#'go to your ro- office and think of your mistakes'

[ndostairlyrium]

La Giusy said "follow your dreams"

[angelltheninth]

Can I request headcanons about how Arcane Steb, Vander, Jayce, Viktor, Silco, and Ekko would react to his female s/o wearing his clothes please?

One of the most cute and domestic things ever. And one of my favorite things ro write.

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Steb x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, domestic bliss, kissing, blushing, sharing clothes, teasing, public display of affection, being flustered, size difference

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A/N: If I ever got into a relationship I would 100% be the clothes stealer. That is not a threat, that is a promise. Please enjoy, comment, reblog, all that good stuff!

Viktor never thought his clothes was worth stealing honestly, he dresses pretty plainly and academically, so when he saw you taking one of his vests he was a little surprised. Very surprised actually, so much so that he commened on that being his, he thought you might have grabbed the wrong one in your groggy, tired state in the morning. As soon as he saw the teasing smirk as you pulled and buttoned his vest up he realized it wasn't a mistake. The most obvious blush was plastered all over his face as you walked into the lab, hand in hand, but you actually feel rather proud of yourself.

Jayce gets biggest, warmest smile dawns on his face when he sees you wearing one of his shirts to bed. It reaches past your thighs, it hangs off your shoulders, the sleeves are too long for you, it looks baggy on your frame. He pulls you in and runs his hands across your soft, supple thighs, tapping against the bite and kiss marks he knows he left there the night before and is clearly proud of and if you wear his clothes to bed every night he will be adding to those marks. When you try to remove his shirt he stops you, actually you should sleep in it from now it, you look very cozy and very cute wearing his shirt.

Ekko doesn't comment on it at first, he waits for you to bring it up but it's been going on for weeks now. Every time his smile gets bigger, he shakes his head when he sees you trying to be sneaky about it because you really can't pretend you're not stealing his shirts or overalls. And yet you do, you act like you don't know that he knows so when he slips his hands into the back pockets and pulls you in for a kiss you can act like you never saw that coming. There's a reason he never commented on you wearing his clothes, he thinks it looks too good on you to ever think about complaining about it.

Vander gives a lot of his clothes to his kids and them taking his clothes is normal for him but he never expected that you would also take one of his shirts. You took one of his favorite ones too, one that he wore quite often and everyone knew it as his shirt. So when you walked out and did your job while wearing it everyone turned to him and grinned knowingly, they all know that you're his girlfriend, he would never hide that but he never thought you'd flaunt it in front of everyone. When he gets a different shirt that becomes his new favorite, and you will not take that one, you can match, like a couple.

Silco sees you wearing his signature coat and his first instinct is to tell you to give it back but then he notices that it doesn't look too bad on you, and if he could he would let you have it. Unfortunately that is his absolute favorite coat, his signature coat, so he can't really let you have it. But he can let you wear it when on ocassion, or he will put it over your shoulders on colder nights when the two of you walk to his place from his office, but you really should ask before you take his stuff. He's had to many stuff vanish because of Jinx, he doesn't want his girlfriend, someday his wife, enabling her further.

Steb immediately turns around to get a better look at you when you walk by him wearing his shirt and his pants, while looking all sleepy. He pulls you towards him and kisses your cheek, making you smile and tugging on the shirt you're wearing, then on the waistband of the pants. Don't get him wrong, you look great in his clothes, but at the same time you can't expect him to go to work and be able to think about anything except for how cute you look in his clothes, this will get in the way of his focus today for sure. Maybe he will be able to focus better if you give him a few more kisses, so he can think about those instead.

[thesecond-if]

MORE RO ASKS BC IM OBSESSED BUT U CAN IGNORE THIS IF UR TOO BUSY how would the RO's deal w someone who is also interested in the MC and is courting them LMAO

Oh no no no, you think I’d ignore this?

✝️ Father Isaac Rowe

The stranger touches your hand when they laugh.

Isaac sees it from across the room. The way you tilt your head. The way they lean in.

He doesn’t speak at first. He watches. Then, later, in the quiet of the chapel, when you’re alone:

“Are they… important to you?”

He doesn’t look at you when he says it. He’s kneeling like always, back straight, collar tight, hands clasped like prayer will keep him from feeling what he feels.

You move closer, and he flinches, not from you. From himself.

“You’re allowed to want things,” he says softly, “but I need to know if I should start asking for forgiveness now.”

🎙️ Silas Wren

He’s watching.

From across the bar, from behind the mic, through his phone—he’s watching them flirt with you, and you’re smiling. You laugh. You touch their arm.

By the time you’re alone again, he’s spiraling.

“You like them?” His voice is low, biting around the edges. “Is that what this is now? Cute stranger makes you forget who’s been here this whole damn time?”

You call his name. He laughs—bitter, shaking.

“I’d kill for you.”

You say you know. He says, “Then why don’t you act like it?”

🕯️ Sister Mercy

She doesn’t flinch when the other suitor touches your lower back.

She smiles.

Later that night, you find a small figurine on your pillow, an exact replica of the suitor’s face, carved in wax. Its eyes are missing. Its mouth is stitched shut.

Mercy leans against the doorframe, tilting her head.

“They won’t pursue you again. They’ve seen enough.”

You ask her what she means.

She smiles wider.

“I showed them what happens to those who covet what is His.”

You ask if she means Him. She steps closer.

“No,” she says, cupping your face. “I mean mine.”

🧠 Dr. Elaine Marrow

You tell her, maybe teasingly, that someone asked you out.

She goes silent.

The next morning, that person’s name is redacted from every file in the shared system. Their appointment mysteriously disappears. Their number is blocked from the office phone.

You confront her. She doesn’t deny it.

“They were a variable,” she says flatly. “I removed it.”

You ask her if she’s jealous.

“No,” she replies, voice cool. “I’m territorial.”

You start to walk away. She stops you with a hand on your wrist.

“You’re allowed to explore,” she murmurs. “But if you come back to me, I’ll make sure you never want to leave again.”

🚬 Detective Jonah Redd

You’re both at some event. You’re laughing with someone, and Jonah’s standing just a little too still.

He doesn’t interfere. Doesn’t speak. Just watches.

Later, when you’re both alone, he lights a cigarette with shaking hands.

“Didn’t realize I was in a competition,” he mutters.

You tell him you weren’t choosing anyone.

“Didn’t say you were,” he says. “But it sure looked easy, letting someone else in.”

You go to touch him, and he catches your hand gently, eyes tired.

“I’ve been trying to take my time with you,” he murmurs, “but you tell me if that’s a mistake.”

👁️ The Second (HIM)

The suitor does not survive the night.

No one sees it happen. There’s no evidence. Only you, waking to find a gift on your pillow, an item the suitor wore, stained with something dark.

He appears behind you, voice warm as breath:

“Do not entertain insects.”

You ask if He did something.

“They reached for what belongs to Me. I gave them understanding.”

You should be afraid. But His fingers brush your throat, and you lean back into Him.

“Would you like Me to show you what I do to things I want to keep?”

You say yes. You don’t know what it means. But you say yes.

