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Since a certain rude giant wants to attack us lol, this is a quick idea I had that’s also paired with a prompt request from @lovelymari4. I did change some things around with the prompt so hopefully that’s ok and that you guys like it😄!

Pairing: Florian Munteanu x Black Reader

Prompt: Florian makes the reader feel some type of way with the choice words he has about her favorite artist

⚠️: None💕!

Watching the metal doors of the elevator slide open, you let out an exasperated breath you’d been holding in since leaving labs. Being in classes since 10 this morning, saying you were happy to be home was an understatement. You couldn’t wait to soak in your tub with your favorite bath bombs and light candles all around as part of your new mini self care routine you recently adopted so you could de-stress.

That is if you could get through the door.

Finally reaching your apartment, you find multiple boxes labeled with various household items blocking the entrance while your neighbor’s door in front of you was wide open. Music not blaring, but at a loud enough volume you could hear a few feet down the hall, you use the knocker below the peephole hopefully banging loud enough they could hear you.

“Um hello?! Scuse me, but I’m trying to figure out who’s stuff is in front of my door?!”

Appearing from around the corner in only his cotton shorts and socks stood who you assumed to be your new neighbor.

Your freakishly good looking and fit neighbor.

Shouting at someone in the room he just left in a language you couldn’t immediately catch, he makes his way towards you taking his shirt from the couch to quickly pull it over his head.

“Sorry about that, we’re moving in and kinda just left everything in the hall since it’s only our apartments on this end. Plus we knew you weren’t home-,”

“Wait how did you know I wasn’t home exactly?”

“Hey Y/N!,” your friend, Dana, smiles appearing from the same room followed by another man.

“Dana what are you doing in their apartment? And I guess you told them I wasn’t home?”

“I’m doing my part in helping the new neighbors move in of course!,” she smiles, helping slide one of the boxes inside before moving to stand beside you.

“...but you don’t even live here and you also hate packing or unpacking.”

“That’s not true, I helped you when you moved!”

“With one box and then you left to get food and it took you two hours to get back,” you retort with a smirk making your new neighbors quietly laugh to themselves and Dana roll her eyes.

“Anyway! I didn’t tell them you weren’t home they figured that out on their own but I did confirm said suspicion.”

“Yea earlier this week we went to everyone on the floor and introduced ourselves. We tried your door a few times but never got an answer. We figured you were either very busy or a hermit,” the originally shirtless one laughs. “I’m Florian by the way and this is my brother Masias.”

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you,” you reply shaking both of their hands. “Well since you guys are busy I don’t want to be in the way so I’m gonna head out.”

“You won’t be in the way if you stay, in fact we’re almost done for the day if you want to hang out for a bit. That is if you’re not too tired or don’t have a lot to do.”

“C’mon I know you’ve been stressed out with school, hang out and get your mind off of it for a while! Plus these are two super hot guys and I’m trying to get us dates,” she responds, whispering the last part and making you give her a look.

“Alright sure just let me put my bag up and change,” you answer as your best friend lightly bounces on her feet as she cheers.

———

After returning from changing into one of your university tees and sweatpants (which Dana insisted you not wear in a text she sent not long after you left knowing your usual go to outfit for when you’re home), you joined everyone else on the couch.

You got to know Florian and Masias more as you guys talked and they learned things about you as well, like how you weren’t a hermit but in graduate school working to become a Physian’s Assistant, which explained why you were never in your apartment.

A little later, Florian suggested watching a movie on Netflix to which you first were apprehensive about considering you should probably be spending your time in a more productive way, like reading over your notes and studying. However like Dana said, you didn’t have any tests for a while so you could afford a free day.

Handing the remote to Dana, both men agreed to let you guys pick which movie you wanted to see. You weren’t picky and up for anything leaving the choice to Dana.

Flipping through the different titles, you notice her instantly light up seeing her all time favorite singer, Beyoncé’s, Coachella documentary. “Ok just telling you now, if we don’t find anything else to watch this is gonna be it.”

“D, I’m sure they would rather watch something else than see Homecoming,” you lightly laugh, Dana rolling her eyes as she waves you off continuing to scroll.

“It’s fine, whatever you guys want to watch we’ll be ok with,” Florian replies, softly smiling as the setting sun shines through the open blinds onto his face making him look even more gorgeous.

“Jesus who are his parents, Greek Gods?!,” you thought as you turned your attention back to the bright screen in front of you to not stare.

“I’m not gonna lie though, I don’t really see what the excitement is about her though,” he spoke instantly causing everyone to go silent as all eyes were now on him.

Even Masias knew his brother had just messed up as he looked down shaking his head. “Flo you did not just say that in front of them.”

“I mean she’s beautiful don’t get me wrong, it’s just the music I can’t get into,” he replies, ears turning red from his nerves about what would happen next.

“Ok so I take it you’ve never really sat and listened to a Beyoncé song?,” Dana asked hands pressed together on the table in front of her as if trying to solve the greatest mystery to man.

“I mean I have, but still it didn’t do anything for me.”

“We might need to get your ears checked then.”

“Dana! Don’t listen to her, I understand. Beyoncé does make music more so for women or those who love pop and R&B. You’re more into rap so she’s not really on your music radar,” you explain trying to not only make Florian not feel bad but also let your crazed fan girl of a friend calm down from hearing the slander.

Dana was the textbook definition of a beyhive member. Any form of “disrespect” from anyone towards the queen wouldn’t be tolerated and she definitely had something to say. Never in a threatening way though like how some others were who took it too seriously.

You on the other hand were beyhive adjacent, as you liked to call it. You were technically part of the hive from your love of Beyoncé, but you definitely weren’t about the drama that would happen at times. Thus, you were off to the side of the hive in your own little honeycomb condominium.

“You know what? Just for that, we’re definitely watching it now,” she smiled starting the movie and humming along before the music even started.

———

Now after 11, you helped Florian in the kitchen clean up the glasses and two large bowls you guys used for snacks as Dana talked with Masias on the couch about the places in LA he had to check out.

“You guys don’t hate me too much do you?,” Florian asks leaning against the counter as he wipes water off his hands.

“No why would we hate you?”

“From the looks on your face when I said I wasn’t really into Beyoncé, you’d think I kicked a puppy,” he deeply chuckles making you laugh.

“I’m not gonna lie, when you first said it I did have a couple points listed if it would’ve led to a debate,” you lightly laugh. “Butt it’s like I said you have different preferences in music and that’s ok. Just maybe never mention that in front of Dana again,” you reply making him laugh harder.

“Yea don’t worry, I definitely learned my lesson.”

You spend a few more minutes talking and laughing before a small yawn creeps it’s way out of you as you cover your mouth.

“Uh oh, have we kept Cinderella out pass her curfew?,” he smirks.

“Afraid I’m gonna turn into even more of a bum than I already look?,” you ask matching his smirk as both of you laugh at what others would probably look at as a dumb joke. “I have had a long day so I probably should get going.”

