Peter/YB X Female Reader //Partners In Crime//

Chapter 12: Slight Obsession

Y/N POV

After Peter finished cooking, he sat down, placing the food on the table. The food looked like it was right out of a fancy restaurant. All organized perfectly and made with fancy spices and stuff.
"Wow. You made this quite... Fancy you could say. Thanks." I said, shocked.
"Of course. Anything for you, darling~" He said, smiling.
"So... Tonight we were planning on going later in the night to look around the club for potential entrances?" I asked, digging into the food.
"Yup. I was thinking we should go around midnight to 2am." He said.
"Aren't those more of the busier hours, though?" I asked.
"Yes. Therefore the front of the building will be busy and a distraction while me and you sneak around to the back." Peter said.
"Ah. Mk. Good idea." I said.
"You said you knew someone who could get us fake ID's, right?" Peter asked.
I nodded.
"But, we'll have to see if they are in the area at the time. We'll go talk to Cobra first. Cobra knows them pretty well." I explained.
"Sounds good." Peter said.
I picked up my glass of water and took a sip.
"I'll call Clementine in a few minutes." I said.
Peter just nodded. We continued to talk and eat, but something still was making me stress out.
"I'll be right back." I said, standing up and walking towards the exit.
"Where are you going?" Peter asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
"Just a smoke break outside. I'll be back in 5." I said, looking over my shoulder at him.
"Oh ok." He said, sighing with relief.
I walked outside and pulled out a box of cigarettes, taking one out and lighting it. I leaned against the brick wall, closing my eyes. Maybe it's the fact I'm working with someone, versus alone this time? I sighed in frustration. Stupid brain!
"ねえY / N！調子はどう？(Hey Y/N! How's it going?)" A familiar voice said.
I looked up and was met with one of my old friends, Heather.
"やあ、ヘザー！それは...まともです。君はどうでしょう？(Oh hey Heather! It's been... Decent. How about you?)" I said, smiling.
"素晴らしい！そして、あなたはまともなとはどういう意味ですか？(Great! And what do you mean by decent?)" She asked, raising a brow.
"まあ。愚かな任務を強調する。(Meh. Stressing over a stupid mission.)" I said, shrugging.
She leaned against the wall next to me.
"君は？ストレス？いつから？(You? Stressed? Since when?)" She asked.
"私は当然知っている。ショッキング。(I know right. Shocking.)" I said, snickering a little.
"Y/N. Who's this?" Peter said, scaring me.
I looked around Heather and saw him standing there, arms folded and looking like a disappointed parent or something.
"A friend of mine. Her name is Heather." I said, frowning at him.
"So you went to talk to you friends?" He asked.
Heather looked confused as hell.
"No I came out here to fucking smoke. She happened to see me and we started conversation. You on the other hand should be up in the apartment, minding your damn buisness." I growled, walking around Heather and over to Peter.
"You are my buisness. You're my fucking partner and I need to make sure that you are safe." He hissed, glaring over at Heather.
"あなたが私を必要とするなら私は行くことができます...彼は...腹を立てているようです。(I can go if ya need me to... He seems... Pissed off.)" Heather said.
"Oh no, Heather. You can stay. Cockbite can fucking leave." I said.
"Make me." Peter snarled.
I grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling his head to mine. I leaned my face closer to his ear.
"You are not my fucking parent. And if you are going to start acting like this, you will go fucking home. I can simply talk to my fucking friends. You get no say in what I do. And if you remember who's in charge, you should surely fucking know where your place is. Got it, Cockbite?" I whispered into his ear.
He didn't respond. He just smirked a little.
"I said, got it?" I growled.
"Mhm." He hummed.
I let him go. I noticed he had a perverted smile and was bright red in the face.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said.
"You~" He purred.
I turned and looked at Heather, who had a look of concern and confusion.
"すみません、ヘザー。私は周りにcyaします。私はこれに対処しなければならない....今角質の雌犬。そして、私はおそらく私の上司に電話する必要があります。さよなら。(Sorry, Heather. I'll cya around. I gotta deal with this.... Horny bitch right now. And I should probably call my boss. Bye.)" I said, grabbing Peter's arm and dragging him back towards the hotel entrance.
"Cya Y / N。楽しむ。(Cya Y/N. Have fun.)" She said, chuckling.

Peter's POV

We made it back to the hotel room. Y/N blew up on me in anger. I only was upset because she'd rather talk about her problems with... Heather... And not me. I think that's what they were talking about at least.
"Are you even listening?!" Y/N yelled.
"Of course, darling." I said, smiling.
"Are you just this obsessed with me?" She asked.
I nodded and she frowned.
"I didn't leave breakfast to go talk to her, Cockbite! I went on a smoke break and she happened to show up. It has nothing to do with you." She said.
"Well how was I supposed to know?" I said.
She sighed and pulled out her phone.
"I'm calling Clementine. Go do something other than stalk me." She muttered, walking into her bathroom.
She slammed the door and locked it. I sighed and decided to clean up in the kitchen.

(Hewo everyone. I got a chapter out... Yay! It's 1am and now I'm going to sleep qwq I hope yall enjoy the chapter. Also consider following me please? It means a lot to me if ya do! Thanks!)

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