[coffeesleep-ooc]

pos canon bingqiu that die and lost most of their memories, except they transmigrate into the settings of Hua Cheng and Yin Yu

idk, i have many thoughts and little time, will def add to this

I donothave more time but i do brainrot. Im thinking, in this au, LQG or YQY could be QYZ

like, YQY would forgive everything and still keep looking for SQQ…but also mixed feelings anout it bc this SQQ is technically SY!SQQ!YY so…unless we apply the SY is SJ au here i feel guilty ;-;

i wa leaning more towards a LQG that arrived there when hr was looking for SQQ in his universe, and unlocked his memories when they ascended to godhood! But the tragedy of them is that, every time he tried to get close, YY|SQQ brushed him off, until everything exploded with the incident we all know about (when YY exploded at the worst possible time and ended ipcast away from heaven yes we know about that haha), LQG, just like QYZ, would be shocked but would know that those hurtful things he said and almost did are not his actual wishes or intentions, and that he is horrified of what he did. YY and SQQ both have the flight reaction to their own mistakes, and they pujish themselves for it.

also SQQ with a cursed shackle, living around with the weight of hurting his best friend and favorite shidi…meeting a kind ghost king that gives him work…and over time SQQ starts appreciating his new life, and starts ro admire this person that has worked so amazingly hard to build this city. And well, he is also devilishly handsome and open and affectionate with him and they end up entangled!

as for LBH|HC backstory? In this au he would pray to the defunct god of kindness Shen Qingqiu, who disappeared with his husband many years ago… he would be thankful to this au’s XL! Im thinking that it could be NYY reincarnated who has a soft spot for him bc she remembers bit can’t tell him(? God laws?? Idk), but anyways, he would find himself praying to SQQ over and over again and receiving barely a hint of a response, maybe a ‘????’ Or a ‘sleepy’ or something like that, like a broken phone connection. He survives to solve the puzzle of this, and creates this city in case his god is dead and a lost soul!

the problem is that LQG|QYZ, artives in ghost ciry and wants to take LBH’s moon officer back to heaven??? Hell no???? Either back off this cute obedient subordinate is mine, or stay here to make a trio, your choice martial god!

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Or alternatively!

LBH is Yin Yu. And SQQ is HC! ofc they don’t quite have a shizun-disciple relationship but also, SQQ being the kind of ghost king that just drifts through afterlife without even know why and repressing the hell out of his half-formed memories, only to find himself drawn to a pair of cute little mortal disciples that work very hard and are insufferable to each other! He really wants to mediate bc they are so! So!!! To each other!!!

Hc that BingLiu show all of their feelings fighting

SQQ is also there, smiling when they ascend. And LBH locks eyes with him in the crowd for a segond qnd then SQQ is gone, LBH tries to go back but never finds him.

And when HC!SQQ finds one of them lost and wandering the human realm after their ascension he takes the guy in, he is so depressed that SQQ cooks him and pats him and clothes him.

LBH falls in love. Even if the food is disgusting.

And again, QYZ!LQG regains his memories after godhood and searches for his wayward shixiong/shizhi (and isn’t that weird for him? Well, he doesn’t actually care) and finds SQQ in the process…

[ra-con-teur]

How did teru meet serizawa and how does the meeting between teru and mob go? Is it pretty much the same as Canon? Also are there any more swapped roles? Pls yap more abt these sillies🙏

Serizawa was really close to leaving his business behind. There wasn't much income flow and it felt pointless leading up to when Teruki walked into his office.

The kid had an air of pride and Serizawa was ready ro turn him down, being that he never enjoyed reading the cards for children. He believe that kids should go througg life unaware and make their mistakes genuinely to grow.

Yet, just as Serizawa went to protest this child barging in and sitting across from him, he was became suddenly hesitant upon hearing the words:

"When does my life get better."

"Excuse me?"

"I've got all these amazing things going for me. I've got a million friends, girls think I'm cute, and I'm an esper like you, an amazing one. Probably the best in the world."

"I'm sorry- I don't really understand your problem, young sir-"

"But not of it's real. It's a gimmick. My friends don't care, they just like looking cool. Same with all the girls. I'm just a trend. So when does it get better? When do I genuinely enjoy all of this? When do people like me for me?"

Serizawa didn't have the heart to turn the kid down, and they've been working to both grow as people ever since. He knew the kids pride was the problem so he helped him to grow humble and in turn Teruki made Serizawa realize he doesn't have to live in such fear of change.

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Mob is a nobody, disrespected by plenty, bullied often. He's kind of like the ragdoll of the secondary school gangs. No White-T Poison here. Mob's too scared to even use his powers.

So when he gets hit enough times and causes accidents Teruki's the first to hear that someone might equate to his power level. Though, thanks to Serizawa, he bitterly realizes it's best not to fight someone just for the fun of it.

Him and Mob never would've met if he didn't overhear the poor kid getting dragged on in a school court yard. Teruki got swept up the air of power and took the opportunity to pass on the wisdom given to him.

There wasn't so much of a fight, more of "It's okay to be scared, so long as you don't hide who you are from yourself. You just can't get ego about it, 'kay?"

Him and Kageyama meet weekly to discuss different ways to level out their power and grow together. He's like a social advocate and the shoulder Mob didn't get to lean on till now.

Mob keeps him humble, though.

Serizawa's never been more proud.

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As for other roles, we haven't figured many others out! But we're open to ideas!!

[succubratty]

Between the lines:

Part I

CW: fart kink story

Okay, I never thought this could happen, and specially not on the place I work, so where do I begin?

My name is Rose, my teammates from work call me Ro, I’m a graphic designer in a big boring corporate company, don’t plan to be humble here, I’m good at what I do, I’ve been recommended several times from various departments directors to be art director, thing is chaos has always been my comfort zone, and that has led to other directors to hate me too, so I’m kinda stuck trying to climb this corporate ladder. 

At 28, I’m the kind of person who thrives on spontaneity—bold colors, big ideas, and a desk that looks like a tornado hit it. That’s me. Honestly I don’t feel the urge to climb, I know eventually I will, it's just a matter of time, but too much responsibility overwhelms me. So, when I got assigned to work with Elena, I wasn’t exactly thrilled.

She’s everything I’m not—calm, composed, and impossibly organized. At 35, she’s one of the company chief editors, a master at crafting the perfect message and connecting with people like she’s known them forever. Her campaigns are thoughtful and polished, every word chosen with care, and she hates my guts, because In a few occasions I’ve designed things completely opposite to the things she was proposing, and the bosses liked it. 

It wasn't my intention, she’s amazing at communicating stuff, but I came up with a better and faster way to make the same thing through my designs, It was super impulsive, and It was just a proposal didn't think the CEO would like it so much, I apologized to her, but I think I made things worse.

I had a brief meeting with Millie, head of the design department and my direct boss, —You can’t fuck this up Ro, get along with her, she asked for you, she’s going to be your direct boss for this project, I cannot defend you this time, If you can go through this I’ll recommend you to be an art director, we're making a new team In a new area, can’t give you the details now, promise me you’ll pull this through.— I mean, I couldn’t say no.

When I got out of Millie’s office, I ran so fast to the bathroom, god my stomach was killing me! I was recently diagnosed with IBS and everything started to have so much sense, It was a bummer really I’m lactose intolerant since I was a child, and adding another tummy illness to the list was so upsetting, I’m very careful with what I eat and that helps me a lot, but sometimes when I’m this nervous, I just built and built gas.

Good thing for me, Is that I found a single bathroom In a very far, far away compound of offices in the same floor, they were renovating them, and It hasn’t been in use for almost a year, that bathroom, Is heaven, I can be the loudest and break wind in peace, especially when having these IBS crisis.

While farting my life out, I was thinking how am I going to work with Elena, I don’t know really, "I’m going to just to show myself at her office and expect the worse I guess" I thought to myself.

