*slams in and raises her leggy up real high* grats on your follower milestone you sexy beast! Ahem May we have some cherryberry? Blue making poor red try all his new recipes? The nastier the better and poor red eating it while screaming inside just to make blue smile?
i…. dont think i have ever written cherryberry before. as such this is kinda shitty (im sorry) and i highly recommend NOT reading it.
When Blue had asked for suggestions for new recipes, Red knew he wasn’t talking to him. But, surprise surprise, he can’t keep his damn mouth shut, and so he’d shouted across the kitchen for “anything with mustard!” It went mostly ignored aside from a look of disgust from his brother- which was really nothing new- but Blue had groaned and told him that his favored condiment was disgusting. He’d been joking with Stretch all day, back and forth with insults and jabs, and so it was out of habit, purely accidental, that he muttered “can’t be any worse than usual.”
He knew he’d fucked up when Stretch immediately excused himself to the restroom, Fell not even bothering to say goodbye before he walked out of the back door. Blue only smiled, a dangerously tight grin stretching across his face. It was goddamned terrifying.
“Well, if you say so!” The peppy tone somehow only made it scarier.
It had been a few hours of Blue making any recipe that came to mind involving mustard- a mustard cake, a mustard casserole, a fucking mustard taco- the flavors getting worse and worse, harder to stomach and burnt to a crisp. He shuddered, taking another bite of the mustard-themed food that was too burnt to recognize. In the past, he’d eaten literal garbage to survive, but somehow every bite of this was so much worse, especially having to force a grimace and pretending to enjoy it.
Blue was watching him take every bite, the same smile frozen on his face, and with his fork halfway to his mouth he stopped, letting it drop back to the plate, pushing it away and laying his head on the table.
“Babe, I’m so fucking sorry. I can’t do this shit anymore.”
He heard the other take a few steps towards him, felt the press of teeth against the back of his skull.
“Alright, you’ve suffered enough. I forgive you.” Red sighed. He felt like he could cry from relief. “You’re cleaning up the kitchen, though.”
