Pedro Pascal+characters oneshots

Maxwell Lord-Sweet Boy

You're working for Maxwell and you sort of devopled a bit of a crush on him after a while.

Unbeknownst to you, Maxwell also has a crush on you, too. He decides to take a shot one evening and asks you out for dinner. Mostly fluff and sweetness and some awkward flirting lol.

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You've been working for Maxwell Lord for about seven months now. Hard to believe it's been that long already!

Sometimes without realizing it, his silly catchphrase comes to you and you find yourself mouthing it quietly under your breath.

Life is good, but it can be better! Oh, gosh! It's so corny that you can't even...

Okay, you tell yourself. You need to calm down before Maxwell comes along and starts teasing you again.

Ugh. He's always teasing you! But... well, you don't mind it too much. At least Max doesn't know about your... secret crush on him.

Just thinking about it makes you want to scream. Whoa. Calm down, you order yourself.

You turn your attention back to work, hoping that Max will come along soon so that you can see his cute, little face and smile.

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"Oh, Y/N!" Yikes! You know that voice anywhere. It's... Maxwell! Augghh! Inwardly, you shriek, but manage to keep your facial expression professional as Maxwell strides over to you.

He's wearing that god awful powder blue suit with the white stripes. Geez! You'd think the man had nothing else to wear.

Whoops! Maybe he doesn't have anything else to wear. You duck your head, feeling like a jerk. You feel Maxwell's hand on your shoulders and look up, certain that your face is bright red.

But Maxwell just smiles charmingly at you and you nearly pass out. Ooh, why does he have to be so darn cute? It's not fair.

You smile, too, until you realize that you've been staring at him, just smiling and you think maybe Max said something that you missed.

"Oh! Um, yes, Mr. Lord?" Geez! Your voice sounds like you just swallowed helium, it's so damn high.

"I was just wondering if maybe you'd like to come out to dinner with me this evening?" Huh?

You aren't hearing this right. Did you fall asleep at your desk and you're dreaming?

Max is staring intently at you, waiting for an answer. Go. Out. To. Dinner. With. Your. Boss. That you have a huge crush on?

Yeah, that's definitely not a recipe for disaster. Maxwell smiles again and oh, man, you almost fall out of your chair.

"If you don't want to...."

"Yes!" You exclaim. "I'd love to!"

Maxwell smiles again.

"Perfecto. I will come back up to collect you after work."

You nod, feeling like one of those bobblehead dolls. Once Maxwell is out of sight, you let out an excited, little squeal of delight.

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This. Is. Awkward. It appears that neither you or Max can think of much to say to each other.

You frantically wrack your brain, trying to think of something interesting to say, without sounding like a dork.

"This is... nice. The restaurant, I mean. It's very... nice." Maxwell smiles, but it looks forced and uncomfortable.

What were you thinking? You silently scream at yourself. This was a terrible idea!

"I, uh, have a confession to make." Maxwell looks so uncomfortable that you can feel it radiating off of him and you can't stop yourself from squirming in your seat.

"Yes?"

"I've had a bit of a.... crush on you for weeks now." Maxwell's cheeks darken pink and immediately you reach across the table, taking his hand.

"Me too. Had a crush on you, I mean." Maxwell laughs, his face full of relief. You chuckle, too, and give his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Really?" Maxwell asks, giving you a squeeze back. You smile, wishing he would... hold you.

Yes. That would be great. To be snuggled up against him, his strong arms around you, making you feel safe and happy.

"Yeah. But you're my... boss. I didn't want to do anything stupid and risk losing my job. Or....being around... you."

"Don't worry," Maxwell says softly. He gives your hand another gentle squeeze.

"I want you with me." You grin.

"Cool."

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Dinner goes much better after you talk about stuff. Maxwell can be kind of corny, but he's sweet, too, and his charm is infectious.

Every time he grins, which is often, those cute dimples make you weak in the knees and you nearly pass out.

You suddenly wonder what it would be like if, say, Maxwell were to maybe... kiss you? Oh, my. You'd pass out for sure!

After you finish dessert, some strawberry cheesecake, yum, Max wants to know if you would like to take a little walk before he takes you home.

"Aren't you tired?" You ask. It's nearly nine o'clock at night. You know you're exhausted, although you certainly wouldn't mind a few extra minutes with Max.

"A little. But I think a quiet, stroll would be okay. Do you want to? Or are you too tired?"

"I'd love to take a quick walk with you, Maxwell." He grins again and holds your hand.

Oh, man! How many times have you fantasized about something like this? Just you and Maxwell, walking hand in hand, along the nearly deserted city streets, alone.

It was nice. It was amazing. It was fabulous. It was perfect.

"Max?"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"I don't want to sound too forward, but well, could you kiss me?" Maxwell stops walking and gently takes you by the waist, pulling you closer and giving you a gentle kiss.

OH MY GOD! WHAT IS THIS?? You nearly pass out from Maxwell's kiss. Maxwell Lord just kissed you! You feel like shouting it to the whole city!

"How was that, my dear?"

"Oh, Maxwell." You put your forehead against his. Your heart is beating crazily against your ribcage and you fear it might burst out.

"That was incredible."

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Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Maxwell walks you up to your apartment door.

You unlock the door, asking if he'd like to come in for a moment. Maxwell shakes his head.

"If I come in, I'm afraid I might not want to leave." Maxwell leans closer to you and gives you a gentle kiss.

You smile as you touch his cheek for a minute. You gaze into his dark eyes and feel yourself melting.

"Good night, my Maxwell. I'll see you in the morning."

Another quick kiss.

"Yes, my sweet. Good night."