“Ok, let me walk you out.”

“Florian I live literally across the hall right in front of you, you don’t have to.”

“True but anything could happen in those 10, 15 feet. Then not only will Dana hate me for not listening to Beyoncé but also because I let her friend walk out by herself.”

Giggling, you grab your phone and keys from the counter before slipping your feet into your slides beside the front door. “If you insist,” you reply slightly shrugging your shoulders. “D I’m about to leave, are you staying with me tonight?”

“And hear you up at the crack of dawn? I love you girl but I need to sleep in my own bed so I’m gonna head out in a few too,” she answers with a small stretch.

“Ok well text me when you get home. It was nice meeting you Masias!”

“Nice meeting you too Y/N! Hopefully we can all hang out again,” he smiles waving as you and Florian walk out the door.

“Thank you for walking those dangerous 10 feet with me! Who knows what would’ve happened if you weren’t here,” you say, doing your best damsel in distress impersonation.

“I’m sorry I’m a gentleman that always makes sure to walk a lady to her door,” he laughs. “But seriously though if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to get one of us. Even if you just want to get away from your work you’re welcome over here.”

You were trying to continue your cool, nonchalant attitude but the more you stood outside with him, you could feel yourself breaking. Unsure if it was the intense yet soft gaze of his green eyes looking back into yours, or how although he was nervously rubbing the back of his neck he still exuded all the confidence in the world, you felt your palms become sweaty and hoped you didn’t do or say anything stupid.

“Thanks I appreciate that. Well I have class tomorrow so I guess I should get to bed,” you softly smiled as you unlocked your door. “See you later Florian.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

With a smile and small wave, he waited until he heard you lock the door from inside before going back to his place. Smiling to himself just as you were doing with your back pressed against your door.

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Another quick idea! It’s probably gonna be super short, but I hope you guys like it😊!

Pairing: Florian MunteanuxBlack Reader

⚠️: Small bit of suggestive language, but other than that fluff💕

“Hi love, I hope you had a good day at work! I know you’re wondering why there’s a note on the door, but everything will make sense once you come inside. Love, Flo”

Slowly opening your door, you’re first met with rose petals covering your wooden floors and a glass vase filled with different, colorful flowers on your marble counter. Sniffing one of the lillies, you can’t contain the smile that forms across your face.

“Aww he’s so sweet! I wonder what this is for?,” you thought taking off your shoes and putting your bag away.

“Wait, it’s not our anniversary is it? No it can’t be that’s not until August. Oh no, did I miss another anniversary that he thinks I remember like the day we first met or our first date?!”

Now nervously tapping the vase with your nails as you search through your mind to figure out what today might be, you worry about the fact that you’ve come home empty handed for this special occasion and have potentially forgotten about said event. Lightly tapping the floor with his nails, your grey pitbull puppy scurries up to your leg nudging it with his small head.

“Hi Bubs!! What are you doing with this huh?”

Squatting down, you take the light pink daisy from his mouth giving his head a few scratches. The gleam from the setting sun bouncing off the oval cut diamond ring at the head of the flower instantly catching your eye, before you notice the note hanging from the stem, and making your heart race.

“I tried to come up with a cute poem to reveal your surprise but nothing sounded good lol. So I figured why not let Pluto help me do it?”

Before you could call his name, you see Florian walk towards you from your bedroom wearing his recently tailored deep purple suit with matching tie and his black dress shoes. Kneeling down on one knee, he takes your hand in his lightly kissing it.

“I don’t know if you remember, but you asked me when I got this part and the contract if I was ready for my life to change. I know you meant if I was ready for the extra attention and press since this is definitely the biggest part I’ve gotten yet, but that night I started thinking. While it may take some time to get used to what this is all gonna bring, I am ready for my life to change in that I want you to be there not as my girlfriend, but as my wife. I want to start a family with you and hope you feel the same.”

You wanted to yell “yes” but knowing as soon as you opened your mouth you’d be a sobbing mess, you excitedly nodded your head as tears streamed down your face.

Standing up, he slides the ring on your finger before picking you up to kiss your lips.

“I take it this is why you bought the new suit?,” you ask between sniffles, smiling with arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist as he holds onto the back of your thighs.

“You could say that,” he lightly chuckles. “I mean I could wear it to a premiere or out to dinner, which we have reservations for in about an hour, so you’re gonna want to get dressed too love.”

“Let me guess, you picked out an outfit for me too?”

“You’ll have to go in the room and find out,” he smiles kissing your salty cheek while letting you down to go in the room and see what other surprise he had for you.

Met with more rose petals scattered along the floor, you see a black, ankle length dress with spaghetti straps and a thigh high slit draped across the bed. Your open toed, black strappy heels resting on the floor in front of the dress waiting to join you on your special night.

“You like?,” Florian asks from behind you, wrapping his muscular arm around the front of your chest as he kisses the back of your head.

“I love, thank you! You didn’t have to buy me a new dress though, especially after the ring and the reservation,” you smile turning to face him.

“I know, but I wanted to spoil my girl.”

You start to walk towards the bathroom to get ready for your dinner, but stop midway with arms crossed in front of you watching Florian brush his beard in the mirror.

“You know, I’m actually not really hungry right now,” you speak, Florian looking at you slightly confused.

“Um ok...wait did you eat before you got home without me?!,” he asks hand over his heart and distraught look on his face making you laugh.

“No I didn’t eat without you. Let’s just say there’s something else I’d rather do,” you answer slowly walking towards him.

Lightly tugging on his tie, he leans down meeting you in a deep kiss and now understanding what you were referring to. “Well if you insist,” he smirks slightly squatting to pick you up again and placing you on the bed leaning over you with both arms on either side of your body.

“But wait is there a fee if we’re late for dinner? I don’t want you to have to pay even more.”

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?,” he chuckles, sitting up on his knees as he takes off his suit jacket and kicks away his shoes. “Let me worry about that ok?”

Leaning down, he kisses along your neck and collarbone making you giggle from the sensation of his beard scratching against your skin. “Ok, but if that happens I don’t want to hear ‘you’re the reason we’re late’.”

“Well if something does happen you’ll just have to make it up to me then huh?,” he smirks momentarily meeting your eyes in the midst of you playfully rolling them.

“Alright, deal. I think I have a few ideas on how to do that,” you smirk undoing his tie and throwing it across the room.

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Quick idea I had after seeing the story and post about Flo going to the dentist while he’s in Australia (which was adorable lol) and I hope you guys like it☺️!

Pairing: Florian MunteanuxBlack Reader

Warning(s): None, all fluff💕

“Lennox! C’mon buddy or you’re gonna be late for the dentist.” Holding the small Spider-Man backpack in his hand, he waits on the other side of the playground fence for the four-year-old to finish saying bye to all his friends, smiling to himself at how adorable the pre-schooler looked.

