#it was just me and her in the store today and we maybe spoke a handful of times. i picked orders she packed

[athousandsuns2010]

me and my manager are the exact same personality type. lets hope that works for us rather than against us 🤞

[bonefanatic]

"Careful", you snag the boy's shirt before he can step into the road. The boy's head snaps away from his phone and towards you.

He looks pissed but you watch his face shift into a blank sort of stare.

"Sorry-", you release the grip on his shirt, shifting the carrier on your hip, "you should pay more attention when you're this close to the road."

You offer him a weak smile and he blinks up at you, then turns and scurries across the road, focused back onto his phone. Sighing, you adjust baby carrier and begin walking again.

The walk isn't a horrible one, ten minutes is nothing on the half hour walk it takes you to get to work. It's just a little more difficult with a awkward sized baby carrier.

Typically you'd take the train, but you need to get to the grocery store before it gets dark. The air is already chilly but the forecast calls for snow and the baby doesn't need that.

-

The store is a little warmer when you step inside and you even manage to snag a buggy.

The store is relatively quiet and you find what you need to...except for the box of baby rice towards the back on a shelf you can't reach.

You groan softly, glancing at the snoozing babe. She loves those...

You stand on your very tiptoes, grabbing at air. Then, a hand reaches up and grabs them. You turn, about to ask them for the box, when the man passes the box to you.

"Here, you looked like you needed help." He holds the box out with one hand, running his fingers through his black hair with the other.

You blink curiously at him, then take the box.

"Thank you so much, hon." You grin, placing the item in your cart and hurrying to check out.

-

The walk is still cold, despite the sun barely starting to set. You shiver, somehow managing to carry the groceries and the baby carrier at the same time.

About half a mile from your apartment, you bump into a chest. Dropping a few bags and praying the eggs aren't in them.

"Sorry about that", a masculine voice mumbles above you. You tilt your head up to meet the eyes of a boy a little younger than the one who helped you before. He tilts his head, a tuft of white hair hanging in his eyes.

"Would you like some help?" He starts grabbing the dropped bags before you can answer. He makes a gesture for you to lead the way.

"I'm Jason, by the way. We live in the same complex."

You swear you've never seen him before, but maybe that's just you.

-

That night, groceries put away and a baby snuggled happily against your chest, you lay in bed.

Oblivious to several pairs of eyes watching you and the bickering from the rooftops above.

"Ummi spoke to me today, with the baby!" Damian speaks.

"Yeah, well I helped ma with her groceries!" Jason gives him a playful shove.

"Well, the baby smiled at me!" Dick jabs a thumb at his chest triumphantly.

"All of you hush!" Tim speaks up, crouched next to Duke, eyes focused on a familiar window.

Bruce looms nearby, caught up his daydream where he's the sweater wrapped so tightly around you. Someday.

Someday sooner than you think.

[paigesluver]

are you accepting request?

if so can you do vinne fluff with a youtuber!reader like filming a day in my life or morning routine?

Thank you!!

hi! this is so very late but i finally decided to upload it. its short but i hope you enjoy it!

day in the life

vinnie hacker x youtuber!reader

“hi besties and welcome back to the channel! today we’re going to be doing a day in my life” y/n spoke towards her camera. 

“i’m literally still in bed so let’s start by getting ready” she said as she moved the covers off her and got up. She walked into the bathroom and set the tripod on the counter. after slipping on her hello kitty headband, she grabbed her toothbrush. 

“do you guys wet the toothbrush and then put the toothpaste on it and wet it again or do you guys put the toothpaste and just brush?” she asked before brushing her teeth and washing her face. she quickly dried it and walked back into her room. 

she made her bed before walking to her closet and grabbing a pair of jeans, a hoodie, and her dunks. she shook out her curls and put on aquaphor. as she was showing her outfit in the mirror, vinnie walked in wrapping his arms around her waist. 

“mhm who are you looking good for and where are you off to?” he said, placing his head on her shoulder. 

“me, myself, and i and we are running errands today” she said emphasizing the we, smiling as she placed the camera on the counter. 

“oh are we now?” he smirked looking down at her. 

“yes we’re going to all our favorite stores and maybe i’ll even throw in a surprise for you” she said, wrapping her around his neck. 

“mmkay may i have a kiss first?” he asked, puckering his lips. 

she giggled leaning up, as their lips were about to connect vinnie covered the camera lens with his hand, kissing her. 

“you’re such a dork” she said, turning off the camera and grabbing his hand walking out towards the kitchen. 

“yeah yeah they don’t need to see all that plus would a dork get you breakfast burritos from your favorite place?” he said smiling as he grabbed her by her waist, setting her on top of the counter. 

she grabbed her food and began eating it as she went over their schedule. 

“Breakfast is done, so we just have to get a few groceries and definitely go to target. Also I want to pick up this new butterfly bag at Coach.”

Vinnie leaned against the counter facing Y/N as he also began eating, listening to their planned day. 

“Okay that sounds doable and like fun” 

She smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

[lostintransist]

Seamstress | Part 4

Part 1 here.

John lets the men simmer for two days. Mostly he lets their trip to his seamstress ride to see if they brought it up to him. They didn’t. Guess he would be playing this the sly way.

“Found an old quilt from my grandmother when cleaning out my mum’s house last leave.”

Johnny’s brain sparked on the word association just as John hoped it would.

“Found out I can get my family kilts fixed up and preserved. Met a pretty lass who runs a shop that said it was a possibility.”

“Oh?” John folded his arms across his chest, encouraging Johnny to go on by tilting his head in interest.

“Yeah, pretty bird, kicked us out when we started asking about-”

He cut himself off pretty quick but John gave him a small scary smile.

“Asking about who, Johnny?”

Johnny started to back up, hands raised as he babbled his excuses.

“Finish your excuses and go get the guys.”

Johnny turned tail and fled from the room. His muppets filed in the room, Johnny getting forced by the neck by Simon who glared down at him. Must have wanted to keep this a secret. Should have known better than to tell Johnny. The man couldn’t keep a non-life-threatening secret to save anyone’s life. Kyle and Gary slid in after the duo.

“Muppets. You will leave my seamstress well enough alone or I will make it a problem for you.”

“So she is yours?” Gary piped up from the side.

Shooting him a glare John continued.

“I am grown enough to not explain myself to the lot of you, but if I get a call again about any of you bothering her I will make it everyone’s problem.”

Kyle smirked and spoke out one side of his mouth.

“Seems like Price can’t get a date.”

“Kyle I swear to my god and yours I will make you disappear if you keep it up. If your clothes go missing, just know they will be back. Now get out of here the lot of you.”

His men shared smiles and eye contact.

They hustled from the room when he picked up his blackened coffee mug to throw at one of them.

“Fucking muppets going to send me to an early grave. I don’t even have her phone number yet,” he mumbled to himself as the back of them disappeared.

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You think about John far more often than you should. He is a customer. Yes, he sleeps in your chairs and smiles at you in a way that pulls his cheeks to the moon, and yes he makes your heart flutter the tiniest bit but, but he is a customer who has never shown interest and you refuse to make someone feel uncomfortable in your shop. Your shop was a safe space, for everyone. Your flags are on clear display, so many, many flags, made sure of it.

He stepped through your thoughts carelessly. When you were wandering a superstore you somehow ended up in the camping section. A clearance foldable cot caught your eye and left the store with you. You maneuvered it into your tiny car and into the shop without allowing yourself to question why you had bought it.

John appeared two mornings following your purchase. You smile, wider than you should, at him.

“Hi John, welcome back! Got anything new and interesting for me today?”

Did you sound too chipper?

“Nothing crazy, one of my men needs a mask fixed.”

“Do you always bring in their items? I hope they are paying you at least,” you joke as you take the offered mask.

Spreading it on the counter you look it over, a tear over one ear and one from the eye portion. Both are decently easy fixes but would require your ring light and some time with a hand needle.

Looking up you offer John another smile. Fuck, can you keep the smiles to a minimum? He is going to think you are weird and then stop coming by.

“This shouldn’t take terribly long, I would say maybe an hour?”

John knocked one knuckle against the counter as he nodded. With both hands on the armrests, you remembered the cot in the back.

“Oh, John!”

He paused, ass halfway lowered into the seat.

“I..uh..” you stammer to a stop, unsure of how your words might be received.

“Yes?” He lifts a single brow at you, body not shaking as he waits.

Tucking one arm to your chest and the other to your mouth you speak from behind it.

“I found a cot. I brought it to the shop for you to use if you wanted?”

The words rush out of you, mumbled by your hand, and the speed by which you hurl them.

John stands, moving to stand next to the counter where the floor changes, noting the difference in customer space vs working space.

“What was that dove?”

Tightening your lips before biting the inside of your cheek you force yourself to say your words again. Slower, clearer you speak.

“I have a cot for you. In the back, so that you can sleep.”

His face goes blank as he blinks at you.

He looked a bit like a 404 code in the flesh.

A small smile breaks across his face as color spreads up his cheeks.

“For me?”

“Well,” you tighten both arms around your middle as you reply. “No one else seems to pay me for the privilege of sleeping in my shop, so yes?”

John rubs the back of his neck with one hand.

You awkwardly stare at him. What do you even say now? Do you invite him to lie down? No that sounded weird.

“Do you-”

“Why don-”

You both started and stopped at hearing the other’s voice.

Spinning on your heel you turned towards the storage room, confident John would follow. Popping the door open you can do nothing more than point to the cot, still covered in tape from the store.

John slides by you, chest brushing your arm and shoulder as he does. If you have to fight back the urge to take a bite? Well, he would never need to know.

“I can set it up for you if you don’t mind?” John looks back over his shoulder at you.

Knowing you are beet red you can only nod.

“I bought it for you but didn’t get a chance to,” you gesture at it as if your vague motion will explain all your thoughts.

John’s smile, eyes crinkling and shoulders softening, melted your heart.

“I’ll take care of it and then take a good nap. My men have started to comment that I am nicer to them after I get a nap here.” He knelt, pulling out a pocket knife and slicing open the package.

“Your men?” You lean against the door frame, unabashedly watching. “What is it you do for work John?”

“Special forces, I’m a captain. I lead a group of myself and four other men.”

“Well, that would explain a lot of the smells.”

He looks up at you, brow cocked.

“Smells?”

“Like fire, gunpowder, sweat, sometimes fear.”

“You get a lot of smell knowledge here?”

“I get a lot of everything here,” you shrug, unable to articulate how no matter how clean a piece of cloth some lingering smells clung.

John turns back to his task. You spend far, far too long watching him. The way his shoulders dip and arms change shape as he uses them. When the cot is built and John stands he turns and catches sight of you, you give a panicked smile and flee for the counter where you had left the mask.

Slamming your body into your chair you turned on your ring light, pulled your black thread, and focused diligently on fixing the holes you had been asked to address. John did not reappear for nearly an hour. You had finished the mask sooner than that but had not yet found the fortitude to go and wake him.

The creases on his face matched the lines on the shoulder of his shirt, and the slight drool stain.

“Right on time?”

You smile and nod.

“Well let’s settle up and I will find a reason to be back in a few days.” John returns to the customer side of the counter, sure of himself and you.

“You don’t have to pay me to come nap if that is all you need,” you start.

He cuts you off with a wave of his hand.

“My men are hard on clothes. If I can get you some business I feel less bad about using you for some shut-eye.”

Supposing you had to accept that answer you unlock your tablet and complete the transaction.

Once his card clears you pass over the mask.

“You’re jewelry box should be done by Christmas.”

He drops the statement as if he forgot to bring it up until now.

“Christmas should be fine, I don’t have many plans though I will be out of town the week of Christmas proper. I will be visiting my grandmother.” Paternal grandmother since your mother was not allowed to visit, but no need to mention that.

“We will have to find some time to ensure I can get you the gift then,” he smiled as he said it.

“I told you I would pay for it John,” you chide.

With a shrug, he tucked the mask into his pocket and stepped back from the counter.

“Can’t pay me for a Christmas present dove.”

With that, he waved and pushed through the front door.

“The hell I can’t,” you spoke to the empty shop.

Part 3 | Part 5

Masterlist

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ you’ll be the prince ”

connor stoll x fem!reader 🐍

i have no idea where this concept came from, i thought it was a request but i checked and it’s not so? im really confused

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The shopping trip that had honestly begun for unknown reasons was going on its third hour. But if you were to ask Connor Stoll, he would probably tell you he’s been here for maybe two- three years?

