a taste of tech
Tech x reader (gn)
summary: Making broken chocolate with Tech!
warnings: none, just fluff
word count: ~740
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a/n: this is the sixteenth fic for my advent calendar and my excuse to shamelessly picture tech with a chef's hat.
When you asked Tech if he wanted to make broken chocolate with you, you didn't expect him to go into full Chocolatier mode.
But then again - it was Tech. What else did you expect?
And that is how you're standing here in your kitchen. While he even chose to wear an apron and a chef's hat, you're lucky you found a similar pair of socks to wear in the morning.
"You know that making broken chocolate isn't a piece of art?" you ask him, a little bit stunned. Even though you think he is slightly overdressed, you still have to admit that he looks absolutely cute with his hat.
"Yes, it is. The chocolate can't get too hot. Otherwise, it won't taste good. And it won't have that beautiful shimmer. On the other hand, the chocolate can not be too cold, or it will be too liquid and the swirls won't look good," he explains, carefully helping you to unwrap some of the chocolate bars and placing them on the baking tray.
"I pre-heated the oven already. That means we won't have to wait for so long until everything is melted," he informs you, going to work right after and putting the tray in the hot oven.
You aren't surprised as he even pulls a thermometer out of his apron's pocket and puts the one end next to the chocolate while he sticks the other end with the small display to the door.
"Have you already thought about how your chocolate pieces will look like?" you ask him, turning around and scanning all the different ingredients you took out of the cabinet while he was dressing up.
"I rather thought about how it will taste. I wanted to put some freeze-dried strawberries and raspberries on it, with a breeze of finely chopped nuts. And maybe, in the end, I have to try and put some salted sticks to a single corner. Wrecker said I should try that, but I am not sure about it, and, admittedly, confused about his preference of a sweet and salty mixture of a snack," he says, putting his thumb and a finger on his chin while thinking. "What about you?"
"Oh, I don't know yet. Maybe I'll try some sprinkles and edible glitter. Or I could make a snowman!" you think aloud, shrugging your shoulders in the end.
"Excellent idea. I think it will look perfectly fine," he encourages you while going over to the oven again, looking at the thermometer.
After some minutes, he pulls out the tray again, placing it carefully on the counter.
"Here," he says, giving you a toothpick and starting to make some swirls, mixing the light and the dark chocolate together.
You do the same, careful that the white chocolate doesn't get too many dark swirls. After that, both of you silently start to decorate your halves of the tray, and while Tech's side is starting to look very tasty and unbelievably pretty, you feel like a unicorn pooped on yours. Maybe -just maybe- it was too much glitter.
Nevertheless, it's about the taste and not about how it looks. You keep telling yourself, at least trying not to let yourself bring down your mood.
Tech looks like he's enjoying himself, and you wouldn't bring his mood down by saying how unsatisfied you are with your side, either.
After quite some time, during which you started to get demotivated by the minute, Tech finally finishes too and happily looks down at his and your creation.
"Now, we just have to let it cool down," he explains, putting the tray in the fridge.
As soon as he turns around, your moroseness fades as quickly as it came.
On his cheek, Tech has some chocolate smeared around, which makes you grin widely.
Before he can even ask why you're grinning like a madman, you almost jump him.
"Taste test!" you laugh airily, licking a wet stripe across his cheek, "cleaning" the chocolate off his face.
Immediately, a sweet taste mixed with the flavor of berries and hazelnuts carries across your tongue. Tech's decision to add those ingredients really was a good one.
"How does it taste?" he asks, a little bit confused.
"Hm... You're sweet like ever. With a little bit of chocolate flavor," you smirk, wiping your sleeve across his cheek carefully. You enjoy the pink shimmer that paints his cheeks, placing a last small kiss on them.
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