AVATAR IMAGINES ━━ atla , lok

bolin | food fight

summary - that time you tried to bake a cake with bolin but it turned into a food fight (earth bender!reader)
warnings - probably a curse somewhere

"you need 4 cups of sugar- no you're holding the salt, bolin that's the salt!"

you struggled to snatch the bag away from him as he dodged all of your attacks. bolin laughed as he watched you loose your cool but immediately froze when he saw your eyes become devoid of any emotions.

suddenly, the bag as placed in your hands and the sugar was placed in the bowl.

"thank you," you smiled, the action almost as sweet as the cakes you were creating.

bolin gulped as you mixed the sugar with the butter, still afraid of your quick changing moods. he stood closer to you, his hand hesitantly taking the wooden spoon from your smaller hand.

after some tugging he managed to get it and began to stir the mixture himself whilst you got some water.

you came back only seconds later to see the earth bender covered in flour with a guilty grin on his face.

unamused, you shifted your foot creating a small pillar of earth under his foot.

bolin lost his balance, his body falling down and the spoon with him. somehow within all the madness the mixture landed on you.

instead of the dread he would usually feel around you, an evil grin appeared on the man's face.

it was you who now felt scared.

"bolin... no."

"bolin yes!"

he got up and grabbed a fistful of cake batter throwing it into your uniform. he smirked as you wiped it off and got into a fighting stance, a smirk on yours too.

bolin quickly held the bowl and attacked you with rapid fire shots of batter. each lazy shot was blocked by round blockades of earth that acted as small shields.

you flexed your hand downwards and the shields spun, the batter went flying hitting bolin, yourself and the rest of the kitchen.

your laughter filled the room as the two of you abandoned any sort of strategy and began to smear the mixture on each other's faces like kids.

with a proud smile, you wiped flour in his mouth making his rosy cheeks contrast with the bottom half of his face.

"i think i win," you sighed, the two of you slowing in your movements.

you suddenly became aware of how close the two of you were, his arms around your waist as your floury hands remained on his face.

it was now your turn to blush as bolin brought his messy hand over yours, as lazy grin on his face.

"i think i win," he whispered and before you could question him he gently placed his floury lips on yours.

the action initially surprised you but you soon found yourself relaxing into his embrace.

"it's about time!"

you quickly pulled apart as face the source of the voice. frowning, you created a barrier between you and asami hoping that the flour hid your red face.

bolin's wiped the powder away and kissed your head and moved away.

"you're cleaning up."

"no, i'm not!"