Big Hero 6 x Reader One Shots (2)

(244): Messing Up

Fred x Reader that I thought of.

& I wrote this at 6 in the morning after a total of 0 hours of sleep so it will probably not be good.

(Unedited).

"Heathecliffe, did you go to the grocery store today? Did you get all of the ingredients I asked for?"

"Yes, Frederick." Heathecliffe pours tea into a mug. "It's cooking right now."

"Great. And the recipes I asked you to print off? You're using them?"

"Of course, sir."

"Thank you, Heathecliffe." Fred closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"You know, Frederick, you really shouldn't stress yourself like this. ___ has never had a problem with dinners that weren't fancy. She's been here for each box of pizza you've ordered. Why are you changing it tonight?"

"Because it's our anniversary and I. . .  just want her to be happy."

"She seems happy, anyways." The doorbell rings.

"That's her," Fred says. He shoots up.

"Glad you listened," Heathecliffe mutters.

Fred stops at the mirror and runs his fingers through his hair. He adjusts his suit.

"You look fine, Frederick. You act like you're trying to win her heart tonight." Heathecliffe pulls the door open. "Good evening, Ms. (l/n). You look splendid this evening."

"Thank you," You say. You push a strand of (curly/wavy/straight) hair out of your eyes. You step into the house and smile up at your boyfriend of six months. "Wow. Freddie. . .  you're. . . dressed up."

Fred blushes nervously.

"You look great," You add. You take his hand.

"Thanks. You look beautiful."

"Thank you," You say, looking down at your dress. "Are we eating here?"

"Yeah. It should be done soon."

"You mean. . . we're not ordering pizza?"

"Not tonight. I just figured that you deserved something different." Fred leads you to the dining room, where it is dimly lit. Heathecliffe pours (drink) into glasses for each of you.

"Wow," You say. "This is impressive. It's so. . . different."

Fred laughs. "I figured that you were tired of the pizza and left overs for every date."

You open your mouth to speak, but Heathecliffe returns with the meal. There are several courses, each better than the last.

"Ready for dessert?" Fred asks. He stands up.

"Dessert? I don't know if I could eat anything else." You take a deep breath.

"It's (favorite_dessert)."

Your eyes light up. "Well. . . I'll take a little bit."

Fred laughs and walks out of the dining room. You sit there until he returns. He smiles when he walks in. He takes three steps into the room and then he stumbles. You gasp as the dessert falls to the ground just before Fred does. The dessert splatters, covering the room with sticky sugar. You stand up and drop to Fred's side. "Oh my gosh! Fred, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." He wipes his face. His cheeks burn a dark red. He looks up at you and sighs.

You run a hand across your hair. Chunks of the dessert fall.

"I make a mess of everything," Fred mumbles. "I wanted everything to be right - and I wanted to show you how much I love you by making everything the way it should be. . . and I couldn't even give you one perfect dinner."

You grab Fred's shoulders and kiss him. "This was the most perfect dinner I've ever had. Freddie, I'm not one of those people who needs everything perfect all of the time. I like having pizza with you every night. I love you for you, Fred."

"Really?" He asks.

"Yeah. You try so hard to make me happy. . ."

"I just want to be enough for you," He whispers.

"You are more than enough." You kiss Fred's cheek. "Don't ever doubt yourself."

"I just- I know that I'm not the ideal boyfriend."

"You're kidding me, right? Fred. You're perfect for me."

"And you're perfect for me," He finishes.

"Then please," you wrap you arms around his neck. "don't try to change everything. Don't go out of your way to make me happy. Because any moment that I'm with you is a happy moment."

"Can we try this dinner again tomorrow?" Fred asks after a minute.

"Sure. How about we have pizza instead," You offer.

Fred laughs. "I'm so relieved to hear you say that." Fred leans in and kisses you.