'MY BABE, MY BABE, MY BABE, MY BABY. I , O , U.'

warnings: none really just fluff, it's about food so if you aren't comfortable please do not read, mention of the word d*e.

you and ethan were out shopping for groceries to attempt to make brownies.

you'll admit, none of you were....trusted in the kitchen to say the least but, what could possibly go wrong?

"ahhhhh [y/nnnnnn] we're finally back!" he screamed as you stepped into the house, him launching onto the sofa.

your hands were filled with bags of way too much junk food two adolescents should be going through in a day, but it was an excuse to have a nice cooking date with your boyfriend (and eat chocolate) so you didnt care too much.

"yes, but we've still got bags, help me with these," you said grabbing the nearest cushion and throwing it at him.

"ow, i'm coming i'm coming," he pouted.

minutes passed and you were both able to set out the ingredients without breaking anything in the process. the eggs and flour were your number one concern.

"do we actually know how to make this from scratch?" he asked, playing with the ingredients on the table.

"hmm, no. ive pulled up the recipe on my phone already,"

"okayy, so what do we need," ethan asked, quickly coming towards you.

you flashed him a small worried look, "i think you need to stay away from all sources of heat, or you know, anything that could break."

"seriously?" he laughed, "i'm a way better cook than you."

you looked at him confused.

ethan of all people claiming that he was the 'better cook' when he was the one crying to you on facetime, over burnt toast at 2am?

oh.

ok.

"i haven't seen you make a proper meal besides cereal like, ever," you replied, protecting the title.

"you say that as if you werent asking me how to use a rice cooker like, yesterday," he replied, mocking your tone.

"wow, its like that now? okay, well since i was smart enough to buy enough eggs, as well the extra chocolate that i was going to enjoy by myself, we're making separate batches. to prove that im the better cook." you challenged, a smirk on your lips.

"what, too scared you'll ruin the original batch? can you even use an oven?" he teased, poking your cheek.

you swatted his hand away, "if you're too scared to lose you could just say that, ethan."

he bent down to you, cupping your face to pinch your cheeks once again, "try me."

ten minutes hadn't even passed, before you saw him drop his first egg.

"crap!" he shouted, leaping to the side to avoid the splatter.

another thing to look forward to cleaning up! you reminded yourself not to attempt baking with him again.

"you're getting off to a great start," you poked at him, mixing in your second egg into your batter.

"its not fair if you keep making fun of me," he rolled his eyes, throwing his wasted egg away.

you walked away to the stove to preheat the oven, shaking your head at ethan's whining, "aww im sorry, i forgot you-"

you stopped and turned back to where he was after hearing the sound, seeing him standing over your bowl with a bag of flour.

he cracked a smile on his face, "what's wrong? aren't you going to finish your sentence?"

you looked at your bowl, now filled to the top with a mountain of flour. your beautiful, chocolaty creation, ruined by your boyfriend. ruined.

"m-my brownies," you frowned, "ETHAN YOU RUINED MY BROWNIES!"

"it slipp-"

he didn't have a chance to continue, before he ran away as you chased him with the bag of flour he used to spoil your mix, throwing some in the process.

"ahHHHH," he screamed, trying to avoid your raging body launching at him with flour, grabbing your waist to stop you.

"you RUINED MY B-BROWNIES," you squirmed as he tickled your sides, flour falling on the both of you now.

"im sorryyy," he laughed, hugging you to his chest, "but we still have my batch, crybaby."

"your batch is going to taste awful, you probably added salt instead of sugar," you groaned, throwing your head back in disgust at the thought.

"don't knock it till you try it," he pinched your cheeks again, flour rubbing into your skin.

your pores were screaming.

you had eventually cleaned up what looked like a messy drug deal and (unfortunately) ended up putting only his batch into the oven.

"hey we're out of flour," he said, putting back the ingredients you used into the cupboard.

you rolled your eyes, "oh really? i wonder why."

he closed the cupboards, bending over besides you to see how the brownies were cooking.

"i mean...they've risen?" he said, huffing a little.

"hopefully we just get salmonella and not like, you know, die?" you replied moving away from the oven, slightly anticipating the brownies though you weren't going to admit that.

