PAIRING stewy hosseini x roy!reader
PROMPT “why are you ignoring me?”
SUMMARY whenever stewy is at the office, he always stops by to say hello. but recently he has been walking right past you without saying a word. you’ve had enough.
TAGS @chaithetics @lukas-matsson @violentdelightsandviolentends
WARNINGS brief mention of drugs, fluff
NOTES my first time ever writing an actual one shot! please go easy on me lol. if you would like to be added to my taglist please let me know! enjoy my loves 🩷
While you were the youngest Roy sibling, you still had an important role at Waystar Royco. You went into the office every day just like your brothers, Kendall and Roman. Your father had been grooming the three of you to be in the business for as long as you can remember. You were always more interested in the family business than your sister so you, Kendall, and Roman were the ones who were always in the office. You did a lot of what they did, go to board meetings, meet with investors and board members, organize offers on your father’s behalf, et cetera. Most of the board members would rather deal with you than your brothers and you took that seriously. So, when Stewy Hosseini suddenly ended up on Waystar’s board, your job got even more complicated.
You had known Stewy as long as he had known Kendall. They met in their first year of college, but you only met him in person when you were eighteen and they were twenty-three. As soon as you met him you were enamored. Not only was he one of the most attractive people you had ever seen, but he was also passionate and motivated, which were traits you looked for in relationships. You became good friends over the years, you knew he was always in your corner and vice versa. You crushed on him from afar, planning on never letting anyone know of your feelings. One, he was older than you, and two, he was Kendall’s best friend. He could only ever see you as Ken’s baby sister… right?
Fast forward to the present, Stewy was in the office more and more. You saw each other if there was a board meeting and always found time to talk. If he was visiting Ken, he would always stop by your office or find out where you were just to say hi. Always. Even if he just saw you the day before. He would end up staying for at least an hour because you both get caught up talking to one another. You always had great conversations with each other even if you didn’t always have similar interests. One day he was walking around with Roman at the office. To get to Roman’s office, they would have to pass yours. You saw them coming and anticipated Stewy, at least, smiling or waving. They just walked right past and entered Roman’s office. He’ll probably stop by after, you think and resume your work. After a while you heard him leave Roman’s office and you smiled to yourself, thinking he would stop in. He did not. He walked out of Roman’s office and walked directly to the elevators, intent on leaving. You frowned to yourself. Did he not see you? Or is he just busy? There is a board meeting tomorrow so you could talk then.
Stewy walked into the meeting right as they were about to start, so you didn’t get to talk beforehand. You tend to linger after the meetings anyway in case any of the members need you for something. At the end of the meeting, Frank did pull you aside to mention something. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Stewy leaving the meeting room. Sometimes he’ll leave and just go wait in your office, so you assume that’s what he’s doing now. You smile to yourself and then turn back to Frank. When you’re finished with your conversation, you head back to your office. You start racking your brain for things you have been meaning to tell him with a smile growing on your face only to walk past your office and find it empty. You halt and look around quizzically. You stop by your assistant’s desk, which is right outside your office, and ask her if anybody stopped by.
“Uh no, not just now,” she answers.
“Oh,” you reply. “Really?”
“Uh huh… Is everything okay? Are you looking for someone?” she asks as you look around the office.
“Uh… no. No, everything’s fine,” you flash her your signature “all good” smile and scurry on back to your office, leaving your assistant confused. She is used to your frantic-ness, so she watches you enter your office and then resumes her work. You plop down on the couch in your office with a sigh. Two days in a row? Is he really THAT busy? No way. Is he avoiding me? What did I do? You shake yourself out of your thoughts because you have work to do. You decide to wait it out and see what happens within the week.
He had been to the office twice more during that week and avoided you completely. You were fed up. What the hell did I do? Why is he being such a dick? You call him on Friday evening, and he doesn’t pick up. No way he is THAT busy. Fucking ass. Fine, if he wants to play that game, I can play that game! You in fact did not want to play that game but he started it. Yes, you’re aware that is childish, but your anger is blinding you and you’re feeling petty. The weekend passes and nothing else happens. There’s a board meeting on Monday and you decide to confront him afterwards. You were going to force him to talk to you afterwards. He can’t avoid you forever, right?