I was coming out of the bathroom when I hear her behind me —Good it was you Rose, I wouldn’t mistake that high bun mixed with that casual unpolished style of yours.— I could sense the poisonous tone in her voice.

When I turned back to answer she was very close, she’s so tall like almost 5’7 the fact that she’s wearing those high heels doesn’t help either, and I’m just 5’ I felt so minuscule in front of her, I’m not gonna lie, she’s stunning, her makeup is on point, and her entire office outfit made her look like a supermodel. 

—You’ve waited me here the whole time?— I said nervously, I was more embarrassed than anything, I was hoping she didn’t hear me. 

—I was expecting to find you at Millie’s, but you already left, that’s when I saw the pins of your buns so yup, kinda did, I didn’t know this compound of offices even existed, this building is huge.—

—Yeah, it is.—  I said, laughing nervously.

—Yeah whatever, I guess I’m going to be your boss for this project, so would you like to accompany to my office please?—

She’s so bossy, and she treats me like a little kid, I felt like some kind of child that needed to be constantly supervised, I hate that feeling. So we started working.

At first, we clashed hard. She’d raise an eyebrow at my wild ideas, and I’d roll my eyes at her endless need for “structure.” But somewhere between our arguments over fonts and her insistence on “strategic storytelling,” I started noticing the little things.

Like the way her voice softened when she talked about the audience she was writing for. Or the way her eyes lit up when she found just the right word. And then there was her laugh—rare, but warm enough to melt my resolve every single time.

But she ended up things so abruptly she was compelled to be passive-aggressive with me, I guess she wanted revenge for the hard time I gave her in the past, and she was being hurtful, especially saying things about my appearance and infantilizing me, and I was so tired of that, It was our third day late in the afternoon, and she started a huge fight because she didn’t like the layout I made for a design.

—Oh, give me a break, Rose. You think everyone’s so in love with your little ideas because you’ve got that quirky, artsy vibe going on? Please. People only listen to you because you act like some wide-eyed genius who stumbled in with all the answers. That high bun, those oversized sweaters—it's like you're trying to play the part of the plucky underdog, but it’s all just... a gimmick.—

—A gimmick? That’s what you think this is?— I asked her, upset and kinda sad, really.

—I don’t know, maybe if you didn’t look like a teenager who raided a thrift store, people wouldn’t fawn over you like you’re some prodigy. It’s exhausting, honestly.— 

She said this with that sarcastic tone I hate, at that point, I was just angry.

—Exhausting? You know what’s exhausting, Elena? Listening to someone who can’t handle the fact that I’m good at what I do. This isn’t a gimmick—it’s me. Maybe you should stop trying so hard to pretend I’m the problem and assume you make a huge, ridiculous effort to infantilize me when you only want to hide the fact that the only one acting like a vengeful eight-year-old is you!—

I said this crying, I finally made her shut up, her reaction in her face, she didn’t know how to answer back, I fucked things up, It was time to say goodbye to that recommendation for being an art director, then it hit me, I wasn’t only crying for her hurtful words, my IBS, my tummy it hurt like hell, I was squatting with my hands on my stomach, everything happened so fast.

I expelled the biggest fart ever in front of Elena, it was so loud, and it lasted forever, and the smell, was like rotten eggs, I filled the room in seconds, and it wasn’t a tiny office. 

—Rose?—

I looked up to see Elena standing a few feet away, her expression unreadable. Great. Just what I needed.

—Are you okay?— she asked, her voice quieter than usual.

—Fine, nope, not really— I said sharply, though my voice wavered. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the couch she had in her office, trying to hide my embarrassment and how much I was struggling.

Elena didn’t move. She just stood there, staring at me with those sharp, calculating eyes of hers. —You don’t look fine— she said finally, taking a step closer.

—It’s just my IBS messing up with me and this is just really embarrassing— I said her trying to hide myself from crying, but I couldn’t. 

Before I could protest, she helped me to sit on her couch, she sat next to me and started to caress my tummy.

—What are you doing?— I asked, wincing as another cramp hit me.

—Relax, put your head on my lap— she said this with a very delicate tone I’ve never heard from her.

I didn’t have the strength to argue, so I slowly rested my head on her lap, her perfume mixed with my rotten eggs made a weird mixture. Elena handed me a some tissues so I can soak my tears and blow my nose.

We stood there in silence for a while, the hum of distant traffic filling the space between us.

—So the rumbling coming from that bathroom the other day I followed you, it, was you?— I was covering my face red of embarrassment, —Yes it was me, can you please stop making fun of me? I’m sorry for everything I made you feel in the past, but I don’t think I deserv…”

—I didn’t mean to upset you— Elena interrupted me, her voice softer than I’d ever heard it.

I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. —You didn’t just upset me— I said, my voice low but steady. —You tore me down, Elena.—

She winced, looking down at her shoes. —I know— she said quietly. —I was out of line. I’m sorry.—

A big thunderous gas expelled from me interrupted the conversation, she kept caressing my tummy and her warm hands felt so good. —I’m sorry you have to smell this part of me.—

—Don’t worry— she said, her voice barely above a whisper. —I have a… thing, for gassy girls.—

I didn’t answer right away. The knot in my stomach was loosening now, the pain fading into a dull ache. I let out a slow breath, did she just confess to me that she has a fart fetish of some kind?

—You what?— I said, finally turning to look at her with my blushed face.

Her eyes met mine, and for once, there was no trace of her usual sharpness. Just something softer, something I didn’t quite know how to place.

—I like girls who fart, I like you Ro— This is her first time calling me Ro, and for the first time I could see an expression of vulnerability in her face, she was embarrassed and blushed.

—Ew, that is so gross!— I said jokingly, I was expecting for her to be angry about my reaction, but she was with this blushed horny face. —Yes it is gross, I am gross— she said, and I felt her thighs moving under my head, that could mean only one thing, she got wet from my comment. 

This was unexpected, but hot at the same time, then I did something very impulsive, maybe because I was getting horny too, I just kissed her, and she answered immediately, I could feel the taste of her lipstick, It was a long slow sloppy kiss.

Even tho she acted very subby when I called her gross, she just dominated me, maybe because she was bigger than me, she grabbed me firmly and started touching my entire body, her pace was so nice, my heart was racing so fast, she pulled my sweater and my blouse and started eating my boobs, good thing nobody was in the office at time, because I’m a loud moaner.

It was so clear that her intentions were going down my belly, and while she was poking my nipples with her tongue I tried to think of the last time I had sex, it was five years ago, with a frat boy, last week before graduating from college, worst sex I ever had period, and the reason I started disliking men in general. 

This, this was different, I thought while her hot breath was travelling down my tummy, I could feel she was ravenous, but in a very controlled way, when her lips touched my pussy I just screamed, I was embarrassed, I never had someone eating me out, I thought my satisfyer was all I needed, but oh girl I was wrong. 

And then It happened I was so relaxed that, I just farted in her face and instead of stopping she started eating my ass —Elena that’s dirty, I’m sweaty down there…— I couldn't say more, because she started giving me long licks from my ass to my clit, and I was about to burst, I came so hard I almost passed out, I squirted her face.

Elena laid down in the couch hugging me, she told me she came like three times in a row when I farted on her.

In the end, working with Elena had a completely unexpected outcome. Late nights in the office turned into wild fetishist sex. I started looking forward to her steady presence, her ability to make sense of my chaos. She’d polish my rough edges, and I’d nudge her out of her comfort zone. Somehow, we just… fit.

