#planymphia office au

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If you wanna write Planymphia being useless lesbians I'd be into it 👀

the way I wanted to jump right in and write the smut scenario we talked about today <3 but I won’t at least for the first prompt to this lil au <3

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“Fucking dammit,” Jane huffed, stomping her foot petulantly as if acting like a child would unjam the copier.

“Do you need some help?” A voice came from behind her, one she didn’t recognize.

She rolled her eyes and turned to face the voice’s owner, ready to fire off a snotty remark, but the woman standing there momentarily took her breath away. She was absolutely gorgeous dressed professionally in a bright yellow pantsuit, it was nice to see someone else dressed nicely for once, the rest of her coworkers usually opting to look sloppy in jeans or leggings, besides Dawn who looked like she should work at the preschool down the street in her colorful attire she donned every day.

“I-um-it’s jammed,” she stammered, her accent coming out thick like it always did when she was nervous, a reminder of her Russian upbringing despite leaving the country as a young girl.

The woman smiled, opening up one of the drawers and yanking out a crumpled piece of paper. “That should do it,” she said brightly, a smile on her pretty lips, “I’m Nymphia by the way, I’m new.”

She extended her hand for Jane to shake, which she did, though awkwardly, or so she felt it was. “I’m Jane.”

Nymphia smiled. “Plain Jane,” she giggled, making Jane’s cheeks flush even though usually when anyone made that joke anger simmered under her skin, “it’s nice to meet you. Maybe I’ll see you at happy hour tonight? Everyone’s been so welcoming and I got invited to happy hour already!”

Jane inwardly cringed, annoyance at this beautiful and bubbly woman curling in her stomach. It took Jane at least 6 months of working there to be invited to the coveted happy hour, though people always did tell her she came across rough at times.

“Yeah, I’ll see you there,” she said, pressing her lips together before storming past Nymphia back to her desk.

“Were you a bitch to Amanda again? Did HR finally crack down?” Dawn, nosy as ever, asked after Jane had audibly huffed.

“No,” she rolled her eyes, “the copier was jammed.”

“Was? Why is that a problem if it’s fixed now?”

“Get back to your own work, Dawn,” she snapped only half intentionally.

Dawn only laughed. “Love you too, Janey.”

The rest of the day dragged on, a vision in yellow distracting Jane from her work.

Later that evening, Jane found herself three shots deep and feeling nothing but a buzz, screw her Russian lineage. Though, her new coworker seemed to drink and drink, getting more and more giggly as the night progressed. Everyone took to her like a moth to light. She was effervescent, charismatic and Jane hated that her eyes and attention stayed on her the entire evening. No way Jane could handle a crush like this, crushes led to dating and dating led to other things she didn’t have time for. Or dating led to a broken heart, and no way was she going to do that again. Besides, Nymphia could never like someone like her. Nymphia was everyone’s sunshine and while Jane was confident and loved herself, she simply knew that that just isn’t who she is. Jane was a lot of things, but being someone like Nymphia’s “other half” wasn’t it.

By the time the night ended, Jane found herself alone with Nymphia, the rest of her coworkers calling it a night but Nymphia never seemed to tire, her eyes sparkled as she spoke of her home and her family and friends back in Taiwan. Though, Jane finally had someone else to relate to coming from a different country, she didn’t share the same feelings about her home and her family. That didn’t stop her from listening intently as Nymphia spoke.

“You know, you’re really pretty,” Nymphia said at one point, drunkenly leaning against Jane on the wobbly barstool, making Jane rest her hands on Nymphia’s waist to steady her.

“Thanks, I get that a lot,” she replied dryly, only obviously a joke to her.

“I bet you do,” Nymphia said with a giggle and then sighed, “I suppose I should get home. I’ll see you around Plain Jane.”

Nymphia got up and stumbled a bit, Jane steadying her again. “Are you sure you’re okay? I could walk you home,” Jane offered reluctantly, Nymphia had already mentioned how close to the bar she lived.

“You would? That would be really nice,” Nymphia said with a sweet smile.

They walked in mostly silence, besides Nymphia’s drunk giggles she let out every now and again. She lived only a block away so they got there quickly, Jane couldn’t tell if she was relieved or disappointed.

“Thanks for walking me home, Plain Jane,” she said, winking and blowing a kiss before going inside and leaving Jane to her thoughts, which she pushed away until she was home and in bed, staring at the ceiling and unable to stop replaying every interaction she’d had with Nymphia that day.

She’d known her less than a day and Jane already knew she’d become a huge problem for her.

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I'd love that 🥺

yes thank u for biting I’ve wanted to write more for this ship since the last one I wrote <3

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Jane breathed deeply, smoothing her pink dress before she knocked, a bout of anxiety coursing through her as she twiddled with the skirt, so far from her usual dark attire but she knew the light pink would look pretty next to whatever yellow ensemble her date would don. Coupled with the yellow hair clip she’d stolen from Nymphia the last time she spent the night, Jane felt pretty and lighthearted, but more nervous than she’d ever felt before a date.