"it sucks you know. i really wanted to see if you lived up to the skills you kept bragging about," he sighed, leaning against the counter.

"yeah," you paused, "maybe you should've thought of that before you destroyed them."

he rolled his eyes, "you know you could've just scooped the flour out, its not like i mixed it in. this just means that we'll just have to cook together again."

you looked at the smug smile on his face. after today the last thing you wanted was to step anywhere near another kitchen with him again.

you walked towards him, leaning back against the counter as he hugged around your waist.

he was so childlike. his eyes held so much giddy happiness, even though minutes ago he was so mischievous.

"if that's your way of implying you would love to poison me, just for us to eat an overload of junk food with my evil boyfie then id love to," you spoke, leaning in to repeatedly kiss his face.

he moved around trying to avoid you and replied in between giggles, "ew dont call me boyfie."

DING

you were interrupted by the sound of the timer, indictating that your (well technically his?) brownies were done.

"do you wanna take those out?" he asked, pursing his lips together.

you hit his chest, laughing slightly, "you can't be trusted anywhere can you?"

the kitchen fogged slightly as you opened the oven door, removing the pan with your oven-mitts.

"they're not burnt!" he said, jumping around you.

you laughed at him, "okay weirdo, now we need to wait for them to cool."

"you want some milk?" he asked, grabbing himself a glass.

"sure, pass me a glass please."
(a/n if ur lactose intolerant suck it up)

(a/n am i still allowed to time skip? oh well time skip~)

"annnnd, here they are!" he said, placing the plate of brownies on the table, "excited?"

"nervous," you replied, sipping your milk to prepare you for the brownies.

"well [y/n], since you were such a great assistant and you look so excited, i would love for you to take the first bite," he said, holding your face to bring the brownie to your mouth.

"ethan, ethan, absolutely not," you tried to protest, moving your face away from whatever that was.

he pouted, dropping the arm that was holding your chin to his side.

"but [y/nnnn] i want to make up for ruining yours," he said with a frown.

"you look really stupid right now," you replied, reluctantly opening your mouth to take a bite of the 'brownie'.

he looked at your face as you chewed cautiously.

"thoughts?"

you didn't know whether you wanted to spit it out or lie to his face.

"it's....i taste....you can really taste the chocolate?" you said, forcing it down your throat.

"it can't be that bad," he said, taking a bite for himself.

it was that bad.

"OH okay you weren't wrong," he replied, spitting it into a tissue and basically gUlping his milk, "i think we can both agree that it was worse than expected."

you drank your milk to wash away the taste of chocolate disguised with salt and egg. he definitely used salt instead of sugar.

"should we just...order brownies?" you asked. neither of you were in the mood to go back out JUST to get store-bought brownies.

"mhm," he replied, moving to the living room to choose a movie.

"hey, at least we still have some snacks," you said, throwing away the (what can you even call them) brownies, and getting some bowls to put the snacks in instead.

"i think i want something else sweet," ethan said, mindlessly clicking on a film.

you brought over the bowls, setting them on the table, "like what? if you really want to we can go out and get something."

he shook his head, wrapping his arms around you "no...."

"then what," you hesitated a little, leaning into him as the opening of the film flashed on the screen.

"what i want is right..here," he tilted your head up slightly, the pad of his thumb pressing softly into your cheek, before closing the gap.

he moved slowly, kissing you carefully as if you were fragile, ready to break at any rough movement.

he pulled away and pulled you closer into his chest, before whispering, "your lips taste better than the brownies."

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AUTHOR ELABORATES ✨

WOOP WOOP

bro i've updated after what feels like years i'm so sorry forgive me🙏🙏🙏 (and i actually proofread as well guys i'm changing 😔)

this was kind of based of some cheesy line i saw where it said, 'your lips taste better' and thought wow this is legendary so here we are. also a little inside joke at the rice cooker thing between me and my friend, update: i do know how to use a rice cooker.

but yes, i hope u enjoy this. i read through and it seemed,,,,,hella nsfw without context for some reason but nothing here guys lol.

don't forget, u can send me requests! i'm looking forward to writing for you guys again 💗

songs 🎶: i.o.u - nct u
wc: 1635

until the next chapter my baby biscottes <33