Shingeki no Kyojin x Readers

Male!Reader x Sasha: Sweet Cupcake

FYI. I wrote a Male!Reader x Sasha a loooooooooooooooooong time ago. Before this story was popular. However, because of my clumsiness, I accidentally deleted it. Aren't I smashing?

I've been watching waaaay too much Hell's Kitchen. Gordon Ramsay now visits my lovely nightmares.

Enjoy!

Today, your boss had lashed out on you again. For no absolute reason. He came to your office, threw office paper at your face, screamed his ass off and left. Don't get me started on the coffee he spilled on the rug.

This always happened every day. Miraculously, you were still here, working for that fat ass. Maybe your real job was to be his stress ball. Not an accountant. You kept holding the rage in your soul for as long as you could, and what could have been better than to flick your middle finger at your boss whenever he wasn't looking. But Sasha Braus was always there to drag you to eat and keep you smiling.

"Eating has always helped me when I'm depressed!" She would say with a mouth full of food. I.E. Potatoes, she loved them too much.

You always looked forward for after work, waiting patiently for Sasha to make an entrance and finally drag you to possibly a new place to eat. Yesterday was at Wendy's.

But of course, having to eat at new places every day means extra hours at the gym, you forced Sasha to join you, and at midst of all her complaining, she hasn't quit.

Sasha was the only reason why you still looked forward for work. Her smile and her voice was so inviting to live life. Not only that, she's an amazing cook. You easily became the best of friends when you shared a baked potato with her. She even said she loved you!

As a friend....maybe.

You sent each other snap chats whenever you guys weren't together. You went to her house twice every week to experiment on recipes you've found online and watching Hell's Kitchen. Sometimes, you both impersonate your boss and Gordon Ramsay.

"They're so a like!" Sasha giggled.

"Oh hell no, Ramsay is hot and that son of a bitch "boss" looks uglier than a pig!" You said, snapping your fingers left and right.

Sometimes, you sleep at Sasha's house and vice versa. You never had a friend like Sasha since you were in Elementary. And (y/n), that's just sad.

However, every body had their breaking point. One day, your boss had lashed out on you once more. This time, even going as far as trashing your office. You suddenly yelled in frustration, your boss was shocked and left. You were crying now as you threw a table plant to the side. Screaming once more.

You went to the rooftop and stood in the farthest corner of the building, ready to jump. You gazed at the ant sized people with the heavy traffic of the town. The sun was hiding behind heavy gray clouds and all you could do was to cry.

As you were getting ready to jump, you heard a voice. "Go on, if you're really tired of everything. Of me." You didn't have to turn around to see that it was Sasha. You sighed and shook your head.

You heard the footsteps fade away and you sat on the floor, hugging your legs. After a few minutes, you stood up and left, ignoring the rain that started to drizzle.

You walked with your coat hanging on your arm in the middle of people running with a bag on their head or people walking casually with an umbrella. You were wet head to toe. Yet, you still walked.

You soon reached a cafe and sat on the chair outside of the cafe. You stared adamantly at the cars passing by. You took the cup of coffee on the table and drank from it.

"Ugh. It's too sweet, do you want to get a sugar rush or something?" You told the owner, who tsked and snatched the cup away.

"I don't usually share, mind you that. Hell, get your own coffee." Sasha glared.

"You're gonna pay." You told her as you ordered an espresso. Sasha rolled her eyes and took a bite from her muffin.

"You got way too drammatical, Sash." You smirked.

"Well, I was going to say I found a new recipe from Delia Smith. But I knew no matter what I said, you wouldn't jump. Nope, you're just going to have to work with me from now on." Sasha said.

"You quitted? When? What's your new job?" You asked, eyes growing wide.

"Jesus, (y/n). Are you not the accountant? I quitted a month ago! I'm just cleaning my shit in the office!" Sasha laughed, "I'm running a cafe now. And that cafe is the one we're at now."

"No wonder the decoration's shitty..." You mumbled.

"Hey! This is our baby I'm talking about!"

"our baby?" You smirked.

"Well, yeah! I mean, you are my lover, right? Or at least that's what I told my parents and "boss"." Sasha giggled, "well, anyways. You're not allowed to say no. You're going to manage this shit with me, understood, sweetie?"

You laughed for a good while, when you were done, you took Sasha's hand and kissed it, "absolutely, cupcake." You leaned in for a kiss and Sasha was cooperative. Your lips were an inch away, but you had to turn away.

"Achoo!" You sneezed.

"Damn it, (y/n)! Cover your mouth!"

Do you Trainees know what happens to me when I write this kinds of chapters?

I find myself craving for whatever the hell you and the character is eating. 

Requests are still ON HOLD

Until then, be Humanity's Hope, Trainees!

Sylvia-Danchou is out, peace!