Mallow X Reader: Opening an Old Place
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Prompt: “Hey, I've noticed you're doing a few more requests recently, and I was just wondering if I could get a fic with Mallow and a female reader? I was thinking maybe the reader could be helping Mal open up that family business that's mentioned in the game? Like she wants to open it but she's stressed about all the details and reader talks her through it and comforts her and maybe some slight fluff? Thank you! <3″ ~Anon
Warnings: None!
Author: Yulta~
You were sitting on the sofa, your phone in your hand as you scrolled through Instagram. You were waiting for your girlfriend, Mallow, to finish doing… whatever newest calculations she was in her office doing.
Her parents were finally retiring and had decided to hand the torch to their daughter. She was trying to figure out all the ropes, figure out what works where, how to make enough money to keep the restaurant running. This was something you were fairly good at, and you had some past experiences. You knew Mallow would be better off running the kitchen portion of the restaurant, as she was an amazing cook, and it was her passion. But she insisted on doing everything her parents did, even if it meant being one person doing a two-people job.
You could hear her faint groans of anger and annoyance through the closed door. This had been going on for almost an hour, and finally, you decided it was about time you stepped in.
You stood and slipped your phone into your pocket before you made your way over to the closed door. You knocked on it as a warning and opened it, walking in and leaving it open behind you.
“Hey beautiful,” you said, wrapping your arms around her shoulders from behind to see what she was working on.
Mallow turned her head and gave a sigh. “I’m so sorry (Y/n), I didn’t think it would take this long. But one mistake lead to an entirely other thing, and now I’m just…” she trailed off, looking frustrated with herself.
“You look like you need a break.” You grazed your eyes over the familiar sheets, noticing the slight mistakes your girlfriend had made that had lead to everything being so complicated. She wasn’t detail oriented like you, not when it came to the more boring side of running a business.
“I don’t know if I can do this. There’s just so much… work! It’s way harder than I thought it would be and some of these numbers don’t make sense, and I don’t even know how to write a cheque to pay any of the waiters or cooks and it’s just…” The desperation in her tone was obvious, though you didn’t want to point it out.
“Mal. I love you, but you need to go lie down. This is too much for you, especially all of the transfer papers.” You smiled as you turned her office chair around, the wheels squeaking slightly. “Let me help you. I’m good at paperwork, and I need a new hobby anyways. If I spend any more time on Instagram my phone may just explode.”
Mallow shook her head, “darling, I can’t ask you to do that. This is my legacy, and I need to figure it out.”
“And you will,” you said firmly. “But for now, just let me do the transfer so everything goes smoothly. I’ll show you how to fill everything else out over time. Alright?”
Finally, she gave in a stood. “Fine. Okay. Thank you.”
You nodded and playfully pushed her out of the way. “Now, watch how the pros do it,” you joked, plopping down in the chair and picking up a pen. You quickly scribbled down a few fixes and then tabbed each of the sheets with post-it notes to colour code them.
“Crap! We have breakfast reservations!” Mallow cried, suddenly remembering why you had come in to interrupt her. “Come on (Y/n). You can have fun later.”
“Alright, alright,” you replied, letting her grab your arm and drag you out of your shared apartment.
“Thank you,” Mallow said quietly as you grabbed your bag. “I was honestly ready to just. Give up.”
“I know,” you answered. “But that’s what I’m here for. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Mallow brought you in for a kiss, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling your body against hers.
Finally you broke it, having to come back for air. “Now, let’s go before we lose our spot.”