#it takes a while for her to be like wow. i can … do that….

[bueckets]

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Pairing: paige x tutor!reader

Description: What you thought would look good on your resume turns out to be a weekly exercise in restraint, where Paige Bueckers treats biology like a game she can win through sheer charm, and you try—try—not to let her get under your skin. She’s got no notes, no shame, and apparently no real fear of academic failure, just endless confidence and a talent for turning even the most basic study session into getting under your skin—in all the right ways.

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The library is way too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your own breathing sound deafening, where every shuffle of paper or tap of a pen echoes like a gunshot. It’s the kind of silence that should be perfect for studying. Should be.

Except Paige Bueckers is sitting across from you, and Paige Bueckers doesn’t give a single shit about studying.

Instead, she’s leaned back in her chair like she’s lounging courtside instead of being one bad test score away from academic probation. She’s got her long legs stretched out beneath the table, sneakers tapping lazily against the floor. Her hoodie—way too oversized for someone whose entire existence is dedicated to agility and precision—is slouching off one shoulder, and she’s twirling a pen between her fingers like she’s dribbling down the court with a shot clock winding down. The sleeves are bunched up just enough to show her forearms, strong and lined with faint muscle from years of training, but the only thing working right now is her mouth.

Grinning. Smirking. Teasing. Doing everything but reading the goddamn textbook in front of her.

“Alright, Paige,” you sigh, pushing your notes toward her for what has to be the third time. “We need to focus. You will fail this class if you don’t start studying.”

Paige doesn’t even blink. Doesn’t move an inch beyond a lazy stretch that makes her hoodie ride up just slightly, flashing the waistband of her shorts. Her smirk deepens like she can feel you noticing.

“Yeah,” she drawls, tilting her head, “but then I’d have to take it again next semester. Which means more quality time with my favorite tutor.”

You stare at her. She stares back. The kind of look that feels like a staredown before tip-off except way less athletic and way more are you seriously this insufferable?

She holds the eye contact, easy as anything, while you struggle to remind yourself that she is only your student, not a professional flirt sent to ruin your life. Her eyes gleam in the dim library lighting, playful and sharp at the same time. Her lashes are unfairly long, brushing against her cheeks when she finally blinks.

Your heart rate picks up. Not from that. From the academic crisis happening right now. Obviously.

“You’re not failing on purpose, right?” You narrow your eyes suspiciously.

Paige tilts her head, pretending to ponder, lips pursing slightly. “Hmm. No, but if I did, would that be kinda cute?”

You groan dramatically, dragging a hand down your face. “I am this close to committing academic misconduct and just taking the test for you.”

Paige gasps. Actually gasps, pressing a hand to her chest in faux offense. “Wow. I knew med school was intense, but I didn’t realize you were out here ready to commit federal crimes.”

“That’s it,” you announce, pushing back from the table. “I’m done. I quit. Find someone else to teach you about mitochondria.”

You barely make it an inch before Paige reaches across the table and hooks two fingers around your wrist, tugging you back down like you weigh nothing. Her grip is firm, all strength and control—like she’s grabbing a rebound, like she’s got her hands on the game ball in overtime. Your pulse jumps again, this time definitely because of that.

Her fingers linger for a second longer than necessary before she releases you. But she’s still watching you, expression softening just slightly around the edges. “C’mon, stay,” she says, voice lower now, like a secret. “I promise I’ll actually pay attention this time.”

You cross your arms. “Oh? And what changed?”

She leans forward this time, elbows on the table, chin propped on one hand. The lighting catches the sharp angles of her cheekbones, the curve of her jaw. She’s smiling, but it’s something different now—something slower. 

“Figured out that if I fail,” she murmurs, eyes locked on yours, “I won’t have an excuse to see you anymore.”

Your brain does a full system reboot. Error. What the fuck did she just say?

“Wh—Paige.”

She just winks, sinking her teeth iinto her bottom lip for half a second before her grin spreads, slow and satisfied. “What? That was cute, right?”

You grab your pen and point it at her accusingly. “You are so goddamn lucky you’re good at basketball, because if you had to rely on your brain—”

“I’d still get by,” she interrupts smoothly, shooting finger guns at you. “People tend to go easy on the charming ones.”

Your mouth actually falls open. Not on purpose—just an involuntary reaction to the sheer, unbelievable audacity of this girl. She’s failing biology, hasn’t written down a single note, and still has the goddamn nerve of a mathlete coasting through an easy A.

You snap your jaw shut, you refuse to let her see how flustered you are. You refuse. “Okay, charming one, then explain the process of cellular respiration.”

Paige squints, lips pressing together as she sucks in a breath through her teeth, nose scrunching like she’s really trying to make something shake in that head of hers. “Uh… it’s when cells… respire?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, inhaling slowly through your teeth. “We are so, so fucking doomed.”

She just laughs, kicking her feet out beneath the table, accidentally knocking her knee against yours. “Relax,” she says, her grin widening. “You love tutoring me.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah,” she nods, completely sure of herself. “You totally have a little crush on me.”

You let out a dry, incredulous laugh—one of those sharp, breathy ones, all eyebrows raised and head bobbing. “Yeah, sure.”

She shrugs, tapping a finger against the open page of her biology textbook like she might actually start paying attention. Then, without looking up—

“Nah, I know.”

You blink. Paige blinks back.

The air between you tightens like a taut shoelace, pulling, pulling—dangerously close to snapping. You could be the bigger person here. You could roll your eyes, let it go, return to the noble pursuit of keeping Paige Bueckers from academically imploding.

But something about the way she’s looking at you—too smug, too sure—strikes a competitive nerve in you. And you’re not about to lose anything to her. Not a game, not a staredown, and sure as hell not a battle of wits.

So you shift in your chair, tilting your head, letting your lips curl just slightly. “Oh, you know?”

Paige leans back again, arms crossed, shoulders loose. She’s cocky, sure, but there’s something anticipatory in her gaze—like she knows you’re about to challenge her and she’s thrilled about it.

“Mhm.” She nods, casual as ever. “Crystal clear.”

You hum, feigning thoughtfulness, tapping a finger against the open textbook. “Wow. Must be nice. I thought you struggled with retention, but here you are, remembering things that have literally never been said.”

She gasps. “Rude.”

“You’ll get over it,” you deadpan.

Paige, of course, does not let it go. She tips her chin up, meeting your gaze with something wicked and playful tangled in the blue of her eyes. “Okay, fine. You don’t have a little crush on me.”

You exhale, relieved.

“But you definitely think about me when I’m not around.”

Your breath catches. Paige sees it. Her grin stretches wider, knowing, smug.

Oh, you are not letting her have this.

You scoff, shifting back in your chair, fighting the warmth creeping up your spine. “Paige, you are in my life solely because you can’t pass basic biology. I think about you in the same way people think about a fire alarm that won’t stop beeping.”

“Ah, so constantly?”

You scowl.

She beams.

“That’s fair,” Paige shrugs, stretching her arms over her head, and the movement makes her hoodie ride up again, flashing a sliver of tanned stomach. “I am pretty unforgettable. Even when I’m annoying.”

“Especially when you’re annoying,” you mutter.

Paige smirks, but then, as if sensing your growing frustration, she sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes and dragging her textbook closer. “Alright, fine. I’ll study.”

You narrow your eyes. “For real?”

She winks. “Scout’s honor.”

“Paige, you were never a scout.”

“Prove it.”

You sigh but relent, watching as she flips open the book and actually—miraculously—starts reading the page in front of her. You take a sip of your now-cold coffee, reveling in the small victory.

For a blissful forty-five seconds, Paige is silent. Then—

“So, like,” she starts, “mitochondria. That’s the powerhouse of the cell, right?”

You pause. Blink. Lower your coffee. “Yes?”

Paige throws her hands in the air. “Let’s gooo. I’m a genius.”

You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Paige, you have three weeks until your exam. We need to cover way more than that.”

“Okay, okay,” she soothes, putting her hands up in surrender. “Next question.”

You flip to another page, glancing up briefly to make sure she’s paying attention.

She’s not.

She’s looking at you.

You pause, caught off guard by the way she’s watching you—not with teasing amusement or lazy smugness, but with something softer. Warmer. Curious.

“Paige,” you warn, shifting uncomfortably.

She blinks, then grins again, but there’s something slightly less sharp about it now. “Nothing, nothing,” she mutters, shaking her head, flipping a page in her book. “Just thinking.”

