MCR Imagines

It was your one year anniversary with your boyfriend, Frank. He told you that he had something special for you planned when you got home from work. You were excited to see what he was going to do for you, and just hoping he hasn’t found your present for him, the nosy bastard.

You pull in the driveway, surprised to not see the house burning down, as a result of Frank cooking. At least he doesn’t stick forks in toasters, like your friend Mikey did that one time. Oh, you can’t forget the time with the heater in the shower. You knew your best friend was going to die of something stupid.

You walk in the house, to be greeted with a burning smell.

What the hell did Frank do? You thought.

You walk in the kitchen, to see your boyfriend rushing around the kitchen, with something in a pan on fire. The kitchen was a mess, with miscellaneous ingredients and utensils scattered throughout the room. You chuckle to yourself, wondering how Frank managed to cook for himself when you weren’t there.

In the middle of his little panic, he runs right in to you, and you fall down.

“Oh shit, sorry. Are you okay?” He asks you, concern growing on his face?

You decide to tease him a bit. “I’m not o-fucking-kay. I think I broke something,” you joke.

“Are you serious? C’mon, let's get you in the car.” He starts to pick you up. You start laughing loudly.

“Frankie, I’m fine, but I don’t think whatever is in the pan isn’t.”

“Your so mean,” he pouts.

“You know you love me,” you retort.

He puts you down, and puts the food in a bowl. “Dinner is served,” he says.

“What is it supposed to be?” You ask.

“It’s Cajun,” he stated quite simply. Usually, he puts emphasis on things, but not today.

“It’s burnt.”

“Isn’t it supposed to be like that?” He asks.

“Honey, if someone eats that, they might get cancer from it.”

“But isn’t it supposed to be like that?”

“You almost caught the house on fire once by making that.”

He looks down, “twice, actually.”

“See? So can we just order a pizza or something. I don’t mind. Wait, what do you mean, twice?”

“Once before you came, the neighbor’s helped me put it out. And then the one when you came home.”

“Frank, if you let me order a pizza, we don’t have to go anywhere, and we can watch ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’.” You were okay with it, since you didn’t have the heart to tell him you didn’t feel like going out tonight.

“Hell yeah!”

Notes

This one is a bit shorter, but I don’t care. Hoped you liked it!~~
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