Target Run
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Paring: Rhea Ripley x Reader
A/N: ENJOY 😛 (her smile is so 😊😊😊)
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The sun beamed down on the bustling streets as you and Rhea stepped out of your apartment, ready for a leisurely day out. With no matches scheduled and no obligations to attend to, you both decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and head to Target for some shopping.
As you made your way to the store, the chatter of passersby and the distant hum of traffic filled the air. Rhea looped her arm through yours, her presence grounding you with every step.
Once inside Target, you grabbed a shopping cart and began your adventure through the aisles, the possibilities of what to buy stretching out before you.
"So, what's first on the agenda?" Rhea asked, a playful glint in her eyes.
You grinned, pulling out the list you had meticulously prepared the night before. "Well, we definitely need groceries. But we could also use some new bedding and maybe some kitchen gadgets."
"Sounds like a plan," Rhea replied, falling into step beside you as you made your way towards the food section.
As you perused the shelves, carefully selecting items from your list, Rhea couldn't resist tossing a few extra snacks into the cart.
"Are these really necessary?" you teased, holding up a bag of chips with a raised eyebrow.
Rhea shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Hey, you never know when a snack attack might strike."
With your grocery list complete, you moved on to the bedding section, where you spent ages debating the merits of different sheet sets and comforters. Rhea, ever the patient companion, offered her opinion on thread counts and color schemes, making the decision-making process a little easier.
Next, you found yourselves in the kitchen gadgets aisle, marveling at the array of gadgets and gizmos on display. Rhea's eyes lit up as she spotted a sleek new blender, and you couldn't resist the urge to add it to your cart, envisioning all the delicious smoothies you could make together.
As you continued to wander through the store, your cart gradually filled with an eclectic mix of groceries, bedding, and kitchen gadgets. Occasionally, you caught glimpses of familiar faces among the other shoppers, their eyes widening in recognition as they spotted Rhea.
But she paid them no mind, her focus entirely on enjoying her day with you by her side.
Finally, as the sun began to set and the store lights flickered on overhead, you made your way to the checkout counter, unloading your purchases onto the conveyor belt.
As the cashier scanned your items, Rhea wrapped her arm around your waist, pulling you close as she pressed a kiss to your cheek. You leaned into her embrace, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment wash over you.
Once everything was paid for and bagged up, you and Rhea headed back out into the cool evening air, your arms laden with bags filled with treasures from your day of shopping.
"Thanks for coming with me today," Rhea said, squeezing your hand as you walked towards the car.
"Anytime," you replied with a smile, feeling grateful for the simple joy of spending a day with the person you loved, even if it was just running errands at Target.
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