You hesitate, unsure if you want to ask, what about? But you don’t.

Instead, you clear your throat, turning your attention back to the book. “Okay. Explain the process of osmosis.”

Paige tilts her head dramatically. “Is that, like, when you just chil through life and things come to you naturally?”

“Oh my god, no,” you deadpan.

She grins. “Damn. Thought I was onto something.”

You sigh, rubbing your temples. “We are so fucked.”

Paige just laughs, bright and easy. “Nah. You’d never let me fail.”

She says it like it’s a fact. Like she knows, without a doubt, that you’d never let hers fall behind.

And the worst part is she’s most definitely right.

She twirls her pen between her fingers, spinning it effortlessly like a basketball rolling off the tips of her hands. It’s hypnotizing, actually—the smooth rotations, the lazy way her fingers flick with just enough control to keep it from dropping. She’s been doing this for the last ten minutes, and not once has she even pretended to read the page in front of her.

Meanwhile, you’re hunched over your notes, taking deep, steadying breaths. You tell yourself you won’t let her test your patience today. You won’t get dragged into her game. You won’t—

“Paige,” you say, voice strained.

“Hm?” she replies, still flipping her pen effortlessly.

“Please read.”

Paige hums noncommittally. Turns a page without reading it.

You inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth. “Paige.”

She finally looks up, resting her chin on her palm, eyes bright with amusement. “What? I’m absorbing information. Through osmosis.”

You close your eyes, count to three. Consider what your life would be like if you had literally any other tutoring assignment.

“You are so lucky you’re athletic,” you mutter, flipping the page back to where she was actually supposed to start reading. “C’mon. Photosynthesis. What do you know?”

Paige stretches her arms behind her head, her hoodie riding up slightly—distractingly—before she drops back down with a smirk, looking at you like she’s about to deliver the most groundbreaking scientific revelation of all time.

“Plants… make food?”

Your eyelid twitches.

“Correct,” you deadpan. “And they do that through—”

“The power of love,” Paige interrupts, placing a hand over her chest. “And sunlight.”

You grip the edge of the table. Consider flipping it over. “Yes. Because that’s what biology is. Disney magic and good vibes.”

Paige grins. “Exactly.”

You open your mouth—probably to unleash a scathing lecture about the sanctity of science—when a shadow hovers at the edge of the table. You glance up—because you always have to glance up when people stop by your study sessions with Paige—and find a girl, probably a freshman, clutching her phone like it’s a sacred artifact.

She shifts on her feet, looking like she’s debating whether she should even speak to Paige. You can already see where this is going.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt,” the girl says, eyes darting between you and Paige, before ultimately landing—unsurprisingly—on Paige. “Could I, um, get a picture? If that’s okay?”

Paige doesn’t miss a beat. She shifts effortlessly from Slacker Paige to Cool Superstar Paige, flashing an easy grin as she leans back in her chair like she expected this. Like this is as common as someone asking her to pass the salt at dinner.

“Of course,” she says, voice warm, inviting, polished. She stands smoothly, rolling her shoulders back, exuding that same relaxed confidence she has right before sinking a step-back three.

You, meanwhile, remain seated, taking a slow sip of your coffee, already resigned to your fate as Paige Bueckers’ unofficial designated library bodyguard.

It’s routine at this point. The public adoration, the excited stammering, the sheepish thank you so much before they rush off like they just met royalty. And then Paige slides back into her chair, knocking her knee against yours like she doesn’t have an entire fan club scattered across campus.

“Where were we?” she asks casually, flipping her pen again.

You don’t even blink. “You were pretending to study, and I was contemplating my life choices.”

Paige snorts. But before she can respond, another person approaches.

You glance up again, already prepared, already so tired.

This time, it’s a guy—tall, student-athlete vibes, definitely not looking at you.

“Hey, sorry,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly nervous despite the fact that Paige is already smiling at him like they’re old friends. “Could I get a picture real quick?”

Paige grins. “Yeah, of course.”

You take another sip of your coffee. Stare blankly into the abyss.

Same process. Paige stands, poses, flashes her million-dollar smile. The guy stammers out a thanks and hurries off.

You exhale. Set your coffee down. “You done?”

Paige barely has time to smirk before two more people shuffle up, practically vibrating with excitement.

She notices your unimpressed expression and loses it, biting her lip to keep from laughing. “Okay, now it’s funny,” she murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Now it’s funny?” you echo flatly.

She grins. “Yeah. You look miserable.”

You scowl. Paige beams.

Another five minutes pass before the final wave of admirers disperse, and Paige—finally—sinks back into her chair, looking far too pleased with herself.

“I should start charging,” she jokes.

You arch a brow. “Should I start charging? I’m the one sitting here like an unpaid security detail.”

Paige grins, drumming her fingers against the table. “You could be my manager, you know. We’d be an iconic duo.”

You scoff. “We’re not even an iconic study group.”

“Yet,” she corrects.

You roll your eyes but, reluctantly, glance at the time. The session should go another thirty minutes, but between Paige’s inability to focus and her impromptu meet-and-greet, you’re pretty much out of patience.

“Fine,” you sigh, shutting your book. “We’ll pick this up next time.”

Paige fist-pumps like she just nailed a game-winner. “Let’s go.”

You raise a hand. “But—”

Paige groans.

“You actually have to study next time,” you warn, pointing a finger at her like a parent scolding a child. “No excuses. No distractions. No impromptu fan club meetings.”

Paige nods solemnly. “Of course. One hundred percent. Fully locked in.”

You squint at her. “You’re lying to my face.”

She grins. “Yeah. But I did it really well.”

You let out a slow breath, collecting your things, already knowing that next time will be just as chaotic. But, somehow, you don’t hate the idea.

You barely make it two steps out of the library before Paige falls into step beside you, hands tucked into the front pocket of her hoodie, head tilted toward you like she’s waiting for something.

You don’t say anything.

Neither does she.

But she’s still there, walking at your exact pace, still spinning that damn pen between her fingers like she’s making it her personal mission to erode the last of your patience.

After half a block of this nonsense, you finally huff. “Why are you still here?”

Paige smirks, eyes twinkling. “Wow. I thought we were friends, and you hit me with why are you still here? I think I need to sit down. That was devastating.”

You resist the urge to shove her into a trash can. “You should sit down. With a biology textbook.”

“That,” she sighs dramatically, “sounds like a you problem.”

You groan, but the corners of your lips twitch—just slightly.

She glances at you again, side-eyeing, like she’s waiting for you to say something else. You don’t. So, instead, she nudges your arm with her elbow.

“You heading back to your dorm?”

“Yep,” you say, adjusting the strap of your bag. “Where some people go to actually study.”

Paige grins. “Fun. I was gonna hit the gym.”

You pretend to be shocked. “No way. The gym? You? Unheard of.”

She chuckles. “Yeah, yeah. Crazy concept. Gotta keep these knees in top shape so I can keep playing dumb for you in the library.”

You roll your eyes, but your lips do twitch again.

When you reach the intersection where you usually part ways, Paige hesitates—just slightly. Her foot taps against the pavement, and she glances at you, like there’s something she wants to say but doesn’t.

But then the crosswalk light changes, and she just flashes her usual grin. “Alright, I’ll see you next time. Can’t wait to waste more of your valuable time.”

You shake your head, already walking away. “You are a waste of my valuable time.”

Paige calls after you, voice dripping with smug amusement. “Admit it! You’d be bored as hell without me!”

You don’t respond. Maybe, just maybe, she has a point.

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[earlysunshines]

secret rhymes - 42. no need for allat (half-written)

a/n: my go to in mario kart is yoshi and I feel like minji would 100 percent be a yoshi main as well and dani would def be peach or toad or smth cutesy… also yeah it’s getting real Now guys.

you barely have time to knock before the door swings open, revealing hyein grinning up at you.

"y/n! what are you doing here?" hyein asks, stepping aside to let you in.

"oh, hanni invited me over... you didn't know?"

"no," hyein closes the door, then shrugs. "but I don't mind, it's nice to see you during such a busy time. okay, let me bring you over to hanni."

you follow her down the hall, passing by the soft hum of a tv where haerin sits cross-legged on the floor, her phone in her hands. on the screen is the nintendo switch homescreen, but you can't really take in anything other than that before walking down the hall and meeting hyein at hanni's door.

she pushes it open and inside is hanni sitting on her bed lazily scrolling on her bed. she immediately perks up when she sees you, a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips.

