Introduction (Please Read!):

Just a collection of one-shot fluff stories written about the relationships between an OC and Spain, not in chronological order. Each story revolves around three Spanish words that do not necessarily relate to each other. This is a sample of what one looks like. Please send me three words with a review, in Spanish or English, and I will try my best to create a story using those three words as the focus. No curse or sex words please, those suggestions will be ignored; the highest the rating will be is T.

Note: Querida means dear and will be an unrelated word in a lot of chapters

La ropa: The clothes

El agotamiento: The exhaustion

Los ojos: The eyes

At the fringes of her consciousness, Faith Carriedo could hear the sound of water splattering down somewhere, and she slowly tried to pull herself out of her trance-like state. She was spread out on the rug at the floor of the flat she shared with her husband, Antonio, waiting for him to come out of the shower, and was absolutely exhausted. After a long day of working a double shift at the Carriedo Restaurante, her feet were ready to fall off, and her eyes no longer had the will to stay open. But just because the day was over didn't mean that the work was. In the Carriedo household, Tuesdays equaled wash days.

Washing was a time-consuming chore that took up more energy than Faith thought she had. In the majority of the houses and flats Spain, there were no dryers, just a massive indoor clothesline that one had to rig up every time they did wash. And unfortunately, their flat was apart of that majority. To add insult to injury, having company over on Wednesday was next to impossible, unless you didn't mind them seeing your underwear as it slowly dried.

Finally the water shut off for good, signalling that Antonio was done in the shower. He was probably just as tired as she was, Faith thought. After all, he did get to the restaurant even earlier than she did around 10 in the morning to prepare for the lunch crowd, and not coming home until the place was closed at midnight with her. The creak of the old bathroom door alerted Faith to the fact that he was out of the bathroom. With a sigh, she quickly got up, the only way she figured she would ever leave her not-so-comfortable resting spot, and headed back. Unfortunately, this speedy wake-up meant that she was greeted with the sight of her husband's naked butt as he dashed back to the bedroom.

Nothing she hadn't seen before, they were married after all, but still, it was an unexpected sight. She couldn't help the strangled squeal that sprung out of her mouth. Antonio just laughed.

"Toni!"

"Querida, there aren't any clean towels!"

"Ugh, don't remind me!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's Tuesday Toni."

"Wait it's Tuesday! Oh yeah, we got in a shipment of fresh fruit at the restaurant today," he said while yawning loudly. Faith couldn't resist rolling her eyes to the ceiling as she gathered up the dirty clothes bag. Sometimes her husband could be so clueless.

"Yes, and Tuesday is wash day."

"Oh. Do you want some help?"

Faith finished gathering up the laundry and turned to head out the bathroom door. "I don't think there-," she said, before smacking right into Antonio's chest. He had braced himself up against the doorway, his hands over his head leaning against the top of the frame, this time fully clothed. However, nothing could hide the contours of his arms, muscular from lifting heavy bags of food for the restaurant.

"Ow."

"Sorry. C'mon, let me help." Faith shrugged and handed him the bag, or at least tried to. His arms were still pushing up on the top of the door jam, and the bag ended up sandwiched in between them as Antonio leaned in toward his wife. Faith tried to stifle a yawn, her eyes closing and opening quickly, as she raised her eyebrows in appreciation.

"Bet we can't make it to the laundry room without using our hands," Antonio dared with a smirk, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. He released his hands from the top of the door and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Faith stopped another yawn as she smiled and she wrapped her arms around Antonio's waist, and leaned her face against the bag and his chest, closing her eyes. It was like a turtle shell, sheltered from the cold apartment and dark enough to fall asleep in. The two walked slowly back to the laundry closet.

"Ok we're here Faith."

"Five more minutes," she mumbled.

"When we're done you can sleep all you want. Faith Carriedo just has the late shift tomorrow, and only the late shift."

"Really?" Faith said, as she looked up at Antonio, eyes wide. There it was, that smile that she loved staring down at her.

"Yeah, well, I just happen to know the person who owns the restaurant quite well, and he was working on the scheduling while I was cleaning up and I decided to put in a good word for Faith." He shrugged and separated himself from their warm embrace, placing the laundry bag down as he went to grab the clothesline. "Don't tell her," he whispered over his shoulder, "but I totally have a crush on her."

"Oh really," Faith said, playing along, as she began loading the clothes and the detergent into the washer. "A crush on Faith?"

"Yep. There is something about her. I don't know what it is, but I just..." he sighed dramatically as he worked on the apparatus. "I think I'm in love!"

"You need to call Francis. You know I'm no good at this kind of advice." The whites were finally all in the machine. Now only a 40 minute wait until they were done...and then it was time to do the color load.

"I know what I would do right now, if she were right here," he pondered, as he walked away from the finished spider web and towards his wife. Faith felt his arms spinning her around to face him, before lifting her up onto the top of the washing machine, as her stomach dropped. She loved her husband, she really did, she did not have any energy for any shenanigans tonight. Antonio's voice dropped as he whispered in her ear, "I'd kiss her like this." Gently he leaned back a bit, and kissed her at the corners of her eyes. He leaned back and looked into her eyes. "She looks a little tired."

Faith exhaled, feeling tears prick the corner of her eyes. She gave a big smile to her husband, relief seeping through. "Thank you Antonio" she whispered. His eyes crinkled up and he let her down off the washer.

The two dozed against the washer until the wash is done, waking up to of course hang up the whites and to load in the colors, and then when the colors were done, they too were hung up. When all was done they went back to the bedroom, turning out the lights as they went, hand in hand. Snuggling together, the two shared one last tired smile, one last crinkle of the eyes, before closing them and surrendering to sleep.

A/N: Well I'm back to writing Fanfiction with another series. This time I have some more parameters, so hopefully it will turn out better than the last one.

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Happy 2015 everyone! Te Amo Amigos de internet!