“Baby,” he began as Y/N handed him another bag, “why did you wanna come here again?”

“There was a sale at Forever 21,” she answered, her hand finding its way to hold onto his bicep to make sure they didn’t get separated.

“Did we go to Forever 21?”

“I,” she looked at the bags in both her hands and her boyfriend’s, “no.” Connor sighed before she began to defend herself, “one more store, promise.” She put down a couple bags on a nearby bench before wrapping her arms around her boyfriend’s neck, “then, when we get back I can try on everything for you, like a fashion show.”

He looked down with a flustered smile, “yeah, okay.”

She grinned, pecking him on the lips, “thank you, baby.” She quickly grabbed his arm and walked through the crowded mall. She pushed past people who shopped, some who swore at her for her actions. Her boyfriend followed behind, making sure not to lose her.

“Wait, okay,” she stopped, “baby?”

He let out a sigh, “uh huh?”

“I need a Halloween costume, and,” she watched her boyfriend tired face shift, “just Spirit Halloween, then Forever 21, then I’m all yours.”

He couldn’t help but smile as she finished her sentence, “all mine?”

“All yours.”

He stretched out his arms, motioning toward the store, “ladies first.”

She giggled before dragging him into the seasonal store. They were immediately met with a werewolf animatronic howling in their faces.

Connor let out a scream at the sudden sound but quickly coughed to try and cover it up, “that’s not even scary.”

“Of course it’s not,” she smirked. She turned her attention to rack of Halloween costumes. She gasped, “baby!”

He slightly jumped at the exclamation but was being pulled to the costumes before he could even react, “which one are you being?”

She smiled, “I think you mean, which ones are we being?”

“Do I?”

“Here,” she handed him a costume of a prince, “Prince Phillip,” she spoke before grabbing a sleeping beauty costume, “Aurora.”

“I’m being the prince?”

“No, you’re being a princess,” she pointed to the dress, “it would really bring out your eyes.”

A smile found its way onto his face as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “sounds good, baby.” He began looking around before she grabbed his chin to make him look at her.

“I know what you’re doing.”

“What?”

She rolled her eyes, “you’re looking for security cameras.”

He dramatically gasped, “I am not.”

“I know you, Connie,” she laughed. She grabbed the costume from him, “I’ll go pay for these.”

“No, wait,”

“You’re not robbing Spirit Halloween.”

“No,” he chuckled, “I’ll pay for them, seriously.”

“Do you have like a fake credit card or something?”

“You don’t trust me?”

“I watched you steal a diamond necklace from Tiffany’s.”

“They should’ve had better security!”

“Sweetheart,” she sighed, “go.”

He smirked before grabbing her hand, checking around before running out of the store. A few other customers turned their heads at the two, although not paying much mind to the two demigods.

He shoved people aside, receiving many swears and glares in return. They made it out to his car and jumped in.

They both laughed as they tried to catch their breaths.

When Y/N finally could see clearly again, she looked over at her boyfriend, “so?”

He smiled, leaning his head back against the seat, “so?”

“What else did you steal today?”

[sturniolos-blog]

Pick it up - Matt Sturniolo as a dad x Y/n

warnings: kissing, fluff, cute daughter

this was inspired by matt telling nick to pick up the lollipop he threw in todays car vid, but it’s also just a fic of dad matt

enjoy!

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“Mommy!” My 3 year old daughter, estrella, ella for short, ran up to me as i walked in the door.

“Hey baby!” I giggled, picking her up and kissing her cheek.

I kicked off my shoes, “How was your day, lovey?” I pushed the hair off of her forehead and smiled at her.

“It was so ‘mazing, mommy! Me and daddy had a dance party and he invited uncle nick and uncle chris over and we went and got a bunch candy from the store and then we had ice cream and daddy told me not to tell-”

My mouth was wide open as she told me about her day.

I gasped, “Daddy let you have candy and ice cream? Oh my goodness!” I faked being surprised. I already knew about it because Matt texted me and told me about it, telling me not to get mad.

Estrella giggles, “Just kidding mommy!” She tried to lie her way out.

“I can’t believe y-” I started tickling her as she lets out fits of giggles, squirming in my arms before i placed her down.

I see Matt come from the laundry room, “Estrella, i’ve been hiding for 30 minutes it doesn’t take you that long to-” He looks at me and smiles. “Oh, hey baby.” He walks over to me.

“Found you daddy!” Ella poked his leg and laughed.

Matt scoffed playfully and shook his head, “Good job, baby. Go play, love.” Matt ruffled her hair as she ran to her play room.

Matt immediately turned around and hugged me tightly, peppering kisses on my neck, i giggled.

“Matt!” I tried to push him off.

“You smell good.” He whispered into my neck, i gave in and put my hands in his hair, running my fingers through it,

“Yeah?” I kissed his ear.

“Mmm.. ‘missed you..” He mumbled, kissing up my neck, to my jawline and to my lips.

“I missed you too.” I mumbled into the kiss.

He hummed, “How was work?” He pulled away to ask before going back in for a kiss, we rocked back and forth.

“Slow day. But good. I’m glad you and ella had a good day together.” I smiled, he smiled at me to and kissed me again.

Matt smirked as he pulled away from the kiss,

“When she goes down for a nap maybe we can-”

Matt gets cut off by a loud bang in the kitchen, we immediately walk together to go see what it was,

We saw Ella climbing down from an island stool that she pushed up against the counter, with a now empty container with lollipops all over the floor.

“Ella, baby, what are you doing?” I sighed, my hands on my hips, matt with a disappointed look on his face.

“I wanted ‘nother one!” She whined, running up to my leg and hugging it. I ran my fingers through her hair, “Okay baby, but you have to ask us first, you coulda got hurt, my love!” I said.

Ella started crying, “‘m sowwy!” She cried, i picked her up and rocked her back and forth, rubbing her back.

“Estrella stop, just pick it up please.” Matt said softly, but with a stern tone.

Estrella sniffed and buried her head into the crook of my neck, Matt gave me the, ‘put her down, stop babying her look’ I frowned, i tended to feel bad a lot.

“Y/n.” Matt said when i didn’t put her down.

“I know, i know.” I whispered. Crouching down and placing ella down, she started crying more, grabbing onto my shirt.

“Ella please,” I whispered, i gave her a hug before standing up, she grabbed my leg and hugged it.

“Estrella, pick it up. Come on, you made a mess, clean it, be a big girl.” Matt spoke softly.

Estrella coughed and sniffled as she calmed down, she twirled a piece of her curly hair before getting on the ground and picking up all the spilt lollipops, putting it in the empty container. Filling it back up.

“Good girl.” Matt said, he clapped, cheering her on.

“Go, ella!” I clapped too, matt laughed and kissed my cheek.

When estrella finished she tried to pick up the container,

“Oh baby-” I was gonna help her but matt got to her first, helping her pick up the container.

“Daddy’s got it, ella. You did so good, my love.” Matt took the lollipop container and put it back on the counter, taking a blue lollipop and handing it to ella.

“For owning up to your actions.” He smiles, i scoff playfully and shake my head.

“What do you say, estrella?” I say.

“Thank you, daddy!” She said hugging his leg.

“You’re welcome, baby.” He said, smiling at me.

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Thought of this fic and i love matt sturniolo so much anyway enjoyyy

[nevieatiny]

Mrs. Park?

Seonghwa x reader

Summary: Maybe there were different ways to help your boyfriend get a refund, but calling him your "husband" made it sound more dramatic, right?

Word count: 1,449

Genre: Pure fluff

You loved your boyfriend more than anything in the world, you really did, however, something that you hated and you mean HATED about him was that sometimes he was way too nice and struggled to speak up for himself.

You've been doing a lot of christmas shopping recently, and because of that he choose the wrong size when he picked a sweater for his mom, he made you promise you would not intervine this time because he was a "grown man who's able to do a refund by himself" so you did try to look around the store in the mean time, however not even the toy section was able to distract you from that feeling of something going wrong or someone being rude to your boyfriend.

you've worked in customer service for several years, you knew all it took was being nice, but at the same time there was people who just hated being there and would mistreat customers just to make them leave, it was ok if someone did that to you, you knew how to defend yourself and speak up, but some people don't.

So after 15 minutes of your boyfriend not coming back you're heading to see how he's doing at the customer service counter, as you approached the only thing you saw was your poor boyfriend tapping his fingers anxiously against the counter, he was all by himself you assumed he was waiting for the customer service rep.

"Before you shush me away" you said as you were approaching him "i just want to see how you're doing so far, i see that no one's here, so i'm guessing great" you patted his but few times before leaning on him, you were waiting for a lame comeback, but all he did was to lean his head on top of yours and let out a long sigh "how do you do this?" "was it that bad?" that's when he took his phone out looking at the time "she's been gone for more than 10 minutes", you didn't knew how to feel, at first you felt bad for him, he seemed almost sad about it, but after that it was pure rage, why would they do that, you get that christmas and new year could be the toughest time of the year for anyone on customer service, it was 11 am but the place was literally empty.

"Do you want me to take over?" you asked while running your fingers through his hair "i really thought i could do this by myself this time" "yeah but to be fair you choose to do this before christmas, everyone is miserable by now and they just want to go home, most likely they would have to work during christmas, that's not an excuse tho" as you were talking to him you saw a young girl approaching, she might not even be 20, she had a frown on her face and rolled her eyes when she saw you, and at that moment you knew what you were dealing with.

"theres nothing we can you because you bought this 2 weeks ago" she threw the sweater and the receipt on the counter not even looking at you, and before your boyfriend took the clothing piece (most likely as a defeat to just leave right after) you spoke "that literally does not make any sense, when we bought that they said we had a month to get a refund if we keep the receipt" she looked at you for a few seconds before trying to respond before you cut her off "you made my husband wait for 10 minutes just to come up with a stupid excuse to make him leave" Seonghwa looked at you with a surprised expression, he knew what you were doing, but that didn't stopped his heart from beating faster and faster, he took a deep breath to calm himself while he pretended to straighten his clothes with his hands, for a moment he looked down at your hand and he thought about grabbing it, but then he remembered you were kinda busy trying to do what he was not able to.

Maybe you were raising your voice too much because a few seconds later an older man dressed in a expensive suit joined her behind the counter "'I'm sorry ma'am, how can i help you today?" this time your boyfriend spoke behind you, giving him the garment "i'm just trying to get a refund, i choose the wrong size" you knew Seonghwa usually avoided conflicts, but the fact that she let him just waiting like a fool standing there just fueled you anger "My husband kindly came here asking for a refund and your employee left him here waiting for 10 minutes, she went i don't know were and came back with a lame excuse to make him leave, this is unacceptable, do you let your employees treat people like that?, what if he was an elder who had no idea what to do just trying to get a gift for his loved ones?" that's when you felt Seonghwa's hand on your waist gently bringing you closer to him "I'm so sorry to hear that ma'am, and i do apologize for the inconvenience" at this point the girl was standing beside him with her arms crossed "maybe she meant to say that we can give you a refund or you can choose the right size of the same sweater you choose before" he just looked back at the girl with a forced smile, hoping she would not make the situation worst, when she didn't respond you just looked back at him "don't worry, you don't have to apologize, but it's up to my husband" the man behind you passed the last 5 minutes daydreaming, he already had a venue in mind, he was thinking whether the cake should be a classic white cake or maybe he would ask you to let him have a Star Wars themed cake, after that you could go to New Zealand as you've always planned for your honeymoon, or maybe Paris?, no, you've always wanted to go to New Zealand, and since he is for sure insisting on the Star Wars themed wedding that's the least he can do for you, or maybe a lego cake? that would be new, his friends would definitely envy him for that.

"Babe" That's when he realized the three of you were looking at him so you had to repeat the question for him "i think we can pick the right size this time" "of course Sir, that's a great idea, we can wrap it as gift for you as well" the older man looked at the girl this time and asked her to go and get the sweater for you, he didn't had to but when she rolled her eyes you decided she could use a few extra steps "Can you show me your ID to process it on the system please Sir?" your boyfriend seemed off, in the clumsiest way possible he took out his wallet to show his id.

