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nathanxmartel‌:

Nathan had been so distracted that morning, thinking about the revelation that he was father. As a result, he’d left his apartment without an umbrella. He was passing by what appeared to be a bake shop when he heard someone call out to him. Turning his head, he spotted a brunette. At her offer, he nodded and ran into the shop. “Thanks” he said to her. “Its a day only ducks could like out there.” Actually, he wasn’t sure even ducks would be fond of this downpour. Glancing around the shop, he smiled and said “I assume you work here?”

Freya merely nodded when he thanked her, more so focusing on getting the door closed. “My pleasure. It didn’t look like it was getting any better out there, figured I’d help out,” she said with a shrug while hanging up her wet trench coat. “I’m the owner, yeah. Are you a cupcake fan? I can get you something in the back, if you’d like.”

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Text: Freya

Charlotte: I think...I might need some genuine help. Without being a dick. I promise.

Freya: Why would I think this is you being a dick? We can get you help if you want.

Freya: Did something happen?

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paul-devries‌:

“Don’t worry, one of these nights I’ll just keep you up with some of my own sketches so we’ll be even,” Paul teased, watching her undress with a somewhat forced nonchalance. It wasn’t that he was SHY about being naked, or seeing someone else naked –– but it was hard not displaying the ridiculous amount of attraction he held for her body ever since the first time they’d slept together. So he toned it down as best he could, to avoid making things awkward when really they weren’t at all … he was just completely enamored. “Hey, we’re helping the Earth by taking a shower together, right? And yes, yes you have –– but that’s okay, whatever we can’t do with your tiny shower, we can always make up for in mine.” He grinned at her, reaching for the soap to start running it along her arms, leaving behind white suds. However, his brow crinkled as he braced himself for bringing up what had been on his mind before. “Actually, that’s just the thing,” he began, meeting her gaze. “You don’t need to be stuck with a tiny shower anymore. I was wondering, well … what if you moved in with me?”

“That sounds like my idea of a great night actually,” she admitted, smiling up at him. She didn’t think twice of taking her clothes off in front of him, that was how comfortable she was around him. “Is that what you’re telling yourself? You do realize I showered last night before going to bed, right?” She hadn’t needed another one so soon, but there she was, standing under the water with him. There were no doubts in her mind that they were about to make up for everything they weren’t able to do in her shitty apartment–at least until his expression turned serious all of a sudden. He wouldn’t have asked her to step in the shower with him to break up with her, was he? “What’s wrong?” She asked him, dreading the answer. It turned out to be the literal opposite of what she feared. “Move in with you? Are you sure that’s something you want? I wouldn’t take over your closet, but I will take over your kitchen.”

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lenikane‌:

Leni wished she hadn’t decided to take the twins for a walk, she should have paid more attention to the weather forecast but in her defense there had been all of three clouds in the sky when she’d left the house to head towards Benji’s work. The idea was to surprise him for lunch, but it had been stopped in it’s tracks when the heavens opened. Hearing someone call out to her from down the pavement a little she shot her a grateful grin, hurrying as best she could with the double pram towards the cafe door, moving it though into the dry as best she could. “Just my fucking luck that this happens the first time I take them out on my own, now I look like a drowned rat and I swear to fuck if either of my boys get sick i’m going to smack a bitch.” Her voice held a tint of worry as she crouched in front of the pram, compleatly disregarding her own wellbeing to dote on the boys, pulling off her jumper followed by her t-shirt which was still dry, using it to dry their tiny faces rapidly. “Ignore my bra. I’m Leni by the way, hey.” She shot the brunette smile.

“Now which bitch would you smack exactly? I’m not sure you could actually physically assault whoever’s responsible for me?” Freya pointed out with a laugh, glancing down at the stroller with a warm smile. “I’ll ignore yours if you ignore mine. I’m Freya. Which we’d met under less... stressful conditions, but that’s life I suppose. Are your babies okay? I have towels in the back if you’d like.”

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julianne-ulrich‌:

Jules had set up an Uber to take her home after her photoshoot, something she normally did due to the odd articles of clothing she’d wear and the great discomfort after. The Uber however called off the ride, stating they couldn’t find the giant building on the street, annoyed, she began walking home. The rain started soon after and picked up quickly, the model hid away her phone and took shelter when she could, then a voice broke through the heavy storm. “Really?” Her eyes lit up as she ran to take cover, “Thank you! Thank you so much.”

“Of course, it’s no problem at all,” Freya said with a smile, shutting the door behind them and quieting the loud sound of the rain. “I bring my umbrella with me every single day and what do I do on the one day it actually rains? Forget it. Classic.” She shook her head, more so amused at the situation than annoyed or upset. It took a lot more than rain to ruin the baker’s perpetual good mood. “How’d you end up getting caught in all this?”