"you should've texted me," she says, feigning annoyance.

you raise an eyebrow. "you invited me over. what, did you forget?"

she lets out a small laugh but doesn't deny it. for a moment, you just look at each other, smiling like idiots. neither of you says anything, but the warmth is mutual (and obvious). and then, as if deciding simultaneously, you both move forward, with hanni getting up to meet you in a tight hug.

"missed you." you murmur quietly, feeling her squeeze you just a bit tighter.

"missed you too, idiot." she says, her voice softer than before.

hyein, still standing there, groans loudly.

"okay, wow," hyein suddenly interjects, earning a reaction of you two pulling away comically fast. hyein crosses her arms with a smirk. "cute and all now break it up. y/n, come play mario kart with haerin and I. hanni promised she'd play too."

hanni blinks, her expression shifting as if she just remembered. "oh, right... i did say that."

you chuckle at her sudden realization, but before hyein can drag you both away, hanni stops her. "wait, wait—give us a second. we need to eat first."

hyein sighs dramatically. "fine, but hurry up!" she trudges away, leaving you alone with hanni again.

hanni turns to you, nodding toward the bags of thai food she ordered. "come on, let's eat a little before they start complaining."

"you're so lucky i haven't had dinner yet." you joke.

you follow her to sit at the kitchen peninsula, the smell of the food already making your mouth water. you glance at her as she opens one of the containers, her face relaxed, content. it's familiar. it's comfortable.

—

when the two of you finish eating, you both meet hyein and haerin on the couch. hyein says something snarky about you two taking forever, to which hanni responds with an eyeroll. haerin greets you with a small smile, to which you respond with a toothy grin.

"okay, okay." hanni starts, giving everyone a controller. "don't cry when I beat you all."

haerin scoffs. "right..."

the four of you are now squished together on the couch, controllers still in hand as the mario kart lobby loads up. hanni sits beside you, her knee brushing against yours, while haerin and hyein occupy the other side. you scoot closer when you feel her knee brush yours again.

"mind you, we've never played together." you remind her.

"we'll see then." hanni says with a slight cockiness, making everyone laugh.

everyone chooses their character: hyein chooses dry bones and haerin chooses bowser. without thinking much, you pick luigi, but right at that moment hanni clicks on daisy. the two of you glance at each other, blinking in surprise.

haerin and hyein exchange a glance of their own before subtly eyeing both of you.

"interesting." hyein hums.

haerin just raises an eyebrow, smirking.

"what?" you ask, looking past hanni and between the two.

"nothing," they say in unison, far too innocent to be believable.

shrugging it off, the game starts. the first round is fairly normal—chaotic but nothing too different from the rounds you've played with your university friends at the student lounge. hanni dominates the race, breezing past like she was born for this (or has played too much mario kart to the point that she has most maps memorized). you manage to secure second place, while haerin and hyein trail somewhere between seventh and fifth place.

"wow, you guys are terrible." hanni teases leaning back smugly.

"i literally came in second." you point out.

"exactly. you still lost to me, what did I say?" she grins, nudging your shoulder with hers.

you huff, but there's a smile on your face as you nudge her back, a little harder this time. she giggles, the sound light and easy.

then the next round begins. this time, you manage to get ahead, gripping the controller tightly as you take the lead. the finish line is just within reach—

"what the fuck?" you exclaim after hanni throws a turtle shell at you, your screen flashing red as you spin out. luigi drops from first to third in an instant. "are you serious?" you groan, turning to glare at her.

she just laughs, eyes crinkling in amusement. "oops." she giggles.

you don't think. you act.

in one quick motion, you throw an arm around her, pulling her close as you use that same hand to cover her eyes.

"hey!" she yelps, squirming in your hold. "that's cheating!"

"should've thought about that before throwing a shell at me," you grin, keeping your grip firm while still managing to steer your character with your other hand.

hanni is determined to win. she smacks your hand away and leans over you, practically draping herself over your upper body as she tries to shake you off fully. the two of you struggle—her pushing against your side, you keeping your grip on her while barely paying attention to the game anymore.

neither of you notices how close you are through the shared giggles, too wrapped up in the playful competition to care.

haerin and hyein do notice. they share a long, knowing look, silently communicating through raised eyebrows and smirks. they look over now, barely caring about the game while hanni barely fights out of your arm around her, pushing her down against you in a position that looks more comfy than annoying.

"i'm telling danielle and minji later," hyein mutters under her breath.

haerin nods. "please do."

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[secretlifeoflyss]

I took Tilly’s Steps on Broadway Class last night and here are my thoughts!!!!

Tilly makes you feel so comfortable in the room!! She went around giving high fives, learning people’s names, just overall having the most infectious energy

a lot of dance teachers will treat class as if it’s an audition, often leading to raised tension and competition among the class. but Tilly wasn’t like that at all. she made everyone feel so supported and safe, the room became such a welcoming community it was so fun to take part in

she did play wicked, and we ran around because she wanted us to “feel like kids again” and we did. it was so fun

i love the way we warmed up. it was a little bit of stretching, some cardio, and boot-scootin boogie

a big thing to her was falling in love with dancing and connecting with our bodies and WOW did i accomplish that during class. After class i had so much energy to just keep moving my body and dancing, i wanna take another class so bad.

I think it goes without saying, but i’ll say it anyways TILLY IS SUCH AN AMAZING DANCER AND HER CHOREOGRAPHY IS SO GORGEOUS. we danced to nobody gets me by SZA and it was very contemporary based (my fav) and it’s so pretty, the way each move flowed into the next. like by the end i barely had to think about doing the perfect technique for the step because i knew my body would connect and feel the music. like i don’t know how to explain it, she just taught it THAT well.

Tilly does such a great job teaching!! She would teach a little bit of the combo, verbally check in, and we’d go over it with music a couple times. And she wouldn’t move on until everyone was comfortable with it. While nothing crazy, she went at the perfect pace and it made learning the combo so much easier.

I would also like to add that i was on zoom, and in the room, the people on zoom are projected on a TV at the front of the room with our names attached to our videos. And she would check in with us too!! (i did get jumpscared a little each time i heard my name ngl, but it was so cool)

That being said, at one point, she was trying to remember what she had choreographed next, and since i was in a big dance room by myself and forgot the WHOLE CLASS CAN SEE ME, the dancing fairies in my body took over and i just started messing around with coupe turns and just improving to what i thought was no one. And then all of a sudden i hear “OKAAAYYY DANCE ALYSSAA!!” from TILLY. and i got SO EMBARRASSED AND AWKWARD. then she laughed because of the face i made, which like, im honored, but ohh my godddd😭😭 (i was over the moon she liked my dancing tho)

Also you know the little spinny move she does on the tire during ggah?? she put it in the combo and ITS SO MUCH HARDER THAN IT LOOKS. but it also produced my favorite quote of the night: “If you fall?? who the fuck cares??” -Tilly Evans-Krueger

like i’m gonna be taking that with me in every class from now on.

Overall, i had the BEST time and i hope she does it again because she’s the absolute sweetest and such a great teacher!! (also i need to take more dance classes because im SO INSPIRED by her and so fired up about dance again)

[sturniololuvz]

For your triplet sister fic could you do one were the triplets take their four year old sister out shopping for toys and clothes an stuff then they take her out to eat and it ends with them tucking her into bed at night

I hope yall enjoy this !!! i really like this one🩷 btw yall can ask for any age , with any fic including this series!!

“A day out”

Sturniolos x sister reader

warnings: none, pure fluff 🩷

It was a bright and sunny Saturday morning when the Sturniolo triplets—Nick, Matt, and Chris—decided to take their 4-year-old little sister, Y/N, out for a fun day of shopping, food, and, of course, chaos.

“Alright, Y/N,” Matt crouched down to her level, adjusting the tiny pink backpack she insisted on bringing. “You ready to go?”

She nodded excitedly, her little hands clutching Matt’s as she beamed up at him. “I wanna get a new teddy!” she declared, her voice full of determination.

Chris chuckled, ruffling her hair. “A new teddy? What about all the ones you already have?”

“But this one will be special,” she reasoned, her big eyes looking up at them, making it impossible to say no.

Nick grinned, crossing his arms. “Well, how can we argue with that logic?”

The four of them piled into the car, Matt behind the wheel as usual, with Y/N strapped securely in her pink car seat in the back.