“Mommy can’t come?,” he asks, small hand being completely enveloped by Florian’s as they crossed the parking lot.

“No not this time, remember she’s still at work but is gonna meet us after to eat ok?”

“Ok,” he replies with a pout as he’s buckled in his car seat.

“Hey don’t look so sad, we’re still gonna have fun!,” he smiles, tickling him under his chin until he begins squirming in his seat from his fit of giggles.

Knowing how nervous he was, Florian tried his best to make Lennox laugh or get his mind off of what was coming the whole car ride to the appointment. However, he wasn’t really up for fun right at the moment.

Like most kids his age, he was afraid of the dentist and had been despising this day since the last appointment when he found out he’d have to come again. It also didn’t help that his mom wouldn’t be there, who usually would take him to his appointments and hold his hand to make him feel better.

Both you and Florian told him that he would hold his hand and comfort him, but Lennox still wanted you there. Although he didn’t say anything about it, you were sure that he probably felt some type of way from his son treating you as if you were the favorite parent.

Walking through the wooden doors of the office, Lennox clings onto his dad’s leg as he walks up to sign him in.

“Hey Mr. Munteanu, how’s everything?,” Dr. Edwards asks while walking another patient out.

“Good! But Lennox is still a bit nervous,” he answers whispering the last part. Holding on as if he were a scared cat caught in a tree, Lennox buries his face behind his father’s knee.

“I see, well Lennox I promise it won’t hurt. I’m just gonna clean your teeth so they can stay healthy.”

“Right, and I’ll be there too so nothing will happen to you.”

Taking turns looking from Florian to the dentist, he slowly let’s go and moves to stand beside him. “Ok, I’m ready.”

Following Dr. Edwards to the exam room, Lennox sits in the chair fiddling with his hands as he nervously looks at the tools on the table beside him.

“I know you’re still a bit nervous so how about I do a quick exam on your dad so you can see what all I do? You can even help me if you want?”

Handing him the tool with the small mirror on it, the small child slightly perks up at this idea as he nods his head.

“Great! First let’s look in his mouth with the mirror to make sure we don’t see anything bad,” he explains helping Lennox guide the tool around Florian’s mouth.

“I don’t see anything how about you Dr. Lennox?”

“Nope! All clean!,” he answers handing the tool back to Dr. Edwards. “Good job tata!”

“Next, we’d use this tool to get in between the teeth to get out anything stuck like food. Then if everything’s ok, we’d start brushing with this.”

Watching him hold up the humming tool, Lennox nervously grabs Florian’s hand letting out a soft whimper.

“It’s ok! See it doesn’t hurt.” Holding out his hand, he lets Dr. Edwards use the electric toothbrush on his hand, circling it around a couple times to show nothing would happen.

After watching his dad for a few minutes, he holds out his hand so the dentist can do the same to him.

“So do you think you can sit in the chair like a big boy and get your teeth cleaned?,” Florian asks, lightly playing with the curls on top of Lennox’s head.

“...yea I think so.”

———

“MOMMY!!! I’M BIG LIKE TATA!!” Running up to you when you got close enough to the table, Lennox jumps into your arms hugging you tight.

“You are! I take it the dentist went well?,” you ask leaning over to kiss Florian as you sit down.

“It did, he helped the dentist check my teeth so he could get comfortable, and then he sat in the chair and said he was ready.”

“Yea I was a big boy!! And I got a sticker and toothbrush!” Holding up his plastic bag, he shows you his new lime green toothbrush, travel sized toothpaste, floss, and Spider-Man sticker.

“Oh wow that’s great love! I’m so proud of you!!,” you smile kissing his forehead.

“And then after, tata went to Krispy Kreme and got us do-,”

“Ok buddy let’s let mommy order her food yea?,” Florian interrupts gently covering the small child’s mouth making him giggle.

“Be glad I’m too excited about him not being afraid anymore that I’ll ignore the donuts,” you smirk, glancing at Florian before looking at the menu to figure out what you wanted.

“Mommy I want tata to always take me. We have fun!,” Lennox smiles before starting to color in his small booklet.

“Oh ok, yea that’s fine love.” Although you were smiling, you couldn’t lie and say that it didn’t hurt how he seemingly didn’t need or want you to go with him anymore. Clearly reading your mood, Florian slides your chair closer to him and wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Babe it’s ok, he loves you and will still want you to take him.”

“Yea I know, but it’s like I’ve been replaced,” you slightly pout lying your head on his arm as you watch your son in his own little world continue coloring.

“Well remember what you told me, although it may seem like it Lennox doesn’t have a favorite parent and loves us equally.”

“That was when I was the favorite though,” you reply making Florian laugh in his signature boisterous style.

“Then maybe you’d still be the favorite if you bought him donuts,” he smirks before sitting back and sipping his water as you smack at his chest.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS!!!! Hope this year brings unlimited success, an overabundance of positivity, and growth to all of you :)!! So this is a combination of an idea I had with a prompt idea submitted by @lovelymari4​ who mentioned the reader going to Germany and running into Florian. Hopefully you, and everyone who reads this, like what I came up with!! (P.S. If you guys ever see me use the same name twice for different imagines, my bad I forget the names I use sometimes lol)

Pairing: Florian Munteanu x Black Reader 

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 2,171

“Y/N! Take our picture in front of this fountain please?,” your best friend, Daya, asks posing with her boyfriend Zeke. Taking pictures of the couple was pretty much your job during your trip to Germany seeing that you were the dreaded “third wheel”. 

Not that you really minded being the third wheel, both Daya and Zeke were your close friends and times with them were always fun. Well, fun in those times when you weren’t feeling the effects of being single. Seeing that it was New Years Eve, everywhere you guys went had decorations and flyers advertising about parties and how you didn’t want to be stuck at home alone. 

Plus walking around a foreign country viewing beautiful statues and historical landmarks as the snow lightly fell around you made you wish that you could share that experience with someone like how Daya and Zeke were. 

“Alright, I took multiples so hopefully you guys like them,” you answer, standing up from your squatted position as you hand Daya her phone back. 

“Thanks Y/N! And I trust you, you know my angles unlike someone,” she answers tilting her head towards Zeke.

“Hey I take good pictures! You just don’t like them.”

“Right so are they really good pictures then?,” she asks, squinting her eyes as if she’s trying to figure out an answer to her own question. 

“I mean the ones I take of myself get a good amount of likes so I would say so,” he counters with a smirk as you laugh at their discussion.

“Yea yea whatever. Y/N do you want some pictures too?,” she asks.

“Nah not this time, we can keep going-,” you start before being cut off by someone bumping into the back of you, causing you to stumble forward before being steadied by your friends. 

“Um who the-?!,” you thought as you turned around to see who (or what honestly) hit you. Seemingly towering over you, you’re met with a muscular man wearing dark jeans, Nike’s, and a leather jacket lined with a soft material covering a black long sleeve shirt. His brown beard was soft and just as thick as his body, while his green eyes seemed to capture your soul, but not in an intimidating way, like you wanted to keep looking into them for as long as you could.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?,” the mystery man asked in a deep, accented voice, slightly bending down to look in your eyes.

