Strictly Professional ~ Onceler x fem reader fanfic

~CHPTR 24 all caught up~

You finally got back to Greenville, dropping your mom off at Izzy's house.

"When will I see you then?" She asked.

"I don't know mom, as far as the press knows, you don't exist. It was risky even giving you a ride."

"Well, call Izzy if you want to stop by. I miss how we used to be."

"Yeah, petty thieves"

"Oh whatever" With that, she hugged you tightly.

"I'm so proud of you Y/N. So proud" You hugged her back, allowing yourself to grow with joy at the maternal love you hadn't felt in so long.

"All right, I best be off. Izzy's giving me angry looks through the window." You laughed.

"I love you daughter, I hope I can see you soon". With that, she walked into the house. Leaving you standing there with flushed cheeks.

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Who were you with? Onceler had gone out for a few drinks to clear his mind, or cloud it. He stared out the storefront window, noticing a particularly heartfelt scene opposite the bar. He then noticed details of the scene: Two women hugging, same haircolor, one was older than the other. A pink vintage car parked outside the house. Y/N?

At a closer glance, it was definitely you. He observed as you got back into your car, wiping your eyes and driving off. Who was that woman? Why did you look so similar?

It hit Onceler like a ton of bricks. It must be her mom! Why hadn't you spoke about her before? He decided he would go to your house. Before he could call you, his phone lit up with your name. You beat him to it.

"Once, I'm in need of a pickmeup. Come to mine?"

"Well well Y/N. You tried some now you can't get enough"

"Oh be quiet, you coming or what?"

"Yeah yeah, I'll be there in 20"

"Alright, Oh! I'm gonna make dinner you want some?"

"Sure. I'm expecting great things Y/N"

"See ya soon" Onceler hung up. He would ask you about your mom tonight.

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You heard a knock on the door, finishing up the vegetables you were chopping before letting him in.

"Bonjour, smells good in here"

"Oh yeah, I'm making pasta. Family recipe"

He took a seat at the kitchen diner, leaning on his hands observing you. You turned back around, starting on the sauce.

"I didn't know you could cook."

"Quite well actually. My dad used to own a restaurant when I was growing up, before he went. Yano"

"Bankrupt?"

"Yeah, you could say that" You chuckled, leaving the sauce to simmer.

"It was more of a , taking money from the business to buy alcohol, typa situation."

"I see. Well if it makes you feel any better, my dad left us when I was like 6. Left us for some younger woman"

"That sucks. Haven't heard from him since?"

"Nah, probably for the better to be fair"

"Yeah-"

You began getting nervous, you didn't want to talk about family anymore in fear that it would lead to question about your mother.

"Want a glass of wine?"

"Sure" You poured two glasses of white wine out, passing one to once.

"To good health and business!" You clinked the glasses together as once made his toast. You began serving up the pasta, topping it in garnish.

"Try it then" Onceler took a bite, his eyes widened savouring the taste.

"Y/N, this is fucking delicious!" He laughed as he took another bite, moaning at the taste.

"There better be more"

"Of course"

As you both dug into your food, you gave each other knowing glances.

"That was amazing Y/N, though I do see something more tasty sitting opposite me " He smirked, with that, he ran to your bedroom. You followed after him.

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"That was nice" You said, leaning into Oncelers arm. He didn't reply, staring at the ceiling in thought.

"Hows your mother then?" He blurted out, you shot out of bed, eyes wide in shock.

"What did you just say?" He sat up, slowly turning towards you to meet your eyes.

"I said, hows your mom" He repeated himself, you were speechless.

"I uh, I don't have a mom" Lying was the best way out of this.

"Ah ok then. How's the identical, slighlty older looking woman you were hugging earlier?" He said it like even he was shocked at his nerve.

"How did you- are you following me?"

"Why would I follow you? Something I need to know?"

"You need to leave, this has gotten out of hand. Get your shit and go"

"Tell me who she is"

"Get out."

"Not before you tell me about-"

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT" You screamed at him, his face changed from cocky to fearful in a moments time. He slowly got up, avoiding your deadly stare. He paused at your bedroom doorway, about to say something.

"Don't you fucking think about it. From now on, this is strictly professional, you hear me?! Don't come back!"

He nodded, walking off and slamming the door as he left. This was a clusterfuck.