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Cheyenne Morgan ;; 22, florist.

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oliviagraceyoung:

Liv simply tilted her head, watching on in amusement. “Lame.” She taunted, before straightening her own back, as if somehow trying to make herself grow half an inch, making them of equal height.  Shaking her head, she scoffed. “Um, no, you are not coming into my lair, get your own lair.” She frowned, as if it was the worst idea ever. As if they didn’t spend the majority of their time together, out of choice. 

“Wow, you must really want me around if you pass up that for pizza.” She smiled widely. All junk food was good food, in her eyes, so she was happy to eat whatever. She had no idea how she managed to stay slim, considering she didn’t eat the best diet, and she only ever exercised when Chey managed to talk her into it, which was not as often as it should be. Her cheeks blushed, as if she had never heard such a compliment before. “God, I love you.” She breathed out, as if it was a big surprise to them both. “I’m up for anything, so long as we get everything done and I have a slightly less stressed fiancee.” The only time she would ever tire of saying that word was when she could call her her wife.

“Do you? Do you REALLY, Olivia?” Oh, no. Was she about to start pretending as if she was stuck in some kind of dramatic telenovela scenario? Hell yes, she was. “Because if you loved me...” Chey managed to trail off, only to cross her arms and sigh ever so loudly, “If you EVER loved me, you would have let me into your lair --- God, what did I ever do to deserve such DISRESPECT? From my fiancee, nevertheless!” This would be the part where she just laughs it all off, but apparently, the florist was far too committed to the dramatics, and frankly, she just couldn’t wait to see Liv’s reaction to that. It’s not like it was something that she hasn’t seen before, but this time around, Cheyenne made sure the performance was at least Oscar-worthy.

She quickly shook her head, seconds before she could pinch the bridge of her nose, “I’m afraid that I... I can’t talk to anyone right now,” the girl murmured, “If you could just -- just put me in a glass case of emotions, will you?” Come to think of it, Chey could have chosen acting as her minor during her college years, but it didn’t exactly seem like a good idea if you were someone who was basically obsessed with health and everything sports related, did it? Shrugging, she broke the ‘character’ and just cleared her throat only to stop herself from bursting into loud, obnoxious laughter, “--- no, but seriously, mate. I really think I NEED that break. I am five days past my bed time...” 

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oliviagraceyoung:

Olivia simply snorted. “I’m already used to that, my love, I do live with you, after all.” She wasn’t sure there was much that Chey could do now that would surprise her, they had seen every side of each other. “Don’t sell yourself short!” She protested, a smirk creeping onto her face. “One and two thirds of a brain.” She amended, trying not to laugh. Their relationship wouldn’t be right if it didn’t involve the teasing of each other every now and then. “Ooh, does this mean I get to have a secret lair?” She asked, getting somewhat side-tracked for a moment.

As Cheyenne told her the plan, she nodded, looking over to where she knew the scissors and ribbons to be. She had spent enough time in the shop, both helping out and just for company, that she knew her way around no problem. Grabbing the tools, she set them in front of the chair, settling down. “I might even do a Maccas run, if you’re lucky.” She teased, her focus switching from her fiancée to the task at hand.  

“--- fine, I’ll start selling myself tall, then,” she quipped right back, letting her hands rest on her hips for a moment, making herself look like a poor imitation of a Wonder Woman. “After all, I am still that half an inch taller than you, so this would only be logical for me to do so, right?” Cheyenne added --  there was no way she wasn’t going to try to playfully pick on her partner like she did all the time. Even when she was under a lot of pressure and stress, she was still finding the time to come up with something witty to say -- it was a part of her charm, right? She couldn’t let that disappear just because her brain was occupied with something else. “You might,” Chey shrugged nonchalantly, “Depends on how well everything’s gonna turn out -- hell, I will even join you there!” Because sharing was caring, wasn’t it?

At the mention of one of her favourite places to get her junk food on, she couldn’t help but let her face lit up with a bright smile, “Or! Or we can just call up some pizza places, so you don’t even have to move!” She suggested; the less time was going to be spent on doing something other than her job, the faster they will be able to get out of there and go back home and rest. If that didn’t sound convincing enough, Cheyenne had no idea what possibly would. “I’ve already told you I am the luckiest woman on Earth, so there’s no way Maccas could beat that.”

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oliviagraceyoung:

“I’ll deal with the cranky arse, happily.” Liv countered, a small smile still on her face. She took Chey’s hand, bringing it up to her lips, kissing it softly. “I don’t have any work to do today, I can always help out.” She offered. Well, she did have some edits to do, but they weren’t urgent, they could wait until tomorrow. She would rather help destress Cheyenne first. “Two heads are better than one and all that, yadda yadda.” She knew there was more to it than what she said, but Olivia didn’t push it. She knew her fiancée well enough to know that sometimes she just needed to be able to deal with things alone, that she would always come to her eventually. It wasn’t like Olivia had been the most forthcoming with her emotions the past few weeks. It was becoming more and more obvious as time passed, the more she thought about the wedding, the more she thought about how her parents weren’t going to be there. She hadn’t mentioned it, not wanting any pity, not wanting to put a damper on what was hopefully going to be the best day of their lives. “What can I do?”