“No you’re fine! I mean fine like you don’t have to apologize because I’m fine not because you’re fine. I mean you are but-,”

“What my friend is trying to say is that she’s ok,” Daya answered looking at you amused by how you were acting.

“Yea that.”

“That’s good. I was recording a story for Instagram and my friend here failed to notify me in time that someone was there. I know very dumb and again I’m really sorry,” he replies, cheeks slightly red from embarrassment.

“It’s ok, just maybe don’t try to post and walk at the same time. Especially with people around,” you softly laugh, along with him and your friends. 

“I’m Florian by the way, and this is my friend Leon,” he introduces as his equally fit friend moves forward to shake all of your hands. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N and these are my friends Daya and Zeke.” 

“Nice to meet you guys. Well, we don’t want to hold you up from what you guys had planned next, so hope you guys have a great day and Happy New Year!,” Florian smiles.

“Thanks and Happy New Year to you guys too!,” you smile before you and your friends turn to continue your sight seeing. After only a few steps, you hear Florian calling your name as he jogged to catch up you.

“You dropped your um…lip gloss?,” he states handing you the small tube and making you smile.

“Yea lip gloss and thanks, this is my favorite one so definitely don’t want to lose it.”

“And we wouldn’t want that to happen. I mean not we as in us, like I know you like it and I think it’s pretty and probably looks good on you too-,”

“It’s ok I know what you mean,” you giggle as he softly chuckles. There’s a small silence between the two of you. With his hands in his pockets as he slowly shifts from one side to the other, you could tell he wanted to say something else, but something was stopping him from getting whatever it was off of his mind. 

“Hey I don’t want to seem creepy or anything, which honestly that statement in itself probably makes it creepy so this already isn’t going well,” he begins, pausing to laugh to himself and mentally grateful that you laughed too. “I was wondering if you and your friends had plans for tonight? Because if not, me and Leon are going to this party for New Years, and a bunch of our other friends are gonna be there, so you guys are more than welcome to join.”

“Um thanks that’s really nice of you to invite us! I’d have to ask them first though to see what they might be thinking.”

“Yea of course! Definitely think about it and I’ll give you my number so I can text you the address and everything if you guys decide to come,” he smiles as you pull out your phone. You had to admit watching his giant hand type on your phone was pretty funny. He didn’t have any problems maneuvering through the screens and buttons, but still the sight of such a bulky man with this small phone in his hands was quite a look. 

“Amused by a huge man such as myself holding this small phone?,” he asks with a smirk giving your phone back. While you could hold in your laughs, the look on your face was plain as day to what you were thinking. 

“A little, but not like in a bullying or ‘making fun of’ kind of way I promise.”

“It’s alright, my friends tease me about it all the time. And speaking of friends, it looks like yours may be having a very aggressive discussion.” Looking over your shoulder, you see Daya and Zeke’s hands going back and forth as both of them try to prove their point on something probably pointless.

“They’re probably arguing over where to eat. Let me go break them up before they bring anymore attention to themselves,” you sigh. “Thanks again for my lip gloss and I promise to message you about the party.”

With a wave and a final goodbye, you both went your separate ways. You, giddy from having an experience straight out of a romantic comedy and Florian feeling just as excited, hoping that he would see you again tonight. 

______

Lightly spraying perfume around you, you walk out of the bathroom in your dark high-waist skinny jeans with black stiletto booties paired with a fitted, long sleeve, black turtleneck. Yea it was probably simple compared to the glittery cocktail dresses you were sure to see around tonight, but you were not about to risk pneumonia going out in this German winter.

“Aww look at our little girl all grown up!,” Daya gushed making you shake your head. 

“Come on D, lets not embarrass her on her first date,” Zeke smiles wrapping his arm around Daya.

“Ok, both of y’all need to calm down, last time I checked I am grown up and this isn’t my first date. Now if you’re done mom and dad we need to head out before we’re late.”

“Ok, but not before we take a group picture!,” Daya smiles before reaching her arm up to make sure all of you were in the screen and snapping a picture of your smiling faces.

Arriving at the hookah lounge that Florian sent, you see the man himself standing outside now clad in a red hoodie, dark jeans, and a different pair of Nike’s. The street light above made his thick, gold chain gleam more so than it already was as he occasionally shifted from one side to the other with his hands behind his back.

“Hey, you didn’t have to wait out in the cold for us,” you greet as the three of you walk up to him.

“I know, but it’s easier this way so I can show you where we’re sitting versus trying to text it to you,” Florian responds with a smile.

“Woww thick, sweet, and looks like Hercules reincarnated? Sis marry him or I will!,” Daya whispers to you while you all follow him to the section him and his friends were seated.

“Can the man ask me out first? Better yet, can we get confirmation that he actually likes me?,” you whisper back, softly laughing at how your friend was basically trying to marry you off.

“What do you think this is?! Yea it’s not one on one, but open your eyes because he definitely asked you out it’s just in a group setting.”

Shaking your head, you direct your attention towards Florian as he introduces you to the rest of his friends seated on the plush couches. Meeting his crew made you truly understand the saying, ‘birds of a feather, flock together’ as all of his friends were equally as good looking and fit as he was. They also were just as nice immediately including you guys in their conversations and asking questions getting to know you. 

Seated next to Florian, you both took turns talking with your friends and maintaining your own conversation. You found out he was an actor and lived in Germany, which would explain why he didn’t seem fazed when standing outside in the cold. 

You also saw how down to earth and caring he was, which of course made you even more attracted to him and was something you didn’t want to happen. Not that you weren’t open to a relationship, it’s just long distance relationships were tough and came with plenty of challenges. That is if you guys became an actual item.

“Guys it’s almost time!,” Daya excitedly squeals, before joining Zeke at the bar to grab a glass of champagne.

“So if you don’t mind me asking, what’s something you wanna get out of the new year?,” Florian asks, green eyes seemingly hypnotizing you from how much attention he was giving you.

“This is probably gonna be really boring, but the basics as far as health, positivity, success. But what I’m most concerned about, is whatever is meant for me making it’s way to me for the next year, decade, and rest of my life,” you answer, twisting the stem of your own champagne glass between your fingers, making the liquid lightly swirl. “What about you?”

“Definitely more success and health, and I just hope to spend as much time with my family and friends as I can.”

Just as he finishes, you hear people around starting to countdown from 10 signaling that the New Year would be coming soon. Both of your groups stayed seated as the timer on the screens around went back from five and eventually got to zero making everyone yell out “Happy New Year!”

You hugged Daya and Zeke, before they turned to each other to have an infamous New Years kiss, which was on the minds of the other couples there as well. That was always the awkward part about New Year’s Eve parties. It seemed that everyone around you was glued to someone else’s face, while you stuffed yours with snacks. 

