and i promised myself not to do stuff while I'm still on practice but oh well

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm so in LOVE with this blog! Your fanfics are wonderful! And sorry to bother, but may I have "I have to make ten pans of brownies in the next couple of hours, i know you dont work here, but can you help me?" (Last one on the bakery prompts list) with Ryan, please?

hoo boy was this the prompt for me. as soon as i got this i was like ‘i can’t wait to write this this is every fantasy ive ever had’ as a bakery student who is in love with ryan. please ignore the fact it gets weirdly personal. also i absolutely may write a part 2 if i get to a point where my inbox is empty.


“Arggh!” you yelled in frustration to the empty kitchen. Yet another of your employees had called in sick. Why did it have to be today? You had one of the most important orders of your career to fill in the next few hours and you were the only one at your bakery today to make all of the brownies for the client and also deal with in-shop customers. To say you were stressed was an understatement. Just as you contemplated shutting up shop for the day to focus on the order you heard the bell that signals the entrance of a customer rang. You sighed and went out into the front. You couldn’t imagine what a mess you must’ve looked with flour all your face and chocolate covering your apron. Not to mention the fact you looked like you were about to burst into tears at any moment. It must have shown to the customer as his face looked concerned as you greeted him. 

“Are you… okay?” he asked. You tried to smile and put on your customer service voice but the day had broken you.

“Honestly? I am the furthest from okay you could possibly imagine. I have a massive order to fill and I have zero staff and I’m honestly considering giving up my lifelong dream of owning a bakery to instead move to Alaska and live off the rest of my days in a cave with a family of wolves,” you said, not really caring how much you sounded like a crazy person. 

“Er, I’m really sorry to hear that. Should I go?” the customer asked, sounding extremely confused.

“Sir, I know I don’t know you and that you probably just came in here today to get some donuts or something but I have to make ten pans of brownies in the next couple of hours. I know you don’t work here, but can you help me? I’ll pay you, I promise,” you pleaded with the stranger, overwhelmed by the current stress you were feeling. He seemed to take pity on you as he smiled.

“I mean I don’t know shit about baking but sure, why not. You look like you’re about to collapse, do you want to sit down?” he said, coming around to the other side of the counter.

“There’s no time for sitting, but thank you so much. Seriously, I owe you big time. I’ll give you double my usual employee wage. I’ll buy you dinner. I’ll pay for your first born to go to college. I’ll -” you said frantically, practically dragging the poor man into the kitchen before he cut you off.

“Okay, before you promise me something ridiculous how about you take a minute to just breath,” he said calmly. You stopped and took a deep breath. His calmness somehow seemed to relax you slightly. Just slightly.

“Good, feel better?” he asked. You nodded and he chuckled. “Now, why don’t you tell me your name and exactly what it is you need me to do?”

“Y/N,” you said, feeling slightly ashamed that you hadn’t even bothered to introduce yourself or find out his name.

“Lovely to meet you, Y/N. I’m Ryan. Now you said something about brownies?”

You felt yourself regaining your confidence as you showed Ryan around the bakery, explaining each piece of equipment and going through the recipe for the brownies.

“So think you can handle it? It’s not a difficult recipe and I would be able to do it myself if I had bigger equipment. But I’m just starting out here and can’t afford the good stuff yet,” you said. You glanced at the clock on the wall, noting how little time you had left causing your anxiety to return.

“I think I’ll manage. Let’s get started then, shall we?” Ryan said cheerfully. He grabbed one of the aprons off the hook, slipped a hair net over his head and walked over to the sink to wash his hands.

Wow, I still have to nag my employees about the basics, you thought to yourself. You headed over to the sink too, and then got to work measuring out ingredients. For while you worked quickly and quietly, too stressed to think about making conversation, but after you got to a good pace and you felt confident you would get everything done on time you started to relax a little.

“So Ryan, what do you do for a living?” you asked, looking up at the man covered in flour. You smiled to yourself at the sight.

“I’m, uh, in entertainment,” he said, sounding slightly suspicious.

“What kind of entertainment?” you asked, trying to sound friendly and not at all concerned.

“It’s a little weird, so don’t judge me,” he said sheepishly. Your mind instantly thought he must mean adult entertainment and you felt your face heat up.

“Ah, well, no of course not. I don’t judge. You can do, do whatever you want. I’m sure what you do is, is well appreciated,” you stammered awkwardly, looking down at the brownies to avoid eye contact. Ryan was confused for a moment before realising what you meant.

“Oh, no it’s not that!  Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I play video games and record it and put it up on the Internet for people to watch,” he explained. When you looked back to him his face was also tinged pink. You relax at his explanation.

“Oh! That’s pretty cool actually,” you said.

“So, what made you become a baker?” Ryan asked, attempting to change the subject. You sighed in relief, smiling at the question.

“Baking is something I’ve always loved. I used to bake a lot of my grandma and my mom when I was younger. We were always a baking family but no one ever went into it as a career except me.” You paused to make sure you weren’t boring him, but he looked genuinely interested. “In high school I wanted to be a scientist; I loved biology and chemistry. A real nerd,” you laughed, “but when I got to college I just hated it. I don’t really know what changed. So I dropped out. That’s me, college drop out.” You sighed, thinking back to the hell you went through in college. “And my parents just said ‘okay that’s fine that you dropped out but you’ve got to pick something to do with your life’. So I went to bakery school,” you finished, smiling to yourself.

“That’s pretty awesome, you know. Not many people have the guts to give up on the sensible path to pursue their passion,” Ryan said, impressed. You blush at the compliment.

“Thank you,” you said. You giggled as you noticed his face covered in flour, walking over to him with a towel. “You know, the flour goes into the bowl,” you chuckled, wiping his nose.

“What, you mean covering my face in flour isn’t part of the recipe? I can’t believe my grandmother lied to me as a child,” he joked. Standing so close to him you noticed how blue his eyes were, looking softly into your own. You blushed and stepped away, moving back to continue working.

The next few hours passed quickly with you and Ryan working and joking together. He was incredibly funny; you couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed so much. You guessed that it came with his job. He was also insanely handsome. You were too stressed when you first saw him to really appreciate his looks but now that you were more relaxed you couldn’t help but admire his strong arms when he lifted heavy equipment and his smile made your stomach flutter when he laughed. You pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind as you focused on getting the order done on time.

Surprisingly you finished with plenty of time to spare and now all you needed to do was to wait for your client to come and collect their brownies.

“Thank you again, so much, for helping me today. I can’t express with words how much you’ve done for me. Let me get you some money for your time,” you said, heading towards the storefront to the cash register.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want your money. I had a lot of fun today,” Ryan said, putting his hand on your wrist to stop you from getting money.

“Are you sure? I’ve taken up a lot of your time,” you asked, eyes full of concern.

“Very sure. But if you really want to repay me then let me take you out sometime,” he said grinning. You were taken aback by his request.

“You want to take me out…on a date?” you questioned, slightly confused. Ryan chuckled, lightly placing his hand on your waist.

“If you don’t mind,” he said quietly, leaning his head down close to yours. His eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips, questioning. You bit your lip.

“I’d like that,” you said, and Ryan closed the gap between you. His lips were soft and gentle against yours, and all too soon he pulled away. He gave you his phone to put your number in and headed towards the door, waving goodbye as he left. You grinned and giggled to yourself once he had gone, all previous stress you had felt earlier that day completely melted away.