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zoecarlisle‌:

“bloody hell, thank you!” zoe said, as she hurried into the little bakery. though only having been outside for about one minute, she was already soaking wet. standing in the shop that was still mostly dark due to not being open yet, she shook out her hair which helped very little. “what a nightmare, eh!” she said, turning to the woman that was just as soaked as herself. 

“You’re welcome. I couldn’t very well leave you out there,” she said as if the thought was ridiculous, despite the fact that most people might’ve done just that. Freya turned on the lights, waving in the direction of the tables. “Sit down, make yourself at home. I can’t offer your fresh cupcakes, but I have some leftover from yesterday.”

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seanxxmurray‌:

Having planned to spend his free day walking around the city a little, Sean hadn’t really gotten very far when it suddenly started raining heavily. Of course he hadn’t thought about bringing an umbrella, which is why he simply pulled his hood over the head and started looking for a roof or anything he could stay under until the rain would finally stop. Even though it seemed like that could really take some time. He was just about to head towards the end of the street, when he heard someone calling and waving him in their direction. Stopping right on the spot, Sean quickly considered his options. He wasn’t really that comfortable with people he didn’t know but it was still better than standing out in the rain for much longer. Running over towards the shop, he gave the woman a little smile when he had finally reached the door. “Thanks! Should have watched the weather report I guess..”, he mumbled, glad to finally be inside again.

Freya chuckled as the man walked in her shop, the thought that she might’ve just invited a serial killer inside her safe haven not even crossing her mind. “You and me both,” she said with a smile, motioning to the wet hair currently sitting on her head. “I won’t open for a little while and I’m aware cupcakes aren’t exactly appropriate breakfast foods by any mean, but I’d be more than happy to get you a couple if you’re hungry.”

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lctely‌:

“That’s because I literally did,” Stevie deadpanned, turning exhausted eyes on her friend. “I felt like Leslie in Parks and Rec falling straight into the pit, it was AWFUL. Granted it wasn’t nearly as big as the pit but it still hurt like a mother to trip in that hole in heels.”

“I swear, these things only happen to you,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “You need a shower. Or maybe five. Did the heels survive?”

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odxttec‌:

Odette hated rain. Absolutely hated it. Whoever thought it was romantic or atmospheric was an idiot in her opinion. It certainly didn’t help that her umbrella had unfortunately decided to break just when she needed it. She knew she should have gotten another one. So holding a useless umbrella in her hand, she looked around. It wasn’t until someone called out to her that she saw the open door. “If you wouldn’t mind. The rain is horrible here, I almost forgot how bad it was.” Stepping inside, she shook out her hair and her umbrella. “Thanks.”

Freya held the door open, exposing herself to the rain a little longer. Not that it really mattered at this point, she was already soaking wet. “Well, mother nature is here to remind you evidently,” she joked, closing the door once they were both safely inside her shop. “Hopefully this won’t make you late for work or something?” The brunette squeezed some water out of her hair, moving behind the counter to grab two towels she kept in case of emergencies just like this one. She offered one to the stranger. “I’m Freya, by the way. I should probably introduce myself since we don’t really know how long you’ll be stuck here.”

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aubrey-pierce‌:

Aubrey couldn’t fault the other brunette’s choice, giving a small nod. Better to be smart than sorry. She pushed the drink back towards the back of the bar, content to just leave it. Didn’t matter to her if it went to waste, she wasn’t the one who’d paid for it. “You and me both,” She mused, shrugging lightly. 

Freya smiled apologetically, scanning the bar in the hopes of figuring out who the drink might’ve come from. “Who bought it for you? Are they cute?” She asked with a curious glint in her eyes, a slightly excited grin curling up her lips.

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Text: Freya

Charlotte: Are you at the bakery or do you have the day off today?

Freya: I'm at the bakery, as per usual. What's up?

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paul-devries:

Paul’s eyes opened when he heard the soft tones of Freya’s voice in the bathroom, and he slicked his wet hair back. “I did,” he replied with a smirk tugging at his lips upon seeing the way her eyes raked his body through the glass. “It’s become a habit I can’t quit. You had a late night, though, you needed the rest.” She’d been up working on designs for an event she was catering coming up and Paul had been up as well to give his opinion when needed. “Will you going to be joining me in here?” He watched her with a suggestive gaze, though he did intend to bring up something to her so he figured now was as good a time as any for them to talk … and of course, after that was done he wouldn’t be opposed to doing a few things that required a little less talking.