After just a few minutes the employee gave you the gift wrapped up and ready along with your receipt "Again i'm so sorry for the inconvenience Mr. and Mrs. Park, and happy holidays" your boyfriend took the gift and quietly bowed at them before wishing them happy holidays as well, at this point the "Husband" thing was long forgotten to you, but as the two of you walked out of the store you saw your boyfriend looking at the gift as if it was the most interesting thing in the world "you ok?" there were a few seconds of silence before he spoke " I've always feared that you would beat me up to ask you to marry me, but i never thought you would do it in a department store" that's when it hit you, you didn't even asked him if it was ok "i'm sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable, i just thought it sounded more serious, i think i got carried away" "it's okay, you look hot when you're mad" even after developing the ability of have a verbal fight without crying and thinking that you were in control of your emotions this man never failed to make you a blushing mess with the most simple things "aawww, are you blushing right now Mrs Park?" you looked at him clearly not knowing how to react, smiling and frowning at the same time, this action only made Seonghwa kiss you in the middle of the hallway "keep teasing me and next time you would have to call the pizza restaurant yourself"

[momospetdog]

I feel silly when I look into your eyes

Minatozaki Sana x F!Reader

warnings: fluff, sana cooking (WHAT!), mentions of blood n knife

a/n: sana again:33 she js keeps running inside my head. ill try to write for other members as well when creativity hits me

The door clicked shut behind you as you stepped into the apartment, your mind still lingering on the laughter and conversations you’d shared with your friends. The familiar scent of home wrapped around you like a warm embrace, but nothing felt quite as welcoming as seeing Sana sitting on the couch, waiting for you with that soft, loving smile you knew so well.

Before you could even say a word, you both moved instinctively toward each other. Sana’s arms wrapped around your waist just as your own found their way around her neck, pulling her close. The world outside seemed to fall away as you melted into her, the warmth of her body instantly soothing the tiredness that had begun to creep in.

You sighed softly, letting yourself sink deeper into the embrace. Sana held you tightly, her chin resting on your shoulder, and neither of you spoke for a long moment. It wasn’t necessary. The hug said everything—how much you’d missed each other, how comforting it was just to be in each other’s arms again.

“You’re home,” she whispered softly, her breath warm against your neck.

“Mhmm” you hummed.

You could feel her smile against your skin as she nuzzled closer, her arms tightening around you slightly, as if she never wanted to let go. And for a while, neither of you did. The world outside could wait. In this moment, it was just you and Sana, wrapped up in each other, finding comfort in the quiet stillness of being together again after a long day apart.

After a few more moments wrapped in each other’s arms, Sana gently pulled back, her hand slipping into yours. Without a word, she led you toward the couch, her fingers laced with yours in a comforting grip. You expected her to sit next to you, but as you were about to settle beside her, Sana gave your hand a playful tug, pulling you down into her lap instead.

“Here,” she said with a teasing smile, patting her thigh. “You’re sitting with me”

You laughed softly, feeling your heart flutter as you settled onto her lap, your arms instinctively wrapping around her shoulders.

Sana shifted slightly under you, her arms still wrapped around your waist as she gazed up at you. “What did you guys do today? Tell me everything, babyyyy” she began, her voice soft and curious

You smiled, leaning into her as you started to recount your day. “We went to that new café I was telling you about! The one that just opened a few blocks down?”

Sana’s eyes lit up with interest. “Oh, yeah! Was it any good?”

You nodded, remembering the cozy vibe and delicious pastries. “It was so cute! The inside was really cozy—lots of plants, fairy lights, and the pastries were amazing. I had this croissant that was probably the best thing I’ve ever tasted”

Sana’s lips curled into a soft smile as she rested her chin against your shoulder. “I’m jealous, baby” she murmured, her fingers gently squeezing your waist. “Next time, you’re taking me with you”

“Of course,” you replied with a laugh. “We’ll make it a date”

Sana grinned at that, but her gaze stayed focused on you. “What else? Did anything interesting happen?”

You thought back for a moment, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the fabric of her shirt as you spoke. “We just walked around the area for a bit. Stopped by a few shops. Nothing too exciting, but it was nice. There was this one store that had the cutest little trinkets—tiny glass animals and stuff. I almost got one, but I couldn’t decide”

Sana’s hand gently stroked your thigh, her eyes never leaving your face. “That sounds like a good day,” she said softly, her tone filled with warmth. “But you should’ve gotten one. I would’ve loved to see what you picked”

You smiled, feeling a light blush creep up your neck at how intently she was listening. “Next time, I will! Maybe we can go together and pick one out”

“I’d love that,” Sana whispered, her voice a gentle hum of affection. “What about your friends? How are they doing? I haven’t seen them in a while”

“They’re good,” you replied, leaning into her touch. “We caught up on some things—work, life, all that. You know how it goes”

Sana nodded, her gaze softening even more. “I’m glad you had fun. You deserve it after this crazy week”

There was a brief pause as you both basked in the comfort of the moment, the only sound being the quiet hum of the apartment around you. Sana’s thumb continued to trace light circles on your thigh, her other hand resting gently on your back. Her eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes, her gaze filled with a quiet intensity that made your heart race.

“So,” she said softly, tilting her head slightly, “was there any drama today? Any gossip I should know about?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not really. Just the usual. We talked about work a little, and one of my friends is planning a trip soon, so we talked about that for a while”

Sana smiled, her fingers gently squeezing your waist as she leaned in closer. “I love hearing about your day,” she murmured. “It’s like I get to experience it with you, even though I wasn’t there”

You felt a flutter in your chest at her words, the sincerity in her voice making your heart swell. “Well, I love telling you about it,” you whispered back. “It’s nice knowing you care so much”

Sana’s eyes softened even more as she gazed up at you, her thumb still gently stroking your thigh. “Of course I care, baby. I want to know every little detail,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You could talk for hours, and I’d never get tired of listening”

You smiled at her sweet words, feeling your heart swell with warmth. Sana had that effect on you, making even the most ordinary things feel special. You shifted slightly in her lap, adjusting to get even closer, your arms loosely draped around her neck. “You’re too good to me,” you murmured softly.

Sana tilted her head, her lips curling into a small smile as she met your gaze. “I could say the same to you,” she said, her fingers still tracing soft circles on your thigh.

You leaned in, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “You are part of my day, always,” you whispered. “Even when I’m out with my friends, I’m thinking about you”

Sana chuckled softly, a light, comforting hum that made your heart flutter. “Oh really?” she teased, her breath warm against your lips. “What kind of things were you thinking about?”

You pulled back slightly, catching the playful glint in her eyes. “Mostly about how much I missed you. And how I wish you’d been there to try that croissant with me,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Sana laughed, her fingers giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “I knew it,” she teased. “You’re obsessed with me”

You grinned, shaking your head as you nuzzled against her cheek. “Guilty,” you murmured, your voice soft with affection. “Can you blame me?”

Sana’s gaze softened, and she leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Nope,” she whispered against your skin. “I’m obsessed with you too”

You both stayed like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, the world outside feeling distant and insignificant. It was just you and Sana, connected in a way that only the two of you could understand.

After a while, she pulled back slightly, her fingers still gently stroking your thigh. “What else happened today? Any other exciting stories?”

You thought for a moment, running through the events of the day in your mind. “Not much else, really,” you said with a smile. “Oh! Except this one thing—one of my friends brought up the idea of a weekend getaway”

Sana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? Where to?”

You shrugged, playing with the fabric of her shirt. “She’s thinking somewhere by the beach. You know, just a short trip, a few days to relax and unwind”

Sana’s eyes lit up with excitement. “A beach trip? That sounds amazing!” she said, her voice full of enthusiasm. “Can I come with you? Pleaseeeeee? I’d love to spend a weekend with you, just us by the ocean”

You laughed softly, shaking your head at how cute she was when she got excited. “You’re already invited,” you teased. “Like I’d ever go anywhere without you”

Sana grinned, leaning in to nuzzle your neck playfully. “Good,” she murmured against your skin. “Because a weekend away with you sounds perfect. We could just lie on the beach, maybe build a sandcastle-”

You raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. “A sandcastle? Really?”

“Why not?” Sana replied with a smirk. “I’m going to build the best sandcastle you’ve ever seen”

You shook your head, amused by her “I’ll just admire your sandcastle skills”

Sana smiled up at you, her eyes still twinkling with warmth as she softly rubbed your thigh. “You hungry, baby? I could make us dinner,” she offered, her voice sweet and full of care.

You raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin spreading across your face. “Are you sure about that? Last time you tried to cook, you almost burned the kitchen down”

Sana gasped dramatically, feigning offense as she nudged you lightly. “Excuse me! It wasn’t that bad. I just got distracted for a second”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Yeah, distracted by me. You can’t blame me if you’re too busy staring at me to notice the stove”

Sana’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as she leaned in, her breath warm against your neck. “Well, can you really blame me?” she whispered, her voice teasing. “You’re way too distracting”

You couldn’t help but laugh again, but this time it was softer, more affectionate. “Okay, okay,” you said, giving in. “You can cook. But I’ll be watching, just in case you get ‘distracted’ again”

Sana grinned, her eyes twinkling with excitement as she gently pushed you off her lap and stood up, pulling you along with her. “Deal. I promise I won’t burn anything this time,” she said confidently, though there was a playful glint in her eyes.

You followed her into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as she began rummaging through the fridge and pantry. “What’s on the menu tonight?” you asked, watching her with curiosity.

Sana paused for a moment, her fingers tapping against her chin in thought. “Hmm… how about pasta? And maybe garlic bread on the side”

You nodded in approval, crossing your arms as you watched her gather ingredients. “That sounds perfect,” you said with a smile. “As long as you don’t set the garlic bread on fire”

Sana shot you a playful glare over her shoulder, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

You shook your head, grinning. “Nope”

As Sana started chopping garlic and preparing the sauce, you couldn’t help but pull out your phone and snap a few photos of her. There was something about the way she moved in the kitchen, with so much care and focus, that made you smile. She looked so at ease, so in her element, and it made your heart swell with affection.

Sana glanced up at you mid-chop, catching you in the act of taking photos. “Are you seriously taking pictures of me right now?” she asked with a teasing smirk.

“Of course I am,” you replied, giggling as you snapped another photo. “You’re too cute not to”

Sana rolled her eyes playfully, but you could see the faint blush creeping up her cheeks. “You’re ridiculous,” she murmured, turning back to her chopping. But every now and then, she’d glance up at you again, her eyes meeting yours with a warmth that made your heart skip a beat.

You continued to watch her, admiring the way she moved around the kitchen with confidence, though she kept stealing glances at you, her smile growing wider each time she caught your eye. The soft sound of the knife slicing through filled the air, mixing with the gentle bubbling of the sauce in the pan.

Everything was going smoothly—until it wasn’t.

Sana was in the middle of slicing a clove of garlic when she got distracted again, her gaze flickering toward you as you leaned against the counter, watching her with that same affectionate smile.

And that’s when it happened.

“Ow!” Sana yelped, quickly pulling her hand back.

Your heart skipped a beat as you rushed over to her side, eyes wide with concern. “Sana! Are you okay?”

She winced, holding her finger up to show a small but noticeable cut. “I’m fine,” she muttered, though the slight embarrassment in her voice made you want to laugh—just a little.

“Let me see,” you said softly, carefully taking her hand in yours. Your eyes scanned the cut—thankfully, it wasn’t deep, but it was enough to draw blood.

Without wasting a moment, you quickly made your way to the cabinet, grabbing the first aid kit. Returning to her side, you gently guided her to sit down. “Hold still,” you instructed, your voice calm despite the concern lacing your tone.

You carefully cleaned the cut, using antiseptic wipes to disinfect the area. “This might sting a little,” you warned, glancing up at her as you lightly dabbed the wipe over her finger.

Sana winced, but she gave you a soft smile. “It’s okay,” she said quietly, watching you as you worked with care and focus.

After cleaning the cut, you reached for a small bandage, carefully wrapping it around her finger. Once the bandage was secure, you pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of her finger, making her blush.

“All better,” you murmured, your voice soft and affectionate as you gave her hand a comforting squeeze.

Sana looked at her finger, then back at you, her eyes filled with gratitude and warmth. “You’re always so good to me,” she said softly, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips. “Thank you, baby”

You grinned, shaking your head lightly. “Well, maybe next time you’ll let me handle the knife,” you teased gently, though there was no hiding the affection in your tone.

