[OLD] Yakko Warner + F!Reader

Late Night Chat

I stood against the railing, scrolling through countless concerned messages I had gotten from my dad throughout the evening. I replied every once and a while, but stopped completely after he wouldn't stop. He then would try calling me, which I also ignored. It probably wasn't smart, or considerate, of me, but it just got exhausting having to tell him I was still alright every 10 minutes.

"It's a little cold out here, isn't it, Y/N?" I jumped and turned my attention to Yakko, who I didn't even realized came outside. I giggled, slightly embarrassed, and parted my hair with my fingers. "Yeah," I said. Are you gonna give me a jacket or something?"

"Well, I was going to suggest you come inside, but if that's what you'd prefer~" he leaned towards me, catching a glimpse of my screen. "Is that all from your dad?" he asked. I turned my phone away out of habit, but quickly relaxed myself. "Mhm."

"He really cares about you, huh?" Yakko smiled. I rolled my eyes. "You don't know the half of it." Yakko tilted his head. "What do you mean? Isn't it nice?" I sighed heavily. "Well, yeah, kind of, but..."

"But?"
I turned and looked at him. "You really don't understand?" Yakko shook his head. "Like Dot said, I don't have parents." He leaned against the railing and looked out at the studio, lit up by streetlights. "Well, that's not true. I did, but I can't remember much. Just that they were really, really great." He smiled. "And there's this story they'd tell Dot every night, about her being made from a flower. It's weird, but she really likes it."

"So your parents really are, uh..."
"Probably. I can't remember what happened to them. I just remember us being there with them, then here, with this." He motioned to the studio buildings. We both stood quietly for a moment. "So what's his deal?" he asked, breaking the silence. "What?" I replied.

"Well, why does he check on you all the time?"
"Oh..." I took a deep breath. "It's kind of... a whole thing. After I was born, my mom took off and completely cut ties with him. No note, no reason, no anything." I ran my fingers through my hair. "He treats me like a baby, but I know it's just because he's paranoid about me ditching him too."

Yakko sighed heavily. "God... I can't even think of a joke right now."
I laughed and leaned my head against his shoulder. Without saying anything, Yakko took my hand held it out with his. He took my other hand and put it on his shoulder, resting his hand on my waist. "Do you know how to dance?" He asked.
"Uh, not really..." I said, my face growing warm. Yakko smiled. "That's alright, it's not that hard." He proceeded to show me the basic ballroom steps. He was right, it wasn't that hard. I caught on fairly quickly. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" he teased. I gave him a sarcastic look. He then, once again, held up my hand, twirling me around. As the final move, he dipped me down and caught me by the waist.

It felt like the world was entirely still. I was completely frozen. I didn't have any idea what I was supposed to do or say, or if I was supposed to do or say anything. Before I had the chance to make up my mind, Yakko pulled me up and kissed me. Though it only lasted for a moment, it felt like an eternity. He pulled away, and I stood in complete shock. "Oops," he said, "did I break you?" I suddenly snapped back into reality and started laughing. "Sorry, I don't really know what to do." We both, having no idea how to conduct ourselves, laughed for about a minute. Our laughter was cut off when my phone began to ring.

"Crap..." I said, hesitantly pressing to take the call.