“So did you because of me. You’re a pretty good sport, you know, I don’t know a lot of people that would stay up for hours just to give me feedback on my cupcake sketches,” she said with a grateful smile before sliding her underwear down her legs. She was damn lucky to have him and she knew that. Things just came naturally with him. It was familiar  “Well, I am in need of a shower.” Freya pulled her shirt over her head, dropping it with the pile of clothes already on the floor. “Have I ever told you how conveniently huge I think your shower is? Because I don’t think we could both fit in my tiny shower,” she pointed out, quickly hoping inside and under the warm water. 

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paul-devries:

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Paul had quietly slipped out of bed that morning and left Freya sleeping soundly to go on a jog to wake his body up and give him alone time to simply meditate on different things on his mind. The jog itself had been exhilarating and the morning air in London was actually somewhat cool and refreshing. But during his route he found himself mainly thinking about the brunette he’d left in his bed and their current relationship. They had been dating for a few weeks now and things were going great. FANTASTIC, actually –– they got along better than Paul had even initially thought before they were really serious and not once had he thought back on his past failed relationships. Though the relationship had been sudden, neither could have perhaps expected the level of attraction that had grown between them so quickly. Paul almost felt as if they’d been together for months, years even, that was how much they’d connected. One thing in particular on his mind was their living situations though, and he continued to ponder that concept even as he undressed and stepped into the steaming hot shower he’d started for himself. 

It wasn’t unusual for Freya to wake up to an empty bed, she knew Paul liked his morning runs almost as much as she hated going on them. By the time she woke up, he was either in the kitchen getting ready for his day or in the shower. The latter was always a nice surprise and it seemed like today would be one of those days. She forced herself out of bed when she heard the water running, dragging her feet to the bathroom and quietly opening the door to let herself in. Her lips curled up into an appreciative smirk as she scanned his body through the glass, only clearing her throat when she got a good look at him. “Enjoyed your run?” She asked, walking to lean against the wall next to the shower door. “I don’t know how you do it, I could barely get out of bed.” 

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Freya was usually pretty prepared for the rain and always had an umbrella on her, but waking up late had thrown off her usual routine and she’d left the house without one for the first time in month. Of course, it also happened to be the one day she actually needed one. She ran to her shop’s door, fumbling to get her key to do its job despite her fingers being soaking wet and slippery. She saw another poor soul stuck out there without an umbrella just as she’d gotten the door opened. “Hey,” she called out to them, waving them over. “We’re not technically open, but you’re welcome to come in and wait for things to calm down.”  

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lctely:

“YES I know my hair looks like I stuck my fingers in an electric socket and that there is actual DIRT on my face. All I can say right now is that it has been a day … and a hot one at that, as evidenced by the full-on Hermione Granger hair.”

“What the hell happened to you?” Freya asked her friend, moving her hand over her mouth to hide the smile. “You look like you feel in a ditch and that might be an understatement.”

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keanuvale:

“No, just trust me, okay? It’s nothing weird, just… I saw it online. Just hold this,” he said, holding out his hand and raising an expectant brow at the other. When they held their hand out, Keanu opened up his own hand, only to reveal that nothing was inside. Intertwining their fingers, he smirked proudly. “It’s kinda lame, I know, but I thought it was… cute, or whatever. You could do it to someone you’re trying to make the next move with, or whatever,” he explained, before quickly pulling his hand back, nerves suddenly hitting his gaze. “Not that I… that’s what I was doing with you. Just wanted to show you how it works.”

“Fine, fine,” she finally relented, holding out her hand and hoping he wasn’t about to hand her something gross. Freya’s frown disappeared when she understood what he was doing, replaced by an amused grin. “It is a little lame, not gonna lie, but I’m sure it’d work.” She’d have to try it on Paul one of those days, he’d probably find it amusing too. “Oh, I didn’t think you were, don’t worry. It’s a neat trick.” 

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aubrey-pierce:

Dark eyes stared at the drink for a few moments, Aubrey wondering what the heck she was going to do with it. The bartender had insisted it was her problem, since he’d already poured it, there wasn’t much he could do. Lips pursed, she glanced to the person sitting a few stools down. “Hey, sorry — do you want this?” A gesture to the drink in front of her. “They guy over there sent it to me, but I don’t actually drink.” Nor was she interested in the guy either. She’d come to the bar to have a drink with a colleague, though hers was non-alcoholic, her friend since leaving, Aubrey moving to the bar to finish browsing facebook on her phone. Until the unordered drink had appeared in front of her. 

Freya was sipping on her glass of coke, waiting for her friend to get there when a girl a few stools away called out to her. “I’m not sure accepting drinks from strangers is the smartest thing to do,” she said, declining her offer with a smile. “Plus, I don’t really drink, but I appreciate the offer.”