timothee chalamet imagines!

Burnt Cookies

timothée decides to bake cookies for the reader.
Genre;  fluff
Words; 598
Warnings; none

"2 cups of all-purpose flour..." timothée read off the cookie mix box. he slowly poured the measurement into the glass mixing bowl. "okay! now 1 teaspoon of baking soda." he said to himself. "baking soda? what the hell even is that?" he hastily searched through the cabinets for the specific ingredient. timothée stared into the fridge. "i guess this will have to do!" he grabs a can of soda and opens it, pouring it into the cookie mix. "next i put one egg. oh! i know where those are!" the boy opens the fridge once again and picks up an egg. he cracks the egg into the bowl. "oops, i got some shell in there. whatever, it'll be fine."

timothée hears the front door open and shut from the other room. "timmy, i'm home!" he hears you say. you walk into the kitchen and halt in place. "what are you doing..?" you ask trying to maintain a laugh. it's not every day you see your superstar boyfriend in the kitchen covered in flour and baking ingredients. timothée looked up at you and smiled. "what are you doing here early?!" he blurts. he had a bag of chocolate chips in his hand and a spatula in the other.

"the hair salon was closed, so i just went out to get some coffee." you explain, holding up the cup of starbucks coffee in your left hand. "oh.. well i wanted to make you chocolate chip cookies before you got home." timothée says as he watches you walk to the other side of the counter. you stare into the bowl of cookie mix. timothée watches you stick your finger in the mix and lick it off your finger. you gag. "what?! is there something wrong with it?" he says. you shake your head, "no.. its perfect." you give him a thumbs up and hurry to the bathroom to wash your mouth out.

timothée stands in the middle of the kitchen astonished. he shrugs it off and grabs a pan for the cookies. "hmm.. that recipe says to spray the pan, but i don't know where the spray is so.." timothée scoops the cookie mix out of the bowl and places it on the dry pan.
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you walk out of the bathroom, glad you got that awful taste out of your mouth. you see timmy place the pan of cookies into the oven, shutting it, and walking away. "timothée! you didn't even turn the oven on!" you shout, groaning and walking towards the oven. "oh.. my bad" he says apologetically. you quickly heat the oven to 375°F. as you press the buttons on the oven, making sure everything is done right, you feel arms wrap around your waist. timothée buries his face in your neck, inhaling your coconut shampoo. "i love you so much, babe." you hear him mumble into your skin. you sigh, "i love you too, even though you can be a bit dense sometimes."
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you and timothée sat on the couch in each other's arms. you overhear a quiet 'ding' come from the kitchen. "i'll get it, dont worry." timothée gets up from the couch and walks to the kitchen. he slips on the oven mitts and pulls the pan out. a gasp comes from the kitchen. you abruptly get off the couch. "timmy what's wrong-" you look at the pan of cookies in timothée's hands. they were dark brown, almost black, thin, and looked like pieces of coal. timothée looked up from the pan to you.

"babe, can we just go to a bakery next time?"