Though, the moment Nymphia opened the door to her apartment, she was like a breath of fresh air, knocking the wind from Jane all at once.

“Hi,” Jane said, her thick accent coming through like it always did when she was nervous, thrusting a bouquet of yellow roses into Nymphia’s hands. She cleared her throat. “Sorry, my accent always comes through when I’m anxious.”

Nymphia laughed, making Jane’s heart skip a beat. “Hi, Jane, and yes, I know” she said softly, sniffing the sweet smelling roses and taking Jane’s hand. “You don’t have to be nervous though, this isn’t a normal first date. We’re already girlfriends, who just happened to have not had a real first date.”

The sentiment was simple, but it worked in making Jane’s nerves disappear. She fake gasped, feigning offense. “So those drunken nights where we sat on the floor and ate takeout after fucking for hours weren’t dates to you?”

Nymphia laughed, throwing her head back. “ of course they do, this is just our first date outside of that little routine. You look beautiful, by the way.”

“So do you, a vision in yellow,” she laughed, comfort suddenly blooming in her. This was nothing to be nervous about, it was technically a first date but a first date with Nymphia who was just about as comforting as a soft warm blanket and a cup of hot tea on a cold day.

“Well, you know me, mellow in yellow some might say.”

Jane rolled her eyes lightheartedly. “Are you ready to go? I’ve got a very special day planned for us.”

Setting her flowers on the side table near her front door, she grabbed her things and took Jane’s arm, chattering idly while they walked to Jane’s car.

Nymphia’s easy chatter carried them all the way to their destination, a pretty botanical garden where butterflies fluttered about, landing on the people who walked through.

“Oh Jane,” Nymphia swooned, about to jump out of the car in excitement, “I’ve always wanted to come to a place like this!”

Jane blushed, a light dusting of rose petal pink over her cheeks. “I remember you telling me that a while ago.”

Standing on her tip toes, Nymphia pressed a gentle kiss to Jane’s cheek. “Everyone’s wrong about you, you know? You’re totally not a bitch.”

“Wow, that’s the thanks I get for making your dream date come true? I get it,” Jane chuckled, shaking her head.

“I’m just kidding, I love it. Thank you for taking me here. Should we go?”

Hand in hand, Jane led Nymphia to the entrance of the garden, paying for both of their fees and leading her inside to the paved walking path.

“This really is beautiful,” Nymphia said after a bit of comfortable silence while they walked.

Jane shrugged. “It’s nice, but really, it’s you I can’t stop looking at.”

Just as she said that, a big yellow butterfly landed on Nymphia’s head, fluttering it’s wings like it found a home there.

“Hold still,” Jane said softly, pulling out her phone and snapping several pictures, setting her favorite as her Lock Screen, “there,” she said proudly, showing Nymphia her new background.

“Hey, wait, that’s not fair. Now you’ve gotta let me take one of you!”

As of on queue, a blue butterfly landed on Jane, right on her shoulder.

“Your turn to hold still,” Nymphia giggled, pulling out her phone and repeating what Jane just did, choosing her favorite photo carefully and setting it as her phone’s Lock Screen.

They stayed at the garden as long as they were allowed, watching the sun set from one of the stone benches. Nymphia laid her head on Jane’s shoulder, signing contently. “This has been a perfect day.”

Jane found her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Do you think we could have more of these?”

“I sure hope so,” Nymphia replied whistfully, “you know, someday I want to take you to Taiwan. It’s really beautiful there and I think you’d love it.”

‘Someday’ made Jane feel a bit anxious, briefly worried that there wouldn’t be a ‘someday’ with Nymphia but the look on Nymphia’s face and the gentle way she kissed Jane’s bare shoulder told her otherwise.

“I think I’d really love that.”

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‘is someone sleepy’ with planymphia 🥹

“I have absolutely no idea why you agreed to this,” Jane said under her breath as she shut the front door, leaving her and Nymphia alone with their coworker’s toddler, the little boy babbling and poking Nymphia’s cheek as she held him.

“Oh, stop it, Janey, it’ll be fine! Look, he’s so cute!” Nymphia said happily, holding him out for Jane to see.

Jane looked at the child, his chubby cheeks and wild curls were quite cute but as soon as she reached out to take him from Nymphia, she retracted her hands, imagining that she’d drop him on his head. “He’s cute, but children and I do not mix well.”

Nymphia rolled her eyes. “It’s only a couple hours, we’ll be fine. Here,” she said, handing him off to Jane, who took him awkwardly, holding him away from her body, “take him into the living room and find something for him to watch while I go make us lunch.”

The baby looked at Jane and she looked at him, almost immediately he burst into tears, forcing Jane to pull him closer to her, bouncing him on her hip like she’d seen Nymphia do. “Nymphia! He’s crying!”

“Put on that kid’s show with the dog, Bluey or something!”

Jane huffed, carrying the crying child to the couch and setting him down while he still sobbed. “Okay, okay, don’t cry, it’s gonna be fine,” she promised, assuring herself more than the kid.

