【𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 】ᶠⁱⁿⁿ ʷᵒˡᶠʰᵃʳᵈ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉˢ ⁺ ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉˢ

baking with the losers

this is gonna be rushed. yall, im sorry 😞

To say that the losers club is chaotic is an understatement. Especially in baking. After finding out that information, I immediately scheduled a hangout for us to bake a large cake.

We decided to pair up in groups, each group doing something else. Eddie and Stanley were making the batter. Eddie was complaining about the health of the ingredients. They're just flour anyway?

Stanley wanted everything perfectly weighed and everything perfectly mixed, which drove Eddie crazy for taking so long.

Bill and Beverly were putting cakes in the oven, adding some extra touches to the batter. They kissed a lot during it. Mike and Ben were making very unfitting decorations for our giant cake.

Me and Richie were making the whipped cream, making a complete mess. We already had multiple food fights.

"Richie, shut up for once! I need to get the measurements correct!" I scolded at him like an old woman. Richie grins mischievously, pouring the not so correct measuremented ingredients into the bowl and pressing the mixer on.

My jaw drops, and I turn to look at him. He starts laughing like crazy while I stand there speechless. "We're gonna need to make twice that batch now!" I scolded again, raising my hand to slap him. He grabs an egg, cracking it over my head.

I gasped in response, stopping the mixer and smearing whipped cream over his cheek. He grabs me by my waist, holding my arms behind me with one hand. I wasn't turned to face him, so I was really scared of what he was doing.

I see his hand dip into the whipped cream. "Richie!" I warn. His hand smears over my entire face, I try to lick some of it off. "I'm gonna fucking-" I turn around to face him.

My eyes widen at the sudden closeness of our faces. I teasingly wipe some of the whipped cream off of his cheek with my finger, locking off my finger afterward.

"It actually tastes decent." I say gracefully, even though we added way too much. He chuckles at me, letting go of my arms but remaining his steady grip on my waist.

He uses his finger to wipe some whipped cream off of my face, copying my actions and smiling.

"Look at the counter." He whispers, pointing his finger. I turn my head, looking at the counter. His finger goes under my chin, pulling my face back at his.

He leans in, I do too.

Once our lips are about to meet, he leans back. "You son of a bitch!" I yelled. He starts laughing. I grab the back of his neck, pulling his face towards mine.

We finally kiss!

(This imagine wil proly be deleted but I needed to update bc I'm so offline rn???)