Shopping Chaos

The moment they stepped into the store, Y/N’s eyes lit up at the sight of all the colorful dresses, tiny shoes, and shelves full of stuffed animals.

“Chris! Look at this one!” she squealed, holding up a sparkly tutu.

Chris pretended to inspect it seriously. “Wow, I think this would make you look like an actual princess.”

She giggled, spinning in excitement. Meanwhile, Matt picked out a tiny denim jacket for her. “What about this? It’ll match mine.”

“Oooo,” she gasped, reaching for it immediately. “Now we can be twins, Matty!”

As they continued browsing, a girl in her late teens approached them hesitantly, holding her phone with wide eyes.

“Oh my God, are you guys the Sturniolo Triplets?” she asked, trying to keep her excitement in check.

Nick smiled warmly. “Yeah, that’s us!”

“Could I, um, get a picture?” she asked nervously, her hands slightly shaking.

“Of course!” Chris said. “Come on over.”

As the fan moved closer, Y/N instinctively grabbed Matt’s hand and hid behind his leg, peeking out shyly.

“Aww, don’t be shy,” Matt said softly, rubbing her little back. “She’s just a little nervous,” he explained to the fan with a chuckle.

“She’s so cute,” the fan gushed.

Nick knelt down beside Y/N. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You wanna be in the picture, or do you wanna be our bodyguard and make sure we look good?”

Y/N giggled but stayed hidden behind Matt. “I’ll be the bodyguard,” she whispered.

After taking a few photos, they thanked the fan and continued shopping. Y/N picked out a plush bunny—“Bun Bun,” she decided to name it—before they made their way to checkout.

Dinner & A Sleepy Disaster

After a successful shopping trip, the group headed to a nearby Italian restaurant for dinner. They settled into a booth, Y/N squeezed between Matt and Chris while Nick sat across from them.

“I want spaghetti and meatballs!” Y/N announced as she flipped through the kids’ menu, despite not knowing how to read all the words.

Chris chuckled. “I think that’s a great choice.”

When their food arrived, Y/N’s excitement had turned into exhaustion. Her tiny body, overwhelmed from the day’s adventure, started drooping against Matt’s side.

Matt glanced down and chuckled. “Uh-oh, we’re losing her.”

Nick waved a fork in front of her. “Hey, sleepyhead. Your spaghetti’s here.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open at the mention of food, and suddenly, she sat up straight. “Spaghetti?” she mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

Chris laughed. “Food is the only thing that can wake her up.”

The moment she started eating, the mess began. Marinara sauce ended up everywhere—on her cheeks, hands, even a little on Matt’s sleeve.

“Oh, come on,” Matt groaned playfully, looking at the stain on his hoodie.

Nick grabbed a napkin and wiped Y/N’s face. “You’re literally a disaster, but we love you anyway.”

Y/N only giggled, stuffing another forkful of spaghetti into her mouth.

The Sleepiest Ride Home

By the time they left the restaurant, Y/N was completely drained. As soon as Matt buckled her into her pink car seat, her head flopped to the side, and soft snores filled the car.

Chris turned around in the passenger seat, watching her sleep. “That was fast.”

“She’s had a big day,” Nick said, adjusting the shopping bags in the back.

Matt started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. “Well, she earned it.”

The drive home was peaceful, the only sounds being the soft hum of music on the radio and Y/N’s steady breathing.

When they arrived home, Chris unbuckled her seat and gently lifted her out, cradling her small body against his chest. She stirred slightly, gripping his hoodie but never fully waking up.

Inside, the triplets worked together to tuck her into her small toddler bed.

Nick carefully removed her tiny shoes. “She’s out cold.”

Chris set her plush bunny next to her. “She’s gonna wake up so confused in the morning.”

Matt pulled her blanket up to her chin and smoothed her hair. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered.

They all lingered for a second, watching their baby sister sleep peacefully.

Nick smiled. “We’re, like, the best big brothers ever.”

Chris snorted. “Obviously.”

And with that, they turned off the light and quietly left the room, closing the door behind them, leaving Y/N to dream about sparkly tutus, spaghetti, and another fun day with her brothers.

[vicky-0933]

Here is the story, just finished during class. Let me know what you think.

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My Flower Girl

“Here are Lilies” you say while pointing to them, the couple goes to them and looks, you smile, watching them talking about the flowers and, looking outside seeing how there is dirt everywhere, grabbing your cleaning supplies, you head outside, sweeping away the dirt and to take care of the flowers, putting the flowers in there places. As you were outside, you started to take in the view of the sky seeing the different colors, “Hello there sweetheart” a voice says to you, which surprised you.

Stopping what you are doing, you turn to see an older looking women with a pink dress that hugs her curves, “Oh hello, how can I help you” you ask, then soon you hear a ringing in your ears and she does too, she looks at you with a confused but stern look. You both don’t say anything, you don’t understand why that happened, she just looks at you. “Oh I just wanted to come see my new neighbor” she says chuckling, and you snickered, “Well I am glad you came to see me” you say.

You both start talking for a bit, she starts to talking about something until “Excuse me mam” someone says behind you, it’s one of your customers, “Oh yes how can I help you” you ask, they tell you which flowers they want to buy, “Oh yes, I will be right there” you say to them, they walk inside talking about other plants, you turn to the older women, “Would you like come with me” you ask and she nods.

Both of you walk inside, and you bring her over to the back of register, you help the couple buy their flowers, “Thank you, I hope you enjoy them” you say, they says thank you back and walk out of the store. “So, what got you into this business” the older women asks you, turning you say in a teasing manner, “Wow, I would like to have your name first before we know each other” you say.

She blushes, “Oh right well, I am Lilia Calderu” she introduces herself, you smile, “well nice to meet you, I am Yn Ln” you say putting out your hand, she takes it then gasp, you panic, pulling away and taking a step back, trying to figure what’s going on, then she stopped and just looks at you, “your a green witch” she say and you start to stutter, “I am- I umm I am” you nervously say, putting you hands on your head, “oh really, your young one are ya, well I am a divination witch” she says with a smirk and her hazel eyes go a bit dark.

You start to blush, “we-well I umm hello I guess” you say stuttering again, little flowers spring out of your head, she looks at you with a questionable look. “Umm hi” she chuckles, “how did you find out that you where a green witch” she asks but you don’t answer her, you close your eyes praying for it to stop, you both just stand there in, “you didn’t answer my question” Lilia say, you open your eyes looking at her with apologetic eyes.

“Oh right, well I started growing them out of hands and hair, which is weird, but non the less, that’s when I started noticing people come to ask me for flowers and then I started paying attention more” you say, putting you hands down, the little flowers showing and Lilia hums, “at some point, I started to get over welled with this power of mine, so I stopped for a bit, but then got back into it a few months ago. It’s been scary, I’m still learning about it” you finishing saying, and she just looks at you with pity.

She smiles, “well at what age did you decide to do this” she asks you, you smile “when I was 16, once I started to work on magic, and with flowers was the best way to help with my magic by growing them and what not, then I started growing a lot of flowers of different kinds and selling them to a few witches here and there, soon I knew I wanted to do a flower shop” you say looking around your shop. You make a fist with your hand and opening it to show a blooming flower coming out, and she gasps, you motion to her to take the flower and she does.

“How old are you” Lilia asks, while covering her face with the flower, you chuckle,”I am 300 years old” you say, “and you, how old are you” you ask, she sighs “450 years old” says. “You look good for a 450 year old witch” you and she blush, she takes a note and looks around from she is, taking in the view from the flowers, making the entrance look beautiful, she nods and smiles. Lilia feels safe, as if she was meant to be there, surrounded by the colors and smells, calming down.

“What are the best types of flowers for my type of witchcraft” Lilia says taking a step towards you, grabbing the desk behind you, you take a deep breath, “I umm I” you stutter, she takes another step towards you. You getting nervous, and looking around to see what you can tell her, so you thinking about something that might help you with the situation.

“Umm HERE, ummm I hear, over here” you stutter walking towards the foxglove, trying to get the flower to go away from your head but they won’t go away, she just look at you with a smug expression and laughs to herself and follows you, “Here are the foxglove, they are one of Europe’s prettiest wildflowers. Doctors in the 1780s, used this flower to make medicine, for it to treat heart failure. But they are extremely toxic, so I would handle them with extreme care.” You say, trying to calm yourself down from the experience before.

