Disney Descendants - Shorts, Imagines + One Shots

{Carlos x Reader} How NOT to Bake a Cake

(note: suggested by michelle_231 , you're the daughter of captain hook, slight trigger warning, apologise if it wasn't quite what you asked for, hope you enjoy)

The kitchen was large and filled with several different stoves, ovens, sinks, utensils and other strange objects that you had never seen before. You tapped your scarlet red nails on a reflective tabletop, staring at the polished tile floor with confusion.

How the fuck do you bake a cake?

You were snapped completely out of thought when the heavy door slammed open.

"Hey," a boy with freckled cheeks and frosted tips grinned, "Sorry I was just at the library looking for a recipe." He dropped his white jacket with black spots onto a bench and on top of your leather crimson trench coat.

"That's a relief," you perkily smiled, "I thought I was going to be stuck baking this thing all on my own."

Carlos lightly laughed as he approached you, burgundy hard-cover in his hands. "Come on, I can't leave you to bake our best friend a birthday cake by yourself! You'd totally burn the entire school down...again."

"Ha. Ha," you snickered sarcastically.

So you couldn't figure out how to use the Bunsen burner? It was one time!

Carlos looked at you with a smile. You stood there for a moment, eyes locked before tapping the book in the boy's hands, "So? What do we need?"

He immediately snapped out of his thoughts and began flipping through the book. Carlos stopped on a page roughly three quarters of the way through and placed it down on the cold surface.

"Let's start with a bowl, spoon and a cake tin."

You squatted down on your knees, scanning the racks bellow the bench for the required utensils. From the corner of your eye you saw Carlos beeline for the draws. He returned seconds later with a large, wooden mixing spoon.

"Mixing bowl, cake tin...," you checked as you stood up straight, staring down at the tabletop, "...aaaaand spoon. What next?"

Briefly skimming over the book on the table, Carlos informed, "Okay I'll go pre-heat the oven whilst you get some flour, sugar, salt, eggs, vanilla essence, oil and milk."

"Wait what?" you screwed up your face, puzzled by the amount of items the boy just instructed you to get.

Carlos sighed, "I guess I'll pre-heat the oven and get the flour, sugar and salt. That leaves you with the eggs, vanilla essence, oil and milk. Can you handle that?"

You raised an eyebrow.

"I'll take that as a 'yes' then," chuckled Carlos as he walked towards the pantry.

You also went off on a voyage to collect your items. From across the room you said, "So do you have any idea why Mal and Jay cancelled?"

Carlos didn't reply. For a little while, there was nothing but silence.

After an awkwardly long pause, he called back from inside the pantry, "They cancelled?"

"Yeah; they said they were too busy to help bake Evie a cake. I told them that I just wouldn't do it this year but they insisted that you and I still bake one," you cautiously slid a carton of large eggs under your arm, "Although they did say that they'd stop by the kitchen at some point."

From deep in the pantry you heard Carlos mutter, "Those fuckers."

Immediately spinning on your heels, you tilted your head sideways and laughed, "What was that, de Vil?"