She searched through Disney plus until she found the show Nymphia told her about and put it on, sighing when relief when the kid stopped crying and clapped his hands. Flopping back down on the couch, she sighed, though he’d only cried for a minute or two, she was glad it was over. Though, the feeling of anxiety returned when the kid climbed in her lap, Jane freezing.

“Oh look how cute!” Nymphia cooed when she entered the living room with a bowl of microwave Mac and cheese.

“Haha, yeah, so cute. Can you take him now?”

“Be nice,” Nymphia warned, though she had a smile on her face, “here, buddy, let’s sit and eat.”

The toddler whined, clinging onto Jane.

“He likes you.”

Jane sighed, swallowing her discomfort. “Okay, okay, fine, just don’t get any food on me.”

“Babe, I hate to break it to you but if you want to stay clean you’re gonna have to help him.”

The baby looked up at her with big eyes and something ever so slightly tugged on Jane’s heartstrings. “Fine.”

Nymphia watched with a warmth in her chest as Jane fed him.

“See, you are good with kids,” Nymphia said softly once he’d eaten and was resting against Jane’s chest, eyelids growing heavy.

A gentle smile on her face, Jane shrugged. “Maybe he’s not so bad. He is kind of cute,” she said, looking down at him and cooing, “is someone getting sleepy?”

He yawned in response, tucking himself under Jane’s chin before falling asleep. Nymphia switched off the tv and turned her attention toward her girlfriend. “Do you think you’ll ever want kids of your own?”

Feeling a bit taken aback by the question, Jane shrugged again. She never thought much about the possibility. When she first came out, her mother had told her how disappointed she was that Jane would never have any children and until Nymphia, Jane never saw herself settling down enough to think about that anyhow.

“I don’t know,” Jane admitted, lacing her fingers with Nymphia’s, “I used to say never but I also said I’d never fall in love with anyone either, so you never know. What about you?”

“I don’t know either but I don’t think I’d want to have kids with anyone but you.”!

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May I propose to you the idea of either Jane getting jealous over Mirage being all over Nymphia/or Mirage and Nymphia as exes who are strangely good friends afterwards?

Idk if it'd work in any of the Planymphia AUs you currently have, but I was inspired by this post: https://www.tumblr.com/biblewaterzzz/748398423015915520

Idk if you wanted to just discuss or a prompt but I wanna write this as a prompt so thank u for the idea <3 sorry I made this kinda h/c and soft I’m just sad today <3

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Jane watched them from across the bar with a deep ache in her stomach. Nymphia’s hips swayed to the music in tandem with Mirage, who pressed into her, whispering in her ear every now and then and laughing.

Realistically, they looked like a pair of close friends, nothing more, but watching them made Jane start to spiral. She wasn’t sure if whatever she was feeling could be classified as jealousy, but whatever it was, she hated it. She hated the way her stomach turned and tears pricked at her eyes as she imagined Nymphia coming up to her and explaining that she’d be much happier with someone like Mirage. And really, who could blame her? Nymphia deserved someone as positive and lighthearted as she is. Deep down inside, since she and Nymphia started dating, Jane wondered how long it would take for Nymphia to get sick of her pessimism and leave her for someone else.

The downward spiral continued into the night, even after they’d said goodbye to their friends and were walking hand in hand back to Nymphia’s apartment. Jane’s mood had sobered her up while Nymphia swayed happily as they walked, wistfully chatting about how much fun she’d had all night.

“Janey, I wish you would’ve danced with us, we were having so much fun!”

Jane laughed to herself, shaking her head. “Looks like you had plenty of fun with Mirage.”

She hadn’t meant it to come across the way it did, but Jane was never one to come across very softly. Nymphia looked up at her, brows furrowed together. “What do you mean?”

Huffing, Jane shook her head. “Nothing.”

“No,” Nymphia stopped them, grabbing ahold of both of Jane’s hands, “it’s not nothing. What’s the matter?”

Jane felt as if she was about to cry, Nymphia looking up at her so tenderly. “C-can we just get back to the apartment, please?”

“Okay, baby,” Nymphia said with a soft smile, lacing their fingers together as they walked the last block back home.

Once they got back, Nymphia kicked her heels off, Jane following suit, the pit still sitting heavy in her stomach. Nymphia turned to her, grabbing both of her hands and kissing the back of them. Jane felt she didn’t deserve her. “Do you want to talk now or get comfy first?”

Jane shrugged. “I guess now would be okay.”

Nymphia nodded and led her to the couch, curling into her side and resting her head on her shoulder. “Tell me what’s on your mind. What’s making my PJ sad?”

“You were having a lot of fun with Mirage,” Jane said plainly, afraid of letting too much spill out, all her secret insecurities she hid with jokes and jabs and a deluded sense of self confidence.

“I would’ve had more fun of you joined us on the dance floor. Is that what you’re upset about? Are you jealous?”

Feeling her cheeks burn, Jane shrugged again. “I don’t know, I guess?”

If Jane were in a better mood about it, Nymphia might’ve teased her, but Nymphia could tell this wasn’t a playful jealousy, it was one laced with uncertainty and insecurity. “Jane, Mirage is just a friend. You have nothing to worry about with her.”