Setting those thoughts aside, you turn to hug Florian and wish him a Happy New Year, to which he does the same; kissing you on the cheek and making you giggle as you squirm back a bit.

“Sorry, my beard’s a bit ticklish,” he laughs instinctively reaching his hand up to lightly graze his beard. 

“No it’s ok,” you smile. In that moment, it was as if both of you were on the same wavelength as you both leaned in to meet the other’s lips. Lightly caressing your head with his hand, your hands find their way to his hoodie softly clutching the fabric as if to not ruin it. As you both pull apart, part of you is amazed at the fact that truly just happened while the other wishes it never stopped.

“You got some uh gloss on your lips,” you say, giggling as you hand him a napkin. Letting out a deep chuckle, he wipes the product from his lips before discarding the paper on the table in front of him. 

“Is that the same lip gloss I handed you earlier?”

“Yea, why? You’re not allergic are you?!”

“No no! Don’t worry, I’m just thanking God that I gave it back to you,” he winks, causing that giddy feeling to well inside of you again, as all of your friends can be heard doing various wolf whistles and shouts around the both of you. 

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Another quick imagine based off a certain giant coming for our necks today😂 and thanks @melinda-january for uploading this post💕!

Pairing: Florian MunteanuxBlack Reader

Warnings: None!

“Ohh look at this dress! It’d look perfect on you Y/N!,” Lindsey smiles, holding the piece of clothing up to you.

Powder pink with spaghetti straps and ending mid thigh, the bodycon dress was simple yet definitely made a statement. It also fit your style perfectly and seeing that it was blazing hot outside, you felt it was definitely needed.

“Ohh I love it! I’m gonna go try it on, will you tell me how it looks?”

“Of course! Go ahead and I’ll hold everything for you.”

While the boys, Florian and Masias, were in the gym and doing some things on set, you and Lindsey decided to have a girl’s day shopping and site seeing. You both agreed to meet up for lunch around 12, but, as what tended to happen while you were shopping, you lost track of time.

“Omg that dress is gorgeous on you!! If you don’t buy it I will,” she smiles as you twirl in front of her.

“Oh no worries I’m definitely getting this!,” you laugh as you look at yourself in the mirror. Hearing your phone vibrate, you rush to your purse to see Florian’s name pop up on the screen and already knew what he was gonna say.

“I know we agreed for 12 and it’s 12:30, but we’re leaving the mall now and will try to be there by 1-1:30.”

“Good because I thought I’d have to call the cops,” he laughs. “And I know you, you’re still in a store, probably in a dressing room, and won’t get here until close to 3 when we’re already passed out from starvation.

“Ha ha very funny. Just for that we should show up at 5 and make you guys wait longer,” you smirk, Lindsey shaking her head as she laughs at your antics.

“Aw don’t be mad,” he laughs, feeling the rumbles of his deep laugh through the phone. “I promise not to rush you again.”

“Yea yea whatever, I’ll see you later,” you softly laugh before hanging up, and getting out of the dress to put your regular clothes back on.

———

Back at your hotel, you both decided to freshen up before meeting the guys for lunch. Also what better way to show off some of the things you guys bought?

You in your new dress with matching heels and Lindsey in her white mini skirt, orange cropped halter top, and wedges, you both stood in the mirror finishing your makeup and occasionally dancing to the songs playing from your phone.

Momentarily interrupting your music, your phone chimes signaling a new message. And if you had to guess, you were sure it was from Florian.

*from Flo🧸❤️* the Snapchat notification read as you picked up the phone. “Uh oh, Godzilla just messaged me so we better hurry,” you both laugh quickly getting your purses together.

Opening the app, you see Florian sitting outside with drink in hand as his foot bounces up and down.

Flo🧸❤️: It’s 1:30 love, care to join us now?

Y/N: I promise we’re coming down now and if you don’t see us in the next few minutes, then you can call the cops lol

Y/N: Also you said you weren’t gonna rush us anymore🤨 lol

Flo🧸❤️: That was before mine and Masias’ stomachs started hurting so please come down quick😭

Y/N: Lol we’re coming calm down 😂

———

“Ok we’re here you guys can eat now! Sorry we’re late shopping made us lose track of time,” Lindsey explains sitting next to Masias and kissing him on the cheek.

“And we’re also sorry for having you guys sit here while your stomachs were hurting,” you add innocently smiling before kissing his lips.

Crossing his arms as he leans back to look at you, you get a bit nervous thinking maybe you really upset him by taking so long.

“What’s wrong? Flo I really am sorry, I promise I didn’t try to be purposely late-,”

“Is this why you were late?,” he asks referring to your outfit.

“Yea technically...”

“Then it was definitely worth the wait,” he smirks leaning in to kiss your lips again.

“Well as they say great things come to those who wait,” you wink before he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

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Hey guys! In honor of it being Halloween, I wanted to write a quick imagine with someone different, and I hope you like it!

Pairing: Viktor Drago x Black Reader

Warnings: None (all fluff!)

Word Count: 1,408

“Okay, so you watch scary movies to be scared on purpose, but you don’t like to be scared..,” Viktor repeated trying to make sense of how you chose to spend Halloween. As a child in the Ukraine, he didn’t really celebrate the holiday so now that he was living in the states, he wanted you to tell him everything he needed to know.

“I know it sounds crazy, but yes. With movies I know it’s not real so I’m fine but actually having it in my face like with haunted houses, I’m not the biggest fan,” you admitted with a laugh making him smile. Sitting on your couch, you both shared a bucket of popcorn as you watched Friday the 13th, one of your favorite horror movies. Your plan tonight, as it was pretty much every Halloween, was to stay inside your apartment and have a movie marathon while handing out candy to any kids who may come by.

So far the only trick or treaters you had were a couple with their infant, who were dressed up as Ariel, Prince Eric, and Flounder which made your heart melt. Not being familiar with Disney princesses, Viktor didn’t fully understand your excitement, but agreed that they did look cute.

“Why he kill all the teens?,” he asked focused on the screen in front of him currently showing Jason stabbing a girl in the woods as her boyfriend fled screaming for help. “Well it goes back to when he was a kid. He drowned while at that camp since the counselors weren’t paying attention and originally his mom went after them for revenge, but then her son, Jason, started killing them after being motivated by her to do it,” you finish trying your best to sound creepy and wiggling your fingers mystically.

“Oh ok and it take a lot to scare me Y/N,” Viktor softly smiles gently bringing your hands down. “You say that, but I can see the fear in your eyes Drago,” you smirk before being pulled closer by the gentle giant.

“Mhmm sure,” he replies before kissing your forehead. Catching you off guard, you hear a loud knock at the door slightly making you jump and grab onto the boxer, which of course caused Viktor to let out a rumble of a laugh, “Looks like someone else is scared.”

