Antisepticeye x Reader One-Shots (FLUFF ONLY)

Baking

((a/n) I apologize for the year of no updates. I just got really lazy. I can't promise that I won't do it again tho BC honestly I'm a bit of a wreck right now.))

You walk into the kitchen in your pajamas, your bare feet padding gently across the tile. You've been up for hours, but with today being your day off and such, you saw no reason to change. You notice with some part of your mind that it's raining heavily outside.

You hear snoring coming from anti, who is sleeping on the couch. He sleeps peacefully, and you just can't bring yourself to wake him up.

You pad back into the kitchen and look around. With nothing else to do, you decide to make your boyfriend's (and your own) favorite treat. Chocolate chip cookies. 

You pulled up a recipe on your phone and set the device leaning against the fruit bowl. You skim through the instructions and bounce around the kitchen gathering ingredients from the cupboards and the fridge.

Following the instructions, you mix the dry ingredients and the wet ingredients separately before adding the dry to the wet. The smell of cookie dough fills the kitchen, and evidently the rest of the house too, because Anti pulled himself off the couch and was now standing in the doorway. He meets your eyes and asks, in an adorably childish voice, "Cookies?"

You hold back your giggles and nod at him before continuing to mix the dough. Anti comes up behind you and wraps his hands around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"(Y/n)?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I help?"

"Are you going to charr them this time?"

"Hey! They weren't that burnt...." He pouts.

You laugh at his antics and give him a kiss on the cheek. "I'm just teasing you Anti. Of course you can help." You hand him the spoon you're using to stir. He stirs, and you set about cleaning up the countertop. By the time you finish, the dough is one solid color, and it's time to add the chocolate chips.

You overexageratedly bow, presenting Anti with the chocolate chips, "Would you like to do the honors, my love?"

He takes the bag, stares at you for a moment, then rolls his eyes with a small smile. "You are such a dork, you know that?" Anti asks as he pours in the chocolate chips.

You tap your chin, pretending to be thinking, "Do I know that?" You pause and smile, "Yes, yes I do."

The two of you proceed to roll a dough into teaspoon sized balls and space them evenly apart on the cookie sheets. You pop them in the oven and set the timer.

Fifteen minutes later, you and anti are laying on the sofa munching on your warm, chocolatey creations. With his free hand, anti intertwines his and your fingers and squeezes. You give a small squeeze back and close your eyes, resting your head on his chest.

Soon your boyfriend is snoring, a half eaten cookie resting in his other hand.

God, you love him.