#frypan imagines

[underatedcharactersunite]

Dear Y/N

For Christmas this year I thought I’d send you on a quest to find your special gift. At the builders hunt is where you need to start. On the table, you’ll find something that will remind you of our first date. 

Once you’ve found the memory of our first date, the gardens is where you need to be. In the garden, you’ll find a flower. A flower as unique and as beautiful as you. 

A tag attached to the flower will tell you to head to the kitchen’s. You’ll have to retrieve  one of your favourite treats. Do you remember the first time I cooked for you. You were struggling with your first date, terrified of the new world that stood before you. The moment you were able to witness that we weren’t all bad. You appeared to settle after that. That was the first day we talked. 

Your last exploration, you need to head to our cabin. There you will come to the conclusion of our little game. My hope is that you enjoy my gift. I promise that we will have plenty more Christmases to look forward too. 

                                      Love you now and Always, 

                                         Frypan xoxo 

[anotherimaginescollection]

Chuck couldn’t sleep, and the one thing that you thought might help was bedtime stories. You couldn’t tell why you thought they were a good idea, but deep down you hand the barest inkling that they might sooth him a little, and you weren’t going to give up on something like that. So, as everyone settled down for the evening you took up your spot beside Chuck, noticing the eager glint behind his eyes with a fond smile.

‘What one first?’ you asked, crossing your legs.

‘The one about the cooking pot!’

You chuckled softly and started the ever familiar tale, something that you were glad to have retained.

‘But why?’ piped up Zart, startling you into glancing around. The rest of the Gladers were looking towards you, some trying to hide the fact that they had been listening while others were keenly leaning forwards, eager to hear what happened next. ‘Why did they –?’

‘You wouldn’t want a pot that kept filling?’ interrupted Frypan.

‘Only if it had better stuff than your cooking,’ you teased, trying not to grin too much.

Everyone scoffed.

‘That’s not hard,’ noted Minho, before waving a hand, as if asking you to continue the story, which you were happy to do.

A/N: Gif credit goes to the respective owners; I just found them on Google (added the links here and here).

[xotwsm]

Imagine: Being A Cook At The Glade

Frypan X Reader

A/N: I rarely see any imagines with this cutie, so I decided to do a short one! Just look at the adorable smile! ____________________________________________________________________

Sighing heavily, you wiped your forehead with your forearm, your hands caked with flour. A couple pounds of lightly floured chicken chunks sat in front of you, a large bowl of different vegetables sat towards the right of the chicken. Huffing slightly, you turned towards the sink, rinsing your hands off, before heading towards the stove, lifting the lid to the large pot that sat on it. Glancing in, you nodded as you saw the brew had started to boil, before proceeding to add the chicken, and vegetables to create a thick stew with rice. After finishing the task, you took a step back, letting out a dramatic groan as you let your head fall back.

“Tired already?” A voice called out, grabbing your attention. Turning towards the kitchen door, you spotted Frypan leaning against the doorframe with a big grin. You smiled at him, leaning casually against the counter, holding out your hand towards the food.

“Yup, so you should take over. It’s chicken, rice and veggie stew, and it should be done in half and hour or so,” you said, walking towards the door. While passing Fry, you stuck out your tongue and pulled your ears. Frypan gave a light chuckle, shaking his head as he took a step back to block you.

“Teasing me will get you nowhere,” he said with a smirk, making you roll your eyes. Fry grabbed your wrist gently, his smile still present as he gazed into your eyes. You felt you breathing hitch, a pleasant shiver running down your spine as he leaned in. You closed your eyes, slightly pursing your lips in anticipation, only for his lips to lightly brush your cheek on their way to your ear.

“Two can play at that game,” he whispered huskily, before pulling away and walking to the stove. You stood still for a moment, completely shocked as he lifted the lid to the pot, stirring its contents. After processing what just happened, you stomped your feet, pouting.

“Jerk! That’s not fair!” You whined, earning a hearty chuckled from the boy.

“All’s fair in love and war,” he chimed. You stomped your feet for a few more seconds, before turning and leaving, the pout not leaving your face, as you tried to formulate a plan to get him back.

[anotherimaginescollection]

Since arriving in the Maze you’d felt at a bit of a lose end. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing, what they needed to do to help.

‘You know,’ came Frypan’s voice from behind you, making you jump, ‘I could use some help in the kitchen.’

You chuckled, turning to face him. ‘I can’t actually cook,’ you warned him.

A smirk slipped easily onto his face as he moved to put an arm around your shoulder, guiding you gently towards his cooking station. ‘Well then, it’s about time you learnt,’ he said simply.

‘I’d like that, thanks Frypan,’ you said, wondering what he’d teach you first.

‘Don’t mention it,’ he said, shrugging before pointing towards the chopping board. ‘First lesson, how to slice things without accidentally cutting off your fingers.’

You nodded, making sure that you were paying close attention. Maybe things weren’t going to be quite as bad as you’d first thought.

A/N: Gif credit goes to the respective owners; I just found them on Google (added the links in the captions).