your thigh as we rode to the award show.

I couldn't stop admiring him, he looked so sexy in that suit with one hand driving the car and the other hand on my thigh.

"take a picture, it will last longer baby", Lando chuckled seeing my face hot with embarrassment being caught looking at him.

As we arrived, the paparazzi immediately swarmed the car, recognizing the vehicle belonged to the Lando Norris.

As we headed inside the ceremony, Lando's hand never left my waist. Lando and I took our assigned seats next to each other, we weren't in the back but also not in the front it was perfect, made felt invisible.

As time went on Lando's hand never left my thigh whispering some not-so-kid-friendly things. We were in front of the other drivers as well Max, Daniel, Charles and etc.

Finally, my name was called as I got up Lando took my hand squeezing it lightly reassuring me. As I walked on stage, the host introduced me making a little speech.

It was supposed to be a heartwarming speech but had turned into a nightmare. He talked about how the beginning of the season was terrible, making me blush in embarrassment. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I spoke through the microphone.

I felt like an idiot, I practiced my speech a hundred times but as I started speaking I completely messed up my speech, even stuttering. Finally, when I was done the party could start because I was the last one.

I brushed past Lando when he tried to congratulate me and instead walked over to the bar to order some strong shots.

After a few I walked around stumbling over my feet, everything was so blurry. I couldn't remember how many drinks I had, only remembering the horrible speech I had presented.

I spotted Lando by the tables talking to Daniel and Oscar, looking around every minute as if he was looking for something or someone.

I stumbled towards Lando thinking how do I get his attention, I didn't want to interrupt him so I tugged on his shirt. Immediately Lando turned around, sighing softly as he realized I was the one who tugged slightly at his shirt.

I crashed into his body, hugging him as tightly as possible. "I made a fool of myself", I said pouting slightly against Lando's chest.

"Oh baby, you didn't make a fool of yourself, you did wonderful", Lando whispered in my ear leading me towards the table where he gave me a bottle of water.

"Do you want to go home", Lando whispered. I nodded yes not wanting to say anymore, only wanting to get out of this suffocated place.

Lando waved his friends bye, gathering my arms into his embrace walking me out to the front. As exspected Paparazzi and fans were lined up.

It felt too much, seeing people push each other to see a glance at the F1 driver and his girlfriend. The crowd got pusher and pusher leading you to almost fall when a guy trampled you to see Lando.

Lando immediately helps you, pulling your hands to hold his waist.

“Hey, watch it you nearly hurt my girlfriend”, Lando grunts not trying to get into a fight and reframed from saying anything bad.

“Please Lando, you could do better than this bit”-, before the man could finish Lando punch the man in the face.

You look around blinded by the media flashing lights wanting to see Lando fight. You turned a few seconds later to see Daniel holding Lando back and Oscar calling someone, probably the authorities.

You look at the guy seeing some nasty bruises and cuts. You saw Lando with no bruises and just a cut on his lip but that’s it.

Lando finally calmed down, his number one priority was to look for you when he finally saw your figure frozen a few feet away from him.

He took your arm dragging you to his car where the media flashed both you and him wanting his reaction and comment.

Just as quickly you both left, a deafening silence in McLaren’s car.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you”, Lando said quietly not wanting to scare you.

After a couple of seconds you responded with, “it's not your fault, and thank you for defending me”, you said just as quietly.

“You hungry?”, Lando questioned trying to change the subject.

“I could eat”, you replied starving only eating those mini dishes from the fancy restaurants that barely gave any food.

“McDonald's”, Lando said pulling up to the fast food places. Knowing it's your favorite late-night craving.

“McDonald's”, you said excitedly.

[hiitsm]

A Family Celebration

Your four year old daughter is so excited for the gender reveal party of her new tiny baby sibling.

Pure Fluff.

-

Request here

-

As you held your squirming four-year-old brunette daughter on your hip, you felt a mix of pride and love bubbling inside you. Both of you were eagerly awaiting your wife Alexia to come see you. She was playing in an el clásico match against Real Madrid and currently had a 3-0 lead. She even scored a beautiful goal. Your daughter had been excited ever since you told her this morning that the two of you were going to watch her mami’s game together.

Before the match, you and your daughter were in the FC Barcelona store to buy a small Barcelona onesie that your daughter insisted on getting for the new tiny baby sibling, whose gender you were revealing tomorrow. "Mamá, we have to get that for the tiny baby sibling," Aubrey had told you. Because you went to the store first before the match, Aubrey wanted to show the small onesie to her mami and couldn't sit still the entire match. That's why you went down the stairs early, waiting for your wife when the final whistle would blow.

"Mami, Mami, ¡nosotras estamos aquí!" Aubrey's little voice rang out eagerly, her tiny hand waving in the direction her mami was walking. Alexia hadn't noticed right away; she always took her time with the fans. You had promised to meet her in the players' tunnel after the match, but now your position was temporarily occupied by your excited daughter.

