hmmm, imma write for funsie. flonita, a little something soft, i hope.
titled: a good morning, indeed.
The first thing you wake up was the empty side of your bed. You blink for a moment, before rolling onto your back and laughing at yourself. Of course, you nearly forget that she have a morning run with her brother at ungodly hours.
You stay in the bed, comfy and warm as always. The sun on the right seems to wanting to pierce through the heavy shaded curtains.
(Florencia held up the curtains, smiling at you saying “Would you rather be blind by the sun in the morning or some dull light but enough to wake you up?” and you roll your eyes, and gesture at the shaded curtain, “This, only because I want to see if you get up early.” Then she chuckles, giving you a teasing smile, “Oh, you’re on, Neets!”)
You stay there for another minute, and maybe you could close your eyes... The loud bark made you snap your eyes open and snorts. You sat up by elbow, glancing across the bed to the door and you can see shadow underneath that door. It moves in a way that paws against it, and you can still hear the barks once more.
“Alright, alright, Bugs, I’m up!” You laughs, getting off the bed.
After making your bed, and fixes yourself up, you nearly fall back when you open the door and there’s a big dog coming at you.
Despite having a short stature, you managed to held yourself down as you grab onto Bugsbear who nearly knock you over and you laughs.
( “Huh? You... took taekwondo?” You hums with a nod and she blinks, “Wow, that’s...” She bit her lips and you turn to face her. “What’s wrong?”
“Well, that’s,” Florenca’s face turn warm and she laughs awkwardly as she leans onto you, finding her words until she speak, “That’s fucking cool, Anita.”
You feel your cheeks burn a little, then tilt your head, “...Were you going to say it was hot of me?” “What? No!” And the two of you laughs. Not that it wasn’t your fault when she once drop a basket of wheats when she saw you in a tank, or anything.)
“Hey, whoa there, Bugs, come on. Let’s cook, should we?”
It was only a hour later when you started making waffles, the smell of the flavor seemed to fill in the kitchen and into the dining room that is connected to. Bugsbear had his paws on the dining table, watching you with a excited panting of wanting food.
Then you hear the front door opened, follow by a loud bark and you knew exactly what happened.
You’re still on the waffles mission when you hear her voice.
“Hey Buggy! Glad to see me?” Florencia’s voice echoes from the hallway, then clearer when she enter the dining, “And they’re awake, you woke them up, did you?”
Bugsbear simply barks in return.
You roll your eyes, and you hear her shuffle into the kitchen. You do not need to know what she was up to and next thing you know. Coffee smell.
And even before you even knew, you feel her lips kissing your cheek as she whispers, “Hope you got some rest last night, did you?”
You blinks, nearly drop the pan where you were in the middle of flipping them over-- having to finalized soon-- and turn to see her holding her mug that had a tea bag into it, and yours that filled with coffee as you protests, “Flo, not in front of Bugs!”
She laughs as she walk over to the dining table, looking innocence as always.
( “You... are uncomfortable talking about it when it comes to yourself?” You asked, blinking as Florencia tried to not look away with a tint of shadeness to her face.
“It’s really not bothersome when it’s with you and me--”
“Alone?”
“Yeah, I... seriously hate bragging about it or like, you know, teasing you on our skills in front of people. It’s... weird, and just so awkward. I’m fine hearing others who have no shame, good for them! But me? No, never, I--Ugh, I’m sorry, it sound like I’m being selfish but I want-- Would you--”
“I’m glad you asked,” You leans back, against the headboard, “I think I like keeping ours private while we can be disgustingly soft and toothaching in front of others, if that’s okay for you?”
And you never forget how beamed Florencia was. And maybe, a plus on that the fact you did get the best night out of it.)
You had finished the waffles and had prepared them on the plates. You moved over to the table to settle down and you sit next to her-- you like being by her side more than being across the table.
Beside, she nudges her arm against your arm, and the two of you begin to chatter and Bugsbear is next to you and her, eating his favourite best dog food ever (with a bit of treat from the table but only once! You had warned him so).
a small snippet (or the start of a gayest fanfic im writing soon)
Breathe in. Hands gripped on the wheel. Breath out. Just because summer’s over meant meeting him again, schoolwork all over again, and let the pretend begins.
