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"HELLO CHAT!"
tommy waved, kneeling down as you got the ingredients.
"pissbaby, move out the way!" you gently pushed him out the way as you put everything down. you double checked the ingredients
"that hurt so much.." he said in a raspy voice, clenching his chest. you clapped your hands together, smiling.
"okay! we're making non burnt pancakes for my brother and some random guy in our house!" your brother moved out the way as you pointed the camera towards wilbur, he flipped the camera off and you pointed it back at you and tommy.
"what the fuck does sift mean?" tommy narrowed his eyes while reading from the phone.
"it probably means stir, dumbass!" he opened the flour, getting some of it on the counter and his face.
"does it taste good?" you walked over to him and licked his face, you held in puking and gave a nauseous face and a thumbs up.
"welp, partners share stuff, even bacteria" you watched as he poured in the flour, salt, and sugar. than you poured in the baking powder.
"the mixer is over there." wilbur commented as tommy reached for a spoon. you stuck your tongue out and grabbed a mixer, plugging it in and having tommy hold the bowl.
"WHAT THE FUCK, THIS SHIT IS A DEVIL" tommy screamed as it mixed around, "its on low you baby!"
once you finished stirring, and making a well center or whatever that meant tommy grabbed an egg.
"oh my god what are you doing?" you looked as he backed up to the sink and through the whole egg in the pan.
he celebrated and you shrugged, grabbing the butter from the fridge. you grabbed a bowl and put the unwrapped butter in there, plopping it in the microwave for two minutes.
"this is gonna taste like shit" wilbur chuckled, you both silently agreed. you guys really didnt know how to cook– or you did, tommy didnt. you were just messing it up for the content.
"well would you rather eat the dog shit on the sidewalk? thats what i thought!" you and tommy did some rock paper scissors until the butter was ready, he grabbed the bowl, "FUCK FUCK BITCH THIS IS HOTTER THAN ME" he dropped the bowl on the ground, it only made a small crack.
"i told you to use mittens, you dumby" you walked over to tommy and held his hands before picking the bowl up, it was a bit cooler now. "big men dont use mittens"
you poured the wrapped melted butter in, putting the bowl in the sink. "and youre not a big man" he gasped,
"pour in the milk, tom" he groaned yet agreed, he poured it in, spilling most of it.
this time, you held the bowl while he mixed, yelling spanish at the mixer like it was a demon.
you took some with the tip of your finger and tasted it, you gagged but it was smooth.
"wheres your oil?" tommy looked up from the phone, "we're not putting car oil in" you grabbed the vegetable oil and a frying pan, pouring half of the vegetable oil on it. "the views, y.n, the views!"
he frowned and grabbed the metal bowl with the pancake batter or whatever you guys made and flipped it upside down on the pan, hitting the bottom till it all came out.
you guys put it in the microwave, well, tried to. you had to put more vegetable oil on a paper plate and put the batter on there, you than microwaved it for four minutes.
you guys bickered about waffles until it was done, this time you pulled it out. "quand je jouis je chie mon pantalon!" you grinned as you cut the.. pancakes with a pizza cutter, you put four on the plate because your parents werent home and tommy served wilbur and your brother off camera.
at the same time, you and tommy tasted it. he gagged but swallowed it, you went over to the garbage and puked a little.
"i'll clean up the mess and make eggs, jeez."
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WALKIE TALKIES || tommyinnit
Fanfiction━━━━ - 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 .. tommy finally finds his old walkie talkie and y.n has been waiting for him. ↑↑↑ ❨ i do not own any images in this book ❩ ❨ x 15-1...