“Maybe not with her,” Jane whispered under her breath.

“What do you mean? Who else would you have to worry about?”

“Just-just forget it. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Jane should’ve known Nymphia wouldn’t allow her to shut her away, but she was taken off guard when Nymphia gently turned Jane’s face toward hers. “We really should though.”

Sighing, Jane nodded, Nymphia was right. “I worry you’re going to leave me for someone like Mirage. I know you two are just close friends but I watching the way she was touching you and was all over you made me start thinking about how you deserve someone better than me.”

“Better than you? I don’t think there’s anything better than you, though. I want to be with you, no one else.”

“You don’t think I’m a bad person or that I come across too abrasive?”

“I don’t think that at all, I wouldn’t be with you if I thought that and trust me, I want to be with you. I want to be with you all the time.”

“You do?”

“Mmhm,” Nymphia hummed, nuzzling into Jane once more, “all the time.”

If Jane had thought about it some more, she would’ve chosen her next words more carefully but as she laced her fingers with Nymphia’s, she let her heart speak for her. “I love you.”

It was the first time either of them had said it, even though Jane had been thinking it for weeks. For a moment, Nymphia looked taken aback and then her face softened. She leaned over and gently kissed Jane before whispering quietly, “I love you too.”

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either “you’re sure I’m sick?  ‘cause I feel fine” or "aww, you're blushing" with planymphia, please? 🫶🥰 love your writting

Legs tangled together under the sheets, Jane stares at Nymphia, Nymphia staring back, a tenderness in both of their gazes.

Jane runs a hand down the curve of Nymphia’s back, smiling when Nymphia giggles.

“What are you thinking about?” She inquires, reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind Jane’s ear.

“You’re just so beautiful.”

In the post-coital haze, Nymphia was absolutely breathtaking, lips kiss bitten and cherry red with cheeks to match, Jane wished they could stay like this forever.

“Aww, you’re blushing,” Jane cooed when Nymphia’s cheeks went more red and she attempted to hide her smile in the pillow.

Heat crept up Nymphia’s spine. “I’m not.”

“You totally are,” Jane laughed, poking her in the side.

“Am not,” Nymphia replied, poking Jane back.

Jane raised her eyebrows. “Is this war?”

Before Nymphia could have a chance to reply, Jane was straddling her, tickling up and down her sides while she laughed and writhed around underneath her.

“Stop! You’re evil!” Nymphia screamed, laughing until her stomach ached, “stop it!”

Jane laughed alongside her, reveling in Nymphia’s laughter until both of them needed to catch their breath.

“You’re a demon,” Nymphia joked breathlessly.

“But you love me, baby.”

Nymphia smiled and leaned up, pressing a kiss to Jane’s lips. “I do.”

“I love you too,” Jane replied softly, warmth blooming in her chest, “I’m so lucky to have you.”

It wasn’t often Jane was vulnerable like that, but every little bit she’d show to Nymphia made her love Jane even more.

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"it's okay, just breathe" or "Ill stay as long as you need" with planymphia <333

well <3 I tried <3

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“Nymphia! I’m back.” Jane called as she walked casually into Nymphia’s apartment like she lived there, setting down the takeout she’d just picked up.

Nymphia, who Jane had left in bed, was silent. Jane huffed, shaking her head as she padded to the bedroom, sticking her head in and finding Nymphia in a heap underneath the duvet. “Babe? Did you fall asleep?”

Still no answer, Jane tip toed over to the bed, gently lifting the corner of the blanket and peeking underneath. She didn’t find Nymphia asleep like she thought, but she found her crying quietly into her hands.

Concern clouded Jane’s features, eyebrows furrowing together as she kneeled next to the bed. “Nymphia,” she said softly, extending her hand for her to take.

Jane had never been good at comforting people, usually preferring to keep her distance from crying people, but Nymphia brought out a gentleness in her that she didn’t know she had. Seeing Nymphia anything other than happy and content made Jane’s chest ache, but this was the first time she’d seen her cry and immediately Jane knew she wanted to make it stop no matter what.

Never breaking contact, Jane slid into bed beside her, gently moving her head to her lap, stroking her hair while she whispered. “What’s the matter? Did something happen?”

Nymphia shook her head, moving to hide her face in Jane’s abdomen, wanting so badly to disappear into her partner.

“No? Nothing happened? Did I-?”

Shaking her head again, Nymphia cried harder, grabbing onto Jane’s sweatshirt and holding herself there.

“Oh, baby,” Jane cooed, “it’s okay, just breathe, it’ll be okay, whatever is it. We can stay like this as long as you need.”

While Nymphia sobbed, Jane spoke quietly and tenderly to her, rubbing her back and coaching her though breathing until she was calm enough to take a full breath and look up at Jane. Her bloodshot eyes and red cheeks broke Jane’s heart.

“Tell me what’s the matter. Please.”

Nymphia spoke quietly. “I-I’m just a bit in my head.”

Jane hummed, urging her to continue.