The small gesture made her blush, which was basically nothing new, “You would only need to prepare yourself for plenty of swearing under the breath and occasional single, dramatic tear rolling down my cheek,” always the extra one, wasn’t she? Frankly, Cheyenne would not be herself if she didn’t do anything of that sort, especially when she was in a considerably bad mood. While she wouldn’t exactly say anything to Olivia, she would most likely start acting out on the others, and that’s quite literally the last thing she would ever want to do. Making her own customers angry would only make them drop their requests, and she wouldn’t have anything to do for the rest of the day -- it would’ve been a good thing, in a way, but she still needed money, right? “--- one and a half, actually,” she chimed in, “You’re the Brain to my Pinky.”

Chey rose her head up, looking around the shop, “I still need to collect some white roses, put them together with the red ones and tie a ribbon around them,” she said. “So, I guess you could start cutting the ribbons, and I’ll prance around, getting the flowers for ya’? How’s that?” The florist asked, turning back to her partner. “We’re going to be stuck here for a long, long time, so the Cheeto run could also be one of your tasks for the day,” she added, shrugging almost nonchalantly as she got up from her spot.

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oliviagraceyoung:

Olivia quirked up her eyebrow, watching in amusement. Her eyes widened as she realised just how much caffeine must be in the cup, before swiftly taking it from Chey’s hands. “Ooookay, that’s enough of that.” She shook her head fondly. “I’m going to say being that worked up with caffeine is not going to help the crisis.” She put the cup down on the side, taking hold of Cheyenne by the shoulders, guiding her to sit down. “Right, what’s the current crisis?” She asked, sitting down beside her. She knew how her fiancée felt. Sure, she spent half her life anxiously worrying about nothing, but that made her an expert in calming herself down, and even more of an expert in calming Chey down.

“There’s never enough of caffeine if you want to go through this day without wanting to claw your eyes out, babe,” alright, there. Now she not only she neded to calm down, but also she needed to take a break -- preferably a long one. “This woman thought it would be cool to order just about a hundred of bouquets for some weird-ass party. I mean... I am not questioning this woman’s choices -- just her sanity, that’s different.” Chey was one to talk; she just had the biggest kick of caffeine one could ever think of having, and if that wasn’t the worst thing she could’ve done, she had no idea what could it be. Once Olivia took the cup away from her, a small, barely-there frown made its way upon her soft features, “--- come on, now!” She whined. “I will be fine, I promise, I just... need something to motivate me to go deal with this shite, ay?” Frankly, this wasn’t even an issue; the more Cheyenne was thinking about the flower arrangements for her own wedding, the more worried and all over the place she was getting. But, that seemed like a thing her fiancee didn’t have to necessarily know about just yet, right? “Unless you want to deal with a cranky arse, I’d probably advise you to give me my jet fuel coffee back... --- PLEASE.”

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“I might have just realized that I don’t know when the middle of my life is going to be, so…” She trailed off, making a face.  “— instead of having a mid-life crisis I’ve decided to have a perpetually ongoing crisis.” Chey reasoned, clutching a coffee cup in her hands almost as if her life depended on it. Honestly, she’s been living in a constant state of stress for quite some time now, so technically speaking, it wouldn’t exactly make that big of a difference, now, would it? Some people would call it ‘pre-wedding jitters’, but she would argue and say that it’s just how life was for Liv and her now. It was normal, right? “I put some energy drink into my coffee, and I’m certain I’m going to pass out in any time soon,” the girl mused, taking a sip from it. “So worth it, though.”

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oliviagraceyoung:

As she saw what Cheyenne had set up for them both, Olivia’s smile grew. She silently took everything in as her girlfriend continued to talk, her head snapping over to stare at her as she told her about the song, her face furrowing slightly. She had no idea what she had done to warrant such a night, but she was not going to complain. “This is amazing, thank you.” She finally breathed out, as they both made their way to the mattress. She felt like she was in shocked awe, feeling partially overwhelmed by all the emotions that Chey was currently making her feel.

Sitting down, she looked around them once more. “Seriously, this is perfect.” It was very them. Kicking off her shoes, she curled her legs beneath her. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.” She wasn’t used to anyone doing anything so thoughtful, and she was finding it hard to take it all in. “You can stop being nervous now.” She gently teased, clearly unaware of the impending question. Reaching out, she grabbed some of the Cheetos in front of her. “Now this is the type of present I will always accept.” She laughed, throwing a few into her mouth. As nice as the restaurant had been, she was glad to be able to relax a bit more, feeling more at ease in their new surroundings.