Though he can try. Once again, he timed his entrance to the meeting so he wouldn’t have to speak to anyone beforehand. He sits down silently, across the wide table from you, like always. He can feel your eyes on him, but he doesn’t look at you. At least not until you’ve scoffed under your breath and turned away from him. You don’t notice his eyes on you amidst your frustration towards him. You focus on Frank and Gerri and their agenda for today’s meeting. You even take notes while Stewy, unbeknownst to you, watches you. More like admires you, really. He’s in awe of you. He is sometimes perplexed on how a person like you can exist in a world as fucked up as yours. He knows it’s changed him, but it never seems to affect you. It overwhelms him, especially since he’s been seeing you in person regularly. Whenever there were stints of time in between your interactions, he could push the thoughts back, pretend they aren’t there. But as your encounters have become more frequent, so have his thoughts about you. He always thought of you, ever since you met. He would read a book or watch a movie and think she would like that, or she would hate that. He keeps a mental checklist of things he knows you like and whenever he sees anything pertaining to that thing, he thinks of you and smiles. He used to think that was special to your friendship. He didn’t have many female friends before you, so he had never experienced this before. It took him a while to realize that people don’t think about their friends that way. He doesn’t want to think of these feelings right now out of fear it’ll overwhelm him. He’s afraid to even open his mouth around you and have everything spew out. So, he avoids you. He knows it’s not right or smart but it’s the only thing he can think of doing right now without ruining everything. As soon as the meeting is adjourned, he’s out of his chair and heading for the door. You immediately move to follow him, ignoring the looks from Frank and the others as you do. You try to catch up to him as quickly and quietly as you can. When you finally catch up to him, you grab him by the arm and pull him into your office without saying a word.
“What the hell?” He turns to look at you. You don’t bother to answer and instead launch into the rant you had been practicing all morning.
“Did you get a new phone number?” You ask innocently.
“No?” He replies, confused as to why you’re asking.
“And your phone is working?” You continue.
“And you’ve seen me in my office, right? You’re not going blind?”
“No, I am not going blind,” he sighs.
“No, why the hell are you asking me-”
“So, you don’t have any good reason to be avoiding me then?” You finish. He doesn’t reply. You raise your eyebrows as if to say well?
“I haven’t been avoiding you-”
“Save it, Hosseini,” you cut him off immediately. You were tired of playing this game. “Are you mad at me or something?”
“No, why would I be mad at you?”
“I don’t know, I’ve been wracking my brain and I can’t think of anything. What the hell is going on? You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks without a good reason? Seriously? What the fuck?!” You’re starting to get frustrated at this point. You told yourself you would try to remain calm but when he’s looking at you like you're crazy, it’s a bit off-putting. He still hasn’t given you much of a response. You throw your hands in the air and turn away from him. He sighs and puts his hands on his hips.
“You want to know the truth?” he asks softly, causing you to face him again. You nod your head. Another sign comes from him, and he looks at the floor. “Because you drive me fucking insane,” he laughs under his breath. At first, you're not sure you heard him correctly.
“What?” You have never been more confused. “I don’t... What are you talking about, what did I do?”
“It’s not anything you did,” he says, eyes still on the ground. “It’s just you.”
Your forehead creases in confusion. “Okay... Then what-”
“I’ve been avoiding you because I’m afraid I’ll say something I’ll regret,” he exhales. He’s looking at you now, almost sad. You don’t understand.
“Like what? What could you possibly say to me that could be so bad?” You’re exasperated. “You just said I drive you fucking nuts, what am I supposed to fucking do with that?!” You’re shaking your head and starting to pace. He’s upset you; he worded things wrong. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he says, pointing between the two of you.
You turn to face him and breathe out a laugh, “You were doing just fine a week ago!” You stop pacing and look him dead in the eyes. “What the hell changed?”
“Nothing!” he says. He’s exasperated, too. “I just…”
He looks at you, trying to figure out how to word the next part. What he says now will affect your relationship from now on. There’s no going back.
“I don’t know how else to say it so I’m just going to... say it...” he begins. He takes a deep breath and briefly closes his eyes.
“Do you remember when we met?” he asks. You blink a few times, what does that have to do with-
“I saw you in the house before Kendall told me who you were. I thought you were beautiful. I mean I still do but... that first time I saw you? I was head over heels already. And then I found out who you were and immediately shut those feelings down. Ken’s baby sister? No way, he would kill me, your dad would kill me, it couldn’t happen. But then I got to know you... and God I was fucking...” he lets out a deep breath.
“You have no idea the effect you have on people, Y/N. How important you are to people. To me.”
“You’re important to me, too,” you whisper. He smiles and closes his eyes, that thing he does when he genuinely takes what you’re saying to heart. He knows that but it’s still nice to hear.
You’re afraid he’s going to end the conversation there. You take a step towards him and gently say his name, “Stewy-”
Before you can even think of something else to say, he says, “I’m in love with you.”
