(Y/N)'s POV)
I was driving home from work. Being a Doctor at one of the biggest hospitals in LA was grueling work. The traffic was light as I drove home in the black, blanket of night. I get home and parked the car in the driveway and unlock the doors.
"Chef! I'm home!" I call out pulling off my coat, leaving me in my doctor scrubs. Chef comes out of the kitchen, as expected, and smiles. Looking down at him he's covered in cookie dough.
"You'll never believe what I made!" he squeals, like a giddy child.
"Let's see...cookies?" I guess. He nods and pulls me into the kitchen. I see a fresh tray of chocolate chip cookies resting on the counter. I smile and take one, popping it into my mouth.
"How do they taste?" He asks, nervous.
"Perfect! Just like you." I respond booping his nose. He laughs and sweeps me off my feet. "Put me down! Put me down! Put me down!" I squeak. He laughs again, and carries me over to the couch where he places me. He tucks his head into my neck and places light kisses up and down my neck. I giggle, but eventually stand up.
"What's wrong?" He asks, upset that I moved.
"I need to get some rest, and so do you. You have the meeting with the other egos tomorrow." Chef nods and we head upstairs and get into bed after changing.
"I love you (Y/N)." Chef mumbles.
"I love you too sweet pea." I say planting a kiss on his forehead.
The next morning was nice, before Chef left he made breakfast.
"I'll be home at around 3:00 okay?" He called. I nod and he walks out the door. The car engine starts and he's off to the meeting. I sigh and look around. My eyes finally land on the kitchen. I smirk and stand up sliding around in my socks to get to the cabinets. I pull out flour, sugar, salt, eggs, butter, chocolate chips and all the other needed tools and ingredients. I place them on the counter top and pull up a recipe on my phone. As time goes on I turn on some music and sway to the beat humming the lyrics. As I mixed the dough I felt the air around me grow cold.
"Anti, you can either tell me what the he'll you're doing here or you can shove off. I'm trying to do something." I put the wooden spoon down and turn around to see the glitch.
"I thought I'd say hello darling. Since the chef isn't home, of course." I roll my eyes.
"You said hello, now you can leave. I'm trying to bake over here." I said, a bit a annoyed with his presence.
"Well, what're you baking lass/lassie?" He asks peeking over my shoulder.
"Chocolate chip cookies." I answer plainly. I see him start to smile. I knew he and Sean...and practically all the either septic egos loved cookies. "Before you get any ideas, they're not for you and you can have any. He frowns.
"Well fuck you too." He said and teleports away. I shake my head with a small chuckle. After putting the dough into the oven, I poured myself a cup off coffee and went on my computer to check my Emails. I had gotten two about coming in early, which I responded with a yes. The time went by and the oven beeped; I sprinted over to the oven and pulled out the cookie sheet. I cursed at myself for not putting on oven mitts and looked at my hands and I placed the hot, metal tray onto the stove top. My hands hand slight red marks, but the burns were bearable. I sat down and looked at the clock. 3:00. Chef should be on his way home. I sipped my coffee and sat back down on the couch. I heard the door open.
"(Y/N)! I'm home!" Chef called.
"How'd the meeting go?" I ask as he slumped down next to me, exhausted.
"Wilford suggested some stupid TV thing. That was a total waste of six hours." He said. I laugh.
"Well don't worry, because I have a special treat just for you!" I pull him up and into the kitchen. I point to the stove. He walks over then smiles.
"You made cookies? For me?"
"Yep! I thought I'd repay the favor that you did for me last night." I said walking up next to him. His arm sneaks around my waist and pulls me closer to him. I look into his deep chocolate eyes and he looks into mine. He gets closer to my face and I get closer to him. He eventually closes the gap, and we close our eyes. I wrap my arms around him and he does the same.
"The fuck did I walk into?" I hear a Irish voice say. I open my eyes and turn to the doorway.
"Anti! I'm gonna kill you!" Chef shouts, pink covering his face. Anti laughs and runs off; with Chef right on his heels. I laugh.
Things were never boring with Chef.
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Iplier and Septic Ego Oneshots
FanfictionHello, my hero's and weirdos, my little devilish demons and somehow you found this and you should totally read it! It involves most of the Septic and Iplier egos and you as the reader. Anyway, Author out!
