GhostxToast one shots two

You're My One

Toast walked into the kitchen.

His boyfriend, Johnny Ghost, was making dinner.

Toast enjoyed Ghosts cooking..

He tried to enjoy it. It only took a few bites to get used to it.

He rarely enjoyed it.

He didn't enjoy it.

Ghost was pretty stubborn when it came to cooking.

"What are we having tonight sir?"

Ghost turned and glared at him. Toast cried out at his harsh glare.

The American handed him a flyer for a pizza company.

"Have whatever you want. When it comes, can you put it in the oven then act happy to make me feel like I did something nice?"

Toast blushed and kisses his head. "Oh sir. It's okay. I can always teach you to cook."

Ghost rolled his eyes. He poured the boiling hot water into the cups to make some tea.

Toast sighed and walked over, wrapping his arms around the Americans waist. He nuzzled his soft brown hair.

"You're so cute sir."

"No I'm not, Johnny."

Toast kissed the back of his neck. "Yes you are. It's my opinion of you."

Ghost rolled his eyes.

"What's wrong Sir?"

Ghost gently pushed him away. "I can barely do anything. I can't drive. I can't cook! I can't read, I can't-!"

Toast gently kissed him and pulled away. "Look at all the things you can do. You can make me smile. You can investigate paranormal entities. If be nothing without you, Sir."

"You're a Prince!" Ghost snapped. "You're the Prince of England!"

"Yes, but-!"

"But nothing. Johnny, you're better than me." Ghost teared up.

Toast reached a hand out to him. "Sir.."

Ghost glared at him and slapped his hand away. He teared up and looked at Toast fearfully, before running out.

Toast stood and flinched a bit as their bedroom door slammed shut.

Tears pricked his eyes. He couldn't cry now. Ghost needed him.

And Ghost mattered a lot more to him.

Hey.

I have not been well.

But I hope you enjoyed the one shot. There will be a second part.

I will see you next time.

Bye my lovely bird people.

-Guargent