It was Mapi León who reached you first, teasingly exclaiming, "Are you seriously asking for your mami first? What about me? Your favorite tía?" She scooped Aubrey up into her arms, eliciting delighted giggles from the four-year-old.

"Tía Mapi, tía Mapi, I have to show you something! Put me down!" Aubrey giggled, her excitement palpable, and it brought a smile to your face. Anticipating the moment, you retrieved the onesie from the bag.

"No, Mamá, I want to show her!" Aubrey grabbed the bag from your hand, her enthusiasm bubbling over. "I know, mi amor, go show her," you encouraged her, knowing how proud your daughter was to become a big sister.

"Look what we got for the tiny baby sibling!" Aubrey proudly held up the tiny baby FC Barcelona onesie. "Wow, this is so cool! Let me see the back," Mapi exclaimed, settling down on the field as Aubrey climbed into her lap. It was a heartwarming sight.

"No Léon name on the back?" Mapi teased, raising an eyebrow.

"No, Mapi, no number. Baby sibling loves all the friendly and kind teammates!" your daughter explained, her voice filled with conviction. You couldn't help but chuckle softly at their exchange.

"But when we get tiny a jersey, it will be Mami's name on the back," Aubrey declared, hopping off Mapi's lap and darting away as Mapi playfully chased after her, shouting, "No, mi nombre, ¡mi nombre!"

Alexia moved closer to you, smiling as she heard the commotion and watched the chaos unfold with your daughter and Mapi. Mapi had caught Aubrey in her arms and was swinging her around upside down, eliciting delighted giggles from the little girl. Alexia couldn't help but laugh at the playful scene.

"Mami, help por favor, esta loca," Aubrey called out between giggles, prompting Alexia to step in and rescue her from Mapi's playful antics. She scooped up Aubrey and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Hola, mi vida," Alexia greeted her daughter warmly.

"Hola, mami! I want to show you something. We have to go to mamá!" Aubrey pointed excitedly in your direction, and you waved back at them.

Your daughter's excitement was palpable, and it filled Alexia with warmth and anticipation. As Aubrey settled into Alexia's arms, she felt the familiar sense of comfort and security that always seemed to envelop their daughter whenever she was held by her. It was a beautiful bond that they shared, one that made Alexia's heart swell with love.

"Hola, mi amor," Alexia greeted you with a soft kiss, her eyes filled with affection. "Did you enjoy the match?"

"Of course, it was amazing. You played so well, mi esposa," you replied with adoration.

"I saw your goal, mami, it was amazing!" Aubrey cheered, wrapping her little arms around both of your necks in a tight hug.

"Now go show your mami what you wanted to show her this whole match," you encouraged Aubrey, nodding towards the onesie lying on the grass. "Mami, look what we got for tiny baby sibling!" Aubrey held the tiny onesie up in the air, her excitement contagious.

"Wow, pequeña, that's beautiful. Your baby sibling will love it just as much as we love it!" Alexia showered Aubrey's face with kisses, eliciting giggles from their daughter.

"I heard a small, tiny pequeña is here," you noticed Ingrid's voice right away, just as Aubrey did. "Ingrid! Te he echado de menos!" Aubrey almost jumped out of Alexia's grip and hugged Ingrid fiercely. They went off to play some football together, giving you and Alexia some precious time alone.

"How are you feeling, amor? And how is our little one in your belly doing?" Alexia's soft voice returned.

"We are doing fine, amor. We had a blast today," you said with a smile.

"The girls want to celebrate this win, I won't be away for too long," Alexia said apologetically, something you didn't like.

"You should enjoy and celebrate, amor. You deserve to celebrate this win. I got the little girls. The three of us will be fine," you assured her with a soft smile.

"I know you will, but we also have to decorate our living room for the gender reveal tomorrow," Alexia said, lost in thought.

"I think your mami and sister already did that today. They wanted to be very discreet, but,.. and I promise you I don't know how, but Alba's dog touched our bell and I got this notification," you both laughed loudly.

"That dog is tiny but thinks that he's big," you laughed again.

"Mamá, are we going home? I'm tired," your daughter yawned.

"Yes, mi amor, we are going," Alexia helped Aubrey get over the bars. "I will see you all tonight, okay? Be nice to your mamá." Alexia kissed Aubrey's head softly, and after giving you a soft kiss, she said, "Te amo mucho."

As you and Aubrey step into the house, you're immediately greeted by the sight of the decorated room. Streamers in pink and blue hang from the ceiling, balloons scattered across the floor, and a banner reading "Gender Reveal Party" is hung up on the wall. Aubrey's eyes light up with excitement, and she squeals in delight, running around the room to explore every corner.