Sana pouted playfully. “I was doing fine until I got distracted by you”

You laughed softly, still holding her hand in yours. “Alright, I’ll take the blame this time. But seriously, be careful, okay?”

Sana nodded, her smile growing wider as she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “I will”

With a playful grin, you gently nudged Sana out of the kitchen. “Alright, Miss Accident-Prone, why don’t you take a break and relax? I’ll handle dinner tonight”

Sana chuckled, shaking her head with a resigned but amused smile. “I swear, if I keep making a mess every time I cook, you’re going to become the permanent chef in this house”

You laughed, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m happy to take over. Just sit back and relax”

Sana settled onto the couch, still with a warm smile on her face. As you turned your attention to the kitchen, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. There was something comforting about cooking for Sana, especially after the little scare earlier.

You started by surveying the ingredients she had laid out. You got to work, humming a soft tune.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Sana occasionally peeking into the kitchen, her gaze following your every move. You caught her eye and waved playfully. “Everything alright?”

Sana laughed softly, her gaze still fixed on you with a mix of admiration and affection. “Everything’s great. I’m just enjoying the show. You’re a natural in the kitchen, you know that?”

You grinned, feeling a flutter in your chest at her praise. “Thank you, baby. I think it’s just because I have a very inspiring audience”

With dinner in full swing, you took occasional breaks to chat with Sana, sharing snippets of your cooking process and exchanging playful banter. Every now and then, you’d catch her looking at you with that warm, loving gaze that made you feel like the most cherished person in the world.

After a while, you heard the sizzle of the pan and the delicious aroma of the meal you were preparing. You set the table, carefully arranging everything just the way you knew she liked it.

“Dinner’s almost ready!” you called out as you plated the food, the kitchen now filled with the enticing scent of your creation.

Sana got up from the couch and walked over, her eyes lighting up as she saw the spread you’d prepared. “Wow, this looks amazing,” she said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

You beamed, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “I’m glad you think so. I hope it tastes as good as it looks”

As you both sat down at the table, you served the dishes, making sure everything was just right. The two of you began to eat, sharing stories and laughing about the day’s events. Sana’s eyes sparkled with delight as she took her first bite.

“This is incredible,” she said, her voice filled with sincerity. “I knew you were good, but this—this is next level”

You felt your cheeks warm at her praise, your heart swelling with happiness. “I’m glad you like it, baby, hehe,” you said softly, reaching over to squeeze her hand.

The evening continued with light-hearted conversation and shared laughter, the kitchen mishap now a distant memory. It was moments like these that made you appreciate the simple joys of being together. As the meal came to an end, you both relaxed into the comfortable afterglow of a satisfying dinner, content and happy.

[starkwlkr]

Is there coming a part 3, then maybe where Charles becomes worldchampion? And celebrates with his daugther Ruby and his wife yn?

cool dad | charles leclerc

more baby leclerc content!! manifesting this happens irl if not i will be jumping off the nearest cliff 😝���🏼

Ruby couldn’t contain her excitement. She danced around in the hotel room to music coming from her mom’s phone, Y/N making sure her phone was locked before leaving it around Ruby.

“And I am a material girl!” Ruby jumped in the bed as Y/N finished her makeup in the bathroom. Charles was already gone. He was nervous, anyone could tell. Today was the last race of the season, the race that would determine if by the end of the night he was going to be world champion.

“Mama! Play it again!” Ruby said as she continued jumping.

“Ruby Jules, did you find the dress you want to wear?” Y/N asked. Recently Ruby was going through that phase where she didn’t want either of her parents to dress her, she wanted to do it on her own. Her clothing hooves mainly consisted of mix matched socks, bright colored shirts and once she even wore her fairy dress that she always wore on her birthday to the Spanish Grand Prix.

“I want grand-mère to dress me.” Ruby stopped jumping.

“Oh, okay. She should be here soon so just pick out your clothes and she can dress you when she gets here.” Y/N said and grabbed her phone from the night stand. She hoped Charles wasn’t too busy to answer her call.

“Yes, my lovely wife that didn’t give me a morning kiss.” Charles spoke into the phone.

“You’re so dramatic, Perceval. I’m just calling to let you know that we’ll be at the paddock in an hour. You have everything you need, right? You’re not missing anything? Lucky socks? Lucky shirt?” Y/N listed off as she continued her makeup as she put the phone on speaker.

“Just my lucky wife and daughter.” Charles replied.

“Aw that’s cute. Didn’t know you had another one. Is she cute?” Y/N joked. From a distance she could hear Ruby talking to herself about which dress she wanted to wear.

“Yeah, Pierre is cute, but not as cute as you.”

“Mama! Grand-mère is here!” Ruby yelled as Pascale opened the door to the hotel room, Lorenzo, Arthur and Carla entered behind her.

“I have to go, Love. I’ll see you soon, world champion.” Y/N said.

“Stop, you’re going to jinx it.” Charles chuckled.

“No, I’ve been manifesting. I even went to a crystal shop before this trip. You’re going to be world champion, Charles Leclerc.” Y/N said witch much confidence.

“I love you, mon amour.” Charles replied. He hoped his dream would come true. It would mean so much to him seeing his daughter watch him become world champion.

“I love you the most, Perceval.” Y/N said then ended the call. Ruby then ran into the bathroom to show her mom a dress that Pascale has bought her so she could wear it to the race. “It’s beautiful, baby.”

“That’s what I told grand-mère!” Ruby smiled and ran back to the room. It was still too early, but there was no stoping the little girl.

Y/N stepped out of the bathroom, all dressed up and ready to go. “Hi, how are you?” Carla asked, kissing Y/N’s cheek to greet the mom.

“Nervous, but excited. Ruby’s even more excited.” Y/N nodded as she went up to every single member of the Leclerc family and kissed their cheek.

Pascale chuckled. “Did you see the dress I got Ruby? I saw it last week in the store and I just knew she would love it!”

Everyone looked at Ruby who was still jumping on the bed, but this time she had the dress in her hands.

“Ruby, careful. Come on, you said you wanted grand-mère to help you put your dress on. We have to go see papa race.”

Ruby took Pascale’s hand and led her grandmother to the bathroom so she could change. Carla and Y/N catched up on their lives while the two Leclerc men kept up with pre-race interviews on their phone.

“Y/N, they’re asking Charles about Ruby.” Arthur showed the phone screen to his sister-in-law.

“You’ve got a little girl, Ruby Jules-” Charles interrupted the interviewer.

“Right. But everyone knows her as baby leclerc and she loves the name. I was the one that gave her that.” Charles smiled proudly.

Charles had spoken to Y/N after Ruby’s whole instagram live video. Of course everyone knew Ruby’s name by now and that was something Y/N never wanted to be out in the first place. She at least wanted her daughter’s life to be private since hers and Charles was far from it.

“And is she excited about today? Does she understand that her dad could be world champion?”

Oh, Ruby understood more than that. In school, she had told her friends and teachers that her dad was already world champion. Of course that wasn’t true, (Not yet at least) but the little girl was so proud of her dad that she knew he could be world champion.

“Yeah, she has watched most of the races. She knows quite a few things actually, which surprises me because she mostly watches cartoons and listens to pop songs. But yeah, she even caught on with the whole forza charles and says it to me before every race even if she’s not here she makes her mother call me.” Charles explained.

“Forza Charles or Forza dad?”

“A bit of both. Charles when she’s excited so mostly I hear forza Charles coming from my daughter. It’s funny.”

The first time Ruby ever said that to her dad was in Silverstone. After hearing his daughter say those meaningful words, he pushed through and ended up on the podium.

“Mama! Look!” Y/N stopped looking at the screen to turn around to see her daughter in her new dress. Ruby twirled and did a pose which caused both uncles to take their phones out and snap photos of their niece.

“Where’s your grand-mère?” Y/N asked when she noticed Pascale wasn’t out of the bathroom yet.

“She wanted to ask you something. I think she wants to borrow some makeup.” Ruby ran to tackle her uncles by jumping on them.

Y/N nodded and went into the bathroom to see Pascale waiting for her. “Ruby said you wanted to ask me something.”

“Yes, I know I shouldn’t have looked around but Ruby wanted a little makeup from the bag so I grabbed some of yours and I found this.” Pascale handed her a pregnancy test that had the words positive on the little screen. “I’m sorry, I know this isn’t how you wanted me to find out.”

“Pascale, don’t be sorry. You had to find out sooner or later. I put it here because Ruby knows not to touch my makeup bag.” Y/N chuckled. “I’m planning on telling Charles after he becomes world champion.”

“And he will.”

Charles would think that the two mothers made some kind of magic to make him win or that Y/N was actually serious about using crystals. Whatever it was, he was grateful because it got him an unforgettable moment.

“Charles Leclerc, you are world champion!”

Fireworks went off making Ruby cheer at the bright colors. She pointed at the right lights in the sky as Lorenzo held her in his arms. She was amazed until Lorenzo pointed at the Ferrari crossing the finish line that belonged to her father.

“That’s papa!” Ruby screamed.

Charles couldn’t wait to hug his family. After years and years of hard work, his dream of becoming world champion had finally come true. This moment was for him, for his father, for Jules, for Anthoine.

“When can I see papa?” Ruby asked her mom, who was standing beside Lorenzo.

“I’m not sure, chérie. Papa has a lot of people congratulating him. We’re going to see papa celebrate.” Y/N explained to the girl.

The family walked to get a good spot to see the podium ceremony. Checo was given his third place trophy while Max received his second place trophy. Finally, the moment everyone had been waiting for, Charles receiving his world championship trophy. Lorenzo raised Ruby a bit higher so she could cheer for her dad. Arthur made sure to capture everything on video.

That night hearing the Monaco national anthem was something special. This was different. A good different.

Y/N stared at her husband with proudness. He worked extremely hard every year just for that moment. She clapped alongside everyone as Charles celebrated. Y/N wiped away a tear once Charles spotted his family. He blew several air kisses to where they were.

“Mama, he saw us!” Ruby excitedly said.

“And for the last time this year, the celebration!”

Les Toreadors started playing as all three drivers grabbed their bottle of champagne and started spraying each other. After a few seconds, Charles made his way to where the Ferrari team were and sprayed them.

“Is that juice?” Ruby asked.

“Yes, but it’s the kind that you can’t drink.” Arthur tried explaining.

“Why?”

“Because you can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s for adults.”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Uh-huh!”

Having Arthur around was like having another child. At least Ruby didn’t get bored with her uncle Arthur.

It felt like hours trying to get ahold of Charles since everyone was congratulating him on his championship. Ruby was the first to hug him since she ran to him at full speed.

“You did it, papa!” Ruby smiled brightly at her dad as she hugged him.

“It’s because of you. You gave me forza, remember? This is all you.” Charles hugged her tighter as he walked to his family waiting for him.

“Forza papa!” Ruby yelled. Charles set the girl down.

“mon beau garçon!” Pascale cried out as Charles hugged her. “Your father is proud of you forever.”

Charles couldn’t hold his tears in. This special moment was supposed to be celebrated with his whole family, but one special person was missing.

“Congratulations, little brother!” Lorenzo joined in on the hug as well as Arthur, Carla, Y/N and Ruby.

“Ice cream after?” Ruby suggested making everyone laugh. The hug was broken up, but Y/N still held onto her husband.

Pascale knew what the woman was going to do so she whispered to her sons and Carla to let them have a moment. “Come, Ruby, let’s go find ice cream.” Arthur grabbed Ruby’s hand.

The couple stayed in each others arms for a bit. Charles certainly didn’t want the night to end. He eventually let go of his wife to kiss her lips. “I did it, mon amour.” He said after kissing her.

“I’m beyond proud of you, Charles. Everyone is. You deserve this more than anyone.” Y/N kissed Charles once more.

“This feels like a dream.” Charles admitted. “Be honest, on what lap did you take out your little crystals to make me win?”

Y/N laughed and playfully smacked his arm. “I didn’t. I knew you wouldn’t need any type of crystals to help you win. You’re Charles Leclerc, you’re world champion.”

“That sounds so beautiful coming from you.” Charles whispered as he grabbed ahold of her waist. “Would it be bad if we leave Ruby with maman and you and I can properly celebrate?”

