Axel / Lea x Reader One Shots (Requests Open)

Workaholic

Friday nights were meant to go out. Friday nights were meant to be with friends and have fun. Friday nights were meant to relax and forget the stresses of the previous hectic week.

Friday nights were....not meant for work.

But here you were, cooped up in your tiny bedroom vigorously typing away on your laptop. Ever since you were promoted to assistant editor at the Twilight Times, your workload went from writing two articles per week to four. Not to mention you had to proofread and edit every other article that came your way from all the other journalists. The Twilight Times was a daily weekday paper, so most of your nights were spent working late in the office trying to meet the 6:00pm deadline for all articles to be submitted for the next day's printing. It was a boatload of work to say the least, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it.

It was pretty rare that you had to work after hours on Friday nights. In fact, you had no intention of working late at all tonight, that was until your boss asked you to re-write your piece on the new tram system being implemented in the town again. 'Minor edits', he had said, but knowing him he would just pick apart everything no matter what you wrote. You had to forfeit your plans for the evening to make sure the article was ready for Sunday evening's deadline, which meant re-reading and re-writing the entire piece until you knew it would be to his satisfaction. And as if that weren't enough, one of your co-workers handed in a late assignment for you to look over. Juuuust great.

The idea of spending another late night at the office was dreadful, so you took your things home with you, poured yourself a large glass of wine, and went straight to work. At some point, Axel brought over a plate of food for you, which you picked on for the better part of an hour before it grew too cold to eat. Minutes turned into hours, your brain moving a thousand miles a second as your eyes darted from sentence to sentence, picking out all the typos and grammatical errors you spotted.

"Anyone home?" Axel's voice broke your concentration, a hand waving in front of your face.

"Huh? What?"

"I called to you twice," he laughed. "Coming to bed?"

"Bed?" Looking at the wall clock above you, you realized it was already well past midnight. When did that happen? "Uhm, yeah, after I finish finalizing this article," you said, turning your head back to focus on the screen in front of you.

"You've been at it for hours, [Y/N]. How are you even functioning right now?"

You raised your glass of wine up above your head in response, continuing to type with your other hand. Axel shook his head and flopped on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a disgruntled look painted on his face. All week long he had been looking forward to spending Friday night together, and even that had to be pushed aside. He knew your job was important, and he was incredibly proud of you, but at the same time he didn't want work to take over your life. Enough was enough.

Climbing out of bed, Axel walked up again behind you and pulled the back of the chair away from you, sending you flying backwards in a frenzy.

"Hey! Axel! What're you—?"

"You've worked long enough today, [Y/N]." Axel grabbed you around the waist and started pulling you away from your laptop, only to have you grab the desk in protest to fight him off. "You—need—to—rest!" He tugged at your waist with each word he spoke, which only made you tighten your grip on the desk.

"Axel! If I don't finish this tonight then I have to work on it all day Sunday! I just want to get this over with so I don't have to think about it until the deadline," you whined.

"Nope! You're not winning this one, missy! I say you've used your brain enough for one day!"

Axel tugged on you once more until your grip finally slipped away from the desk. He hoisted you over his shoulder and carried you over to the bed, plopping you on to the soft sheets.

Standing over you, he flashed a devious grin before pouncing on top, playfully wrestling and poking your sides, making you squeal with laughter. When his antics subsided, you curled up against his chest, gazing into his mesmerizing green eyes. Axel's fingers ran through your hair gently, sleep now starting to overcome you both.

"I'll make it up to you for canceling our plans tonight," you whispered.

Axel hummed, too sleepy to open his eyes again. "Really now? 'Cause I got a thing or two in mind..."

You shook your head and laughed at your saucy boyfriend. "First thing tomorrow, I promise."

"It's a date." Kissing your forehead softly, Axel wrapped his arms tightly around you before falling sound asleep.