Why Don't We Imagines

Official Hang Out (Corbyn)

Corbyn had texted you if you wanted to come over and bake a cake with him.

He said it'd be fun since he hadn't baked one in awhile and even said that he won't throw flour at you (which you are still skeptical about).

"So I bought five different cake mixes because I didn't know which one you wanted to make." he informs you with a sheepish smile as you stare at the counter with the five boxes of cake mix.

"Let's make all of them." you shrug and he nods in agreement.

"3 eggs, a cup of oil, and 2/3 cup of milk." Corbyn reads off the ingredients for the chocolate cake mix.

Corbyn had earlier put out all the ingredients, measuring cups, and bowls on the counter, so the only thing you two had to do was measure and mix.

He opens the box of cake mix and takes out the plastic bag that held the mix.

He grabs scissors that were nearby and opens it.

"I love how it smells." he smiles while raising the cake mix to his face, then puts it in front of you.

You share a smile as he pours the mix into a large bowl.

"So just to warn you, if you let me crack the eggs, we'll end up with a crunchy cake." you warn him, and he only chuckles.

"Here," he tells you and proceeds to grab a small bowl.

He places it in front of you and then grabs an egg, offering it.

"Practice. I'll support you. WOO Y/N! YOU GOT THIS!" Corbyn cheers, clapping his hands.

"Corbyn, we're gonna run out of eggs if I do this." you tell him smiling, but he looks unfazed.

"It's okay, I'll buy more." he assures you, but you would feel bad so you know you really have to try to not get any shells in the yolk.

"Well, how do you do it?" you ask him and he takes the egg and begins to explain.

"So I just tap it against the side of the bowl twice and then once it's broken in two and the yolk and stuff come out, I quickly throw it away or set it on a napkin."

He puts his words into action and demonstrates.

"Easy."

He pours the egg into the big bowl that had the cake mix and then sets the small bowl in front of you, waiting for you to make an attempt.

"Y/N I BELIEVE IN YOU!"

You did it.

Today, you succeeded in cracking an egg while Corbyn Besson cheered for you.

"Never forget this moment." Corbyn tells you with a grin.

"Never." you laugh and add the egg into the mix.

After hours of baking, waiting, cracking eggs (and jokes), and resisting the urge to through flour at each other, the cakes are all cooling.

"Take a photo of me so you never forget today." Corbyn tells you and you nod.

"Here, let's put the cake boxes here."

He moves the cakes boxes and puts two bowls in front of him.

"Aw, we threw away the chocolate box. Now we only have four." you point out and he frowns.

"It's okay. I'm sure the taste of the cake will be unforgettable, which makes up for it." Corbyn mentions.

He proceeds to posing, and then you snap the photo.

You show him the photo and he comments, "aesthetic."

"You should make it your lock screen... just saying." Corbyn gives a small smile and then walks over to where the cakes are.

"Can you grab the plates from over there, please?" he asks you as he points to two stacked plates.

"Yeah." you tell him and go to grab the plates.

You smile widely as you see what's written on the top plate.

It reads, will you go on a date with me?

You grab both plates and turn around to see him looking at you with anticipation and a smile almost as big as yours.

"Is that a yes?"

You nod and place both plates by him, and you ask, "when?"

He smiles innocently and says, "I didn't think you'd say yes and didn't plan that far..."

Corbyn places a slice of the cake on the plates and you both proceed to eat and make plans for the date.