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The Uglier the Cookie (White Pine Original Fiction)
Title: The Uglier the Cookie (the Sweeter the Taste)
Fandom: White Pine Original Fiction
Pairing: Ethan McDowell/Travis Murphy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 561
Summary: Travis makes cookies but Ethan’s wary of them.
Author’s note: Written for day 42 of the drabble/icon challenge at 1_million_words. I chose another random fluff prompt and this time it was: Person B bakes Person A cookies out of love. Unfortunately, Person A is pretty sure these cookies are a biohazard. I had to write this one because my husband used to tell me that the worse my cookies looked, the better they tasted. He wasn’t always wrong either.
“Murph,” Ethan called down the hallway, “I thought you said there were cookies.”
“There are,” Travis said, extracting himself from his writing chair. Poking his head out of the office, he added, “They’re on the kitchen counter.”
“I don’t see anything resembling a cookie, Travis.”
Rolling his eyes, Travis left his office and joined his husband in the kitchen. Two giant furrballs named Brennan and Ryan followed him, trotting happily along, likely hoping for extra treats from that sucker in the kitchen.
“Whatever you do,” Travis said, giving Ethan a kiss on the cheek, “don’t listen to the cats. They’ve been fed and had their treats.”
An indignant meow erupted from the more vocal of the two cats.
“Hush, Ryan,” Ethan laughed. “So? Cookies?”
“Right next to your hand, Detective,” Travis teased. He pointed at the container nearly touching Ethan.
He made a face. “I looked in there, those aren’t cookies. At least, not on this planet.”
“They are so cookies,” Travis insisted. He grabbed the Rubbermaid container and pulled it towards him, extracting a cookie from inside and shoving it into his mouth. Granted, they weren’t the prettiest cookies he’d ever made, but they weren’t that bad were they?
“They look more like a biohazard, Murph.” Ethan leaned over the container and sniffed warily. “What are they?”
“I’d like to see you make something better,” he grumbled. “They’re called cowboy cookies, Ethan. And they’re chock full of good stuff.”
“Like what?” He tentatively picked a cookie up and brought it to his nose for another cursory sniff.
Travis shrugged. “Everything. Cocoa powder, peanut butter, pecans, coconut, chocolate chips –”
“The kitchen sink,” Ethan joked.
“That, too,” Travis said, smiling thinly. “I know they’re ugly, but I made them out of the kindness of my heart. I know you like to have a little something sweet before bedtime and I thought these would be perfect.” He sighed and grabbed the container. “I’ll toss them out.”
“Wait,” Ethan said, touching Travis’ arm with his fingertips. “Let me try this one before you do anything drastic.”
He held the cookie out in front of him, examining it closely. Scrunching up his nose, he took a small bite and started to chew. After swallowing, Ethan took another, larger bite. “You know what? These aren’t half bad.” He popped the last of the cookie into his mouth and reached for another.
Travis smiled. “I told you,” he said. “You can’t judge a cookie by its appearance.”
“Oh yes you can,” Ethan laughed. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed the milk. “Just in your case, I have a feeling that the uglier the cookie, the better they taste.”
Glaring at his husband, Travis slapped the lid back on the container. “Just for that, bucko, you don’t get any more of my cookies.”
“Wait,” Ethan said, laughing. “I thought I was the only one allowed in your cookies, mister.”
Travis flushed with embarrassment. “That is not what I meant and you know it.”
“I know,” Ethan said, slipping his arm around Travis and pulling him close. “But I can’t help it if you’re easy to rile.”
He gave Ethan a halfhearted push to the chest. “I hate you.”
“You love me,” Ethan said, finishing off his second cookie.
“Maybe.”
“Definitely,” Ethan corrected, kissing the curve of Travis’ jaw. “Ready for bed?”
Travis turned towards him, grinning. “Always.”
Fandom: White Pine Original Fiction
Pairing: Ethan McDowell/Travis Murphy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 561
Summary: Travis makes cookies but Ethan’s wary of them.