“Oh wow, that’s cool.” She says in aww, “Would you want this flower, or a non toxic one?” You ask nervously, and she chuckles, “I would want a flower that wouldn’t kill me” she says and you gasp, “right, right ummm over here” you tell, she follows you to the carnations, “Here yea go” you say while grabbing a bouquet of carnations and letting her grab one, “You know that these are native to Sicily, so I feel like these are good for you.” You say blushing a bit.

“Well, want to know something” she asks and you look at her, a little confused, “I am from Sicily, but I guess it has been so long since I saw how the flowers looked and now that you are here with the flowers, I can look at them again” she says in a low tone and you look at her a little surprised. You then look at her with awe, seeing her take in the flowers, starting to take in her features. The way that her hair makes her face look sharper, as you look at her you didn’t notice that she was looking at you.

She walks up to you, and puts her hand your cheek making you jump a bit. “You ok there sweetheart” she asks you and you blush and nod but you don’t do anything you both just stand there, looking into each others eyes, you see the way her eye colors change, “umm yes i am, miss i am just a but nervous” you say looking away, she doesn’t says anything but grabs your hand examining it, you don’t move as your blushes mess. Lilia lets go of your hand, and starts to walk around, you can feel flowers growing around your head making a crown.

Something that always happens when your nervous, stressed, or fluster, in this case it happens to be both. Lilia finally turns around and sees your crown, “Oh honey, that look beautiful on you” she says walking to you with a smile on her face, “oh umm thank you” you say looking away, she cups you face making you look at her. And something that has never been done before, you crown seem to be going to her, wrapping around her head and making a crown around her head.

“Oh wow that has never happened before” you say while she gasp, and suddenly you both feel a pull at your heart, Lilia smiles, pulling you in for a kiss, which surprises you, the kiss feels gentle and soft. You slowly melt into it, feeling your body get pulled into hers, how your body matched each others. Feeling her hands go down to your lower back, you wrap your her neck, bring her as close as possible, you both pull away from each other, you see the flowers wrapping around both your hands making them stay together.

“This has never happened before, I have no idea why this is happening” you say a bit nervously, studying your hands, Lilia doesn’t say anything but just stares at you, “do you believe in soulmates” Lilia asks. You turn to look at her, “Well kinda, I believe that it doesn’t exist but I never really thought of looking for them” you say feeling guilty. “Well when I looked at your palm, I saw you’ve meet your soulmate, and I think this is a confirmation. I think we found each other” Lilia says softly, you smile.

And without thinking you hug her which makes her gasp, “I never thought I would find you, now that I have, I will never let you go” you whisper in her ear, Lilia chuckles softly, hugging you back. She cups your face again and pulls you into a kiss again, this time it’s more dominant and hard. You let her take control over this, her tongue exploring your mouth, she pushes you against the well, “Umm Excuse me mam” you hear a voice say and turn and see someone standing there.

“I got my professor pregnant and I need to get flowers to say I’m sorry, and what not. So can you help me or can I come in an other time” The person says, and you sigh, “Yea sir I will help you, just pick out what you want and I’ll be there” you say and he goes. “I am so sorry, but let me help him and then I’ll close up and we can do whatever you want” you say and Lilia nods, you go and help the guy, “Alrighty sir your total is $12.99, and I hope you have a great day” you say, and he leaves. You sigh putting your head down, you feel hands on your waist, and a body come behind you, “Where were we, hmm sweetheart” you hear Lilia say.

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Hi y’all I will post a poll later to see what story will be posted next. See ya!!

[pascalislove]

THE CALL: Han Jeong-Won x Fem!Reader~4

Summary: Your arrival would change everything, even if Jeong-Won didn't know it yet.

The living room was completely silent. Y/N was sitting on the couch, petting Loki, while Jeong-Won stood with his arms crossed and his usual cold expression.

"We need to establish some clear rules," he said firmly. Y/N raised an amused eyebrow. -Rules? “What are we, roommates?” Y/N asked. "First rule: don't come into my room," he said without humor.

—What do you have there? A treasure? —she mocked. —Second rule: physical contact only in public if necessary. Third: do not interfere in my personal life. Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh.

—Wow, how romantic. Are you also going to give me a schedule to smile? Jeong-Won clenched his jaw.

—This is a business, don't forget it. She stood up, facing him with a defiant smile. "Understood, Mr. Han. But if we're going to spend a year together, you should relax." I don't bite...unless provoked. Jeong-Won frowned at her, but didn't say anything else.

The afternoon was warm and bustling in the Gangnam shopping center.

—Do you often come to places like that? —Y/N asked as she looked at the shop windows full of lights and colors. —No. “I prefer to shop online,” he responded without taking his eyes off the road. “What a surprise… you avoiding people,” Y/N joked with a smile. Jeong-Won ignored the comment, but Y/N noticed his lips tighten, perhaps holding back a sarcastic response. When they arrived at the central plaza of the mall, a pair of figures caught Y/N's attention.

A tall, elegant woman, dressed in designer clothing, walked confidently alongside an attractive man with a charming smile.

Seo Yeon.

Y/N had seen photos of her, but in person her presence was even more intimidating. What really surprised him was the man next to him: Yun Ji Woo, Seo Yeon's so-called "new husband."Jeong-Won immediately tensed as he recognized his ex-wife. His hands clenched into fists, although he tried to hide it. “Jeong-Won, long time no see,” Seo Yeon said with a sharp smile as he approached. “Seo Yeon,” he replied in a neutral voice, although Y/N sensed the tension beneath his cold facade. "Oh, and who is she?" Seo Yeon asked, feigning curiosity as she looked at Y/N. “My wife,” Jeong-Won answered firmly, wrapping his arms around Y/N's waist almost possessively. Y/N, surprised by the gesture, quickly recovered and smiled back at Seo Yeon.

—Hello, I'm Y/N. Pleased to meet you. Seo Yeon raised an eyebrow in obvious disdain, but before she could respond, Yun Ji Woo intervened with a friendly smile.

—It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I am Yun Ji Woo, Seo Yeon's husband. Jeong-Won seemed to stagger slightly at those words, although he maintained his rigid posture. -Husband? he asked with barely contained disbelief. “Yes, we recently got married,” Seo Yeon said, linking her arm with Ji Woo's in a theatrical manner. Didn't they tell you? Jeong-Won gritted his teeth, but Y/N noticed the slight tremor in his hand. Despite everything, it still hurt him to see her with another man.What Jeong-Won didn't know was that this "new husband" was nothing more than a piece in Seo Yeon's cruel game. Ji Woo had been hired by her, not because she loved him, but to make sure that Jeong-Won could never forget her, to hurt him right where it hurt the most. “Congratulations,” Jeong-Won said with forced coldness. “Thank you,” Ji Woo responded, maintaining his impeccable smile. When they finally said goodbye, Jeong-Won let out a tense sigh as Y/N watched him silently.

-Are you ok? she asked, softening her usual mocking tone. "Perfectly," he lied while adjusting his sunglasses. Y/N, however, was not fooled. "You know...sometimes pretending like you don't care just makes it more obvious that you do care." Jeong-Won stopped, looking at her with his dark eyes filled with suppressed emotions.

—Don't get involved in this, Y/N. She raised her hands in surrender. "It's okay, Mr. Han. Just remember that I can pretend too... but maybe I'm not as bad at it as you." As they continued walking through the mall, Y/N decided that even if Jeong-Won tried to keep her in line, she would be there to show him that not everything in life was a cold war.

This story does not follow the plot of the series, tell me if you like it and if you want me to tag you in the chapters🫶

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@anamiad00msday

[plumede]

I am so very fond of Monty and Charles' relationship i made up in my head. 

I mean, imagine them sitting next to each other a bit awkwardly and Monty is apologizing for the wrong he did to Edwin, and swears that he didn’t know Esther would takes her revenge this far. 

Charles is suspicious, because he's still angry at him and he knows Edwin is too. Though, he's not here and isn’t it even stranger that the crow chooses to show up when his partner is not around, while his apology clearly should have been dedicated to him ? 

“But what if he still angry at me ? What if he never wants to forgive me or even hear what I have to say to him ? He was so kind and understanding with me. But now that he knows what I am, he has every right to be angry and repulse by me, right ?” Monty says, a bit desperate, and Charles got irritated because what he is, the complaint office ? 

