Germany X Reader {Boss}

“Please! Come on, Ludwig, you promised me!” You whined, stamping one of your bare feet onto the hard wooden floor. You stared intensely at your roommate, who glared at you from across the room, not amused at your display of emotions.

You had been living together for about three months now, and you both were amazing friends, but sometimes… Sometimes you wanted to throw the German out a window. You were positive he thought the same thing about you sometimes, too.

His accent was thick, crossing his arms over his chest, “I did not ‘promise’ you, I only said zat I vould zink about it.”

Your other roommate, who was leaning uncomfortably against the wall, tried to shrink further into the drywall. You spun around to glare at him, raising a finger at him as you hissed, immensely pissed at Ludwig for the moment, not really meaning to force all of your anger out through your voice at the semi-afraid Alfred.

“You had better not back on me now, because I know you promised.” Without another word you left, crossing your arms over your chest, grumbling all the way to yourself across the rather large apartment to your room.

This wouldn’t even be happening right now if you hadn’t been so intent on getting the promotion of the new editor-in-chief at Yobun, a magazine that focused on. It was a wonderful job, and you got to do a lot of things to organize each issue, like planning photo shoots and helping create the latest trends with the stylists. It was pretty awesome, considering it was technically a Japanese magazine. It had gotten really popular in the US a couple years ago, and the job positions paid really well.

And if you hadn’t been so stunned by the beautiful views and so much of a visionary at how you could turn the thirty five hundred square foot apartment into the ultimate living space. Yeah. You had rented the place out, and a few months back you had finally started to feel the weight of all the payments you had to make for both rent and all of the other wonderful bills that you wanted to chuck into a fire rather than pay. Thankfully, the place hadn’t come furnished, and you had decorated the place to your heart’s content before realizing you didn’t have the money to pay it all off.

So, that was why you were irritated, but you couldn’t dwell on it, you had about half an hour before your boss came, and even though your wonderful Aunt was helping you the best she could, you couldn’t help but feel the pull of stress at your shoulders. It was so strong at the moment you felt it pulling you towards the bed, tempting you to lie down and cover yourself up in your (favorite color) coverlets, never to come out again.

However, you sighed unhappily, pulling off the sweater roughly and flinging it onto the floor. You were left in a black tank top and denim shorts, arms crossed over your chest and your hip poked out to the side in a stance that resembled something of a model. You glared into your closet, moving forward every so often rifling through your more ‘elegant’ clothes. You didn’t want anything too extravagant, but something that would definitely make your boss nod in approval.

Why exactly were you doing this? Chances are he wouldn’t even look at you if he saw either of your roommates. It wouldn’t matter if you walked out naked, if he liked what he saw, he would ignore you and try to flirt with them.

It was no secret that your boss was gay, he expressed it openly, and he didn’t care if people didn’t like it.

You smirked, walking forward and finally settling on something, a black dress that stopped about halfway down your thighs, and fit close to you. It had a neckline that came up just to your collarbone that was made entirely of mesh until it came to your chest, then forming a sweetheart neckline. It had long sleeves that were made of the same fabric that made up most of your dress, and had an open back that stopped about midway down, filled with the mesh that was around your collarbone.

You adorned it with small heels, there was no need to wear anything higher than three inches, and the shoes matched perfectly anyway. You fluffed out your hair, undoing the braids you had from the night before, taming your hair into something that looked presentable. You touched up your eyeliner, dabbing at your lips again with the lip-gloss you were currently obsessed with.

Luddy’s POV~

I really didn’t want to do this, but I couldn’t bring myself to sit in my room all night sulking and pretending to be angry at (name). I couldn’t do it. Alfred was in his room, and he had already been dressed for the past hour or so. I had no idea how I was supposed to dress. I knew that I wasn’t going out there dressed like I was now, in my usual black wife-beater and olive green sweatpants.

I sighed, glancing at the wall that was shared with Alfred’s room. It was odd that he was already dressed, because he never did anything until the very last minute. But it was also no secret that Alfred wanted (name) to notice him, even though (name) only looked at him as a friend.

I walked to his room, knocking on the door for a while, getting absolutely no response from the American. He probably had his headphones on, music turned up all the way to a deafening volume.

I turned on my heel, clenching my teeth, why was this so hard?

“You need some help on what to wear, don’t you, honey?” (name)’s aunt drawled from next to me, pulling me from my thoughts with a sudden start.

I smirked slowly, nodding, “Ja, I don’t know why zis is so hard.”

She chuckled, heading towards my room, “Well, honey, I’ll help you, people here are so hard to impress these days, and I have plenty of experience with them.”

My smirk grew wider as I followed the bustling woman. (name)’s aunt had a stereotypical Texas accent that every other country thought all American’s had. It made Ludwig chuckle, hearing the interesting noises that she made, and all of the slang that she threw around, (name) being the only one to actually understand the woman when she was going off in a tirade.

She was pleasant, and I liked her, mostly because she was only helpful, and she was barely ever annoying to the point where I couldn’t stand it.

She helped me, making quick work of matching clothes, putting me in something that didn’t look so bad, even after my initial reaction at the clothes that she picked out.

“Aww, you look really sweet, honey. You definitely look like the handsome man my niece raves on and on about.”