Author’s note: Written for day 42 of the drabble/icon challenge at 1_million_words. I chose another random fluff prompt and this time it was: Person B bakes Person A cookies out of love. Unfortunately, Person A is pretty sure these cookies are a biohazard. I had to write this one because my husband used to tell me that the worse my cookies looked, the better they tasted. He wasn’t always wrong either.
“Murph,” Ethan called down the hallway, “I thought you said there were cookies.”
“There are,” Travis said, extracting himself from his writing chair. Poking his head out of the office, he added, “They’re on the kitchen counter.”
“I don’t see anything resembling a cookie, Travis.”
Rolling his eyes, Travis left his office and joined his husband in the kitchen. Two giant furrballs named Brennan and Ryan followed him, trotting happily along, likely hoping for extra treats from that sucker in the kitchen.
“Whatever you do,” Travis said, giving Ethan a kiss on the cheek, “don’t listen to the cats. They’ve been fed and had their treats.”
An indignant meow erupted from the more vocal of the two cats.
“Hush, Ryan,” Ethan laughed. “So? Cookies?”
“Right next to your hand, Detective,” Travis teased. He pointed at the container nearly touching Ethan.
He made a face. “I looked in there, those aren’t cookies. At least, not on this planet.”
“They are so cookies,” Travis insisted. He grabbed the Rubbermaid container and pulled it towards him, extracting a cookie from inside and shoving it into his mouth. Granted, they weren’t the prettiest cookies he’d ever made, but they weren’t that bad were they?
“They look more like a biohazard, Murph.” Ethan leaned over the container and sniffed warily. “What are they?”
“I’d like to see you make something better,” he grumbled. “They’re called cowboy cookies, Ethan. And they’re chock full of good stuff.”
“Like what?” He tentatively picked a cookie up and brought it to his nose for another cursory sniff.
Travis shrugged. “Everything. Cocoa powder, peanut butter, pecans, coconut, chocolate chips –”
“The kitchen sink,” Ethan joked.
“That, too,” Travis said, smiling thinly. “I know they’re ugly, but I made them out of the kindness of my heart. I know you like to have a little something sweet before bedtime and I thought these would be perfect.” He sighed and grabbed the container. “I’ll toss them out.”
“Wait,” Ethan said, touching Travis’ arm with his fingertips. “Let me try this one before you do anything drastic.”
He held the cookie out in front of him, examining it closely. Scrunching up his nose, he took a small bite and started to chew. After swallowing, Ethan took another, larger bite. “You know what? These aren’t half bad.” He popped the last of the cookie into his mouth and reached for another.
Travis smiled. “I told you,” he said. “You can’t judge a cookie by its appearance.”
“Oh yes you can,” Ethan laughed. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed the milk. “Just in your case, I have a feeling that the uglier the cookie, the better they taste.”
Glaring at his husband, Travis slapped the lid back on the container. “Just for that, bucko, you don’t get any more of my cookies.”
“Wait,” Ethan said, laughing. “I thought I was the only one allowed in your cookies, mister.”
Travis flushed with embarrassment. “That is not what I meant and you know it.”
“I know,” Ethan said, slipping his arm around Travis and pulling him close. “But I can’t help it if you’re easy to rile.”
He gave Ethan a halfhearted push to the chest. “I hate you.”
“You love me,” Ethan said, finishing off his second cookie.
“Maybe.”
“Definitely,” Ethan corrected, kissing the curve of Travis’ jaw. “Ready for bed?”
Travis turned towards him, grinning. “Always.”
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I've missed these boys.
It's cute, but Ethan better be careful. He might not like where Travis relocates his pillow and blanket.
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Thanks. He was drawing pretty hard on Troy's spirit there. ROFL — knowing Murph he'd stick them in the back yard. :D
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Knowing Murph, he probably would.
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You know it. He's just nutty enough.