“I’m not scared, it just surprised me there’s a difference!,” you laugh hitting his arm as you stood to make your way to the door, which he probably hardly felt due to his huge stature. “Do you want to hand out the candy this time?”

“No it’s ok, you do better job,” he nervously smiles. He wouldn’t admit it, but you could tell he was nervous about it due to his fear of how people might react. Adults he wasn’t too concerned about, but he didn’t want any kids to be scared away because of his towering frame and his reputation as this heartless monster. You wanted to tell him that it was ok and he had nothing to worry about, but not wanting to go about it the wrong way you kept quiet and just replied with a small smile.

“Trick or Treat!!,” the older kids loudly greeted as they held out their bags. “Here you go, Happy Halloween guys!,” you replied giving each of them a handful of candy from your cat covered bucket.

“Whoa is that Viktor Drago?,” one of the kids asked softly, who was coincidentally dressed as a boxer. “Yea, do you want to meet him?,” you ask matching the boy’s whisper.

“No um, it’s ok. Thanks for the candy,” he nervously answers before walking away, whispering with the other boys with him. With a small shrug, you close the door before setting the bucket back on the table and joining Viktor back on the couch.

“What costumes?,” he asked bringing one arm around your shoulders and using the other to pull the blanket over your legs. “Ninja, Batman, and a boxer,” you answer nudging him at the mention of the last costume, causing him to shyly smile.

“Next time the doorbell rings can you please hand out candy with me? I know you’re nervous about scaring people away, but I promise you won’t and everything will be fine love,” you try to reassure as you take his hand in yours to kiss. “We’ll see,” he answers after leaning down and kissing your lips.

__________

Now on your third movie of the night, Hocus Pocus, you and Viktor were still in the same position on the couch. You thought he probably wouldn’t be interested in the movie and rather watch something else, but to your surprise he was just as focused on this one as he was the others. You also gave him the option to pick which one he would like to see, but he wanted you to choose instead, saying that you were the Halloween expert and would know the perfect movies to watch.

More trick or treaters of all ages came to the door throughout the night. Each time you would look at Viktor with bright eyes as a signal to see if he wanted to hand out candy, but he was still a bit apprehensive about it and would lightly shake his head.

Seeing that it was getting late, you figured things would start to die down soon. Plus you were starting to run out of candy, which meant that you’d definitely have to call it a night. Hearing a knock at the door once again, you got up to see what costumes would be behind the door this time, but were surprised to hear what sounded like a bunch of excited whispers.

Opening the door, you were met with a crowd of teens, kids, and a few parents all smiling while some held pieces of paper and pens. “Sorry to bother you again. I promise we’re not here for more candy, but we were wondering if we could take you up on that offer to meet Mr. Drago?,” the boy from before who was dressed as the boxer asked with his best smile.

“Speak for yourself, I want candy too please!,” a small child exclaimed from his parents arms, making everyone else around laugh, including yourself. “Um hold on let me see,” you answer sweetly before leaving the door cracked to call for Viktor.

“You ok?,” he asked concerned meeting you at the door. “Yea I’m fine, but take a look outside,” you answer opening the door, excited to see his expression. Scanning the crowd in front of him, his green eyes went wide as he was met with cheers and excited squeals.

“You do this?,” he asked turning to you thinking this was your plan to get him to try to lose his nervousness. “No, your fans just wanted to see you,” you smile rubbing his back and making his soft smile return again.

“Mr. Drago can I have your autograph? Unless you’re busy then it’s ok,” the young boy asked nervously switching from standing on one foot to the other. “Not busy and I’d love to,” he replies with a smile as he bends down to the boy’s height.

One by one Viktor began signing autographs and taking pictures with his fans. They asked him all sorts of questions from if he and Adonis were friends to when his next fight would be, and with who, which he couldn’t say. He tried to get to everyone, but a visit from the landlord saying how that many people in the hall was a fire hazard quickly shut everything down and people began making their way out of the building. That is, not before doing a small “Drago” chant, which made him blush.

After locking the door and putting away your bucket, you and Viktor snuggled back on your couch to continue your marathon. “See I told you, you have nothing to be afraid of,” you say wrapping your arms around his waist as you lay your head on his shoulder to which he leans his head on top of yours.

“Thank you,” he spoke after a few moments of silence passed. “For what?,” you ask playing with his fingers.

“My favorite Halloween,” he answered kissing the top of your head before returning back to the movie with you.

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Prompt: Florian’s nice gesture for his girl doesn’t end the way he expects

Pairing: Florian MunteanuxBlack Reader

Warnings: None all fluff 💕

“I’m sorry ma’am, but it looks like your doctor hasn’t made the request for the medication to get refilled yet. We’ll try to call them again tomorrow tho-,”

“But I need that medicine now! I only have 2 pills left!,” the irate customer interrupted clearly not grasping what you were trying to explain.

“I understand the inconvenience you’re having, but as I said there’s nothing we can really do-,”

“No you don’t understand! Where’s your manager?”

“He’s just gonna tell you the same thing I just said!,” you thought to yourself before mentally taking a breath.

“I’ll go get him for you just give me a moment.”

Making your way to the back of the pharmacy, you receive a knowing look from your boss as he shakes his head clearly hearing what happened.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of Mrs. Henry you take a break. You deserve it,” he smiles before retreating to the front counter. Although at times you hated your job, mostly when you had to deal with angry customers, having an amazing boss who was heaven sent made things go by a little easier.

Finally able to sit down and take a few breaths, a vibration from your front pocket removes you from your temporary meditative state.

👅Muscles💪🏼: Hey babes😘! How’s everything?

Y/N: Hey love🥰😘! And honestly terrible, I’ve had 2 customers so far yell at me today for stuff that I clearly can’t control 🙃

Y/N: Definitely ready to go home lol

👅Muscles💪🏼: Aw I’m sorry, need me to come by🤨?

Y/N: Lol no babe it’s ok, but I appreciate the offer tho☺️! How’s everything with you today?

👅Muscles💪🏼: You’re welcome, you know I’m always a call/text away if you need 😉 and it’s alright. Still in training

👅Muscles💪🏼: Speaking of, my breaks over and coach is giving me “the look” lol so I gotta go. See you tonight, love you😘😘!!

Y/N: Lol ok see you then and love you too🥰😘😘😘!!

———

After hours of standing on your feet and a couple more disgruntled citizens later, you were glad to see the 4 walls of your loft apartment. So happy that you didn’t even make it to the living room; instead, sliding down the door as soon as you closed it with a content sigh.

“I hope you’re not planning on staying there all night,” Florian laughed squatting down in front of you in his usual grey sweats and black tee.

“I mean I wasn’t but my feet hurt so bad I don’t think I can make it to the room,” you pout, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“I think I can help with that.”

Swiftly picking you up in his arms, he carries you upstairs to your bedroom before lightly tossing you on the bed and making you giggle.

