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topsyturvy-turtely · 7 months

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an almost whisper

prompt "whisper" by @onesmallfamily

highly inspired by this gif by @phoenix27884:

a/n: hey! i wanted to at least do ONE prompt of the 30 day sherlock september challenge. here is my ficlet of yesterday, because seriously- i fell asleep while writing it 😅

ps: so sorry bout the no uppercase letters, as said i was very tired for half of this (and lazy for the second)

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sherlock was sitting across from him. from john watson. what a gorgeous man he was. gray silky hair - combed back, a dark blue jumper that looked ridiculously endearing on him... his doctor hadn't had time to shave this morning and sherlock was currently trying to gauge how many colour shades you could see in john's beard. one, two, three...

the beard moved. well not the beard itself but the lips that sat between the beard.

what would it feel like to-

"sherlock, did you hear me?"

the asked man raised his eyebrows. had he heard him? "still caught up on the case, i fear."

"you solved it. what's there to think about?"

his john. asking just the right questions. unfortunately they were rather uncomfortable right this moment, considering sherlock had been thinking about and staring at john's facial hair...

topic change. "how was dinner?"

"delicious. pity you didn't have any."

"eating..."

"... slows you down, i know, i know.", john said, but there was an amused grin on his lips. for some reason sherlock had to look away to catch himself. john smiling at him like that, it did something to him. something that hits way further inside than just into his heart.

he sensed john leaning back and stretching his face up to the sun. sherlock simply had to turn his gaze back onto him. the sun highlighted the few blond strands left and the red undertone in john's beard... it accentuated the wrinkles, that sherlock loved, because they reflect just how real john is. the detective then realized he was staring again and looked away. pretending to focus on the people around him, maybe deducing them. in reality every sense was directed at john. he heard him move, sensed his body being closer to his, smelt a hint of the coffee john had drunk, saw him putting his chin into his hand out of the corner of his eye.

he felt john staring now. sherlock decided it was safe to glare back at him. and was swept off his feet, well he was sitting, but he was still overwhelmed by john's expression. there was so much adoration, fascination and out of a lack of better words - love in his eyes.

sherlock had to smile back at him. he felt his face getting hotter. john - without saying a word - made him feel special.

john's gaze never left his and then exclaimed, barely above a whisper, "i'd like to kiss you." it was out of the blue, but it felt like the perfect timing.

what happened next felt natural, like they were actors who were acting according to a script: sherlock stood up leaned over the small table and placed his lips on john's.

the kiss was over soon, but they both knew it was just the first of uncountables.

a smile, a hand sneaking into his, looks speaking more than words.

on that day just like that, with that tiny almost-whisper and their promising first kiss they stopped being augend and addend and began being a sum.

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nahoney22 · 6 months

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Honeybunch, my beloved 💚💚💚

Congratulations on your 4,000 followers!!! That's so amazing, and you deserve so many more for your talented writing 🥰

You were one of my earlier moots when I joined Tumblr and entered The Clone Wars fandom. You've been so kind to me and helped me get started writing my first reader fic! I'll always be grateful for your advice and encouragement you gave me 🥺

So, here I am, super excited to be part of your 4,000 follower celebration 🤩

I'm sending in my first request! I restled with this one because I couldn't decide which clone I wanted, so you may see me again in your ask box 😁

I have to choose my beloved Fives for this one 💙 He will always be my favorite.

SFW, please, and I'm thinking of some super fluffy vibes, but not overly sappy.

I don't know if you've seen the movie Elemental, but the way Wade looks at Ember with just this awestruck and dumbfounded face is what I'm thinking. He just thinks everything she does is amazing and that she is amazing.

A couple prompts that I saw that fit this are: "You're a beautiful person, inside and out", "sometimes I look at you and wonder how I got so lucky", "everytime I see you, I fall in love all over again", and "you take my breath away".

I hope this is enough information to evoke the vibe I'm thinking of 😅

As always, feel free to toss out my ask if it's not vibing with you! If it is a vibe, then I can't wait to see what you come up with 🤩 Take all the time you need! I'm in no rush 😊

Please and thank you, with love 💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

4000 Prompt List Celebration

Fives X F!Reader

word count: 682

SFW

prompts:

“You take my breath away.”

“Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again.”

warnings: none, fluff! Established relationship, female reader.

authors note: BESTIE! Thank you for sending this request in. It’s a little short but I hope it’s sweet enough (not too smushy)

Wiping the sweat from your brow, the noonday surge of customers had hit your cozy little bakery with the force of an oncoming train. As patrons snatched up every delectable morsel you had to offer, you swiftly replenished the counter, meticulously tidied the tables, and swept the floor in anticipation of the next wave of customers.

With a sigh of relief, you stretched your fatigued muscles, but a knock at the window immediately seized your attention. A wide smile graced your lips as you locked eyes with your boyfriend, Fives.

You signaled for him to enter, and with the shop now relatively tranquil, housing only a couple of patrons tucked away in a corner, you leaped into his arms. He spun you around, both of you enveloped in joyful laughter.

"Hey, babe," he chuckled, gently placing you back on solid ground and leaving a tender kiss on your lips. "Are you busy?"

"Not anymore," you beamed, moving back behind the counter, and gesturing to the array of delectable confections. "Just survived the lunch rush. Hungry?"

"That depends," he said with a mischievous grin, "is it on the house?"

"For you? Never."

He rolled his eyes and playfully leaned his arms on the counter. "Oh, how you wound me, pretty girl.”

Responding with a mischievous smile, you swiftly turned around and fetched a bag of treats that you had thoughtfully prepared in advance. You were well aware that Fives had been spending a lot of time patrolling the streets of Coruscant lately (whether it was to escape duty and visit your workplace was a matter of speculation). So, you had taken it upon yourself to assemble a bag of sweet delights for him.

Placing the bag on the counter, you folded your arms smugly across your chest as he raised a curious eyebrow and peered inside. Instantly, a grin lit up his face, and he leaned closer to you. "Have I ever told you that every time I see you, I fall in love all over again?"

Matching his stance, you leaned over your side of the counter. "All the time."

"And my point will forever stand," he declared, stealing a quick kiss before straightening up and tucking the bag under his arm. "I see you've even packed something for Jesse... should I be jealous?"

"Not at all," you laughed, sensing his feigned offense. "It saves you two from getting reprimanded if you're caught coming in here. Again," you reminded him with a knowing look.

Sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck, his mind drifting back to the memory of Obi-Wan catching him and Jesse indulging in secret snacks in the back corner of the bakery. They had received an earful, but if it meant seeing you, he'd willingly go through it all over again. "In that case, I should shoot off."

You walked around the counter and approached him, extending your arms, and he didn't hesitate to pull you into a warm, tight embrace. After a moment, he released you, cupped your cheeks, and sighed almost dreamily.

"You take my breath away," he cooed, playfully squishing your cheeks before sharing a gentle kiss with you. You couldn't help but giggle against his prolonged and unbroken kiss, pushing on his shoulders until he stumbled back, acting dazed and spinning around like a lovesick character in an animated holofilm. Idiot.

"I'll see you soon," he called from the door, giving you a quick wave.

