Me: *evil cackling*
Jacob: *looks at image* THAT WAS ONCE-
Me: You don't think I'm going to have mercy on you and not bring it up to the reader do you Jacob?-
Jacob: ...No?
Me: Exactly.
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Imagine: A Jano thing because I ship it and it's underrated-
Note: French translation is 'I dream of dipping my baguette in your soup'- Now Jacob, what were you getting at..? *cough cough* ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) *cough cough*, French will be used (obviously)
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Jacob's POV
As he takes orders from people in line at the coffee shop he worked at, someone that catches his eye.
A man his age, with medium length chocolate brown hair tied back in a neat low ponytail, eyes the color of irresistible Lindt milk chocolate, full sensuous lips and a built physique from what he could see.
This guy was smoking hot, but was probably straight anyway like every other hot guy he'd seen in this coffee shop. He liked girls too, but he had more of a preference for guys that he couldn't explain. "Hello?" the hot guy asks him, waving an exquisitely manicured hand in front of face. Goddamn, he had a hint of a French accent mostly covered by a posh British one. His one fucking weakness.
"S-sorry," he replies. "Zoned out. Anyway, what can I get you?"
"An Affogato with Rocky Road and baguette slices with butter please."
"Rocky Road's an interesting choice for an Affogato," he replies. "But I'm not going to judge you."
"It's a great tasting choice."
"Ah, your opinion is your opinion. Your order should be ready in 2-3 minutes, if I get everything else done in time. That'll be $4.50, please."
With a nod, Hot Stuff-his nickname for the guy-pays and goes to sit at a table near the sunlight streaming through the glass window.
Arno's POV
As he waits for his coffee at the table, he watches the barista at work. He watches as his coffee is being made, which meant he got all sorts of angles on the guy. Slicked back dark brown hair, hazel eyes sparkling with mischief, a couple visible scars on his face and a cinnamon roll like personality from what he could pick from the miniature conversation they'd had before he ordered his coffee and baguette slices...Damn it, was he falling for the barista already?
He was so entranced by the barista that he wasn't paying attention to anything else. Should he ask for the barista's number or give his own? No, that seemed to upfront, he needed to at least get to know the guy first. He sees his order's ready after a couple minutes of silently debating what to do, so he goes to pick it up.
Timeskip, Jacob's POV
While he's sitting at a table while on break, Hot Stuff comes up to him with a sheepish smile. "Sorry I didn't get to introduce myself earlier," he says. "I'm Arno. And you are..?"
"Jacob," he replies with a smile. "Though it says on the nametag."
"Oh, I must not have noticed. Anyways, I'd love to talk to you more. Can I have your number?"
Shit, Hot Stuff-Arno-was really asking for his number? "Sure, can I have your phone for a second?" he replies.
Arno gives him his phone and he puts his number in. "There you go." he says with a smile. He notices that Arno seems to mindless smile at him for a second but he dismisses it as nothing. Unfortunately, his manager telling him to get back to work interrupted the moment. "See you around love." he says with a smile before leaving the table to get back behind the counter.
Timeskip again, Jacob's POV
As he walks into the house he shared with his twin and her boyfriend, he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. He looks at the text which read: Hey it's Arno, I was wondering if I could come over to your place? (Note: I can't find a message generator that looks like iOS 15, if someone can help that would be greatly appreciated-)
He chuckles and sends him a text back with the address and a See you soon! :D (Note: Jacob would totally send this text he's such an adorkable cinnamon roll-). "Who're you texting?" he hears Evie ask from behind him and he nearly jumps a foot into the air. "A friend." he replies.
"Mhm...Is it your new crush?" she asks him.
"No it's not! Go snog Greenie, Evie."
Evie gives him a punch to the shoulder and says, "You're impossible."
"One of the many reasons you love me, dear sister."
"Right...Well, I'm going to go cook. Bye!"
Evie leaves and he sighs. As much as he loved his twin, she could be annoying as fuck.
A few minutes of scrolling through TikTok on his phone later, he hears a knock on the door. He goes over to the door and opens it, giving Arno a smile. "Hey." Arno says.
"H-Hi..." he replies hesitantly. Holy shit, why the fuck was he stuttering? Well, maybe it was because he didn't think Arno had any interest in him but-
"Are you going to let me in or..?"
"R-right. Sorry." he says, giving Arno a sheepish smile. He steps aside and in the corner of his vision sees Evie leaning on the wall with a devilish smile on her face. "Who's the girl?" Arno asks him.
"My twin. Evie, this is Arno. Arno, Evie."
"Nice to meet you Arno." Evie says with a nod.
"Likewise."