“And for your Uber ride to the bedroom, that’ll be $40,” he jokes, taking off your sneakers and socks.

“Alright I’ll pay you back,” you laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck as you stood on your knees to kiss him.

“I know you had a rough day today, so you shower and get comfortable and meet me downstairs for your surprise.”

“Ohh surprise! Can I get a hint pretty please?”

“No you can’t, but you can see it as soon as you shower and get dressed,” he deeply chuckles, kissing your cheek as you poke your lip out not happy about having to wait to get your surprise.

Although you planned to shower quick so you could get to Florian and your surprise faster, your body had different plans once the hot water hit you. It seemed all the tension caused by the day started to melt away the longer you stood there letting droplets of water cascade down your body. And when the water hit your back?! That was another level of relaxation as the comfortable beating of the water felt like a mini massage, making you slowly breathe in and out.

Finally done with your shower, you walk downstairs in an old shirt of Florian’s and your pajama shorts to see your table nicely set, along with lit candles and flowers. Finishing his conversation with who you assumed was his parents, he places two plates down across from each other before extending his arms to show what he did.

“Surprise!”

“Aww babe, you made dinner?! And bought me flowers?,” you smile hugging him.

“Yea, I wanted to do something special for you not only because you had a bad day, but because I love you and hope you always know that.”

Standing on your tip toes, you wrap your arms around his waist as you kiss his lips. “Thank you babe, and trust me I know and I love my surprise and you so much!”

Pulling out your chair for you, you sit down peering into your steaming plate full of color from the different ingredients he used.

“It’s a traditional Romanian pasta dish with a side of mixed vegetables. Before you got home I FaceTimed mama to help me with it since we both know I’m not the best at cooking,” he explained with a smile. “Hopefully you like it!”

“I’m sure I will, it looks good and smells amazing!”

Taking a bite of the pasta, you let out a satisfied moan as you lightly nod your head giving him your seal of approval that it tasted good. Florian, meanwhile, quietly letting out a breath he was holding in, afraid that you wouldn’t like it or something worse happening.

Before you could take another bite, a sneeze creeps it’s way through your nose making you sniff before returning to your food. “Bless you, you’re not getting sick on me are you?”

“No I feel fine, it was just a lone one. Or possibly from the pepper,” you smile before continuing with dinner.

As you both ate, you talked about what happened today at the pharmacy and he told you about what the studio was making him do for his next role. You also asked him how mama and tata were doing, to which he answered they were fine and wanting the two of you to visit soon.

Both of you full from clearing your plates, and from also getting seconds, and in Florian’s case thirds, you got up to wash dishes thinking it’s only right since he did all the cooking and was probably tired. Turning the water off as soon as you cut it on, he lifts you up to place you on the counter next to him, apparently not letting you lift a finger today.

“I got this, you sit there and look pretty,” he winks scrubbing the first plate.

“But you cooked though and I know you’re tired from training earlier today, I can wash-,” you started before sneezing not once, but twice back to back.

“You sure you feel ok? You’ve sneezed a lot during dinner.”

“Yea I’m fine, if anything it might be allergies,” you sniff, well try to only to find that one nostril is blocked.

“What is going on with me?,” you thought pinching the bridge of your nose in hope of relief. Out the corner of your eye, you see the 3 vases filled with various flowers on the table.

“No no no!,” you spoke to yourself as you hopped off the counter, hoping what you were thinking wasn’t true.

“What? What’s wrong?!”

Searching through the flowers, you see the culprit for your sudden sneezing fit: purple aster. Although they were beautiful mixed in with bouquets, you were extremely sensitive to them and had been since you were little.

“It’s this purple aster. I’m allergic to it which is why I’ve been sneezing,” you answer, sneezing yet again.

“I’m so so sorry Y/N! Here let me get rid of them, you go lay down upstairs.” Not giving you a chance to respond, he leads you towards the stairs before returning back to the table to pick the aster out of one vase and search through the others just in case.

“It’s ok you didn’t kno-Flo! Put me down I’m ok!”

With you wiggling on his shoulder, he takes you upstairs, placing you on the bed yet again today.

“Please stay here so you don’t get worse or else I have no problem doing that again,” he jokingly warns before kissing your forehead and going back downstairs to finish cleaning up.

———

“Flo please don’t feel bad, I’ll be better tomorrow or the next day. This doesn’t last long,” you smile rubbing his stomach. After cleaning up the dishes, Florian joined you in bed, handing you a tissue whenever you needed as you snuggled into his side.

“I can’t help it though, if I knew you were allergic to those flowers I would’ve never bought them.”

“But you didn’t know, and it could always be worse! You could’ve given me peanuts-,”

“Wait you’re allergic to peanuts too?!,” he asks looking down at you worried.

“No! I’m not,” you answer laughing. Sitting up, you gently tilt his bearded chin so you could look into his eyes.

“I was just saying that things could’ve been worse so don’t beat yourself up about it. You didn’t know I was allergic to aster, but I’m not allergic to the other flowers you bought, which definitely made me feel better after a crappy day.”

“You sure? Seeing that now you can’t breathe?,” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes I’m sure,” you laugh snuggling up to him again before sneezing into your arm yet again. “And I’m also sure that I love everything you do for me no matter what the outcome is.”

“Aw thanks! I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Flo,” you yawn before closing your eyes. Although he already knew you loved him, hearing you say that made him smile to himself as some of the guilt from earlier began to disappear.

Another quick idea I had (plus my allergies have been killing me lol), so I hope you guys like it!🤓

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Hey guys! So today was the first day of school for kids in my hometown (not for me though since I don’t have to worry about school for a while lol), and I thought of this cute imagine idea and just wanted to write it really quick, if you guys don’t mind :). Also, since it was a last minute idea, I hope it makes sense and doesn't sound terrible. For anyone that follows me or sees this and you’re going back to school/college, good luck, you got this, and I wish you much success this year/semester and for all those that come after!! <3

Warnings: None (just fluff!)

Word Count: 1,707

“Wake up Mama, Tata! It’s the first day of school!,” your five-year old son, Atlas, shouts, jumping on your bed. “Sweety, remember I said I was gonna come in and wake you when it was time?,” you yawn turning over towards your very hyper child.

“I know, but I’m excited!,” he answers plopping down beside you to hug your neck just as your alarm chimes and vibrates your beside table. “Tata!! Wake up! The alarm said so!,” he exclaims now climbing on Florian’s abdomen and poking his cheeks.

“But I don’t want to,” he groans pulling the covers up closer to him and covering Atlas’ head, which made him giggle. “Nooo I’m the one going to school, you have to take me!,” he corrects removing the sheet from his head and scooting closer to his father’s face.

“I know I know I’m just messing with you my sweet prinţ,” Florian smiled picking Atlas up and holding him in the air as he sat up, causing his giggle fit to return. Fully awake now from your adorable wake up call, you and Florian both got out of bed to begin getting ready for the day.

