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last updated: mar 13th 2025
f = fluff s = smut a = angst
rules: as I don't take requests, there's not such thing as "rules" but I'm human and would like to be treated with kindness. english is not my first langague and I don't mind having mistakes pointed (please do! I want my stories to be well written) but you don't need to mean about it. I have all the right to delete your comment and block you.
I write in portuguese on wattpad. stories that I post here are most likely not going to be on wattpad and vice-versa.
All my characters are original characters but can be read as "x reader" since I avoid giving them distinct characteristics as much as possible.
swann arlaud
my love mine all mine
vincent renzi x f!original character (f)
family dinner
vincent renzi x f!original character (f)
work spouse coming!
swann arlaud x f!original character (f)
suh johnny
beauty & the beast
suh johnny x f!original character (f)
kim heechul
social media au part 1 part 2 part 3
kim heechul x idol!reader (f)
jack o'connell
best friend coming!
james cook x f!original character (f)
si antes tu hubiera conocido coming!
james o'connell x latina!original character (f)
social media au - being an idol dating kim heechul (part 3)
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yn - japan is always the best! from vacation to home to practice to my home again 🥹
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user - love you 2 together!!
user - our girl is happy and unbothered
user - born to be her boyfriend, damned to be her fan 🥲
user - omfg first photo 🤒
user - FERAL
user - break up please
user - try to get a job challenge
user - practice???
user - SHE CALLED HIM HOME
user - im dead
user - he's so lucky
user - heebum now has a mother
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kimheenim - we can say universe has now two big stars ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 date with my popstar girlfriend #ideal_couple #brad_and_angelina
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user - I LOVE YOU
user - a star promise ring? 🥺 i want a love like that
user - you two are just perfect to each other
user - my 10 year old self would never believe an idol is exposing his girlfriend like this to the world and i'm loving it
user - to see idols so honest and open like this makes me feel hope for couples in the future. no one should hide their love. i'll forever support!
user - can i just say... my two bias are dating FUCK YES
user - she's so lucky
yn - it feels like a dream to be with you, prince
kimheenim - you can wake up
kimheenim - i'm here for good
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jtbcbros - I wanna be your girl, I want to make you feel that I'm yours 🎵 Who's this week guess? It's a surprise! But here some clues: 1) She's releasing a solo comeback after 2 years 2) Shares a deeply conection with Knowing Bros 3) Made our Heenim feel shy~ Tune in Saturday at 8:50pm 📺
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user - what what what
user - DON'T PLAY WITH ME
user - YN???
user - the ring it's giving away
user - I CAN'T WAIT
user - idk if i wanna be her or him
user - oh god no one's missing this episode!
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kimheenim - you know i'm not the best at sharing my feelings like this in public, so i'm gonna keep it simply and short: lately i'm happier and i feel like every little detail in my life it's more precious because you're with me.
let's walk together on the flower path, my petal 🌻🌺🌹🌷💐🪻🌼 #best_couple_in_the_world
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user - couple goals
user - i'm so jealous rn 😭
user - you look so perfect together its sickening
user - she's just casually dating THE kim heechul like no big deal
user - i hate to see people living the life i want
taeyeon_ss - love you two
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yn - i don't wanna live in a world we're not together
yn - i'm forever your girl
yn - 🫶🥺
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yn - happy birthday to my favorite person/diva in the whole world. you make life worth living 🫶🫶 here's some photos of this 40 year old ending fairy for the fans 😘
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user - thanks for the photos mom
gyuram88 - i thought it was a fanclub hahaha
yn - i'm his number one fan for sure
user - their kiss 🥺
user - it's like watching a drama
user - more like my sassy girl 🤣
user - best thing last year brought us was those two together
user - i'm even shy to look but they're so cute
user - thank you for taking care of our universe diva
kimheenim - to be with you
kimheenim - that's the best gift
kimheenim - ❤️
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yn - if you ask me a reason to love you i couldn't mention them all, 'cause even though i love your style, the way you think, the way you talk, the way you look at me, if you change everything about yourself, that would be my new ideal type. i simply love you. i wanna be the person that makes you happy, the person that makes you smile, the person you'll be loving for the rest of your life.
i can't wait to spend more 365 days with you. i adore you, my prince, my star, my angel from hell, my heenim 💖🌌 happy 1 year anniversary!
social media au - being an idol dating kim heechul (part 2)
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heechul_petal_4ever - let's discuss: what you think about super junior and prism friendship? i've been a fan of both groups since their debut and i've always loved their interactions, so i'm more than happy to see they still friends. ig stories from last night show they partied together
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user - super generation > super prism
user - i still ship donghae and member1
user - me too!!!
user - he seems to be close to all members! i love it
user - its ok i guess
user - real question is why heechul and yn are so close now
user - they interected a lot in the pass you guys are just forgetting it
user - even if they weren't close before, I think presenting the SMA has brought them closer together
user - sma? he had heart eyes for her even before this year's knowing bros
user - i've always liked that one stage they did together
user - i didn't care so much until you guys started making a fuss about it
user - it just seems like a way to draw attention to their comeback no one cares about
user - i don't mind the other girls but yn must go
user - friends? ok. more than that? i would not like it
user - same!
user - the comments are giving me the chills.. it was just a simple and innocent question and yall acting like this... i don't want to imagine how worst it could be if they really had something
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kimheenim - i just keep getting cuter and cuter everyday #boyfriend_material #snowy_day #your_heenim
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user - you look so young
user - dilf
user - and who's the girl..?
user - he's getting toned
user - me like it
user - i won't be surprised if he's with yn
user - i truely don't like how close they are now
user - tbh i'm not feeling it too
user - she liked :/
user - it doesn't mean a lot atp
user - maybe he's filming let's not jump into conclusion
user - we got married all over again he's just playing
user - fans are acting like they don't know their bias 😂
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yn - i didn't know love was so close to me 🇨🇭
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user - well..
user - so you're just going to stamp it on our faces?
user - delete it
user - why are yall acting like kids they're grown adults
user - they are idols before all that. a little respect is appreciated
user - girl i- 💀
user - i don't really mind them dating but to post pictures like that? in the same room?
user - stop before the "but" and you're all correct 🤍
user - still not a proof they're actually dating so let's stop a moment and just let them be
user - not a proof? H🤍 it's enough proof for me
user - twitter is going crazy
kimheenim - i won't forget those days
kimheenim - you make me give meaning even to small things
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SUPER JUNIOR's Heechul and PRISM's YN have been reported dating by Dispatch
According to an exclusive report from Dispatch, Heechul and YN are in a relationship.
The two artists met long ago while promoting in music shows with their groups. Both Super Junior and Prism, being part of second generation, shared much time together in music shows, awards season and variety programs. Over the years, the groups have remained close, with Member1 and Kyuhyun participating in Immortal Songs 2, Siwon and Member2 appearing in the same tvN series, and Donghae and YN traveling together. These are just a few examples of the beautiful friendship the groups have managed to maintain.
