#phantomtroupe

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Notes: This is my first fanfic and I've spent THREE DAYS making it (roughly 15h of just writing and breaks) does it usually take that long to make something like this? And I wanted this to be a 300 to 500 words long but jokes on me!

Franklin x reader

Word count: 1188

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It's a nice afternoon you are cooking at the stove and Franklin is outside enjoying his gardening hobby. He enjoys growing pretty flowers and veggies and herbs for your cooking. He always enjoys the food you make no matter what, because it's you who has made it. As you are in your own little world adding chopped bay leaves to the tomato sauce with meatballs. The sauce was more or less done at this point but the pasta you didn't know. You got a fork from the drawer next to you and fished out a piece from the pot. It was still a bit undercooked, so let it continue cooking. you moved the pan with the meatballs to the side turning away from the kitchen opening.

´´Do we have any good vases to put these in?´´ You jump and let out a small yelp at the sudden voice behind you, almost knocking the pan off the counter top. You swiftly turn around to face Franklin. He's holding a pink bouquet in his hand. It looks tiny in his hand compared to his big stature. His face looks mild but a bit worried that he scared you. You take a deep breath ´´how long have you been standing there?´´ You say nonchalantly as you turn around to face him.´´ Not long and I'm sorry for scaring you. I didn't mean to´´ he said in a clear but he was tense in his body. You turn back around to reach for one of the cupboards to get a vase for him.

´´I know that silly, I just didn't hear you entering the house, I guess that I was in too deep of my own thoughts, but I digress ́ ́ you are genuinely curious, because you should've heard at least the creaking in the floorboards from his footsteps. ´´Does this vase work?´´ you took down a clear glass vase from the middle shelf, and turned towards him so he could see it clearly (pun intended). He has a warm smile and he is more relaxed in his shoulders ´´ yes that one will do perfectly´´ you close the cupboard and he watches your motions. You go to the sink to fill it with water. He moves into the kitchen rather swiftly and leans over your shoulder and gives you a peck on the cheek and watches the container fill with water. You look at the bundle of pink flowers to your left.

´´So what kind of flowers have you picked there?´´ he pauses for a bit and changes his focus to you ´´peonies, there from the garden´´ he said with pride over that he was the one that grew them. ´´There from behind the bush, you couldn't really see them. so i picked them, for you ́ ́ he said in a cheerful tone. You feel your stomach bubble in joy that he picked these for you ´´Thank you Franklin these are very beautiful, you really know how to garden´´. You turn off the faucet and place the vase on the counter next to the still very warm tomato sauce. you start hearing a hissing noise from the stove top ´´oh i forgot about the pasta´´ you duck under Franklin's arm and turn off the stove. You get the fork you used before and try a bit of pasta. Just as you suspected, it's overcooked due to your ignorance. You let out a heavy sigh ´´ the pasta is overcooked, welp there's nothing i can do about it so i hope you don't mind ́ ́ you rub the back of your neck slightly.

´Thudd´ you turn around to see where the noise came from, and Franklin is just standing there looking like a deer caught in headlights next to the table. He had pleased the vase with the flowers in it in the middle of the dining table. ´´No i don't mind and I'll help you set the table if the food is done´´ he seems very pleased with himself. You go to strain the pasta over the sink as he gets plaits and utensils, as he holds the plaits in one hand he bends down to smell the meatballs covered with tomato sauce you've made. You turn your head to look at him and he has the sweetest smile and then he turns around to continue doing what he was previously doing. As you watch him your hand slips and you drop the pot into the sink. On one hand luckily you didn't spill out any of the pasta but on the other hand you burnt your hand. You bite down and pull in air through your teeth making a hissing sound. Franklin turns around in a haste and asks if you are okay. ´´yeah, yeah i’m fine i just burnt my hand. But I'm fine!´´ You said that last part a bit too quickly for his comfort. He turns away and gets an ice packet from the freezer and covers it with the hand towel under the sink.´´here this will help with the burn´´ he also urges you to sit down and he will take care of the rest for you. you catch him glaring at the pot and him muttering under his breath, that he wants to beat up the pot for hurting you. You let out a small chuckle. He turns his head to face you. ´´You have to be more careful when cooking´´, he says while draining the pasta. He walks over to the table and places the pot with pasta on it and turns around to get the pan to do the same with it. ´´Well you are a bit of a distraction with that cute face, but i always appreciate your company´´ he chuckles a bit and gives you a smile. ´´Is your hand feeling better?´´ he looks down at the ice packet you're holding. ´´Yeah, it's feeling a lot better´´ you lift the packet and turn your hand to inspect it and it looks perfectly fine, except for a bit of redness. You wiggle your fingers to demonstrate that it doesn't hurt any more. ´´Good seems to be no severe burns on your hand´´. You place the packet on the table and he yoinks it and puts it back in the freezer and the towel under the sink.

´´Shall we start to eat?´´ Franklin says, moving towards his seat. ´´Yes, im starving! Let's dig in!´´ you say with a smile, he does the same and nods. He sat down opposite to you to enjoy this meal with you. He takes his first bite and he loves it. You start eating yourself, you drift into your thoughts and stare at the peonies and think ́We have peonies and overcooked pasta. This is a wonderful way to spend an afternoon ́ your eyes look a bit behind to see Franklin looking at you with a sweet smile. ́ ́I didn't have the chance to say this before because the pot when boiling over, but I think you are more lovely than the peonies´´.