flour fight
baker!peeta mellark x baker!reader
summary : when peeta spills a bag of flour, he decides to make the best out of the accident, with his beloved wife, of course
contains : pure fluff, this is the cutest thing i’ve ever written.
a/n : peeta and i are actually getting married!! wedding invites will be sent shortly (im joking) (maybe)
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Owning a bakery with my husband, Peeta wasn’t always easy. Often times, we both got upset over sales and were afraid we wouldn’t have enough money for food. But we always managed our money wisely, and my lover always managed to make me smile.
Peeta entered the bakery’s kitchen, carrying the biggest bag of flour I’d ever seen. Either he had an excellent poker face, or the heavy load didn’t burden his body one bit. It’d expect the latter, since Peeta was extremely strong, and had been lifting heavy bags like this for years.
If our cat, Rye, hadn’t ran in front of his feet at that exact moment, Peeta wouldn’t have tripped. If Peeta wouldn’t have tripped, he wouldn’t have tumbled to the floor, the bag with him. If he hadn’t have fallen with the bag of flour, the two of us wouldn’t have been covered in the white powder, head to toe.
But if Peeta was a different man, he would’ve been livid. He would’ve thrown an absolute tantrum and somehow blamed the incident on me. This would’ve turned into a huge fight.
But instead, he simply looked himself up and down, then myself, reached down to pick up a handful of flour, and tossed it directly at me. The smile on his face was cheeky, as if he was challenging me.
I accepted it.
Flour flew out the room like comets through the night sky. I nailed him in the face a couple of times, and I swear I’d never had so much flour in my mouth before. Giggled filled the room.
This went on until the two of us ended up in a heap on the floor, cackling and rolling around in flour.
Peeta grabbed another handful, smothering it on my face. I gasped, realizing how ridiculous I must look.
“Peeta! This is such a waste of ingredients!” I reasoned, starting to get off the floor. He pulled me back down into his lap.
“I don’t think so. You can’t put a price on memories, and this is definitely in my top five now.” I couldn’t help but chuckle.
He wasn’t wrong, this had been extremely fun and hilarious, but we needed to clean this up. The worst part was he wouldn’t stop staring at my flour-smothered face.
“Peeta stop!” I giggled, covering my face with my dirty hands, “I look awful.”
He shook his head, removing my hands. “I think you look gorgeous. Now come on, cupcake, we gotta clean this up.”
God, I love this man.