After years of being friends, it was natural for feelings to surface. The two were presenters at Seoul Music Awards a month ago, were the relationship officially began.
They were able to spend time together both in Seoul and in Jeju, despite their busy schedules with filming variety shows and PRISM's tour schedule. The two have been able to enjoy dates together whenever they have time. YN would usually meet up with Heechul in the lake close to his neighborhood or he would pick her up in his car. The two of them are also interacting a lot in social media, even sharing pictures at the same place.
Neither SM Entertainment nor PRISM company have commented on Dispatch’s report.
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yn - tour is over but the memories we made are forever! i'm excited for my future 'cause i know we'll be together 💖 thanks for the love, cherish and respect.
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user - time pass really fast when we're having a good time
user - i'll wait for you no matter what #prism_forever
user - what about dispatch?
user - please acknowledge the news before it turns into a scandal
user - she don't have to do anything
user - i reconize that ugly fucking couch from far
user - that last one is the same place from dispatch pictures. they're not trying to hide!
user - i bet heechul bought her flowers
user - get away from that loser please
user - you're too good for him
user - no matter what, i'll be supporting you
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SM Entertainment Provides Update On Super Junior’s Heechul And YN’s Relationship
Both agencies have now confirmed it. Congratulations to the couple!
Earlier this week, Dispatch reported that Super Junior’s Heechul and PRISM's YN were dating.
Following the news, her agency has confirmed that the two are getting to know one another. In a following statement, SM Entertainment has also broken their silence on the couple.
"Heechul and YN started as close friends in the industry, but recently started to meet each other with good feelings."
The pair shared went on a romantic trip to Switzerland last month.
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yn - i hesitated at first but i've been waiting for this for so long tagged: @/kimheenim
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user - so so sorry for the hate you've been receiving
user - we missed you!!
user - be happy, that's all we care about
kimheenim - i have high standards
kimheenim - but you come very close to my beauty
kimheenim - darling
social media au - being an idol dating kim heechul
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yn - so happy to announce... the ladies are back! come celebrate our 14th anniversary with us #1⃣4⃣ #💿
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user - WHAT
user - if this is a dream please don't wake me up
user - is it going to be only a fan song or promotions too? we want content give us content!!!!
member5 - should we tell them more? 🫣
yn - keep them guessing 😶🌫️
member1 - we are UNSTOPPABLE ❤️🔥
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member2 - my favorite album of us so far
yn - you're always spoiling
member3 - sis 🤦♀️
user - i just missed my queens so much
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yn - girls over flowers 🌼 it's always a bless to be mocked by my favorite brothers @/knowingbros_jtbc see you 20:50pm at jtbc 🤍🖤
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user - so happy to see my faves back on my favorite show
user - i've waited TWO YEARS to see you guys on knowing bros again and its not even the full group 😭😭
user - they're promoting on radio shows
user - be happy they got time to do this for us
user - didn't heechul deactivated his account why he's here like her posts lol
user - can't wait to see you and heenim flirting again
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kimheenim - back by popular demand
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user - HANDSOME
user - how can you be so pretty?
user - please don't deactivated again we miss you a lot
user - wonder what made him come back
user - obviously trying to get that like from yn
user - he kinda thrist trapping tbh
user - did he... did he just cut his hair after yn saying she likes his hair short?
user - one things for sure this man knows how to give fanservice
user - thanks yn i like his hair short too 🥵
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yn - thank you so much for coming to the show 💗🤍 we had a bless #14th_anniversary #unstoppable #D-4 @/prism_official
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user - i'm proud to be part of this story
user - QUEENS
user - for more 14 years with you
user - hotties 🥵
user - CAN'T BELIEVE I SAW UNSTOPPABLE LIVE
kimheenim - it's always good to see you perform. i felt like watching your debut all over again
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user - now that he comment can i say heechul seemed too excited when he appeared on the screen?
user - i've noticed too! he was so happy
user - i know you guys want to create a big fanfiction about it but let's be honest their groups are friends for so many years now. it is just it: friendship.
user - girl let us dream
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kimheenim - i'm just the best at taking photos 📍 gangneung
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user - omg are you traveling with donghae?
user - have a nice trip babe
user - hope you rest a lot
user - just saw donghae's story i hope you two are having fun
leedonghae - give me credits for the second one
kimheeninm - hmmm.. no?
user - GUYS GO TO YN INSTAGRAM
user - im gagging
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yn - weekend off 🌊☀️🐙
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user - my beautiful mermaid
user - isn't that gangneung?
user - is she traveling with them?
user - maybe just a coincidence?
user - i didn't want to be the first saying this but i'm sensing something here
leedonghae - it was so fun 🥰 let's do it again soon
yn - i've missed you brother 💞
user - i love their friendship
user - it's not the first time they travel together but heechul tagging along is kinda sus
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koreadispatch - Everyone 🔊 Guess what? Prism's yn and Super Junior's Heechul are the surprise presenters for this year Seoul Music Awards.
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user - holy shit
user - they look stunning
user - i wasn't expecting it at all
taeyeon_ss - 💘💘
kimheenim - bringing the beauty 🕺💃
yn - we look so cute!! no one can tell we were fighting right before these pictures
kimheenim - you were annoying me
yn - just told you to stop staring at me like a fool
kimheenim - annoying~
kimheenim - you were looking splendid
kimheenim - i couldn't look away
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yn - we are matching! @/kimheenim
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user - 👀👀
user - loving how you two are getting closer and closer everyday
user - i give it one month until the dating news
user - tbh i feel like they're dating for longer than we think
user - i won't support it
user - please don't date him
user - i'm not sure how to feel about it
user - thank god it's not up to you, random person on the internet
user - it's always sweet to see 2nd generation idols being friends
user - "friends"
kimheenim - thought you didn't like my long hair
yn - i'm changing my mind
yn - you just look too pretty
kimheenim - 😳😳
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kimheenim - in the midst of memories #proud_of_my_hoobaes #lol_couple_duo
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user - he went for ANOTHER show?
user - just hop on stage next time
user - if i'm an idol i'm dedicating my time to go to concerts everyday too
user - see how he took a picture of her
user - they're playing lol together too 🥹
user - i remember when member2 said she wanted yn to play with her and yn said a big NO... now she's playing with heenim 😆
yn - it always give me peace to see you in the crowd 💙 i adore you
yn - and next dinner after the show is my treat!
kimheenim - shut up you're not paying anything when you're with me
beauty & the beast l suh johnny x f!original character
summary: Party boy Johnny really needs to read a book
word count: 2.6k
content: female reader (no mention of genitalia), no mention of skin color or hair color, no use of y/n, non idol
She stretched her arms behind her body, stretching while also yawned. Her head would go to meet her right shoulder, then turn 180 degrees to the left shoulder. It felt like there was a block of concrete weighing down her head and causing pain throughout her body, but it was all because she had been sitting for hours looking down reading a book.
