Miguel Flores

Miguel || 30 || Queen's Pawn

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

littlemissanya‌:

“Probably both,” she joked right back, laughing softly when he assured her it was more about the quality of her food.  “Thanks Miguel,” she replied, smiling sweetly up at him.  When he started getting sentimental, she found her smile turn into something more bittersweet.  “I’m not going anywhere.  Even if I go out and get a new roommate, my couch is yours whenever you need it, okay?  You’re always welcome here.  And you better find time to see me, even if it’s just stopping by the shop for my newest creation, understood?”

“Aye Ma’am,” he said with a laugh and a half salute. “I’ll be back. Just hopefully not too much time spent couch surfing. I do like wandering but I really hope she doesn’t plan on kicking me out just yet.” He rested a hand gently on her shoulder. “As much as I’d love to be a guest. Maybe if I don’t make it back from the bar, eh?”

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

littlemissanya‌:

“Oh come on, you know I’m kidding,” she assured, giving him a look.  “Of course you will.  I’m pretty sure there hasn’t been anything I’ve made you haven’t liked.”

“Is it because your food is great or my standards are very low? I guess we’ll never know,” he said with a teasing smirk, before nudging her with his elbow. “All kidding aside, it’s because your food is great.” He almost wondered how he’d cope without it, without the banter and without the company of her fluffy companion. She’d been a constant in his life since the beginning and though he loved new things and new places, it almost felt a little like learning to live without Tulio again.

“I’m going to miss you, Anya. I really mean it.”

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

littlemissanya‌:

“Maybe I’ll do muffins instead.  They’re a lot less painful when they’re being pelted at you,” she joked, laughing softly.  “You’ll have to tell me what she likes.  I’ll want to bring something whenever you’re all moved in anyways.  Like a thank you gift for taking you off my hands,” she teased, poking his side.

“Hey. Hey,” he laughed, nudging her back. “That’s mean. But sure, I’ll see what she likes and report back. But only because I’ll want to eat them too.”

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

littlemissanya‌:

She smiled at his words, a small laugh escaping her when he spoke of a scenario she doubted would ever happen.  “I’ll keep that in mind,” she replied, shaking her head at him.  “Do you think Astrid would like me better if I brought cookies whenever I came at 3 in the morning?” she joked.

Miguel laughed and casually raised a shoulder. “I mean, I can’t say for certain but I think it’d smooth over the deal. That or she’ll be throwing them at you as she chases you off the doorstep.” Knowing Astrid’s temper, the last option might’ve been more accurate in the case of dealing with an early morning intruder. But there was always the possibility they’d get her on a day when she was feeling sweet.

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

littlemissanya‌:

Pooka licked Miguel’s hand when he gave him a good scratch, Anya smiling at the bittersweet moment.  She was sure that Miguel would see Pooka again, just as sure as she was that he would see her again, but Pooka wouldn’t know that.  Miguel would leave, and he would be confused as to why he wasn’t around, and she wouldn’t really be able to explain it to him.  You know, since he was a dog.

“Very true.  If she doesn’t know what she’s getting into with you already, it’s too late,” she joked, laughing softly.  “But either way, I won’t come barging in until everything’s settled between you two.  Last thing I want to do is become an unwelcome guest.”

He laughed and nudged her with his elbow. “You’ll never be an unwelcome guest as long as I’m there. I mean, sure if you turn up at 3 in the morning while I’m not in, you might get a few raised eyebrows. But otherwise, I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

littlemissanya‌:

Anya feigned hesitance before hugging him back just as tightly, a chuckle escaping her as he invited her somewhere he wasn’t even living yet.  “How about you actually move in with her first before you start inviting people over?” she joked, shaking her head at him.  She gave him one more squeeze before letting him go.  “Good thing I have Pookah to keep me from getting lonely, right boy?” she asked, looking down at the dog who barked back at them in response.

Miguel laughed and reached down to scratch the dog behind the ears. He’d miss that too. There was something comforting about having an animal around that he hadn’t really appreciated until he realised he wouldn’t any more. Though he was sure Astrid and her daughter would more than make up for the company.

