A Foodies Game (Reader x Osamu)

Little Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pies

Looking at each other, you both slowly tear open the plastic wrapping of the delicious sandwich cookie, never taking your eyes off each other. You grab the soft cookie and are already tempted to shove the entire thing in your mouth, but that would mean you'd lose.

On the other side of the brown, leather love seat, Osamu sits facing you, legs criss crossed and one of the decorative couch pillows on his lap. He's holding the Little Debbie cookie, with both hands, and as tempted as you are to shove the oatmeal creme pie into his mouth.

"You ready?" You ask.

"Always." He replies.

"You start."

"Fine. It won't change the fact that I'm going to win, again."

"Shut up and eat." You chuckle.

He ever so slowly puts the cookie in his mouth and takes the smallest bite you've ever seen and you wonder if he even got the creme with that bite. He chews excruciatingly slow and over exaggerates the gulp.

'Show off.' You think.

You take a bite and accidentally let a quarter of the cookie fall into your mouth.

"No! Cwap!" You yell with a mouth full of cookie.

Osamu chuckles, assuming he's already won this battle.

"Shut up, you!"

You start to chew, sweet oatmeal taking over your taste buds and fluffy creme filling your mouth. You might be at a disadvantage now, but it was worth it.

Osamu takes another small bite, like before, and then it's your turn again. You both go back and forth like this for a while, in complete silence, concentrating on taking small bites. Your boyfriend's bites seem to be getting smaller, and smaller, and you question if he's still eating the cookie, or faking it.

"Hey! You're not even taking a bite!"

"Yeah I am! See?"

He sticks out his tongue and you see a tiny crumb on the tip of his tongue.

"What? That's cheating! You have to take an actual bite!"

"You only say that, cause you're losing." He laughs. "Besides, you are the one that said, 'whoever can eat the creme pie the slowest, wins!' right?"

You glare at him and moan.

By now, you have half a cookie left, while Osamu still has three quarters of his cookie present. You whine again in annoyance. As you're about to take another bite, you feel the bottom of the cookie start to fall.

"Ah!"

You catch the crumbled piece and instinctively pop it in your mouth.

"Ah! Fweak, no!"

Osamu bursts into laughter.

"Shut up! It's not funny!"

"It actually kind of is."

"Grrr! This isn't fair, my cookie is defective!"

Osamu laughs even more.

"So rude!" You pout.

You're now left with less than a quarter of your cookie...

You go back and forth eating the cookie a few more times until you get a text. You turn around and look at your phone on the small coffee table behind you.

"Sorry, give me a sec, I've got to answer this."

As you're typing, you feel a slight pull from your cookie and turn around right as Osamu is dropping part of your cookie in his mouth.

"Hey!" You yell.

You stand up on the couch and dive towards him, trying to grab some of his cookie, too. He raises his cookie behind his head and pushes you back, so you couldn't reach it. You fight back and tried to reach as much as you could.

"Nuh, uh!" He says.

Osamu pushes you back more, but you refuse to give up. He leans his back over the arm of the couch, so that it's nearly impossible for you to grab his cookie.

"Mmmmmmh!" You groan. "Give me!"

You grab his forearm and try to force it to you, but he's so strong, you end up failing. Standing up again, you put your right foot on the arm of the couch and place the rest of your cookie in-between your lips, making sure you don't bite down too hard for the cookie to crumble. With your free hand, you grab the younger twins head, hoping to hold him back and to keep yourself balanced. Now you're close to reaching the cookie, but he yells and startles you, stopping you in your tracks.

"Aye, no, no, no!"

He dodges your hand and shoves the entire cookie in his mouth.

"Hah!" He says with mouth full.

You stand up and take what you have left of your own cookie from your mouth.

"Hah!" You mock.

"Ahg! No!"

You laugh at him and eat the rest of your cookie.

"Rematch!" Osamu declares, grabbing the Little Debbie box.

"You're on!"