Not just any chaos, but divine chaos. Flour and sprinkles coated the floors like a celestial storm had hit, while frosting was smeared on countertops, the walls, and—well, mostly on Adam and Y/N. They stood in the middle of it, their casual clothing a stark contrast to their heavenly status. Adam, towering at 9 feet, wore a ripped black leather jacket over a vintage band tee, his signature golden wings folded behind him. His short, fluffy brunette hair was streaked with frosting, his dark sunglasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose as if he hadn't noticed the sheer disaster around him.
Y/N, at 7 feet tall, looked effortlessly comfy in a loose oversized hoodie with fluffy pink wings glowing faintly behind her. Her curly white hair was now dotted with sprinkles and streaked with pink icing, but she didn't seem to care. She was too busy trying to create the most ridiculous cupcake possible.
"You think you can out-chaos me, Adam?" Y/N asked, her voice filled with a mix of playfulness and challenge as she added a heaping mound of frosting to her already towering cupcake.
Adam leaned back against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. "Babe, I am chaos. Look at this kitchen. Look at this destruction." He waved one long arm around, gesturing to the frosting-covered battlefield they'd created. "This is my domain."
He lifted a cupcake with a flourish—topped with a massive swirl of frosting, sprinkles, and, for good measure, a sparkler sticking out of it. The thing practically screamed dangerous.
Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You're really putting a sparkler on your cupcake? Is that even safe?"
"Safe?" Adam laughed, tossing his fluffy hair back dramatically. "I'm an archangel. Safety's for mortals. I could summon a volcano and still be fine." He flicked his wings, sending a small gust of wind that blew sprinkles across the room.
Y/N, not missing a beat, grabbed a bottle of hot sauce and squirted it right onto her cupcake. "You think you can out-chaos me with your sparkler? I just brought the heat, babe."
Adam's eyes lit up with that familiar gleam of mischief. "Oh, now we're talking." He spun around and flung a handful of sprinkles toward her, watching them fly like a glittering storm, before dumping syrup onto his cupcake like it was a flood.
Y/N chuckled as the syrup oozed down the sides of his cupcake. "You're out of your mind," she said, laughing harder as she picked up another cupcake. "But I'm in good company."
Then came the real chaos. Adam grabbed a handful of whipped cream, aimed at Y/N, and squeezed. It hit the ceiling and splattered everywhere—just not where he'd intended. "Uh... that wasn't exactly the plan," he muttered, staring at the whipped cream on the ceiling.
Y/N burst into laughter, almost dropping her cupcake in the process. "You can't even hit me with whipped cream. How are you going to keep up with my level of chaos?"
Adam grinned like a mischievous child, his wings glowing gold behind him. "Oh, you're going down, Y/N. Watch this."
With a flick of his wrist, he sent a cupcake flying in her direction—but this time, he had more accuracy. It landed on Y/N's head with a splat.
Y/N froze for a moment, her expression blank as the cupcake sat there, precariously perched on her curly white hair. Then, she tilted her head to the side, gave him a deadpan look, and slowly took the cupcake off her head.
"You are so going to pay for that," she said, her wings flickering pink as she crossed her arms.
Adam, still laughing like a maniac, barely had time to react before Y/N grabbed the nearest bowl of frosting and splashed it directly on his face. It stuck to his golden wings like a sticky cloud.
"Oh, come on!" Adam said, trying to rub the frosting out of his eyes. "That's a low blow!"
Y/N, now laughing uncontrollably, wiped the frosting off her own face and took a deep breath. "Low blow? You started this. And, babe? You're still covered in whipped cream."
Adam blinked. "I know. And it's beautiful."
Y/N shook her head, grinning, her pink wings fluttering behind her as she grabbed a handful of sprinkles and tossed them into the air—directly at Adam. They rained down like colorful confetti.
He stood there for a moment, fully decked out in whipped cream, sprinkles, and frosting. Then, with a dramatic sigh, he said, "You know what? Fine. You win this round."
But as he said that, he suddenly flared his wings, sending a gust of wind that blew all the cupcakes, frosting, and sprinkles into the air like an explosion. The kitchen looked like a disaster zone.
"Round two?" Adam asked, his grin still wide, like the chaos was never going to stop.
Y/N paused, her wings glowing softly, and sighed. "You really want to do this again?"
"Oh, come on, babe. You know we're the perfect team. A little destruction never hurt anyone. Besides, you love me in this state." He gestured to the mess around him, his golden wings flaring with energy.
Y/N chuckled, dusting frosting from her hoodie. "Yeah, yeah. I love you. But next time, we're ordering takeout."
Adam chuckled. "Deal."
But just as they were about to go for round two, the oven beep. The next batch of cupcakes was done.
Y/N and Adam exchanged a look—one that said, We're not done yet.
And so, they continued their chaotic, delicious rampage. Their kitchen may have been destroyed, but at least they were having fun—and, as archangels, they had all the time in the world to clean up later.
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SLEEP DEPRIVATION!!!!!!!
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