prompt: idk its shrove tuesday soon + behzstar is the reason im alive. submitted by: myself?? idk.
i love behzstar & i am willing to fight someone for this. i couldn't find a photo of behzstar together so have flowerboy!vik instead.
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before we start, vik's speech is in italics, and ethans is normal.
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vik loves shrove tuesday. it's the only day in the year where he can stuff his face with pancake-y goodness. ethan wasn't that big of a fan of pancakes, until vik came into his life.
every shrove tuesday, vik and ethan spend their day cuddling, eating pancakes and watching as many shitty comedy movies as possible - ethan would prefer it to be horror movies but vik's afraid of them. it became tradition one year after vik came barrelling into ethan's flat, a fork and a plate in hand, demanding pancakes.
ethan panicked - he had no clue how to even make pancakes! all he knew was they needed to be flipped after like, 2 minutes. but instead of telling vik he didn't know how to make them, he tried to impress his crush. he went on his phone 'sneakily' and searched how to make the perfect pancakes.
you will need : flour, baking powder, salt, caster sugar, milk, eggs and butter.
shitting hell, i have none of these things - except milk, butter and salt - it's a start.
"vik, i have near enough none of the ingredients for pancakes" ethan awkwardly rubbed his neck after saying this, scared vik would be upset.
the cinnamon boy giggled before stating "i knew you wouldn't, that's why i brought it all for you! i even brought toppings! "
as time passed and vik got the mixture ready, claiming ethan was incapable and vik had a trick up his sleeve, literally. the cinnamon boy, ironically, had a little jar of cinnamon up his sleeve and sprinkled some into the mix while ethan watched with adoration in his blue eyes.
"ethan, you need to cook them because i'm shit at cooking "
"i- what- what do i do?"
"you put them on heat until one side is golden brown, then you flip them and do the same as before "
"vik- i dont know, what if i mess them up?"
"you won't, babe! just try! "
neither of them noticed the slip of vik's tongue, and ethan proceeded to cook the pancakes -he was doing well until the flipping part - he was worried about getting the mixture stuck to the ceiling of his flat. ethan built up the courage and tried to flip the pancake.
key word: tried.
the pancake ended up barely moving and flopped on itself - now folded in half.
ethan huffed, determined to flip the pancake.
vik however was silently giggling in the corner - he found the look of determination on his crushes face fucking adorable, before deciding to record the fiasco. the next time the pancake was flipped - fully this time - ethan turned around, shouting in joy before rushing to spin vik around joyfully.
"and the pancake flipper of the year is ethan payne! "
ethan turned red before quickly pecking vik on the cheek and rushing to put on a movie - leaving vik to blush crimson red.
a few moments passed before a shout was heard:
"ethaaaaaan! "
the called boy trailed into the kitchen, slightly confused. upon entering the kitchen, ethan noticed the shortest sideman pouting and glaring at the top shelf of the cupboard.
"whats wrong?"
"i can't reach the nutella! this is your fault!"
"woah there cupcake, calm down, i'll get it for you- see."
after getting vik's beloved nutella down, ethan pecked vik's lips and the quick peck turned into a makeout session.
