Where There’s Smoke...
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shadowhiveWhere There’s Smoke...
Pairing: Mikey Way, Patrick Stump
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing, Mikey being a human disaster
Notes: Next snowflake ficlet forwenchpixie about Mikey not being trusted in the kitchen
Patrick had heard about Mikey Way’s toaster incident but he had always dismissed it as being an exaggeration. He thought no one could be stupid enough to stick a fork in a toaster while it was switched on.
Now, as he stood looking into Mikey’s kitchen that story didn’t quite seem so outlandish after all.
For one there was a pan on the stove with fire coming out of it and Mikey’s solution was to grab the handle and carry it to the sink. Patrick was amazed he didn’t get burned even though the distance was short. As soon as it was in the sink Mikey turned on the cold tap, the fire fizzling out under the water. Patrick wasn’t sure what he was meant to be cooking but he could see blackened... things float to the top of the water. “Thank fuck...” Mikey sighed and then let out a gasp. “Shit!” He rushed back to the stove quickly turning the dial to turn it off. Mikey seemed to be relieved by that, but Patrick wasn’t sure why.
“Er, Mikey?”
“Hmm?” Mikey asked, looking over and then Patrick gestured to the oven. “Oh shit!” He opened the door, a rush of smoke filling the air as he grabbed some oven gloves, much to Patrick’s relief. Patrick could feel the heat coming from it even from here as Mikey pulled out a round tin, the contents of it blackened and burned. “Shit!” Mikey exclaimed, setting the tin on the counter top and turning the oven off before closing the door. When he turned to look at Patrick he looked positively crestfallen. “When you said you wanted to come over I wanted to make you something nice, you know, to say thanks since you’ve been such a good friend.” He sighed, his shoulders sagging. “I’m such a fucking disaster.”
“Oh Mikey...” Patrick stepped closer, pulling his friend into a tight hug. The whole kitchen smelt of burning and smoke. He had no idea how Mikey had managed to screw things up so badly. “It’s the thought that counts, really.” He replied, moving back so that Mikey could see his smile. “How about about I help you clean up and we order something to eat instead?”
“Ok.” Mikey returned his smile, pushing his glasses up his nose as he nodded. “Thanks Patrick.”
“It’s ok Mikey. Just promise me you won’t ever try cooking unsupervised again alright?” When Mikey nodded, Patrick let out a sigh of relief.
Patrick made a mental note that he should get Mikey a smoke alarm. And maybe a fire extinguisher.
Pairing: Mikey Way, Patrick Stump
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing, Mikey being a human disaster
Notes: Next snowflake ficlet for
wenchpixie about Mikey not being trusted in the kitchenPatrick had heard about Mikey Way’s toaster incident but he had always dismissed it as being an exaggeration. He thought no one could be stupid enough to stick a fork in a toaster while it was switched on.
Now, as he stood looking into Mikey’s kitchen that story didn’t quite seem so outlandish after all.
For one there was a pan on the stove with fire coming out of it and Mikey’s solution was to grab the handle and carry it to the sink. Patrick was amazed he didn’t get burned even though the distance was short. As soon as it was in the sink Mikey turned on the cold tap, the fire fizzling out under the water. Patrick wasn’t sure what he was meant to be cooking but he could see blackened... things float to the top of the water. “Thank fuck...” Mikey sighed and then let out a gasp. “Shit!” He rushed back to the stove quickly turning the dial to turn it off. Mikey seemed to be relieved by that, but Patrick wasn’t sure why.
“Er, Mikey?”
“Hmm?” Mikey asked, looking over and then Patrick gestured to the oven. “Oh shit!” He opened the door, a rush of smoke filling the air as he grabbed some oven gloves, much to Patrick’s relief. Patrick could feel the heat coming from it even from here as Mikey pulled out a round tin, the contents of it blackened and burned. “Shit!” Mikey exclaimed, setting the tin on the counter top and turning the oven off before closing the door. When he turned to look at Patrick he looked positively crestfallen. “When you said you wanted to come over I wanted to make you something nice, you know, to say thanks since you’ve been such a good friend.” He sighed, his shoulders sagging. “I’m such a fucking disaster.”
“Oh Mikey...” Patrick stepped closer, pulling his friend into a tight hug. The whole kitchen smelt of burning and smoke. He had no idea how Mikey had managed to screw things up so badly. “It’s the thought that counts, really.” He replied, moving back so that Mikey could see his smile. “How about about I help you clean up and we order something to eat instead?”
“Ok.” Mikey returned his smile, pushing his glasses up his nose as he nodded. “Thanks Patrick.”
“It’s ok Mikey. Just promise me you won’t ever try cooking unsupervised again alright?” When Mikey nodded, Patrick let out a sigh of relief.
Patrick made a mental note that he should get Mikey a smoke alarm. And maybe a fire extinguisher.
