☆ Jay x gn reader
☆ fluff
☆ 441 words
☆ Prompt: you’re trying to cook but it ends in a disaster
Jay raises his head to check the clock on the wall then lowers his gaze back to you. You’ve been at it for a good 20 minutes now but don’t seem to have made much progress. He would help you out but when he suggested it first, you hissed at him and stressed not to even dare step over that threshold. Well, Jay is definitely not about to test your patience and incite your wrath. Especially in your current state.
Still, everything has a limit.
“I smell something burning.”
“Ignore it?” you snap at him, frantically trying to take the pot off the stove and somehow salvage whatever you attempted creating.
“I can’t ignore you wasting ingredients, potentially hurting yourself and setting the kitchen on fire, injuring me in the process.” Jay walks up to you leisurely, pries your fingers off of the pot’s handle and takes the wooden spoon out of your other hand. He glances into the pot but he only sees black, charred remnants so he takes a moment of solemn silence in respect of the dead and puts it in the sink. For a second, he considers cleaning it too but he realizes in time that you should suffer from the consequences of your actions and clean up after yourself.
When he turns around to look at you, you’re glaring at him and the pot with your arms crossed in front of your chest. You’re clearly displeased by this turn of events and he can understand your frustration, but maybe whatever you were trying to make was a bit too high level for you right now.
He puts his hands on your shoulders, slightly massaging them before moving his hands up and down your upper arms. “It’s okay, next time you’ll do better.”
His comforting words and rubbing seems to work because the tension leaves your shoulders and you let your arms fall to your sides. He smiles at you and adds, “I’ll help you too.”
The sigh coming from your lips means that it hurts your pride to have his help instead of managing to create a five star meal alone, but there’s nothing to be done about it. “Fine,” you grumble and step closer to hug him around his waist and bury your face in his chest.
Jay wraps his arms around you too and continues to rub comforting circles on your back. “Don’t worry, with me, the best teacher in the world, you’ll improve in the blink of an eye!”
You snort but don’t argue for a change, just smile from where he can’t see it, already looking forward to your cooking classes together.
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