Joji One Shots

Pasta & Coffee (Part 1)

Requested by peachyrye
Word count (part 1): 1159 words
Word count (all): 3107 words
A/N: Thank you for requesting, I haven't written in here cuz I haven't been getting requests anymore and I wanted this to be a request only series!!! Don't be afraid to send requests and ideas to me I don't bite 💜 enjoy I hope you like it!

Joji's POV

"Alright folks, that's a wrap for today! I'm hoping to finish up tomorrow so get here by 7!" The director yells.

Ugh, 7am? That's almost too early.

Clamoring for the door, I grab my things, not making eye contact with anyone and leaving the building. I hate making music videos, it's not as fun as shooting a YouTube video. And this director is so uptight, I can't even have fun on the set, even though it's my music video!

A sigh leaves my lips at the thought of what's waiting for me at home. My beautiful girlfriend, who is so sweet, a good listener, and always knows what to say to cheer me up, is probably making dinner and waiting for me to come home. My heart is shuffling around in my chest just thinking about it. I get in my car and drive to my house.

Getting home, I open the door and put on a silly voice (like you know, a voice from a weird, offensive YouTuber that people seem to be obsessed about and can't get over, idk idk).

"Honey, I'm hoooome!" I make a weird face as I say it.

Unfortunately, my partner didn't notice the strange display I was putting on for her, in fact, she was preoccupied with her cooking... and... a baby!?

"Hi, babe! Sorry she's been wanting to play all day and she won't let me put her down. She tuts at the little girl as she grabs a fistful of her hair.

"No, no, Viola, that hurts auntie." She whispers patiently.

I sigh in relief. No, she didn't adopt a baby while I was gone.

"Who's baby is that?" I ask in confusion.

(Y/N) tastes the sauce for the pasta she's making. "My brother's, him and his wife are out for the day, remember? I told you about this 2 weeks ago."

Oh yeah, she did tell me. I frown a little, really wanting to vent to her about my day. The baby blows raspberries as she gently pats (Y/N)'s face over and over. I'm honestly surprised, (Y/N) is usually terrible with kids. Maybe Viola is just a good baby.

"Hey, I'm gonna go change, ok?" I say rather unenthusiastically, hoping she'll pick up on my tone.

She doesn't even bat an eye, making a face at the little munchkin to make her giggle.

"Okay! Can you grab the swaddle from the baby bag on your way up?" She doesn't look up at all. My heart sank as I headed to the bedroom to change.

(Y/N)'s POV

I was so worried about taking care of Viola these past two weeks. My brother has no idea but I hate kids, so when I found out he needed a babysitter and everyone else was busy, I looked up everything about taking care of babies. Thank god Viola is really sweet, she almost never cries and she always wants to play. They don't make a lot of babies like that.

As I check the boiling pasta to see if it's done cooking, Viola grabs my hair again and pulls a little. Not hard, but enough for me to notice she's pulling. I give her a stern "no" as Joji comes back in his PJs, handing me the swaddle.

"Thank you, baby. Can you hold Viola for a sec so I can put this on?" I hand the peppy little girl to him so I can put on the swaddle.

Viola coos at Joji, she seems to be excited by the darkness of his hair as she reaches up to grab it.

"Nooo, don't touch!" I warn Viola as I finish putting on the piece of cloth.

Giving Joji a kiss on the cheek, I pick up Viola. She pouts upon seeing my display of affection.

"Aww!" I kiss her forehead. "Better?"

She grabs my lips, making a soft noise. I giggle at her response and put her in the swaddle.

"Time for a nap, little one." Opening the door to the fridge, I grab a bottle of baby formula and put it in the microwave to heat it up.

Joji sits down on the table, waiting for the food to be done. I'm about to turn to finally get a good look at him when the water from the boiling pasta overflows from the pot.

I shriek and rush to the pot and remove the cover, checking the doneness of the noodles before turning off the fire. The microwave gives off its usual shrill sound to indicate that the formula is done heating. Grabbing a spoon and the bottle cap, I mix the formula and check the temperature before screwing in the cap and giving it to Viola. Without hesitation, she puts the bottle nipple in her mouth.

My eyes close as I sigh. "I hope she falls asleep soon. She's sweet but she's a handful like any other baby."

"I can imagine." Joji replies.

I taste the sauce one more time to check for any final touches and turn off the fire before plating the food. Joji digs in as soon as the plate hits the table.

"Mmm!" Joji gives the 👌🏻 sign, "Amazing as always, babe."

"It better be!" I sassed, "I had to do it while taking care of a baby!"

Viola continues to suck on the bottle as I check to see if she's falling asleep. I grin at her before getting started on my own plate.

Joji's POV

I try to distract myself from the lack of attention I'm getting by indulging in (Y/N)'s amazing food. Even if I wasn't tired and upset, I'd probably be eating this the same way I am now because holy shit this is good! I know babies need a lot of attention and it's not fair for me to feel this way, but did Viola have to come in on a day when I need my girlfriend's attention the most?

After 20 minutes of dinner, my plate is empty and (Y/N)'s is almost done. She seems impatient.

"Baaaabe, can you sing to Viola, she still thinks it's play time." She whines.

"Anything for you, babe." I get up and pick up the feeding child.

She looks up at me curiously. It's as if she knows how cute she is. I take a second to think of a song and nod my head when I think of one.

♪Don't stay awake for too long, don't go to bed. I'll make a cup of coffee for your head. I'll get you up and going out of bed♪

♪And I promise that one day I'll feel fine. And I promise that one day I'll feel alright♪

♪Oh I'll make a cup of coffee with the right amount of sugar how you like it. And I'll make a cup of coffee with the right amount of sugar how you like it... how you like it...♪