Everything was alright so far, right? Olivia seemed pretty happy about the things she prepared for her. Although, it wasn’t much, she knew that this will make her girlfriend somewhat excited about what’s to come. But, everything would be much, much better if she actually was able to control herself, and stop shaking; unfortunately, she couldn’t exactly just snap her fingers and stop having all those negative thoughts and being all jittery. Unless she will actually get to the real thing, and tell the other woman was the actual reason for this entire thing was. “Nervous? Ha! -- No way I am nervous! You’re nervous, Squiddo!” She chimed in, raising her voice just a little as it went completely high pitched. Was she making a fool out of herself right now? Definitely. Did Liv mind it? Probably not, seeing as she was more than used to the way Cheyenne acted around her, or in general. 

A beat. 

Few deep breaths later, Chey seemed to regain some composure, “Fuck yeah, I am nervous, because, well... You won’t believe what’s going to happen next,” she warned, letting a small teasing smile lift the corners of her lips.

Screw it. It was now or never. Screw the flowers. Screw the Cheetos. (Yes, even the Cheetos.) Screw just about everything right now. She had to do it. There was no stopping now, right?

“--- you know that I have never actually expected to see your nerdy butt again, right?” Cheyenned began, her voice becoming weaker and much shakier with each and every word that fell out her mouth. “I have never expected to be in a relationship with you, either. -- My best friend, my rock... You’re basically my everything, did you know that?” She questioned, rather rhetorically. Her eyes became a little bit glassy, her cheeks were getting redder and redder, as a shaky hand dug into one of her pockets, gripping on the tiny, velvet box inside of it. “I don’t really know who do I have to thank for bringing you back into my life, or for falling in love with you,” she murmured, hesitating a couple of seconds before pulling out the previously mentioned box and then opening it. “I know this isn’t the best speech I’ve ever given, but I just really, really... really want to ask you one, important question...” Trailing off, Cheyenne made sure to get on one knee -- just like everyone in all those cheesy movies they always watched together did -- and present the ring to the woman. “--- so... Olivia Grace Young, would you make me the happiest woman in the entire universe and the outer space, and marry me, maybe?”

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oliviagraceyoung:

“Patience is overrated.” She grinned, knowing full well it was not one of her strong points. Olivia would pour all her effort into trying not to pout and complain about having to wait however, because she trusted Cheyenne was up to something she would love. She could feel the change in Chey’s mood, feeling the tension begin to roll off her as the got closer to their place, but she didn’t question it, chalking it up to being nervous to give Liv her surprise. She smiled over at her as she opened the door. “Always such a gentle-woman.” She teased. She knew she had lucked out in the relationship. She had managed to fall in love with someone who was her best friend, and treated her exceptionally well. She had always believed that one day she would find a big love that would make everything else seem pale, and she definitely had that in Chey.

Making the way into their apartment, she nodded, setting her bag on the counter. She didn’t bother taking off her jacket. “So, the roof?” She raised her eyebrow, grinning. “Sounds romantic.” She teased slightly, before pulling Chey into another embrace. “Whatever you have planned, I know I’ll love it, because you know me better than anyone.” She tried to soothe the nerves away, without even knowing the true extent to why her girlfriend was nervous. “Now can we hurry up and put me out my misery and surprise me?” She asked, trying not to jumping on the balls of her feet with excitement. She felt like a child on Christmas morning.

Cheyenne’s smile faltered, and the nervousness was possibly more than just visible. She was sure that even her aura was screaming, just like she was on the inside. A part of her wanted to freeze and not be able to do anything, but the other, more sensible side wanted to just get it over with, share a great night with her girlfriend and be just as happy as one, short Aussie could get. “Hell flippin’ no, Squid!” She exclaimed, letting a small, but still genuine smile appear again on her red-stained lips. “We must eat first, right?” Chey murmured, gently stepping back as she opened the door, gesturing for the other girl to go in first while she tried to peak through her shoulder as if she wanted to check if everything was set up, on its designated place, and most importantly, not on fire. “That... That’s a...” Well, the cat got her tongue, it seemed. But it wasn’t something that a deep set of breaths wouldn’t fix.

Once she closed the door behind them, Cheyenne attempted to speak again. “It just some snacks and a cool-ass set up, I wasn’t exactly sure if this is something you’d like, so I kind of went all in and shit...” she trailed off, arching an eyebrow upwards as she kept praying that everything will go just as swimmingly well as she imagined. “I mean, there’s a... I might have wrote a song for you, too. And well... I’m nervous n’ shaking like a tiny chihuahua, but I’m gonna... just... --- Yeah.” Laughing despite the stress, Chey just placed her hand on the small of Olivia’s back and lead her to the mattress and then sat down, picking up a glass of water and took a sip or two. “--- everythin’ alright?”

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oliviagraceyoung:

Olivia groaned overdramatically at the thought. “I’m not sure anything is worse than forcing me to work out.” She laughed softly. She knew one day her terrible diet and apparent allergy to exercise would catch up with her, but for now she didn’t care all that much. The fact that she wanted to spend her life with someone who had previously made a living off of her least favourite thing was fairly amusing also, and not something she would have expected. Not that she expected any of this.