I blushed softly, she talked about me? I was surprised; she didn’t seem like the girl who would be into me, especially considering how stubborn I was sometimes.

She bustled out, a big smile splitting her lips. She was such a pleasant woman.

A while later I heard the doorbell ring, and I stood just outside of my doorway, watching (name) throw open the door to her room, all I could think was how beautiful she looked, hurrying towards the front door without even noticing, shuffling to a stop in her small heels and pushing her hair over her shoulders, before leaning forward and opening the door.

I could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke, “Hey! It’s so good to see you!”

Her boss came forward, placing his hands gingerly on her waist, leaning forward to kiss both of her cheeks.

“Oh, come on in, dinner’s almost ready.”

“Mmm, nice house. I love the whole color thing you have doing. Don’t you have roommates?”

She was silent for a moment, smiling and nodding, “Of course. I’ll go ge-,”

Alfred came out of his room just then while I stood silent in the doorway, he smiled widely at the two, “Hey! Wassup, bro, you must be (name)’s boss, that’ pretty awesome, huh?”

Her boss smiled at him, holding out his hand, Alfred taking it and practically throwing it up and down.

I figured that it was my turn, even though I dreaded this, because I could see the attraction in his eyes towards Alfred.

I stepped just a few feet forward, “Hey.”

(name)’s eyes shot to me, and she smiled slowly before her boss looked at me, smiling even more seductively, “Oh, why hello.”

(name) saved me from replying, catching her boss’s eye and speaking, “This is Alfred and Ludwig, they’re my roommates.” She directed her voice towards us, “This is M. As you could already tell, he’s my boss.”

M smiled at me, “I can tell you’re German. (name) wasn’t there a show we went to in Germany a few months ago?”

“Uhm, there were two.”

“Where?”

“Burlin and Stuttgart.”

“Ahhh. Yes, that was where. You remember everything, don’t you?”

She blushed looking down at the ground, “You’re much too flattering, M.”

“Oh, shush, (name) darling!” He looked at me, “You can’t tell me neither of you would want to absolutely ravish this girl.”

Her face exploded in a red blush, giggling nervously.

“Uhm. Excuse me… Hey, uh, Ludwig, do you mind helping me with something in the kitchen?”

I nodded, following her, passing by her boss, who smelled heavily of vanilla, very heavily.

Your POV~

You stopped in the closed off kitchen, face still red from what M had just said. Leave it to him to embarrass you in front of Ludwig!

You turned and smiled at the German, who was blushing just a little as well,

“Thank you so much.” You said in a hushed voice.

He smiled down at you, “It vas no problem, mein schatz. Alzough his flirting is going to get on my nerves.”

She giggled, “I’ll distract him. Oh, but he will try to impress you, so if he tries to speak German, just smile and nod and think of me or something.”

“Your German is probably much better than his.”

You giggled, batting your eyelashes at him, “Danke.”

He smiled softly, “Gern geschehen, mein schatz.”

You giggled again, stepping forward and hugging him gently, standing on the tips of your toes to kiss his cheek, “I’ll make this up to you, okay?”

The German smiled at you, moving his mouth to press over yours gently, “And I’ll have to tell you how sorry I am later.”

You giggled, kissing him again.

X

It was just about time for M to leave, and you were really exhausted entertaining him.

You had talked about the most recent photo shoot, and the conversation became boring after the first few minutes, you had been over the details so many times you could recite them in your sleep.

That was okay, because you kept sneaking glances at Luddy, who was pretending to be interested, making faces just to make you less bored.

“Alright, darling, I think it’s time for me to leave. I’ll see you on Monday, darling!” He hugged you gently, kissing your cheeks goodbye, waving at your two roommates, who awkwardly waved back.

As soon as the door closed behind M, Alfred started freaking out, “You didn’t tell us he was gay!”

“Sorry…” You looked up at your lashes at Alfred, “I didn’t think he’d try to flirt with you so much…”

Your aunt laughed from the kitchen, gathering up her things and kissing you on the cheek, “I’ll be goin’ now, kay, honey? Sleep well, darlin’. And you two boys have a good night, now!”

They both waved at her kindly, much more happily than from just a few moments ago.

The three of you held a conversation for a few minutes more, until Alfred yawned, feeling as if he would drop dead if he didn’t go back to his room to sleep.

He shut his door lazily, and you could practically hear him falling onto the bed a few seconds later.

That left the two of you, and you shook your head slowly, pulling your hair all the way over one shoulder.

“Have fun?” He asked you, a playful smile on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, “Sure. Until all he wanted to talk about was this week’s shoot, I don’t even think he knows I organize the whole dang thing.”

Ludwig stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms gently around your waist, pulling you to him, “Well. I can tell my faces helped.”

“Of course they did.”

He looked down at you, eyes wandering over your dress, silent before he said, “Du siehst wunderschön aus.”

You blushed slowly, “Thanks… You don’t look so bad yourself.”

He chuckled, “Leave it to your Tante to help me.”

You smiled, “Yeah… She likes helping people.” You leaned into him, closing your eyes.

He ran his fingers gently through your hair, “Are you tired?”

You had a couple of drinks in the past few hours, and you hardly ever drank, so you were a little tipsy, you didn’t even catch the words that came out of your lips until after you murmured them, “Nimm mich.”