Just One. More. Year. And you’re done with high school.
Stella Albert was doing a breathing exercise in her Beetle. She release her hands from the wheel and lean back against the headrest. She looked out to see the school building.
She sighs, and gather her things as she leaves her car. She only just locked her Beetle when she flinched at the too familiar voice behind her.
“Princess!”
She relaxes herself in a quick as she throws a perfect smile as a young man, her age, approaches her. He was tall, a slight lanky, and a little pale with perfect redhead. (Stella can see he was working on his tiny goatee at last.) But he’s handsome, and any girl and boy would love to date him.
Too bad. He is her boyfriend.
“Hey Romeo,” Stella greets, “What are you doing here?”
More like, why are you here and not inside the school?
He blinks. He tilts his head as he sling his arm over her shoulder as he pouts, “Do you miss me? We haven’t seen each other in the last two months!”
That’s because you spend going to Venice without me. But Stella doesn’t tell him and continue to smile. They were near the school entrance when Stella look at the corner of her eyes. A hurrying figure was passing by, and she catches the familiar red streak of that person and then that person crashes into the back of a jock.
Stella can’t help but watches the jock get surprised but laughed when she notice it was her and they hugged.
“Ah,” She glances at Romeo who was strangely leaning on her, his voice a steering tone, “The Dorky Couple.”
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You tilt your chin high to let the breeze welcomes you. It's chilly early in the morning and you're lounging by leaning on the balcony.
You normally soak in the sun but today's seem... chill. No pun intended. You snort at yourself, and a soft voice speaks up.
"What's so funny?"
You look over your shoulder and smile with a shrug. "Just thought of an awful pun."
You say as Florencia chuckles, walking toward to stand beside you.
"Oh, really?" Florencia raises a brow, then looks out to see what you have been looking at, then the breeze came again as she laughs, "Ah, feeling chill today, huh?"
"Flo!" You slap her arm and laugh, as she leans onto your side. She gave you an apology look and a smile as she leans in to kiss your cheek. You huff with a slight blush.
Then silence washes over between you and her. But it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, but a comfortable one that just screams "I'm here." It lasted a few minutes or more when you finally speak up.
"It's nice through." You say, "Not too cold, and not too hot. It's, uh, breezy right?"
Florencia was nodding to your comment until that part and she laughs at that. You just simply flashes a grin at her.
“ don't think for even a second that you have to prove something to me. i love you just the way you are. “
Hit me with that FloNita stuff B)
"don't think for even a second that you have to prove something to me. i love you just the way you are."
Anita looks up, and Florencia smiles. She rub their knuckles with her thumb as she held them.
"There's nothing that needs some proving to proclaim your love for me, you know? I've always known that you love me, and it's right in your heart." She says, and they felt their cheeks warm.
"You say you're bad at this kind of relationship," She tilts her head, "But I don't know if you knew but...Anita, you always gift me with little things in the years we have been together."
Then she started all the things they had done for her.
There are trinkets made of origamis that had Anita's little stories, and the little woodcarving figurines that are on the shelf in their room, the warm tea that was given to her every morning when she came down, the soft tunes of their voice as they cook something good, the way they look at her with soft eyes and mutters of asking little things to go together, and of course...
"...You proved so much, and you keep doing it. Believe me, when I say that you don't need to prove anymore, you have already done so much and still. Again, I love you the way you, Anita Lee."
when they’re doing something outside, it’s dark outside, and one of them views something pretty in the sky, like a shooting star, or just the stars in general, and they pull their lover by the hand, all excited to watch the shooting star, and their lover looks at them in pure admiration
ask me a prompt and i will write my flonita funsie! :)
When Florencia asked you to come with her to a field she knew you would like to see the stars... You didn't expect her to show you a shooting star.
The two of you pulled Florencia's pickup truck over to what looks like an abandoned parking lot. You asked how long it had been and she roll her eyes, tilting her head with a smile. "It's only for movie nights and other things like a carnival."
"Right."
You say, but you still follow her after the two of you left the truck, carrying a blanket and a basket which you eyed it, and she pats your hand off saying "Until we're there!"
Then you cross the parking lot to the hills up leading to the field she talks about.