Before he completely departed, he turned to steal one last glance at you, his gaze filled with unmistakable affection. His feelings were genuine; he had never adored anyone as deeply as he adored you. Your presence made his heart race uncontrollably, and a constant smile seemed to have taken residence on his face. Even during work, his thoughts were consumed by you.

You caught him staring and asked, "What are you gawking at?"

"Someone beautiful," he replied with a heartfelt sincerity, his eyes locked onto yours.

As he eventually disappeared from sight, you couldn't help but think that you should probably prepare another bag of treats, just in case.

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soft-for-yoongi · 5 months

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5 times BTS thought Jungkook was throwing up + the one time he actually is

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretaker: ot7, each have their individual sections

Tw: gagging, mentions of nausea, vom**, puking, dizziness

Word count: 1,469

Okay... here me out it's a little different from what I usually do, but please let me know what you think!! 🙏 oh and which member was your favourite?? 🤩

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Namjoon

Jungkook looks adorable, Namjoon thinks as he snaps a photo of the youngest— asleep on the couch in his studio. It wasn't uncommon for the members to relax there, but Jungkook definitely does it the most. Just as Namjoon sends the photo to their group chat, Jungkook wakes with a groan. He stretches before a hand covers his mouth.

Namjoon looks at him, Jungkook's eyes are half lidded and hazy, hand on his month. Wait. Namjoon grabs the trash can under his desk, quickly holding it in front of Jungkook. The youngest takes the bin with a furrowed brow, then erupts with a sneeze, "HIHSH'Ew, ugh. Sorry." Jungkook mumbles, still sleepy. "What's this for?" He adds, lifting the bin slightly.

Namjoon looks at him blankly, "Oh, thank goodness, you're okay. I thought you were about to vomit," Namjoon laughs, half-heartedly because it has happened before, and you can never be too prepared. "Jeeze, hyung, you worry too much." Jungkook giggles.

Seokjin

Jin was peacefully cooking in the kitchen, making one of their go-to's, but still a favourite. The occasional member swings by sometimes to check in and help for a bit, which is why he wasn't surprised when the youngest walked into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and takes a water, taking a few swigs. A drop accidentally goes down the wrong hole, making Jungkook splutter and cough. He throws himself over the sink, coughing and spitting water into the drain.

Seokjin abandons the veggies he was cutting and starts rubbing Jungkook's back, "you okay, Jungkook-ah?" Seokjin said, concerned for the younger. Jungkook nodded and swallowed, recovering from his clumsy drinking. He exhaled, "I'm okay. I swallowed funny and it went down the wrong way." Jungkook wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, Jin still rubbing his spine.

"Christ, you scared me half to death! I thought you were being sick or something." Seokjin admits, dramatically holding his heart. Jungkook chuckled, realising the misunderstanding, "sorry, hyung. I'm fine, I promise." Jungkook replies, earning a sigh and fluffing of his hair from Seokjin.

Hoseok

Put Jungkook with his Hoseokie-hyung and there's bound to be chaos. They were originally practising together, but somehow, it turned into a pirouette competition? Hoseok went first, and he'd say he was pretty graceful, remembering to point his toes as he spun around. Jungkook's high-pitched laugh rang in the air as he held his phone up, recording Hoseok. "Aish!" He exclaimed, "wow, that was hard." Hoseok stopped spinning, after doing approximately 4 turns, again, pretty impressive if you ask him.

"Jungkookie, your turn!" Hoseok beams, quickly flipping out his phone and recording as Jungkook takes the spotlight. He spins in quick succession, one, two, three, four, five?? Jungkook laughs at the very Hoseok-like noises as he films. Jungkook slows down and ends up victorious with 7 turns. Woah, he's kinda dizzy though. Jungkook pants, hand on his knee and arm to his middle.

"Wahhh, Jungkookie!... Hey, you feeling okay?" Hoseok ends the video, jogging to the youngest. He places a hand on his back, heart dropping. "Yeah- just dizzy." Jungkook laughs, straightening up to look at his hyung. "Are you about to puke?" Hoseok blurts, eyes starting to scan for a rubbish bin. "What? No, gosh. I'm fine Hobi-hyung," Jungkook breaks into high-pitched laughter, soon joined by the elder.

Taehyung

Taehyung has an arm wrapped around Jungkook's shoulder, both sharing a blanket as they stare intently at the tv, playing an action movie. Taehyung knew the youngest loved them, but couldn't get as immersed as he could. Thus why when Jungkook made sniffly noises and put a hand over his mouth to stop from sobbing, Taehyung was very confused. And very worried. He had been paying attention and nothing too dramatically sad was happening (he thinks), so what's wrong with Jungkook???

"Jungkookie?" Taehyung holds Jungkook's cheek, body turned to face him. Jungkook looks towards his lap, a little embarrassed, his hand the only thing keeping him from audibly sobbing. "Are you getting sick or something? Your cheeks are pink." Taehyung worries, using his phone light to illuminate Jungkook's face. He sees the shaky fingers cupped over his mouth and assumes the worst. "Do you feel nauseous?" The singer questions.

Jungkook bubbles with a laugh, tears still coming out of his eyes. "I-I'm okay, Taehyungie-hyung." Jungkook uses his sleeve to wipe his eyes, blinking back a couple more and taking some deep breaths. "How are you not sad? Iron man died." Jungkook pouts, maybe Taehyung wasn't paying as much attention as he thought. "I was more worried about you. It looked like you were gonna be sick!" Taehyung frets, pulling the youngest into a hug to calm both himself and Jungkook.

Yoongi

Jungkook sqints at the toilet. It's shiny and looking better already! He'd noticed some dust and decided he'd do a good deed and clean the toilet. Pretty normal thing to do, if you ask Jungkook. Though, Yoongi didn't see it that way when he first walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was half lit and he'd taken his contacts out already. He scans the youngest, who's squated in front of the toilet.

"Kook?" Yoongi says, suddenly next to him and rubbing his back. He's on his toes, ready to grab some pepto or another member. The youngest turns around to look at the older, a confused look on his face. "Do you want some water?" Yoongi offers, wiping his eyes tiredly. Jungkook is still confused as to what his hyung is doing.

"I'm okay, hyung," Jungkook replies. He is enjoying having his back rubbed though, he will admit. "Have you been sick?" Yoongi asks, although the toilet does look oddly clean. "What? Hyung, I'm cleaning the toilet, not throwing up," Jungkook breaks into laughter, clapping his hands. "Oh my bad, good work Kook-ah." Yoongi smiles, "you had me worried."

Jimin

Jimin looks over at the youngest from his position on the couch. Jungkook's face is puffy and he's got two pieces of toast in front of him. Plain toast. No butter, no jam, nothing. They've only got a recording session later this evening, so usually Jungkook works himself quite an impressive appetite even though it's only breakfast. He watches the youngest cringe with each bite, looking like he's zoning out.

He turns off his phone to pay more attention to Jungkook. He sees the younger's face twinge in discomfort or pain—he can't quite tell—and then move a hand under the table to place on his belly. Gotcha. Jimin's mood drops and he walks over to Jungkook, placing a hand on his back. Jungkook doesn't even resist the touch, not bothering to put up a facade as he pushes his plate away, resting his forehead on the table.