The rest of the dinner was a mix of laughter and more compliments, which was pretty much a standard evening with the two of them, just in a fancier setting than usual. Taking the check before Chey could, she paid for the meal. It was her idea after all, and she wanted it to be an anniversary treat for her girlfriend. “So, do I get to find out what the surprise is soon?” She asked, enthusiastically. She had no idea what it was, but she was certain that anything that Cheyenne was planning would be great. She grabbed her stuff, before grabbing her girlfriend’s hand. As they left the restaurant, she stopped on the sidewalk, pulling her into a kiss.  “Sorry, couldn’t resist, I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” She grinned. It was pretty much a default setting, she was an extremely affectionate person, especially to Chey. “Now come on, let’s get home and celebrate some more.” She winked over her shoulder as she carried on walking.

“God, let it go, Elsa, will you?” Cheyenne groaned, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. The more Olivia was talking and asking all about her surprise, the more she wanted to tell her what it is. But she couldn’t do that, now, could she? It would ruin everything. Silently thanking everything above and below for the pockets in her dress, Chey shoved her phone in one of them and then gave her girlfriend’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You can’t just keep asking me---” fine. That was also probably a good way to stop a person from talking. Kissing back, she couldn’t resist but let out a quiet giggle, letting a rather goofy grin appear on her lips. “You’re such a weenie, Young...” Cheyenne murmured, shaking her head ever so slowly. “Still not getting any hints from me -- sorry to disappoint you like that. You’re quite literally the least patient person I know; I can only promise you it will all be worth the wait! Well... at least I think so...”

As they neared their apartment complex, Cheyenne could not help but feel stressed. She tried not to show it as much, but she was pretty sure that she was slightly shaking by now. “Ladies first,” she spoke up, once she opened the door for Olivia, letting her go inside first. At this point, she was more than convinced if she didn’t stop taking deep breaths right now, she will just pass out, and this was literally the last thing she wanted right now. It would only ruin her plan and worry everyone around her. “I think we should leave all the stuff inside, before we go up on the roof,” Chey mentioned, figuring that saying something will probably make her feel a little bit better and force the other to think that she was alright. “We’d only need to take our coats and we’ll be fine. It might get chilly in any time soon, right?” The girl questioned, fumbling with the keys for a couple of seconds before opening yet another doors for her girlfriend. 

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oliviagraceyoung:

“You may be right.” Liv answered vaguely. There were very few things she would like to see less than Chey crying. It was probably one of the easiest ways to make her cry, and she had done enough of that as of late. Shed prefer not to do it again for a very long time. She chuckled slightly at the image of Cheyenne storming out, knowing that they would both die of embarrassment at that, neither of them being the biggest fans of being the center of attention. “You better be kidding, or I’d be the one storming out of here right now.” She glared, her mouth turned up slightly at one side. Even if she was being serious, Liv knew it would last not even a day, as those activities were both of their favourite pass-times, and it was hardly like Chey could do them alone. Partially because they wouldn’t be fun alone, and partially because they lived in the same apartment, there was nowhere to hide. “To be sure, I’m going to have to make a secret stash of Cheetos, hidden away for emergencies then.” She joked.

“No, it doesn’t mean that.” She tilted her head slightly, smiling. “And if it was anyone else but you, I’d believe that you didn’t know it all.” Her face flushed red at the compliment. “Oh shut up you.” She playfully nudged Chey’s leg with her foot under the table. Again, she was certain she would never be able to be able to react normally to compliments from her girlfriend. “For that, I’ll buy you all the Cheetos you could possibly want.” She promised. Well, she was easily won over, clearly.

Smirking, Olivia shrugged. “No take-backs!” She sing-songed. “I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to touch the butt.” She knew neither of them would ever believe those words.

“I was kidding,” she replied as quickly as it was possible. She also wanted to raise her hands up, but that wouldn’t be all that appropriate, since they were in a fancy place. She couldn’t and didn’t want to risk possibly getting kicked out of there, for such a silly reason. “I would never do that to you. That’s probably even worse than forcing you to work out with me!” Cheyenne pointed out, a small, yet somehow wicked smile made an appearance on her burgundy-stained lips. She was well-aware of the fact that Olivia wasn’t the biggest fan of going to the gym, or any kind of excessive moving, at all. She did, however, loved to tease her about it. That was probably a base of their relationship, after all. There was something extremely fun about it, yet it meant so much to her that she could still make fun of her and at the end of the day they’d still feel the same way about each other. 

All she could do right now was slightly perk up in her seat and once more, stare playfully at the woman sitting in front of her. She didn’t like being called out on the things that were more than obvious to the people she was close with. It was a well known fact that one Cheyenne Morgan was a big nerd, and as much as she was trying to hide it, she kept failing, miserably. “I don’t spend my free time watching Legends Of Tomorrow for Sara Lance, either.” Well, if she couldn’t beat ‘em, she should join ‘em, right? “What? You’re gorgeous, and you deserve all the compliments...” Chey murmured, sending a wink Liv’s way.

