I think I am the only one who doesn't want that letter from El toro de Piedra to get burnt
From a narrative perspective, if Adrien doesn't see that letter, it would be written for nothing. Nathalie, Marinette, and the viewers don't get that much new information from it other than "Gabriel wants Adrien to resurect him and Adrien's mom," but if Adrien reads it? Yeah, that would impact the story A LOT.
AND we never get to know what the last part of the letter was. You don't just cut off a sentence without finishing it later. Otherwise, it would be really anticlimactic.
Like, imagine if Darth Vader didn't get to finish the "I am your father" thing. If he said, "I am your-." That would leave the viewer, and Luke, on a suspance. And if that suspense is drawn out for too long, people will start to get annoyed.
Also, I'm pretty sure that letter will be the only way for Adrien to find out he's a senti.
Request: Shohei got injured and I was wondering if you can write something inspired by that & Do u think u could write a smut abt shohei dealing with his recent injury during a pitch?
A/N: Okay everyone this is my first time dabbling in smut. It is not super long because it is a request and if you are under 18 you CANNOT read this. I’m going to include warnings for it, but I repeat if you are under 18 you CANNOT read any further. I combined two asks for this request because they were in the same ideas. As always I hope you like it and enjoy! Requests are open.
Warnings: Smut, 18+ content
Word Count: 1.2k+
You stood on edge in the living room. He was clutching his wrist and hunched over in pain. You were holding your breath as Ippei ran over to help translate for the trainer looking over his wrist. You hadn’t seen Shohei in pain like this before and you were nervous. If he was injured he would be so upset.
It couldn’t have been too bad because luckily he was back later in the game. You were still nervous because you knew he would hide how much pain he was in to continue to play. The game had ended over an hour ago and you heard the front door open. Shohei walked in, wrist bandaged with ice resting on it.
You jumped up from your spot on the couch and ran over to him. “Hi, baby. How are you feeling? How bad’s the wrist?” You started checking him over while he shrugged, using his free hand to tilt your chin up to him, connecting your lips in a kiss a beat longer than normal.
“I’m not gonna lie. It hurts. They said I’ll be fine, but it hit right on the bone,” you pouted your lip out to him, kissing him again as you pulled him towards your room. “Well then you need to rest. You go lay down and I’ll play nurse tonight for you.”
He smiled and laid down on the bed as you went out to the living room, grabbing couch pillows to elevate his arm and a new ice pack to swap out the old one. You grabbed ibuprofen and headed back inside to see him propped up on the bed. You smacked his good hand away as he tried to help you get things set up.
“Just relax. I can do this,” you went to grab his hand to prop it up, but you couldn’t get a good enough angle. You climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist as you did so. You could feel his gaze on you as you propped his arm up, switched out the ice pack, and handed him the pills.
“Take these,” he nodded his head, following orders. As you tried to move off his lap, his free hand grabbed your waist. “Nurse. I’m gonna need you to stick around since I can’t use this hand. And my pain is still pretty bad,” you hummed as you leaned forward, kissing him, lightly grinding against his hardening length.
“Well then I think you’re going to need to get more comfortable. Let’s get these off,” you moved off his waist, moving down towards the edge of the bed while you pulled his trainers off, leaving him only in his boxers and shirt.
His breathing was heavy watching your every move. When you finished getting his pants off you moved back up, staying on your knees between his legs. “I think I know what will help get your mind off the pain,” his eyebrows raised as you watched his chest move quickly.
“Oh yeah and what’s that?” You moved your hand up his thigh, never breaking eye contact as your hand brushed over his bulge. His breath caught in his throat, eyes closing as you reached into his boxers, freeing his member.
You wasted no time, giving a quick pump before placing a gentle kiss on the tip, tasting the precum already leaking out. His eyes opened, tongue darting out and wetting his lips. You opened your mouth taking half of him, letting your tongue swipe along the underside, hearing a groan escape his lips.
You slowly let yourself take more of him in your mouth, your hand wrapped around the base as you moved your head up and down, spit mixing with precum as you felt his free hand tangle into your hair, starting to push you down further when you pulled away.
His eyes opened again as you shook your head, hand continuing to work him. “No hands. Keep your hands to yourself,” he groaned, letting his hand fall back down to his side as you went back to your position. You took all of him, hearing his breathing become faster and moans fall from his plump and parted lips.
As you bobbed your head on him, hand pumping what your mouth couldn’t reach, you pulled off with a pop. You knew he was getting close and you stood up, slipping your jeans and panties off before climbing back on him, straddling him once again.