"Not feeling the best?" Jimin asks, "I feel sick." Jungkook replies and the dancer hums sympathetically. Jimin slides in the seat next to him, concern apparent on his face. "Kook, do you know what's upsetting you?" Jimin frowns worriedly. "I don't know, hyung... my stomach hurts." Jungkook says and then registers that these are all his tell-tale signs he's about to throw up. He moans at the realisation.

"Jungkook do you need me to bring the bin over?" Jimin stills his hand on Jungkook's back, able to hear the younger's stomach throwing a fit from where he's sitting. Jungkook lifts his head enough to give Jimin a nod. With haste, Jimin grabs the trash can from in the kitchen and brings it back. Jungkook takes the bin and lets it rest in his lap, staring at the meager contents and feeling his stomach churn unhappily.

Jimin can see goosebumps on Jungkook's arms and wishes relief for him so badly. Seeing the youngest pale and quiet, makes Jimin want to switch places with him. The weight of anticipation is soon ended when Jungkook coughs lightly and then breaks out into gags, bringing the bin right up to his face. "Deep breaths, Kook." Jimin says, worry etched onto his face.

Jungkook can only hiccup and release strained breaths, not quite what Jimin wants right now. "Hyung— I'm g-gonna throw up—" Jungkook whimpers, back arching into a 'c' as he retches productively. Jimin pats his back nervously, eyeing the bathroom door, considering relocating the sick maknae.

Gags fill Jungkook's ears and the smell of his previous toast is enough to make him go green in the face. Jungkook tries to focus on the hand on his back and the massaging of his neck but his stomach clearly has other plans. The organ squeezes harshly at every move Jungkook makes, forcing bill up his throat. "I hate this, hyung..." Jungkook mumbles, hugging the bin close.

"Yeah, being sick is no fun, it's a good thing you're healthy." Jimin kisses the singer's hair, "most of the time."

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matt-h3w · 3 months

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This mans is so ✨Fine✨ I can't! 😭😭 Annywaysss..... I'm currently stuck on Billy Hargrove fluff, because that shit make me Ahh! You know? (Also it's an actual recipe y'all, if you wanna make cookies 😅) idgaf if you're not ticklish in this you are okay? Okay.

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Imagine you making cookies with Billy tho 🤩🤩

I try to keep references to gender regarding the reader out of the writing because I want any and all genders to be able to read, unless it's requested other wise. Swear warnings

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Billy decided to show up to your house, the only give away that he was even there was the loud sound of his car engine. Other than that, he was completely unannounced, no heads up, no "hey are you free?" Just drove his happy ass to your place because he felt like it. You were in the middle of looking for a decent cookie recipe when you heard him driving down your street. You were already at the door by the time he pulled up into your driveway.

He didn't even get a chance to knock before you opened the door. Giving him a glare, though you both knew damn well you were being more playful than pissed. "Should have called me first Hargrove" you spoke in an angry tone that was very much not genuine. "Ouch, last name basis today babe?" He joked right along with you. He intentionally put emphasis on the word babe because it always made your face heat up.

You two had an odd relationship, you acted like you were together, dates, kisses, 'I love you', but he'd still sleep around. You knew the only reason for it being open ended was because he was scared that if he made it something serious, it'd hurt more to lose you. You weren't saying that it didn't hurt a little bit, hell it hurts a lot that he wouldn't risk the commitment. But you understood why he had that fear.

"You gonna let me in, or are we going to stand here all day sweetheart?" He said, looking at you with those eyes, the eyes that could be and are your downfall. The blue of then makes the sky jealous. They were mesmerizing pools of ice that you'd let yourself get trapped in. You stepped out of his way, inviting him inside. You always noticed the way he seemed to relax when he was with you. The tension between his broad shoulders immediately disappearing.

"Want to help me make cookies?" Your voice was soft, it almost always was when you talked to him, unless you were teasing each other with snarky comments or sarcastic banter. All he did was look at you, pulling you closer, a small but genuine smile gracing his lips and it made you a flustered mess. "Babe, I will always, always, want to do something if it means I get to spend time with you." His voice came out in a deep soothing tone.

You smiled back at him, then placed a kiss on his cheek, and sure he appreciated that, he wasn't fully satisfied, so when you pulled back, he pulled you back in giving you a gentle kiss on the lips. If your face wasn't red already it definitely was now. He always managed to make you blush no matter how long you two were together.

You pulled away from his embrace, returning to your spot in the kitchen, the Californian boy trailing after you, like a lost puppy. He truly was a golden retriever when it came to it. For one, he followed you around, even when you walked around aimlessly (found that out the hard way) and for two well... His hair, Golden curls that made sunsets in Malibu jealous. The natural wave of it challenged even the best of surfing tides.

"Wanna help me find a recipe?" You asked, looking at him, as you rested your elbows on the island counter. He shrugged, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you from behind. "We can do whatever you'd like" is voice was smooth, like velvet. That's it, velvet cookies, but blue instead of red because red was too basic and predictable. You found yourself flipping through the book till you found it, smiling proudly to yourself.

"Red Velvet?" He asked, with a small chuckle "No, they're gonna be blue" you replied with a snippy tone "My bad, my bad, Blue Velvet, sorry darling" his face was now buried in the crook of your neck as he laughed. "Are you laughing at me?!" The obviously over dramatic tone was purely just to pick on him. "No, nope, Nuh uh, I would never" he continued to laugh, causing you to roll your eyes.

You once again pulled away from his grasp, which he didn't seem to happy about, but you started to gather ingredients. "Babe, can you read the ingredients?" You asked as you opened a cupboard grabbing mixing bowls.

"Yeah, uhm, two and one fourths cups of all-purpose flour, two and a half tablespoons of cocoa powder, one and a half teaspoon cornstarch, three fourths teaspoon of baking soda, one half teaspoon of salt. Eight tablespoons or one stick unsalted butter, six tablespoons of vegetable shortening, one and a half cups granulated sugar, one large egg , one large egg yolk, one and a half teaspoons of white vinegar, one and a half teaspoons pure vanilla extract, food coloring preferably gel, White chocolate chips" he read off the list, he didn't stutter or falter, he read it over smoothly, which was quite impressive.

He read it slow enough that you could gather the ingredients as he went. "I said ingredients, not how much of each, but thank you" you teased, kissing his cheek. "You're just upset I can read better than you can" he jibbed back before giving you an actual kiss, his lips pressed against yours, his hands going to your hips. Once he pulled away, you stuck out your tongue in annoyance. He knew he had won.

The two of you grabbed the proper measuring utensils, not wanting to make any unnecessary clean up. "Okay instructions.... Do, do, do, do" you look over the page sorting the ingredients, dry and wet putting them next to their respective bowls. "You should probably start by preheating the oven" he said, smirking at your behavior. "ever heard of Mise en Place?" You said. "Nerd?" He replied, getting an eye roll in return.

