tratie oneshots

{ baking }

words: 407

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this is actual awfulness in 400 words. i would recommend not reading it

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"Trav!" Katie laughed, attempting to snatch the bag of flour from her boyfriend's grasp, "That's too much flour!"

"Says who?" he waved her off, dumping even more into the bowl.

"The recipe! This isn't gonna mix in!" she stared in exasperation at the cloud of white that temporarily hung in the air as Travis poured the last of the bag out.

"It'll be fine, Katie-kat! We'll just add more of the other ingredients!" he blindly grabbed at an egg, before cracking and dropping it - shell and all - onto the mound of flour.

Groaning, she started to pick out the flecks of white from the now broken yolk, glancing up every few seconds to glare at Travis, only to see him smiling like an idiot.

"What are you smiling at, Stoll? You have to clean all this up," the smile didn't disappear from his face, as she had anticipated, instead growing even wider.

She opened her mouth to ask why he hadn't spoken up, but before she could, his hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and causing her breath to hitch.

Their faces were millimeters apart, as he met her eyes - cerulean meeting ivy - before closing the gap and brushing his lips against hers.

His eyes portrayed nothing but concern as he spoke once again, "Our cake's gonna burn, Kates!"

Rolling her eyes, she slung an arm around his neck, "We haven't even put it in the oven yet, idiot."

Pulling away as if nothing had happened, Travis grabbed a whisk off the counter and began furiously mixing the flour-filled mixture, "Well then, let's hurry up! Connor asked for this birthday cake yesterday, but I forgot."

Ignoring the blush furiously spreading across her cheeks, Katie mustered a halfhearted glare to send his way, "You forgot his birthday and cake? When were you planning on telling him that?"

"Well, I figured he'd have figured that much out by now- hey!" he stared at her in mock offense as he tried to brush the flour she'd thrown at him out of his hair.

"Nice hairdo," she smirked, before grabbing the flour bag and sprinting across the kitchen.

"Oh, it's on, Gardner." Travis grabbed the still mostly unmixed bowl of cake batter off the table, before grabbing a spoon and launching some at her.

Thirty minutes and around two bags of flour later, both nearly blended into the landscape of white they'd created, but stood laughing, still armed with their kitchen utensils of choice.

Even the hour of cleaning was worth it.

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you were warned

is it obvious that i was tired and didn't want to write more? most likely

do i really care? as obviously stated, i'm tired, so not really. i'll care tomorrow

anyway, i do hope you...enjoyed? maybe? probably not.

bye!

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