Wait Which Universe? (Madcom + TMC Oneshots)

N x Female!Reader [Rainy Days.]

You raised an eyebrow before shrugging and walking into your closet and locking the door behind you. You dressed in a suit or a dress depending on what you'd like. It was a black suit/dress with (F/C) accents.

You walk back out and readjust the outfit a bit before turning your gaze towards N. He was staring at you intently, seemingly analyzing your dress/suit before saying, "You look gorgeous." You turned your head away, slightly flustered at the compliment, before saying, "Thank you." He simply nods at you as you start to go back downstairs with the alternate trailing you.

You kept a weary eye on him as you pulled out your umbrella and put on some black (insert shoe options. My suggestion is heels, boots, or flats lol.). N continued to follow you out to your car and you opened the car door for him and waited.

"It would've been more courteous if I opened the door for you."

"Well I beat you to it I suppose."

You shrugged. He seemed slightly upset about not being able to act 'gentleman' like. His reaction reminded you of one of your friends, Cesar Torres. Though you couldn't imagine the tall alternate in a suit his personality seemingly made up for it. You closed the door and opened your own, making yourself comfortable and turning on the air. As you waited for the AC to turn on you pulled up the place where you worked, a small casino.

(If you're wondering (Y/N) has no idea that Cesar is also an alternate lol. Alternate Cesar took up a job at the casino you work at to try and keep an eye on you since he'd gotten way too attached to you, so there will be some alternate drama in a minute or two.)

Of course, you didn't run tables or games. No, no, you're not charismatic enough for that. Instead you worked at the bar counter inside.

Your mind drifted to the fact that you had to somehow get N into the casino, or he'd have to figure that out himself. From your shallow knowledge of him he probably could figure out how to get into your workspace if he got into your home. From what you heard the casino was busy today, busier than usual at least. It kind of made you nervous, but you've worked there for long enough to know that there shouldn't be anything to worry about.

That's what you thought, at least. Or hoped. Thought or hoped.

Finally you arrived and parked in the 'employee parking space'. You locked your sleek black Mercedes and, once again, helped N out of the car and under your umbrella. "I should really be doing this myself." "Not on my watch."

You watched as he suddenly started...squishing? He deflated himself a slight bit before rubbing the blackness of his face and neck down his shirt and somewhere onto his chest. "Okay. Do I look presentable?" "Yeah. Just not...exactly...casino wise." He thought for a moment before saying, "I'll go find something to wear. You can go work I guess." "Yeah. I'll be at the bar section working with a coworker."

He raised an eyebrow at the mention of your coworker but you moved into the casino and shook your umbrella off. The security waved at you with a smile and you waved back, walking into the employee area to drop off your umbrella so that nobody stole it.

Anyway, your (choice of shoes) clicks/thumps against the floor as you walk behind the counter.

Cesar smiled mischievously at you before saying, "Ah, amor, you're finally here?" (He sounds like an actual human btw.) "Don't even start. I'm too worried to drive fast in the rain and I had company over." His smile dropped at that comment. You knew that he knew it was somebody he definitely didn't know since...Mark is kind of dead right now. You ignored the look he gave you to start pouring drinks for customers.

It was a nice shift so far, especially with the electro-swing music playing in the background. Cesar tended to move closer to you when you both weren't pouring drinks. You brushed it off as some sort of protectiveness over you, especially since a lot of the patrons were giving you their numbers.