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Kitchen Nightmares

Summary:

(Y/N) decides that she wants Thoma to teach her how to cook for a date night. Shenanigans ensue.

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Thoma was the perfect boyfriend; he was kind-hearted, attentive, a good cook, and incredibly organized. (Y/N) on the other hand, was not. That’s why she decided for a date, she asked Thoma if he could teach her how to cook. They decided the best beginner’s dish to make was a simple spaghetti. Thoma gave (Y/N) the task of chopping onions and mincing garlic, except there was one issue: (Y/N) was not good at either of those tasks. However, that didn’t deter her from her mission.

While Thoma had stepped out for a minute to grab some herbs off of their balcony garden, she stared at the peeled cloves of garlic at the counter, sizing up her foe. She grabbed the knife from the counter and hesitantly hovered over the garlic, nervous to make a mistake.

“Fuck it,” she mumbled and began to slice with determination. All was going well until she moved her hand slightly, causing her to cut her finger on the sharp knife. She gasped and dropped the knife on the kitchen floor, frozen by her mistake. At that moment Thoma came back into the kitchen holding a bunch of herbs, chipper as ever, until he spied the knife on the floor. He rushed over to (Y/N), quick to check her hand. He grabbed her and pulled her to the bathroom, quick to pull out the first aid kit and nurse her cut as they sat on the edge of the tub.

“I’m so sorry I left you alone, baby. I should’ve helped you more!” Thoma exclaimed, a strong sense of guilt washing over him. (Y/N) chuckled, pulling him in to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Thoma, it’s like a paper cut. I’m fine now, I promise,” she said reassuredly, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. Thoma still wore a look of concern, evident in his eyes. (Y/N) knew the perfect solution to bring the mood back to where it was at the beginning of the evening.

“Now how about we order some takeout from our favorite Italian restaurant? I think this has been enough excitement for one evening,” she suggested, nudging Thoma with a grin. He chuckled, standing up from the tub and pulling (Y/N) into an embrace.

“Sounds like a plan, my love,” he replied.

Notes:

I was unhappy with the last Thoma fic that I wrote for this series, so I wanted to try again but with a different concept! Hope you all enjoy.

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