He shrugged and let out a little laugh. “Ahhhh, she knows me. I’m sure she probably won’t mind,” he said with a smile, raising his head back up to look at her. Or really, he hoped she knew him well enough to predict that he was already inviting half the country.

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

littlemissanya‌:

“Of course.  I have a couple of free days coming up.  I can help organize the common spaces and put what I know is yours in a box if you want,” she offered.  At this point, a lot of his stuff had either made its way to Astrid’s or was in his own room, as much of the stuff in the common spaces she knew was hers.  “That sounds like so much fun.  If you want me to cater, you know I will.  I’ve never really done anything quite like that before, but as long as I know how many people will be there and what sort of food you guys are looking for, I can’t imagine it will be too difficult.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gave her a tight hug. “You’re a star, you know that. And you’re invited any time you want.” That was another thing he wasn’t entirely sure was true. He couldn’t shake the feeling that it was Astrid’s house, no matter that they would be living together. It would pass with time. But he wondered if, perhaps when he got home-home, it might be worth asking.

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

littlemissanya‌:

“You wish,” she replied, leaning over and nudging him right back before laughing.  “I figured that’s where you’ve been staying.  I’m really happy for you.  Moving in is a big deal,” she pointed out.  Clearly if Miguel was taking that step with Astrid, they were much deeper into their relationship than they had ever gotten before.  It was nice to see her now-former roommate settling down.  “Of course.  Makes total sense.  Do you want any help packing up your stuff or are you going to just take your time moving things?  I’m okay with either.  It’s not like I’m in a rush to find a new roommate.”

Ah, stuff, yes... he had stuff... Not much of it, granted. But probably enough that he’d need a box or two filled and fact that he didn’t have a car hadn’t quite dawned on him yet. Which meant dragging it all the way from this old place to Astrid’s. “If you can find the time it’d be appreciated. But don’t stress yourself over it. What ‘d like more, and it kills the bringing me snacks bird too, if for you to cater the house re-warming party I’m going to have to have. I mean, I haven’t asked Astrid yet but I’m sure she’ll be fine with it.”

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

littlemissanya‌:

She managed to finish the batter for the muffins right before he clasped his hands together, her hands wiping at her apron as she properly faced him, giving him her full attention.  A small laugh escaped her when he revealed that the good and bad news were the same, her head shaking.  “I assume you’re moving somewhere else and not just leaving me and all of my delicious treats for nothing?”

“Not for nothing, no. But if you really want, you can keep on delivering them to me,” he teased, leaning over and giving her a little nudge. “But yeah, I’ve decided to move in with Astrid. I pretty much live there anyway. So, you know, it seems silly to keep on going with two places.” He hoped it wouldn’t offend her, or put hr in an awkward situation. But all the while he was paying rent here, he could hardly afford to chip in for the bills at Astrid’s place and it was likely she needed them more.

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

littlemissanya‌:

Anya had noticed Miguel’s absence, but with Queenly Pastries keeping her busy and knowing he had a girlfriend he was clearly very much in love with, she wasn’t all that bothered by it.  She missed him, sure, but she knew they were the type of friends that could go months without talking and still pick things up like no time had passed at all.  She was in the middle of baking a batch of muffins when the door opened, her eyes darting towards it to see him enter before returning to her baking.  “Hmmm bad news.  Always bad news first,” she decided, nodding firmly.

“Ok,” he laughed, straightening himself a little and clasping his hands together. He knew Anya well enough to be fairly certain she’d be happy for him. Though he didn’t want her to feel as though he’d left her high and dry. “So, the bad new is: I’m moving out. The good new is:” He paused. There wasn’t much of a difference, really. They were actually the same bits of news, after all. “I’m moving out,” he said, but this time with a little more excitement and a little more hands.

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

Over the passing months, Miguel had spent more and more time at Astrid’s, even when the little girl was there too. His toothbrush had moved first. Then a pair or two of boxers. The next thing he knew, he had half a wardrobe there and was buying half of the food. It almost felt strange to come home. To the one he was actually paying to live in. Well, for the moment.

He found Anya in the kitchen, walking up behind her and resting his back against the counter. “I’ve got some good news and some bad news. Which do you want first?”