His eyes stared into yours as you spit into your hand and moved it down to rub against your already soaking core. Your hand grabbed his cock and let the tip poke into you as a gasp punched out of your chest. He moaned, head falling back against the pillow as his good hand went to palm your ass.
You pulled his dick out of you and shoved his arm away. “I said no hands,” his lip pouted out as he put his arm back to his side. “Please, baby I need to feel you,” you shook your head, slowly sinking down onto him again. You could hardly speak as your eyes slipped shut. “No. You can feel me like this.”
Your eyes opened as you looked down to see him bottom out in you. You couldn’t believe how easily he fit in and you sat for a split second trying to adjust to him before you started moving on him. One hand grabbed the headboard above you, the other went to his jaw, pulling his head back towards you.
“Keep your eyes open. Look at how my pussy takes you so easy. God, you feel so good fucking me like this,” his eyes opened, immediately looking down at your pussy enveloping his cock. The sound of skin hitting skin was echoing around the room, mixing with both of your moans bouncing off the walls.
He couldn’t hold back any more and started thrusting his hips to meet your own movements. His dick hit a spot inside you that had you collapsing on his chest as you neared your peak. You knew he was close too as his movements became more sporadic and his breathing was uneven.
Your hand went down to your clit, rubbing fast circles on the nub. “Oh god, I’m close,” he moaned, lips attacking your neck, licking over the spots he bit at to soothe the skin. You turned to connect your lips again as he mumbled against you. “Come on, baby. Cum for me. That’s it, such a good girl. I know you’re right there.”
Within seconds you came undone on top of him, legs trembling with your own orgasm as you felt his spasm inside you, releasing his cum into you. He gave a few more thrusts, pushing his cum further inside you before he stopped. His lips rested on your forehead as you laid on his chest, a sweaty mess.
You smiled, breathless before speaking again. “How’s your wrist feeling now?” He chuckled, using his hand to push your hair back from your forehead. “Oh, I completely forgot about that. If this is the treatment I get when I’m injured I might try that more often,” you laughed, sitting up, kissing him and mumbling against his lips. “I don’t mind playing nurse more often. Don’t get injured again though. You had me worried sick.”
He laughed as you got off him before heading to the bathroom, Shohei in tow as you got the shower running. “Nurse, I think I’m ready for my spongebath,” You felt his lips on your neck again as you stepped into the shower, laughing as he followed you in.
Hello to every Queen Bee/Chloe and Vesperia/Zoe! It is I, your Queen Vesperia Bee with some very good news:
I’M OFFICIALLY ALMOST DONE WITH TWO OF MY FANFICS!
One being a Chlonette story for you all Chlonette fans out there and the other being “The Queen Bee and the Vesperia!”
I do apologize that both took so long for me to get out there. It’s not easy having lack of motivation or even inspiration around you when you’re dealing with personal issues. However, that is no longer the case. ^^
I will be posting both the Chonette story (The Baby I Really Want) and Chapter 1 of The Queen Bee and the Vesperia on both my AO3 and Fanfiction both ASAP! If you haven’t followed me on both already, here are the links to them both.
Also, two notes about The Queen Bee and the Vesperia:
1. The first chapter will mainly focus on Chloe’s life while the next chapter (once I make it) will focus on Zoe’s. Both however will discuss their relationship with Audrey and how she treats them both.
2. Yes, this means that I will continue my character roles for each important character in said story. Starting off with Gabriel since that’s where I left off.
Oh and off topic, but I’d been rewatching the series once again to help me get some ideas for the future when I continue on writing. So far, nothing too painful (I mean, it is S1 after all lol) but for the most part, I’m prepared for whatever damage or cringe I come upon on.
Hope you all have a Happy Tuesday and soon a Happy Thanksgiving!
A/N: Please don’t be afraid to request an imagine. I have a prompt list if you wanna look through it, and I also accept non prompt based requests! Also, this imagine was loosely based on “Happier” by Ed Sheeran
WC: 1,222
Walking down the street on your way home, you were in a relatively good mood. Nothing had really gone wrong that day, until now.
Across the street from you, you saw someone you knew all too well. It was your ex, Christian Yelich. And he wasn’t alone. No. He had his arm around another girl.
It had been about a month or two since you and Christian had broken up. The break up was mutual, but there was still something about seeing him with another girl that stung you.
No.
It wasn’t the fact that he was with some other chick that stung you. It was the fact that he looked so much happier with the said girl than he ever did with you. And since you didn’t want to talk to him and end up making a scene, you simply hung your head and walked back to your apartment.
