A little, random oneshot partially inspired by my escapades in making my mom's birthday cake.

See DaydreamShimmer? I'm not a complete failure!

This was originally written in Evelyn's POV in the near or far future of the Icicles story, but then I realized that it could easily be converted to a X reader and also I don't know how Jules is gonna write that story so I also didn't want to write something that wasn't going to be canon so yeah. This is a thing now. I don't know how I feel about this one tbh.

So yeah. A freepin update that's actually a oneshot for once. Enjoy!

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"MOM!!!"

Davey sighed and set down the book he had been engrossed in.

"What do you want now, Race?" The man child in question peeked his head over the arm of the couch, fully displaying his best attempt at puppy eyes.

"Can we make some food?"

"There's food in the fridge."

"No, like, good food."

"There's leftover meatloaf, some spaghetti that you called a disgrace to your marinara blood, all the ingredients for a salad or a sandwich, some hard boiled eggs, and a single Pringle. I think you can find something there."

You glanced over at Davey, an eyebrow raised.

"I'm not in the fridge; I'm sitting right here."

"(Y/n), you are most certainly not a single Pringle. And you know what I meant anyway." He snipped at you. Huh. He must really want to get back to his book if he was this annoyed at being ripped away from it.

"To be fair, that spaghetti was pretty bad." Al said as he appeared next to Race. Jojo popped his head into the room and glared at the leprecha- I mean Clurichaun... I mean Albert.

"Hey, I worked hard on that spaghet!"

"Would you all just be quiet so I can finish this chapter?! Go eat an apple or something."

A third head popped up next to Race and Al, startling both you and Davey.

"But mooooooommm we want sugar."

"Jack, don't stoop to their leve— wait did you say cookies?"

"No?"

Davey stood so fast that the armchair nearly toppled over backwards.

"Change of plans kids," he announced, "we're making cookies!"

Immediately after this declaration, Race, Jack, Albert, Jojo, Elmer, Specs, Smalls, Spot, Les and Fonch all jumped up and/or dove into the room through doorways, windows, or vents (how Les even got up there was a mystery that no one seemed keen to acknowledge).

The idiot children trapped in adult bodies all sprinted to the kitchen, shouting and cheering.

"Huzzah! Mom still loves us!"

"Yeah, after the whole chewing gum debacle I thought he would hate us forever..."

"But suddenly... PINEAPPLES!"

"We're making cookies, Les, not quoting asdf movie."

"Same difference."

You cringed and called after them.

"Please don't make a mess!"

"Yes dad!" They chorused back.

Not a second later, a loud clattering was heard from the kitchen, followed by a very soft, yet distinct

"No dad..."

Oh boy.

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The thing about making cookies is that it all sounds well and good in theory, but in reality it always takes way too long and makes far too large of a mess. You knew this, but the promise of warm, melty, freshly baked cookies was like a siren call.

After the initial flour spilling incident (thanks Race), much of the prep work went suspiciously smoothly. Before you knew it, all the ingredients were in the mixing bowl, the oven was preheated, and the cookie sheets were lined and ready. Specs picked up the recipe book and gave a cursory glance at the instructions.

"Ok, so now the recipe says to mix the ingredients on low for a minute. Well if low takes a minute, then high takes a second!" He said, reaching for the power button on the blender.

Ah. Ok, there's the complication.

Before you could stop him, Specs flipped the switch. Flour and sugar and chocolate and small pellets of butter shot out from the mixing bowl, coating everyone and everything in the vicinity.

Everyone was silent for a moment before Race started cheering.

"I didn't make the biggest mess today!! Whoop Whoop! Whoopdee poop!" Then he started dancing around while the rest of the guys and gals groaned.

You sighed, wiping some butter off of your face. You shut the oven off and turned to face the perpetrator.

"Welp, live and learn I guess." Specs hung his head.

"Mistakes happen, Specs, just learn from this and make sure it doesn't happen again." You smiled, though it was somewhat threatening. You didn't want to continually have to clean up after these idiots. Specs sighed, then nodded, going to the cupboard to retrieve a dustpan and broom.

With that taken care of, you turned to the other powdered people.

"Let's make a new batch and get them in the oven. That way, we can clean while they're baking and once we're done, we'll have warm cookies waiting for us."

They all nodded enthusiastically and got to work preparing a new batch. While Smalls and Spot were debating whether cakey or chewy cookies were better, you pulled Davey aside.

"Hey man, it was your idea to make these cookies, so I'm putting you in charge of making sure they don't accidentally burn down the house or kill each other or themselves..."

Davey sighed and crossed his arms, muttering something about just wanting to go back to his book at this point. You smirked and shook your head; this nerd.

You were about to make a sassy remark about him being such a bookworm, but then you noticed the chunk of chocolate stuck to his cheek.

"Oh," you giggled, "you've got a little something on your face there."

He glanced over at you, skeptical.

"If you're about to whip out one of your cheesy pickup lines like 'there's something on your face, it's your beauty' I'm not here for that-"

You cut him off by licking his cheek, effectively removing the chocolate as well as flustering the poor guy.

"Nope. Just pointing out facts, though your frogginess didn't come off with the chocolate." You chuckled, poking his blushing cheeks.

"Frogginess?" He muttered, obviously confused.

You laughed.

"'Remember the frogs to forget the sexy.'"

He just became even more confused. You gave him a quick peck and smiled up at him.

"I called you sexy, you dweeb."

"Oh."

"Oh? That's all I get in return?"

"Well, you did call me a sexy frog. What am I supposed to say to that?"

"I don't know, maybe that you think I'm a snazzy lizard or something."

He gave you a weird look, though it was obvious he was trying not to laugh.

"You're odd." He sighed, smiling at you. You returned the grin and booped his nose.

"Aww I love you too."

"Oi, stop bein all lovey dovey over there and help us make these COOOOKiEEESSS!!" Les whined, a glob of raw cookie dough perched in his hand like a baseball.

"If he throws that, I may have to murder my own brother in law." You muttered, not moving from Davey's arms. He chuckled, and patted your head.

"Good luck with that. I don't think he or our father would allow that, but you could certainly try."

"Yeah yeah, ruler of the land of the dead will eat my face off if I anger him yada yada yada. To be honest, I'm just hangry for some cookies."

Davey smiled and kissed you before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you into the throng of crazies who were now placing the properly mixed dough onto the sheets.

"Well, then let's make sure these are the best cookies ever. Our kids are counting on us!" He said with a slight laugh.

"Ok, Sugar Daddy." You joked, somehow keeping a straight face.

"Ew. Please never say that ever again. And I'm mom, remember?" He cringed.

You gave him a nudge as you waltzed towards the beckoning raw cookie dough.

"Sure thing Saccharin Mom." His face twisted once again.

"Don't."

You just laughed and shoved some cookie dough in your face.