“Calm down, world champion. If we go out, I probably won’t be much fun.” Y/N said. Charles raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Just to remind you what happens in Vegas doesn’t stay in Vegas.”

“I am still trying to understand-”

“I’m saying Ruby might fight her new sibling over the baby leclerc title in nine months because I’m pregnant.”

“Oh!” Charles understood.

“Yeah, we are never going back to Vegas if it ends up with me being knocked up.”

“It’s Vegas, baby!”

[orphicdreamers-wp]

Girl Of My Dreams — Mat Barzal

Summary: In which Mat Barzal inadvertently falls for the oldest Hughes sibling and her brothers aren’t happy.

Content Warning; Taylor swift 1989 isn’t by Tay(its by reader) Mentions of University of Alabama (reader went there) Trevor Zegras being hopelessly in love with reader. Readers social media face claim is Addison Rae bc idc she’d clear as a WAG for a athlete.

Pairing: Mat Barzal x Hughes! Reader.

Mat would be lying if he said he didn’t sneak glances at the announcers box after meeting you. You had been carrying a plate of food and two margaritas to your booth where your friends sat. Tito had made a joke about you seeming familiar then the pair heard your voice and knew, “Alright now, eat up because y’all are bumming me out.” Mat’s jaw slacked, “He’d known that the Islanders had gotten a new game announcer who was a girl but he wouldn’t have known it was you. You were effortlessly stunning, you had captivated the attention of every straight man in the bar. Mat had approached you as you sat at the bar, “I’m Mat, can I buy you a drink?”

You grinned and spoke, southern accent slipping out, “I’m Y/N, I mean Barzy after the way you played last game? You better buy me a drink. ‘Yknow how many hate comments my broadcast got?” Mat grinned as the bartender approached you, “Another Corona Light and whatever she’s having on me.” You grinned sheepishly, “I’m fucking with you. I’ve heard worse.” Mat grinned, “So now would probably be a shitty time to ask you out?” You smiled at him, “Maybe not.” Mat smiled, “If I may, your not from New York are you? Where are you from?” You grinned, “I grew up in Toronto with my 3 younger brothers and moved to Alabama for college and been in New York for a few months now.” Mat grinned, “Well welcome to New York beautiful.” That was a year and a half ago. You still hadn’t told your brothers who your boyfriend was, just that his name was Mathew. Until your album release came creeping in and you wanted to go public with Mat.

Instagram

ynhughes; my album ‘1997’ is now streaming! thank you for all your support(especially the bf, ‘slut’ and ‘suburban legends’ are 4 us)

barzal97: celebrating you is my favorite pastime. i have never met someone who people gravitate towards more than you. you are by far the most wonderfully amazing woman i know. it is a privilege to say i love you🤎 this past year or so has changed my life. you make living easy and so so much better. i can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you.

trevorzegras: alexa play that should be me💔💔

ynhughes: forever in awe of you mathew barzal. amazed a gal like me is lucky enough to be adored by you🤎

oliviarodrigo; THEY HIT THE PENTAGON!! @conangray

>conangray; told you it was them i saw at radio music hall!

ny_islanders; our roman empire is all the sweet posts for to y/n today🥹🥹

sydneyemartin: brb crying. the purest people in the world. so grateful my girls get to grow up seeing a love this pure that isn’t their parents.

>ynhughes: we adore your girls more than words can express.

_quinnhughes: my biggest inspiration is out here killing it. in awe of you everyday sissy🥹 thank you for being my best friend from day 1

ynhughes: in a puddle of tears quinny. thank you for always being on my side, even when im wrong.

sabrinacarpenter; hockey players making me ugly sob wasn’t on my 2023 bingo card

elhughes; my first babies🥹 extremely emotional over you all today

>_quinnhughes: we love you momma💕

jackhughes: 1997 reasons to love my meanie head sister, i guess her bf’s alright

ynhughes: i love you little brat, come visit me and mat!!

>jackhughes: will do, sissy🫡

trevorzegras: i can’t believe she won’t date me 😞😞

>ynhughes: buck up z, your way too young for me. perfect age for @sabrinacarpenter tho!

lukehughes: the worlds best big sister came out with the best album to date

ynhughes; really feeling the hughes love train today, i need to plan for all of us to be together soon! so y’all can meet Mat!

etnow; this just in; the Hughes brothers have brought tears to my eyes supporting their sister

barzal97: the third picture is actually the most accurate representation of your sister now

>lukehughes; always messing with those darn cats! even if they are on the side of the street.

[ursuu-la]

hi hi!! if the requests are still open can you do a fully one shot of reader crying in the bathroom and spencer comforting her? like she went shopping with her mom and met mom made a comment abt her body i’ve had a rough day and this would so totally help

thank you sm!!

Beautiful - S. Reid.

wc: 1.3k

tw: negative comments about others and oneself body.

a/n: I hope you like it and that it falls into your expectations!! This will be the first fic I post btw. English is not my 1st language, so there may be spelling or grammar mistakes♡♡ thanks for the request♡♡

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You sighed. You knew that her comments would affect you, but this was worse than you expected.

When you were inside the dress room, looking in the mirror, you could only think about how perfect the dress looked on you and how you wanted to show it to Spencer. But when you walked out there to show the way it looked to your mom, all those thoughts were brought down as if her words were made of rocks and your thoughts of feather.

"Don't you think it makes your arms look fat? And that fitting around the waist doesn't help your body type... Maybe you should consider other options, honey." You smiled and nodded, trying not to be affected by her sentences but failing.

When you entered the fitting room again and you saw your reflection on the mirror, you felt a knot form on your throat. You knew very well that feeling, but you weren't gonna cry, not until you were alone in your home.

You took the dress off as fast as you could, not wanting to feel that ugly for much longer. You handed the cloth to the saleswoman standing next to your mother and walked out of the store. The woman with you seemed confused when you told her that you didn't want to try any other outfit on.

"Why would you say that? We haven't found one that suits you fine yet! I'm your mother, and I can't allow you to keep dressing so horribly." She said, trying to laugh it off in the end, but it wasn't funny to you. "Oh, come on! You're never satisfied with anything I tell you."

"Well, maybe it's because you're never nice with the things you say." You spoke calmly. Yet you were boiling with anger and frustration inside.

"If I don't ever say nice things about you, it's because maybe there's nothing nice to say! Do you want me to say something pretty about your body? Well, be pretty first!" Your mom yelled this at your face, caughting some people's attention. You just sighed, not wanting to fight with her anymore.

"I won't tolerate this. I'll see you when you change." You left your mother speaking alone.

All you wanted to do now was to get home and just cry until you felt numb, Spencer was off at work: he had to work in the office today and he wouldn't come home until probably 5p.m.. This left you with the whole house to yourself.

When you finally got to your place, the first thing you did was to go get a shower. You undressed yourself and took a well-needed shower to relax your body. As you felt the warm water fall over your skin, you could feel how your emotions started to let go, and it didn't take you long to start crying.

You stayed a little longer than needed under water, but given the circumstances, it was justified. When the water stopped running, you grabbed a towel and started drying your body. You put your underwear and your pants on, but before putting your shirt, you looked at your reflection: big mistake.

All you could see were the defects your mom had pointed out, all the bad things you were convinced you had. Seeing all these things was a trigger to your crying. All the tears you had been holding since the morning were now dropping without any control. You were sobbing loudly and trying to take your look away from the mirror, but even if you did so, the idea was already stuck in your head.

You kept crying when suddenly you heard the sound of keys being placed in the table. 'Spencer?' You thought. It couldn't be him, he was at work. And if it was, had he heard your crying? You had probably been so caught inside your own thoughts that you didn't even hear when he opened the front door.

With a wave of adrenaline invading your body, you covered your mouth to stop your sobbing. After doing it, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"(y/n), are you there? Hotch gave us the afternoon off since there were no cases." It was Reid's voice, you felt your body freeze. You couldn't even process the thought of having to tell Spencer about how awful you were feeling at the moment. You didn't want him to carry with that weight that belonged only to you.

"I heard some noises coming from there, I know you're inside." You were still silent. "Hey, you're worrying me. Are you okay (y/n)?" He spoke again.

"I'm fine..." You said, but your voice was nasal because of how long you had been crying.

"You're not. Open, please... You know you can talk to me..." His voice was calmed yet worried.

"Give me a sec. I have to get dressed." You lied. You just needed to gain a little more time to calm down and compose yourself before facing Spencer.

After maybe three minutes, you unlocked the bathroom door, which was then opened by Spencer. When he saw you, your eyes and nose with a red tone, he knew instantly that something bad had happened while he was gone.

Before saying a word, your boyfriend grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into a tight hug. You couldn't help but to start crying, it was comforting to feel him next to you.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You nodded, your head still pressed into Spencer's chest. When you were ready, you stepped back from the hug and looked at your boyfriend's eyes.

"My body... I'm not pretty, I have a ton of defects, and I just don't understand how to make them better. I know I have to improve the way I look, but I just can't seem to find the right way to do it and-"

"(y/n). You're the most beautiful woman who has ever stepped on this planet. You don't need to improve anything about the way you look. You're perfect like this." Spencer interrupted you, placing both hands on each of your shoulders. His face was honest, and even though he made you feel a little better, your insecurities were still there.

"You're just saying that because you love me..." You spoke, and instantly felt annoyed with yourself for finding a way of seeing the negative side.

"Hey. Do you forget I'm a genius? If I say that about you, then it must be true, right?" You smiled at him, and he seemed relieved for at least getting you to smile. "See? You liked the idea. Have a little more self-love, and whenever you don't feel like you are pretty enough: come to me, and I'll make you remember how pretty you are."

After saying this, Reid grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer, bringing your faces really close. He was scanning every part of your physiognomy. To his eyes, you were a goddess, and it broke his heart not being able to make you understand just how beautiful you were.

"Are you gonna kiss me, or are you just making me wish for more?" Hearing your voice so playful brought Spencer back to reality with a smile. After processing your words, your boyfriend broke the distance that kept you too from kissing.

Even though Reid and you had kissed a hundred times before, there was something magical about this time in particular. Maybe it was because of all the beautiful things he had just told you, or because now you felt like the most perfect woman in the world, kissing the most handsome man on earth.

"Spencer." You spoke softly when you pulled away from the kiss.

"Yeah?" He answered, his eyes reflecting the purest kind of love you had ever seen.

"I love you, you know?" He nodded, which made you both smile. Spencer Reid truly was the best boyfriend in the world.

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[sanriotraffy]

Vanilla Perfume

Zoroxreader- no warnings only fluff <3

Zoro is not weak. In fact he’s far from weak, he’s wayyyy too strong. But every strong man has its weakness, and Zoro’s weakness was your perfume. That damn expensive signature perfume you’ve been wearing since before you first joined the crew. A vanilla scent, not your boring average vanilla scent but a superior, warm, spicy, and sweet vanilla that haunts Zoro. One whiff and he’s on his knees ready to worship and pray to the owner of the scent, which is obviously you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going out?” Zoro was pissed. Pissed because you both had agreed on staying in the Sunny and watching a movie with some food from a nearby restaurant and obviously some booze (and hydrating facemasks too). But when Robin pointed out that the island has some of the best night life in the world you knew you had to have a girls night even if Zoro got mad at you for ditching plans after he ordered food and found a movie.

Did you feel bad? Yea, but if you didn’t go out tonight you’d regret not going. So you did what you had to do. Get ready with the girls and escape while Zoro napped. And maybe you added something to his booze so he would sleep longer. Just because you’re a loving girlfriend it doesn’t mean you can’t commit pirate acts against your man.

“You’re such a bad girl you know, Zoro is gonna wake up pissed when he wakes up and doesn’t find you anywhere” Nami laughs, wasted. “Oh, I will be fine don’t you even worry girl, I have my ways” You replied sloppily, twice as wasted as her. “Oh, and speaking of the devil” Robin spoke pointing to Zoro, who was making its way to your table thru the crowd.

“Let’s go” he spoke when he finally got to you. “But I’m with the girls. The fuck?” You were giving him unnecessary sass that he didn’t appreciate at this moment. He rolled his eyes and told you to get up but you refused again which made Robin (the most sober out of the three) burst out laughing. Zoro rolled his eyes at her, it’s not even funny.