As you climbed the stairs to your apartment, you could feel the tears start to swell up in your eyes. You have no idea how, but somehow you were able to hold them in until you got out of the public eye. But by the time you got to your bedroom, the tears were streaming down your face.
Going to your dresser, you grabbed a random hoodie. It was something that you tended to do whenever you were sad. Putting it on, you got a whiff of a certain someone’s scent and instantly regretted choosing that hoodie. You wanted to rip it off. You wanted to throw it out the window and into the street where it would get run over and dirty. You never wanted to see it again. But something stopped you from doing any of that. You couldn’t even get yourself to take it off.
And so you crumbled, crumbled down to the floor where you sat hopelessly. Sliding your hand into your pocket, you took out your phone. You were tempted to call him and tell him how much you missed him, but you knew it would be useless. So instead of dialing his number, you opened up the photos app and went to the folder titled “Us”. Scrolling all the way to the top, you started looking at the pictures from the very beginning of the relationship.
The first date. It wasn’t anything crazy. He didn’t take you out to some fancy dinner or fly you out to some luxurious Carribean Island. He simply took you out to a minor league ball game. And you didn’t mind it at all. In fact, his simplicity was one of the reasons why you fell for him in the first place.
Most of the pictures were of the field and the players and whatnot, but there were a few that really stood out. There was one that you took of you and Christian holding hands. And another of you wearing his ball cap. One was a picture of him carrying three beers. You honestly had no idea why you took that one.
And then there was the one with both of your faces covered in ketchup and mustard. Christian had the brilliant idea of trying to do the Lady and the Tramp spaghetti scene, but with a hot dog. Obviously, since you were using a hot dog and not spaghetti, it was a lot more difficult to do. You both ended up with condiments on your face, but the more disappointing part was that most of the hot dog ended up on the ground.
Next were some pictures from the time Christian met your parents. You had pictures of him that ranged from being nervous in the car on the drive there to him happily helping your mom do the dishes to him trying to be interested in learning about your dad's model train collection. You remembered how boring Christian thought it was, but he dealt with it if it meant he got your parents’ approval.
Further down were pictures from the very first holiday that the two of you spent together. I was Christmas, and so there were pictures of both him and you unwrapping presents by the tree and drinking hot chocolate. That was the first time you had met his family, and you had been nervous, to say the least. However, you got along great with his immediate family and all of his cousins absolutely adored you.
As you continued to comb through the photos, you couldn’t help but smile at some of them. You were reminded of the good times and how happy they made you. But of course, what goes up must come down. And so even though you smiled, you cried as you remembered those times were gone.
The next few days, it felt like you would always end up seeing Christian and his new girl. No matter where you went, whether it was a restaurant, the movies, or even the grocery store, you couldn’t get away from them.
“Not again” You muttered as you walked into your apartment building
“What’s wrong?” Your friend, Jaime asked and without missing a beat, you motioned to the couple walking down the hall “Oh…”
“Oh come on,” Your other friend, Ellie said “Let’s go up”
The entire ride up to your apartment was silent between the three of you. Jaime was nervous about what was going to happen, you were disgusted and sad to have seen the couple, and Ellie was straight up furious.
“Alright marshmallow, you gotta toughen up.” Ellie began
“Marshmallow?” Jaime questioned
“It was the first soft and squishy thing I could think of. Anyway, that’s not the point. The point is that you need to get over him. You need to pick yourself up.”
“Bu-but how can I when I constantly see him with her?” You managed to blubber out
“You gotta focus on yourself. I know it’s hard when you see ex-lover boy and his lady friend constantly. But you gotta come to terms that he isn’t into you anymore. He hasn’t been into you for a long time.”
“But he just seems so happy” You interjected
“And you can be that happy!” Ellie exclaimed “Once you fall in love with yourself again”
“She’s right” Jaime added “You need to learn to love yourself first before you go looking for a relationship or try begging Christian to come back”
“Ignore that last part. You are not going to beg Christian to come back” Ellie corrected
For some reason, that night really stuck in your head. Maybe it was because Ellie was right, you needed to love yourself again. Maybe it was because you realized you were at a low and needed to pick yourself up. Or maybe it was because Jaime took the last of your cheese and crackers and you loved cheese and crackers.
Whatever it was, it gave you the motivation to at least try to accept yourself. You started to work out and eat healthy. You cut off the toxic people in your life. You began to put yourself in front of anyone else. You began to put yourself first for once in your life.
