Ashton:
"Y/N, come eat," Ashton called up to you as you were changing after your shower. You smelled some sort of earthy aroma floating up from the kitchen so you hurried to finish pulling your sweatpants on. Walking out the door, you saw Ashton leaning over the table placing a pot of something green at the center of the table. "Ashton.. this is just broccoli," you said as you lifted the lid. "Oh, right," he scurried into the kitchen and brought out two bowls of rice and various sauces. He saw your amused expression and shrugged, giggling, "We didn’t really have much food, but we can go grocery shopping together tomorrow." "You know we could’ve just gotten takeout and saved this lovely broccoli for another night," you said to him. He replied quickly, "No! If I want to be with you for the rest of my life I need to be able to contribute to our meals once in a while!" You were both quiet for a moment, not sure what to say.
Michael:
Holy crap it smells so good, you thought to yourself and you were happy Michael was making dinner tonight. You’d been really stressed recently from the onslaught of papers your boss had been making you fill out for him, and Michael had taken it upon himself to relieve some of your stress by making dinner himself. You’d been worried at first, but the cheesy smells wafting from the kitchen erased those worries completely. Michael had told you to stay upstairs until he called you down, but you couldn’t help it anymore. You tiptoed down and peered around the doorframe to see what the wonderful smell was. “Michael! You told me you were making dinner!” Your tall, purple-haired boyfriend spun around quickly, startled by your presence, “Y/N, I told you not to come down until I called you,” you pouted at you, trying to hide the pizza box from your view, “you could’ve at least waited until is gotten rid of the box,” he said softly as you walked closer. He looked down at the ground in shame, and you looked up at him, reassuring him that you were completely fine with eating Domino’s.
Luke:
You’d been a bit nervous since Luke called you at work and told you he had a big surprise for you when you got home. Naturally you’d been wondering for the past few hours what he was planning for your date tonight. He’d also told you to dress nicely so you’d bought a simple black dress on your way home. You placed your key into the door when you arrived at the apartment you shared with Luke. You scrunched your nose as you opened the door and the smell of ash oozed from the apartment. You placed your bags next to the door and walked around to the kitchen, stopping in your tracks when you saw the scene in front of you. Luke was in the kitchen, wrapped up in a checkered apron, with one hand around the handle of a pan on the stove and the other stretched out, holding the oven door open so he could peer inside. His hair was a mess, it looked as if he’d been running his hands through it a few dozen times. “Um.. Luke?” You said softly, still confused at what exactly was happening, and where that ash smell was coming from. He spun around to face you and you saw a look of slight embarrassment flash across his face as he looked down, saying, “I tried to make a romantic dinner, but the first dish got burned to a crisp.” You chuckled to yourself as your question about the smell was answered. You walked over to him, taking the pan from his hand as he ran his other hand through his hair again. “We can still have a romantic dinner, but I’ll just help you make it,” you smiled at him. A sigh of gratitude escaped his lips and he placed a quick kiss on your forehead as he whispered his thanks, running a hand through his hair again.
Calum:
You were going to just have some instant noodles for dinner. You’d had a long day at work and your workout had left you exhausted; too exhausted to cook for you and your boyfriend. You had texted Calum to tell him that you weren’t up to cooking tonight, but he might not have received the text as he hadn’t replied yet. When you arrived home, you walked straight to the couch and fell face-down onto the soft cushions. A few minutes later, half asleep, you forced yourself to sit up and walk into the kitchen. You opened the refrigerator door, failing to notice your boyfriend, clad in nothing but white socks, standing in front of the counter over a pot of boiling spaghetti. Hearing the door open, Calum looked over his shoulder at you and giggled at your posture, “You’re walking like a zombie.” You looked across the room, finally noticing him. You were pulled a little out of your stupor when you saw his muscular back turned to you. “Why aren’t you wearing clothes?” You asked him slowly, yawning mid-sentence. “Two reasons: the first is because it’s fucking hot in this house, and the second is because I thought I might be able to wake you up a bit,” he responded to you, still facing away from you, keeping his eye on the cooking pasta. Your mind was still foggy, but you managed to walk up behind him and press your body to his with your arms around him, “Are you trying to seduce me?” You whispered to him. He turned around and whispered back, “Is it working?” You grinned widely, still a bit sleepy but more turned on than anything, and replied, “Definitely,” as he grinned back at you.