Eventually Zoro won, and got you to leave the bar with him. You were too drunk and sleepy to complain at this point. “Zorooooo, pleaseeeeeeee I’m sorryyyyyyyyy” you apologized to him as he ignored you the whole walk back to the ship. “You think a simple apology is enough after you cancelled our plans after I bought the food you wanted and the movie, and you cancelled without telling me, you just snuck off and lets not forget about the fact that you literally drugged me like I’m your enemy or something” he was mad, he had the right to. “Im sorry baby” you got closer to him eventually wrapping your arms around his waist and looking up at him with the prettiest eyes you can give him. “We haven’t had a girls night in so long, just us, the girls” you pouted at him. He just stared fighting his inner demons. You knew he smelt you, you knew he smelt the lethal perfume combo you chose today. The best vanilla scents in your collection + vanilla honey hair perfume, oh Zoro is a dead man.

“You know you’re getting away with so much shit because you smell so good and I don’t think it’s fair” he complained. You just giggled. “It’s my magic”

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But wearing the same scent every day gets boring sometimes. “Baby I’m back!” You climb onto the crowns nest to show Zoro a haul of all the stuff you bought at the new island they arrived at. And as soon as you entered a new scent invaded Zoro’s nose. A pleasant sweet cherry scent with a familiar vanilla scent. The smell of an angel to him but a simple good perfume layering to you. “What took you so long?” He dramatically drops the dumbbell he was using to turn to you with a frown. You don’t care that he pretends to be annoyed with you as you cover his face in kisses with the new lipstick you’ve gotten at the store. “This store I went to had a variety of perfumes I had to smell every single one, AND I restocked on my signature scent as well” You kiss the perfume bottle showing it off to your still “annoyed” man.

“We were supposed to go watch that movie with the princess and the knight. You took way too long I had to go with the cook. It was embarrassing but I didn’t want that ticket to go to waste” he grumbled. You laughed. You knew that he liked spending time with Sanji (sometimes), even if he refused to admit it. They’re basically besties.

“Oh yea, well let me make it up to you baby” you stand on your tippies wrapping your arms around his sweaty neck and start kissing it. “Cant. Working out” he says but does nothing to stop you. It’s hard to resist you, specially with that new perfume. “But Zo-“ he couldn’t play it cool anymore. The cherry-vanilla scent won, meaning you had won, meaning you got your way again. Damn woman.

[upsidedownmvnson]

reader is insecure about big boobs | eddie munson

warnings: reader is insecure about big boobies :(

requested by anon <3

"What's left on the list, my love?"

Eddie Munson was a powerhouse of a boyfriend, always. Not in sheer strength, but just in general boyfriendiness. Today you guys were out and about in town, just running errands for you. So far today you'd gotten your haircut, went to the dentist, did the groceries for your house, dropped something off to your friend, and now you guys were at the mall, eating french fries and taking a little break.

Not once did Eddie get annoyed, bored, or impatient. He just followed along, performing finger drum songs in various waiting rooms while you were busy. In fact, you'd told him it would be boring but he insisted that he be your private chariot for the day.

You unfold the weak paper. It's been folded and unfolded this sheet so many times that it was just begging to fall apart. The blue pen was fading as if you hadn't written this last night.

You sigh, "just bra shopping."

"Best for last," Eddie grinned, rubbing his hands together.

Obviously, he'd never been bra shopping before. You had. You would spend the next hour trying on bras that don't fit and will end up paying forty bucks for a bra you don't even like, and barely fit into, like one weight flux and it would start gathering dust in your drawer.

But what are you supposed to do? They never have your size, and when they do they're neon pink, or have the same effect as a sports bra, and you already wore a sports bra enough. You wanted something sexy, something to push up the girls and say, "hey look at me! I probably don't have stretch marks from being pulled down to her belly button all the time!"

But you do...

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes before you could even say anything else. Bra shopping is the worst and you'd already had a long day.

"Hey, hey," Eddie said softly, recognizing the overwhelmed look in your eye. He stood up and shimmied around so he could sit beside you in the booth. "What happened? What's wrong, Petal?"

"Maybe we should just call it," you said, wiping at a tear that managed to sneak out. "And I can do this tomorrow."

"Wouldn't you like to just get it out of the way? I can help you real quick and then I can take you home, we can set up a movie night and just relax the rest of the day? How's that sound?"

It sounded really good. And the way he spoke softly and kindly reassured you that he's got your back, and he probably wouldn't even laugh at you if you told him the truth, which you were considering. Maybe he could even help?

"What if I can't find anything?"

"Then I'll take you somewhere else."

"What is they laugh at me?"

"Then I'll burn the store down."

You laughed, and he smiled, putting an arm around you and pulling you into his side. He kissed the top of your head a few times before resting his chin on your head.

"C'mon Petal, tell me what's bothering you."

"Eddie, have you ever been bra shopping? I have watermelons strapped to my chest, nothing fits! And when it does it gives me uniboob. And uniboob even costs like a thousand dollars - and even then, I'm- I'm..." you sniffle, trying not to cry in the middle of the food court.

"Baby..." he cooed, holding you tightly. He didn't care if people saw the pda, he would comfort you when and where you needed it. You couldn't see his face, but where you imagined him cringing, he was just smiling sadly. He hated that you felt like this. "I wish you saw what I saw."

"I wish you felt what I felt," you said. "They're literally weighing me down."

"I have a solution."

"That's not you just holding them up all day?"

"I do not have a solution."

"It's just frustrating."

"I know baby," he said, "Can I just... I don't want to make it worse but baby, you are so gorgeous. Top to bottom, just perfection. I know you might hate them, but personally..." Eddie sighed, you were still smushed into his chest, but pulled away to see his face. He pushed his own chin into his neck to look down at you, but somehow still looked ridiculously beautiful. He grinned. "Personally I like when they spill through my fingers."

"Eddie!"

"What!? It's so true, there's so much to grab. To kiss. Ugh, just suffocate me with them so I can die happy."

You giggled, "Okay you win for now. Let's go do this - but if I need to talk to an employee I'm making you do it."

"Deal."

As you gathered your stuff, Eddie watched you. Honestly shocked that someone as beautiful as you even found time to bother with insecurities. He would do literally anything to make you see yourself the way that he sees you.

He takes your bags, holding the girly shopping bags with no hesitation or problem.

And he says, "but I can help you hold them up later, right?"

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈 𝙼𝙴

➛ yandere!nagito k. × fem!reader

title page┆previous chapter┆word count: 1.6k┆warnings: cursing, implied stalking, sexual references┆a/n: i have nothing to say other than that I love nagito

❝ ᴡᴇ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɢʀᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛꜱ, ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ❞

╰⋯➤ cake — melanie martinez

CHAPTER ONE ━ STRANGE BEHAVIOR

⤷ 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗

the very strange and shocking announcement that “Monokuma” had made at Jabberwock Park, you felt both mentally and physically drained.

“I couldn’t even put the damn swimsuit on…” you muttered in obvious frustration as your body flopped onto the soft mattress making your bed.

Speaking of your cottage, you found it very interesting that it had a few things accommodating to your Ultimate talent, The Ultimate Digital Artist.

As you were just about to reach for a stylus pen sitting on your desk, you heard a knock on your door.

“Shouldn’t everyone be in their cottages by now?” You whined melodramatically and ignored their knocking, hoping that they’d go away.

But they only persisted, the knocking becoming louder and more aggressive. You rolled out of your bed and trudged over to the door.

You opened swung the it open and whined, “What do you want?”

Your eyes slightly widened at the sight of him standing at the door.

“I know it’s late and having someone so worthless like me bothering you at this hour might be a bit annoying but…” he smiled softly, “I just wanted to know if you were okay.”

What’s Nagito doing here?

“Uh… what are you talking about?” You responded awkwardly.

“You were the first to leave Jabberwock park and you seemed a bit uneasy.”

Both of those things are true but why would he go through the trouble of finding your cottage and ask about your well-bring at the moment? Couldn’t he just wait until the morning?

“Yeah… I’m okay, don’t worry.” You replied.

“Ah- I knew someone as hopeful as you wouldn’t let that keep you down.”

“Uh… okay…” you stepped back a bit, “anyways, bye Nagito.”

“Bye Y/—“ before he could finish his sentence you slammed the door in his face.

“I’m going to sleep.”

That next morning, after getting dressed and leaving your cottage, you’ve already come to the conclusion that you’re not ready for what today has in store for you.

Looking over to the side, you saw Hajime and Kazuichi talking right outside of the protagonist’s front door.

“Maybe I should talk to them—“ cutting your thought short was Kazuichi’s sudden panicked outburst.

“I- IM OUTTA HERE!!” the pink haired mechanic screamed while running away from him.

“H- Hey!” Hajime called after him, “Where are you going!?”

You made your way over to the confused brunette, “What was that all about?” You asked with a slight laugh.

“I dunno…” He rubbed the nape off his neck, “Apparently, everyone is meeting in the restaurant. Pekoyama was just here to tell us that.”

“Well we better get going, then,” you replied with a smile and he nodded in response.

Once inside the restaurant, the first person to greet you was none other than…

“Ah, good morning, Y/n!”

…Nagito Komaeda

I promise this guy is everywhere… you thought while awkwardly waving at him.

“Hajime and Y/n, you’re late…” Byukaya said firmly, “And where is Kazuichi? I thought he and Hajime were together.”

You took a side-step away from Nagito as Hajime began to awkwardly reply, “He… ran off somewhere.”

“Huh? Where?” Akane butted in with her hands resting on her hips.

“Well… he pretty much said he was running away, but…” the green eyed male trailed off.

After many minutes of conversing about Kazuichi’s whereabouts, Mahiru finally spoke up.

“Aw, jeez! Fine! I’ll just bring him here myself, then!” She shouted with annoyance in her tone.

“I’ll find him and bring him here, even if I have to tie him up!”

After saying that, the freckled redhead stormed out of the restaurant and shut the door with a loud slam.

“Mmhmhm… I’m a little jealous now,” TeruTeru hummed, “Getting tied up by Miss Mahiru… Maybe I should run away too…

JUST KIDDING!”

“Disgusting moron…” Fuyuhiko scoffed with crossed arms.

Ignoring the odd things being said around him, Byukaya spoke up once more. “Now then… let’s have breakfast while we wait for everyone.”

The second after he finished his sentence, he began scarfing down the pile of food before him.

You and Hajime watched him with bewildered expressions on your face.

“Uhm, where did that pile of food come from, anyway?” Hajime asked curiously.

Moving a bit closer to your side, Nagito turned to him with a smile, “When I arrived this morning, it was already here.”

You were still a bit confused by his vague statement, “But how—“

“-Ah, they even have crab and shrimp!?” Mikan exclaimed happily.

“Crab and Shrimp are a pain to eat,” Hiyoko huffed.

“I hate them as much as I hate Mikan’s ugly, stuttering face.”

“M- My ugly st- stuttering face…?” The purple haired nurse repeated.

“That’s it!” The blonde laughed, “That’s the face right there!!”

Not too long after, Mahiru returned with a not-so-happy Mechanic.

“Okay, thanks for waiting! I brought him!”

She tugged at his jacket sleeve she was holding onto, “Hey, straighten up a little more! You are a man, aren’t you?”

“St- stop it… don’t pull… You’re gonna rip my sleeves…” Kazuichi muttered.

Hiyoko laughed at the pitiful “man” before them all, “Even though you look all cool-looking, you’re actually a big loser!!”

“Are you gonna be okayy?? People like you are usually the first victim, you know?”

“I- I just wanna go home already!!—“

That’s when loud crashing noises rang throughout all of the restaurant. You looked around in confusion before hearing a loud scream.

“Ohhh… no no no no!” Mikan cried.

Everyone looked over at the nurse to see her in a position that many would find highly suggestive.

“I- I- I tripped!!”

“Wha… What the hell!?” You screamed.

“C- can you even call that tripping?” Hajime questioned while trying his hardest to keep his eyes away from the… odd position she fell into.

“I- I’m so embarrassed! P- please help me!!” Mikan whined as Mahiru and some others hurried to help her up.

Nagito never left your side ever since you entered the room. Not even when he began to question to the Nurse, “M- Mikan… are you okay?”

“Ugh… My head still hurts a little, but I’m okay,” She frowned while resting her hands on top of her head.

“Anyway… everybody’s here now, right? Then let’s get going,” Chiaki paused, “Since… I’m getting sleepy.”