“Why didn’t you try to stop the damn witch if you cares so much about him ? Why didn’t you try to change her mind ?” He snaps, the crow shuts up.

“ I couldn’t.” He finally says and something changes in Monty’s posture as if lead had fallen on his back. He shows guilt and something else Charles identified as nervousness. “she would have yelled at me.” 

“ Oh wow, the boy you pretend to care about was about to be tortured to death and you couldn't do anything because you were going to get yelled at?” Charles scoffs, still very bitter by this part of the story.

But Monty’s shoulders fall and he adds. “ She wouldn't just yell.”  In a whisper. “ it’s never just yelling.”

And maybe it’s the posture, maybe it’s the silences or the gloomy eyes, but Charles gets what is the meaning of never just yelling. He gets it even too quickly for his own good.

“She was hurting you.” Charles says, as if he were piecing together a part of the puzzle. 

Monty seems shocked, by the words or by the unexpected compassion he could hear in them. And he want to defend Esther because he made her sound so evil, and she wasn’t that bad with him, but all he can do is looking at the floor. 

“ If you disobeyed she would hurt you isn’t. It’s why you didn't say anything to her…or to Edwin ?” Charles adds, and talking to him is suddenly more intimidating than facing Edwin. 

Monty shook his head. 

“ I told you, I didn’t said anything because I didn't know the full plan." It's all he wants to say but for some reason, he continues "She just wanted me to be useful. To do things right— so I could make her proud.” 

Charles looks at Monty like he knows, like he understands everything there is to know in these words. He is not forgiving, still resentful but there is now a thin line than could connect them and it’s a step towards appeasement. 

And maybe Charles places a hand on Monty shoulder, maybe other details are share, others dialogues like : " you don’t have to put up with it anymore." "You free from her." "It’ll be alright now." 

And maybe there is some tears, and some pats on the back. 

But at the end, since he's the sinews of war — at least for Charles— he says : 

“ you should go talk to Edwin.”

[lilimaginebean]

five days — 五日

synopsis: In which Kaiser fell in love with his tattoo artist, or in which Kaiser has only five appointments to convince you to go on a date with him.

note: omg no comment on grammy’s

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🥀 Day 4

"I don't know what to do with your uncle anymore. I asked him, I begged him, do you know how humiliating that was?" Kaiser said, covering his face in embarrassment.

You chuckled.

When you finally accepted the Emperor's request, he was on cloud nine. But you were there to remind him that life would never be easy for him. After his session, you casually told him that you couldn't go on a date with him until after the sessions, as his uncle has a rule about not dating costumers.

The moment you told him, you could see his soul leaving his body. How could he have been so unlucky? From that day on, whenever he was free, he would visit the studio and ask your uncle.

“Why does it even exist that stupid norm?” he asked confused

"Well... there was a girl who fell in love with a client, they started dating but then she found out he was cheating on her. So in the end, while he was in a tattoo session, the girl just tattooed him with the quote 'useless pig' and we almost got into legal trouble," you admitted, still remembering those frustrating days.

“Oh, it kinda of makes sense” Kaiser admitted, nodding “Still, what shall I do?”

"Maybe just talk honestly, or you could just wait until the last session," you said indifferently as you worked on a detail of the tattoo.

You really hoped he would take the second choice, because you had your final exams this month and you needed to study. Fortunately, his reading on analysing people must have helped him, because he started to rethink everything.

"Yeah, I mean I've been waiting for almost 4 months, it's not so bad to wait another one," he said, noting that he had a match in the next two weeks so the coach would probably add more training sessions.

You smiled at him.

"Well, even if it takes that long, we can talk about it. What do you want to do?" you asked him with a smile, excited just to think about having a date "Maybe... we could do something like arcade? or reading? Oh, I know a reading cafe, you would love it".

Kaiser titled his head, confused.

“Liebling, what are you even saying? I have already planned it” he said firmly

“What?”

He nodded.

"I've got everything planned after the first date, and it's going to be so great that you'll regret not taking me on sooner," Kaiser added proudly.

"Well, tell me how much it cost, and I will pay you half. You know?" you said.

"Have you only gone out with broke guys?" he said, raising an eyebrow, "I'm the one who asked you out, then I'll be the one who invites you to everything".

"Aww, really?" you softened to this comment.

"Yes, and I doubt you would even have the money to pay me half of it," he said in a teasing tone.

You rolled your eyes.

“Such a gentleman you are, in your own way” you said to give a quick look to the clock and see it was already striking 8PM “Oh wow, it’s already time to close the shop

Kaiser stared at the clock.

"It's really late, we should end the session here so you can get home safely," he added as he stood up and helped you tidy up.

Once everything was cleaned up, you both left the studio. You turned off the lights and closed the door to stare at Kaiser.

"So I guess this is goodbye," Kaiser said, still staring at you. His gaze always softened when he stared at you.

"Just one more session, it's not that much," you said, trying to comfort Kaiser.

"Yes, I can already see you thanking me for giving you the best date ever." he said with his eyes closed as if he could imagine that scenario, you hit him softly

"We'll see," you said, coughing softly. The low temperature made your throat a bit sore. Before you could cover your throat with your coat, Kaiser was already wrapping his scarf around your neck, "Thanks… but what about you?"

"Can't you ever thank me and stop asking me? It's nothing, I live near this place, you have a longer walk," he said while tying up your scarf as if you were a child "Also... I won't be able to visit you until the next appointment either, I have work to do," Kaiser admitted while thinking about how he had to take a flight to play a match.

You shook your head to show that you were not bothered.

"Don't worry, we'll meet in a month and I'll give you the scarf that day," you added firmly, while touching the scarf "I'll even wash it."

"You'd better, it's Cashemire." he replied in a serious tone "Anyways, after the next and last session, I will take you in the date. You don't have to do anything, just be ready and pretty." Having said that, Kaiser left you.

But as always, after five steps, Kaiser turned to look at you who were leaving the studio. He stared at you until you faded into the distance. Once you were gone, Kaiser started walking again, thinking about how he really couldn't wait for the date to come.

[haruriin]

VALENTINE EVE'S NIGHTMARE ♡ * ˖ ࣪ — CH. O1

★ synopsis: every teenage girl has her own struggles, so naturally, you found a way to escape yours! though you never thought you would bump into a pretty boy who had the same habit as you...oh, he's actually in the same school as you? and you two share the same taste in movies too...? wow, lucky you!

*✧·˚ cw. rin itoshi x f!reader, this is a smau & written fic! reader has family issues, so does rin, reader is 16, reader is a smoker, this is angst for like 2 chapters the rest is pure crack/fluff trust, language.

after making sure you're carrying your headphones, keys, and —just in case— some spare coins inside your jacket pocket, you finally zip it up and carefully exit your room, opting to carry the few cat food cans that had been hiding under your bed in your hands, since carrying a bag for such a short trip would be a hassle anyways.

except the soft music blaring through your headphones and into your ears, the streets are mostly quiet except for the occasional sound of a car driving through the road every now and then. your neighborhood is relatively safe, so you haven't ever really worried much about going out alone, still, you make sure to be as close as possible to your home (even if being away is what you want the most) whenever you do.

when you get to the small park right next to the convenience store, there you see him, in all of his glory: mr. chonkers rolling around on his back without a care in the world. truly, you started sneaking out of your house late at night just to be able to breathe when your house got way too suffocating to do so, meeting the calico cat was pure coincidence, but he gave you an excuse to not make the people around you worry about your escapades, and honestly, you loved the (massive) little ball of fur, it kept you company when your mom wasn't there when you needed her, and when all your brother seemed to feel toward you was indifference.

"i could hear the mighty rumbles of your stomach from miles away" you kneel down in front of the cat, opening the cans of food and gently petting his fur while he gobbles them down.

you are lost in your thoughts, hugging your knees absentmindedly and resting your head against them when the soft breeze of the spring night envelops you, feeling at ease until you realize someone's very tall unmoving shadow looming over you...

"oh!" you gasp bringing your hand to your chest, your heart is beating faster than it ever has, thinking you were about to get robbed or something similar (at least you won't let anything bad happen to mr. chonkers!) and when you turn around, your heart beats twice as fast for an entirely different reason

there, what you think must be the most beautiful man you've ever seen, is standing with his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie, intently looking at...mr chonkers? as if you weren't even there.

"hm, that's why he was getting so fat huh" the stranger mutters under his breath while you try to pull yourself out of the trance that his beautifully long lashes have you in.

