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woso-dreamzzz · 6 months ago

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Shots III

Magdalena Eriksson x Child!Reader

Fridolina Rolfö x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You need a flu shot

"So they just jab it in?" Frido asks over dinner, mouth open and eyes wide.

"Yeah," Magda says, nodding furiously," Needle out and just jabbed in." She demonstrates with her hand. "It's the worst. It hurts her super bad."

"That's awful. You'd think they'd find a pain-free version to deliver vaccines. But she's all caught up, right?"

Magda shakes her head. "I forgot to take her to get her flu shot before we left Germany. Pernille's so mad at me."

"But we're only in camp, right? There's no way she's going to sick. I mean-"

Frido's cut off by a loud sneeze from Filippa followed by a brutal round of coughing.

"Pernille's going to kill you."

Magda groans, burying her head in her hands. "I've arranged with the team doctors to give Princesse her shot here."

"But..." Frido frowns. "She won't like it here anymore if we make her get shots!"

"I think that's Pernille's plan," Magda replies," If we give Princesse shots here then she'll stop wanting to come. It's genius."

"It's rude."

"Still genius though."

Frido sighs loudly, shaking her head. "I can't believe you put us in this position, Magda! Why couldn't you have just taken her to get her shot in Germany?"

"It slipped my mind!"

"Well now she's going to slip away from Sweden!" Frido continues," We can't let her start going back to Denmark! She'll want to play for their team soon enough! We can't lose her!"

"I know!" Magda replies," But I also don't want to lose Princesse privileges and that will definitely happen if we don't take her to get her shot."

"This is awful," Frido bemoans," I can't believe it's come to this."

Zećira, who had been silent through the entire conversation, sighs. "You're so dramatic."

Dramatic or not, Magda is forced to take you to get your flu shot. Pernille might actually kill her if she doesn't and Frido tags along for the ride, supposedly to remind you of all the great things Sweden has that Denmark hasn't like IKEA and Zećira.

"I know Zećira is here," You tell Frido as Magda leads you into the doctor's office," She's always here."

"I know," Frido says," But just remember how much you like being taught by Zećira."

"I know that!" You say, cheeks puffed out in annoyance," You're being weird!"

Before Frido can defend herself though, Magda hauls you up onto the little bed set up in the room.

"So," The nice doctor man says," Just a flu shot, is that right?"

"That's right."

"Morsa forgot to take me when we were in Germany," You tell him, much to Magda's embarrassment," Momma yelled at her for ages and ages and ages and ages-"

"She's never had a reaction to them before?" The doctor asks Magda.

"-And ages and ages and ages-"

"No reactions," Magda confirms, feeling a sense of nausea creeping in," She's always been fine with them."

"-And ages and ages!" You finish," And Morsa had to sleep on the sofa and I took her space in the Big Bed!"

The nice doctor man smiles at you. "That sounds cool." He wheels himself closer. "Can you open your mouth for me, please?"

You do as you're told and he inspects your throat before moving his hands to check your neck hasn't swelled up. He checks your temperature too and whatever he finds satisfies him because he wheels away to get the medicine Morsa said you were getting given today.

Frido has to hold her breath. it's been a long time since she's had to have any shots herself. She's forgotten what they look like.

Tears already start building in her eyes as the doctor brings out the syringe, uncapping the top.

It doesn't look sharp. In fact it doesn't look like any needle Frido's ever seen before and that makes it so much worse.

It doesn't look like it would easily go into skin so it's definitely going to hurt you a lot.

She sucks in a ragged gasp for air before holding her breath again.

"Have you ever had this done before?" The nice doctor man asks and you nod your head.

"Momma took me last year!"

"And did it look like this?"

You study it for a moment. "Uh-huh."

"Well, it looks like you're a pro. You ready?"

"Yes."

To Frido and Magda's horror, he positions the syringe in your nose, releasing the vaccine quickly before turning to do the same with your other nostril.

"I...I think I feel sick," Frido says, clutching her tummy.

She doesn't know why you're not crying. It must have hurt much more to have the needle jabbed into your nose twice.

She had no idea doctors were working out ways to make kids hate having shots even more.

"All done!" The doctor says," Would you like a sticker?"