But even though you had fallen in love with yourself, and you were happier than you were before, if the girl broke Christian’s heart, you’d be there for him to come running back to.
Does anyone find it confusing that TA said that Adrien didn't get a new design because he hasn't matured as much as the other characters?
Like.. I thought it was because when he gets his redesign, it would be an impactful moment.. (Say, the truth is revealed to him about his dad), and the in-universe explanation is because he's grieving.
Requests: I’m dying for more dad shohei!!!!!! Please more dad shohei; Can you write about arguments with Shohei maybe due to cultural differences or anything in general. But can there be a happy ending?; imagine dad shohei angry!! Like maybe you were looking and your child got injured. Or maybe someone said something to or about your child! He would be SO DEFENSIVE
A/N: Hi everyone, I'm back! I'm sorry for my prolonged absence, but school is insane. I'm working on getting caught up on requests and I combined these three together for this one. It's so cute and I hope you guys enjoy. I'll open requests back up as soon as I'm able. Thanks guys!!
Word Count: 1.6k+
Being a parent was not an easy job. You never thought it was, but there were certain times where it was more difficult than it needed to be. You loved being a mom, it came to you like second nature at this point, but you and your husband, Shohei, had different ideas about raising your kids every once in a while. That was especially true when it came to sports.
You and Shohei had two beautiful children together and as they grew older and started to take on more, you were worried about putting too much pressure on them to overperform. Shohei had been coaching your son in baseball since before he could even walk and your son loved it, but he was also extremely bright and was in almost all AP courses at his school.
Your daughter had been in softball most of her life too, but given she was only in middle school you were worried about her getting burnt out too quickly like you could see happening with your son.
It was late one night and you and Shohei worked on cleaning the kitchen after a quick dinner before rushing the kids off to practice, getting them home and getting them another snack, having them finish their homework, and get off to bed at nearly midnight.
“I meant to tell you that Daphne’s coach came up to me at practice tonight,” Shohei said as he put the tupperware with leftovers into the fridge. “Oh yeah. About what?” You sighed as you loaded the dishwasher.
“He thinks that she’s gonna make varsity if she continues on this route. She’s performing two years above her age group. She’s doing so good. If we up her practice another day a week she’ll be golden. Colleges will be looking at her when she’s a freshman,” you could hear the excitement in his voice as he continued to go on about what needed to be done.
You cut him off, turning around and leaning on the counter as you spoke. “Babe. I think we need to take a second here and listen to what you’re saying,” you chuckled as he stopped wiping the counters down, facing you, brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
You crossed your arms over your chest. “Daphne is already practicing three times a week and doing conditioning another two days. That’s only giving her two days off a week, honey. If we up her practice another day she’ll have one day off a week,” he rolled his eyes, continuing back with his task as he stuffed a roll in his mouth before talking again.
“Kenzo is going six days a week and he’s fine,” your eyes bugged out at Shohei’s words. “What? What do you mean he’s going six days a week?” Shohei swore under his breath at the admission he just gave out. You crossed the kitchen towards him, standing directly in front of him.
“Shohei! Our kids are not machines! They need to rest. Kenzo is in five advanced courses and in a club at school and playing baseball every spare second he has. Have you seen how tired he’s been lately? I’m worried about him and I find out you’ve upped his play and training time to six days a week? What the hell are you thinking?” You didn’t realize that as you continued talking that your voice was rising and you were progressively getting angrier.
“So what are you saying? That I’m a horrible dad for having him do this? If he wants to go far with baseball like he says then this is what he has to do. This is what I did!” You rolled your eyes, looking up at your husband's towering figure. “Now you’re putting words in my mouth. I never said you were a bad parent. I understand that this is what you did, but our kids are not you and I will not put this much pressure on them. You need to take a step back and look at how your kids are handling this. Have you seen Daphne’s grades lately?”
He took a step back from you, running a hand through his hair, shaking his head at your question. “No,” was all he muttered out as you continued your speech. “She’s almost failing two courses. She has missing assignments in every single class. I watch her do her homework every night and she’s playing catch up in every class. We cannot up her another day. I wanted to talk to you and her about sitting out this next season to get her grades back up.”
His eyes went wide and he shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. “She is not skipping a season. Do you know what that’ll do to her game? I’ll talk to her about her school work. Her skipping is not an option. She loves the game,” before Shohei could continue you went to cut him off, but he held his hand up, stopping you.
