tequila ; s. paulson one - shots

origami (l. winters)

"I'm telling you, Lana, you're doing fine, just tuck your fingers in gently and then try to pry it open, then flatten it out."

"Fuck, no, I can't, Y/N," the brunette beside you whined, hands fumbling with the small piece of paper, which was supposed to be a crane, but had ended up as a little red shapeless figure, "How do you do that?"

"Practice, Lana," you chuckled, smoothing out the creases in your red crane, "I wasn't this good when I started."

Leaning her head on the couch behind you, she sighed frustratedly, "Why did I sign up for this?"

"You saw me folding some flowers and asked me to teach you how to make it?" nonchalantly placing your finished crane next to some purple lilies you had made, you took a new sheet of paper from the pile and gave it to your girlfriend, "Now let's try again, Winters. Fold them diagonally both ways."

"Okay, okay," she mumbled, successfully following the first steps, "Then I fold them down into a diamond, right?"

Nodding your head, you started to make another figure along with her, "Now, you fold the sides of the diamond to the center like that, then unfold. Make sure that you do both sides, and then fold the top down on it."

"Like that?" the older woman asked, showing you her paper.

"Yup," you answered, smiling, "Then the hard part, you pull the topmost layer up and then flatten it out into a diamond."

With her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth, you watched Lana concentrating very very hard on trying not to tear the wings off the poor bird. The moment she was able to finally flatten it out, even if it was slightly messy, you grinned and gave each other a high five.

"Now do the other side and we can move on to the next step," you said, making your girlfriend pout but go back to her work.

Folding it down, she raised her arms in triumph, "Fuck, yes! Now what's next?"

"You fold these over, then fold that to the center," you instructed, folding it as you spoke, "Do it first and then we can move on."

You watched her amusedly as she did it with laser focus, still kinda messy but nonetheless correct, "Then you pull these up here, then bend this and fold those. Then you're done."

"Wow, did I just, like, I don't know, finish an origami figure?" she asked you, staring in disbelief at her red, slightly injured crane.

"Yes, you did, love, congratulations," with a kiss to her head, you took her finished work and placed it next to yours, "Now let me finish these flowers, so we can hang them up."

"What are the flowers for, though?" she inquired, leaning her head on your shoulder, "And how are you going to hang them up?"

Folding a blue lily, you took the fairy lights that was sitting on the coffee table and started to poke the small bulbs through the flowers, "With these lights, duh."

"Can I help?" unraveling the coiled lights, she took the liberty of securing the ones you had attached with tape, "Where are you going to hang this?"

"On our bedframe, I'm sick of tripping over things at night," you giggled, continuing to string the flowers, "Plus it'll make our room look more romantic."

You could hear Lana scoff from beside you, "Why would we need our room to look romantic?"

Attaching the last flower, you put down the fairy lights and looked over at your girlfriend, still securing the lilies, "Well, Lana Banana, I always wanted some pretty lights in my room. When I was younger, I shared a room with siblings so I couldn't personalize my space. So now, that we're stuck here at home, I decided to make this, it's a now-or-never thing."

"Huh," she sounded thoughtful, "Well, it looks great, do you want me to attach it to the bed or do you want to do it?"

"I'll do it, love," you said, kissing her cheek lightly, "but I could use some help."

The two of you worked in comfortable silence, wrapping the long string of lights over the bedframe and when you had finished, you stepped back and allowed Lana to turn it on, illuminating the room in soft, variously colored light.

"It's so pretty," you said, staring at your handiwork.

"It is, but you're still prettier," she replied with a soft kiss on your head.

"Don't be cheesy, Winters."

"You love me."

"Of course I do."

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