You look up when you reached the fields, and you can't help yourself but stare at the stars. Bright, and twinkling.
"Nice view, right?" You blink your eyes and look away to see Florencia, having to lay the blanket down and the basket was opened, revealing homemade food, courtesy of the entire Madrazo-Cruz family.
You smile as she beckons you to come and sit down. The moment you sat next to her, she gasps loudly that she went "Look!" You look up and to your surprise, shooting stars.
"Wait, shooting stars are usually predicted on dates--"
"I may or may not ask Tristan if he knew when shooting stars come, without asking you of course, so, yeah! That's why I invited you over."
Oh.
You look away from the sky and you see her, her eyes twinkling at the shooting stars that kept coming. You can't help but feel the warmth in your chest as you watch Florencia smile, watching the stars.
soft thoughts at almost 3 in the morning; oc x oc for funsie!
You could hear the sound of the birds, the tattles of the people inside and outside of the buildings near you. You blink your eyes, and watch the waves pulled back and forth against the shore.
You’re leaning on the railing of a platform and when your eyes torn away from the ocean to the next person that was beside you. The first thing you take the notice of was her hair. Her wavy hair is unkempt and doesn’t bother to wear a ponytail today-- in any other day, she would wear it to keep it tamed but today, she was freeing.
The next is her freckles, spread across her cheeks and hazel eyes glazing out just as you did a while ago. She was lean forward, but her side is lean onto yours, as if she doesn’t want you to go.
You don’t go. You simply stare.
Quietness is all you and her need and she’s smiling-- it made you smile. Soft. Relaxed. You lean forward to lay your chin against her shoulder.
“Hey, hey.” You mumbles quiet enough for her to hear you. She glances at you, her smile stays as she raise a eyebrow.
“Hey?”
You stares at her face, eyes so focused on you and you couldn’t help---
“Florencia, I love you.”
She blinks. Slowly. Her smile get bigger and bigger and her blush begin to show across her freckled cheeks.
You’re walking across the beach, and the stars were beautiful tonight. You hold her hands tightly as the two of you walk, chattering among you and her.
Your eyes glance away from her face to the ocean.
“Shimmering.” She comments as she turns to see the ocean, “The moon is really doing her job, huh?”
You turn to see where she was looking, and there, the ocean waves quietly into the night, and the moon shines its light on the surface. They are shimmering in the night, and it was--
“That’s beautiful.” You smile and you feel her hand squeezes yours as she grins.
im going to ramble about some ocs bc its been a while since i think about them ever since i fell into anita sauce but-- first, putting a readmore bc idk how long is it and i kinda feel embarrassed when i ramble akjsfjaf
Nerisa and Wilma were originally Sora and Will (the dude) back in 2010 i think-- which holy shit i had these two fOR ALMOST A DECADE KJASFJKAJSF ANYWAY!
I was in fifth grade when i discovered long novels aka. twi/ight. and it inspired me to write stories. i want to write exactly like these long novels, sure i wrote vampires and shit but??? i started to write a story about a human who turns out to be a mermaid-like princess of a long kingdom, and thus she goes on a journey to finding her past with the help of her friends.
but times, in real life, changed and my views everchanging... I scrapped the idea of the main character being a princess and instead, a mermaid who just want to know where she is from.
then i scrapped again and now. now. this is a daily life story of a half-mermaid who lives in a island with their older sister and their father. it’s focus is really about what’s life being as a half-mermaid and meeting people of different origins, and just. magic in a daily life of sorts??
anyway about the main characters...
the original Will was a werewolf and Sora was... a fish-person (which years later, i actually based her race off Zoras, from LoZ series but mainly the Twi/ight Princess version!). These two are meant to be together.
They still do now! Except, I made it gay.
OG Will had completely changed and her old name was Willow but recently this year, I like Wilma and it fits her the most. She’s bisexual, and a daughter of two wizards. Big Good Dads! Her dream is to become a vet for sea animals, especially that she’s studying water element.
Sora’s name changed so much, I can’t remember the second and third names I gave them, but Nerissa was stuck, then I yoink “s” thus becoming Nerisa. They’re nonbinary, and a bit of a adventrous that wants to be a professional swimmer in open water competitions.