“You’re right… despite the fact I am not yet done eating breakfast, I should begin my talk.” Byukaya stood up from the restaurant tables and turned to all of us.

It took way too long to get to what we actually came here for… you thought.

“First, I have a question for you all.” Byakuya began, “Under these strange circumstances, what do you think we need right now?”

One at a time, a few people expressed their thoughts but not having the exact answer Byakuya desired.

That is, until Nagito spoke up, “Could it be…” he glanced at you and you returned his look, “a bond?”

“Bond?” You and Hajime repeated simultaneously. Both oblivious as to what exactly he means.

“This is what I believe,” Nagito explained, “As long as the Ultimates work together, you’ll all be able to create a hope that can overcome any despair.”

“That’s why… we need to promise each other that we’ll work together!” The white haired male finished.

Hiyoko snorted, “Wow, he said that with a straight face! How is he not embarrassed?”

“Ah… just as I figured. That was kinda lame, huh?” He nervously chuckled.

After deeming Nagito’s answer as “correct,” Byakuya then went on to proclaim himself as the leader.

Some didn’t like the idea of him leading them, some did.

It honestly didn’t matter to you either way.

“Now then, let’s move on to the topic at hand, for real this time… I have something to show you all,” The blonde stated firmly.

“It’s at Jabberwock Park at the central island… Come, follow me!”

Great, more walking… you complained in your head while following after Hajime who was one of the last to leave the restaurant.

But you failed to notice a certain green eyed male following close behind you.

Once we all arrived to Jabberwock Park, the first thing we all noticed was this huge spherical clock counting down.

A few people began wondering if it were a bomb or not but Byakuya quickly calmed down their panicked thoughts.

After the blonde gave us a speech about how we should not kill each other and rather get along, some people spent their free time in their respective cottages while others went to talk with others on the island.

On your way over to the Beach, someone stopped you by putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey Y/n, wha—?”

“-What do you want, Nagito?” You said with an annoyed sigh.

“Nagito?”

You quickly turned around to meet eyes with someone totally different, Hajime.

“Oh, it’s just you.”

“Why’d you think I was Nagito…?” He questioned.

“It’s just… it feels like he’s been following me around all the time. It’s weird.”

“What? Weird how—?”

“-Y/n! There you are!” A certain someone’s voice rang out from behind you both.

“I was looking all over the island for you!” He chuckled softly.

“I… see what you mean, now…” Hajime muttered under his breath.

When it got late, you departed from Hajime and Nagito and immediately returned to your cottage.

Nagito had followed you around all day.

You collapsed onto your bed.

“Why can’t he just understand that I don’t want to be bothered by him…” you grumbled as you began to doze off to sleep.

Well, you tried to, at least.

Before Monokuma came on the monitor.

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[garbinge]

But Not Today

Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader

Summary: Part 2 from Maybe One Day // Chibs comes to visit you on the farm.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of death, murder, emotional distress, emotionally heavy.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

A/N: I've been thinking about these two a lot </3 Part 1

Your chest was rising and falling as you caught your breath and stared at the ceiling. It was the moment where all your wits and sanity came back over you and the thoughts of what just happened came flooding in. The smell of his Scottish cologne and cigarettes filled the empty space on the bed next to you, it was still warm to the touch. You heard the water from the faucet turn off and any thought that was sneaking in your brain was now being rushed out as Chibs reappeared in your room. His hands were tangling through his shirt as he put it back on. Your eyes darted from him to his kutte, waiting to see if he was going to put it on. That’s when your heart began to race even more. The thought of him leaving made you uneasy, he had come all the way up here to the farm to see you and explained nothing. It was partially your fault too, you made pleasantries, some quick small talk but before any explanation was given you were kissing him and dragging him into your room. 

“What’s with the face, love?” Chibs spoke as he grabbed his kutte, your heart sinking with it. 

“Leaving already?” Your eyes moved back to his. 

A smile grew on his face as he shrugged the leather over his shoulders. “You promised me uh tour, didn’ya? If I ‘member correctly you said sum ‘bout chickens?” 

The way the relief washed over you made you sad for a minute. You knew this was a feeling you’d feel again, that it’d be heavy when it happened, but you took a deep breath and tried to stay in the moment. 

“Earl, Tootsie, Olive, and Jameson.” You named them off as you stood up and re-dressed. 

Chibs was now grinning as he waited for you to get ready. “Jameson, huh?” He asked pulling out a cigarette to hang in his mouth, eager to get outside and smoke it. 

“Abel and Thomas named them when they were young kids, but I made sure I suggested one.” 

Chibs was holding out your sweatshirt for you. You approached and grabbed it from him but instead of letting go he pulled you closer. “Not tha only thing you have ‘round here as a reminder of me.” His face was dangerously close to yours as he looked down at the sweatshirt. It was the one item of his you could still wear around. There were no SAMCRO tags, just a black zip-up that barely had his scent left on it. 

“I’ve got pictures too.” You said stealing the zip-up back from him and placing a kiss on the left side of his mouth where the cigarette wasn’t dangling from his lips. Moving past him you made your way to the backdoor, the barn dog you got quickly getting up from her bed and moving to the sliding door just waiting to run around to herd the few goats you had. 

“Where’re the boys?” Chibs asked as he walked behind you. 

“Thomas is with Nero. Tuesdays he picks him up from school and takes him to basketball practice.” You spoke as the door slid open and the door ran past your legs. “Abel is 16— I’m lucky if I know what he’s wearing for the day. I thought Gemma was being exaggerated when she’d talk about the “Teller Terrible Teens” but Abel has made her words an understatement.” 

Chibs looked to you with a frown as you stepped onto the back deck and made your way down to the farmland. 

“It’s not horrible. He’s not a dick to me, he helps out when I ask. He just– he questions everything, he’s asking about Jax, he’s getting into trouble at school.” You shook your head thinking about these last few weeks and how Abel had been acting out.

“The worst part is, he reminds me of him so much. The way he looks, the way he talks.” You laughed as you unlatched the barn fence and moved around it to look at Chibs and invite him in with the sway of your arm.  “Yesterday, we were at the grocery store and he looked at the girl bagging our shit and said, “thanks, darlin’” I swore I was looking at Jax, I froze for a minute and just stared at him.” You laughed again. 

Chibs laughed with you knowing it sounded just like the boy’s father. 

“He’s probably out with his friends on his dirt bikes in the back trails.” You spoke as you walked through the goat pasture. “They probably do real stupid shit but I’d rather them do it on the property than at some random’s house or parking lot downtown. I’ve turned them into real country boys.” You turned back to see Chibs admiring everything around him. He was still listening to you but he was taking in the sight around him. 

“This is the goat pasture, Billie girl, our dog, loves herding them, honestly I got ‘em because I don’t have to mow the lawn as much. We’ve got 1 horse, Delilah, real beauty, she’s back in that red barn over there. Then there’s the chickens. We had more but they aged out, now we’re down to the four. Waiting to get 12 more, can’t go to the Farmer’s market with only 2 dozen eggs, you know?” The words were falling out fast as you spoke, nervous habit, but it didn’t stop you from beaming as you showed Chibs around. 

“You seem happy.” Chibs couldn’t help but smile as he took in every word you said. The both of you approached the back deck and plopped down on the rocking chairs Nero insisted you kept back here for company. It was an argument between you two when you first moved onto the farm. You looked at him like he was crazy when he mentioned company. It was hard to believe a normal life with having people over could exist when you were running from what you were running from. 

You looked over at Chibs as he looked right back at you after making his last comment, the smile on your face wasn’t at his words but at the memory of Nero’s. 

“I don’t know about happy.” You began to shake your head. “But, I don’t know I’m content, I’m…” Your mind wandered to find the right word. 

“At peace.” Chibs nodded as he finished your sentence, not even bothering to look at your eyes to see if his words were correct, he knew they were. 

You would have agreed with a nod but Chibs was looking out at the farm, his fave had fallen into an expression that was hard to read. He seemed…bittersweet. Happy but yet sad. 

As he stared out at the barn he nodded his head and said something under his breath. 

“The Universe will never give you peace in something you were never meant to settle in.” 

“What?” You leaned forward, frown filling your face as the familiar sentiment fell from his lips. It was hard to really pinpoint anything since he spoke it at a mumble. 

“I, uh.” Chibs reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small pocket notebook. “found this. In the garage. S’why I came out here, figured you should have it.” He handed over one of Jax’s notebooks. You knew what it was immediately, it matched the style of the other one you had. 

“I read it.” Chibs said those three words with multiple emotions behind it. Regret and apologies, for intruding on whatever privacy there was there, but also firmness and understanding like something in there just made sense. 

“And?” You rested your elbows on your knees. 

“‘nd, it’s’y I came here and didn’t mail it out.” He looked troubled now. “I wanted to make sure you were settled.” 

Now that statement held more weight knowing what he had just mumbled under his breath. 

“I guess I am.” You hated that the words felt like they were breaking his heart. 

“You are, love.” Chibs spoke with certainty. 

You looked out onto the farm, taking in the life you had. It was different than the life you had been born into, forced into. The life that took pretty much everything away from you. 

“It’s impossible to be at peace in that town.” You said the words outloud. It felt relieving to say it. All this time you had never said it outloud, they were just thoughts that danced around you head. 

“Don’t I know it.” Chibs agreed with you. 

That made your head turn to him, a little shocked. All your conversations when you were together, or involved was probably the better word, back in Charming never were really about the big problem. Sure, you two talked about club stuff, the things members told their ol’ ladies, about your brother, about Jimmy O, about a lot, but never the real source. 

“What are you saying?” You questioned him, more bold than you ever would have before. 

“Things are different. Things are messy.” He wanted to share but you could tell he was hesitant, that he was trying to ease back into your dynamic and add another layer to it. But the loyalty to the club ran deep, that was a multi-decade long habit that he was trying to break for the first time. 

“Doesn’t sound different.” That was the new you coming up to speak. The you that lost your brother, your brother’s best friend, your mother, your father to the club. 

Chibs nodded at that. “We’re getting into it with the Mayans. Other charters, they’re falling apart, it’s bleeding into SAMCRO.” 

“Yea, doesn’t sound different at all.” You crossed your arms and fell back into the rocking chair. 

“Your brother–Jax–Jackie boy,” Chibs went through all the names he’d call Jackson Teller, smiling at the last one before letting his lips fall, “this wasn’t what he wanted, he worked hard to leave everything in a good place and it’s like shit unraveled.” 

You could tell he was venting to you, you could tell he hadn’t been able to do this with anyone else in his life, no one from the club, no one in his love life, it could’ve made you feel special, a characteristic Chibs never failed at with you, but this wasn’t so much of a fail but just not something you could ever feel special about again. 

“As someone who's seen it before, from the outside but up close and personal. This doesn’t seem different at all.” 

It was the same statement you kept repeating, but this time, the way you said this, it made him look at you. His eyes were low, tired, and you could see the gloss and redness in them as he held back tears. Two strands of his long salt and pepper hair escaped from his sunglasses and fell in front of his eyes, oily and dirty you could tell he was going through it. 

He didn’t need to say anything, you knew he was looking at you to elaborate. 

It was mean to laugh, but you felt that you had the right to after everything you’ve been through and talking about it now was bringing that bitterness up. 

“You’re so deep in it, you don’t even see what’s plain in front of your eyes.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath letting the irritation leave your tone for the next sentence out of your mouth. “Your next. Everyone who's held that gavel ends up in the same place, making the same mistakes as the one previous, no matter how hard they try not to.” 

Chibs took in what you said. 

“Jax tried so hard to be JT, then tried so hard not to be him. Both of those things dug that grave for him. He loved the club more than anything and the club couldn’t love him back.” You were saying things that you had locked away in your mind for years, things you thought about as you buried your brother, as you packed your life up and left. “The club will never love you back.” You looked at Chibs. “Those guys might love you, but the club never will.” 

“Do you?” 

You weren’t sure if he was trying to change the subject, at first your head snapped to him with a smirk and a snappy remark to shoot back at him but you saw his face that was looking out at the farm. 

“Never stopped.” 

The words made him look at you and you smiled at him. Your head tilted and lowered to meet him at eye level since he was leaning his elbows on his knees. “Best part is, the farm,” you tilted your head a little more before leveling it out, “it loves you back.” You nodded. “Every animal, every acre of land, the boys even when they fucking hate you for embarrasing them in front of a girl,” you laughed at that one and smiled hoping the last one was going to be enough to convince him, “me.” 