“Hey, I am still going to touch the butt tonight,” she quipped. “I think I’m gonna deserve it, anyway.”

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Tilting her head, she wondered what Chey could possibly have planned for her. She hadn’t mentioned anything to Liv before, so she assumed it was some kind of surprise. “What would you do if I say no it isn’t alright?” She asked, smirking. She was playing Devil’s Advocate of course. There was no way she wasn’t finding out whatever this plan was. Usually she preferred to micro-manage as much as her life as possible, but being with Chey had made her realise that didn’t allow her to live as much as she should, that she should just go with the flow a little bit more. And so she was now excited for a surprise, that just over a year ago would have made her feel anxious and nervous.

“You are such a nerd.” Olivia shook her head lovingly. Of course, she was too, but she embraced it just that little bit more than Cheyenne did. “They are all well and good, but if Black Widow or Scarlet Witch showed up, then I would be a puddle on the floor.” If anyone else was listening to their conversation, she was sure they would tune out pretty quickly. It was just a typical conversation in their household. “What about for free Cheetos?” She joked back before shaking her head. “I’m only not arguing with that because I know you are too stubborn and you won’t give in until I let you win.” She still blushed lightly at the compliment, thought. “No buts? Okay, noted, no butt for you.” She winked across the table, purposely twisting her words. 

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“I would probably cry, and I am pretty sure you wouldn’t like that,” alright, no. She would not cry, but she was more than sure that she could come up with something just as good to persuade her girlfriend to actually agree to almost everything. Hypothetically speaking, of course. Olivia probably wouldn’t say no to a little surprise, right? Cheyenne shouldn’t be worried about anything, at this point. “Maybe cause a little scene and run straight out of the restaurant? I don’t know, I am sure I would think of something.” Another thing she wouldn’t even dare to think about doing. It wasn’t her style. She never wanted all these people looking at her like they’ve just seen a ghost. Frankly, that would only make her (and possibly them) uncomfortable. “No blanket forts, Cheetos and chill and Netflix for a whole week,” yes, Chey was that evil. Even though the plan of cutting all their favourite things away for such a long period of time was cruel as hell, she wouldn’t be that afraid to do it. “I’m kiddin’.”

She just narrowed her brows, huffing out some air. “Am not,” Cheyenne protested, shooting Olivia a rather playful death glare. She must have looked like a kid throwing a tantrum. “Just because I like them, doesn’t mean I know all the details about their life, where they came from and what is their mission...” Except she did. “They’re all good looking and all, but... What’s even the point of this conversation?” Chey scrunched her nose up, trying her best not to erupt into a fit of giggles, because that would’ve been embarrassing. They were in a fancy restaurant, for God’s sake. She had to keep it classy, otherwise they might get thrown out of there. “You know I am a slu-...” that was a fail. “You know I am a big fan of Cheetos. But, I am not sure if I could go as far as sweet-talkin’ some waiter, especially when I’ve already got a gem like you.” Cheyenne wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t chuck a compliment or two whenever she was talking to or about her girlfriend. Whipped much? Who could even blame her for that? 

“Did I say no buts?” The girl questioned, quirking her eyebrow upwards. “All the butts, all the way. I cannot believe you’re twisting my words like that, Olivia Grace!”

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Raising her eyebrow, Olivia smirked. “One thing? I’m right about many things.” She countered, her voiced laced with humour. She let her head back slightly, laughing at Chey’s question. There was no doubt that the other girl had muscles, something Liv would very often find herself admiring. Sure, she herself was trim, and in okay enough shape, but not to the same level. Of course, that was down to the fact that her girlfriend actually enjoyed exercise, whereas Olivia found it to be an evil that she had to occasionally do to so she could eat more and not feel guilty. “I may have seen them once or twice.” She brushed off casually. “I may need reminding of them later, though, just to freshen my memory.” She hoped that this type of casual flirting, teasing, would be something that never left their relationship. One of her favourite things about them was definitely the fact that they could be like this, be so, well, silly, she guessed, and yet everything about their relationship was still very much serious.

“He obviously likes his women with bigger muscles.” Olivia joked, although she felt her ears turn slightly pink at the compliment. That was something else she hoped never went away. She hoped that hearing Cheyenne compliment her would always cause the blood to rush, her heart to flutter. One thing she would always remember was her mother’s reactions when her father had told her she was beautiful, which was something he had done often. She would giggle like a school girl, her cheeks turning rose. That’s what Liv had always aimed for in life, to find a love that was as true as her parents’ love. And she was certain she had found that with the woman opposite her. “No-one can ever regret doing something that could end in free dessert.” She spoke solemnly, before letting the smile fall back onto her face. “I don’t blame him, you’re stunning.” She shrugged, counting all her lucky stars.