"Yes, please!"

You choose a sticker with a kitten on it, slamming it straight onto your shirt before jumping down from the bed.

Frido and Magda are still clutching each other, traumatised from what they've just witnessed.

You frown. "You're both being weird. It was just a spray."

Magda freezes. "Huh?"

"I makes my nose all tingly but I'm fine!" You give them both a beaming smile.

"A spray?"

"Yes," The doctor says," We've started to move away from giving young children actually injections to help against flu. The nasal spray is much more effective...and painless."

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cosmicalily · 8 days ago

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5:37pm with kim seungmin - a @cosmicalily timestamp

author’s note: oh, kim seungmin. you’re the only boy keeping me bisexual (as opposed to being a lesbian), the victim of the sole 3% of male attraction in my heart. love you pookums!

Shopping to furnish your very own home with Seungmin was every bit as exciting and chaotic as you expected it to be, but you made it fun. What would have been a chore became a challenge, a game, from his warm hand in the back pocket of your jeans to your habit of pointing out silly quilt covers and exclaiming how they were exactly his style. Young love, an old woman had chuckled, watching Seungmin scoop you off a display bed that you had made yourself quite at home in.

“Softer mattresses are comfy,” you argued.

“Firmer mattresses are better for your back,” Seungmin retaliated, and then proceeded to list a dozen other reasons why it was the smarter choice. You weren’t really listening. When he was passionately talking about something, whether it be Mini’s incredibly complex thoughts and personality, his favourite album, or, at this very moment, the density of mattresses, you always fell a little more in love with him. His eyes would sparkle and he’d talk, calmly but intelligently, and my god, if it wasn’t the most attractive thing ever.

“Y/N?”

“Mm?”

“We’re getting the firm mattress, yeah?” Seungmin asked, looking amused.

“Sure baby, whatever you want,” you replied, still in a trance. He chuckled, pulling your face close to your cheek, which you assumed he would kiss. Instead, he licked it, the way Mini would, and you squealed, snapping out of your daydream and kicking him softly in the shins.

Once the two of you were in the car, bedframe and mattress safely secured, Seungmin turned to you, eyes sparkling. “I can’t believe we’re going to get married next year,” he whispered, and you smiled at him. Sappy Seungmin, although often only found in small quantities, was your favourite, and something about the intimacy and domesticity of everything recently; getting engaged, adopting your beloved puppy, Mini, buying your first home; had brought him out a whole lot more.

“Me neither,” you cupped his soft cheeks with your hands and kissed him on the nose. “There’s nobody else I’d want to do any of this with, you know. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Seungmin said, cheeks a little pink. You hauled yourself over the centre console and onto his lap, the way you usually did, holding him close. You kissed his lips, soft and deep, and he ran a hand through your hair, smiling dreamily.

“We should probably get home to our child,” you remarked, a little reluctantly. A part of you wanted to stay in this moment, making out with Seungmin in the IKEA car park until your lungs combusted.

“Yeah,” Seungmin replied breathlessly, and he kissed you again.

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clatterbane · 2 years ago

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I'm 10+ years older, and also grew up in the US with electric ones most of the time.

But, my mom still kept at least two of these awful fuckers in a drawer. And we used them for years, in between working electric ones.

(Those handles could hardly have been designed worse to grip and apply pressure to without feeling like that edge is cutting into your flesh. 😬)

Then there were the several P-38s that mostly hung around for camping, but occasionally someone got desperate enough to use one in the kitchen.

"I don't need a shopping list; with effort, I will remember that I need this item"

Okay but will you be able to remember that you already bought it? Because apparently I can't.

#nostalgia #of a sort #now we're using a manual opener from IKEA #with mercifully rounded handles and a cutting wheel #i honestly don't know how popular electric models are in either sweden or the uk #we've just had the same IKEA one for nearly 20 years #i think he hauled it from sweden before that

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milk-sharks · 1 year ago

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ikea haul!!!!

#i know he would be a fan of the ikea alien plush #i posted the wrong version at first whooops #my art #skywarp #transformers #maccadam

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ladykailitha · 3 days ago

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The Au Pair Boy Part 5

Hey! This will take a short break until December then it will begin posting on Fridays to take place of The Hellfire Exotic Club.

