𝗗𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Asher x Baabe (yes, i spell it with 2 a’s)
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: It’s date night and Asher and Baabe make (or at least attempt to make) pizza but end up slow dancing in the kitchen
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1082
𝗰𝘄: none :)
𝗮/𝗻: I was listening to If I give my heart to you while writing and I think that just made it better, it like completed the experience ya know? (here’s the link on ao3 if you want to read it there instead)
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Fridays were always date nights for Asher and Baabe. Each week they took turns deciding what they were going to do, this week was Asher’s turn to decide. He had just gotten home from the store where he had gotten the stuff they would need. As he began to get things out of the bags, Baabe got home from work. “Ash, I’m home,” they called out, “Hi, Baabe. I’m in the kitchen,” Baabe took off their shoes, left them by the door, and walked over to the kitchen to find Asher unbagging things, so they helped him. “What’s all this for?” they asked, “Date night,” he replied, excitedly. “Date night?” they asked, confused, “Well yeah, it’s my turn to choose what to do, and if you aren’t an option, then,” he left the sentence hanging and motioned to the food in the grocery bags. “Ash, you want us to cook? Don't you remember that you almost burned down the apartment once?” they asked chuckling, “I won’t mess it up, I promise. I already read the instructions and it’s not that hard,” he said trying to convince them, they smiled knowing that he was probably going to mess something up along the way or burn it but they weren’t going to burst his bubble by telling him that.
“Come here,” he said and wrapped one arm around their waist and the other cupped their cheek, pulling them in for a kiss. They tangled their fingers in his hair and kissed back. When they pulled away, they were both smiling, “Why don’t you go put on some more comfortable clothes, and then we can start,” he said, they responded with an “Ok,” and kissed him on the cheek before they left to go change. When they came back, Ash had already finished taking everything out of the bags.
“So what exactly are we making?” they asked “Pizza,” he replied, beaming. Baabe chuckled and shook their head, “Of course we are.” Ash smiled and began to walk them through the instructions, “Ok so first we need to add a tiny bit of sugar to the yeast and then add water to it. Then, we let it rest and we’re going to make the dough in a separate bowl and add the yeast to it, then we knead it, and let it rise. Meanwhile, we’re going to make the tomato sauce and then we put it all together and put it in the oven,” he said. Although, he was so excited that everything he said got jumbled together. But Baabe didn’t mind, if anything it just made them smile, they loved seeing him happy like this. They washed their hands, added some sugar and water to the yeast, and began to make the dough.
“I feel like we should put on music,” Baabe said, “Oh yeah, but it should be like old-timey music,” Ash suggested. Baabe took out their phone and looked through their playlists, “Frank Sinatra or Kitty Kallen?” Baabe asked, Ash thought about it for a little while, “Kitty Kallen,” he decided, and with that Baabe clicked on their playlist, turned up the volume on their phone, and left it on the counter. They continued to make the dough, added the yeast to it, and then made the sauce, Ash added the cheese and pepperoni on top of the pizza and threw it in the oven.
They were humming to the music and Ash was signing, when he stopped all of a sudden. “Come here,” he said and pulled them close to him “Dance with me,” he said softly, and it could’ve been their eyes playing tricks on them but Baabe could’ve sworn they saw him blush. He wrapped his arms around their waist and they put their head on his chest, they could listen to his steady heartbeat but they noticed that it started to quicken when they put their hands on his shoulders. They stayed like, that dancing to the music, neither of them said anything but they were both smiling, they were both so caught up in the moment that nothing seemed to matter right now.
They moved their head from Ash’s chest and he looked down at them, confused as to why they moved. But before he could ask why they moved, they leaned in to kiss him, he held them closer as he kissed back. When they pulled away, Baabe put their head on his chest again. “I love you, Asher,” they said. Asher could practically hear them smiling, but he also heard the sincerity in their voice which practically made him melt every time they told him they loved him, to know that it was true, that they felt that way about him, made him smile too. “I love you too, Baabe. So fucking much,” they smiled at his words and kept swaying to the music.
That is until something began to smell like it was burning. They pulled away from Asher, “Ash, what tray did you put the pizza on?” they questioned him, “The green one. Why?” he asked, confused. They shook their head and went to turn off the oven. “What are you doing?” Ash asked, still confused. “Asher, the green tray is made out of plastic. That’s why it smells like something’s burning. Because something is burning, the tray,” they said in disbelief. He let out a quiet, embarrassed, “Oh.” Baabe wanted to be upset with him for putting the tray in the oven, which made a mess and resulted in there being melted plastic all over the oven, but they couldn’t, not when he had that adorable confused-puppy look on his face. They softened and walked over to him, softly chuckling, “You’re a dork,” they said before cupping his cheeks and kissing him, he smiled and kissed them back. “I’m your dork,” he said in between kisses, causing them to smile.
“I’ll clean it up, you should call and order an actual pizza,” he said “Wait,” Baabe said and pulled him back into their arms, “We can worry about the mess later. For now, can we just keep dancing together? Please?” “Of course, Baabe,” he responded and they held each other, slow dancing to the music. Right now, neither of them were worried about the mess or the smell of burnt plastic, the only thing they cared about was being with each other, holding each other, and dancing. It was just them and If I give my heart to you playing in the background.