“Okay, so I’ll be the bad guy in all this. I’m just the bad dad that doesn’t care about our kids,” you groaned, putting your head in your hands, but before you could respond Shohei went upstairs and closed the door to the guest room.
You two had hardly spoken to each other in a week. You moved around each other in silence and the kids could sense something was going on. You caught the glances they would throw at one another, asking if either of them knew what was going on, to which the other would shrug.
Neither you nor Shohei made an effort to speak to the other and when you got a call from Kenzo’s guidance counselor wanting to speak to you two, you knew it wasn’t going to be good. The drive to the school was silent and when you sat down in her office, she smiled making small talk before bringing up the topic.
“Has everything been okay at home with Kenzo? I know he has a lot on his plate right now with all his AP’s and baseball. Is he resting enough? Eating enough?” You sighed at the questions, Shohei growing irritated at the topic.
“He’s been staying up very late to get his homework done. He’s at practice from almost right after school to seven. We make sure he’s eating, but he’s constantly growing. Why? Is everything okay?” She nodded her head, listening to you before continuing.
“He’s been falling asleep in a couple of his classes. I don’t think he’s sleeping enough. I think maybe he should cut back on baseball one or two days a week. I know he goes to the optional practices and maybe he can sit one of those out a week,” you agreed, glancing over at your husband to see how upset he looked.
You thanked her on your way out, Shohei lacing his hand with yours on the way to the car, opening the door for you. When he stepped in, he covered his face with his hands and spoke to you for the first time in a week. “I’ve pushed him too much. He’s sleeping at school. What the hell’s wrong with me?”
You rubbed his back, taking one of his hands and kissing it. “No, baby. You want what’s best for them. Do you have any idea how much the kids love you? So many kids wish they had a dad like you. We just need to ease up on Kenzo a bit,” he sighed, taking your hands in his, bringing them to his lips.
“Daphne needs to skip this next season. Her grades need to come first,” he mumbled against your knuckles. You nodded your head and smiled at him. “We’ll talk to them tonight, okay?” He smiled, bringing you to him to kiss you.
After cutting Kenzo back to only four days a week he was feeling immensely better. Daphne understood why she needed to skip out on a season, she wasn’t happy about it, but agreed that once she got her grades up that she could play again.
You sat in the bleachers, Daphne leaning against you, Shohei on your other side, hands laced together, watching another game for Kenzo. At this school there weren't separate bleachers for the home and away teams so you sat mixed in with all the parents from both schools.
An idiot further up on the bleachers wouldn’t keep his mouth shut about his son and how he was playing every single day of the week. When your son's team would come up to bat, he was the first to start yelling bad things. Shohei was growing more and more irritated with the guy, talking with the other dads about their son’s when he said something about Kenzo.
“Look at this dope! Do you even play ball kid? I feel bad for the dad that has to watch their son play like this,” he started laughing, but before he could say anything else, Shohei stood up, walking up the bleachers to where the other dad sat.
He crouched down, getting to the man's level, speaking under his breath. You watched as his smile slowly fell as Shohei smiled at him, patting his knee and walking back to where you were sitting.
“What’d you say to him?” You eyed the man as he leaned back against the top of the bleachers, not uttering another peep for the remainder of the game. Shohei kissed your temple, shrugging as he turned his attention back to the game.
“No one says shit about my kids and gets away with it. We won’t be hearing from him for a while,” you smiled as Shohei winked at you, hand resting on your knee and Daphne laughed. You loved your family and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have Shohei by your side.
Request: Can I request a Shohei imagine where you guys are pre-dating/early talking stages and he’s jealous but can’t be because you guys aren’t official
A/N: Here’s another cute Shohei request. I hope you enjoy it and requests are open!
Word Count: 1.2k+
This was the worst part of dates. Standing awkwardly outside your front door because you didn’t want to invite the guy inside and that’s exactly what he was expecting. You cleared your throat, a tight lipped smile across your face as you tried to think of what to say to get him to get the clue that he wasn’t staying the night.
Luckily to your rescue was the neighbor right across the hall and someone who you thought was a great friend and who you admittedly had a bit of a crush on. Shohei was getting home from another game, a smirk across his face as you eyed him, praying that he would help you.
“Hi, I’m Shohei. Who are you?” The guy stood baffled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, your face burning at the contact. “Uh, I’m Jason. I was on a date with y/n tonight.” Shohei nodded his head and looked down at you, nodding towards his apartment.
“Do you want to watch a movie? I saw Disney plus has Luca.” You bit your laugh back and nodded your head. “Oh yeah, I’ve been dying to see that. Thanks for a fun night, Jack!” You tried to say it as enthusiastically as possible and he rolled his eyes, turning on his heel and heading for the elevator.