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“Of course you are, duh,” Cheyenne replied, rolling her eyes in a rather playful manner. Olivia always seemed to know what to say or what to do in plenty of situations and that was something she couldn’t say about herself. Well, it was more than safe to say that Chey never worked well under the pressure. But, really, could anyone blame her for that? Not really. It was most likely a common thing between a lot of people she knew or hung out with and that was assuring her that there was nothing wrong with that. People grow and learn so much from their mistakes, right? At the mention of getting to remind her girlfriend of how she looked underneath all these layers, Cheyenne’s lips quirked upwards, forming a some kind of smirk. “We can make that happen,” she spoke up once again, nodding ever so quickly. “I’ve got a lil’ something planned out for us before we do that, though. I hope that’s alright with you?” The girl asked, hoping nothing will really clash with everything she’s prepared for Olivia. 

“I wonder how he’d act if he sees SheHulk, or someone like that,” she mused, shrugging. While this wasn’t the most important thing ever, it was nice to talk about something that wasn’t involving her being as cryptic as she could be. “I mean, I’d probably want to cry if I ever seen her or Wonder Woman, but you know, that’s a whole different story.” Cheyenne joked. It’s not that superheroines were her role models, or something. It was just the fact she even thought that everything was real, just like that. Two, different worlds colliding and creating something that resembled a Marvel universe. That would be amazing. Not that she secretly loved things like that, no. She wasn’t a nerd. Not at all. Not even a tiny bit. Never. “I can think of a few things that I would regret doing for a free desert,” she quipped. “Oh, hush. You’re stunning-er, no buts.”

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oliviagraceyoung:

Taking her hand, Liv ran her thumb across Chey’s knuckles, before scrunching her nose slightly. “I love you too, you even bigger nerd.” It was easy to revert back into acting like a child when it came to her girlfriend, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Life was too short to be serious all the time, a lesson she was learning more and more. Sure, there were times that seriousness was necessary, but having fun and enjoying life was a priority. Another reason why she could never imagine her life without Cheyenne. Anyone else would pale in comparison, no-one else would ever be able to make her feel so free and protected all at the same time.

As the water came over, Liv ordered a bottle of wine for the table, and water to go alongside it. She wanted to drink and celebrate, but she would also rather not get drunk in such a nice place. It was more expensive that she would usually pick, but luckily on top of good seats, they were also being treated to a half off bill, and Olivia had made sure to keep some money aside this month for tonight. She knew it was a bit over the top for a date, but she couldn’t help it. She was happy, she wanted to celebrate. Taking back her hand, she picked up the menu. She had already looked online early that day, always making sure she was prepared before she went anywhere, but that didn’t stop her from browsing, just in case she had changed her mind. “I’ll probably just get the salmon.” She mused out loud, breaking the silence.

Putting down the menu, she thanked the waiter who had come back with their drinks. She placed her order, trying to contain her laughter as she saw the way the waiter was paying slightly more attention to Chey. In the past, she might have been jealous, however now, she just found it amusing. She knew she had nothing to worry about. Unable to keep the laughter to herself when they were alone, she chuckled, trying not to be too loud and draw unwanted attention to them. “Someone has a crush on you.” She stated, her head tilted. “Can you try and score some free dessert?” She teased, taking Chey’s hand once more.

“Just because I am a little bit taller than you doesn’t mean I am a bigger nerd,” Cheyenne said in response. Well, she couldn’t just straight up admit to being one, because she was more than convinced that it will ruin her non-existent reputation. She wasn’t a nerd. Was she? “There’s one thing you’re right about, though,” she carried on, hoping this all sounded like a joke, like she wasn’t actually being serious. If one could feel what she was feeling on the inside, they would probably just be a little bit scared. She was nervous, that’s for sure. Good thing neither her hands nor legs were shaking at the moment, otherwise the other woman would be able to tell that something was off. What was the point of planning to surprise her if she would already know what’s going to happen, right? Chey would figure that her girlfriend would guess why would she want to take her on the roof for a small, intimate and probably romantic picnic under the stars. “I am somewhat bigger, have you seen these muscles?” She joked, moving her head to the side as she shot a silly smile Olivia’s way.

Turning to the waiter, Cheyenne just said she’d like the same meal as her partner. She was never picky when it was coming to fancy food. She’d only assume they were all pretty tasty. Not that she would ever know - she didn’t exactly grow up surrounded by luxury and other things she could only dream of. “What?” Raising an eyebrow in a slight confusion, she just asked. “I think he picked the wrong person to fawn over.” And it was true. While Chey definitely appreciated the attention she was getting, she would have never thought someone would actually take an interest in her other than her own girlfriend. At least not now, when she was happily in love and not even thinking about looking for someone else to replace the love of her life. “Come on, I really don’t think I will be good enough at pretending I am interested in someone who’s not you,” she protested, jokingly. Taking Olivia’s hand in her own once more she just sighed in content. “Anything for a free dessert, though. I will try, but I can’t promise it is going to work!”