Now it’s your turn to take a deep breath. He takes that as a sign to continue. “I should have told you sooner but I... I didn’t realize what I was feeling, but I know now. It’s love. I love you, Y/N. I think I always have. You don’t have to say anything or feel the same way, but I owed you an explanation. And an apology. I’m so sorry for everything, especially for making you feel like you did something wrong. You didn’t, you’re... You’re perfect. I’m the asshole.”
When he’s finished, you stare at him for a bit with your mouth open. You then start to shake your head in disbelief.
“You’re an idiot,” you finally say.
“Probably,” he replies. “For what?”
“I have loved you since the minute I laid eyes on you,” you tell him. His stance shifts and he is trying to process what you’re saying. “I just kept it to myself because I always assumed you only saw me as Ken’s annoying little sister.”
“Well, no, that’s Shiv,” he says causing you to laugh. Your laugh makes him smile. “But don’t tell her I said that because she's scarier than you.” You laugh harder.
“God are we really this stupid?” he asks while laughing.
“Speak for yourself, I know what I feel,” you reply. He’s smiling at you and begins to nod.
“You’re right. I’m an idiot.”
You smile at him. “Yeah, well...”
He’s shaking his head in disbelief. “Wait do you really... I mean is this... real? Is this really happening?”
“What did you think would happen?” you ask him.
“Honestly?” You nod. “I thought you would slap me and tell me to fuck off.” That pulls another laugh from you. Eventually he joins in.
“This is real,” you say. “At least, it is for me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. And believe me, I have tried.”
He smiles, “I know. Me either. I mean, you’re it for me. I think I’ve always known that, but I just hadn't accepted it until recently.”
You nod. He takes a step closer to you and takes one of your hands in his. “So... what now?”
“We should probably talk about what all this means, at some point.” He nods in agreement and takes your other hand. “Um, we’ll have to decide if we want people to know... Because that could be tricky business wise. And we’ll have to tell Kendall and my dad, at some point. I don’t think they’re going to be happy but, whatever. We’ll have to inform the board, Sandy, and Sandi, talk to HR-”
“You’re overthinking again.”
“Don’t apologize, it is one of the many things I love about you.” He’s practically beaming as he says this which causes you in turn to beam at him. You move closer so his hands are on your waist and yours are on his shoulders. You look at him.
“Say it again,” you whisper. “Please?”
He doesn’t even need to ask what you mean. He tightens his hold on you and looks into your eyes.
Your face hurts from smiling. He smiles back at you.
“I love you, too,” you tell him, and he breaks out the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him.
You’re both still beaming at each other when he gently rests his forehead on yours and takes a deep breath.
After a beat he asks, “Can I... can I kiss you?”
“You better,” you tell him, and he tips his head back to laugh. He looks at you and brings a hand to cup your cheek. He searches your eyes for any hesitation and slowly leans in. He gently presses his lips to yours and somehow, it’s even better than either of you had ever imagined. After a moment you break apart and you giggle. He smiles and moves back in to kiss you, his hand firmer on your face. You both can’t stop smiling. You keep the kiss relatively short and tame. When you break apart again, he has your face in both hands and your arms are under his.
“Can I take you to dinner tonight so we can talk?” he asks you.
Before he can even finish the question, you are saying yes.
“Yes. I would love that,” you tell him.
“Okay. I’ll pick you up at seven?”
“Good,” he’s smiling and leaning back in to kiss you when there is suddenly a knock on the door causing you both to freeze. You can’t see who it is from your position, so you untangle yourself from Stewy and go over to open the door. He sighs as your warmth leaves him. You open the door to your brother, Roman, looking a little pissed. You open the door just wide enough to where he can’t see Stewy in your office.
“It’s noon,” he says cutting you off.
He widens his eyes and then it hits you, you were supposed to meet your brothers for lunch at noon.
“Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see the time,” you tell him.
“Are you still coming or what cause I will go without you if I have to,” he says, talking one hundred miles a minute.
“Uh,” you quickly look back at Stewy to gauge his reaction. He is shaking his head no. You turn back to your brother, “Actually, can we rain check? I accidentally double booked my lunch today and-”
Roman waves you off, “Yeah, yeah, fine, whatever. Oh, have you seen Hosseini around?”
“Uh not since the meeting,” you lie, which you’re not very good at. You’re grateful it’s Rome asking you and not Kendall because he could read you like a book. Rome would rather use his energy elsewhere, like kissing up to dad.
“Okay, let me know if you see him,” Rome adds. “I wanted to ask him if he knows any coke dealers in Prague.” And with that, he turned around and left. You are trying to process what your brother just said about cocaine when you feel the door being pushed closed from behind you. Stewy pressed a hand above your head on the door to close it. You turn to face him, and he has a devilish grin on his face. His free hand snakes around your waist and he asks, “Now, where were we?” before sealing his lips to yours again.
