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Arrow didn't even know when he started this.
She saw a tiktok a couple hours ago, thought: "Hm.. that might be nice to suprise Fletcher with when he gets home!!"..
Now star is stood in the center of stars apparentment, covered in flour and dough thats a lot more liquidy than it's meant to be. All because he wanted to bake something that WASN'T from the box.
She had snagged the day off for herself to try the recipe. His three other roomates and his boyfriend were all working today. Florence would've probably corrected star on their stretegy. Pixie would make it worse. Spectre would've just looked around for a second and haphazardly ask her to clean up after starself.
Arrow shook stars head. She didn't have time for hypotheticals!! Fletcher's shift ended 10 minures ago!! He'd be home any minutes!!
Maybe if he could just clean up supppper fast, Fletcher wouldn't even—
Creaaaak.
"Arrow?"
Oh. Her boyfriend was home.
Flecther closed the door, walking a couple steps in and stopping in his tracks. He stared at Arrow, Arrow stared back.
".......the pantry scared me."
Luckily for Arrow, Fletcher laughed. Fletcher moved toward her, brushing a blue strand out of stars face, his hand lingering on his jaw.
"What were you trying to make?"
Arrow sighed, grumbling something intentionally inellegible. But when star glanced back and saw him staring back with big, pretty eyes (eyes that always made him look kind of like a hamster. Was that just him?), he felt bad.
"Sugar cookies… because you like them…"
He grinned, pecking her on the lips, "That looks more like batter than dough, love."
"I knowww…."
"Do you want to try again?"
"Yeahh……."
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The dough was made. It looked a lot better this time!! Arrow mentally glanced at the trashbin where three discarded batches lay. Surely Spectre wouldn't be thrilled about the wasted ingredients, but he was having a little too much fun to care.
Fletcher stood behind star, holding the back of her hand, gently guiding her to roll out the dough. Arrow hated to admit it, but she was bad at this.
"Now you can use the cookie cutters!" The ginger chirped, backing away from her.
"Can I cut my own?"
"Well I mean yeah but—"
Arrow grinned, grabbing a knife front the box. Star pointed at the counter beside him, "Sit."
"Arrow I'm still in my work clothes—"
"Sit and I'll give you a big fat kiss."
He sighed, though his lips were upturned to a smile. He sat down on the counter. Arrow glanced at him, carving out a little gingerbread looking guy with the dough. Star gave the cookie that little tuft of hair that always stood up on Fletcher's head, his little bow, the works. The carefully removed the cookie and held it side by side to Fletcher.
"Perfect!"
"Love, what's that?"
"A suprise!! Go change!!!!"
He smiled softly, dropping down with a playful eye roll and heading to their room.
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Ding!
Arrow perked up, lifting his head from Fletcher's chest (Yeah, they were cuddling while watching corny romcoms, SUE A MX FOR BEING IN LOVE). It took her a second to realize what it was. Once star did, the nearly flew to their feet.
"The cookies!!"
Fletcher sighed, pausing the show but not making an effort to move. Arrow shoved on a mit and swung open the oven door. Star grabbed the tray and placed it on the stovetop. She then moved to prep the frosting into piping bags.
-mini skip-
Red and blue wing for herself, pink heart for Pixie, two circular cookies with a two tones of purple swirls for Florence and Spectre, and an orange heart for Fletcher. Now for Arrow's masterpiece.
The Fletchie. The Fleekie? The Flookie? The Fletchkie? Whatever.
With as must precision as her shaking palms could manage, she started frosting. First his hair, then his dumb blue vest, then this dumb glasses. The face that Arrow loved more than anything.
"Fletch! Cmere!!! I made you something!!!"
"Is it a cookie?" He asked rhetorically, but still moved to meet the walking pair of 3D Glasses.
"It's a fletchie!!"
He presented the birdlike with the cookie. A smile crossed his face.
"Am I that easy to make?"
"Yep! Do you want it?"
"Of course I do."
He took the cookie and bit a chunk from the head, orange frosting coated his lips as he smiled.
"You did good on the frosting."
Arrow couldn't help but giggle, "You look dumb with the frosting on your lip." She moved to wipe it off, licking her finger clean as she did so.
"I love you.." Fletcher whispered as if a secret (dispite the fact that him and the entire coffee shop knew.)
"I love you more!!" Arrow snapped back with a grin.
The door opened with a low creak. Pixie, Spectre, and Florence evidentally home.
"We made cookies guys!!"