For someone who thrives on unpredictability, falling for Elena was a twist I didn’t see coming. But now, I can’t imagine anything more thrilling than the thought of her being part of my chaotic life.

I wonder if she started developing a crush on me just because of me being a gassy, scandalous IBS girl. I want to think that she likes me for something more than this, I’m afraid to ask her.

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If you came this far I thank you, In the second part I'll explore with the doubts Ro is having towards Elena. 😳

Thanks for reading it 💖 

See you all soon.

SuccuBratty 🥰

[apollo-gate]

These RO asks are putting my brain right into the gutter lol. So here, nsfw. Relationship stage

So, ROs are quite busy, going on their usual work, maybe subduing bad guys or messing with the good guys, perhaps having an exhausting meeting or dealing with a bunch of irritating people/hanger-ons when their phone suddenly vibrates/rings.

MC sent them a message.

"What time are you coming home?"

With an attachment.

A ✨risque✨ picture of MC on the bed, with wet hair and a small towel enough to show off their toned skin.

RO reactions?

MY lord just imagine haveing a serius meeting than getting that kind of picture. AND THE MC IS HOT LIKE ANYONE WOULD BE LIKE DAMN....

Alice: You're asking for like pentup gym guy energy. Like she's ready to just punch and slap anybody in her way like seriously hope you don't get in her way. Alice will be ready to drop her clothes as soon as she sees the front door.

Helena: She be doing dance practice and honestly wouldn't be able to focus she would definitely go take a few pictures and send them and be like wait till i get home use these till I'm there in person

Lisa: she.... she gasp so loud that it would draw attention and would be red face and throw her phone into the wall or out the window then would have the panic over shit I just threw my phone.

Becca: this woman you just gave the cat her creme. you messed up. Becca would say that the punishment will be worse when she got home and the MC isn't ready. And yes Becca is getting the blindfold.

Daniella: She would go and get off to it anywhere she can because she already knows she gonna get it. Shes a lawyer so shell have the time.

Vanessa: Vanessa might shoot out an ice shard just a tiny one. the phone would be destroyed then the frustration of I only had 2 seconds of happiness. (Not like she keep a damn photos in her office)

Azalea: She would just stare. The girl would in the middle of the Embissy and just study Mcs body-like artwork. and have a little bit of drool too just lost in the body.

Kent: Man would be in the middle of an interrogation and break some poor dude's bones simply because he wants the Mc like ima be there soon.

Naamah: On one hand she is impressed. Why are you ending pictures where someone else can see them. She's gonna be taking you into the dark room. and at the same time going to erase the picture from existence. No one can ever see Mc but her.

Blaze: Would do two things run to you immediately to see if the Mc is in fact dressed like that then would message be there in 2 seconds. After all, ever he's doing isn't that important.

Zero would be doing some R&D project and just be like wow. He had to leave because he just ended up putting your name in the code or somehow making a really big mistake like the time he had the Ai say I love you over and over.

RF RO: She is pissed.. like blood and a few other things. but not you no. no harm will come to you. but she is rough. like really rough later that night.

Rune: Aish you're asking for a whip and a few other things. She sends some very dirty naughty texts and it's not at all like Rune would be turned on before she gets to you.

Rene: She be like extra quiet and the only one who would notice is Rune. Rene is a big pillow princess, so she would overthink what to say and even think if that is ok to send. But overall she gets home as fast as she can. Just expect a hard crushing kiss and a tall girl being very neddy.

Jade: She probably screws up a spell she is practicing. Might make a moan sound who knows. But all her acolytes will know someone has her attention.

Psyche would be bouncing off the walls staring at the clock like a child ready to get out of school. She might forget she has a truck and run or get stuck on the subway in her rush. Not her fault you sent her something unexpected.

Atargatis. would start her siren song and not realize it and the MC would be in a state of bliss till she walks in. Yeah, she got you back and you get a state of bliss and pleasure.

Atlas: she is teleporting like a jumping frog to buildings and crash into the bedroom and just do the best sexy pose of I'm here.

[nityarawal]

The Carlsbad police called us to let us know the principal is propagating a smear campaign our tax dollars can't sustain. Please have her fired and investigated. There are no orders against me and the only thing we need is my daughter and assets. We really don't need any more drama from confused dyke community. None of them should be working. There's loads more attys I didn't even mention in every testimony: Roseline Ferrel, Marni Entin, Whitney Ryan, etc! This is a gross system. Why would our assistant principal think she can recycle us back to the courts after nine years of mistakes from them? She needs to leave. She's mistaken. Their are absolutely no active orders against me & courts are ashamed of their Probate and dyke sexual assaults. That is the elephant in the room. Promise me these gross people will get a cease and desist- never come near my family again. We'd Feel best if they left our state. Go camping and donate all to my charity. We need ten Trillion.

Happy Mothers Day!

Blessings & Love,

Nitya Rawal

Encinitasbeachhome.com

Dr. Cash is usually vacationing at LA Costa Resort. Could you have your dyke pigs pin him down and get the cancelation orders? Please arrest Ms. BRENDA and my x on foul play in a international custody battle and give her a cease and desist. I don't care what party you voted for- this is America and I need my kids- deport him. We felt my legal team and the school were grossly negligient of laws and timing. We closed my cases last fall. There are no bribes for the school. We loved the campus though and I let Elon know we'd rather turn that into a Tesla school than teach at T.I.T.T.S. Please confirm Brenda is detained on foul play and my daughter and I will never have to deal with her or her dyke officers ever again. Thankyou!

Blessings,

Nitya

@elonmuskfanslounge @cybertruck @elonenthusiast @teslamotorsblog @aclu @britneyspears @kimkardashian-blog-blog @lacosta @ucdavisevents-blog @ucresearch @ucdaviswomen-blog @ucdavisfilmclub-blog-blog @ucdavis

Brenda promised she wouldn't call Pigs after we explained Anjali & I were extensively raped and that's the same trigger Sunil uses to Bully us with. My brother testified to several friends about it on recorded lines. Anyway millitary 40% rape rate and her knee jerk reaction to trafficking moms to her dyke squad is the issue for my family. We'd be with Elon now at his school if he could shake nasty government. We fear he's catatonic from all the Israeli Airforce rapes! Please leave him, all physicists and artists alone in my family. Sunil is sold out from U.K. None of those is an appropriate match for my family. Please release Anjali & Isha from all military contracts. They are not available for your research. Investigate all moms probated from this gross administration. I met another girl trafficked at True Care from Anjs class and we all know how Kristen Scogin terrorised Charlie Brown to death for PR. It's really a bottom feeding bunch from DA to Judges trafficking children in the juvenile courts. Kristen was a horn dog for my kids and I too w/ her accomplice Judge Clark. Anyways we all need a 'mistake' admitted letter as our principal demands- including from her. She lied to us and also bullied with police rape; threatened to traffic my family for attending my daughter's art show mothers day weekend in a 50/50 custody state. She doesn't have an RO against me nor grounds for one but she's proved gross negligence in a legal custody dissolution for over 6 months due to her own in-house clerical issues. She's trying to make problems for us in court. We are squeaky clean done. Cancelation orders are a luxury maybe a big white woman like her can demand. But did anyone listen on my legal team of 1000's? Do they care what a little girls principal needs to release her from parent alienation and corporal rape from pigs? No she laughed and tried to traffic us back. This is her unconscious playbook. It's violent and aggressive greenwashing for dyke weaponisation of family. We're not interested. We're not flattered. Elon will build a new military that doesn't rape our kids. There's nothing Baccalaureate about this crap. Thanks. Please release us on all contracts now from CA & Iowa state schools and refund + $10t in damages.