"um...is mr. chonkers yours?"

"mr. what..?" he seems to finally acknowledge your presence, turning to look at you with one eyebrow raised and a puzzled look on his face, you suddenly feel extremely self-conscious under his scrutinizing gaze...and you just embarrassed yourself too! truly, you didn't think the cat would have an owner, so you just went ahead and named him mr. chonk-

"it's not mine." the boy's voice brings you out of your mental rant "i just feed him sometimes."

oh...that certainly explains why mr. chonkers is so...chunky.

you stare at your feet for a bit, thinking about what your next move should be, you've been coming here almost every night ever since you moved here but it's your first time seeing this guy, maybe he's new here? shouldn't you ask for his number or something? you really should...he's so pretty too! okay, you definitely can do this!

"hey, since you've been feeding mr. chonkers too, we could take turns, can you give me your-" you stopped when you finally turned around to look at him, only to find that he wasn't there anymore! curse you, he probably just left thinking you were weird as hell while you were mentally preparing to ask for his number...

sigh. you kneel down again "you could've at least let me know you had someone else feeding you too, y'know?"

"meow?" you giggle when the cat starts rolling around happily in front of you, and you bend down some more to sratch on his tummy and chin before standing up and making your way back home.

you light up a cigarette and bring it to your lips while walking back to the house, deciding to take the longer way so you could take in the scenery while listening to your music.

even though your mind was flooded with images of the pretty stranger and the way you embarrassed yourself in front of him, so you couldn't really focus on anything else...

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a/n: finally got the courage to start posting fics again LMAO im so excited ab this one...hopefully i can post ch. 2 tomorrow🤞🏻

© haruriin 2025.

[hayleythesugarbowl]

omigoshh hellooo, I just found your blog and I adore your ian fics!! I also saw that you're taking requests, so can I please have a story ( ? ) request with ian and like a bubbly enthusiastic crew member? she's very sweet and always have a smile on her to make everyone's time at work better <33. but when she's on camera, she's a bit shy especially when on tntl gauntlet! but everyone just loves her like a mom hehe. sorry that this is long, no pressure in writing this btw! love you and your work lovely💕 <3

Roasted || Ian Hecox x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist  ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: you, a crew member at smosh, appear on your first TNTL gauntlet and have a surprise for your boyfriend ian

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none

a/n: ok so sorry for the delay darling but it’s here! i took this idea and turned it into a full on tntl bit + roast. hope u enjoy!!

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     “Up next is (Y/n)!”

     People clapped as Emily called out from behind the camera.

     You walked out from behind the divider, a smile on your face as you approach the six people on the stools. 

     You had been working at Smosh for nearly a year now, but you had yet to appear on camera. When you had been asked to appear on one of the TNTL Gauntlet episodes with the rest of the crew, you were hesitant but had ultimately agreed.

     You looked at your friends waiting for you to begin your bit. Your eyes lingered longer on Ian, your boyfriend of nearly four months. He gave you an encouraging smile and thumbs up. 

     “Hey guys,” you waved awkwardly, “Wow this is so exciting, I’ve never been on camera before!”

     Shayne turned to face the camera from his stool. “(Y/n) is one of our writers and producers, for those of you that don’t know.”

     You nodded as Ian said, “And my girlfriend!”

     Everyone clapped and you felt yourself blush. “That’s news to me,” you teased.

     “(Y/n), you’re making me look bad on camera,” Ian stage whispered.

     “Doing that all on your own buddy,” Angela said, patting his shoulder.

     Shayne, who had already started to take a sip of water, spit it out, laughing at her comment.

     This made Courtney and Damien spit their water out and soon everyone was laughing.

     “Ok guys, shut up, let (Y/n) do her bit,” Ian said, nodding at you.

     “Ok, dad,” Angela rolled her eyes.

     Once everyone had water in their mouth you answered him. 

     “Funny you should say that Ian,” you said, smiling sweetly as you looked at him. 

     He raised an eyebrow. You shot him a wink. Now that everyone’s attention was on you, waiting to see what you would do, you were suddenly nervous. You focused on Ian as you continued, 

     “So, um, as Ian told you, we’ve been dating for a little while now. And so I wanted to make this bit especially for him.”

     “Oh my god I can’t wait for this,” Amanda said, around the water in her mouth. 

     “Since I wasn’t a part Smosh yet when Ian had his funeral,” you continued, still smiling brightly. “I thought I’d take this opportunity to give him my roast.”

     Shayne clapped loudly and you looked at everyone’s widened eyes. Ian shook his head at you, eyes smiling.

     “Ian don’t worry,” you turned to him. “I’m going to keep it light. I’m not going to say anything offensive or inappropriate—which I know is something you’re not familiar with so let me explain it in terms you’ll understand: 9/11, Columbine, that’s what she said, and something about Luigi Mangione?”

     Shayne spit out his water, looking shocked. Ian played along, shrugging. You tucked your hair behind your ears—you were just getting started.

     “But Ian isn’t all dark humor and Challenger’s references. As I’ve gotten to know him, I’ve really gotten to see who he really is. Which is some combination of the kid from Toy Story and Jared Bailey if he was depressed and looked like Matt Walsh.”

      Everyone else spit their water out now, except for Ian who crossed his arms at you, feigning offense. 

     “This is so good!” Angela yelled. You continued.  

      “No, but Ian is amazing. And he’s a really great boyfriend. He’ll tell you that you look gorgeous and give you lots of affection and he’ll make you feel so loved and desired—

     You paused for effect. 

     “—or so Anthony’s told me.”

     Ian spit now, laughing with everyone else. “No need to out me like that.”

     “This is insane,” Shayne wheezed, wiping his eyes.

      “But all jokes aside,” you started. “Ian is really special and he’s contributed a lot to society…and to science. I mean, as the only person to breastfeed until the age of 13, he’s  been so useful to so many studies.”

      “This,” Amanda said through her laughter, “is actually so crazy.”

      “You’re getting owned,” Courtney shoved Ian’s shoulder playfully. 

      You smiled, feeling encouraged by their laughter and not feeling nearly as nervous as you had at the beginning.

     You glanced at Ian. He was shaking his head at you, a proud look on his face. 

     You cleared your throat.  

     “And I know everyone likes to give Ian crap for his fashion sense—probably because of the gum-ball machine chic chains and the ‘piña colada threw up on me’ vibes—”

     “Hey, that shirt is fire,” Shayne defended.

     “Thank you!” Ian exclaimed.

     “—but I think Ian does have a good fashion sense. I’m sure all the bi girls are so happy that you stole their style and somehow made it so much more white trash.”

     “It’s too real,” Angela said through tears of laughter as Damien blew out an astonished breath. 

     “What I’m trying to say, Ian,” you said, turning to him. “is that I’m so glad we’re together and I know you would never cheat on me—or at least I think. Last time I asked you about it you just shot yourself with a water gun so I’m not really sure what…”

     You trailed off as Ian threw up his hands. 

    “Anyway,” you said, smiling brightly at Ian as he grinned back at you. “I love you Ian and I can’t imagine my life without you in it and I’ll always want you around—even if Angry Birds 2 didn’t.”

     As you finished, the cast on camera and the crew off camera burst into applause and you felt your cheeks warm as you did a little bow.

     “Damn,” Shayne cursed once the room had quieted, looking shocked and impressed. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard 

(Y/n) say anything bad about someone ever.”

     “Ian how do you feel?” Damien asked. 

     “Yeah my guy, you were just annihilated,” Courtney giggled.

     Ian looked at you as he answered them. “I’ve never felt better.”

     “Awww,” Amanda cooed, nudging Angela. “They’re weird and in love!”

     “Ew,” Angela joked. “That’s mom and dad you’re talking about.”

     You laughed, catching Ian’s eye as you walked backwards off the set and back behind the divider. 

     “Seriously though, that shirt slaps, dude,” you hear Shayne saying as you walk away. 

     You beamed to yourself. All in all, you’d say your first TNTL was a success. 

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     You found Ian immediately after the episode was finished filming. As you passed people, you were showered with praise and comments about your roast. 

     It felt good, having your first time on camera go so well. For so long everyone had known you as the shy, quiet type. Always having something kind to say to someone, an encouraging word to offer. It was nice knowing they all now knew this side of you too. 

     You walked up to Ian, grabbing his hand. “How’d I do?” You asked him. 