“I-I’m not as confident as you might think,” she said, shame washing over her in a red flush over her cheeks, “I just don’t feel-I don’t feel pretty today and-and when you left it just kind of all hit me at once.”

Jane was taken aback, not expecting that response at all, especially after they’d spent all afternoon into the evening alternating between fucking and making love and the thought that preoccupied Jane’s mind the most was how beautiful Nymphia is. If it were up to Jane, Nymphia’s casual little selfies would hang in an art museum.

“Sometimes I just feel so, so ugly,” she continued, making Jane’s stomach churn. It was one thing to not feel pretty, everyone had moments where they don’t feel their best, hell Jane didn’t feel her best in that moment in the sweats she threw on to go pick up dinner, but Nymphia feeling ugly was just unacceptable.

“But, Nymphia, you’re beautiful,” she replied, almost a little dumbfounded over how someone like Nymphia could ever think they weren’t the most beautiful thing in the world. Nymphia wasn’t cocky at all, but Jane would have understood if she was. To Jane, Nymphia was perfect in every way.

“I don’t ever feel that way,” she laughed bitterly, “sometimes I don’t get what you see in me.”

Jane sighed, running a hand through Nymphia’s hair. “You know I’m not the best with words and being vulnerable but I see so much in you. Not only do I think you’re gorgeous, but you’re also kind and funny and you’re the only one to allow me to let my guard down. You’ve softened me.”

Nymphia giggled. “Janey’s going soft on me,” she said, sighing before the smile was wiped off her face, making way for an anxiousness that wasn’t there before, “do you really mean all that?”

“Of course I do. I mean every word and I’ll tell you whenever you need to hear it.”

“Thank you, I still don’t really feel my best, but I feel better.”

Jane smiled. “Can I take care of you tonight?”

“I’d like that.”

“Good,” Jane said, leaning down and kissing Nymphia gently, “stay here and I’ll bring the food in here?”

Nodding, Nymphia scooted from Jane’s lap to let her up, sitting against the headboard while Jane brought the takeout into the bedroom.

“I know eating noodles in bed isn’t the most conventional thing, but there’s something that feels healing about it, don’t you think?” Jane said, settling next to Nymphia.

“As long as we don’t get anything on my nice bedsheets.”

“I won’t,” Jane promised, pulling the takeout container away from Nymphia when she reached for it, “let me.”

Jane twirled a bit of Nymphia’s noodles on a fork and held it to her lips.

“Really? I think I can feed myself,” Nymphia laughed.

Jane shook her head and tutted. “Just let me take care of you, I wanna take care of you.”

“Okay fine,” Nymphia relented with a giggle, letting herself relax into Jane’s doting.

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my job has been stressing me out to no end so… perhaps a plane and nymphia office au prompt where one of them is anxious because of their work? thank you angel 🥰

same bestie same <3

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“Hey,” Jane said, hardly looking up from her computer when Nymphia walked into her cubicle, leaning against the wall.

"Hey," Nymphia replied simply, irritation inching into her voice, making Jane look up.

"What's wrong?"

Nymphia crossed her arms. "Are you really asking me that? Jane, it's Friday."

"It is," Jane trailed off, failing to see what Nymphia seemingly was hinting at.

"Friday, the 3rd."

It hit Jane just then, Friday the 3rd, that meant it was their 3 month anniversary. After dancing around one another and their feelings for so long, they took to celebrating monthly because both were over the moon with the fact that they were now an official item. But Jane had forgotten, so wrapped up in her work this week.

"Oh god," she muttered, tears pricking at her eyes, "I'm so sorry, I forgot about dinner. I've just been so-"

"Stressed?" Nymphia sighed, sitting on the desk next to her, grabbing her hand and squeezing gently.

"That's an understatement," Jane huffed, hiding her face in her hands.

"Hey," Nymphia whispered, gently removing her hands from her face, "Come on, pack up your stuff. We'll go back to mine."

"But dinner-we had reservations."

Nymphia tucked a strand of hair behind Jane's ear. "It's okay. Just let me take care of you. If that's okay?"

"You want to take care of me?"

"Of course I do, why wouldn't I?"

Jane shrugged. "Well, I ruined our date night."

"It's okay, I forgive you, now come on, I'll even let you use my good bath bombs."

Helping Jane pack, Nymphia then led her by the hand to her car so Jane didn’t have to take the train back home.

Nymphia drove in a comfortable silence, content with listening to Jane hum softly to the radio.

Once they were inside her apartment, Nymphoa turned all of her attention toward Jane, yanking her to the bedroom and nudging off her blazer.

“I didn’t know that’s what you meant when you said you wanted to take care of me,” Jane chuckled, but Nymphia noticed the tiredness in her eyes.

“Not at all what I meant, Janey,” she replied, bopping Jane on the nose, “bath first, yeah?”

Jane hummed, nodding her head slowly, imagining the bliss that was to come. Nymphia’s apartment had an impressive bathtub, perfect for soaking for hours.

“Which bath bomb do you want?”

“How about one of the pink ones with the rose petals? It smells so nice.”