He went to the oven, preheating it to three hundred seventy five degrees fahrenheit. (For people that use Celsius it's about 190 degrees) "okay says we have to line our baking sheets with silicone baking mats then set then aside, but you don't own silicone baking mats so, parchment paper?" He said, obviously guessing on what to use for the replacement. "It also doesn't say what sizes baking sheets or how many so, we'll just have to guess" he grabbed parchment paper, and baking sheets from where you set them. The metal of them making a soft clanging sound when they hit the counter.

You leaned over, reading the next instructions out loud "In a small bowl, combine the flour, cocoa powder, cornstarch, baking soda, and salt... Well the bowl isn't really small, but it'll work" you shrugged, you were using a medium sized mixing bowl putting the ingredients listed on the instructions in, at the instructed amounts. "Hey babe, how much is this supposed to make?" Your voice filled his ears, for some reason it made his heart flutter hearing you refer to him as Babe, "uh-," he quickly checked the yield listed at the top "Two dozen" once again he received a kiss on the cheek.

It was moments like these that made him want to commit to you fully, but he was too scared of losing you completely and it hurting more if he did. "I love you" he whispered out, he didn't even realize he said it, but you definitely heard it. "I love you too Billy" when he realized that he had spoken his thoughts out loud he looked embarrassed, but relaxed when you pulled his close, smiling at him, sharing a soft kiss. He pressed deeper into the kiss, holding you tighter. The oven beeped, signalling it was done preheating, interrupting the moment between you two.

You continued baking, this time he was holding onto you, snuggling his face against your neck. Kissing you every so often whether it was on your cheek, your neck, the top of your head, your shoulder, or your lips, he was showering you with affection. You finished mixing the dry ingredients, pushing them to the side, so they were out of your way. "Okay, with an electric hand mixer, cream together the butter, shortening, and sugar for five minutes. Add in the egg, egg yolk, vinegar, and vanilla and mix for three to five more minutes until smooth and creamy. Add in the food coloring, a tiny bit at a time, until your desired hue is reached." Billy held the bowl still while I mixed it, "Babe, maybe turn the speed down" he spoke, the speed on the mixer was higher than it probably should have been, which was why it was hard to mix and keep the bowl still with one hand for each.

"shhhh, it's faster this way" you mumbled earning a chuckle from the boy behind you. His arms were on either side, caging you in as he held the bowl because you didn't care enough to actually try to keep it still. "Pewp, bloop, blue.... More blue.... Do you think this is enough blue?" you looked back at him, then at the very blue cookie batter. "Yes, it is definitely blue enough" he pressed a kiss on the side of your head, lips trailing down to your neck in an affectionate manner. "Billy..." You whispered receiving only a hum in response.

The feeling of his breath hitting your neck tickled, causing you to move away a bit while a soft squeal. "Billy, that tickles" "yeah? You know what else will tickle?" You knew what he was gonna do, instinctively shutting off the mixer wrapping your arms around yourself to try to create a barrier between him and and your sides. He managed to slide his fingers between spaces that your arms didn't cover, tickling you.

"Ahh- no Billy stop!" You squeaked, trying not to laugh. He continued to tickle you, he had learned how to tell when you genuinely couldn't handle being tickled anymore so he stop. You tried to catch your breath "you prick" you laughed softly. "You know you love me sweetheart" he said holding you close. "Yeah, yeah whatever" you teased, before continuing to finish the cookies. "Add in the dry ingredients and mix on low until combined." The recipe said "Using a 1 and 1/2 tbsp cookie scoop, scoop cookies onto prepared baking sheets a couple inches apart. Press 8 white chocolates chips into each dough ball." "Oh fuck no" you said as you read it while mixing the dough that was started to form. "What?" Billy said clearly amused by your reaction. "It says to place the chips into the dough after making the balls, fuck that shit" you opened the white chocolate chip bag dumping a half cup into the the bowl, mixing it up. You could hear Billy laugh behind you at your antics. You started to divide the dough into balls guessing the size rather than measuring. "I can hear you laughing at me" you said while finishing a row.

"I have no clue what you're talking about" the blue eyed boy said while still laughing. "Mhm, sure" you made a face at him, scrunching your nose. You had finished the rows carefully placing the cookie sheet into the oven "Bake for 8 minutes." he said, for some reason he was still laughing, at this point you weren't sure why. Setting a timer the two of you stood on the kitchen waiting on the cookies.

He pulled you close, whispering to you "I could get used to this" "used to what?" you spoke as you leaned against him. "You, me, just us, doing whatever, it's nice" he was still whispering. "Billy what are you saying" you raised an eyebrow. He had decided in that moment to commit, to you. Fully. You were the one who stood by him, and made him want to be a better person, the one who understood his behavior, even if you didn't agree with it. "I'm saying, I want it to be you and I, It wasn't fair for me to sleep with random girls when you deserved more, you deserved something solid. I want to commit, I mean it"

You felt your heart flutter, he finally said the thing you needed to hear from him most, "about damn time" you laughed trying not to cry, pulling him into a kiss, it was gentle and loving, but this time it was different, it was the first kiss of you and him being together, actually together. It was nice. Your heart warmed, in fact your entire body felt warm, he had the same feeling spread through his body. He didn't regret his decision, he was glad he had done it.

When you pulled away you both had stupid grins, smiling like idiots in love. Because that's what you were, in love. You waited the rest of the time for the cookies to be done. When the were cool enough you shared them with a glass of milk, holding each other close.

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Dear Gods, I'm done 😭 idk why but this took me so long to finish. Goodbye have a good whatever time it is for you 😭😭

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #fluff #stranger things #x reader #soft boy hours #stranger things x reader #gn reader #fanfic #strangers to friends #friends to lovers #baking cookies #ramdom

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drowninghell · 2 years

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Hey boo!! Could I please ask for something fluffy with Raph? Maybe a first date? ♥️♥️ Love your writing!

Hey there gorgeous!! I’m so excited to write this for you! I apologise if any grammar issues slip through! I hope you enjoy!! 🤩☺️🥰

Raphael x Reader

First date scenario

Jitters

There was a cool pleasant breeze that wafted through the concrete jungle, a twinge of heat still clung to the air in a clammy musk. It was well and truly a mid summer night. The work had been long , the streets of new York always proving tricky to handle. Crime never took a night off , regardless if the red clad turtle had plans elsewhere.

The turtle in question actually had a date. He even struggled to believe it. Not that his brothers would let him forget, their relentless teasing had him a puddle of nerves by the time he was to meet up with (y/n). The muggy weather added to the nauseating anxiety. Raphael had his eye on you from the moment he met you, face to face in that dingy alley, he mistook you for someone in need of his help where in reality, the criminal needed his. You could handle yourself and god was that hot.

He’d never act on that, how could he. You where, we’ll , you. This enigmatic person that happened upon his life, leaving the big bara reeling anytime you gave him the time of day. When you haphazardly wondered into the shared gym and brass neck asked him out, he didn’t believe you. Not only did he have to choke back his failed weight rep but he choked on his own spit. A true stuttering and stammering mess.

“ nah, you don’t wanna go out with me.”

You gasped in mock horror.

“ oh? You know what I want?” A mischevious grin played on your features and in that moment he wanted to let himself hope. For such a big hulking hot head, you had him like putty in the palm of your hand.