It's never cool to feel discomfort while doing your favorite activity - in her case, reading books. But the excitement was so powerful and her interest only grew page after page. As a kid, she never got to read it in its entirety and as it was the theme of the next meeting with the book club, she wanted to be prepared to talk about every little detail. The only reason the girl wasn't in her dorm with a cup of tea and some biscuits was because the library only had one copy available at the moment and the rule was that single books couldn't be borrowed, so her neck had so suffer a bit.
Yeah, reading on a laptop or cell phone is a thing, sure. However, nothing replaces touching the book and smelling its pages. How many people have already picked up that book? When she finishes it, she will read in the last page the names of the people who already enjoyed the story, other ones who also entered the universe she's immersed now. Or maybe she was the first to pick up that specific copy, so her name would be on the first line. That might not mean anything to most people, but she is not most people.
With a arm now resting on the wooden table to hold the exhausted head and the other hand fingering the pages, feeling how many were left to finish, a sweet perfume entered her nose and her mind began to wonder if the fatigue is so strong that is causing her to hallucinate part of the story.
“Hey, excuse me. Can I borrow this book? There's no other left on the selft and I really need it.” A male voice said from behind, almost giving the her a heart attack.
It was late at night and the last thing she expected was people coming into the library and not leaving. She loves reading books, that's a fact. And the librarian loves it just as much as her, so the two had an agreement that the young woman could stay a little later while the old lady got everything ready to close the place. Why would she have let someone in there almost at closing time? The girl finally turned her back to face whoever was calling. She was shocked, to say the least.
The first thing to noticed was his face, and boy, he's pretty. Really pretty. His hair was short and dark, with some golden highlights illuminating his features. He was wearing a white t-shirt, a lot of chains around his neck and also a headphone with music still on. He looked like a model or a main character from a romcom. Probably the bad boy, tho. It wasn't anything an ordinary student would wear on a Thursday. Maybe he was leaving a party? Most likely. She didn't know whether to feel admiration or envy seeing such an elegant and charming boy.
Analyzing so much made her forgot that the unkwon boy made a request.
“Do you mean this book?” She pointed to the red book over the table (since it was her third book of the day) and the boy nodded, kinda rouse. “Sorry, but I started reading it a few minutes. I'll try to finish it really quickly and I can arrange to give it to you tomorrow. Is that okay?” She explained in her sincere voice, showing that she really meant it. The boy might be pretty, but a book is a book and she got there first.
The stranger looked desperate after hearing the answer.
“You don’t understand... I need to read this book right now. I have an exam tomorrow and I have no idea what happens in this story and there’s no movie on Netflix. I can not wait!” He exclaimed nervously.
The girl saw herself as a kind woman, however, when it came to books, she could be a bit difficult. However, not to say the decision would be made based on how fine he is, but dude did seemed desperate. She didn't want to feel responsible if he did badly on the test. Well, partly guilty, since he looked like he was leaving a nightclub on a weekday and hadn't studied for his test.
“Do you have to read Beauty and the Beast for your exam?” She raised an eyebrow, turning the book over. “A fable?”
The stranger shrugged and rolled his still worried eyes.
“It’s a French literature test and then a short essay on the book that we have to do during class. There’s no point in questioning it, the teacher is a pain in...” He censored himself, realising he don't know the girl enough to be mouthing a teacher like that. “It's the shortest book on his list, if you know what I mean.”
It was obvious the boy needed the book more than she did. One had a book club that was going to meet on Saturday and the other had an exam on the subject in a few hours. But it was very difficult to give up something that was grabbing so much of her attention. So only one alternative came to mind. “We can share the book now, if you want,” she suggested, “if you don't mind too.”
Maybe not actually a viable suggestion, but it was the best she could do. Party boy seemed relieved by the suggestion, he didn't even need to consider it and was already sitting in the empty seat next to the bookworm girl.
Her fingers finally returned to the pages, now flipping back to the beginning. Although she might be quite far along, the truth was that she didn't mind starting over.
He ajusted himself in the seat and leaned closer to the girl, so close that his chin hovered over her shoulder. He's tall, so tall, that felt like he could hurt his back bending like that to check the book she held. To make it a little bit harder for her, not only he was tall, handsome and reading a book right next to her face, his scent was even stronger this close and it felt so good. She hoped the boy wouldn't look at her blushing face.
Except for the occasional page turning and the boy asking her to slow down fliping the pages, the place was completely silent based on the hour. At one point, they turned to each other and the two almost bumped their foreheads together. They laughed and continued reading. It was kinda cute.
The second time reading those sentences wasn't as easy as the first. Her eyes were on the pages, but her thoughts were far from Belle's story. She tried to figure out in the back of her mind if she knew who he was, what his name should be, what his major should be. Was he popular? How cool was this party? She never saw him around her classes or her dorm, but it's not like the girl cared enough to keep up with those details... Still, a little curious how such a beautiful boy who definitely stands out wherever he goes never crossed her path. And if so, how stupid was she not to notice?
Half an hour into the study, he seemed confident about his test and his grade. “This book seems easy.” He sing out.
One hour later, he was already complaining on how boring it was and how so many pages were left. “They're both so stupid, I want it to end.”
One and a half hours into the study, he stopped cursing at the characters and felt deeply in the dream land. He had his body straight minus his head, kinda turned down. Not the best way to sleep.
Stay focused. Stay focused. Don't sleep too.
She couldn't just continue reading the book and forget that the stranger, who was now sleeping, almost had a nervous breakdown about his studies just minutes ago. Picking up the pencil and notebook that were on the table from when she was doing her homework earlier (homework and three books, yeah, she had a busy day) and started writing some notes on the last page.
The clock on the wall showed that it was past 2 am and the girl, who was also sleepy, could barely keep her eyes open. After yawning and more yawning, she went into the position that had irritated her so much during the day and with her head down, she also fell asleep.
♫ She had them Apple Bottom Jeans
Boots with the fur (with the fur) ♫
A loud noise began to play shortly after. The moment she opened her eyes, she realized that her head was not bending anymore, but lying on the table. The boy, that also sleept bending on the chair, was also lying on the table and very close to her face. She thanked God that she didn't drool in her sleep or it would have been too embarrassing to drip saliva on the beauty next to her.
Adjusting her eyes, an image of a God became very clear. His face was very clean, recently shaved, probably for the party. He had a small and almost fading dot close to his pinkish and very tempting lips. Oh, man. He looks just too perfect.
His arm was also quite strong and perfect for hugging. Which was what he was doing at the moment. Not sure how, but she probably fell asleep on the table first and eventually he fell onto the table too, placing his arm to rest on the girl's back. It was a welcoming feeling.
As the song keept playing and it became a little too weird admire an unfamiliar man, she adjusted herself in the chair, causing the other one to wake up as well and begin to notice his surroundings. The librarian must have forgotten or not even noticed that the two were still there, letting such chaos happen.
