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For the simping softness prompt

Sam & Ana - "you realize you don't need to ask my permission, don't you?"

Oh gosh my dear, thank you so much for the ask. I actually am really excited to write a fluffy piece about these two since I am putting them through the wringer right now. I am throwing this story back to the wedding planning stage of their relationship. Hope its 'simp-y' enough for you! I even couldn't help myself and made a mood board.

Word Count: 648

A/N: Hopefully I got this 'simping softness' ask and direction right.

Answer the question from this list. HERE

The prompt request will be in bold.

I chewed on my bottom lip as Justin continued to ramble on about color pallets… or maybe he had moved on, I wasn’t sure anymore, because I wasn’t paying attention, my mind was fixed on something so simple… band vs dj. Why I couldn’t stop thinking about this simple question was beyond me. I glanced up at him and his blue eyes narrowed at me.

“Are you even listening?”

Oops, he caught me.

“I’m sorry, this is just… all too much right now.” My eyes scan the table between us and the pages upon pages of… paper. It made my stomach roll.

“Anastasia. You insisted on moving up your wedding and I am trying my best to get this all perfect for you, and you aren’t helping… at all.” He leaned back in the velvet wingback chair and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“I know… I’m sorry. I just have something I need to clear with Sam before we move forward.”

“Then go. Call me when you are ready to actually give me your full attention.” He started collecting all of the images and sheets of paper into a stack. “Go.” His eyes flicked to mine and he shooed me away with his hands.

“Okay. I really am sorry, Justin.”

“I know my dear. Now, go.”

I sighed before standing up on my red bottom stilettos, collecting my LV crossbody, and exiting out into the busy Manhattan street. I pulled my phone out of my bag, typing out a quick text to Sam.

Me: Where are you?

Sam: My office, everything alright?

Me: Do you have a moment?

Sam: For you, I have all the moments you need.

Me: I will see you in 10.

***

I fidgeted with the Harry Winston on my finger as I took the long elevator ride up to Sam’s office floor. I am one hundred percent overthinking this…

The door dings and I step out, flashing the receptionist a smile and a polite greeting as I round the corner towards his office.

He sees me coming through the glass walls and stands up quickly from his desk, opening the door right as I come to a stop in front of it. He holds the door open for me as I brush past him, his cologne settling me into a familiar sense of comfort.

“Is everything alright?” His brows are furrowed in concern, and his voice is low.

I give him a small laugh. “Yes, I just need to ask you something.”

He presses the privacy button on his desk and the glass in his office immediately turns opaque.

“What is it, Ana?” His fingers drop to my chin and he lifts my gaze to his.

I bring my bottom lip in between my teeth again.

“Um, it’s probably nothing, and-” I trail off and he sits there patiently waiting for me to finish my sentence, a crooked smile starting to play on his lips.

“I want to have a live band at the wedding.” I blurt out.

The crooked smile breaks into a full-on grin as a hearty chuckle escapes his lips.

“This is what has got you so upset?” Humor laces his voice.

I smile awkwardly. “Seems a little silly now.” I laugh beside myself.

“You realize you don’t have to ask my permission, don’t you?” He steps up close to me, grabbing my hips and pulling them into his. “You can do whatever you want with this wedding, all I know is it’s going to be the best day of my life when I get to call you my wife at the end of the day. How we get there, doesn’t matter to me.”

I reach up and link my fingers behind his neck, pulling his lips down to mine.

“I love you.” I whisper against his lips.

“I love you, more.” He replies before kissing me senseless.

***

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@nestledonthaveone I know sometimes you struggle with writing / get stuck / get writer’s block but I just wanted to take this opportunity to say…

You have some really fantastic and original ideas that I — and the rest of us out there — want to read! And I know life is busy and inspiration is elusive, but I really hope that you continue writing!

…and find all the best gifs in the meantime! 😆

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