❝ What about me? I feel like every moment I'm in this place, a little piece of me is dying.❞
✧ᝢ ❪ Fraser Wilson x Fem!Reader ❫ ᝢ✧
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Everything all at once
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐇, 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑, Maggie and you were in the kitchen , seated at the table—expect for Maggie—eating Honey Nut Cheerios. Sarah was busy on her phone drinking coffee.
You were eating your second bowl already while Maggie was washing the dishes "why do you keep buying this honey flavored shit?" Fraser asked swirling his spoon around, playing with his food "It turns the milk the shade of beige" He continued looking at the cereal uninterested.
"Maggie why do you buy the Honey Nut Cheerios?" Sarah asked her wife not taking her eyes off her phone. "I thought you'd like the golden box" Maggie exclaimed wiping her soaked hands with a blue hand towel .
Maggie placed the towel on the table before walking away, "don't forget you have a meeting with the Italian Gala delegation this afternoon" Sarah informed her looking up at her direction gaining Maggie's attention.
Maggie stopped and turned back "I can't. I have to help with the new arrivals today," she explained "You can't spare an hour to save your wife's behind?" Sarah question her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion sadness lace in her voice.
Fraser leaned back in his chair eyeing the two his brown eyes then shifted to you as you finished your bowl, it has been a little awkward between the two of you since that night but not as much or. . . so you thought.
You saw a faint pink blush on Fraser's cheeks and of course he tried to cover it up by playing with his chain and putting In his mouth—chewing it—but his eyes still fixated on you.
Fraser wore a brown futuristic teenagers cotton jersey sweatshirt, with a blue and white square patterned boxers , along with his silver curb chain and silver ball chain and finally regular plain white socks .
While you were wearing (nighttime/daytime shirt choice), (jeans/shorts/sweatpants choice) and (socks/barefoot/slippers). You hair was up in (high pony tail/low ponytail/or down)
Maggie looked down for second before leaning in and giving Sarah an apologetic kiss before walking away.
Sarah then got up and went over to Fraser; kissing his forehead and messing with his hair, his hair which is now disheveled "I love the smell of that hair," she exclaimed.
The teen visibly deflates slightly before a soft smile forms over his lips. Sarah smiled and then made her way over to you; kissing your forehead and then your cheek she then started Ruffling your hair playfully.