“Ho.ly.shit!” The brunette muttered under his breath as he denied the call he was receiving and checking the time. 4 am. The bookworm turned to him with an optimistic smile, even though she knew he was frustrated upon to realize they both slept. His eyes were almost closed, avoiding the light from the smartphone screen. “I'm sorry, someone is looking for me thinking I'm still at the party. It's just that I- Oh, God. What am I going to do?”
His hands went to his bronzed face, slapping it in disappointment and to keep him awake. It was dawn and he was still tired, his test was getting closer and closer, there was no way to have hope now. He do regret going to a party mid-week and thanks God for taking only two shots.
“I.. er... I can try to explain the story to you.” Suggested the frequent reader. "If this is for a literature class, just telling you what happened literally isn’t going to be enough, and it’s clear you didn’t quite get the story. You kept mumbling on how absurd it was.”
The stranger gave a huge smile that lit up his face. All the stress was gone. That seemed to be the most beautiful thing he had heard in days.
“That would be... so good! I will be forever grateful...” As he lifted his hand to his heart, feeling light by her help, he them noticed how tired she also looked. He was not expecting a good and nice night of sleep spreaded in a library table, so if he was feeling shitty... “Wait... Did you read the book? Did you finish it last night? I'm so sorry. You should've slept too.” Pretty boy placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder and gave her a worried look. If he feels tired, can't imagine how she's feeling.
“I fell asleep before the end, but I made some notes for you up to the part where I stopped.” She pointed to the notebook in front of them. “To be honest, I already know the story. My mom read it to me when I was a kid. I don't remember that much but can't be that hard to assume a fairytale ending, right?”
The brunette breathed a little more easily. When he noticed the position he was in, although satisfactory, he took his hands from her shoulders and put them in his own pocket. “You know a thing or two about books, huh?”
Not that she was trying to brag, but it was the truth. She knew a little too much about books, especially fiction.
“Maybe I should come to the library more often. I can learn a few things from you.” He propose.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity, she responded excitedly. “I'll be available. For you.”
She hadn't meant to come off as flirtatious, but fuck it, she didn't feel guilty about it. It was a nice feeling. She already slept with him, right? A suggestive phrase won't kill.
“I don’t want to ruin the obvious mood, but I don’t have much time. The test is in a few hours and I want to go to the dorm to get some proper rest beforehand. Tell me everything you know about this book.”
In a few minutes, the girl explained the entire plot of Beauty and the Beast and what he needed to look at the notes, not forgetting to say that it would be good for him to read the book afterwards to get a sense of closure. The boy just laughed, he wasn’t going to touch that book any time soon.
“Thank you so much, you’re saving my life!” The two stood up from their chairs and the handsome model ran his fingers through the reader’s hand and placed his lips on the top of it, maintaining eye contact. “I don’t know if I’ll become an avid fiction reader like you, but I would definitely love to hear the reviews if you're up to tell me.”
“We can always watch the live action.”
In a few seconds, in a bit of shyness for what was said, she collected the books thrown on the table to return to the library entrance and slung her bag over her shoulder. The boy, who had nothing but his cell phone, just ran his hands through his hair waiting for her to finish tidying up.
“By the way, my name is Johnny. Suh Johnny. I'm majoring Psychology.” With the introduction, he took her hand again, squeezing it a little and feeling its warmth. With his cool style, this was not the course he seemed to attend.
She also introduced herself as an English major in her third semester.
Johnny nodded as if he knew exactly who she was. “You’re the one who gave the speech about using artificial intelligence in undergraduate work, right?”
Smiling nervously, she nodded. “You saw my presentation? I thought it was just for other students in my course.”
“I was walking past the auditorium at the time. It's kind of hard to ignore a smart, pretty girl like you. So... uh, I see you later. Right? Thanks again.”
Johnny gave the girl a soft smile and turned to the door, running quickly to get out of there urgently. He had butterflies in his stomach.
The girl, now also smiling, was so enchanted that she didn't even realize that he was supposed to take only the sheet of paper with the notes and not her entire notebook. But she would realize in a few hours when she arrived at class without the material and this would be a perfect excuse to look for Johnny around campus. Maybe this would be the beginning of a romance story that neither of them would have to rush to read.
summary: the renzi kids don't want to eat their mother food and vincent has to come to the rescue.
content: female reader, no mention of skin color, hair or appearance, no use of y/n, maternity, food, kids being kids.
author's note: a short and quickly story to thank you all for my love mine all mine good reception! omg 100 notes what a honor!!!
word count: 2.7k
The table was set, but there were still two things left for dinner to be complete, one of which being Brigitte's food choice.
“My sweetie pie, would you rather have carrots or potatoes for dinner?” The mother asked the beautiful baby girl on her arms, while pointing to the two options inside the kitchen cabinet. The baby, who had her head resting on her mother's shoulder, quickly stood up with interest in the bright colors inside the cabinet and was ready to stretch her hand to try to pull something out. “It's too heavy for you, Brie. If you try to pick it up, you’ll drop it on the floor and make a mess for mommy to clean.” She warned, kinda hoping that her daughter would understand and stop reaching out to grab everything she saw in front of her, which didn't happen. Brigitte was in a pointing at everything phase and really took pleasure to knock things out, specially the ones that break.
With her eyes shining, the baby now bounced in her arms, excited as she recognized the jars in front of her as her baby food.
“Gu.” She tried to say, still pointing forward at the cabinet, but now looking at her mother, hoping the older would understand what she was saying.
And she understood, just as she understood all of her daughter's almost words. “That’s it, my love. Food!" The older one repeated correctly so that Brigitte could repeat and learn. “Say it again: food. Fooood.”
But the baby was not interested in learning to talk at that moment, she was hungry and continued to push her weight towards the cabinet. Not wanting to take more long with it, her mother gave up and decided that Brie chose the potato flavor since that was the direction she pointed to. She placed the baby in her high chair and started to feed her.
Not long after the fifth spoonful, her restlessness began again and her pointing habit returned. She was completely uninterested in the spoon in front of her face and kept pointing to her brother's plate at the other side of the table.
“You can’t eat that, it’s your brother’s plate. Babies like you drink milk and eat baby food.” Mom said, pushing the spoon closer to her face. But Brie wasn't caring about her food anymore. She was hungry but for the only thing she couldn’t eat: her brother’s food. “You wanted it, like, five minutes ago! How can you change so quickly?” Said her mom trying to laugh at the situation. The baby just kept trying to leave the high chair to crawl the table while the mom kept putting her down. “Can’t you eat at least two more spoons? For me?”
She tried to bargain, however Brie didn’t care.
“Baaaa.” Babbled the baby, in her way of saying “brother” and showing again her desire to whatever he was eating. But luckily for Brie, at that moment her mother noticed her son and how he was not eating too, so the attention shifted.
Little Vincent's plate was also full, even though she had put it down more than 10 minutes ago, right before looking for Brie’s food at the cabinet. The little boy was always the first to finish, looking forward to the house rule that you can only eat dessert after cleaning your plate (a rule that only applies to him, to be honest). Now, even with a pudding on the fridge (something he loves) waiting to be devoured, he didn't want to eat the main plate.