In this we have all Robin and Steve with a little cameo of Chrissy. Steve just needed a little bestie time.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Steve stared at the little black card in his hand. He had waited until he had gotten one in his name before using the account, even though Eddie had said that he was already an authorized user and the bank had been told that Steve would be using it immediately.

He just didn’t feel comfortable with doing so. So Eddie had one overnighted to him to make sure he could get whatever he needed as soon as possible. It was his first day off since Eddie left, Steve having refused to take one until he was sure the girls could handle it.

So here he was with his best friend standing outside of an Ikea with a black credit card and a dawning sense of dread.

“If I go in there,” he huffed, “I’m never coming back out again. You know that right? These places are cursed.”

Robin burst out laughing. “I think the power of your newly minted black credit card will act as a talisman of getting lost by the power of capitalism.”

“If you say so,” Steve scoffed. “If I don’t escape, I am totally blaming you, I hope you know that.”

She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the entrance. “Come on, you big baby.”

They were looking at sheets when she spoke up again. “I think it’s really cool he’s allowing you decorate your room.”

Steve chuckled as he weighed the two options in his hands. “I think it’s because he really wants me to stay. If I put effort into my own space and get really settled in, I’ll be less likely to want to move.”

“Any spicy texts from ‘Daddy’?” Robin asked wagging her eyebrows suggestively.

“No.” He bumped her with his hip. “Knock that off. Yes, he is hot and sweet and funny, but I’m not going got cross that line. Especially not with him currently traveling the country with his metal band.”

“That’s too bad,” she pouted.

Then his phone rang. He put the dark blue sheets in the cart and the light blue ones back on the shelf and then he answered the call.

“Hey, Chrissy,” he greeted. “What’s up?”

“I hate to call you on your day off, Steve,” she began. “But Joanie can’t find her elephant plushy and she’s on the verge of a meltdown.”

Steve pinched his nose and sighed. “That’s because she insisted she wanted to bring Mr. Puff and Stuff, her wolf plushy instead. Snuffymuffie is still out the house.”

The sound of absolutely agony echoed through the phone line. Steve could almost feel her soul leaving her body from here.

“It’s on her bed with all her other plushies,” he assured her. “And when I come pick them up tomorrow I’ll bring mint ice cream.”

“I love you, Steve Harrington,” she breathed. “You are a saint among men!”

“No, just a seasoned nanny,” Steve replied with a chuckle. “Now go on before she decides that you’re ignoring her pain and starts wailing.”

Then wailing could be heard at full volume through the phone causing even Robin to wince from the sheer sound of it.

“Too late.”

Steve stared at his phone for a moment or two after she disconnected. He turned to Robin. “How is this my life now?”

“Don’t ask me,” she said with her hands up. “That couldn’t be me. I like kids in short spurts not long hauls.” She pointed to the phone in his hand with her chin. “So who was that then?”

“Chrissy Cunningham,” he replied pocketing his phone and pushing the cart forward. “She’s Eddie’s manager. Usually she goes with them when the band tours, but for the first little bit he wanted someone who the girls knew close on hand.”

“So why didn’t she take the kiddos?” Robin said, falling instep next to him.

“Because she still works,” Steve said. “So she can’t watch them during the day. Plus, Eddie had been wanting to get a live-in nanny for awhile. So this solved both problems.”

“Do you miss it?” Robin asked. “Having your own space?”

Steve wasn’t sure what she meant. He had his own space and told her so. That was what they were shopping for after all. Decorating his space.

“I meant an apartment of your own,” she said a little exasperated. “Like you really don’t have any freedom. It’s not like you can paint it all pink with white fruit everywhere.”

“I could actually,” Steve said with a shrug. “Though the example Eddie used was neon orange with brightly color rainbow dicks everywhere.”

Robin blinked at him for a moment. “But what if the girls saw that?”

“It would probably be explained as a banana and a couple of peaches or whatever,” Steve said, waving her off. “But that’s not the point. The point is that if I wanted to buy a racing car bed and make everything chrome, I could. I just don’t want to. It’s a gorgeous room, I want to add to it, not make it into a hellscape or whatever.”

