You awake from a good nights sleep only to find that your boyfriend, Jack Barakat, wasn't next to you. Assuming he got to the studio early, you throw on one of his shirts, it's a bit big on you but it covers your ass which is good because you can't be bothered to put trousers on.
Hopping down the stairs in a childlike manner. 'shit, shit, shit' you hear Jack yell from the kitchen, you rush in to see if he's okay, he's fine, aside from covered in flour, you giggle and he notices your presence.
'You okay, mr. Barakat?'
'I was trying to surprise you by making cookies' he said making a pouty face
'C'mon, we can do it together?' You say, surprised by your own enthusiasm.
Before you know it, the cookie mixture is all over your pristine kitchen, and you and Jack are mid-war with flour as artillery,
'' [y/n] surrender now or forever be baked until golden brown' he said in a playful tone.
'Never!' You say matching his voice. Suddenly flour was strewn all over the house, and Jack was hiding, with flour in hand you walk cautiously around the bar. He drops seemingly from no where growling at you, he picks you up and puts you on the bar
''Do you surrender yet?''
''Hold on'' you put one last handful of flour on the top of his head ''okay, now I surrender'' he then smashes his lips into yours
''Good..Now you're mine''
After that you go shopping and buy cookies.