“Vinnie, your food it’s getting cold.” The mother pointed out, turning towards her son to also give him attention. “Is there something wrong, my love?”
“I do not like this.” The 4 year old said head down in a soft voice, almost embarrassed to speak out loud and upset his mother for not liking her food.
The woman, not understanding, insisted. “It’s made from cheese. You like cheese, baby.”
“But I don’t like this one.” He pushed the plate away lightly and placed his little elbows on the table, frustrated, probably understanding that he won’t be able to eat pudding today.
The mother sighed and ran her right hand over her temple, realizing that this wasn't going to be an easy night.
“But I've never made soufflé before and you didn't touch the food. How do you know you don’t like it? You at least have to give it a chance. Maybe it will be your favorite!” Once again, she tried to lighten the mood by creating a pleasant situation to manipulate the child into finishing dinner so she could rest.
However, being the mother of a Renzi, this would not happen easily. With a sharp tongue he replied pouting, “It looks ugly so I don’t like it.”
“Baby, it doesn’t look ugly!” She gave an uncomfortable laugh, not wanting to belittle her own creation, but she understood that it was paler and smaller than it really should be. To her defense, it was very hard to follow the recipe with two little children running around all day. “At least not that ugly.”
The front door opened before she could say something else and the second thing missing from dinner appeared. Vincent entered quickly, leaving his coat and briefcase on a table next to the front door. He looked very tired and sweaty, but he kept a smile on his face for his family. That made his wife feel more comfortable and less stressed with the situation: Vincent always know what to do.
“Hello, reasons for my happiness.” That was the first thing he said as he approached the dinner table. He squeezed Brie's cheeks, gaining a smile with her little baby teeth. She threw her arms in his direction, asking to be picked up and held, which he couldn't resist to say no.
“Daddy!” Said little Vinnie, leaving the table and his sad face to hug his father's leg.
“Hey, champ.” With his free arm, Vincent got his son up too, kissing his forehead and shaking him a bit to get some giggles before putting him down again. Now for his wife, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips (gaining a “bleh” sound from their son) and sat down in front of her.
“Sorry for being late for dinner. You won’t believe the case that came to me today. I had to drive to meet a friend and… Well, I won’t talk about the details in front of the kids.”
She gave him a weak but happy smile, looking a little tired but trying not to dampen the mood. “It’s okay. We kinda just started.”
She started to put her food down on her plate, since Vincent arrived and could help her with the kids.
Already noticing there was something wrong, he continued on to a subject that might please her. “What did you do for dinner today, babe?” Even with everything on the table, he asked his wife to answer, as she loved talking about her attempts in the kitchen.
Most of the days, Vincent was the one cooking at home and she only made the most basic parts or simplest foods. Her husband has always been a handyman in the kitchen and prepared one thing tastier than another. Often, he would make some preparations on the weekend so that they could eat for the rest of the week, but as his work schedule was busy that month, his wife tried to cook something new to make his life easier.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t known for her cooking skills and that’s why Vincent took care of that part.
But after becoming a mom, she decided she wanted to cook more for her children just like her mother did to her. Today’s experience was not the best one, for sure.
“Soufflé au fromage. My mom called today and we talked about things I liked when I was a kid and after finding out what soufflé was, I wanted to eat it everyday, all the time. So I decided to make one for us.” Said sitting on the table again.
“Aw, that’s really sweet of you, babe. I didn’t know that.” He stretched forward to hold his wife’s hand, giving it a little squeeze. “But why do I feel there’s something wrong?”
She sighed, throwing herself back and pretending to melt on her seat. “Your kids.”
“What did my little rascals do? ‘Cause they’re only mine if they’re bad behaving.” Vincent said with a teasing smile, managing to get a grin from her too.
No matter how frustrated she could get in any type of situation, Vincent never needed to say or do much to make her forget her problems. His jokes or reassuring words always made her believe she could get out of any bad mood. That’s kind of his thing.
“I’m starting to believe they are plotting against me.”
“No, they would never plot against you without inviting me.” He jokingly said, giving her hand another squeeze and smiling at her. “Let’s start with this cute baby here. What’s the problem?”
“She forgot her teeths are still little and wants to eat the soufflé she can’t have.”
Vincent started to shake his leg up and down to bounce the baby, who began to giggle happily.
“That’s always a thing with her, huh? But that’s the secret. She always wants something she can’t have.” He proceeded to reach for the baby food in her seat and put it in front of them on the table. He filled the spoon the most he could and pretended to eat, opening his mouth and passing the spoon right next to his cheek. “So good. Let me get more.”
It didn't take long for this to attract the little girl's attention and she began to pull her father's arm, interested in what he was doing.
One spoonful after another, Brie was completely interested in finishing her meal and Vincent placed her back in her baby seat to move on to the other question.
“You make it seem so easy.” Said his wife in disbelief, still shocked with his efficiency to solve the problem.
“You deal with worse situations than this all day. That’s nothing.”
With their one year old in diapers and their four year old potty training, he could only imagine how her day went being a stay home mom.
At this point, Vincent got up from his chair and went in direction to his son, picking him up from his seat and showering him with kisses. “What about this young gentleman here? Huh?”
“I’m innocent.” Said Vinnie making one of his cutest faces to appeal to his father, who just laughed along.
“That’s something a bad guy would say.” Replied the lawyer.
Brie was a very predictable girl. She is curious, likes to investigate the house and poke at everything in front of her, so assuming that she would want something "forbidden" was easy.
Vinnie was a different story. When he puts his foot down, he won't change for anything. He also knows his parents are light hearted and usually goes along with his wishes.
“He also refuses to eat.”
“But I don’t like it!” Vinnie stated with a sullen face.
“Have you tried?” Vincent asked his son, to which Vinnie replied shaking his head no. “Then you don’t know what you’re missing! Soufflés are actually very good, especially the type your mom made. You’ll never know if you don’t try it.”
“Then I’ll never know.” The little boy shrugged.
Mrs. Renzi couldn’t resist but burst into a laugh, not believing what the 4 year old was saying. “He got your sharp tone.” Said pointing to Vincent, who provoked her by sticking out his tongue.
Vincent took the spoon and tried to feed the kid too, earning grunts and "no's" from him.
“You’re growing and you need to eat to be big and strong! Just like your dad.”
“Can’t I just eat spaghetti? I like spaghetti. I don’t want to like anything else.”
This case was lost and the only thing he could do was accept it. Vincent looked at his wife, who just shrugged, satisfied that at least they got 1-1.
“It’s okay, we won’t insist anymore. But mommy worked hard to prepare this meal, be grateful for her efforts.”
Vincent released the child, who ran towards his mother and apologized for his behavior, promising he wouldn't do it again. “Sorry again, mommy.”
“It’s okay, my baby. I’m not mad.”
She made a move to get up, with the idea that she would make the steak for her son, but Vincent put her down, kissing her forehead and assuring her that he would take care of it.
“Let me do it. You need to relax a bit. Finish your food.”
