This was inspired by the following prompt: Imagine your OTP making homemade pizzas. Bonus if eventually they end up flinging the sauce and toppings at each other. (found on otpprompts blog on tumblr). NamelessShipping.

"Are you really sure we can do this?" Red asked sceptically, watching Green as he was kneading pizza dough.

"'Course. Why wouldn't it be? It's my home, remember? I can do whatever I want" Green said.

"Yeah, but when has it ever been a good idea to just let you do whatever?" Red countered, "Never, that's right."

Green scowled. "Hey! That's rich coming from you. Besides, we're not kids anymore, so there's no need to worry about being scolded." He continued kneading, but when Red neither said anything else nor moved, he stopped to impatiently tap his fingers on the counter. "Are ya gonna help or what? If you want pizza, you gotta work too."

Red sighed. "Fine, fine, I'm coming. I still don't think this is a good idea. Do you even know how to do this right?"

"What, do you think I'm stupid? As if making homemade pizza would be tough" Green scoffed. He slapped the dough over to where Red was now standing next to him in front of the counter. "Here, take care of putting it on the plate, I'm gonna get sauce and stuff in the meantime."

Red did as he was told, while Green was rummaging around the kitchen cabinets and fridge. When he came back, he set down sauce and a whole bunch of various things that could be used as topping. Red raised one eyebrow, again sceptical. "Are you trying to tell me you want to put all of that on the pizza?" He took a better look at all the possible toppings; with horrifying results. "Chocolate, peanuts and mayo? Are you for real?"

Green crossed his arms, glaring. "What? Those are all normal things. Don't tell me you're scared."

"Those aren't meant for pizza, and most certainly NOT with all the rest! It's disgusting!"

By now Green had started to spread the sauce. "You don't have to eat it if you don't want it" he said, "all the more for me."

"No way! You promised dinner when you called me here, so you have to keep that promise!" Red's voice was gaining in volume. "Put any of that on the pizza, or so help me you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight!"

"What the hell Red, you can't make me sleep on the couch! This is MY house!"

"Oh yeah? You think I won't do it anyway?"

Green turned around abruptly, still holding the spoon he was using for spreading the sauce, mouth open, ready to keep arguing. But whatever he was going to say was completely lost as at the same moment, sauce flew off the spoon, splattering all over Red's face and dropping on his jacket. "Oh shit, I'm sorry, this wasn't on purpose I swear!" Green hurriedly apologized, "wait, I'll get a towel…"

But before he could actually go get a towel, Red had seized the mayo-bottle and squeezed all over Green's head.

Soon enough, it turned into a fight of throwing ingredients at each other.

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Surprisingly, they had managed to make a pizza they could both agree on. Now back to normal, they were settled on the couch - Red curled against Green's side - eating their pizza while watching some movie that was apparently from a huge studio in the far-away Unova region. Later at night, they slept together in Green's bed as usual, no one being made to sleep on the couch.

The next morning, Professor Oak and Daisy returned from their businesses. The teenagers were made to clean the kitchen - and the rest of the house for good measure - all while having to listen to a lecture about how they can't just go make a mess like misbehaved children every time they had a lovers' spat.

They nearly started arguing about whose fault it was, but in the end resigned to their fate and worked in harmony.