Blessings,

Nitya Nella Azam Huntley Rawal 

Encinitasbeachhome.com 

[deastrumquodvicis]

so I'm finally watching Picard season 3 and I have a theory about Jack with two episodes left to go

Jack is connected to the Pah-Wraiths or is their emissary kind of thing

my evidence:

red is a big thing with him and if I remember right--though I haven't actually watched the last season of DS9 which is a trip through this Picard season--Dukat's Pah-Wraith earring had red balls on it

Jack can warg into people like the time Keiko got taken over I guess but much less practiced at it

funky visions kind of like orb-shadows as experienced by Sisko in that one episode where he decided the other guy could be Emissary instead

s3 of Picard is heavy on the DS9

the changeling lady made an unusually big deal of Jack saying he was "all ears" and ears is where your pah lines are or something

the half-Bajoran bridge officer dude is wearing his earring on the wrong side like the followers of the Pah-Wraiths did and that would be an absolutely cool way to foreshadow it. "you thought it was a continuity mistake from the people who brought back the crow from Data's dream episodes? think again!" especially because Ro got involved

he fears what's behind the red door. what if the door is a dream metaphor for the Celestial Temple?

I've been watching a lot of DS9 so DS9 stuff is on the brain

no idea how Bev would get involved with that, tasteless Sub Rosa joke potential notwithstanding (don't go there) but it could I guess equally be the Pah-Wraiths picking up on Picard's involvement with the discovery of The Sisko by the Prophets and all that stuff

it's incredibly vague and circumstantial but Odo brought Quark in for less

[dieonysucc]

Barbara Roberts

Nickname: Barbie ✨💕

Favorite Color: Pink and Lilac

Favorite Drink: Hot Chocolate

Favorite Film: Barbie and the Island Princess

Height: 5’5

Named after the famous gaslight, gatekeep and girlboss herself, Barbara “Barbie” Roberts. The once shy and introverted turned, fashion adviser, vet tech, pageant queen, and occasional birthday party princess ✨

PSSSSSSSS: Definitely go and check out @lacunafiction ‘s “The Fernweh Saga” immediately!111!

Facts:

If you think the cast hasn’t been forced to watch the entirety of the BCU (Barbie Cinematic Universe and as of 2023 currently sitting at 42 films 💅), you need to spend more time with Barbie.

Barbie and Mrs. Verner will never get along … at first. Barbie isn’t one to not have the first AND last words in a conversation. (Definitely not my way of saying the office scene with R would turn out any different but…. 👀 Mrs. Verner will know she’s making a mistake even if it means Barbie has to talk over her to get her point across.)

But I also like to think that they would swimming get along once they have a common interest (cough R cough) because Barbie sees Mrs. Verner as a respectable, powerful woman. Hopefully Mrs. Verner can also see that in Barbie.

💕RO’s:

💕B - They are so in tune with each other that they unknowingly copy the other’s movements. Literally the bestest of friends. Would have shared a bed with B because why wouldn’t you want a week long sleepover with your bestie as you explore your childhood town!

💕S - Once they are in a deeper relationship, Barbie and S would braid each other’s hair. Barbie also adopts adding a pink section of hair to match S’ cerulean. Mrs. Dorian would also have so many pictures of S and Barbie napping on the couch.

💕R - R once broke Barbie’s Barbie in a game of keep away in grade school, which made Barbie cry in front of R for the first time. R promptly had Mrs. Verner buy them a new one to give to Barbie. Barbie also had an Ken/Barbie doll that she forced R to play with (“Because you both have blonde hair and live in a cool, dream house!”) and eventually gave them before they left. I like to think that R still has that doll :).

💕J - Their matching necklace is actually two half’s of a butterfly that magnetically connects to make a whole butterfly. If there was an option to hug J though-out the story, you better bet your bottom dollar that Barbie would hug them through-out.

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you don’t have to write this ofc but, part 2 of the break up ask ig, how would the ROs go about getting MC back? coming back alive and well in C’s case or the person that threatened F “disappearing” or something, etc

I won't be doing C's since I already wrote several follow ups lol, the others are below the cut <3 but I kind of wrote it as MC initiating the reconciling. I hope that's okay anon!

Margaret

Margaret had thrown herself into work after breaking up with you. This meant months overseas. But it also meant that sometimes she was at the castle, meeting with your mother after she returned from her trips.

And each time she returned, you were waiting for her. You never approached but you leaned against the wall outside of your mother's office and watched her. And you always waited to watch her leave, too.

It wore Margaret down a little more each time. She wanted nothing more than to be in your arms. To ask for everything to go back to the way it was before.

On one of those days, when she's visiting the castle, her facade finally breaks when she looks into your eyes. Her breath catches and she feels tears well up at the thought of all the pain she caused you in an effort to protect you. Your gaze softens when you see that you finally broke through her walls. Again.

When you take a step forward, she turns and darts from the castle, out into the gardens. Her back against a wall, she does her best to blend in with the shadows from the setting sun. And then you come running out of the castle and stop to look around for her. You start walking toward your favorite spot, hoping she's there, until you hear her let out a quiet breath.

Shit, shit, shit! Don't turn around.

But you do turn around and her red lips catch your notice. "Margaret," you say softly. As if she's a wounded cat that might flee.

Margaret's brown eyes search for a way out of this situation. She'd only dreamt of your forgiveness. Only dreamt of what came after. She wasn't prepared for the pivotal moment it required.

You take a step closer and she tracks you with her eyes. "Tell me that you don't love me and I'll leave," you whisper.

She looks away. Was she willing to lie to you again? No - she couldn't lie about her love for you. It was time to face reality.

Her feelings weren't going away and she didn't want them to.

She locks back onto your eyes. "I lied to you once, but I'd never lie about my love for you." Margaret stepped out of the shadows. "I thought -" But she stops, unsure how to explain herself.

You step closer, grasping her soft hands. "You heard the conversation with my mother, isn't that right?"

Margaret feels her face grow warm as she nods, not willing to meet your eyes. You let out a relieved sigh. "I was hoping it was a simple as that. And not that you truly thought we were a mistake."

You gently tilt her face up so she's looking at you.

"I'm sorry," she utters, breathless.

You give her a small smile and wrap your arms around her petite frame. "Promise you'll never leave again," you ask.

"Never," she promises.

F

F watches from their tower window as a ship docks at the harbor. They almost drop their mug when they see Castelon's royal flag. "No," they whisper in disbelief. Could it be that you're really here? F shakes their head. No, they have no reason to come here, they think.

But then they watch the crew disembark and their eyes land on you. They would know you in any crowd. Their eyes, like their heart, always seem to find you. F sets down their mug with shaky hands and touch the window, mouth agape.

Three minutes. That's how long they watch until you begin making your way toward their home. F takes a step back. Confused. Unsure. Then they look around at the mess. Things had fallen into disrepair and they hadn't cared to take care of because nothing mattered in a life without your love.

F quickly changes into clean clothes and glances into the mirror for a moment. Somber green eyes stare back at them. They take a moment to wash their face. Not because they want to appear attractive to you, but because they don't want to see how fucked up they've been without you.