Once again, she picked up her fork and now could finally eat.
After the difficult dinner, the Renzi family sat in the living room to finally enjoy dessert. Lucky for them, the pudding had come straight from the market and the woman had no involvement in its preparation.
For family time, they watched Frédéric Anton scolding the Masterchef chefs for their mistakes. A very educational program for them.
“It was terrible, wasn’t it?” She asked Vincent as soon as he sat down, kinda already knowing the answer. Vincent took a little more to eat since he had to prepare a different dish for his son and at that point, his wife was already cleaning Brie in the bathroom, so she couldn’t see his face eating the food first hand.
He wrapped his arm around his wife, shaking his head. “It’s not terrible. I would never use that world.”
“Then you love it?”
“Love, love…” He looked away with a small smile on his face, a little unsure of what to say. “Love I only have for you.”
Rubbing herself a little closer to Vincent's embrace, she felt the response was enough.
“Good answer. I’ll let it slide.”
The two were finally having a moment together (with Brie off to the side drinking a milk bottle and Vinnie distracted by the television and the pudding, sitting on the floor). Vincent kissed her cheek and then her mouth, hugging her body against his and finally enjoying the warmth of her body. She also couldn't resist his touch and her body was completely relaxed, feeling light and untroubled to be next to him.
But they had children, so it couldn’t last long, of course.
“Mommy, I want to eat that.” Vinnie pointed to the television that was showing this week’s challenge, which was a carbonara dish made from scratch. He jumped up and down, excited
“Mommy, can we eat this pasta tomorrow? Please, please, please!”
“I bet your dad knows how to do it.” She replied to take away her responsibility for this work.
“How about asking daddy to prepare it? Tomorrow is his day off, he will have time to cook this for us.”
“We can prepare together, like the chefs on television. Look!” He pointed once again to the TV and ran to the sofa, jumping between his parents. “It'll be fine, won't it? If we do it together…”
It was his way to say again that he was sorry for not liking her food and how he had hope for her cooking skills. She felt relieved and really loved, with Vincent by her side also giving her support. There was no plot against her, after all.
“Sorry again, mommy. I like your food sometimes.”
“I can sleep with that.” Said jokingly. “Okay, we’ll do it.”
Little Vincent offered her a well accepted hug, followed by big Vincent joining too. She already anticipated that it would not go right on her part and carbonara would turn into carburnara, but to have her children and husband next to her, believing she could do it, she felt like she could make a thousand mistakes, ‘cause they would still be there waiting for another try.
“I can't wait to try this dish.” Vincent said out loud.
“No, daddy. I said I want to eat so it's just for me. You’ll only help because you’re an adult. Stated the young boy.
“You won’t give me even a small, small piece?” Vincent asked, pretending disbelief.
“No!” Vinnie said laughing and running across the sofa to get to Brigitte, now on his mother's lap. “Maybe I'll share it with Brie because she's cute. But only with her.”
Vincent, offended by his son's selfishness, started tickling him and his wife took the opportunity to tickle Brie too, leaving the room filled with laughter.
Food really brought people together. Especially the Renzi family.
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summary: after seeing her for the first time, he just fell (deeply) in love.
content: female reader (no description of genitalia), mention of sex, mention of stretch marks, description of hair and eye color (but not texture or skin color), french laws and locations being misinterpreted, use of tv shows and books I didn't watch or read, non canon, third person pov.
authors's note: english is not my first langague! I wrote this in portuguese and then translated to english myself, there's a chance you'll find an error or something so don't be rude about it. I highly recommend you to listen to the song while reading. you can also check the aesthetic references for this oneshot here but take note that none of the people actual faces on this reflects on the character identity that I wrote, so don't base all of the details on the references for the characters in the story. hope you like it!
word count: 4.1k
The first time he noticed her, she was sitting on one of the wooden benches outside the courtrooms. She seemed nervous, shaking her legs and glancing restlessly between the watch on her wrist and the clock on the hallway wall, as if it made much difference. Regardless of her worried expression and furrowed brow, Vincent felt that he had never seen such an attractive woman in his life. From her brown hair to her brown boots, it looked like she stepped out of one of those '70s fashion advertisements he'd seen in vintage magazines as a kid. He didn't had time to notice much more than that, as he crossed the hallway and headed to his session that was about to start. At the end of the day, of course, she was no longer there.
What seemed to have been one of those street crushes that you see when crossing an avenue and never think about again, stayed in Vincent's head for a few days. Every time he passed by the corridor, he waited to see if the brunette would be there. He tried to guess what she was doing there that day and whether there was a possibility of bumping into her again, a question to which the universe answered “yes” very quickly.
Two weeks later, this time leaving work, he looked down buttoning his blue coat, distracted in his thoughts when he noticed the same brown boots a few steps in front of him. The stranger held a cigarette between her fingers and had her arms pressed against her body. Although it was snowing lightly, it was extremely cold for an autumn day. Her look was different, probably due to the weather, with a coat with a puffed collar and puffed sleeves, once again looking like she belonged to a previous decade. The wind ruffled her hair a little and the moonlight illuminated her posture, a scene Vincent believed could have come from a movie.
All his past relationships were comfortable. Someone he knew in high school, someone he knew in college, someone who was introduced by friends or someone his friends encouraged him to talk to during an outing. He didn't consider himself an introvert, but he never needed to pursue someone who he was interested in. Things just happened for him. It wasn't his comfort zone just to approach a stranger like that, much less at the door of his work, but something that day said it was the right thing to do.
He took a cigarette out of his pocket and approached the girl asking to borrow a lighter. His sudden plan only went so far.
As soon as she turned to face him, she gave a friendly and inviting smile, taking the object out of her pocket and activating the flame in front of his face. Vincent stood still, staring into her eyes throughout the action, mesmerized by her and her sparkling brown eyes.
“Will I ever meet a lawyer who doesn’t smoke?” She asked as she extinguished the flame, placing the lighter and her free hand back in her pocket. Too cold to let it out.
His response took a few agonizing seconds, as his mind was far away and still lost in her gaze. He composed himself, running a hand through his hair and looking away.
“The day this happens, let me know. I want to be there.” Vincent laughed awkwardly, causing the girl to laugh as well. At that moment, he felt that he wanted to provoke more of this reaction, he wanted to see more of her smile and so the conversation flowed.
His first question was how she guessed he was a lawyer and not a passerby to which she replied, “You stand like a lawyer.” He shared how being a lawyer was boring and tedious, but it did have its dramatic moments in court when she asked if the career was challenging like its portrait on TV. He also discovered that she was there to pay a car ticket caused by her younger brother, hence the great nervousness when he first saw her a few weeks ago.
“When my parents told me that my 20th birthday present was a baby brother, I already felt within myself that I would be the best sister in the world, that I would try to make his life as easy as possible. 18 years later, he asks to borrow my car to visit his girlfriend - which I don't hesitate to do, after all I support young love. And the little shit-head makes sure to park in front of a fire hydrant.” The girl blew smoke to her right side, not taking her eyes off him. “Would you be my lawyer if I try to choke him?”