[oliviagraceyoung]

Liv couldn’t help but giggle slightly at Cheyenne’s reaction to how she looked. Making someone practically speechless was always a good way to go, after all. “Damn yourself.” She retorted, the smile still not leaving her face. Not that she expected it to tonight. She was always happy with her girlfriend, but tonight, celebrating their love, she felt overcome with emotions. In one respect, it felt wrong to feel so happy, after everything that had happened, but she knew her parents would want her to be happy. They always had wanted the best for her, and they loved Chey. When they first became official her mom had gushed about how she had been waiting for this day ever since they were little girls, protecting each other in the playground. She knew they would be proud of both of them, willing them to go the distance. Not that Olivia doubted that they would, in the slightest. She knew what she felt, and she could never see that feeling going away or fading at all. Every time she looked at the other woman she was overcome with just how beautiful she was, how perfectly fitting together they were.

“I know, but I wanted to.” Olivia smiled. She knew that Chey wasn’t the biggest fan of presents, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to be able to give something special, something that represented them and not some random present for the sake of giving presents. “I don’t need anything, I have you.” Okay even Liv cringed at her own words, rolling her eyes at herself. “That sounded a lot less cheesy in my head.” She tried to defend herself, even though it was too late. Nodding, she took Cheyenne’s hand, entwining their fingers.

The restaurant wasn’t too far from their apartment, the joys of living in the city, so it didn’t make sense for them to get a cab in the New York traffic, and it wasn’t near any subway, so they had to make do with walking. Olivia just hoped her feet would survive the few blocks they had to walk. There was a sight chill in the air, a welcome one after the heat they had been having. As they walked, she couldn’t help but think about the fact that they had both moved away from their hometown, at the other side of the world, and still managed to find each other in a city as huge as New York. She had never been more certain in her belief in fate before. The silence between them was comfortable, as it always was. It was nice to be able to just be in the company of someone, not expecting anything from the other, and just enjoying being, sometimes. She knew there was no-one else she would ever feel so like herself with, no-one else she would ever want to spend her life about. Just as she was about to start complaining about her feet hurting, they were in front of the restaurant. They were shown to their table in record time, and she couldn’t help but grin. It really did pay to know people. The table was practically in a perfect location, to the side, so that they had enough privacy, but also not hidden away in a corner. She pulled out the chair for Chey first. “I’m pulling out all the stops tonight, just for you.” She joked, quickly pressing a kiss to her forehead before sitting down. She was always a physically affectionate person, she could hardly keep her hands to herself when it came to her girlfriend. In both senses, really. 

[cheymorgans]

“You’re just much, much cheesier than any Cheetos they might ever come up with,” Cheyenne couldn’t help herself but comment. It was more than safe to say that she loved this side of her girlfriend. Well, technically, she loved all of them, but if she was forced to pick only one, the cheesy one would be her favourite. She was just too cute for words. Nothing could exactly describe how Chey was feeling whenever she heard a some kind of compliment coming from Liv’s lips. It was almost disgusting how in love with her she was. But could anyone really blame her for that? Not really. Falling in love with her best friend was one of the best life choices she ever made. Who knows what and who would she become if that never happened? What if she’d never met Olivia again? Cheyenne would rather not think about it for any second longer. Wondering about ‘what ifs’ wasn’t what she had planned for tonight. She just wanted to have fun and confess her undying (How cheesy is that?) love to her partner, later on.

Right before they left their apartment complex, Cheyenne made sure she texted JC and told her they’re about to leave, so she could get in and set everything up for them. God, if it wasn’t for her, she would have no idea how to get everything ready without making it look ever so suspicious. Who ever would want to lock up their rooftop so no one could get in there for a couple of hours at night? And who ever just kept disappearing for some time, to check if everything is alright and nothing caught on fire? Well, thankfully, Chey won’t have that kind of problem tonight. Maybe if she kept saying that she’s not a gift kind of person, that will keep Olivia thinking that she, in fact, had nothing prepared for her. She wanted to surprise her with something she could remember forever. It’s been a long time coming - this girl knew Liv was the one for her. After all, they did find each other again and acted like nothing’s ever changed, except for the fact that they both grew up and became someone they always wanted.

Once they got inside and then were seated, Cheyenne bit on her lower lip and slightly blushed as Olivia’s lips came into contact with her forehead. It was such a strange thing to do after all this time, but she couldn’t even fight it anymore. She didn’t want to. “And I will make sure I let it slide, only for tonight,” she quipped, showing a still somewhat shy smile as she finally looked up at her girlfriend. “It’s supposed to be all special, right?” Yes, she was hinting at something. And yes, she was not going to give in and tell Liv what it was, no matter what. She will let her think that she still has nothing prepared, only to make it approximately ten times better. For a moment, she just closed her eyes and took a deep breath not to flood with any emotions and when she opened them back, she rested her arm on the table, reaching for Liv’s hand to take, even if it was just for a couple of seconds. “I love you, you big nerd.”