“ this Friday, after patrol? My fire escape? “ you quirked a brow and all he could manage was a feeble nod before making himself look busy loading up the weights.

Hence how the big bara ended up here, sweat beading on his forehead, like a caged animal he paced, lumbering, muttering incoherent ramblings about how he could explain being t h I s late. In his conversation with himself , the poor brute managed to not see you scale the ladder and drag yourself up onto the roof.

A quick survey of his gargantuan behind profile, you could already tell how stressed he was, you understood, he was saving the city every night! Ofcourse there was a potential of being late. Instead of bringing attention to the fact he was late, you sat yourself on the edge of roof, legs dangling haphazardly. “ it’s such a nice night”

Man spun, eyes wide, startled like a delicate kitten, it made a breathy laugh escape your tinted lips. It was an odd sight, to see Raph like this. They where friends first, maybe this was strange for him? Perhaps he didn’t see you like.. that.

(Y/n) patted the concrete beside her , he obliged , taking a seat next to her, his much larger legs hanging off, just as her’s did. “ ya sneaking up on me now er what? “ he tried to play it off and she could see it, she rolled her eyes with a roguish playfulness. “ and you call yourself a ninja.”

There was a comfortable silence that settled over the pair, the cold breeze wafted through again, finally cooling the hot head enough to still the anxiety.

“ is this weird? For you? “ she asked curiously, placing the palms of her hands on the concrete behind her, stretching her back out and looking up at the star studded sky above. He hummed in acknowledgment before turning to look at her, brow ridge. “ Is what weird? “ he was bewildered.

A grin graced her features, rolling her head to the side she glanced up at him. “ us. I mean, we where good friends right? Did I make it well… weird.” There has always been an odd energy between Raphael and (y/n). This tension, the brush of a hand, accidental stolen touches , lingering stares across the lair.

He was confused how to answer, brow ridge furrowed in bewilderment. “ why would it be awkward?” He asked, turning his head to look back over the city he protected. Finally settling into the conversation. “ I never said awkward, I said weird. Wait! What? Is it awkward?” It was raphael’s turn to laugh, which he did heartily. It Made her eyes soften, that sound, she could listen to it all day.

“ naw! Naw it’s not awkward, jeez (y/n) it’s us, why would it be awkward or weird?” He answered, after finally stifling his laughter. She rolled her eyes, us, she liked that.

“ I like you, you know, it’s all I can think about.”

She laid her cards out, it be better to rip off the bandage , baptising of fire and all that. This time, she made her eyes avoid his, looking straight ahead. Calming that heart that threatened to thump out of her chest.

It was raphael’s turn to look shocked, eyes wide, mouth partially ajar, he didn’t know what to say, he was truly gobsmacked: however his silence didn’t go unnoticed.

Cheeks flushing in embarrassment (y/n) pushed herself to her feet before nodding, “ okay.” She said shakily, her tone curt. already her throat burned and bubbled , a mix heart ache and pure mortifying embarrassment. Spinning on her heel , the woman turned to walk off. To save face from any further mortifying feats.

Before she took less than two steps a strong, muscle lined , three digit hand took a firm yet gentle hold of her wrist, spinning her around playfully into his hard plastron. Dizzy and confused (y/n) opened her mouth to protest only to be met with the brush of lips. He kissed her, Raphael was kissing her.

She just sunk into it, moved with the motions, hands looping up around his neck. He handled her as though she was the most expensive glass in the world. Gentle and so full of care. He kissed her like he needed her, like he wanted her. Passionate and delicate in all the best ways. Goose bumps arose down her neck and she couldn’t help but smile into his lips, one he returned as he gathered her up into his strong arms.

They didn’t break until they where both panting for air, meeting eye contact the duo broke into a breathless laugh, one that was easy and warm.

“ you see, like, is all well on good, but I’m sure I love ya’”

@thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @turtle-babe83 @post-apocalyptic-daydream

#tmnt fanfiction #tmnt scenario #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #raphael tmnt #tmnt bayverse #bayverse tmnt #tmnt

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annachum · 5 months

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How did these ladies tell their S/Os that they are pregnant ( MCU )

. Pepper :

Around 2 months after rhe events of Infinity War, Pepper comes home with a new special mug set

Tony : Hey, baby! What's wirh the smiles - OH * froze and sees a new ' New Parents ' mugs that Pepper got on the way home *

Tony :.......We're pregnant? As in YOU are carrying our kid?

Pepper : * smiles * Just went to the doctor's and bought myself these mugs near the hospital.

Tony : * laughs, runs up to Pepper and showers her with kisses *

And for the next 9 months, Tony basically often insists he helps her with anything she needs ( even at times the most miniscule of tasks, yet Pepper at tomes reaffirms him she can do these by herself )

And on April 8th 2019 Morgan is born

🤩🤩🥺🥺🥺🥺

. Laura ( Imma just do Laura's first kid here ) :

Okay so around 6 months after they got married, back in 2001 ( Laura and her kiss got snapped for 5 years, okay )

So Clint is on some mission in Istanbul with several other agents

And then as he was boarding the mission plane back to New York, a medic told Clint that she got an email from Laura that Laura is pregnant

Cue Clint literally rushing to call Laura on the plane ( vis plane phone for confirmation and he was SHAKING with joy and nervousness at the confirmation )

And then at the NY Airport, Clint immediately rushes to Laura ( who was waiting for him at that air port ) and hugged her and whispered, ' I missed you and our kid, honey....', and Laura just smiled and kissed him on the lips 🤯🤯🤯🥺🥺🥺

And then on Sept 2002 Cooper Barton is born

. Nakia :

It was actually 2 months before Infinity War, and then Bucky actually helped with the announcement

Basically T'Challa was led to a goat sitting viewing by Shuri ( who also helped with the plan ) and then the Wakandan Royal Family got a group photoshoot done by Bucky

And after 3 2 1, Nakia shouts, in Xhosa, ' IM PREGNANT!! '

The entire photo group froze

And T'Challa looks at his wife for confirmation

Nakia smiled sheepishly and just showed the rest a confirmation slip on it

Cue emotional cheers and tears are exchanged around

. Hildegund : Okay basically one autumn morning in Asgard, she gifted Volstagg a special maroon wool cloak knitted ' New Dad ' in Norse on it. It was a Harvesr festival gift

Anyway, Volstagg starts blubbering at the confirmation and hugs his wife tight and kisses all over her face

And on a summer after that their Triplets are born

🤯🤯🤯🥺🥺🥺

. Anneli/Grace : Sometime before Thor 3, Anneli/Grace decided to surprise her husband Heimdall with a special gift. It's a Nordic Easter gift and she gifted her husband a pair of Asgardian baby boots ( of yellow color with wings )

Heimdall froze at receiving that gift, and then he beamed wildly at the confirmation

Cue the pair be all happy and emotional and talking about parenting and nursery related matters for the rest of the breakfast

How did Sigyn tell Loki she is pregnant with their twin boys :

. Okay so actually it was one morning in that March,

Loki and Sigyn are having breakfast in bed together at their room at Time Imperial Palace,

Sigyn actually had some staff prepare for a blueberry pie that has engravings of ' We're pregnant! ' on it

. And then Loki sees and just.....froze.