There's a knock at the door. Their heart stammers as they stumble back, breathing ragged. F puts a hand to their head, willing themself to slow down. Finally, they swallow enough air and make their way down the stairs. It's a slow walk as your voice travels up into their ears. Their fingers grip the railing for strength. How do I face you after all this time? How do I face the one I love when I know they hate me?

F forces themself to cease this line of thinking, lest tears fall from their eyes before you've even spoken to them. Finally, they reach the threshold. They reach you.

A relieved look flits across your eyes. And then concern as you look them over. Neither of you speaks for a moment and the air of the threshold becomes overwhelming. F chokes out words with the only alternative being swallowed by the lingering tension. "Let's sit down," they say, gesturing to a greeting room. You follow them.

After they're seated, you sit next to them, despite plenty of space. F's breath catches as they feel your warmth for the first time in years. Their green gaze studies you.

You reach out a hand, causing them to freeze as you trace your thumb across their jaw. "You haven't been taking care of yourself," you say, an edge to your voice.

They glance away, lest they say what they truly want: I am but half a person without you. Instead, they force themself to swallow those words. "What are you doing here?"

"You were threatened. We uncovered a plot and with it, that information..." You pause, waiting to see their reaction.

F's eyes snap to yours as they suck in a breath. Their face crumples. In relief. In anger. In longing. You wrap your arms around them as they sob. "I know," you whisper as you run a hand up and down their back.

After some time, they pull back and look at you. "Will you ever forgive me?"

You smile at them. "I already have," you tell them as you squeeze their hand.

They nod and look down at your hand on theirs. "So...what now?"

"You come home."

F looks at you, tears threatening again to spill over. "Are you sure?" they ask.

"Yes, just as I'm sure that I love you and need you by my side." You lean forward to place a kiss on their forehead. "Let's go pack your things."

Felix

Felix wandered from tavern to tavern, city to city. But in reality, he was just running. Trying to forget about how he fell so deeply in love with you that suddenly the world made sense. Trying to forget about how bleak it all was without you.

He didn't know that you were keeping tabs on him, worried about him. Every time you received a report, it showed that he always drank alone.

And always went home alone, too.

He hadn't shown interest in a single person. Which you found puzzling, since he adamantly claimed that he was ending things because he need more intimacy.

Your duties had kept you busy all these months. Busy enough to hold it together. Not busy enough to ignore your aching heart. One morning, you're walking through the gardens, wondering what Felix is up to, when you hear some nobles talking.

And Felix was the topic of conversation.

"The Heir is better off without him - even he realized it. A simple man like that can't keep up with the needs of The Crown."

"Of course, how could he not realize it when it was whispered in every ear," the other replied, laughing.

Your eyes widen as you remember his words. "...you can't keep up with my needs." Your fists clench as a desire to storm around the corner and shut them up overwhelms you. Later, you think, Felix is more important.

Felix is so drunk that he didn't even realize he had made it back to the capital. "Another one," he said to the barkeep. He takes a swig before slamming it down on the counter and hanging his head. Fuck, fuck it all, he thought, I'm so tired of this shit.

He only ever dreams of you. So he has to stay awake or get drunk enough to pass out. And staying awake with a drink just means he thinks about you. So he gets drunk. Otherwise, he wakes up with fresh tears on his cheeks. How could he not when your laughter consumes his dreams? When your loveliness pulls at his heartstrings?

The tavern door opens and hurried footsteps make their way to the bar. Someone else here to drink their sorrows, I suppose.

"Felix," you call, voice desperate and unsure.

"Fuck," he growls, not bothering to turn around. "Now you haunt me here, too."

He lets out a yelp as you slap the back of his head. He turns around angrily "Who the fu-" But his hazel eyes stare in horror as he realizes it was you. He shakes his head, hoping it's a vision or that he's too drunk.

You roll your eyes, frustrated. "I'm really here."

He sucks in a breath before sliding off of his stool and dropping to his knees. He grabs your hand and places a kiss, enjoying the warmth the spreads through his body at your close proximity. "I'm such an idiot," he mutters.

You sigh and let out a dry chuckle. "Yes, you are. But you're my idiot." His eyes snap to yours, hope hammering in his heart.

You crouch down and take his face in your hands. "You are what I need. Do you understand? You."

He stares at you for a moment before tears reach his eyes. "I'm so sorry," he whispers.

You wrap your arms around him. "You'll have to do a lot to make it up to me," you reply, a small smirk on your face as you lean back from the hug to meet his eyes.

He chuckles. "I'm at your service," he says. Then he kisses your cheek. "For the rest of our days."

[alstroemeriadissonance]

Rebound (NSFW)

WARNING: NSFW at the end, in case it gets a bit too long and you mistake this for having a fluff ending. This isn't an NSFW-focused work by itself, but...well. Stuff lead there because Vyn.

Vyn x Rosa

Vyn showing a few degrees of unhinge.

Summary: Rosa finally takes up Dr. Richter's offer in tending to her emotional health after her break up with Artem. Luke helps out because some bones may need breaking.

Rosa: Dr. Richter, are you free?

Vyn: For you, always. Tell me what you need.

Rosa: Thanks. I think I'll take you up on your offer for a consultation. I need someone to talk to.

Vyn: Where are you? I will go pick you up.

Rosa: Oh, no. I'm actually nearby if you're still in the research center. Are you still there?

Vyn: Yes. Just go straight to my office. I will keep the door unlocked for you. Do not mind the sign on the door, I will be here waiting for you.

Rosa: Thanks Dr. Richter. This means a lot to me.

Vyn set down his phone back onto the desk.

It would have to be a dire situation for Rosa to finally break and cave into accepting his offer. At very short notice, no less.

He stood up from his desk, and with hands clasped on his back Vyn faced the windows overlooking the verdant open grounds of his mental health research center, typically used for the patients' supervised outdoor walks.

But I will not get ahead of myself. I will hear what she has to say, first.

He pulled on the cord for the venetian blinds, raising them just enough to allow more light to spill into his office.

Vyn didn't want the somber lighting to further agitate Rosa--her state of mind was not apparent anywhere in her text messages, which were innocuous, but given context especially based on his knowledge of how Rosa would rather exhaust her own resources and capabilities before asking for help...

Vyn shook his head. He already said that he should not get ahead of himself, but here he was, already worrying for his rose. His rose. The subconscious usage of the possessive pronoun has him chuckling derisively at himself.

Artem had already claimed the prize that Vyn had so immensely coveted.

It took Vyn more or less a year to get over that fact--but for the sake of his work on Giann's Project NXX he kept quiet and had withdrawn from the race, so to speak--paying his feelings no more mind than he would other flights of fancy.

He heard the door to his office being opened.

Finally.

Vyn's eyes went wide by a tiny fraction.

The Rosa that stepped into his office was--for want of better word--wilted.

While her physical appearance itself was pristine with not a hair out of place and work attire still impeccable, it was her overall posture that took Vyn aback: shoulders slumped, a hand gripping her other arm; lips trembling, having difficulty making eye contact with him...

All out of character for his lovely, vibrant rose. His rose.

"Rosa, I am here," Vyn said, softly yet firmly. "Before anything else...come to me."

He stood there, arms opened wide to receive her.

Vyn must have looked like an angel to her with his white coat and arms outstretched. For when Rosa finally looked at him, her face twisted in agony and she let out a huge sob that she obviously held in for such a long time.

Rosa barreled into Vyn's waiting arms, crying loudly against his chest.