[oliviagraceyoung]

Olivia stared at her reflection for probably longer than could be classed as sane. She couldn’t quite believe that she was getting ready for an anniversary dinner with Chey. Not in a I can’t believe I’m still with her way, but in a I can’t believe the path my life took way. Positively, of course. She had never lasted a full year in a relationship before, and she couldn’t be happier that she was having this experience with her best friend. She wished she could call up her mum, and gush to her just how happy that she was, but obviously that was no longer an option. She couldn’t have asked for a better rock through losing her parents. She knew she wasn’t the easiest person to live with during it, but Chey was always there for her, always making sure she was doing okay. She hadn’t realised just how deeply one person could love another. It did scare her, slightly, to be so attached to another human who could be taken away from her at any moment, but what was life without some risk? Which is why she found herself sat in the second bedroom, getting ready. Not that it was used as a bedroom anymore, they had barely spent a night apart since they became official.

Once she was happy with her make-up, she stood, smoothing out her dress. It was rare that she would dress so fancy but special occasions called for special measures. She had booked a restaurant she had heard rave reviews on, managing to get them a table despite the three month waiting list thanks to it being owned by family of a guy she had worked with. Liv picked up the gift on the bed, a scrap book containing photos of them throughout the years, various tickets from the past year and mementos she had collected. She would never deny that she was sentimental. It was hardly the most expensive gift, but she was happy with it. Making her way into the living room, she smiled at the sight of her girlfriend already there. “Happy anniversary, love.” She murmured as she wrapped her free arm around her waist, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. “You look beautiful, as usual.”

[cheymorgans]

She really did hate getting herself all dolled up. But, thankfully, it wasn’t happening all that often, so she couldn’t exactly complain that much about it. It was their first anniversary of actually being together, so it was more than obvious that she has to get dressed and look as best as she can, even though Cheyenne was more than sure that she’s not going to be close to being as beautiful as her girlfriend. There was no way she could beat her to it, even if she tried. She’d just hope all these nights spent watching make-up tutorials finally paid off. She wasn’t that big on covering her face with anything, but tonight was their special night, so she just needed (and wanted) to feel good in her own skin for once. No, she wasn’t overflowing with confidence anymore. Once Chey stopped working at the gym, she became much lazier and stopped caring about what and how she eats certain things. That might have been a small factor in making her doubt herself and her abilities even more. Now, though, it wasn’t the best time to get all sad and self-destructive, so she pushed all these negative thoughts to the back of her mind and hoped that nothing bad will happen by the time Olivia sneaks up on her and smothers her with kisses, because let’s be real, Cheyenne knew it was going to happen. This might or might not have been one of favourite things she used to do to her. It was cute, after all. Just like her partner.

Who knew wearing a dress won’t be as annoying as she used to think it was? It was safe to say that Chey was feeling fairly comfortable - much different, but still good. Having to look smart when she was a simple large sweater and skinny jeans person was something she didn’t enjoy. But, honestly, would anyone really enjoy it if they were so used to their clothes? She didn’t think so. Once Cheyenne was done with everything, she just stood up - just in time to notice that Liv was approaching her, holding something that looked like a book. Of course it would be the first thing she’d notice. Then, she allowed her eyes to check the other girl out. It might have or might have not left her speechless. The first attempt at saying something coherent was a big mistake. Poor girl ended up looking like a fool, with her mouth slightly open and eyes slowly filling up with happy tears. Yes, she was a mess, still not used to how angelic-looking the other person was. She swore that she has never seen an angel walking on Earth, breathing the same air as her, just like that. Was that even legal to look like a model straight out the runway? “Damn,” was it really all she could say right now? Yes. Instead of attempting to say something again, Cheyenne settled for placing a small kiss to her lover’s lips. “You know you didn’t have to, right?” Alright, that was a cliche sentence everyone used, but she didn’t expect to get such a sentimental gift like that. 

“I didn’t think of getting you anything,” she spoke up, breaking the silence. What a way to play it safe. Of course she did buy her girlfriend something, but it was way too early to reveal what it was. It would ruin the surprise, after all. Maybe it wasn’t a thing she’d suspect Chey to give her, but it was going to be worth it. Maybe life-changing, even. She prayed she’s not going to be disappointed with her just because of that. “Ready?” Quickly changing the topic, she held her hand out for Olivia to take. 

[oliviagraceyoung]

“Fine, fine, I is smart, I is I is kind and I is important.  Better?”

[cheymorgans]

“Much better. I just really want you to know you’re the most important and the best part of my life and well... my future. 

D’you want some corn with that cheese? ‘Cause I can do it.”

[oliviagraceyoung]

“I get it, but do you get it?”

[cheymorgans]

“Hell —— ‘course I do. But we’re so not talking about me right now. It’s all about you, Squid.”

[oliviagraceyoung]

“Much better. You are the most beautiful, smartest woman I have ever laid eyes on. And I include the mirror in that, before you turn this on me.”

[cheymorgans]

“But... babe. You don’t get that you is smart, you is kind and you is important, do you?”