“Perfect, let me go start the water and then I’ll help you undress. Stay here.”

As odd as it felt to be doted over like this, Jane felt herself fall into it and relaxing, letting Nymphi strip her of her work outfit in the most tender and loving way possible. Jane had never been undressed in a way other than sexually, but she found herself melting internally as Nymphia unbuttoned each of her buttons on her blouse then slipped it off her shoulders, the rest of her clothes following until she was nude and being guided to the bathroom where the tub was already almost full, warmth emanating from it.

Nymphia dropped the bath bomb in and watched as the water turned pink around it. She lit a few candles and dimmed the lights before she deemed the setting perfect.

“Alright, in you go,” she said, grabbing Jane by the hand and helping her in.

The warm water enveloped Jane in a calm sense of bliss. She sighed as her muscles relaxed and for the first time in a week, her mind thought of something other than work.

Nymphia smiled, admiring Jane as she relaxed. “Alright, Janey, I’m going to go order dinner and tidy up, just yell when you’re done, okay?”

She was about to walk away, but Jane grabbed her hand, pulling her back. “Wait-“

“Did I forget something?”

“I-“ Jane hesitated, “I want you.”

Feeling her heart melt, Nymphia sat on the side of the tub. “You want me to stay with you?”

Jane shook her head. “No, I mean yes, but I want-I want you to get in with me. If you want.”

There was something sweet and vulnerable to her voice that Nymphia couldn’t say no to, even if she wanted to. She stripped herself down to nothing and climbed into the tub, resting against Jane’s chest.

Jane immediately wrapped her arms around Nymphia’s middle, nuzzling her nose in her neck and kissing her there gently. “Thank you,” she whispered into her ear.

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Idk if your requests r open rn but if they r could you pls do "right now the only person you need to help is yourself" with planymphia (i am currently in a era of where im looking through sickfics because i am also sick and suffering and seeing the fics makes me feel better mentally)

I’m sorry I’ve abandoned some of these prompts that I lit rally asked for<3I’m still working on them it’ll just be slow bc my life and my body are both falling apart I fear <3

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“Has anyone seen Nymphia today?” Jane wondered aloud to her coworkers in the break room, at half past 10, Nymphia still hadn’t come to see Jane or pull her away for a secret kiss.

Dawn shrugged, eyes fixated on Amanda pouring coffee across the room. “Shouldn’t you be the one to know that?”

Jane huffed, swallowing down the brief worry that Nymphia no longer wanted to see her, that she’d finally pushed her away and replaced it with the reminder that Nymphia had texted her just this morning with a string of about 100 yellow heart emojis.

“I’m sure she’s in her office,” Dawn offered, “it’s audit season so she’s probably just too busy to come down to your cubicle and ogle you.”

“Says you,” Jane muttered, eyes shifting between Amanda and Dawn.

Dawn rolled her eyes. “Just go check, you’re gonna be bitchy and mopey until you see her and I don’t want you bringing that energy back to our office, capeesh?”

Jane downed the rest of her coffee and tossed the paper cup in the trash before she left the break room, heading down the hall to Nymphia’s office.

She was surprised to find the door shut tightly. Usually, Nymphia always kept it open, never one to turn down impromptu chat sessions with anyone that walked by.

Tentatively, Jane knocked on the door. “Nymphia? Are you in here?”

“Come in,” she heard quietly from the other side.

Jane opened the door and was met in near complete darkness save for the blue light from Nymphia’s computer, lighting up her face.

“Hi Janey,” Nymphia said, trying to hide the way her voice cracked.

“Nymphia.”

“What? I don’t get a ‘hi’ back?”

“Why are you here?” Jane demanded to know, she hadn’t meant to come across so harsh but her protective instincts flared up realizing Nymphia was sick. As she stepped closer to her, heat radiated off of Nymphia and Jane noticed to trash can under Nymphia’s desk was halfway full of tissues.

“I kinda work here,” Nymphia laughed, trying to play it cool.

“You know what I meant. You’re clearly sick, baby.” Jane said, softening; worry tugging at her.

Nymphia felt no use in lying about it, Jane already gathered enough evidence to debunk any excuse she might’ve had. “I’m planning on leaving once all these reports are done.”

Jane shook her head. “Nope, we’re leaving now and I’m gonna take care of you.”

“Jane, c’mon, it’ll only be a few more hours,” she whined, followed by a coughing fit.

“You’ll never get better if you keep pushing yourself,” Jane said matter of factly, taking a seat on the edge of Nymphia’s desk and pressing her hand into Nymphia’s forehead, “you’re burning up.”

“Okay, I’ll go,” Nymphia relented, “but you don’t need to take care of me. I don’t want to get you sick.”

Tucking a strand of hair behind Nymphia’s ear, Jane said tenderly, “Right now, the only person you need to help is yourself. Don’t worry about me, just let me take care of you.”

Nymphia sighed. “Okay, fine.”

Jane smiled and kissed the top of Nymphia’s head, letting her soothing touch linger for a moment. “Good, now let’s go. I’ll take you home and make you some soup.”