Vincent could only laugh at her spontaneity, easy way of talking about life and easy way of making conversation.
“Just threaten him, it will be an easier case for me to win.”
They talked about Metz and how her family decided to move to Paris when she was a teenager because they knew the city needed more beautiful people transiting, a fact Vincent agreed with. In order not to dismiss him, in a very charming way, she praised his Parisian accent and said that such a comment did not apply to him and only God knows how Vincent felt inside after that.
The two shared their tastes, such as reading romances and watching Dix pour cent every night before bed. It was as if they knew each other much more than the 1 hour they spent together under the snow. They shared maybe two more cigarettes before realizing it was getting a little too late to chat like that on the street.
He doesn't even know how he got out of that situation alive and managed to get home with her number.
Their first date was at a local cinema on a Friday night for a re-showing of Buffet Froid, a film she had never seen.
He didn't remember the last time he felt butterflies in his stomach, although it was guaranteed that nothing could compare to this time. As he got ready and tried to match his best t-shirts with his beige pants (which he eventually changed out of, finding them too tacky), Vincent remained nervous thinking that she might not show up or that this would be the first and last time they would meet in this circumstance.
In the end, all the “first time” flutter went out the window when he saw her smiling and waving on the other side of the street, already with the tickets in her hand. “I'm glad you came.” She said, holding his arm as they walked through the door of the establishment.
“I wouldn't miss it.” He replied.
The two took watching films very seriously, so it was only during the ending credits, after a lot of laughter, small comments and bumping hands on the popcorn bucket, that the two kissed.
He felt the softness of her skin on his hand and her sweet scent of perfume, in addition, of course, to the hot and saccharine kiss. It was slow, serene, just as they both wanted, being able to feel each other in that moment. It was also her secret desire to slowly run her fingers through his hair and she didn't hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity.
After throwing their trash away, the two walked out of the cinema, now closer to each other, hand in hand. The weather wasn't as cold as when they first met and they were free to enjoy the warmth of their bodies without so many layers covering them.
“For a great 70's mind, you never having watched Buffet Froid is an insult.” He pointed at her with his free hand, wanting to tease the woman.
She rolled her eyes. Even though she liked the film, she didn't want to give him the taste. “Obviously you would like action movies like that. It suits you.”
“I’ll make you like it too.” He stated, trying to imply that he wanted them to meet again, to which she responded by kissing his cheek and saying, “Next time, let's watch a romcom.”
Once, twice, three, four and a few more times, all being unusual dates. Sometimes she would call during his workday and say she would pick him up for an adventure. She drove aimlessly, just the two of them talking about their days and observing the city lights. These were Vincent's favorite “dates”, as they all ended with the two of them making out like two teenagers parked in the driveway of his apartment.
The more he got to know about her, the more he wanted to constantly be a part of her life. She owned a clothing store downtown, something he never tired of saying was the “most suitable job for you”. On the last date they had, she took him to the closed store and put on a fashion montage for him, with improvised note cards on paper left on the counter and all. But she knew that the judge had been bought when he only gave her 10s. She also took the opportunity to get Vincent to do the same, putting him once again out of his comfort zone to find out that bell bottom jeans don't really suit his style.
They even got to watch a car race - something that not even the girl had done before, she had just decided that it was an experience they needed to have. They both ended up hating it, but the important thing was that the company was great.
That was one of the nights the two slept at his house.
They ate some junk food from the fridge and watched a silly but captivating show on TV while they chatted more. When the girl realized her drowsiness, she got up to brush her teeth and change her clothes, putting on her uniform for whenever she was there: a Vincent t-shirt.
Vincent found it charming how she captivated his gaze regardless of what she was doing. He loved her unique and sophisticated style, but he also loved seeing her like this, casually wearing his clothes and smelling like him, in his home, as if she were his. And lastly, he loved seeing her with nothing on, smelling like her, in his bed.
Every detail of her body, her birthmarks on her shoulder and that one next to her beautiful eyes or her stretch marks on her back, everything about her seemed to have been chosen down to the millimeter. When they made love, his hands went everywhere, trying to reach as much of her as he could, to feel the warmth she exuded.
And the best way to love her was by looking into her eyes, admiring her beauty, running his lips up and down her body, being grateful for the privileged position it was to be able to love her.
Mornings were like nights, with him waking up earlier and being able, once again, to admire the woman beside her.
“You are even more beautiful in the morning.”
And another month went by.
The two walked through the streets of Paris, both tipsy, looking for an available taxi in the dead of night. With their relationship now more established and their schedules aligned, they made it a challenge to come up with these unusual dates only once a month so it wouldn't lose its fun. You would only think they left a shabbiest bar on the corner looking how drunk they were walking, but the gala clothes wouldn't lie. Today was the day they decided to go to the opera.
The event was boring as fuck and they left halfway through to drink somewhere more enjoyable. They found an open bar showing a PSG versus Marseille match. Neither of them supported the teams or understood about football rules, but this seemed like a new opportunity for them to have another different experience that day.
One laughter after another, some passionate kisses between drinks and the two were celebrating PSG's victory at the bar with some strangers whom they befriended.
“My mother wants to meet you. My brother too. I said I might have a lawyer for the next time he's up to no good. Do you think it’s too early?”
When drunk, the woman tended to speak fast and slurred, but Vincent understood perfectly. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the tip of her nose. “I would love to meet your family.”
They never actually asked each other to go steady, but it was clear that they already belonged to each other at that point.
On early December, Vincent was on his cell phone writing a text to his mother about the shopping list for Christmas dinner and their desire to participate in decorating the tree (a personal request from the girl wanting to spend more time with her mother-in-law) while his girlfriend was lying on his lap reading his copy of Around the World in 80 Days (and she was loving it, for sure).
It was a lazy day for both of them at Vincent's place. A year into their relationship, the two of them loved sharing these moments together doing different activities.
“She said she misses you a lot and looks forward to seeing you on Christmas, but that you're banned from being near the kitchen when it is time to prepare desserts. Everything sweet that you touch ends up burning for some reason.”
Her smile, excited by her mother-in-law's affection, turned into a face indignant at the rule she imposed. “What?” She looked up from the book and pulled Vincent's hand to check if he wasn't making it up and it was actually true. Her mother-in-law said that. “This is so unfair!”
“Sorry, mon bébé, you’re just really bad at that.”
She lightly pushed his arm and pretended to be uncomfortable, although she knew it was true and wasn't really upset. Before she could return to reading the book, Vincent placed his cell phone on the table and began talking.
“One more thing, huh,” he cleared his throat, “I made one more space on the rack for you. I don't want certain clothes to get wrinkled in the drawer. I’ll make room in one more drawer too.”
She also put the book aside and knelt on the sofa, facing her boyfriend. “Won’t it bother you? I already have space in your bedroom drawer, bathroom… In fact, there are a lot of my things scattered around your house. I don’t want to impose my space here.”