@littlemissanya

[aggressivelyastrid]

what a girl wants | migstrid

[aggressivelyastrid]

mighty-and-powerful-miguel‌:

His fingers made their way up her arms and found her waist, pulling her body closer to his. He could almost feel the connection buzzing between them, heart and soul. “Good things, I hope. Not, you know, in explicable uncontrollable anger. Because that probably wouldn’t be good. As much as I like your fiery side.” He teased with a quiet laugh. He was rambling, mostly because he was nervous. He’d never felt anything like this before and stuck around it. Every moment that passed felt like a whole new surprise.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders with ease, one hand still playing with his hair as her body sunk against his.  “Mostly good things,” she replied.  “I should be insulted you like my ‘fiery side’ when it’s supposed to be intimidating,” she retorted, nuzzling her nose against his.  “Guess I’ll have to find other ways to motivate you to do what I want,” she joked, shifting so she was straddling him on the couch, her breathing growing heavier as she locked eyes with him.  “Any suggestions?”

[aggressivelyastrid]

what a girl wants | migstrid

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

aggressivelyastrid‌:

Her smile came immediately, her head bowing as she shook her head.  “You know, you say these things sometimes and it does things to me,” she admitted, leaning her forehead against his with her eyes locked on his.  “Gods, just you looking at me does things to me.”

His fingers made their way up her arms and found her waist, pulling her body closer to his. He could almost feel the connection buzzing between them, heart and soul. “Good things, I hope. Not, you know, in explicable uncontrollable anger. Because that probably wouldn’t be good. As much as I like your fiery side.” He teased with a quiet laugh. He was rambling, mostly because he was nervous. He’d never felt anything like this before and stuck around it. Every moment that passed felt like a whole new surprise.

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

fractiousflorist‌:

She could have gone into specifics with him, but she chose not to.  Really, the personal orders weren’t the ones that brought in the majority of her income.  It was the unfussy, steady corporate accounts that did it.  “I think twenty dollars is something I can work with.  Somewhere out there is a rack with cards.  You’re welcome to pick one.  I don’t know if you have some personal, affectionate statement or not.  The flowers can be one on their own if you’d rather.”

A rack. Cards? Really, he thought the flowers were the message in themselves but apparently he’d been wrong. In fear of looking like he didn’t know what he was doing - which he didn’t, but that was beyond the point - he decided he’d write one anyway, picking at random from the selection and scrawling a little ‘taa-daa! Flowers!’ on it; before sliding it across the counter face down so she couldn’t see the artistry in his words.

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

fractiousflorist‌:

Sophie nodded.  He was more than welcome to stay, as long he didn’t mess the shop up.  She fully expected him to mess the shop up.  “How much would you like to spend?  I can work within a range.” 

“Twenty dollars? Thirty dollars? However much people normally spend on flowers,” he decided with a fairly confident smile, as he wafted over to one of the displays. He had no idea, really. She could have told him it was a hundred dollars and he’d probably accept it, however begrudgingly.

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

fractiousflorist‌:

“Take it as you wish, it was just a statement of fact,” Sophie said with a smile. “It is indeed, though if you ask me there are plenty of people who want babies.  I do think the dumpster should be a last resort.”  She nodded.  “The mother I can work with, the viking is not as familiar to me.  Regardless, I shall see what I can do.  Would you like to wait, or would you like to come back?  Totally up to you.” 

“Probably should be,” he mused, glancing around the room at all the flowers. “They’re a bit scary... Hit people with axes, you know. But I think I’ll wait.” If he didn’t he’d probably get distracted and never come back. “About how much do you think it’ll be?” He asked as his hand riffled in his pockets for some notes.

[aggressivelyastrid]

what a girl wants | migstrid

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

aggressivelyastrid‌:

“You might be right there,” she gave in, laughing with him before smiling brightly at the kiss.  She had never really pictured herself as the affectionate type, and she wasn’t sure if it was motherhood or Miguel that had changed her.  Whatever it was, she felt a warmth fill her at the sweet way he played with her fingers and kissed her.  “Yeah?  Good surprised or bad surprised?”

That one he didn’t have to think about. Even if he wanted to, his lips began to move long before his head shifted into gear. “Good surprised.” His thumb rubbed her fingers tenderly. “Definitely good surprised.”