Hi sis! I would STAB for a Luigi largo fic. Maybe we could have a reader who is like a sidekick to Luigi and Luigi really digs her but she ain't getting the hints. Finally, he'd get fed up, stressed out, and a little turned on by their fear. One thing leads to another and things get a little spicy (I can't be the only one who has thought of getting freaky with Luigi, right?) lots of love babe ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
((Groovy! I know I would lol. I hope this works. Lots of love to you too. Also, sidenote: Can y’all please not call me sis? I’m not mad or anything, cause I know I don’t have my name or pronouns in my bio (I’ll change that soon), but it’s just a thing for me. Call me a dumb idiot bitch instead. Like I said in the Patrick Bateman fic, Never Date Your Boss irl! It creates an unhealthy power dynamic. Though I didn’t entirely go the way it sounded like your ask wanted. I just don’t think Luigi is that kinda dude. He’s an awkward, overly-theatric weirdo who has a bad temper and would be super-passive aggressive and never say his feelings.
“God Fucking DAMMIT!” Your boss was in one of his moods again. Great… This could be anything from the company losing some money, to Pavi just picking a fight for no reason, to someone giving him decaf. Not that anyone was asking you, but he might benefit from lessening his caffeine intake. Maybe he’d be less high-strung. But the last person who had suggested that had been gutted like a fish all over the carpet. You’d like to think he wouldn’t do something like that to you, you were his right-hand man after all. Still, you could never be sure with a man like that.
You peeked around the corner. You were right, he was currently ranting and raving about god knows what, while his office looked as if a tornado had gone through it. You lightly rap on the doorframe to his office. “What do you want?” He looks up to see you and pauses for a second before looking back down at the slowly bleeding out body of a Gentern, on the floor at his feet. “Oh. It’s you.”
“Good evening Mr. Largo. Would you like to go over your schedule for tomorrow now?” You’d been here long enough to tune out the horrors of the job and the Largos various violent tendencies. While they tended to act like spoiled brats, often the best approach for them was just to speak with a measure of confidence and be direct. Never let yourself become replaceable, but avoid conflicts. You often had to walk on eggshells, but you’d managed to keep yourself from ending up on the other end of the Repomen or their bosses.
“Sure, whatever, bring it in…” he scowls and sits back at his desk.
You internally rolled your eyes at his attitude and stepped around the body to sit across from him, clipboard in hand. “Well, at 10 o’clock there’s a board meeting regarding advertising-”
“That’s Amber’s job!” They had unofficially divided the company into their three specialties: Amber focused on Marketing and P.R; Pavi oversaw Design and Quality Control; and Luigi worked Production, Distribution, and Payroll. All major company decisions had to be approved by all three.
“I know that sir, but you are still required to attend.” You hear him huff but continue anyway. “After that you have lunch with an investor at 12. From roughly 2-4 you are free from appointments but you do need to review the reports from Distributors 156 to 294 by Friday so then would be a good time to do so. Also Emerson mentioned calling sometime today sometime within then. After that there is a meeting regarding expansion with our eastern competition and potential for a full corporate buyout or conglomeration.”
He let out a groan and rubbed his eyes, “I’m going to stab someone.”
“Me?” you smirked slightly.
He snorted slightly, “Not yet at least.”
“Thank you for your generosity.” You knew you were being a bit of a smartass, but sometimes it made him smirk. To grovel was to become just another piece of meat in the Geneco grinder. He stood up and crossed over to his miniature liquor cabinet he kept in the office. You’d think three liver replacements would teach him something but he showed no sign of not going for his fourth. He poured himself a small tumbler glass and downed it before facing you again. “Are you able to stay late tonight?”
“I suppose. Do you need something?” You raised an eyebrow. You weren’t aware of anything he needed you to do.
His lips pursed and he looks elsewhere. “Well, I was just wondering if…”
“Nevermind…Just file these before you sign out.” He handed you a small pile of files. That was far from your job but you held your tongue. When Mr. Largo was in a mood it was best to just roll your eyes and take it. You turned to leave when you felt a hand on your arm. You turned back, confused. “Wait, er-” He let go and his brow furrowed as if he was having an internal argument.
“Can you just-arggh!” he made a noise of frustration like he was trying to hold back a yell of rage.
“Mr. Largo!” He seemed to snap out of his own angry digressing to look back at you. ”If I made a mistake. Tell me. If there is something you need me to do. Tell me.” Your face softens a bit now that he was listening, “I’m here to help. I do my best as someone in my position can. Just talk to me?!”
He looked at you for a moment and his face scrunched up a bit like he was about to yell. Instead, he leaned forwards and before you could react caught your lips with his. It was far from the long-awaited passionate embrace you had imagined. He smelled like sweat and coffee mixed with an expensive, but shitty cologne. His lips were harsh and for a guy seemingly always flocked by Genterns, he didn’t kiss like a man with a lot of experience. Still, it was so…him. It was perfect. He pulled away too soon. His normal frown was back but it was much less threatening when his cheeks were steadily reddening and he looked almost worried about your reaction. You knew better than to laugh because he’d take it wrong and you’d be on the slab in a second, but the whole thing was so ridiculous! “Why did you- Why me- Why didn’t you say so sooner?”
He held his hands out as if in exasperation and confusion, “I tried. You just couldn’t tell.”
“Giving someone extra work so they have to stay late usually makes people think you don’t like them Casanova.”
“You’re breakin’ my heart!” Jesus, that might be the first genuine smile you’d seen him crack in a long time.
“How about instead of paperwork, tomorrow night we do lunch? Can’t be too unprofessional right?”
He huffed and rolled his eyes but still smiling slightly, “I think we’re beyond that at this point.”
You chuckled and shook your head as he walked you towards the door, “Have a good night…” Right before you left you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, “Luigi~”