Requested by; ghxstlyxterrors

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"DAMNNNN ITTTT!!!!!"

You jumped hearing the screech from the other room.

You heard a clank, which immediately followed the scream.

You set down your phone, rushing quickly towards the cause of the sound.

You turned down the hall to the kitchen and stopped, your hand falling from the doorway to your side when you spot Ethan standing in front of the stove, smoke coming from whatever was burning in the pan.

You inhaled, coughing at the horrid smell that was wafting in the air.

Then, suddenly, a small flame flared in the pan.

"Shit!" Ethan screamed, clearly panicking.

He ran to the sink, turning it on and rushing the flaming pan under the cold water.

You stood there, staring in amazement and horror.

When the small fire was put out, Ethan heaved in deep breaths before looking at you, misery in his eyes.

"Did you see all of that?"

"What the hell were you trying to do?" you asked, waving the smell away from you as you stepped next to him, gazing at the charcoal colored... mess... in the pan.

 "I already don't feel well, I just wanted to make some dang food." he whined.

"Hey, calm down." you said, rubbing his back.

"You tried." you said, still staring at the muck.

"50 times." Ethan sighed.

"I can't cook for shit, Y/N." he said, mourning the burnt food.

"I know." you said.

He turned to you, an offended look on his face.

"Thanks." he said in a monotone voice.

"Sit down, Ethan." you said, laughing as you grabbed his hand, pulling him around the counter island so he could sit down on the other side.

"Do you want.... Chicken noodle soup?" you asked, thinking as you stared at the stove.

You then turned to look at Ethan, who was already sulking with his arms folded in front of him, still upset that he couldn't cook like he wanted.

"Hm?" you asked, lowering your head a bit so that he would look up at you.

His blue-green eyes looked into yours and he nodded quickly.

You smiled. "Okay."

After this, you rolled up your sleeves, winking at Ethan which made his cheeks turn slightly pink.

Then, you turned around and pulled assorted vegetables and ingredients needed to make your classic chicken noodle soup.

You hummed quietly as you chopped vegetables, the sounds of sizzling chicken with the smell of spices flowing in the air.

You looked at Ethan every now and then to see him looking at your handiwork in amazement.

The way you chopped vegetables was so skilled.

You knew just when to stir the chicken around.

You knew just how to make the broth.

The smells... The smells were amazing.

Ethan couldn't believe it.

He could never do something like that, but with you here, he suddenly didn't worry so much, because he knew that he could rely on you to take care of him when he couldn't even take care of himself.

At the same time, he was filled with a slight determination to learn how to cook something special, just for you, so that he could impress you and repay you for taking care of him for so many years.

Once everything was in the pot, stirring and brewing, you clapped your hands and washed them, setting the lid on the soup pot.

As you turned the water off, you felt arms snake around your waist and a warm face nuzzle itself into your neck.

You stood still, not sure what was happening.

"Thank you for taking care of me." Ethan whispered, holding you tightly.

"It's... It's no big deal." you said, a smile appearing on your lips.

"Still." he said, his small voice causing your smile to grow wider.

You grabbed his arms, turning around to face him.

You placed your hands on either sides of his cheeks and smooshed his face.

"Plus, you looked so adorable, it's like you'd never seen someone cut vegetables before!" You giggled.

"Shut up!" he said laughing, speech slurred from your hands pushing his face together.

You laughed and smooshed his face more.

He made a few funny noises and then you let go, laughing.

Amidst your laughter, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

When you parted you whispered.

"Ethan?" you said, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"If I get sick because you kissed me, I'm gonna kick your butt."

He stared at you for a moment before bursting out in laughter as he hugged you close to him.

You hugged him back happily.

He couldn't wait for the soup to be done, so that he could enjoy an amazing meal, cooked by the one person that he cared about the most in that very moment.

He couldn't wait.