. He looks up to his wife, who just nods and smiles at him

. Loki : * slightly shaking from joy and nervousness as he held her hands * You are carrying our child.

Sigyn : * mods and smiles * Yes

Loki : We are going to be parents.

Sigyn : * beams * Yes

Loki : * gingerly played his hands onto her belly and kisses her on the lips *

. And then Sigyn shows Loki the confirmation of her pregnancy test she got from a Time Imperial doctor last night ( she planned for that birthday surprise )

. And then ofc Loki and Sigyn spent the rest of the breakfast talking about parenting and nursery plans and such

🤩🤩🤩🤩🥺🥺

. Oh and they ofc enjoyed that blueberry pie

🤩🤩🥺🥺🥺

#loki x sigyn #pepperony #tchalla x nakia #clint x laura #volstagg x hildegund #heimdall x grace #mcu hcs #mcu

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silver-ink-iron-words · 2 years

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Request for Clowning Around. In return, I present the following tale:

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away.

There was a villain, who was locked in the worst prison of all: their own mind.

They were suffering within, and they so they released that on those around them. They wrought havoc wherever and however they wanted. The kingdom had no peace, no rest.

One day a hero arrived. And they made a deal with the villain to save the kingdom.

The villain agreed.

And so the hero and villain vanished. Together. For as long as both adhered to their deal, the kingdom was safe.

That deal did more than save the kingdom.

It saved the villain.

First, the villain was freed from their prison of solitude. They weren't alone anymore, not trapped all alone in their prison of a mind.

Next, since the villain wasn't alone, they learnt to become nicer and kinder. To the hero, their nemesis, of all people.

And finally, when they realized the error of their ways, they were able to free themselves completely.

They were finally free!

After all these years... They were no longer alone to battle their mind. If no one else was with them, they knew they had the hero. Their hero. Who saved them from their curse.

And thus, the hero charming saved the villain in distress.

I'll be sad to see this series end, but better to have it end then be one of those that keep getting renewed for seasons while they lose the spark that made them awesome in the first place.

I'll miss you, Hero and Villain. But goodbye 💞

P.S. Dw if this turns out to be the second-last installment lol, do what you think fits the story.

P.P.S. I really love the hero charming/villain in distress line so now I'm gonna make it into a prompt! 🤩

Hey @feline17ff, this was lovely. And yes, you guessed correctly, I intended for this to be the final part. As always, though, there can be an epilogue if anyone wants

Anyways, hope you enjoy :)

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Clowning Around, Part 10

“If anyone can talk [Villain] down, it’s you.”

That’s what their teammate had said, when they showed up wide-eyed and breathless on the hero’s doorstep.

“There must be some kind of mistake,” the hero said now. “Even at their worst, [Villain] had never hurt people.”

Riding in the car was a special kind of tortuous. The last thing their buzzing nerves could handle was sitting still in an enclosed space.

“You best believe it,” their teammate said, foot tapping. Perhaps they had their own anxiety to contend with. “God, I knew it was only a matter of time before that lunatic snapped.”

The hero’s hands curled on their knees. What their teammate said couldn’t be true. The villain had been making so much progress. They’d been going out more, making new friends. They seemed happier than the hero had ever seen them.

Had all of that been a lie?

The car pulled up to the stop, and the hero scrambled forth like rain out of a spout.

They hurried towards the quaint residential home.

“It’s in a house?” The hero risked a glance back at their teammate.

“I told you [Villain] was targeting families.” Their teammate’s focus was intent on the house. “What did you expect?”

They burst through the front door, and the hero tumbled into the dim entryway.

“[Villain]!” they called. They rushed into the unlit living room, stumbling in the darkness. “[Villain], please, whatever’s going on, we can talk about it. You don’t have to – ”

A light clicked on.

“Surprise!” everyone cheered. Someone shot confetti into the air.

“What?”

The hero stared at the smiling faces of their friends and family. The cake and chips on the far table. The balloons pooled around them, bouncing on the floor in graceful slow-motion hops.

“[Teammate]!” they cried, whirling on the other hero. “You asshole. I almost had a heart attack!”

“I’m still not fully convinced that [Villain] won’t snap on us someday,” their teammate said with a teasing grin. They stepped forward and placed a party hat on the hero’s head. “Happy birthday, [Hero].”

“My birthday was over a month ago.”

“Yes, it was,” the villain said. The hero turned to see them approaching with their arms crossed. “Speaking of, care to explain why you never mentioned that it passed while we were dimension hopping?”

The hero’s gaze took in every detail of the villain. They looked clean, and unhurt. And beneath their ticked off stance, a celebratory light twinkled in their eyes.

The hero let out a relieved breath. “It didn’t seem all that important when we were battling aliens.”

The villain crooked a grin. “Well, please tell me next time there’s something going on in your life. How else am I supposed to throw you the biggest rager this city has ever seen?”

The hero gave a small laugh. “Alright. I’ll be sure to do that.”

“Hey, can we actually get this party started?” one of the guests asked. “[Villain] made us hide the whole time we waited just in case you guys came early.”

“Alright alright,” the teammate said, striding forward with a roll of their eyes. “If you impatient fucks need music, I’ll get you music.”

A popular dance song started playing, and the lights turned down again. The hero started to move towards the center of the room when the villain caught their shoulder.

“Come outside first,” they said.

The hero followed the villain out the back door, and then halted in their tracks.

“Ballooney,” they breathed.

The villain walked ahead, and started stroking her nose. “You seemed fond of this horse. So, I figured, what better present than to bring her here for you?”

“How is that possible?” The hero came up and started petting her flank. “Is she real?” They paused. “Are all your dimensional constructs real?”

The villain shrugged.

“I really feel sometimes like you should understand this stuff better than you do.”

The villain laughed lightly, their smile gentle where it had once been cruel. The hero stroked Balloney’s fine, multicolored hair beneath their fingertips, peered into her deep brown eyes.

“I’m really glad I met you, [Villain].”

The villain’s gaze shot up, their eyebrows raised. And then they smiled.

“Come on,” they said, taking the hero’s hand. “I have a world I want to show you.”

Epilogue

#hero #villain #villains and heroes #heroes and villains #villain x hero #hero x villain #snippet #writing snippet #writeblr #writing #not a prompt

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asiadoesstuff · 2 years

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HEY GUYS I JUST SUDDENLY HAVE HAD A BOOST OF INSPIRATION THAT HAS GOTTEN ME OUT OF MY YEAR-LONG ASKBLOG BURNOUT AND I’M GONNA START ANSWERING A BUNCH OF ASKS ON ALL MY BLOGS!! 🤩

@graceful-not Wanna start back up the ‘RHM Goes To Therapy’ Blog? 😄

@star-studded-coffee-shop Remember when we made that Valiant Escapees AU? Wanna try and get it running again? 😁

ANYWAYS, OFF I GO!! 😆

#LET’S GOOO #🤩

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shy-peacock · 2 years

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Would you mind writing something with Raya and namaari and Elsa and honeymaren as couple friends? Maybe going on an adventure or just being chill. I love the idea of them all being friends🤩

God knows what this is 🤷‍♀️ rated T maybe but mostly G enjoyyyyy ❤️

“No”

“PLEASE-?!”

