scrabble

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first chapter of the day. a simple one. anyways enjoy and thank you for the likes and comments🙃

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The rain was coming down in torrents, pounding against the windows of the cozy apartment that Y/N and Tate shared. It was one of those days where the world outside felt like it was wrapped in a blanket of gray, the kind of day that made you want to stay indoors, curled up in the warmth. But even the comfort of their home couldn't quite shake off the boredom that had settled over them.

Tate let out a dramatic sigh, her head resting on Y/N's lap as they lounged on the couch. "This rain is never going to stop," she complained, gazing up at Y/N with a pout.

Y/N chuckled, running her fingers through Tate's hair. "It'll stop eventually," she said, though she wasn't so sure herself. The rain had been relentless all day. "But until then, we need to find something to do. We've watched enough TV to last a lifetime."

Tate perked up, her eyes sparkling with an idea. "How about a game?" she suggested, sitting up quickly. "Let's play Scrabble!"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. "Scrabble? You sure you're up for that?"

Tate scoffed playfully, already making her way to the shelf where they kept their board games. "Please, I'm going to wipe the floor with you. Just you wait."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head as she followed Tate to the dining table. "We'll see about that."

They set up the game, the sound of rain serving as the perfect background noise. Tate was unusually competitive when it came to board games, and Scrabble was no exception. Y/N loved watching her get so animated, her brow furrowing in concentration as she studied the letters on her rack.

The first few rounds were pretty even, with both of them scoring decent points. Y/N managed to use all her letters in one turn, earning a few extra points and causing Tate to narrow her eyes in mock suspicion.

"You've been practicing, haven't you?" Tate accused, though there was a playful glint in her eyes.

"Maybe," Y/N teased, sticking out her tongue. "Or maybe I'm just naturally brilliant."

Tate rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress her smile. The game continued, with each of them finding creative ways to place their letters on the board. Y/N tried not to gloat too much when she scored a triple word, but Tate wasn't having it.

"You just wait," Tate warned, her lips curving into a mischievous grin. "I'm about to make a comeback."

As the game wore on, they both got more into it, the competitive spirit fueling them through the rainy afternoon. But it wasn't just about winning—it was the fun of being together, of teasing each other and laughing at the ridiculous words they tried to get away with.

At one point, Tate tried to pass off "qwerty" as a word, which had Y/N laughing so hard she almost knocked the board over.

"No way, that is not a word!" Y/N exclaimed, still giggling as she pointed to the tiles.

Tate tried to look serious but failed, laughing along. "It should be! Think about how many times we type it on our keyboards. It's practically a part of the language."

Y/N shook her head, still laughing. "Nice try, but no. You're going to have to come up with something else."

Tate grumbled good-naturedly, rearranging her tiles and finally managing to place a legitimate word on the board.

As the game wound down, Y/N was in the lead, and Tate was running out of options. Tate finally placed her last word, conceding defeat with a dramatic sigh. "Okay, okay, you win this time," she said, feigning disappointment. "But only because you're so cute when you win."

Y/N smiled, leaning across the table to plant a soft kiss on Tate's lips. "Maybe next time you'll beat me," she teased, gathering up the tiles.

"Maybe," Tate replied, pulling Y/N into her lap as they finished cleaning up. "But I'm okay with losing if it means spending a rainy day like this with you."

They stayed like that for a while, cuddled up together, listening to the rain and the quiet of their apartment. The Scrabble game had been a fun distraction, but the real victory was in the moments they shared, making memories on a rainy day.

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this was a short one guys, sorry

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