This was a subject that she had also been waiting to comment on for some time. By working her own hours at the store and having an employee to take her place wherever needed, she had a more flexible schedule than Vincent and it was easier to stay at his house helping to keep everything on track and cooking for both of them. He would arrive just before dinner time and they could enjoy themselves together without rushing to do the chores.
Because of that, the few clothes she wore just to sleep there became a full drawer, her makeup in the bathroom sink and her shoes near the door.
The gray-haired man hugged her around the waist, kissing her forehead and assuring her of his action. “You are not imposing anything, bébé. I want you to use this space. I want to have more and more of you here.”
For him, having her scent permeate the rooms was a gift wrapped in the best bow. Knowing that every day he would come home to see her welcoming smile and feel her welcoming kiss was the biggest work incentive.
“It feels like my home.” She whined.
“It’s your home. Our home.” He insisted.
In his favorite action, he cupped her face and looked warmly into her eyes, admiring her features trying to associate with what he was trying to say. They both smiled at each other realizing where the topic was going.
“Are you…”
“I want you to move in with me.”
The beautiful smile that filled his heart appeared on her face and Vincent, who was sure of her choice, still a little afraid of her accepting it promptly, smiled too at her positive reaction.
In conclusion, he ended up needing to make more closet space than they imagined for her countless boots, but he was happy that she could call the space her own (and she looks great in those boots, he would never complain about making room for them).
The snack table was almost empty and that made the woman very happy. She might not be good at desserts, but her food was always praised and there was almost never leftovers after cooking for her friends.
“This sandwich is delicious, auntie!” Daniel stated, taking another one from the table and sitting on the sofa next to her. “Can I take some home?”
“Of course you can! There’s more stored in the kitchen, I’ll put it on the side for you to take.” She continued, now coming closer to whisper. “You can give Snoop a bite too, I won’t tell your mom.”
“Hey, I’m watching you two!” Sandra said towards the back of the sofa, pointing at the two jokingly. She was talking to Vincent leaning against the wall in the hallway, looking anxious.
There were approximately 10 people spread throughout the room at this gathering. The couple chose to host a celebration for the launch of Sandra's new book, a dear friend of both, and tried to make room for everyone present. She was very delighted with the honor, although unaccustomed to the positive attention she was receiving.
Even though they weren't glued to each other at the party, girlfriend and boyfriend always stopped for a moment to exchange a kiss and ask if everything was okay. He, even more so, couldn't stop admiring his lady from afar. Parties like this constantly made him happy to be able to share the love he had for her and also show others that this is his girl.
It was around 6pm that they said their goodbyes and thanked their friends for being there. After closing the door, she took a deep breath and leaned against it with Vincent kissing her neck and hugging her waist.
“Had fun today?” He asked against her throat, kissing it up until he reached her face. Hugging him back, she just nodded yes, pulling him into a longing and passionate kiss.
Vincent pressed his body against hers and tightened his grip, placing his free hand against the wall for support. Everything was going well, hot and needy, until Vincent suddenly stopped, as if he couldn't give in to temptation yet.
He also took a deep breath, with a shy smile as he looked at her.
“Is something wrong?” She asked, still leaning against the door and resting her hands on his shoulder.
“What?” He retorted.
“During the party, you kept looking at me like that, with those heart-eyes, that fool in love face of yours. And now you're doing it again. It seems... different.”
Vincent laughed awkwardly, as if he was unprepared to respond that quickly. “In my defense, I always look like a fool in love when I’m with you.”
Before anything else, Vincent took a red velvet box out of his pocket and opened it, showing a silver ring made especially for her. With the hand that was on her waist, he slipped into her hand and intertwined their fingers.
“Kneeling isn’t your style, nor are long speeches in front of our friends, but I can’t just leave the ring in your hand without saying anything. The day I saw you for the first time, I was intrigued. The second time, that feeling I had of needing to talk to you urgently, of not letting the opportunity pass, I think, somehow, I knew we were going to get to this moment right now. By the third time - I was already in love. Head over heels, worshiping the ground you pass, heart-eyes, whatever you want to call it. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't feel those butterflies in my stomach before seeing you, that I don't feel eager to be by your side. If you do me the honor of marrying me, I can promise that you will have a man who wakes up in love with you every day. Forever.”
Her eyes were already full of tears as soon as she saw the box and she couldn't help but shed them when hearing the proposal.
The last 4 years of their lives were instinctive, passionate, in a way she never thought she would experience. All her last lovers didn't last long, they couldn't handle her personality or couldn't love her right, so she was left with no hope that it would change. But Vincent's speech was something that she not only believed, she felt. Every day, she felt his love, his affection and his care. The wave of action speaks louder than words and she trusted her man.
There was no other answer than yes.
The same word was repeated by the two of them at the registry office a few months later. A big party was never the idea, it didn't suit either of their personalities, but she still wanted a dress and a veil, so they were both there, in their wedding clothes just before lunch time in the registry office next to Vincent's work place.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”
With that sentence, the two shared a classic wedding kiss, with Vincent holding her around the waist while she threw her leg up. They could live that moment over and over again, but they needed to go out for a little celebration party with their friends before they left for their honeymoon (and she was more than eager to have their friends around to catch the bouquet).
Outside, on another snowy day, the bride reached through the car window and took a black bag from the glove compartment, handing it to her now husband.
“What is it?” He held on, swinging by the loop to feel the weight so he could find out what it could be.
“It's your wedding gift.” She cheerfully replied.
He stole one more kiss from his wife before opening the bag, already imagining what could be inside.
“It has our initials and today’s date on it,” she pointed to the bottom where the details were, “so no other girl coming out of court will need to loan you the lighter.”
Vincent took a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lit it with his newest gift, but without inhaling, just lighting it for the sake of it.
“Wanna know something funny?” Vincent asked, leaning his side against the car. “I had my lighter with me all the time. I just need an excuse to talk to you.”
After the confession, her right hand went to cover her mouth in surprise and her left hand pushed the man's shoulder.
“All these years and you never told me? I may need to get back inside and ask for the divorce papers.”
“Then we can go and get married again.”
His hand pulled his wife by the waist, making her let out a small laugh. His big blue eyes admired her from head to toe. Small white boots, dress straight from an old bazaar and the veil she had made sure to embroider by hand (one of her thousand talents). Around her neck was a necklace that Vincent had given her as a gift to celebrate their 3rd anniversary, and her earrings were some other gift from some other celebration.
Another slow kiss that tasted just like the first. Her lips were red, not from lipstick but from friction. The small pauses to breathe and admire the person in front of him. Vincent still couldn't believe that he had found his life partner sitting in brown boots at his workplace.
“Ma belle femme. I waited so long to say that.” In another long pause, he stared into her eyes as the cigarette burned between his fingers. “No matter how many lighters I use, no one sets my heart on fire like you do. And before you say that was cheese, remember it's your husband you're laughing at.” A small sound did come out of her mouth, as he could only think of one thing. “No one will have my love. Only you, bébé.”