The tear dropped at that one. His eyes shut tight as a couple more fell. 

“Move here. You can open up a garage, we have the buildings for it, Nero would even let you put something up closer to the road, you can come with me to the Farmer’s market, you can drive me to the vet at 2 in the morning when I’m worried that Billie got into something or that one of the chicken’s has a fever,” you chuckled, “you can ride dirt bikes with the boys and tell them about Jax, not SAMCRO president, but your best friend, how you fell in love with your best friend’s sister, you can wake up and feel settled, feel at peace.” 

Chibs wanted to say yes. He wanted to build a fire and burn the kutte right here right now, but he knew it wasn’t that easy. In this moment it was but as the thought settled, as the days would pass, he’d think about it, he’d dwell in it, wonder if he made the right decision, miss the kutte, miss the guys. 

“It’s not that easy, love.” Chibs tired to level with you. 

“Doesn’t seem like the life you’re living now is either.” You would beg him, it wasn’t below you to beg. “It’s going to kill you.” You were firm in your words, it wasn’t begging but you thought it might have an impact on him. “The club is going to kill you.” 

“A normal life would too.” He answered too quickly and immediately you knew it was a losing argument. 

The sound of an engine and the gravel dirt being stirred up and you knew it was Thomas and Nero coming back home. Chibs looked over and saw them pulling into the driveway when he stood up.

“Was really good seeing you, love.” He put his hand on your cheek and looked down at you. “Really good.” His thumb caressed your cheek and he smiled. 

You nodded in agreement and thanked him for the journal. His hand was still on your cheek when you shut your eyes tight. “Don’t come back here unless the ink is blacked out and the kutte is off.” 

The words broke you to say, but it was more than just you that you had to look out for. You had two boys to think of and the man who was generous enough to give you half of his acreage to live on. 

“Ay.” He agreed with no disdain in his voice, if anything it was littered with understanding and what you hoped was well, hope. 

Your eyelids remained shut as his hand dropped and he walked off the back porch. You heard the car doors close but no words exchanged. If you weren’t dealing with everything that just happened in your head right now you’d be imagining the way Nero was probably lifting his sunglasses while Chibs was lowering his, the nods both would give to eachother, the curious questioning look on Thomas’ face as he tried to place the visitor. 

“You alright?” Nero’s voice was filling your ears and you wished it offered up the level of comfort it normally did. 

The tears were wiped from your face immediately and you stood and smiled. “Yea, I’m good.” 

Nero knew you weren’t but he also knew you weren’t going to share with Thomas two steps from joining you on the porch. 

“Who was that?” Thomas was asking as he looked down at the snack he was fidgeting with to open. 

Your gaze looked at Nero and said so much while not speaking at all. Before you either had a chance to answer, another voice was coming from the other direction as the back door swung open. “Was that guy on the bike here at the farm?” Abel’s voice was like a knife to your heart. 

“Yea, it was someone looking to sell me something.” You lied straight through your teeth to both boys. 

“Oh.” Thomas said as he passed by both you and Nero without second guessing your statement and walked right past his older brother into the house. 

Abel looked like he might need more convincing but you could tell he decided to drop it. “I’m goin’ out later but I picked up the feed order and left it in the ATV wagon.” 

“12AM curfew.” You pointed at him and he waved you off but you knew he’d be back before 1. 

“What was he sellin’?” Nero asked you, the only one besides you who knew exactly who it was that was here. 

You looked at Nero and shook your head at him.

“A dream.”

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Rhythm of Our Hearts

Synopsis: you, a small-town choreographer, whose life changes when global K-pop star Lisa asks for collaboration, sparking a journey of dance, dreams, and unexpected romance.

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This was requested and I hope I did okay, so if any of you guys do have requests of the girls , please do let me know and I promise I will try my best.

The world of dance was all you had ever known. From the time you could walk, your feet had found rhythm and movement as naturally as most children discover speech. Growing up in a small town, you never imagined that your passion for choreography would lead you to the heights of fame and success. Your journey had been a whirlwind of hard work, dedication, and a bit of luck. But it wasn't until the fateful day when Lisa Manoban, the global K-pop sensation, walked into your life that everything changed.

— — — — —

The crisp autumn morning in Los Angeles was beautiful. The sun had just begun to rise, casting a golden hue over the city. You had an early call at the studio, a place that had become your second home. Your name was renowned in the dance world, and you had worked with some of the biggest names in the industry. But today, you had no idea what was in store for you.

As you arrived at the studio, coffee in hand, and greeted your team, you were prepping for a new project when you received an unexpected phone call. It was Sean Bankhead, a fellow choreographer and one of your closest friends.

"Hey, I need you to come to Studio B. Now," Sean's voice had an urgency that piqued your curiosity.

You made your way to Studio B, wondering what could be so important. As you entered, you were greeted by the sight of Lisa Manoban, the superstar from BLACKPINK. She was even more stunning in person, her presence commanding the room effortlessly.

"Hey," Sean said, a wide grin on his face. "Meet Lisa. She has a special request."

Lisa turned towards you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've been a huge fan of your work," she began, her voice as smooth as silk. "I'm working on a new solo project, and I was hoping you could choreograph the dance for my song 'Rockstar.'"

You were taken aback. Choreographing for Lisa was an opportunity of a lifetime. "Of course, I'd be honored," you replied, trying to keep your composure.

Lisa's smile widened. "Great! I'm so excited to work with you. Let's make something unforgettable."

As the days passed, you and Lisa spent countless hours in the studio, perfecting every move, every beat. She was incredibly talented and dedicated, and your sessions were a blend of hard work and creativity. You began to develop a rhythm, not just in your dance but in your interactions.

Between breaks, you'd sit and chat, sharing stories about your lives, your struggles, and your dreams. You learned about her journey from Thailand to becoming a global icon, and she listened intently as you recounted your path from a small-town dancer to a renowned choreographer.

— — — — —

Your late-night sessions became a routine. The studio, usually bustling with activity, would grow quiet as the night deepened. It was during these moments that your bond began to grow stronger.

One night, after a particularly grueling practice, you sat on the floor, exhausted but exhilarated.

"You know," Lisa said, looking thoughtful, "I've always felt like an outsider, even in the industry. It's hard to find people who understand."

You nodded, understanding the feeling all too well. "I get it. Sometimes, even in a room full of people, you can feel completely alone."

You talked about your dreams, both fulfilled and unfulfilled. Lisa spoke about her desire to explore different aspects of her artistry, beyond just music. You shared your aspirations of starting a dance academy for underprivileged kids, to give them the opportunities you never had.

"Maybe one day, we can combine our passions," Lisa suggested, her eyes lighting up with the idea. "Imagine a school that nurtures both dance and music."

You smiled at the thought. "That would be amazing. We could change so many lives."

Unbeknownst to you, Sean had been observing your growing closeness. One afternoon, as you took a break, he pulled you aside.

"You and Lisa seem to be getting along pretty well," he remarked, a teasing glint in his eye.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. "She's great to work with. We have a lot in common."

Sean raised an eyebrow. "Just work, huh? Well, whatever it is, I'm happy for you. It's good to see you both so inspired."

— — — — —

One rainy afternoon, as you sat by the window watching the raindrops dance on the glass, Lisa opened up about her past. She spoke about her childhood in Thailand, the struggles her family faced, and the sacrifices they made for her to pursue her dreams.

"I was just a kid with big dreams," she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "Leaving home at such a young age was tough, but I knew I had to do it."

Her story resonated with you deeply. You admired her resilience and determination. "You're incredibly strong, Lisa. Your journey is truly inspiring."

Lisa turned the conversation towards you, curious about your own story. You recounted your early years, growing up in a small town where opportunities were scarce. Dance had always been your escape, your way of expressing emotions you couldn't put into words.

"My parents didn't understand my passion," you confessed. "They wanted me to follow a more traditional path. But I couldn't give up on my dreams."

Lisa reached out, placing a comforting hand on yours. "And look where you are now. You're living your dream."

— — — — —

As your project progressed, so did your connection. There were moments when your hands would brush accidentally, sending a jolt of electricity through you. Your conversations grew more personal, your laughter more genuine.

One evening, after a particularly intense rehearsal, you found yourselves alone in the studio. The air was thick with unspoken words and unsaid emotions.

"Do you ever wonder what life would be like if we hadn't followed our dreams?" Lisa asked, breaking the silence.

You nodded. "Sometimes. But then I realize that every choice we made led us to this moment. And I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Sean, ever the perceptive friend, noticed the subtle changes between you. One day, as you took a break outside the studio, he brought it up.

"You know, it's rare to find someone who truly understands you," he said, looking at you meaningfully. "Don't let that go."

You knew he was right. Lisa and you shared a bond that went beyond your professional relationship. It was something special, something worth exploring.

— — — — —

Your choreography for 'Rockstar' was finally coming together. It was a fusion of powerful moves and graceful transitions, a perfect reflection of Lisa's dynamic personality. You spent long hours perfecting every detail, ensuring it was flawless.

One evening, as you practiced a particularly challenging sequence, Lisa stumbled and fell into your arms. Your eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

"Are you okay?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lisa nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... lost my balance."

As you sat on the floor, catching your breath, Lisa looked at you with a seriousness you hadn't seen before.

"There's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "These past few weeks, working with you... I've felt something I haven't felt in a long time."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for her to continue.

"I don't know where this is going, but I know that I want to find out," she said, her eyes searching yours for a response.

You took a deep breath, your mind racing. "Lisa, I feel the same way. This connection between us... it's special. And I don't want to ignore it."

— — — — —

With your feelings out in the open, Lisa and you decided to take things slow. You continued working on the choreography, but now there was an added layer of excitement and anticipation in your interactions.

You started spending more time together outside of the studio, exploring the city, sharing meals, and enjoying each other's company. Your bond grew stronger with each passing day, and you knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

Sean, ever the supportive friend, was thrilled to see you both happy. "You two deserve this," he said one evening as you sat in his living room, discussing your progress. "It's rare to find a connection like this. Don't take it for granted."

His words resonated with you, and you vowed to cherish every moment with Lisa.

The day of the music video shoot finally arrived. The set was buzzing with energy as the crew prepared for the shoot. Lisa and you went over the choreography one last time, ensuring everything was perfect.

As the cameras rolled, you moved together seamlessly, your bodies in perfect harmony. The dance was a powerful expression of your journey, your struggles, and your triumphs.

— — — — —

The music video was a massive success, garnering millions of views within hours of its release. Fans and critics alike praised the choreography, and Lisa's performance was hailed as one of her best.

But beyond the accolades and the applause, what mattered most to you was the bond you had formed with Lisa. You had created something beautiful together, and your connection went far beyond the dance floor.

With the project behind you, Lisa and you began to explore new horizons. You started working on your dream of opening a dance and music academy, a place where young talents could nurture their skills and pursue their dreams.

Your journey was just beginning, and you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it together.

— — — — —

"We did it," Lisa said softly, her eyes shimmering with pride as she looked at you.

You smiled, squeezing her hand gently. "Yeah, we did. And it's just the beginning."

The air between you was charged with a mix of accomplishment and something more, something that had been growing between you with each passing day.

"I couldn't have asked for a better partner," Lisa admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Me neither," you replied, your gaze locked with hers. In that moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in the quiet embrace of the studio.

Lisa's hand reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, her touch gentle yet electrifying. "Y/n..." she murmured, her breath mingling with yours.

You leaned in closer, feeling the warmth of her breath on your lips. "Lisa," you whispered back, your heart racing.

And then, without another word, your lips met in a kiss that spoke volumes of the unspoken feelings between you. It was a kiss filled with passion and tenderness, a culmination of the bond you had forged through sweat, laughter, and shared dreams.

Time seemed to stand still as you kissed, each moment etching itself into your memory. The studio around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the sensation of Lisa's lips against yours, the softness of her touch, and the overwhelming certainty that this was where you belonged.

When you finally pulled back, a soft smile played on Lisa's lips, her eyes shining with a depth of emotion that mirrored your own.

"That was..." she began, her voice barely a whisper.

"Perfect," you finished, your fingers intertwining with hers.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the studio windows, you knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you were ready to face them side by side.