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Baking Hazards

Requested by @Sporthb1

Michael's POV

I wake up to the smell of something burning.

Holy shit is my first thought as I shoot up in bed. I see the empty space next to me in bed and grow even more worried.

I jump up, throwing on my hoodie and a pair of weed-patterned sweatpants before flying down the stairs.

"Rich! Rich, what's going on?" I hear a noise come from the kitchen and follow it.

"Fuck. It's ok, Mikey. I think? I'm sorry...uh...could you help maybe?"

I hear Rich's voice and turn the corner not sure what to expect. Rich is staring at the oven, holding the fire extinguisher in front of him like a sword. Smoke is coming out of the oven.

Rich shoots me a desperate look and I run forward, quickly opening the oven and peering inside.

Rich looks over my shoulder. "Are we ok? Is there a fire? Take the fire extinguisher, turn off the oven, get rid of all the fire hazards-"

I laugh, shaking my head. I turn off the oven and use hot pads to pull a pan of blackened muffins out. "Rich-"

"Take the fire extinguisher, Michael is there any fire-" Rich holds it out to me, his eyes flicking back and forth between the oven and the pan in my hands.

I set the pan down. "Rich, I love that you were trying to bake but what the fuck happened?"

Rich looked confused. "W-well...i just wanted to try to bake something because we watched that one baking show a couple days ago. You know, after we watched the horror movie and were both too scared so we watched something else to calm our nerves? So I just felt like baking something after that. And then I found a muffin recipe on my phone and-"

"Rich, I didn't want a novel."

Rich huffs. "I don't know how to bake shit, whatever. I was just trying it out, but then I thought it was taking forever to cook so I turned the temperature up but then I figured that was a fire hazard or something so I turned it off but then I still wanted to finish baking it so I turned it back on and I think I turned it too high? Anyway, it started smoking and I thought I was gonna die so I grabbed the fire extinguisher but then I was too scared to do anything with it."

Rich takes a deep breath, having said most of that all in the same breath.

I bite my lip to stifle a smile. My boyfriend is just too cute.

"What?" He says, glaring at me. "Mikey, what it?"

"Just you," I say, dragging a chair over and sitting down.

Rich's face turns bright red and he stares at his feet.

"Richie? Do you still wanna bake something? I can help you. My moms both taught me how to bake pretty well..."

"U-uh...sure. As long as nothing burns down, yeah?" Rich pokes at one of the muffins.

I throw the muffins in the trash, because there's no way either of us are going to eat them at this point. Then I get out the ingredients to make cookies.

"Ok, we're gonna make cookies. Because I don't feel like muffins after seeing those," I say, gesturing to the garbage can where the muffins are now.

Rich nods. "Ok." He scans all the ingredients spread over the counter. "Um. You'd better do this. I don't know a thing about cooking-"

I take him through the process of making cookie batter. He does pretty well, after only a couple mishaps.

Then we reach the baking part.

"I'm not going near that thing again," rich declares, hiding behind me and glaring at the oven.

"Ok. I figured," I say, picking up the new pan and walking up to the oven.

"But wait- Michael be careful. It's a fire hazard-" Rich says quickly.

"I'll be fine, dont worry." I put the cookies in, then set a timer on the oven.

"And that's how ya do it." I step back from the oven.

Rich nods slowly. "Ok, ok....I'm...not gonna remember any of that." He hops up and sits on top of the counter. "Baking seemed so much funner on the show..."

"Did you hate that then?"

"No. But it wasnt as fun as THIS-" He reaches out and quickly grabs the flour container, pulling out handful and flinging it at me.

Soon it's a cookie-ingredient fight. Flour covers everything. Theres a few smashed eggs on the floor. The chocolate chips spilled all over the counter.

Rich and I are both exhausted. Rich's back slides down the cabinets and he sits on the floor, catching his breath. I copy his actions.

"How are we gonna clean this all up?" Rich groans, surveying the scene.

"Dont worry, Moritz will come clean it all up. I'm sure hed be happy to lick up this mess."

Rich glares at me. "How dare you, Moritz would get so sick from all this. Dont you care about our dog??"

As if on cue, the Frenchton trots into the kitchen. Rich shoots up, scooping the dog into his arms. "Nononono, Moritz you gotta stay out, buddy." He sets Moritz in another room as I get up to start cleaning the mess myself.

Rich comes back, frowning slightly. "Mikey, we need to hurry and clean this up because it breaks my heart to lock Moritz in another room alone. And I dont care if you say you dont have a heart, you're helping me-"

I roll my eyes. "I'll help, ok? Look, I already started."

The timer for the cookies beeps only a couple minutes into the cleaning process. I retrieve the cookies from the oven, since I'm sure Rich is still scared to do it himself.

We finish up cleaning while the cookies cool, and then we can't wait any longer.

We end up eating most of the cookies right there in one sitting, but who cares about health anyway.

A/n

Hello

Merry Thanksgiving
If you celebrate Thanksgiving

And if you dont, happy national today day

Yeah

It's all snowy here
Pretty great

Except when your family somehow convinced you to run a 5k that you never wanted to do, and especially not with snow-

Anywaysssssss

Hope you all have a great day

Enjoy the free invisible, non-existent slushie I just sent to you through the screen :)

And
Bye ig

-moose