“So what’s with all the nautical stuff, then?” she asked picking up the back of fake seashells.

“It’s very dark wood and deep blues,” he explained snatching them back from her tossing them back into the cart. “I makes me feel like I’m sailing on the ocean. But I also want to give it a haunted vibe, too. To go with the rest of the house.”

“I’m really going to have to see this place,” she huffed.

Steve stared at her for a moment. “I thought that was the plan. I thought you were coming over after we were done shopping to help me set everything up.”

“I wasn’t sure I was allowed to be there when it was just you,” she said with a half shrug.

“I’m allowed to have friends over,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “If I break anything, he just asks that I let him know. He’s got four year old twins, like I’m pretty sure anything fragile or expensive was put away a long time ago.”

Robin blinked for a moment as she processed that thought. “Right. What was I thinking?”

“You weren’t,” Steve huffed. “Now come on there are ten million miles to get through and I would like get through this before I die of old age.”

She scoffed but let him lead her through the store as he asked for her opinion on some things and to get her to mock others.

By the time they reached the check out, their cart was overflowing with all sorts of fun things for his room. Or rather, as Steve had learned. Wing. An entire fucking wing of the house was his. It had his bedroom, the bathroom, a small sitting room/library, and fucking kitchenette for entertaining guests.

He paid with the card Eddie had given him, both Robin and the cashier’s eyes went wide.

The cashier kinda gave him the stink-eye, like ‘what are you doing in an I-fucking-kea with a card like that?’ But Steve steadfastly ignored her and grabbed his packages.

“Why did we go to Ikea?” Robin asked as she helped load up his car with the stuff he bought.

“Because what I wanted was here,” Steve said rolling his eyes. “More expensive doesn’t equal better quality.” He slammed the trunk closed and got into the driver’s seat.

She rolled her eyes back at him, but wisely said nothing. He was the one with the ultra credit card and she wanted nachos from her favorite Mexican restaurant, something she would not get if she pushed Steve too far with the card. She could tell he was uncomfortable having it, so it was sure bet Eddie had insisted.

When they got to the house, Robin was in awe. She could see why Steve had fallen in love with the place. It gave off that tastefully haunted vibe of the Addams Family. Inside was even cooler as Steve showed her around. The only places they didn’t go were the Munsons’ bedrooms and Eddie’s studio and office.

But Robin was okay with that when she saw the game room, and the movie theater and the swimming pool and the actual fucking library. Here was a guy who took his money and put it to tasteful use.

“This is really neat,” she said as she flopped on the sofa in Steve’s study. “And this all yours?”

“Until they get old enough not to need me,” Steve said with a shrug. He began putting things away on the shelves. “Which is probably at least ten years off, maybe more if I’m really lucky.”

“Here’s to that,” Robin said, impressed. “Is he looking for another nanny? Because damn, I’d love a sweet place like this.”

“No,” Steve said and smacked her with his dust rag. “Get up on your feet and help me Missy!”

She leapt to her feet to get away from the dusty rag. “I surrender! I surrender!” She opened the first box and got to work sort things into proper piles so Steve could them away as he went.

“He’s looking for almost everything else though,” Steve said as he put books on the shelves. “Like everything else. A gardener or two, a couple of grounds maintenance guys, a cook, a pool cleaner, a couple of maids. All that sort of stuff.”

“Wow,” Robin said, opening another box, “that’s pretty much everyone. What happen, he fire everyone at once?”

Beat.

“Wait, what?” she said, whipping her head up to look at him. He was looking at the floor biting his lip. “What happened?”

“His ex slept with everyone on the staff who would let him,” Steve mumbled, “and those he didn’t sleep with kept it from him. With having no one trust, he just got rid of all of them.”

“Holy shit,” Robin hissed. “Way to upend the kiddos’ entire lives.”

“Ethan or Eddie?” Steve said with a shrug and grabbed the nearest pile of books to start shelving.

“Oh, totally the ex,” Robin hissed, “what an asshole. And the fact that all of them colluded to keep it from Eddie? That’s the major dick move. How long has he been struggling to do it all on his own?”

