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lionlena · 1 year

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A kitchen disaster (PedroPascalxreader) oneshot

Reader is Pedro Pascal's girlfriend.

Pure fluff.

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It was no secret that Pedro couldn't cook. Really. He has even spoken openly about it in interviews.

Many times.

And yet you decided to change it. You just wanted give a try. To say your boyfriend resisted is like saying nothing. Even your very reasonable argument did not convince him.

"If you ever find yourself on a deserted island, you will die without knowing how to cook anything."

It was a very serious argument, but Pedro was laughing.

But finally, after many weeks, he agreed to cook something. He knew you were going to have a long and hard week at work as the deadline for your reports was approaching. Pedro saw how stressed you were and wanted to do something about it. He has agreed to make dinner, provided you leave him instructions.

You chose pizzas. You really had the easiest recipe in the world. Only a few ingredients. It was enough to combine the ingredients, knead the dough, add pizza toppings and bake.

You were really excited. You kissed him on the mouth before go to work and said happily:

"Everything is ready. I should be home at 6pm, so start getting everything ready an hour early."

Pedro didn't seem as enthusiastic as you.

"Fine," he murmured.

"I believe in you" you said cheerfully and patted his chest.

And although your day at work was hard, you came back to Pedro's house with big smile. Your enthusiasm quickly died as soon as you crossed the threshold.

As soon as you walked in, you could smell burnt food.

"Pedro, I'm back!"

Pedro jumped out to you and... He looked terrible. His shirt was wet and stained with flour and possibly tomato sauce, which was also on his jeans. Flour was also in his hair.

You lost your breath.

"Hey baby," he said happily.

"What happened? Did you have sparring with pizza?"

He laughed nervously and shrugged.

"I told you it was a bad idea."

You suddenly realized that if he looked like this then... What does the kitchen look like? Even though he tried to stop you, you passed him and...

Pedro lied in interviews saying he was bad at cooking. He was TRAGIC about it. The kitchen looked like a tornado went through it.

"It's a disaster!"

"Well, you wanted it. I warned you."

You sighed heavily, placed your hands on your hips and hung your head. You saw Pedro coming out of the kitchen.

"And you where?"

"I'm evacuating."

"You're not going to leave me alone with this mess, are you?"

You haven't received an answer. Okay, you deserved it. You insisted. You sighed heavily and looked around the kitchen again. You decided to pour yourself a glass of wine before you start cleaning. At least that's what Pedro couldn't spoil. You grabbed a paper towels to start cleaning the kitchen counter as your boyfriend came back into the kitchen. He cuddled up to your back and giggled.

"Did you really think I was going to make you clean this mess?"

He kissed your ear and you turned in his arms.

"That would be fair. My idea, my mess."

He shook his head.

"I just went to order food. It'll be in fifteen minutes. I know you're tired. Go to the living room. Sit down on the couch and rest."

You wiped flour from his cheek and kissed him.

"God, I really love you."

He hugged you even tighter.

"I love you too, sweetie, but..." He narrowed his eyes and added, "Forget that I'll cook again."

You laughed and nodded your head.

"Ok. From now on, only I cook."

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