You and Shohei snickered as he unlocked his door, letting you go in first. “Another bad date?” You groaned, kicking your shoes off at the door and setting your jacket and purse on the entry table. “It’s like they’re the only ones interested in me. I haven’t been out on a good date in months.”
Shohei set his bag down in the hall closet and shrugged. “Let me take you out. It’ll be fun and I can show you what a fun date is supposed to be.” Your stomach flipped and butterflies erupted in you. “You want to take me out?” He smiled, opening his fridge and grabbing a protein shake.
“It’ll be fun. I promise.” You smiled and nodded your head. “Alright, deal.”
***
Shohei kept his promise and the next week he took you out. You had never been on a mini golf and arcade game date, but it was the most fun you had in a long time. Your sides ached from laughing as much as you had.
He wasn’t a small man by any means and watching him try to play mini golf was hilarious and yet he still kicked your ass at it. You two went out to dinner after at a small bar and had the best meal ever.
You sipped from your beer as you settled down from a story Shohei told you about his school days in Japan when he grabbed your hand that was resting on the table. Your face burned at the contact, but you let him do it.
When you got back to your apartments he stood outside the door with you and for the first time you didn’t feel awkward. “So, did I meet your expectations of a great date?” You nodded your head, grabbing your keys to unlock your door.
“I have to say Mr. Ohtani I am quite impressed at how much fun that was.” His smile grew and he kissed your forehead before he opened his door. “I’m glad. Have a good night.” He winked at you as he watched you step into your apartment, waiting for the door to close before he went into his own place.
You couldn’t stop smiling. That was one of the best dates you had in a long time and your feelings for Shohei only grew. But unfortunately, that excitement was short-lived. You waited two more weeks for Shohei to ask you out again and he never did.
You two didn’t stop flirting in the hall, but he never made another move. Your best friend continued to pressure you to go out with another guy she thought was perfect for you and after giving Shohei another week to ask you out again and he didn’t, you reluctantly agreed.
Maybe you misread the flirting for him just being friendly. He was the nicest and most polite man you had ever met and you might have interpreted the “date” wrong. He probably thought you two were just hanging out. How could you misread that? Of course that’s what he thought it was.
As another shitty date wrapped up and you stood awkwardly outside your door, waiting for the man to leave you saw your saving grace make his way down the hall. His smile never appeared though and he scooted past the two of you, quietly making his way to his door.
“Hi, Shohei!” You tried to call out to him, but he gave a silent head nod and made his way inside, closing the door behind him. You smiled nervously at the man who’s name you honestly couldn’t even remember before finding an excuse.
“I’m sorry, but he’s like my best friend and I think something’s wrong. I should probably check on him.” He smiled and offered you a good night before you turned on your heel and walked through Shohei’s door.
“What the hell was that? You always save me from that moment! What’s going on with you?” His back was still turned to you and he didn’t respond until you approached him. You grabbed his arm, turning him towards you. You had never seen happy go lucky Shohei in such a bad mood.
He narrowed his eyes at you as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why did you go out on another date?” You furrowed your brows confused at his question. “What?” He rolled his eyes and tried to walk past you, but you stopped him. “I thought we had a great time on our date and yet here you are with another guy.”
You couldn’t hold back your smile. “You’re jealous.” He nodded his head, placing his hands on the counter behind him. “Of course I am. I don’t want to see you go out with other guys.” You leaned back against the counter, eyeing him.
“Then why didn’t you ask me out again? I waited three weeks.” He groaned and ran his hand through his hair before laughing. “I should have, I’m sorry. We were gone on a road trip for over a week and then we got back and you didn’t seem interested anymore.”
You laughed, closing the distance between you two. “We should probably communicate better. Especially now since I know you have a green monster.” His brows furrowed. “Green monster? Like the one from Sesame Street?”
Your laughter boomed in his kitchen. “No, that’s Oscar the grouch. A green monster is another way to say someone is jealous.” He smiled and nodded his head. “I like that. I’m gonna use that.” He wrapped his arms around you, resting his forehead against your own.
“I really did have fun on our date and I want to know if you’d like to go out on another one tomorrow.” You shrugged, pulling away from him. “I’m not sure. I need to think about it.” You saw his face fall and immediately giggled at his reaction.
“I’m kidding! Of course we can go out again.” He grabbed your hand, pulling you back to him, before kissing you for the very first time, sending sparks shooting through your body.