"Wow, look at this, Mamá!" Aubrey exclaims, pointing at the balloons and streamers. "It's so pretty!"

You can't help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm. "It's beautiful, isn't it, mi amor?" you reply, kneeling down to Aubrey's level. "They did such a great job decorating."

Aubrey nods enthusiastically, still taking in every detail of the room. "Can we have the party now, Mamá?" she asks eagerly.

You chuckle softly, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Not yet, mi vida. We have to wait until tomorrow for the big surprise."

Aubrey pouts for a moment but then brightens up again. "Okay, Mamá. But I'm so excited!"

You make a mental note to send a text to Alexia's mother and sister to thank them for their efforts in decorating the room. It's gestures like these that make you feel grateful for the support and love you have from Alexia's family.

As the evening wears on, you find yourself settling into bed with Aubrey, who's already fast asleep, cuddled up beside you. She's wearing an old jersey of Alexia's, her tiny form snuggled comfortably against your side. Your hand rests protectively on your small baby bump, feeling the gentle movements within.

Later, Alexia arrives home, a little later than expected, and quietly slips into the room. She smiles tenderly at the sight before her—her two loves peacefully sleeping. Aubrey in her old jersey, and you in one of her oversized shirts that you've claimed as your own.

With a soft sigh, Alexia climbs into bed beside you, careful not to disturb either of you. She gazes at the scene before her, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and contentment. Quietly, she reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face before settling down, allowing sleep to claim her as well.

In the dim light of the room, the three of you sleep soundly, wrapped in each other's warmth and love, eagerly awaiting the joyous celebration that awaits you tomorrow.

The next morning arrives with a gentle light filtering through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day and an exciting event ahead. As the sun begins to rise, Aubrey stirs awake, her eyes fluttering open as she feels the anticipation bubbling within her.

With a yawn, Aubrey sits up in bed, her small hand reaching out to gently shake Alexia awake. "Mami, mami," she whispers excitedly, "today is the day we will find out if it's a baby sister or baby brother."

Alexia's eyes slowly flutter open, greeted by Aubrey's eager face. A smile tugs at her lips as she takes in her daughter's excitement. "That's right, mi pequeña," she murmurs, pulling Aubrey into a warm embrace. "Today is the big day."

You stirred from your deep slumber, feeling the gentle nudges from Alexia urging you to wake up. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you apologized groggily, realizing you had slept longer than intended.

Alexia, ever understanding, brushed off your apology with a soft smile while a hand came to caress your small baby bump. "No need to apologize, mi vida. But Aubrey is really excited to show you her outfit and have her hair braided."

With a quick breakfast, the morning began to unfold, and the sound of excited little footsteps drew your attention. Aubrey bounded into the room, a bundle of energy, proudly displaying her chosen outfit. "Is this good, mamá?" she asked eagerly.

A smile tugged at your lips as you admired Aubrey's selection, actually Alexia's pick. "Yes, mi amor, that's perfect," you replied warmly.

As you began to braid Aubrey's hair, she promised to sit still, her enthusiasm evident in every movement. However, her excitement proved too much, and soon she was squirming in her seat, unable to contain her energy for long.

You couldn't help but chuckle at Aubrey's antics, her infectious joy filling the room and lifting your spirits. Despite the chaos of getting ready, you couldn't imagine a more perfect start to such an important day.

The anticipation in the room was palpable as everyone gathered for the gender reveal. Friends, family, and teammates of Alexia filled the space, their excitement adding to the atmosphere.

Standing by your side, Alexia held you close, her hand tenderly resting on your baby bump. You couldn't help but beam with joy, feeling the warmth of her touch and the love radiating between you.

In front of the cake, Aubrey waited eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement. "Can I go now, mami?" she asked, her enthusiasm contagious.

Alexia, ever the responsible parent, reminded Aubrey of the importance of cleanliness. "Did you wash your hands, as we practiced?" she inquired, a playful twinkle in her eye.

With a nod and a quick dash to the bathroom, Aubrey returned, her hands squeaky clean and ready for the big moment. Alexia couldn't help but chuckle at her daughter's eagerness, her heart swelling with love.

"Okay, mi amor, go ahead," Alexia encouraged, giving Aubrey the go-ahead. With a swift motion, Aubrey's hands plunged into the cake, pulling out pieces of pink frosting. "A tiny baby sister!" she exclaimed excitedly, her face lighting up with joy as she tasted the cake.

The room erupted into cheers and laughter, the air filled with happiness and celebration. As everyone celebrated the news, Alexia leaned in close, whispering against your lips, "Another baby girl." You leaned in to kiss her, your hearts overflowing with love and gratitude.

Afterward, you turned to your daughter, pressing a gentle kiss to her head, feeling blessed to share this moment with your growing family.

''Now mamá, you should eat this cake for tiny baby sister, she needs a taste!''