stray kids x reader scenarios, imagines and reactions that hopefully won't make you absolutely cringe and die, lower caps intended - this book contains mild swearing and may have a few suggestive jokes, but nowhere near enough to be rated as mature
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-it was supposed to be a cosy, fun activity for you both as you tried to make a chocolate cake from scratch, so you wondered to yourself why it ended up with you feeling like you were in military training or something
-you knew your boyfriend was very picky and perfectionist about everything, but you underestimated just how much of one he is. he followed the recipe exactly as it was written step by step and didn't dare miss a single point on that list of instructions
''babyy-'' you said as you drew out the last syllable, giggling as you watched him intricately scoop out little bits of flour back into the bag, ''nothing is going to happen if you put 202 grams instead of 200, nobody will even know!''
''I'll know!'' he whined, not pulling his eyes away from the measuring jug for even a split second as he measured out the water, sticking his tongue out ever so slightly from concentrating, which you honestly found adorable, ''I need to measure this properly''
"measuring is for squares not cakes, just eyeball it!"
''absolutely not!''
-you boosted yourself up to the side on the counter beside your boyfriend, watching him adoringly as he focused on making everything perfectly precise and smooth
''you're not so bad at this, you know'' you said, smiling
''of course I'm not bad!'' your boyfriend spoke up, shaking his head with a grin, ''I'm an all-rounder, remember?''
''of course you are'' you giggled, ruffling his hair
-once he had placed the dessert in the oven, and cleaned up all on his own despite agreeing to do it TOGETHER, he made his way over to you. whilst you were still sitting on the counter gushing over everything your boyfriend did and how he flexed his arms when wiping the counter, he came over and placed his hands on your waist, pulling himself closer to you as you wrapped your legs around him
''I want that'' you giggled, pointing to the bowl of the remaining batter with the spatula in it
-with one hand still on your waist, he reached over to grab the spatula and cleaned the bowl with it, lifting it up to your mouth only to completely miss and somehow end up getting it all over your cheek
-after staring at each other for a moment, slightly surprised, you both burst out into hysterical laughter as you held onto his shoulders for support, resting your forehead on his for a moment as you both cracked up at his accidental move
-you reached over for the spatula too, taking it and rubbing the batter over his cheek too, which resulted in both of you holding your stomachs from laughing even more, already feeling the stitches coming
''now we're even'' you giggled, wiping his cheek with his thumb as he lost himself in the gaze of your eyes, at least until a smoky, pungent smell started filling the kitchen