“I said no-“

“RA-YA-?!”

“MAR-EN?” Raya shot back, giving her phone a stern look as if her best friend could see her. Maybe if they face-timed….-? “I’m not going on a double date with you again-“

“But I found someone PERFECT for you this time-!” Honeymaren whined, her voice piercing through the speaker like a nail on a chalkboard. “I swear he’s-“

“HE?!”

“I misspoke-!”

“Maren I swear to God-“

“No- for real, it’s a she and she’s amazing!” She continued on, “she’s got a job and everything!”

Raya rolled her eyes.

“Oh wow, a job..”

“Hey- a job is a good thing in these times!”

“Yeah and so is staying home and not wasting my time.” Raya countered, “Maren, no offense to your mystery lady- but the last few girls you’ve set me up with have been a total hit and miss-“

“Don’t you mean miss and miss?” Maren joked, “get it- cause they’ve never got past second base-?”

Raya rolled her eyes, “so are you trying to prove your point or mine…?”

“Okay, look-…this is the last time-“

“You said that last time-“

“It really is the last time-!” Honeymaren quickly said, “just go on this one last date for me and if you don’t like her, I swear I’ll never bother you about it again!”

God, Raya wanted to believe her. But if there was one thing she knew about her bestie, it was that she was just as stubborn as she was. This “double date” idea of her going on strong for over a year now, ever since she had become serious about her current girlfriend, Elsa.

Elsa was a Godsend, Raya loved that Maren had someone like her around. She was smart and pretty, considerate of her feelings and precise about everything she did. She was the kind of girl who didn’t say something unless she meant it and didn’t waste her time going back and forth with Maren’s heart like others had in the past. Sophisticated and graceful, like something of a Queen in another lifetime. They clicked right away, Maren and Elsa, and she had made her happy; which is all Raya could ever ask for her bestie.

Maybe it was because of her immense happiness with Elsa, that Honeymaren was dead set on finding someone for Raya. Starting them off on this “double date” fiasco.

Raya met girl after girl, all very lovely in their own way. But not the girl for Raya. Not even close. Their ambitions taking them one way in life while Raya was bound for another. Not big on family, not a fan of animals. Wanted an open relationship, too eager to get in bed with her. Hates dragons-?!

I mean who the hell hates dragons?!

Boring people do.

“How was I supposed to know they think dragons are stupid?!” Maren complained on their walk back to the car, “I thought they were going to compliment your tattoo- not critique it?!”

Honeymaren really dropped the ball on that one, this being her first attempt since that specific date. Clearly taking her time to find someone that checked all of Raya’s very little boxes.

Honestly..Raya wasn’t picky. She just wanted someone nice, big on family, who liked normal things like pets and dragons. Was that so hard to ask?

Apparently so.

“It’s only drinks, then we can maybe go back to my place for a movie night-?” Honeymaren suggested, “if you’re not a fan, then just say you have to head home, no pressure!”

Raya pinched the bridge of her nose, knowing Maren wouldn’t let this go. Not till she agreed on ONE last date. Raya swore right then and there she wouldn’t let that promise slip by.

“One last time, then you will leave me alone-“ Raya instructed, “agreed?”

She winced as Honeymaren shrieked in delight over the phone.

“AGREED!”

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Raya regretted the deal the second she got off the phone. Even more so as the work days dwindled down to Friday where she’d be forced to go out and meet this “perfect” match for herself. Enduring an evening of awkward small talk, giving her best friend an annoyed look every time she or her girlfriend, Elsa, would urge her to tell a story or give her a thumbs up when the date would say something they knew Raya liked.

Then she’d have to make up an excuse, praying to the heavens that the date wouldn’t ask for her number or offer to take her home. She wanted this all to be quick and painless. Get it over with, be done with the “double date” idea for good.

That is, assuming Maren didn’t go back on her word.

“I won’t.” She groaned over the phone the night before the event, “but you have to keep an open mind then!”

Right.

Hard to keep an open mind when you’ve done this over ten times now. Each time having the same results.

Still, Raya was going to go. She was going to keep an open mind as Honeymaren asked. She was going to be kind, she was going to be honest. She might have had a great time at that, maybe this person would have been perfect for her like Maren and Elsa believed.

However, as it went, she wound up having to cancel in the end. Not because she wanted to, because boy did she want to, she wouldn’t bail on Honey that easily. In the end, her plans were thwarted by her job of all things.

She knew she’d be in hot water with her bestie the second she sent the text that her job was keeping her late. What a shitty excuse that was! Unoriginal at that. But Raya’s boss had dropped the news last minute, asking her to stay over for the lack of a closing crew that evening. A plea she could hardly refuse, given she’d gone and used up all of her “get out of jail free” cards before to call out of work or head home early for one excuse or the other. She had asked many favors of her coworkers and, unfortunately, it had come time for her to pay them back.

There was no way Honeymaren was gonna believe her, she’d have an easier time telling her she’d gotten abducted by aliens and had to spend the next twelve hours trying to leave their Mother ship.

Irregardless, she was working late. Date had to be canceled, Raya spent her Friday night at a desk finishing up the work of her fellow employees. Numbing, boring, continual work that left her with a massive headache when she finally clocked out and headed for home.

Well-…not home.

She was on her way home until her stomach reminded her that she had skipped dinner to be more “productive”. Taking a detour down the block to the only place she knew was open at the time, a gas station, where she grabbed a bag of chips and a soda to tie her over for the walk home. The man behind the register ringing the items up, a mere five dollars.

Raya reached into her back pockets, expecting to feel her wallet, only to find nothing there. She checked the pockets of her jacket, finding her phone but not her wallet, and her bag that hung off her shoulder. Unable to find the wallet she was sure she had that morning.

Sure that is, until she remembered she had taken it out the night before to pay an online bill. Too lazy to walk the length of the house to return it to her bag, plopping it down on the counter with the promise she’d remember it that following morning. Which- clearly she didn’t.

A sigh of annoyance fell from her lips as she realized her folly. Cursing her past self for being lazy, the results of it now being she had to walk out empty handed. Embarrassed, annoyed, that headache of hers growing ever stronger.

However, just as she had expressed this to the employee and turned to leave, someone reached around her and placed a five dollar bill down on the counter. Offering it to the man, paying for Raya’s things.

She turned, following the arm that had seemingly come out of nowhere up and around to the person behind her. A woman, who must have come in behind her at some point as she was frantically looking for her money to pay. Raya would have noticed her had she not been in a panic, the woman having an air about her that screamed “pay attention to me”.

She was nicely dressed, her makeup done flawlessly that seemed to only bring out more of her natural beauty. Strong features, her biceps toned and clearly something she was proud of as she wore a dress that had no sleeves to show them off. Her perfume was intoxicating, flooding Raya’s brain as she turned around to face the woman straight on. Her hand retreating back like an invisible string that guided Raya’s attention to her. Heart racing, especially when this woman gave Raya a look over and smiled, charmingly.

“I’ve got it.” The woman said, nodding at the cashier to take her payment for Raya’s things.