Packing up Nymphia’s things, Jane led Nymphia out to her car, hand out waiting for the keys. If it were any other day, Nymphia would’ve never allowed Jane behind the wheel, but with the way her head pounded, she handed over the keys.

They drove home in a comforting silence, Jane gently rubbing her thumb across the back of Nymphia’s too warm hand until Jane was pulling into Nymphia’s apartment complex and helping her up to her apartment, letting go when Nymphia was safely curled up on the couch.

“You get some rest, baby, I’m gonna make you some soup.”

Nymphia shook her head, reaching for Jane. “Not hungry,” she mumbled, “I want-“

“What is it? Do you need something to drink?”

“No, cuddle? Please?”

Jane smiled softly, pulling her feet up and tucking Nymphia against her side, unable to deny her girl anything. “I guess soup can wait. Still get some rest though.”

Nymphia rested her head on Jane’s shoulder, sighing contently. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Always,” Jane replied softly.

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If you are still taking prompts, would you do “Can I touch you? Is that ok?” for planymphia office au ☺️🙈

I think this particular prompt was supposed to be like hurt/comfort vibes but …well <3

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Nymphia breathed heavily, looking Jane in the eyes as her chest heaved from the kisses they shared. Perhaps their office supply closet wasn’t the best place to be kissing, but Nymphia needed it, as did Jane apparently as Nymphia hardly even had to say anything before Jane was dragging her in here by the wrist.

Jane pressed herself into Nymphia, hands running up and down her sides, feeling every curve and every angle of her over her dress. She seemed hesitant almost to go further, even though she spent her lunch break every day for the last week on her knees feasting on Nymphia in this very closet instead of whatever boring salad she’d packed for lunch. Though, suddenly Nymphia got an idea. She gently pushed Jane away, rolling her eyes playfully at the way Jane pouted.

“Can I touch you now? Is that okay?”

Jane nearly moaned at the though. “Yes, please.”

Nymphia smirked, lowering herself to her knees while never once breaking eye contact with Jane, who surprisingly submitted easily, it hadn’t quite come out yet but with someone like Jane, headstrong and overly confident, Nymphia thought there might be some submission in her when it came to the bedroom. There usually was with people like that.

“Good girl,” Nymphia tried, giggling internally at the way Jane melted underneath her fingertips, “I’m gonna unbutton your pants, okay?”

She did just that, shimmying them down Jane’s thighs followed by her lacy panties that were hardly there anyway.

“Pretty,” Nymphia whispered of her view. She could hardly see Jane’s face over her chest, but the sight of that was one to behold anyway.

“Please, we don’t have a lot of time,” Jane all but whined.

If they’d had more time, Nymphia would’ve made fun of her for whining like that, but time was not on their side today, so she got to work, using her fingers to part Jane and lick into her, tongue focused on her clit.

Turns out, Nymphia was a godsend when it came to eating pussy, she was so gentle yet precise when it came to her movements. It felt as though she’d hardly moved at all and yet Jane would feel a jolt of electricity shoot down her spine. At one point, Jane had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep herself from moaning too loud.

Nymphia continued until Jane was teetering close to the edge, so close, closer and closer and then she abruptly stopped.

“Well,” Nymphia said, standing up to her full height and checking her watch, “looks like lunch break is over. Guess we’ll have to finish later.”

“Later? But I need-“

“Shh,” Nymphia whispered, “come over to mine tonight and I’ll make it worth it, I promise.”

A deep flush on her cheeks, Jane nodded. “Okay.”

“Good girl,” Nymphia said again, blowing her a kiss and slipping out of the closet, leaving Jane to collect herself.

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♡ "can I borrow your sweater? it smells like you" for any of your Planymphia AUs...

This is not the exact quote but u get the idea <3 also this is for that lil office au I had for them if any1 remembers that ik it’s been a hot minute

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“Hello?” Nymphia answered the phone without even checking the caller ID.

“Nymphia,” Jane replied in a gentle breath, Nymphia’s cheeks flushing red.

“Hi, Jane.”

“Mirage, Dawn, and Amanda all texted me saying you were sad today.”

Nymphia snorted. “Amanda texted you? Has hell frozen over?”

Huffing, Jane shook her head and pressed the FaceTime icon, waiting patiently until Nymphia let it go through. Immediately upon seeing Nymphia red eyed and curled up in bed at barely 7:30, Jane knew their coworkers were right.

“You are sad,” Jane frowned, “whats the matter?”

“Nothing, I’m fine, I promise.”

Jane could tell from even a thousand miles away where she was shipped off to work at another office for 5 months, Nymphia was radiating sadness, and it made Jane’s chest ache longingly. She’d never been to feel other’s pain like that, but with Nymphia it was so different; Jane ached to hold her and promise her everything would be okay.

“Baby, I don’t think-“ Jane paused, squinting her eyes a little as Nymphia shifted in bed, “are you wearing my hoodie?”

Nymphia’s cheeks flushed and she nodded. “It smells like you, is that okay?”

“Wait, baby, are you sad because you miss me?”