You tried not to think too much of it, but watching your son play as you made breakfast started to make you more emotional as time passed. It seemed as if it was yesterday that you brought him home from the hospital, bundled up in a small white blanket.

Now was his first day of kindergarten and you didn’t know how you were going to make it without crying every 10 minutes. If only you could turn back time to where he was a baby again, and freeze it so you could keep him that small forever and cuddle him.

“Mama look! I look like Tata!,” you heard Atlas say, taking you out of your thoughts. “Ohh you do love! You look so handsome!,” you smile bending down to kiss his cheek.

Last night, Florian said that he wanted to dress him for his first day, which made you figure that he would have something up his sleeve, but you couldn’t figure out what until now. Wearing his school uniform of khaki’s and a navy blue polo shirt, he also had on white Air Force 1s and a gold cross chain Florian recently bought him.

“Babe are you sure you want him to go to school in his chain? What if something happens to it?,” you ask walking with Atlas to the table to help him sit in his chair to eat. “It’s the first day, my boy’s gotta look fresh!,” Florian responds lightly pinching his cheeks and making him giggle. “Plus if anybody messes with you, what did Tata teach you to do?”

“Punch them in the face!,” your son responds with a mouth full of waffles, standing up in his chair to throw air punches. It amazed you how much he was like Florian.

Atlas might’ve looked just like you, but from his green eyes to his mannerisms and facial expressions, he was definitely his father’s child. “Alright Mike Tyson, sit down before you fall,” you laugh grabbing his backpack to put his lunch in as well as some of his supplies. “What did mommy tell you to do though if someone messes with you?”

“To first tell the teacher and then if they put their hands on me, that’s when I punch them,” he answers sitting down and finishing his breakfast. “Exactly,” you wink at Florian, in turn making him playfully roll his eyes at you as he sat down to eat his food.

Once you and Florian were dressed, and double checked to make sure Atlas had everything, you all left to drop him off at school. You were glad that Florian drove, because the closer you guys came to the school grounds, the more emotional you could feel yourself getting.

You thought about all the what ifs that could happen while he was away from home, like someone picking on him or him getting lost trying to get to the library, for example, and having a meltdown. As if he could sense your nervousness, Florian softly squeezed your hand as he brought it up to his lips, which was his way of telling you that everything would be okay.

“Eww!,” Atlas said from the backseat with a giggle as he covered his eyes. “Hey you’re gonna have a girlfriend that you’re gonna do that with one day,” Florian smiled peeking at him through the rearview mirror.

“No I’m not, girls are icky,” Atlas replies playing with his Woody and Buzz Lightyear toys. “You say that now, but once you’re a teenager you’ll be saying something different,” you softly laugh turning around to tickle his legs.

Now you were thinking about him being a teenager in high school and then going off to college, which made you want to sob even more.

__________

Walking up to his classroom, you told yourself you needed to keep it together not only so you wouldn’t look like THAT parent, but also so Atlas wouldn’t start getting emotional himself and not want to go. Although he didn’t seem like he didn’t want to go in, you could tell that he was nervous about this new environment from how close he held yours and Florian’s hand to his face, almost shielding his eyes.

“Hello, I’m Mrs. Bloom,” a short, middle-aged woman with long red hair cheerily greeted as you three walked into the classroom. “And who might you be young man?”

“Atlas Munteanu,” he shyly answered from behind your leg. “His name is actually Florian Atlas Munteanu, but having two Florian’s in one house can get confusing so he goes by Atlas,” Florian answers with a small laugh, playing with one of Atlas’ curls.

“Ohh such a pretty name for a handsome boy! If you want, you can go find your seat and talk with the other kids while I talk with your parents,” Mrs. Bloom smiled, bending down to talk to Atlas. Looking up at the both of you, he squeezed your hands a bit tighter, signaling how he didn’t want to move from his spot between you and Florian.

“It’s ok love, you can go find your seat,” you smile squatting down next to him. “Remember what we talked about last night.” “That everything will be ok,” he responds looking down at his feet. “But what if they don’t like me?,” Atlas whispered in your ear, nearly making your heart break and take him home at that moment, forgetting about the first day of school.

“Then they’re crazy because you are the smartest, funniest, kindest, and coolest kid that they’ll ever meet,” you smile as you whisper back in his ear. Appreciating your mini pep talk, he hugs your neck and kisses your cheek before turning to Florian to do the same and going to find his desk.

“I take it you must be Florian 1,” she smiles shaking Florian’s hand before turning towards you. “And your name dear?”

“Y/N. Nice to meet you Mrs. Bloom,” you smile shaking her hand as well. “Nice to meet you both! Just to let you know, today will be pretty light as far as teaching, and homework is rarely given unless it’s unfinished classwork,” she explains taking turns looking at both you and Florian. “Were there any questions you had for me, or any information I needed to know about Atlas?”

“I don’t think we have any questions, but I do have a list of secondary phone numbers just in case something happens and for some reason you can’t get either one of us,” you mention handing her the folded up sheet of paper from your pocket. “And these are 2 of his uncle’s numbers too if you can’t get anyone on the list,” Florian adds handing the teacher a piece of paper with Masias’ and Sandro’s number on it.

“Ok thank you, I’ll keep these in his file. I guess if there’s nothing else then I’ll see both of you this afternoon!,” she smiles before you all say your goodbyes. Taking one last look at Atlas before you guys leave, you see him sitting at his desk talking with one of his classmates and coloring.

“Just wait until you get to the car, then you can cry all you want,” you repeat to yourself trying to hold back your tears. Holding onto Florian’s arm as you guys walk out the classroom, you hear a light knock on the window causing both of you to turn around to see Atlas holding up a sign that he colored saying “I LOVE YOU!,” and waving at the both of you.

Waving back at him, you wait until he turns around to go back to his seat and continue his conversation with his new friend before you bury your head in Florian’s chest, fully sobbing in the middle of the hallway. “It’s ok love, we’ll see him in a few hours. Please don’t cry,” he whispers as he rubs up and down your back trying to soothe you.

“First drop off?,” you hear a man ask Florian to which he nods, still holding you and rubbing your back. “I understand, been there three times,” he softly laughs before handing Florian tissues and patting him on the shoulder. “It’s gonna be alright guys.”

Thanking the man, you expected for Florian to hand you the tissues, but was caught off guard to hear his sniffles and him blowing his nose. Looking up, you see him wiping tears from his red eyes and off his equally red cheeks making your heart melt.

“Aww babe, you’re crying too,” you softly laugh wiping the drops of tears that still sat on his beard. “Yea I know I’m a big softy,” he lightly chuckles wiping the tears from your eyes as well.

“And there’s nothing wrong with that. You’re my big softy and I love you for that,” you smile taking his hands to kiss his knuckles. “I love you too. Now we might want to leave before Atlas sees us, or we get judged more than we already have been,” Florian laughs as you both walk out of the school hand in hand.

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prinţ: prince

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