“About a year,” Steve replied absently as he tried to decide whether or not ‘Good Omens’ would go under G for Gaiman or P for Pratchett. He decided on Pratchett since it was the name on top. “I think his friends staged an intervention a la reunion tour to force him to move forward with his life.”

She snorted and shook her head. “Men. I am so glad I’m not attracted to them. Emotionally stunted morons. Well most of them anyway.”

“Anyone can get overwhelmed, Robs,” he huffed picking up his last stack of books. “I’ve gotten a few prospects for the yard and swimming pool.”

“Yeah, I was noticing how overgrown everything was,” she agreed, “even if the vibe was haunted house.”

Steve sighed and plopped down next to her. “I didn’t even show you what the gardener’s shed looked like or the pool house. He really let everything go in his grief. He didn’t say anything to me, but you can tell he took the break up really hard. This was his person. The one he thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with. And then Ethan went and blew it all up with no explanation, just a gigantic mess to clean up.”

“Well, I’m glad he has you,” she said bumping him with her shoulder. “And I was only joking about the being hired too. As long as I get to visit this place and hang out by the pool on occasion, I’ll consider it even.” She held out her hand and Steve took it with a smile.

“I think we’re all done in here,” he said standing up and dusting off his knees. “Bedroom is next.”

Robin got up and looked around his little study. “I’m happy for you, Steve. I think you’re going to be really happy here.”

Steve smiled. “I already am. I know it’s only been a week since Eddie left and ten days since I was hired, but I really don’t want to screw this up.”

She hugged him tight. If anyone deserved a fairy tale ending it was her platonic soulmate. Now all she had to do was convince him to get flirty with the hot frontman of Corroded Coffin and her boy would be set for life.

They walked into the bedroom and got to decorating it. When they were done, she flopped down on the queen size bed, spread eagle.

“We should order in and watch horror movies on that massive screen,” she suggested, staring up at the ceiling.

Steve cocked his head to the side and tapped his lips thoughtfully. “Make it pizza and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Fine!” she huffed, seeing her dreams of loaded nachos flutter away.

He kicked her foot, causing her to sit up abruptly. “Buy your own nachos, you big baby. You have a job. Or at least you did yesterday, so unless there is something you’d like to tell me you can get your own.”

“You’re a real bitch, Steve Harrington,” she huffed, hopping off the bed. “Tell me again why I like you?”

“Because you get to watch Jamie Lee Curtis in full high definition projection,” he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek and then walked out of the room.

“Wait!” she huffed, scrambling to catch up. “He has the original ‘Halloween’? You can’t just drop that on me and run, Harrington!”

Steve giggled as he ran down the stairs, with Robin hot on his heels. He cut a corner tightly, causing her to careen into the opposite wall.

“Curse you and your jock reflexes!” she hissed as she pushed herself off the wall to continue her chase.

By the time she had caught up with him, he was already on the phone with the pizza place. “At least get something with vegetables! You don’t want scurvy!”

“And one medium raspberry lemonade and one large cherry limeade,” he said with a wink at her. “Yes that will be all.”

“All that sugar!” Robin huffed. “I don’t know how you don’t kill over from sugar shock or something with all the sweet stuff you eat and drink.”

“Because I exercise and eat right most of the time,” Steve said back. “Diet culture is such BS, your body needs sugar to function. It’s why I put it in my tomato sauce when I make it from scratch.”

“Betrayal!” she cried and flopped on the sofa. She tilted her head for a moment and then melted into said sofa. “This is a really soft sofa, Steve. Everything here is so soft. I don’t know why but I pictured everything being so hard and stiff and uncomfortable.”

“Eddie certainly isn’t your stereotypical rich guy,” Steve agreed. “And I think this place was soft before the girls, because I think Eddie likes soft.”

Robin looked at her best friend fondly. She could tell he was already in love with this Eddie, he was just very deep in denial.

They had their movie night complete with pizza and drinks. One of the pizzas even had vegetables on it. For her. And when Steve dropped her off the next morning, she was content in her knowledge Steve wasn’t just going to do well there, he was going to thrive.

