Imagines/oneshots Book 1

174. Ryan sitkowski - sweet spot

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Request:
"May I have one where Ryan is really depressed and down but the reader/gf makes him feel appreciated, loved and cared for by being sweet and caring? "

I mean it kinda works? i haven't done a baking themed one in a while so i hope yall like it

Song: the kids by Charlotte cardin
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i paced around the kitchen like a chicken with its head cut off. Ryan had been home for a couple days already and was definitely feeling the after tour blues and i wanted to do something special for him. i decided i was gonna bake to my hearts content, hoping it would make him feel better, maybe even just a little bit. i was busy starting a batch of chocolate chip cookies when the timer went off.

"shit!"

i said, whipping around and grabbing my pot holders, swinging the oven door open and pulling the tray of brownies out of the oven. i shoved a toothpick in the center of it and sighed in relief. they were done and they smelled heavenly.

"baby what are you doing?"

ryan said as he walked into the kitchen, yawning. He had been sleeping and staying in bed practically since he had gotten home. i turned back around and finished measuring the brown sugar out.

"baking, what are you doing?"

i said nonchalantly. i looked up at him as i measured out the butter and dropped it in the wet ingredient bowl. he looked at me a little confused.

"what are you baking?"

i shrugged as i started mixing the wet ingredients together, trying to squish the butter down into pieces.

"chocolate chip cookies at the moment. wanna help?"

i smiled at him as i moved the wet ingredient bowl to the side, pulling over another empty bowl. he walked a little closer to the counter.

"do you want me to help?"

he looked down into the bowl as i measured out the salt and dropped it in.

"sure baby, i might need a strong man to fully mix all the ingredients together."

i winked at him and he laughed a little at me.

"sure babe."

i put the sifter on top of the bowl and grabbed the flour.

"oh thats dangerous."

he said as i opened it. i laughed at him.

"is that so?"

he nodded.

"havent you ever seen those movies with baking or some shit in them? the couples end up getting it all over themselves and then they are all cute and shit."

i smiled widely.

"so youre saying im not allowed to get this all over me?"

he stepped closer to me and kissed me gently. when he pulled away he nodded.

"thats exactly what im saying."

i smirked at him.

"does that mean i can get it all over you?"

he looked worried for a second.

"dont you dare."

i looked down at the bowl and shrugged.

"i dont know what youre talking about."

i measured out the flour and dropped it into the sifter, both of us leaning back as it puffed at us. he sent me a look and i pecked him on the cheek.

"youd better not get that shit on me."

i looked down at the bowl and picked the sifter up, hitting it against my hand to get it all to drop into the bowl.

"i wont, mr grumpy gills."

he stepped behind me and hugged me around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

"See, no mess."

I said sticking my hand in the sifter and breaking up some of the larger pieces.

"Sure."

He said, letting me go so I could put it in the sink. I started mixing the dry ingredients together before dumping some into the wet ingredient bowl. He laughed at me as some of it flew out and landed on my clean black shirt. I sent him a look.

"I told you that shit was dangerous."

He said between laughs. Then I got a thought. I'd already broke one rule, what was one more. I reached into the flour container and pinched some between my fingers. His smile dropped.

"Don't you dare."

He warned and I pulled my hand out puffing it at him. He shrieked for a second, backing up as it hit him square in the chest. He looked down at his shirt as I laughed. He looked so sad now.

"Oh come in baby it's just a little flour. When we wash that shirt it'll come right out."

I stepped to him and snaked my arms around his waist, folding my hands together so I didn't get more of it on him. He glared down at me for a second.

"Yeah but I didn't wanna change again. This is like the first day in three days that I've put a new shirt on."

I scrunched up my face.

"You're nasty."

He nodded his head at me.

"I'm your nasty."

He booped my nose and we both laughed.

"Did you at least shower?"

He laughed again.

"Of course I didn't."

I shook my head at him.

"What'd'ya say when the cookies are done we go do that?"

He smirked at me.

"You mean I get hot cookies and my hot girlfriend? Like within ten minutes of each other?"

I laughed at him.

"Twenty, give or take. we're getting clean in there first."

He leaned down and pecked me on the lips gently.

"I'll take it."