the batter battle
request: n/a pairing: c!tommy x reader genre: fluff/wholesome (this is platonic!!) word count: 412 warnings: n/a pronouns: gender-neutral summary: you’re teaching tommy how to bake, is it going well? haha..
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“tommy! you can’t add drugs to the cookies!” you shouted at the teenager. he only laughed loudly back, laughter mixed with a whine to his words, “but why not?” his words were drawled out, hovering a potion over the batter.
before he could drop the potion in you nudged him, harshly, away from the bowl, shaking your head. “we’re giving this to the others as a thank you, not to drug them up and rob them you little raccoon thief.” you snickered, waving your wooden spoon at him. some of the batter that had clung to the spoon swung off, a tiny piece of it hitting tommy’s shirt.
both of you froze, pausing when the batter hit tommy. he glanced down at his shirt before looking up at you, staring. “shit, fuck um- sorry tommy i didn’t mean for the batter to hit you-” the teenager quickly silenced you by making a mad dash for the bowl of batter, grabbing a handful and launching it at you.
the cookie batter smacked against your arm, and tommy burst out laughing at your shocked expression. slowly you blinked before grinning, “oh it’s on fucker- '' you quickly grabbed the batter sliding down your arm, launching it at tommy. he ducked just in time, lugging another small ball of cookie dough at you that you amazingly dodged.
it was a war of its own, you finding a few things of eggs to throw at tommy since he had the whole bowl of batter. suddenly he started throwing the dough at you like he was rapidly firing a bow, and you ducked behind a counter in order to dodge the fire. you glanced up at the ceiling, giving yourself a silent prayer before taking an egg. when his fire ceased you popped out from the side rather than above, throwing the egg at his forehead.
the egg made a cracking sound, splattering against his head, some of it even getting in his hair. he stumbled back like he’d been shot, gasping while dropping the bowl of batter. you cheered at your victory, neglecting the fact batter had stuck to your table and counter, and shirt. “suck it dickwad! i won this war!”
he laughed loudly, sitting up from where he’d ‘collapsed’, “yeah right you fuckin did! i’ll get you next time bitch!” together you laughed, tommy’s louder than yours. after a few moments you paused, glancing around your ruined kitchen.
“so you’re cleaning this mess up right?”