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Baking

A S H T O N :

"Ashton!" Ashton’s laughter filled the kitchen as you scowled at him, your black shirt now covered in white powder from when Ashton had flicked flour in your face. Glaring at him, you grabbed a handful of the baking soda and flicked it all over his face and into his hair, biting your lip to contain your laughter. It was originally supposed to be a nice little affair; you and Ashton gathered in the kitchen to make your famous chocolate chip cupcakes. When Ashton first offered to help, you were hesitant; you knew how messy he gets and you didn’t want to have to clean up after him so you told him no. But after his incessant begging and use of puppy dog eyes, you reluctantly agreed. Now as both of you were covered in cupcake ingredients, you couldn’t even be bothered to be mad as the two of you were now doubled over in hysterics. "Come ‘ere, baby!" Ashton yelled, holding a spoonfull of chocolate frosting and walking towards you. You shrieked and ran around the kitchen island, grabbing an egg in the process. Just as Ashton rounded you in a corner, you quickly cracked the egg on his head, howling with laughter as the yolk dripped down his face, smirking as his mouth dropped open. "You did not just do that," he said in shock. Holding your hands out, you shrugged dramatically and ducked away from him while smirking. "I believe I just did, Irwin," you said cockily. "Whatcha gonna do about it?" This time it was Ashton’s turn to smirk as he grabbed the tube of icing and immediately ran towards you, causing you to bolt away from him. "Where you goin’ baby?" He asked in between his giggles, capturing you and pinning you against the counter, the tube of icing hovering over your face. "We’re just getting started."

C A L U M :

Wiping your arm across your forehead, you continued to stir the mixture of cake mix as your eyes trailed over the ingredients. Calum’s parents had invited the two of you over for a barbecue and you and Calum were in charge of dessert, and although he promised to help you bake the stupid cake, Calum has done nothing but sat next to you and watched you pour each and every ingredient in. Setting the bowl of mixture down, you turned around to wet a paper towel and as you turned back around, you growled when you saw Calum sticking his finger in the mixture and tasting it. “Calum!” You shrieked, slapping his hand away. Ignoring his groan, you snatched the bowl away from him and placed it on the counter, glaring at the dark haired boy as he pouted. “I just wanted to taste it!” He whined, jutting his bottom lip out. You shook your head and pointed a finger at him, your patience wearing thin. “Why should you get to taste it when you’ve done nothing to help me?” You asked, venom laced in your words. Calum’s shoulders dropped and he looked at you apologetically. “Babe —” You held your hand up, silencing him. “Save it, Cal.” Turning on your heel, you walked back over to the counter and poured the mixture into a pan, getting a potholder and gently placing it into the oven so it could cook. Just as you stood up straight, you felt Calum’s arms wrap around your waist and you tried to pry him off of you but he was too strong. His lips pressed against your neck, teeth nibbling gently on the skin as his fingers trailed underneath your shirt. “Forgive me,” he whispered against your neck, gently sucking the skin and you unwillingly let a moan slip past your lips. Turning around, you pressed your lips to his, giving him exactly what he wanted.

L U K E :

Music blared throughout your kitchen, laughter filling the air as you and Luke danced around. Both you and him were decked out in a chef hats and aprons, the countertops covered in flour and other various ingredients from the cookies that were now baking in the oven. It was Luke’s day off and he wanted nothing more than to spend it at home with you; just being lazy and wanting to spend as much time with you as he could. But you had other plans. While he was taking a nap, you decided to make him chocolate chip cookies — his favorite. But before you could surprise him, he woke up from the smell and immediately wanted to help you bake. So you broke out the ‘his and her’ apron set that Ashton had gotten you two as a joke and the chef hats that you had gotten from Disney World and you two started baking. Of course there were a few slip ups on the way to finishing; Luke decided to flick a handful of flour onto your nose and vice versa, but nothing too major. Now the two of you were just waiting for the oven to beep. Grabbing your hand, Luke twirled you so that you spun into his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he swayed you to the music. Peering down at you through his eyelashes, Luke beamed as he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss on your lips. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you deepened the kiss, your fingers tugging slightly on his hair which earned a slight groan from him. Just as his tongue traced your bottom lip, the oven dinged and Luke pulled away from you. “My cookies!”

M I C H A E L :

As soon as you walked into the house, the smell of something burning filled your nostrils and you immediately ran to the kitchen, spotting Michael surrounded by smoke and some sort of burnt food on the stovetop. Letting out a cough, you watched as he jumped in fright and turned around, frowning when he spotted you. Looking back and forth from you to the burnt food on the stove, he sighed dejectedly as he trudged towards you, taking off the apron he had been wearing. “I wanted to surprise you,” he muttered, leaning down and burying his face in your neck. You fingers ran through his hair soothingly, your free hand rubbing his back as he breathed gently into your neck. “I’m sorry for yelling,” he said quietly. Only an hour before the little incident, you and Michael had been arguing about how he never did anything for you anymore, that all he cared about was his music and that you felt you were just decoration. You both said things you didn’t mean and it ended with you storming out and clearing your head. Leaning onto your toes, you kissed his neck gently as your hand continued to rub his back. “I’m sorry too,” you whispered, tears coating your eyes as he pulled away from you. “I was trying to make you that truffle you liked, but I — uh — kinda failed,” he laughed pathetically, running a hand through his hair as you giggled quietly. “I see that,” you teased, nudging his shoulder gently. “But I appreciate the effort, baby.” Leaning up, you kissed him quickly before grinning. “Time to clean up now, Papa Smurf.”