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IT WAS 3AM and both y/n and ranboo couldn't sleep. ranboo roamed around the room trying to find something to do
y/n scrolled through their phone looking for things to do
16. eat - you could always eat when you're bored
as y/n thought about that idea they became hungry as the time went on
ranboo was talking but y/n cut him off asking "are you hungry?" ranboo's eyes widened at the idea of eating good food
ranboo nodded his head aggressively getting up and running to their closet to get his shoes on. y/n bent down grabbing a pair of converse that were by the bedroom door
"do you just wanna walk?" ranboo asked, "you can't be scared! you have scary tall dog privileges!" ranboo said making y/n laugh a little
"sure, we can just walk" y/n said smiling at how excited ranboo was
as they were walking they came up with some ideas for eating
"pasta, no to much work.. my mom makes this it's strawberry shortcake!" ranboo said, "it's one of my favorite foods"
"i don't think i've ever had that to be completely honest with you" y/n said looking up a picture of 'strawberry shortcake'
"i found a recipe, i'll text you the ingredients you should grab and i'll grab. meet by the dairy section" ranboo said sending a text to y/n's phone
as y/n was grabbing flour and sugar. they heard a male fighting with the cashier for cigarettes. the man was clearly drunk
as y/n finished they grabbed the milk and stood waiting. they waited for maybe two minutes "did you grab everything?" ranboo asked
y/n nodded
—— at home —— "mix strawberries with 3 tablespoons of sugar and some lemons juice" ranboo read off
y/n mixed the strawberries together and set them in the fridge.
ranboo mixed the dough and cut them into a circle like shape. he set them on a tray and put them into the oven
as y/n was cleaning up the kitchen ranboo decided it was funny to place flour on top of y/n's hair
y/n called ranboo out and
pick -
if you're short: y/n couldn't quite reach the top of ranboos head so they rubbed flour on ranboos shirt
if you're tall: y/n took a little more then the amount of flour that was on y/n's head and placed it on ranboo's head messing up his hair after words
"y/n!" ranboo lashed out "you have to match the energy" y/n said making ranboo shake his head
maybe 20 minutes later they finished cleaning up and they both washed their hair
"these are r-r *cough* eally good!" ranboo said with a mouth full and mid choking
"yes yes they are! did your mom make these a lot?" y/n asked wiping their hands
"yes! she made them every week" he said taking another bite
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : if you could buy anything what would you buy?
posting twice today for ranboo imagines. the other post will be later tonight
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