With that, the dam broke and Nymphia’s slightly wobbly lip turned into full of hiccuping cries. “I-I m-miss you s-so much, I don’t know how I can take this for another 4 and a half months! It’s only been two weeks and all I want to do is cry! I sat at your desk my entire lunch break today just because I miss you so much!”

“Nymphia, I asked if you were okay with this switch,” Jane replied, guilt twisting in her belly.

“I know,” Nymphia sniffled, “I thought I was. I didn’t know I’d miss you this much.”

Nymphia looked away for a moment, biting her lip anxiously. “Do you miss me?”

“Of course I do. I miss you so much.”

“You do? I thought I was being dramatic.”

Jane shook her head. “You’re not, I miss you too. I’m just not good at showing my emotions,” she chuckled bitterly.

“I’m glad you feel the same way.”

“How about we take turns flying out on the weekends? I know it’s a lot of money and time but-“

“I’ll book my flight now,” Nymphia said before Jane even got to finish, “I’ll do anything for you.”

Jane smiled to herself. “I’d do anything for you too.”

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"dance with me" x office au! planymphia, please? 🥺

Let’s just pretend it’s Christmastime <33

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“This is so fucking stupid,” Jane rolled her eyes, swirling her brightly colored cocktail in her glass, “who wants to go to an office Christmas party?”

“Apparently you since you’re here,” Morphine shrugged, “and the rest of the company.”

It was true, almost the entire office had showed up to the party except the one Jane wanted to see the most. She would’ve taken off the stupid ugly sweater she was forced to wear and headed home as soon as the clock struck 5 had she known Nymphia wasn’t gonna be there.

“Whatever, I’m getting drunk,” Jane scoffed, downing the rest of her drink and filling up her cup again.

For a while she mingled, making annoying small talk with people she’d rather not make small talk with until Nymphia seemingly came out of nowhere. She stuck out like a sore thumb in her pale yellow sweater dress while everyone else donned ugly Christmas sweaters but no one seemed to mind. She was such an effervescent beacon of light that what she was wearing was the last thing people thought about when interacting with her.

Not wanting to seem like she was actively looking for her, Jane lingered in the back until Nymphia caught her eye and blushed, winking before making her way over to Jane.

“There’s my PJ,” Nymphia chirped, subtly reaching down and squeezing Jane’s hand.

“Shhh, someone might hear you. I told you that you’re the only one allowed to call me that,” Jane replied softly, a tone only Nymphia could really bring out of her.

Nymphia giggled. “Then you’ll tell them to never call you that again and they’ll listen because everyone’s scared of you, except maybe Morphine.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m the office bitch,” she laughed, taking a drink of her cocktail, sipping away her nerves, “so, um, what brings you here?”

Jane kicked herself at how awkward she sounded. Flirting clearly wasn’t her strong suit.

“Well, I work here too,” Nymphia said, “I just had a meeting run late so that’s why I’m late, but I’m here now.”

“Good, I’m glad. I, um, I’m glad you’re here.”

Nymphia opened her mouth to reply, but was distracted by the song that started to play. “Ohhh this is my favorite Christmas song! Dance with me!”

“No, no,” Jane shook her head, thinking how she’d rather die than dance in front of her coworkers, “I don’t dance like that..”

Nymphia pouted, pulling out her puppy dog eyes that so far had worked every time on Jane. “Pretty please, PJ.”

Jane found it difficult to resist, especially as Nymphia jutted out her bottom lip childishly.

“Fine,” she huffed, feigning being annoyed.

Much to her chagrin, Nymphia pulled them to the middle of the room where a few other people danced, though they were the only couple. Rumors had been flying for weeks, so everyone stopped and stared for a moment at the two of them.

Nymphia grabbed Jane’s hand and led her in a gentle sway.

“They’re watching,” Jane said anxiously, through clenched teeth.

“Let them.”

Their coworkers watched, whispering to one another and failing miserably at any form of subtlety. Halfway through the song, Jane stopped caring and all she noticed was Nymphia.

When the song was over, Nymphia didn’t say a word before yanking Jane down the hallway, pulling her to her office and stopping at the doorway.

“Do you notice anything?” She asked, a smirk on her face.

Jane took in her surroundings, finding nothing really out of place. She shrugged. “I don’t think so.”

“Look up,” Nymphia instructed gently.

Up above them, Jane found a sprig of mistletoe hung above the doorway.

“I lied about a late meeting, I was busy hanging this up and trying to come up with a plan to get you to-“

Jane rolled her eyes affectionately, cutting Nymphia off with a kiss.

“Your plan would’ve worked regardless of what it was,” she said when they pulled apart, “you also could’ve just asked for a kiss.”

Nymphia kissed her again, resting their foreheads together. “What’s the fun in that?”

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I fully believe in my heart of hearts that office AU Planymphia would be the fastest ones to get engaged and marry compared to the other Planymphia AUs

I think tbh they may be the only ones to get married <3 mafia au planymphia are in love but can’t get married unfortunately so that leaves the office worker girlies the only ones in love and married 😌