"Ssh. Everything is okay," Vyn murmured as he caressed the back of her head, letting his fingers comb through her auburn hair, the tender gesture repeated over and over in an attempt to soothe the distressed Rosa. "Let it out. There is no one else here but you and me."

His other arm encircled her back, pressing her securely against him--a quiet reminder of his presence in the midst of her overwhelming anguish.

It took everything he had not to kiss her forehead, to kiss away her tears, as he badly wanted to do at that moment.

Vyn bit the inside of his cheek hard, until he could taste iron in his mouth. Now is not the time, damn it.

They stood there in the middle of his office for a while, with Vyn holding Rosa close to him; Rosa crying all over his chest and moistening his tie, shirt, and the upper part of his waistcoat with her tears.

After several minutes of full-blown weeping Rosa managed to regain hold of herself and, with eyes red and puffy with crying she still managed to slip out an embarrassed laugh. "Oh, I--are you like this with your patients, Dr. Richter?" she said, then her eyes widened a bit as soon as she realized what she just said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

Vyn smiled gently. "Of course not. I am like this because you are my closest friend, Rosa, and you did call me that back when masqueraded as travelling psychic and assistant, did you not?"

"Yes, I remember, Dr. Richter." Rosa bit her lip.

She is clearly beside herself. The softness in Vyn's eyes hardened at the idea that something, or most probably someone, had caused his Rosa such distress.

"Come, let us have you sorted out." Vyn gently steered Rosa towards the couch set in the corner he reserved for psychotherapy work. "Take a seat there, get comfortable. I shall prepare some tea for you."

Vyn deliberately took his time with preparing the tea in order to give Rosa enough time to let herself get comfortable. The less mental barriers to deal with, the better.

After ten minutes he came back with a tray bearing a pot of his personal mint-lavender tea blend, expertly balanced on his hand. "For you, my lady," he murmured as he set down a cup on the table in front of her, filling it with purple-tinged steaming liquid.

Rosa took a deep breath, inhaling the floral-infused steam. "Just being here makes me feel better already," she said, smile wistful.

Vyn took his seat off to the side, just by her peripheral vision. "I am glad it is working," he said. "I take pride in my tea blends."

They sat in companionable silence for what seemed like forever.

Vyn understood that Rosa may have difficulty broaching or talking about the troubling subject. Since he was not on the clock nor was he being paid for the service--this was his Rosa after all, his friend in need-- he did not see the need to prod the conversation along.

Rosa, after finishing her cup, finally found the words:

"I...well. Artem and I broke up."

Vyn, being in the middle of refilling Rosa's cup, spilled a fair bit of liquid onto the table. He hurriedly blotted out the small puddle with tissues grabbed from the nearby tissue caddy.

"I see," he murmured. "I am sorry to hear that."

"Mhm." Rosa wrung her hands, visibly frustrated. "I...ah. It's so hard to talk about why it happened..."

"Let us not be concerned about the circumstances, my dear Rosa," said Vyn, back in his seat on the sofa a respectable distance away from her. "Instead, let us talk about you feel. That is why you found your way here, is it not?

"Just to be clear," Vyn continued, "I am not a specialist on couples therapy, if you are seeking counsel on how to repair your relationship. However," he steepled his fingers over his lap. "I can help you with processing your feelings, and to be perfectly frank that is my main concern now, first and foremost."

Rosa nodded. "I won't ask the moon from you, Dr. Richter." She smiled bitterly. "After the things I told him, I...I don't know..."

"Is it alright if I ask some prying questions?"

"Of course, Dr. Richter. I did seek out your help..."

"When did the break up happen?"

Rosa paused, as if mentally counting the days. "It was...more than two weeks ago. I remember because..." she bit her lip. "We just went off at each other after a major client engagement that lasted well into the evening..."

Vyn's expression darkened, thankful that he took a seat where Rosa could not see his face unless she turned towards him.

Two weeks. Two weeks of holding in such grief; and still seeing the source of her anguish day to day for work...

Vyn would have to chide her for it sometime, but not now. Right now Rosa's feelings should be front and center. "Two weeks is a long time to deal with this pain unassisted, Rosa." he murmured. "Did you have anyone to talk with about this, apart from me?"

"No. It's just you, Dr. Richter." Rosa fiddled with the handle of her teacup. "Everyone else...either they're connected with Artem and our work in some way or another," she sighed. "It...it wasn't easy. It actually took a leap of faith for me to decide to call you."

She took a deep breath. "It's--its all getting too much for me."

"And I am glad you had faith in me at least, my dear Rosa." Vyn whispered. "How do you feel now?"

"Just terrible." Rosa fought tears from running down her cheeks. "Terrible. Can I tell you about it?"

"That is what I am here for, Rosa," Vyn said. "I am here to listen. Go ahead."

"Whenever it's quiet, especially at night when I'm about to sleep, I--I replay the time when we had the argument that led to the breakup." Rosa's lip trembled. "It feels so horrible, being alone at night with those thoughts. I couldn't go through the night without taking sleep medication."

She was about to wipe her tears with her sleeve, when Vyn held her arm in place to stop her from doing so.

He reached over to her face with tissue in hand. Carefully, he blotted the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Vyn then pushed the tissue caddy closer to her edge of the table. "Sorry for the interruption," he whispered softly. "Go on."

"I feel miserable and lonely every night, Dr. Richter." She laughed derisively at herself. "I told him all these terrible things--and all I've been thinking about is how miserable I am, being lonely as a result. I am a terrible, selfish--"

"I will have to stop you right there, Rosa," Vyn cut in. "First of all, whatever the circumstances that led to your breakup, your feelings are valid. You are hurt. You are lonely. These two are not false." He pursed his lips. "Acknowledging these feelings does not make you terrible, nor selfish."

Rosa kept silent.

"You will need to accept your feelings, Rosa," Vyn said, in calm and measured tones. "You cannot just deny them because of what you think you could have done, on hindsight. Nor should you castigate yourself over matters that are over and done with."

"But..." Rosa winced. "Artem have had good reasons. I..." her voice trailed off. "I was an utter fool for demanding more time from him..."

This caught Vyn's attention. "The cause of your fight was him not having enough time for you?"

"Somewhat." Rosa rubbed her temples. "Now that I'm talking about it, I really feel like an ass--"

"Stop that, Rosa," Vyn said, a tad too tersely than he had intended.

"Dr. Richter?"

He sighed. "Mind, I am not like this with any of my patients. I am merely speaking my mind more openly because you are my friend."

Vyn stood up and moved to the seat next to her, close enough for him to hold her by the shoulders and look into her face directly, his amber-gold eyes holding warmth for her. Yet, at the same time the same eyes pierced through her with firm determination.

"I do not want to see you castigate yourself over matters that are over and done with, Rosa," he repeated his words from earlier. "You were never the type to just wake up and tell yourself, 'oh, today is a nice day to piss off my boyfriend, mayhap I shall do just that.'"

This prompted a small chuckle from Rosa.

"No, Rosa, you had a good reason to raise grievance with him. This I fully believe and even stake my life on," Vyn gently squeezed her shoulders. "Do not invalidate your feelings and decisions from that moment that led to your break up. The last thing that you want is...you losing the support from your own self."

"But this is just like you, Dr. Richter," Rosa's smile was tinged with sadness. "You never let me take any blame. There's always an excuse for me..."

"Do you think of me that lowly, Rosa?" Vyn's smile was twisted. "That is a good way of saying I am a manipulative bastard with ulterior motives."

She swallowed. "N-no! I meant, you are too kind...is all..."

