Matt x Mark + Oneshots

Dinner Date

Matt's Pov🪞

I walked the short walk over to my neighbour's house. I was terrified and excited for my date with my odd, counterpart-looking boyfriend. 

Mark had insisted that instead of going to some fancy restaurant, he would fix dinner himself. 

When I got to the front porch, I noticed smoking coming out from the kitchen window. 

I got worried, thinking maybe something caught on fire without Mark knowing. I banged on the door.

I stood there for a bit until the door finally opened. 

I was met with the most awful stench ever.

I coughed, and cleared away the smoke, revealing someone in a gas mask.

"Eduardo?" 

Eddie took off the mask and threw it on the ground. "I'm about to kick out your boyfriend. He's creating a monster." 

I blinked, confused. Eddie motioned for me to come inside, to which I did. 

The first thing my eyes trained to was splatters of...meat?..all over the ground. Purple splotches lined the walls. 

I looked back at Eddie, but he was heading out the door. "He's your problem now!" And with that, he slammed the door.

I ventured into the kitchen and peaked in. 

So much was happening. Pots were boiling. Something was in the oven, causing the smoke. Multiple dishes were in the sink, with the water running.

 In the middle of this nightmare was Mark, running back and forth, tending to each area. His apron and shoes were stained red, along with his face and hands. It looked like he just got done hiding a body.

I watched him for a while.  And soon I came to a conclusion.

Mark can't cook for the life of him.

Amidst my thinking, I heard Mark give a surprise yell as whatever he had in the microwave exploded all over him.

I rolled my eyes smiling and crept up behind him, slowly wrapping my arms around him.

"So what's for dinner?~" He startled, clutching onto his spatula and looked down. "Um...I honestly don't know. I tried making a salad but uh.."

I blinked. A salad? Bruh-

I turned him around to face me. Part of me wanted to yell at him for some reason, but the other part of me knew he was trying his best.

Besides, him staring at me with pure happiness in his eyes was all that took to keep me from jamming whatever creature he was trying to make.

I grabbed a rag and wiped off his face. "Why don't you get cleaned up while I slay this demon you've made?" He nodded and slipped off his apron. I took it from him and ripped off his chef's hat. "Gimme that. I'll make dinner tonight." 

I could tell he wanted to argue, but I had already tuned him out and had started cleaning up his mess. 

Can someone please tell me why you need a microwave and oven to make a salad?

-Time Skip-

I had finally finished cleaning that horror show of a kitchen. My body ached, and all I wanted was to sit down with Mark, who after his shower, decided to grab his book and read. 

I'm going to slap him. 

I couldn't find anything in his fridge that was 'dinner material,' so I just grabbed some tubs of what I supposed was Eddie's ice cream..Oh well. It's ours now.

I skipped into the living room. Mark was still reading (surprise surprise) and had some tv about aliens going on in the background. Though you really couldn't understand what was going on. It wasn't in english.

"Mark." I said, trying to get his attention. I couldn't tell if he was ignoring me or was too wrapped up in his book. The second option is more reasonable. 

I yanked the book out of his hands and threw it in the fireplace. "Stop making out with your literature crap. This is OUR date. Save your book's date for later."

I sat next to him and looked up at him. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were trained on the now burning ashes of what used to be his book. And the way his eyes were getting big, he was about to panic and have a fit.  

"Oh no, you don't." I grabbed him by the shoulders and gently placed his head on my lap. He stiffened and stuck his tongue out at me. "That book cost a lot.." 

I grinned and stroked his soft, fluffy hair while flipping through channels. "I'll buy you a new one, dear~"

He seemed satisfied and grabbed my other hand, gripping on to it hard. I looked down at him. He was trying to eat his ice cream with one hand while holding my hand with the other. I squeezed his hand back and leaned back against the couch.

We stayed like that until we both fell asleep, still holding hands.