Tycer VR Squad Lover Scenarios + One-Shots

Natsu x Reader ~ Cake

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You yawned and got out of bed after you heard the notification sound from your phone. Feeling too annoyed and grumpy in the morning, you decided just to wash your face and get yourself something to munch on before turning on your phone to check what you missed out on. You saw a message from Natsu and grumbled, wondering how this man's number is still on your phone. You opened the message, to be greeted with the most unnecessary morning text from him.

Hey

I'm hungry.

You stared at the phone with amusement and realized, he sent this is 5 in the morning. Astonished, you resisted the urge of typing a bunch of swear words and decided to calmly and collectively text him back, explaining all your worries about him in a mature manner. And that was by saying-

Shut up.

Very calm and mature, indeed. You noticed that right after you sent it, he came back online and started typing. You felt like killing yourself at that moment, knowing the guy's gonna drag you into some stupid conversation that you don't want to be a part of. Soon, he replied;

i wanna eat cake

You continued wondering what his motives even were at this point and just sent him a middle finger emoji and turned your phone off with pure annoyance and went to go take a nap before you heard a loud BOOM, making your house shake. You barely caught your munchies and sighed as you realized the reason for the explosion as you stomped your way downstairs again. Natsu stood there, with his hands in his pockets, looking oh-so-innocent as he looked around until he met your eyes. You glared at him while he blankly stared back. This went on for almost a minute straight until he randomly asked,
"Wanna bake a cake?" you blinked a few times and tilted your head in confusion. Soon, the confusion turned into anger as you combusted his heart with sour,
"No." feeling no regrets, you continued eating while glaring at him. He blinked at you with a blank face for another moment before sticking his tongue out;
"Party pooper." He started and you already tried to cut him off by trying to yell, as he continued, cutting you off, "You're still baking with me though." you were about to cut him off again and he continued once more, "I don't care, I'm hungry and you're making me a grilled cheese too." You jolted as he finally finished and glared at him, all offended before speaking up loudly,
"WHA?! I ain't grilling you a cheese!" you yelled as he didn't even flinch and shrugged,
"You are. C'mon." he walked off to the kitchen, or what was left of it after the huge explosion. You started walking back upstairs, but stopped mid-way, realizing that he would probably burn what was left of your whole house down if you left the kitchen in his hands. You sighed in agony and went back downstairs, yet again, and went to the kitchen. He was already going through the cabinet like he owned the damn place, making your blood boil so much that it felt like it was evaporating into the air around you and into the atmosphere turning the clouds red. But of course, that's not possible. But with your burning desire to murder this man, it might as well be. As he yanked out a bunch of random things that you were sure he didn't even know how to use and placed them on the broken counter. You clenched your teeth as if you were internally chewing on a napkin as you kept silently glaring at him. Once he thought he had gotten everything, he glanced at you to meet your passionately-deadly stare again. He blinked at you for a moment, knowing you weren't gonna force yourself to talk to him, and just walked past you to get to the fridge. With pure rage, you turned around,
"What the hell makes you think you can just march into my house right after blowing it up and casually ask me to make you breakfast because you're too lazy to do it by yourself, huh?" you ranted. He paused for a moment and turned to you. There was another moment of silence as he got up, not breaking the eye-contact and shrugging,
"You're good at cooking, and that's why. Deal with it." He finished his sentence and grabbed the milk and cheese out of the fridge before placing it near the stove and looking at you again before pointing at the counter. "Now let's start, I'm starving to death here." He kinda beamed as if he was actually excited to do it. You felt like slapping his sorry little face at that moment but were way too tired to hurt your beautiful palm's energy on his, again, sorry little face. But you did decide to push him aside because he was taller than you, he barely budged, but you still got passed him, so that's all that matters because you feel happy when you don't see his face. He wasn't wrong though. You were decently good at cooking and proud of it too. But cooking for him out of all people is definitely not one of the things you'd wanna waste your time with. You quickly started preheating the oven and grabbed a bowl before slamming it on the counter. You felt Natsu flinch slightly just as expected. Not like you cared though, it made you happy to see him scared actually. You grabbed a pair of scissors and resisted the urge to stab him as you cut the pack of cake mix open. Natsu peeked over your shoulder, most probably to make sure you won't add poison this time. You irritated-ly yet quickly pointed the tip of the scissors at his face as he jolted back,
"Geez, chill out crazy kid. I'm too young to die." He had a habit of calling you a kid for some damn reason and it only made you despise him and his stupid face much more than you already did. It was like he did this on purpose. You grunted and rolled your eyes and poured all the mix into the bowl with some milk and eggs before starting to loudly and violently mix it. Natsu was slowly stepping away from you worried you'd attack him with the whisk. Which you didn't. Unfortunately. You didn't want to waste the batter on his stupid face and just peacefully continued your mixing war. After you were done, you added some extra vanilla and pulled out your baking bowl, and quickly poured the batter in. Natsu just stared in awe, wondering how you managed to do it so quickly. You emptied the bowl and opened the oven with your bare hand before throwing the other baking bowl in and shutting it while setting the timer to stop the oven. You pushed past Natsu again and grabbed some bread out of the other cabinet. Natsu was just standing and doing nothing the whole time, not knowing what he could help with. According to you, it was better that way because he would probably mess it up, and oh boy, did he read your mind and come to destroy your hard work.
"Let me help! I wanna do it too." He whined like a damn baby and you turned to him with a smirk,
"Oh, please...it's not like you'll actually do something productive. You'll mess it up." He looked at you with irritation and continued,
"But if it's for me, I wanna do something too!" you twitched a little at his remark,
"If you wanted to do something, you should've stayed at home and I don't know, COOKED YOUR OWN, DAMN, FOOD!" you yelled loudly as he glared and pouted like a child before huffing,
"I can do side tasks! ...Other than washing dishes...I guess..." He mumbled the last two parts and averted his eyes. You glared more and just decided to give him a side job. You grabbed some cookies and put them in the mixer. Then you yanked his hand and put it on the lid of it and turned it on.
"Stay." You said as you snatched your hand back and went back to the stupid stove to make his stupid grilled cheese sandwich to shove into his stupid cute- ...ugly face. Natsu looked dumbfounded, but for some reason, just stayed quiet you almost felt bad for a second. Then you reminded yourself about all the crappy things he's done to your secret mineshaft, ender chests, diamond armor, and not to forget YOUR HOUSE. Destroyed everything. Sure, Tycer helped him, but you were more than certain it was all his ideas, because... just because! You didn't care if your reason was valid or not. You'll need to rebuild your house now and it's all his fault. Again.