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ceilidho · 11 months ago

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would ikea worker soap go crazy over thinking about starting a family with reader? Like maybe he sees reader pick up a toddler that got lost in that massive ass warehouse and he goes feral for it. Just thinking abt what his reaction might be if he even gafs about kids at all in this au 😭 love your work <3

he sees you helping a little lost toddler find their mom/dad and goes nonverbal for the rest of the day. won't let you out of his sight either, just hovers at the other end of the aisle, half-heartedly restocking lightbulbs or something while blatantly staring at you. moves his car around lunch when the spot beside your car opens up so that his passenger side is lined up with the driver's side of your car.

traps you up against the side of your car when you finally clock out after your shift, muffling your scream with a big hand around your mouth. then drags his nose down your neck and tries to calm down you down by shushing you, but it comes out too insistent and he punctuates it by saying, "quit screamin', it's just me, mama" because the idea has been playing on a loop in his brain for like eight hours. definitely hauls you into his truck and takes you home that night to start working on making it real :((

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felixbit · 2 months ago

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ikea "date"

── flufftober day six, masterlist tbd han jisung x gn!reader, w. 0.7k

A schedule had your boyfriend flying out to America for a performance, so you thought it would be a great idea to come along and take him to Ikea. You'd been talking about moving in together and all the furniture might give you some good ideas on decoration.

When you'd gotten out of the hotel and hopped in the car, you saw Jisung looking giddy. "You ready to go to one of the great marvels of America?"

"And get some stuffed animals? Yeah!"

The drive wasn't too far, although in Korean standards it took forever. But simply pulling into the parking lot had Jisung 'woah'-ing at the sheer size of the building. You couldn't help but laugh.

Walking inside, Jisung hastily grabbed your hand to hold it because everything in sight was new to him. Right in front of you was the entrance to the furniture tour but also a shop and a food court.

He led you towards the main attraction, walking side-by-side as your boyfriend acted shocked every time he saw a new tiny furnished room. This had you cracking up, since he would walk into most of them and look at everything.

You'd hoped this trend would stop, but almost thirty minutes had gone by and you knew you'd hardly explored a quarter of the store. When he was standing and looking at the fake gaming computer setup, you came up next to him and put a hand on his lower back.

"Jisungie, if you do this we'll be here for like, three hours," You said softly.

"Really?!" Jisung exclaimed before giving an apologetic look for his volume, dropping his voice, "How big is this store?"

"Huge."

After that, you sped up the pace, only really giving each room a passing few-second glance. Although, there were a few he 'had to go into' and inspected the furniture like before. The pace was faster now and you were quickly getting close to the best part.

As you finished looking at all the rooms and arrived at the section where furniture pieces were on display by type, Jisung seemed antsy to move on. You never let go of his hand while you pulled him towards a room he'd love.

Walking inside, you were met with piles of stuffed animals. There were hundreds, thousands even. Big stacks of each type, some with multiple sizes. Jisung looked floored as he approached the basket of pandas.

He glanced at you before turning back and letting himself fall into the pile, cushioned by all the little fluffy creatures. You let out a loud laugh, walking over and sighing.

"Get out of there, Jisungie."

"This is my home forever now," Jisung explained dramatically, "I'm not going back to Korea."

"If you get up I'll let you get as many stuffed animals as you can hold."

That did the trick. He was up and ready to go, pulling a panda in his arms as he looked around for more. He handed you a panda as well, clearly intending to use your arm space as well.

Walking out of the stuffed animal room, you both had your arms full. He had a shark, a bear, an orca, two pandas, and a tiny rat. You had a pretty similar haul, just different sizes of his original picks (since he couldn't decide which one he wanted more).

You had to awkwardly carry the stuffed creatures through the rest of the store, although it wasn't a long walk. By the time you were checking out, you felt the glances from everyone around you.

After all the plush animals were bought, Jisung walked out of the store with his arms full, looking at you proudly. As he was loading his haul into the back of the car, he grinned at you.

"That was awesome. Thank you for taking me!" He smiled as he helped you get the last of the stuffed animals into the car, pulling you into a tight hug.

"I love you, Han Jisung," You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed, "Now, let's get these back to the hotel and figure out how we're getting these back in our luggage."

"I love you too- oh, wait. How are we going to get these home?"

"You tell me."

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