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Warning: knives (used for cooking only)
[3rd person pov]
Skeppy finally returned home from the store with a load of grocery bags. Being as stubborn as he is, he picked up all of them, and struggled to get inside. He managed, of course, and set all the bags down on the counter and cracked his knuckles.
He pulled everything out, putting away a few cleaning supplies and snacks. The rest though, was for tonight.
Bad's been feeling down lately. He got a new job about 2 months ago and it effectively sucked the life out of him. Skeppy decided the best thing to cheer his boyfriend up would be a nice romantic dinner.
There was one major flaw with this plan, though.
Skeppy knows next to nothing about cooking. Or baking, for that matter.
But he'll be damned, he's gonna try.
First and foremost, he washed his hands. Then he grabbed a pot, filled it with water, and set it on the stove.
Next, he grabbed a box of angel hair noodles and poured it in the pot, being mildly annoyed that the noodles were just long enough that they stuck out the top of the pot.
After that, he grabbed a knife and cut the plastic off of a package of steaks, and set them in a pan with some butter. Having no idea how seasoning works, he just settled for throwing in some salt, pepper, and garlic.
By that time, the pot of water had started boiling and the noodles started to soften. Skeppy decided to turn up the temperature of the noodles to cook faster.
All was going well!
While those cooked, skeppy decided to spice up the can of generic pasta sauce he bought. He grabbed a bowl, chopped up some chives and onions, and threw in some garlic. Now all he needed was the sauce.
He grabbed the jar and twisted the lid, and it didn't open. He pulled, nothing. He tried the butter knife method, still shut tight.
He thought to himself for a second, before recalling a trick he saw online. You take a hammer or a meat tenderizer and hit the lid just right, and it opens.
So, he grabbed a hammer, set the jar on the table, and began his attempts.
The first few times he missed, and didn't do anything. But on the 5th or 6th try, he swung too low and shattered the jar.
The red contents of the jar began spilling out onto the counter and the floor, making a mess of the kitchens and causing skeppy to panic.
He start frantically grabbing paper towels and trying to get the sauce off the floor. He grabbed the jar and quickly poured what was left into the bowl, just to salvage something in that disaster.
Lots more paper towels later, the floor and counter were clean, despite a faint red stain in the white tile. Skeppy carefully grabbed the remaining glass from the jar and threw it away.
He looked at the bowl, and the amount he had would be enough to use, it just wouldn't be the nice, saucy spaghetti he wanted.
Skeppy sighed, out of both relief and frustration. He gave the sauce a stir before checking on the things being cooked on the stove. He checked the noodles, and they were at a decent consistency. Soft, but not quite as soft as one would want.
Skeppy didn't know that though, because he only did a visual test and not a taste test. So, he turned the heat of the burner off and transferred the noodles to a strainer in the sink, and then into the bowl of sauce.
He stirred it all up, and the pasta looked.. passable. He was just praying that there was no glass in it.
A little defeated, skeppy then checked the steaks. He grabbed a knife and cut into one to check how it was, and it was cooked completely through.
"God damn it!" He shouted, frustration and disappointment boiling up in his lungs. He just grumbled and transferred the steaks to a plate, turning off the stove.
He grabbed 2 plates, putting a steak and a portion of spaghetti on each. He set them on the dining room table, and grabbed a fork and knife for both him and bad.
Looking at the table, he couldn't help but think something was missing. It took a second, but the realization finally hit him.
He quickly rushed to the hallway closet, and pulled out a candle. Rose scented was the only one they owned, but it works.
Just as he set the candle down and lit it, bad walked through the front door.
Skeppy looked up, smiling. "Bad!" He chimed, running up to his tired partner.
"Hey skeppy" bad greeted, wrapping his arms around the younger man. Before he could speak again, he noticed a nice smell coming from the house and his eyes drifted towards the table.
"Did you make dinner?" He asked, surprised.
Skeppy looked back, a little defeated. "Well, I tried."
"You tried?" Bad asked, confused.
"It all ended up going wrong" he sighed, disappointed that he would let himself mess up something so important.
Bad pressed a gentle kiss to skeppy's forehead.
"I'm sure it's still gonna be good."
Skeppy smiled, and led his partner to the table and sat across from him as they began to eat.
The meal was, unsurprisingly, mediocre. The pasta was a bit too tough and the steak was rubbery and dry.
But no matter what, bad enjoyed it. He enjoyed the barely sauced noodles and the slightly cold steak.
He enjoyed it because his beloved skeppy took the time to make it, just for him.
Even if it wasn't the best. Skeppy was perfect, and by extension, so was everything he made.
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