My House (Another Yakko x Reader)

Watch it!!

[A/N: I guess it got done a little early.
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I'll try to post regularly, alright? I still love you all~
Sorry (not sorry) about the cliffhanger. And for those of you who wanted to know, yes, I made that aesthetic.]

Y/N and Yakko sat at the small round table, sipping their drinks. Behind a fake bush sat Wakko and Dot, spying on them through Y/N's camera. Dot, with a headset on, watched the two of them closely. Wakko, however, sat next to her, eating a cookie larger than his face that he had pulled out of his pocket.
"Wakko!" Dot swatted at him, "are you seeing this?"
"Nope." He replied and took another large bite out of his cookie.
She made a face of disgust and knocked the cookie out of his hand and into the fake dirt. Wakko whimpered.
"Look!" She turned his head towards the camera.
In the corner of the camera was a person, dressed in all black, sitting at a table close by.
"Is that Y/N's stalker?" Wakko asked.
"No telling," Dot replied, "but he sure looks suspicious. He's watching their every move."

~~~~To Yakko and Y/N~~~~
~~~~Your POV~~~~

The silence between us was killing me. I gripped my coffee tightly. Sure, I would totally tell him now, but that fact that I was being watched by three or more people made me nervous.
"Y/N?"
I snapped out of my daze.
"Sorry. Staring off into space." I apologised.
"Where?"
"I hear Pluto's nice this time of year." I chuckled.
He took a sip of his coffee, "I bet it's cold year-round."
I smiled. Being with him really warmed my soul. He was an enjoyable person.
The waiter came by and placed two plate on our table, "Here you go!"
"Thank you." I replied and slid Yakko his plate. I picked up my coffee and raised it to my mouth.
A man wearing all black slipped by me and bumped into my side, causing coffee to spill down my shirt.
The heat from the coffee caused me to yelp and I slammed the cup down on the table. The heat boiled from my skin, up into my mind.
I furrowed my eyebrows, "Hey! Watch it!"
The man quickly glanced at me, then back to his feet. Not uttering a word, he quickened his pace and ran out of the coffee shop and out of sight.
"Y/N! Are you alright?" Yakko became overly concerned.
I let out a sigh, "Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit hot."
"I'll say."
My face went red, "Right..."
Our waiter came towards our table with a wad of napkins. Both Yakko and I wiped down the table and my shirt. I had cooled down now and was now cold from the air conditioning.
'Who was that guy?' 'Why does he have the right to just walk away without even saying a single word?!'
Thoughts like these flew through my mind as I wiped myself with paper napkins.
Only one person came to mind.