Arno's POV
As he steps into the house, he smells a strange yet calming blend of lavender, sage and thyme with a hint of eucalyptus. It felt...relaxing yet energizing at the same time."How do you like it?" he hears Jacob ask him. "It's great." he replies with a half smile on his face.
Jacob gives him this cute, irresistible adorkable smile that nearly makes him melt. Goddamn it, this man knew all his weaknesses and preferences to an exact letter. "That's the kitchen, which Evie has banned me from cooking and baking in."
"Wait, seriously?" he asks. He's never heard of someone being banned from a kitchen before now. "Yep, can only do stuff not involving a stove or an oven," Jacob replies. "Sometimes Evie even asks me to make her a coffee because of my barista skills."
After going upstairs, Jacob leads him to a room at the end of a hallway and stops. "That's my room, though I didn't have time to clean before you came over..."
"No, no it's okay. I get it, you can't have everything super clean all the time," he says. "It still looks like a nice room though."
"So, uh...What do you want to do?"
Kiss you-"I don't know, get to know each other a bit better?"
Timeskip, 3rd person POV
It had been a few months since Jacob and Arno had met. In that time, they grew thick as thieves and did nearly everything together. Arno became a regular of the coffee shop Jacob worked at just to talk to Jacob...and get his dose of daily Jacob eye candy. This particular day, Arno walked into the coffee shop as usual and waved to Jacob. Normally Jacob would wave back and flash him that adorkable smile that reduced his knees to wobbly Jello, but that didn't happen. So Arno looks closer and sees a girl flirting with Jacob, who looked uncomfortable.
Jacob's POV
As this girl would not stop flirting with him, he sees Arno from behind her and gives his friend-at least, he's pretty sure Arno's his friend-a panicked look as he really hated how this girl was incessantly flirting with him.
Arno's POV
He sees the panicked look Jacob gave him and taps the girl on the shoulder. "Excusez-moi, Madame (excuse me Miss and yes I know it might be Madamoiselle but I'm pretty sure they removed that from all official documents in France in 2012 but I may be wrong-), but I believe that's my boyfriend you're flirting with."
"O-oh, sorry! I didn't know he was-Shit, that's embarrassing. I'll just get my coffee and go. Again, I'm so sorry."
"Sans problème (No problem), but maybe you should see if the person you're flirting with looks comfortable or not next time. Bon journée (Good day)."
The girl orders her coffee and goes to wait. "Bonjour mon amour, (Hello my love)" he says to Jacob. "The usual, please."
"I only understood the first word so hello to you too love," Jacob replies. "Thanks for saving me from that girl."
Well you weren't meant to know the translation of mon amour, he thinks. "My pleasure, mon beauté (my beauty). I'd do that for you anytime."
"I heard what you said to that girl to get her away from me."
"Ah, it was only to get her away from you. Don't overthink it."
He knew that was total bullshit, but still. Can't have Jacob catching onto his romantic feelings for the barista.
Jacob's POV
He couldn't help but feel dismayed at what Arno had said. This irresistible baguette man had no idea how much he wanted to kiss him right now. "You're going to take a break soon, right?" Arno asks him, drawing him out of his imagination. "Let me talk to my manager and I'll get back to you in a bit."
After getting confirmation he can get a break from his manager, he looks at Arno and nods then goes to the customer side of the counter. "Want to go anywhere?" he asks Arno.
"I don't really know."
"My place?"
"Eh, why not?"
Timeskip, Arno's POV
As he sits next to Jacob, he feels the overwhelming urge to just kiss the guy and finally confess his feelings.
In an instant, he decides to kiss Jacob. With no time to think, no time for Jacob to react, he crashes his lips onto Jacob's in a hungry kiss. After a couple minutes, he pulls away and says in a rush, "Merde (Shit), I'm so sorry Jacob I shouldn't have-"
He's cut off by Jacob's lips on his own. He melts into it completely, having waiting for this for so fucking long. But unfortunately, Jacob pulls away with a smile. "Do you know how long I've been waiting to do that?"
"A long time."
"And that I've got it, I won't be able to stop."
"Have at me then."
A dark, sultry chuckle form Jacob. "I love you...But you probably know that already."
"You're my dumbass, mon cœur (my heart, it's also pronounced cur if you're wondering what the pronunciation is if you don't speak French or are learning like I am-)
"I already know that, Frenchie." Jacob replies with a smile before kissing him again.
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Me: And...done!
Edward: *sleepy as fuck* Ash, it's literally 12am why are you finishing oneshots so late?
Me: ...I have way more to write and finish-
Edward: Don't you fucking dare I swear if you hit that publish button and I hear your keyboard or something I will take your laptop from you.
Me: Fucking try, Kenway. But you'll face my wrath.