     He leaned in and kissed you. “Mmm, you were perfect. I’m questioning my whole identity.”

    “Yeah? I didn’t go to hard on you,” you mumbled against his lips.

     “Nah, everything you said was probably true,” he joked in between kisses. “And I love you even more because not only is my girlfriend sweet and caring and incredibly sexy, she’s also insanely funny and one of the most talented people I’ve ever met.”

     You smiled against him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

     He pulled back, his hand trailing down your arm. “Really? I thought I was immature and unstylish.”

     “And I love you even more because of it,” you teased.

     “Hey, (Y/n)?”

     You turned to find Amanda standing behind you. You grabbed Ian’s arm, pulling him close to you as you focused your attention on her.

     “Don’t mean to interrupt but—can you write my roast for Angela’s funeral? You’re so good at it and I can’t think of anything that rhymes with ‘drank paint’.” 

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ this is me manifesting an angela (and arasha and chanse and spencer and trevor) funeral roast 🧘‍♀️

[chappellrroan]

hey babe okay so I saw the first episode and let me tell u u thirsting about helly r (or helen? im guessing that's her outside name) is soo valid and justified she's very pretty and she's banging on doors screaming to get out and throwing things so I obviously admire her lol also this scout guy omg I cannot take him seriously he was a joke character in the good place it was so funny I keep thinking of him but except for that hmmm it's kinda interesting but I fell asleep like 5 times😭 why is it so slow vio why do they show stupid things like him walking through a white hallway and tying his shoelaces i guess am just used to sitcoms i cannot watch these slowpokes I hope i didn't miss anything important my favourite scene yet from just ep1 was scout sobbing in his car before going to work (haha been there done that) and also helly's video she's so animated corporates will truly kill us all this concept is wild tho but like. it's. i thought that wow i can't keep you're giving away one third of your life to a corporation and you're not even going to remember it like how can you waste it lifeis sooo precious. but then I think about all the precious hours i spent in my office formatting idiotic word documents because my seniors said the font looks bad the spacing is incorrect and how tired I was that I just came home and fell asleep and I'm like oh. i loved that line the boss lady said that humans imagined hell but it doesn't exist but the scary part is that what humans can imagine, they can create. so we all gonna die. but anyway yes that's my review of the first episode.i think i definitely missed some important things like i remember seeing some very old guy talking and suddenly he's like I'm petey and I'm like wait YOU'RE petey? where did u come from? but I'll figure it out lol maybe I didn't sleep enough last night

you'll only fall more and more in love with helly lol (also try not to get spoiled by my posts here because i need to see you react to everything a hundred percent authentic). okay in show's defence it's trying to show and not tell, that's why the first episode might seem a bit boring and slow but trust me it'll speed up by end of 2nd episode. the walking thing is show you the shift in his mannersims how outside he seemed depressed and crying while when his innie (aka the severed self) had absolutely no idea at all (the puzzled look at the wet tissue paper and throwing it) the changing of shoes because he isn't allowed to wear outside ones inside it'd have probably make his innie wonder why they're wet (i am realising this as we speak tbh, because his innie has no idea about sky sun snow weather etc) and give him a chance okay forget his previous characters RIGHTTTT it seems like a fucked up concept but if it was possible i am sure soo many companies would take advantage of it to prey on depressed/naive people. like it sounds nice as a concept but (you'll realise this as you watch) in fact is inhuman to that the other part of yourself that is consistently working. lmao that's miss cobel for you, tell me more about how you feel about her as you go on. also get some sleep and try not to be too worried about catching all the symbolism you'll get them as you go plus we have tumblr to discuss anyways mwah

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people dont talk enough about how heartbreaking the marlon betrayal mustve been for clem too,,

this dude saves the life of her and her kid. takes them in has them patched up gives them their first hot meal in who knows how long. gives them a safe place to stay. possibly permanently. confides in her that hes trying to be a good leader but feels like and fears that hes failing. asks her to help him take care of the rest of the group. helps her get over her fear of dogs by asking her to trust him. and things go well. she feels safe. like this place could really finally be the home shes been looking for

but as soon as she finds out what happened to the twins. that marlon planned on giving up her and aj too. she immediately becomes a liability to him and he attempts to kill her for it. locks her in the basement to die by walker. then tries to turn the group against her so he can shoot her instead when the first method fails. and he nearly succeeds

then a majority of the group turn against clem the minute aj kills marlon. ignoring marlons mistakes but condemning aj for his. like clem wasnt betrayed by marlon in the exact same way he betrayed the twins. like she literally wasnt almost killed twice? and how long had he been considering giving her up? was it always some contingency he planned? did he truly want to keep them around and things only changed when he feared the raiders had returned? she'll never know

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TODAY ON NEVERMORE: LITTLE GUY GOES THROUGH THE HORRORS

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THE CALL: Han Jeong-Won x Fem!Reader~3

Summary: Your arrival would change everything, even if Jeong-Won didn't know it yet.

The room was small and simple, with white walls and a modest desk where the judge patiently reviewed the documents. There were no flowers, music or smiling family members. Just Y/N, Han Jeong-Won, and the tense silence that filled the space.

The white dress that Y/N had chosen for the occasion was simple, but elegant. The light fabric fell softly over her figure, and the lace on the sleeves gave it a delicate touch. Despite the strangeness of the moment, she wanted to feel good about herself. Jeong-Won, for his part, in an impeccable dark suit, except for one detail: the crooked tie that hung carelessly from his neck. Y/N noticed it immediately and had to hold back a smile. The judge looked up and cleared his throat.—Are you ready? Jeong-Won nodded emotionlessly, while Y/N offered a kind smile. —Yes, ready. The judge began to read the marriage deed, his monotone voice echoing in the empty room. Y/N tried to concentrate, but her eyes kept returning to that misaligned tie that seemed like a perfect symbol of Jeong-Won's chaotic and closed personality. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. "Wait a minute," he said quietly, interrupting the judge. Jeong-Won frowned, clearly irritated. —What happens now? "Your tie is on wrong," she replied calmly. Before he could protest, Y/N took a step towards him, raising her hands gently. —Let me fix it. Jeong-Won opened his mouth to say something, probably a complaint, but fell silent when he felt Y/N's hands expertly working on the knot of his tie. His fingers were warm and safe, and for a brief moment, the air between them changed.The judge, clearly accustomed to strange situations, simply continued where he left off. “Mr. Han Jeong-Won, do you accept Miss Y/N as your wife under the terms of this contract?” Jeong-Won looked at Y/N, his dark eyes filled with something indecipherable. —Yes, I accept.

—Miss Y/N, do you accept Mr. Han Jeong-Won as your husband? She held his gaze without hesitation. —Yes, I accept. The judge signed the document and gave them a brief nod. "Then, by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife."Y/N let out a sigh as Jeong-Won put his hands in his pockets, as if it meant absolutely nothing to him. "I suppose it's done," he said coldly. Y/N raised an eyebrow, without losing her good mood.

—Don't get too excited, you might smile by accident. Jeong-Won gave a dry laugh, more of a snort than actual amusement. —That's not going to happen. "We'll see, Mr. Han. We'll see." As they left the room, Y/N couldn't help but think that this strange and cold marriage perhaps had more hidden warmth than it seemed.

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The car stopped in front of an imposing but cold mansion, surrounded by high walls and perfectly trimmed trees. Y/N observed the place with amazement and some discomfort.

—Is this your house? —he asked as he got out of the car with Loki. —What did you expect? Balloons and a red carpet? —Jeong-Won replied sarcastically. The interior turned out to be even more gloomy: gray tones, rigid furniture and not a single personal photograph. “Wow… this is so depressing,” Y/N muttered. “You can go to a hotel if you prefer,” Jeong-Won said, taking off his jacket. "No, I love challenges," he replied ironically. A meow interrupted the conversation. —Do you have a cat? "Three," he answered dryly. A plump white cat trotted into view. —This is Momo. The real boss of this house. Y/N smiled, petting the feline enthusiastically. —You're adorable! “I didn't think someone like you would get along with them,” Jeong-Won commented. —Someone like me? —Loud and optimistic. She laughed. —Maybe you should learn from Momo, he seems willing to tolerate others. Jeong-Won huffed and walked away.

—Do whatever you want, but don't bother my cats. Y/N watched him leave with a smile. Maybe that cold house still had some life in it... even if its owner didn't know it.

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had such a good experience with surgery today i can’t even fully explain