Raya bit down the desire to say “yes you do-..” and instead said-

“Thank you, you don’t have to do that-“

“It’s okay, I’ve been there before.” She said with a smile, “forgotten wallet?”

“Yeah-“ Raya laughed, “luckily I know where it is.”

The woman smiled again, their eyes catching momentarily. A spark igniting, a moment coming between them. Interest, seeing then that this woman was looking at Raya and thinking the same things that Raya was of her. Wondering every little thing about her, who she was, what her name was and-

“Um…Miss..?” A voice pierced through her spinning thoughts, the cashier awkwardly holding up a bag of her things, “here’s your-…uh…stuff.”

“Oh-!” Raya awkwardly blurred out, grabbing the bag quickly and skittering off the side. Realizing she had caused a line to form behind the beautiful woman. “Sorry-…and Ah..thank you!” She quickly said, rushing out the door with a face that she knew had to be beet red. The cold night air refreshing as it significantly cooled down her body. Sending her back to reality.

Feeling a little foolish then, even more so as she bolted without even getting the woman’s name. Bummed she had let the moment pass until the door chimed as it opened and she heard footsteps rushing after her. She turned, seeing the woman now with her own bag of stuff, coming up to Raya earnestly. A shy smile filling her features as she stepped before her, her hand coming up to tuck her hair behind her ear as she spoke.

“Hey..” she said, a bit breathless.

“Hey..?” Raya replied, humor in her tone.

“So-…I might be really..misreading the signs here..” she explained, “but ah…would you like to-…if you don’t have any going on right now, go hang out?”. She threw her thumb back, as if the place to eat was directly behind her. “Maybe find a place to eat, my treat?” She offered, motioning towards her bag of chips and soda, “unless you have other plans-..I hope that’s not too forward…”

Raya, however, was glad she was being forward. Saying exactly what she wanted to hear.

Still, she tried to play it cool.

“Can I get a name first?” She joked, watching as “beautiful lady” immediately flushed red. Realizing they hadn’t even exchanged names.

“Oh geeze, sorry-“ she stumbled out, “my name is Namaari.”

Raya smiled, her name echoing inside her brain. Loving the sound of it.

“My names Raya,” she offered back, “and I’d love to”

~~~~~~~~~~~

So the double date was a bust- again. And, on track with last time, it left Honeymaren in a sour mood.

Typically her frustration was directed to the other side, the girls she had set Raya up with that had been a complete letdown in the end. This was the first time Elsa had seen her girlfriend upset with her best friend. A given, considering they’d been waiting for her to show for nearly an hour before she texted that she’d have to cancel. Ditching them last minute, making it a date with a third wheel.

“I’m so sorry last night happened..” Maren sighed, walking hand in hand with Elsa. On their way home to her apartment after she had spent the night at Maren’s. The pair deciding to go out that morning for breakfast, stopping on their way to Elsa’s place to get a change of clothes before heading out.

“It’s fine, Honey.” Elsa assured her, “it was just an inconvenient circumstance…nobody has to apologize.”

“Raya better apologize!” She huffed, putting on the most adorable pout Elsa had ever seen, “maybe not to me or you- but definitely your roommate!”

Elsa chuckled, hiding her smile with the back of her hand as she shook her head.

“I’m sure she’s fine-…I mean, we did sort of beg her to go through with this too.” She commented, “I’m sure she was happy that she was relieved of a night of awkward ice breakers and fun little questions about hobbies and where she sees herself in five years-!”

“You make it sound like she was being interviewed?” Honeymaren laughed, leaning her weight then into Elsa. Affectionately.

“I suppose dating is like an interview?” Elsa pointed out, causing Honey to laugh again. “Well…perhaps it was fate then, maybe we were wrong in our assumption they’d fit well together.”

Honeymaren sighed, offering a shrug.

“Maybe.“

They got to Elsa’s place just as it began to pour outside, the rain freezing as it fell from a cloudy Autumn sky. The pair rushing inside and taking the stairs to her floor, eager to be in the warmth. Debating then if they’d rather just spend the morning staying in, making breakfast together. Maybe Elsa could see if her roomie wanted to join them? Knowing she wasn’t big on breakfast- but might enjoy the company after spending the evening alone.

Well-…Elsa thought she was alone.

She was supposed to be alone at least?!

But the pair had no sooner unlocked the door, stepping inside with the intent of changing out of their wet clothes for something warmer and heading straight to the kitchen; did they see that Elsa’s roommate was not alone at all.

Elsa’s roommate, Namaari, had a girl with her.

Not just any girl, but Honeymaren’s best friend, Raya.

The door moved open and there unfolded the scene before them. The pair of them, on the couch together, bundled up in a blanket while a movie played on the tv. However neither were watching it, both cuddled up quite nicely as they had fallen asleep. Popcorn off to the side, along with drinks and what must have been an entire night of getting to know one another as both were in a deep sleep. Not even the door, nor their footsteps, woke them as they came inside.

Elsa didn’t quite comprehend the two of them until she heard a small gasp coming from her girlfriend’s lips, turning to see her pointing at them, a wild mixture of emotions on her face that ranged from shocked, delighted, angered, and then humored. Repeating itself as she looked from Elsa to the two of them. Stunned silent until-

“THOSE-“

“Shhh!” Elsa quickly said, holding her pointer finger to her lips. Silencing Honey right then and there, but not for long as she whispered loudly then.

“WHEN DID THEY MEET?!” She hissed, “RAYA CANCELED-…AND-…NAMAARI WENT HOME?!?!”

Elsa shrugged her shoulders, unsure how to respond to that. The answer lost to her.

When did they meet? There was no way either of them could know what the other looked like- especially not on Namaari’s end, whom she knew had only really seen Maren a few times over the course of their relationship. Not one to linger or intrude on Elsa and her’s time together. Let alone getting a look at the pictures of Honeymaren and Raya in her girlfriend’s phone?

Even the night before Honey had made sure not to let Namaari see a picture of Raya, wanting to “set up the magical moment” or something like that-….and, as far as Elsa was concerned, Raya had no clue that Namaari was going to be her date.

I mean-…did Raya even know who Namaari was? What she looked like? Probably not, especially with how her girlfriend liked to keep the element of surprise.

So how did the pair meet up? Well-…somewhere between Namaari leaving them late into the night and now had her finding the girl. Apparently hitting it off well, considering Elsa had never seen her take anyone home in her entirety of knowing her. Even if it was something as simple as watching movies- seeing this had to mean something positive.

And wasn’t that the whole point of last night? Getting them together? Maybe it hadn’t happened the way they expected, but it seemed fate had worked it’s magic to make it so anyways.

Elsa found herself taking a step back, her girlfriend following as they shut the door. Locking it. The pair silently turning to one another, a bit stunned at the turn of events until humor found it’s way into the situation. Causing them to laugh as they retreated back down the hall together, hand in hand.

Silently deciding that the rain wasn’t so bad, that Elsa didn’t mind wearing those clothes a bit longer, and that breakfast out that morning seemed a better choice than having it at home. Wanting to give the two of them some privacy to spend the morning together, excited to tell them later about the crazy situation of their fated meetup.

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