Author's Note: Originally, I wanted to name the assistant Sarah, but in the end I decided it would be better with a nameless assistant, so it can be Malcolm x Reader. Some of the Malcolm Tucker (Peter Capaldi) fans may appreciate it. I hope you like it! :)

This is the first story I have ever written.

And now you can enjoy the story. :)

Edit: I've rewritten some parts to make them sound better. :)

Swear Words and Coffee

Chapter 1 (Intro)

Each morning I woke up with him on my mind and pain in my heart.

Well, each morning I woke up with him on my mind' is a bit overdone because this statement may give the impression that I slept like a baby at home every night, which wasn't true. The thing is; I was busy. But yes, when I did sleep, I woke up with him on my mind.

He was always on my mind. And so was the pain in my heart.

I was the assistant of a powerful man. Tucker was his name. Malcolm Tucker. He was the Director of Communications for the government. He was 46 years old, Scottish, taller than me, quite aggressive and feared - he shouted a lot and swore 24/7. And yes, people did actually fear him. I didn't blame them… However, he'd always been polite to me and that made me feel very privileged.

I've done lots different stuff for him - got him coffee, carried his stuff – bag and documents, so he had free hands to wave around heatedly when he gave someone a bollocking. Sometimes I thought he would even hit someone, but he never did that. He wasn't a brute and preferred mental bullying. I also reminded him of things he had to do (at whom he had to shout etc.), distracted others when I was ordered to do so… I just did whatever he wanted me to do.

He was the man on my mind, and he pain in my heart because I knew we would never be a thing. We probably wouldn't go together. He was 46 and I was 25. And the way he behaved, talked… I didn't even know him that much. Besides, did he even get lonely? Did he fancy me? I really couldn't read him. The only thing I could really tell was that he loved his job. He seemed to be full of energy at work all the time. Sometimes he was even really happy and smiled brightly which made me happy too. He worked all the time, did everything for his party - at day and night.

And I was almost always around. Lucky me.

I don't even know how I became his assistant. There was no selection procedure or something like that. I was just a secretary at DoSAC and one day he stormed into our office, swore at some guy and wanted coffee, so I went to get it, thinking it would calm him down a bit.

Very soon, I couldn't take my eyes off him when he was around. Every day I hoped that he would come to our office. He seemed really attractive to me. He was powerful, the alpha-male… I wondered if was like that in private too.

Always when he came to us, I brought him coffee of my own free will. I just wanted him to notice me, look at me for those 5 seconds and hear his 'thanks' when I handed him the drink. I wanted to see him more often but I didn't know how to do it. And I'm not that kind of person who inflicts herself on someone. (Even if I had done that he'd probably tell me to fuck off.)

However, one day he asked me if I could deliver a message to Hugh, who wasn't in the building at that time. He stood so close to me that I shivered, he whispered in a deadly tone and his hot breath was embracing my ear. Malcolm really stressed that this message was just for Hugh. My mind was filled with happiness as if someone had just told that I was going on holiday.

Luckily for me, this wasn't just a one-time thing. He started asking me to deliver messages (little threats), documents and to get him coffee more and more often until he offered me to be his assistant. He probably sensed that I'm loyal, keep things to myself, don't do gossip… I was so pleased and I genuinely couldn't believe it.

When I finally became his assistant, he used to send me home early despite him working non-stop. Soon I realised that this wasn't what I wanted. I felt so empty without him. I just couldn't stand it. I wanted to be around, help him… even if it just meant to get him coffee, tangerines or whatever he desired at 11pm.

One day he sent me home in the evening. I didn't want to disoblige, so I just did as he said. When I was at the main door I stopped – I just didn't want to go. I went back to his office. I was worried that he would shout at me, but I needn't to. He never shouted at me and I took much pride in that. It made me think he liked me. However, you could never tell what he really thought…

He shouted at me only when he wanted me to come to him - when I was in another room or somewhere else but with him.

"Did you forget something?" he asked, doing his paperwork when I came back.

"Uh…No…Not really," I stuttered. His eyes looked up at me from behind his glasses, in which he looked truly gorgeous.

I continued, "I just wondered if you need any help…with… anything."

"No," he smirked. "Go home and have some fucking sleep, darling."

"Well… And if I'd like to stay here with you?" I asked shyly, feeling really stupid.

He cocked an eyebrow.

Damn

"Ye're fucking impossible," he smiled. He seemed to be in a good mood, which was great. It made me happy when I could see him like that.

"You can stay here if you want, I won't fucking kick ye outta the window but don't ye want to go back to your flat and have a rest?"

"Well, my flat is in the suburb of London, anyway, so it would take quite a while to get there and –"

He cut me off, "you just want to stay, right?"

"Uhm, yep," I blushed.

He let out a little laugh, shook his head and continued his work.

"Once you're here, you can get me some fucking coffee, then."

"My pleasure, Malcolm."

"Thanks, darling," he said with a smile, "I'm glad you're here with me. You make the stay in this fucking asylum really more pleasant."

"And vice versa," I replied joyfully.

He bit his lower lip and smiled in amusement. As soon as I was out of his office and behind the corner where he couldn't see me, I beamed brightly like an idiot.

That kind of nights started to happen more often. Not returning home, coffee, a little chat, me sometimes falling asleep in his office. Even he fell sometimes asleep while he was working. Well, rarely. When he did, it was my greatest pleasure to wake him up.

Becoming his assistant was the best thing that had ever happened to me although it had sometimes hurt - Very, very much. I was madly in love with him and I couldn't tell him. I just didn't dare. I could destroy everything by telling him and I couldn't put that to risk.

He seemed to like me, he trusted me, he wasn't rude to me… and it's Malcolm Tucker whom I talk about. I couldn't have asked for more.

We've made quite the team.