"Heh." Vyn's smile was too taut. "Be that as it may, I can see you being quick to make excuses for Artem, who, I have to emphasize, is the source of your anguish right now."

He finally let go of Rosa's shoulders, pouring himself a cup of tea.

"I do not doubt that there were good times in your relationship, but there have been well-documented tendencies for those grieving after a lost relationship to obsess and fixate over those better times, to the point of forgetting why a break up has even taken place."

Vyn took a sip. "I am seeing it in action right now, with you.

"You need to remind yourself why you felt the need to raise grievance with Artem. Why the argument happened in the first place. Journals, lists, anything, as long as you sit down and think about it. Maintain a certain equilibrium in your thoughts."

Rosa nodded. "O-okay..."

"Do you want me to teach you a small trick that may help?"

"A trick...?"

"Yes. One that may help when your thoughts try to lead you to misery again." Vyn set down his cup back onto its saucer. "Give me your hand, please." He reached out a hand to her.

Rosa placed her trembling hand on his.

"Good." Vyn pushed her long sleeves back just enough to reveal her delicate wrist. "Now, I need you to do something for me."

"What is it?"

"Think about Artem." Vyn's eyes carefully watched Rosa's face for tells or any microexpressions. "Think about the 'good reasons' he may have had that you mentioned earlier. Think about the good moments that you miss having with him."

It did not take long for tears to threaten to spill out from Rosa's eyes.

Seeing this, Vyn pinched the delicate skin on the underside of Rosa's wrist with his thumb and forefinger, prompting a surprised cry of pain. He did not let up, and even twisted the soft skin in his hard pinching, leaving a pink mark on her skin when Rosa finally wrenched her wrist away from his firm grip.

"Ah! Dr. Richter, what the f...?!"

Vyn chuckled. "I shall gladly accept all profanities you would hurl at me, my dear Rosa, as I rightfully deserve it. No need to restrain yourself with saying fuck."

"Yes, but what the fuck Dr. Richter?! That really hurt!"

"That it does, but have you noticed something else as well?"

"What? Aside from you giving me a welt on my wrist?"

"For the last few seconds after I pinched you, did you still think of Artem?"

Realization dawned on Rosa's face. "Oh. Oh, no. Actually...yeah, no." Rosa rubbed her wrist. It still stung from the doctor's assault.

Vyn only smiled. "Yes. So, what I need you to do, is when your thoughts start going that way, you should pinch yourself. Hard. Hard that it causes enough pain for you to stop whatever you are thinking about that moment. Painful enough that you are prompted to stop your thoughts from spiraling downwards."

"Haha..." Rosa rubbed the faint pink welt that Vyn inflicted on her. "Are you like this with your patients too?"

"For this type of case, I just give them a rubber band to wear that they can snap onto their wrist." Vyn smirked. "But for you, you needed an extra painful pinch from me."

"Okay," Rosa grinned, a sincere smile that Vyn was glad to finally see. "Not only that, every time I pinch myself, I'll probably consider it as a tut-tut from you, Dr. Richter."

Vyn had to laugh at that. "If you think of it that way, I suppose you are not wrong."

===

Sunset already coalesced into deep purple-orange skies when Rosa finally bid goodbye and left the office, leaving Vyn to do minor clean up before he himself left for home.

All things considered he did not actually follow the prescribed therapy procedure; instead he pushed onto her his methods on how she should get over the break up--get over Artem, in particular, if he were to be entirely honest with himself.

He could have slipped in a few words to give his NXX colleague the benefit of the doubt. But instead he...

Supposing they mend their relationship, that their break up was only temporary? Suppose Rosa accidentally let Artem know about how her consultation with me went?

She would not do it deliberately of course--he trusted her as much--but Rosa was well known for wearing her heart on her sleeve.

Vyn, after hanging the tea towel by the small sink in his office, buried his face in his hands.

Fuck.

===

It proved to be quite an eventful moment in the NXX Headquarters, after a month-long hiatus since their last meeting.

Vyn could already hear Marius's obnoxious noises pestering Luke as he descended the stairs leading to the NXX basement proper.

Upon opening the conference room door, he was not surprised to see Artem and Rosa seated apart, a few chairs between them, silently keeping to their tablets.

Unfortunately, Marius had also noticed this. "Eh, Missy, why aren't you with your Arty-poo?" he said, smirking. "Are you guys fight--"

"Instead of butting into other people's affairs, Marius, do you have the laboratory results we needed from your Pharmaceuticals?" Vyn cut in, voice a bit louder than usual.

"What do you take me for? Of course I have, it's already currently displayed on the screen." Marius jerked his thumb towards the holographic screen laid across the wall in front of them.

"Well, that is good then," Vyn said brusquely as he took one of the seats between Artem and Rosa. "And? Your report?"

"What the--are you trying to get on my case this early, Vyn?" Marius muttered.

"That's because you're being an insufferable idiot already at 11 am in the morning, Marius," Luke said, his chin propped on hand, expression clearly irritated. "Just shut up, will you? I just want this over and done with so I don't have to do overtime with my other duties."

Vyn mouthed Luke a silent "thank you"; Luke only shrugged.

"Oh, so the NSB mole is playing nice with the NXX psychiatrist, Marius said, voice laced with arsenic. "What, has there been some development that PAX needs to know about, with NSB in particular?"

Luke only groaned.

Vyn silently crossed his arms.

Artem, for his part, spoke up. "Marius, if we can just start with your report on what PAX Pharmaceuticals have gathered for the past month, the sooner all of us can get to our respective day duties."

"Well yeah, but that doesn't answer the question why you're not seated with Ro--"

"MARIUS!" Vyn slammed his fist onto the table. Every pair of eyes were on him now--this was the first time they heard him lose composure, much less shout--witnessing a historic moment where Marius von Hagen finally pushed his usually cool and composed tutor, the esteemed Dr. Vyn Richter, into losing his utter shit.

"I am not in a good mood right now, Marius--I have a headache coming on, and I have no intention of hearing you blather on while every one of us are eager to get to our other duties. Now. Your report. Please."

Marius could only blink. "Fucking hell. Fine."

The next two hours were spent deliberating on each member's reports. Vyn carefully observed the behavior of the erstwhile couple seated at his either side; thankfully they were mostly fully functional at work mode, and neither Rosa nor Artem were avoiding from interacting with each other as long as the interaction was limited to work-related activities only.

Good. It seems that I was worried for nothing--maybe I should have let Marius run his course and observe how Rosa would take his inquisition. Vyn deliberated with himself as he rifled through the new files gathered from everyone on his tablet. On the other hand, she was in too vulnerable a state the other day, to take jabs. Maybe it would be good to err on the prudent side.

And as the meeting came to a close, Vyn called for Rosa. "I will need your assistance with a certain case I am looking at. Can I bother you with this before you return to your office?"

"Oh, um." Rosa looked at Artem, who in turn threw a look at both of them. "Mr. Wing, I'll just stay here for a bit--"

"Who will drive you back to the office then?" Artem asked, voice clipped.

"I will, naturally," Vyn said, his piercing gold gaze meeting Artem's cerulean. "I will take her to your office on my way to the research institute. It is of no consequence to me." His voice was still gentle, yet laced with an edge that brooked no argument.

Artem and Vyn stared at each other silently for several seconds, until Artem finally said, "Fine. I will need her in time for our client meeting in a couple of hours, Vyn. Make sure she is back in the office by then."

"This will only take her less than an hour." Vyn said. "I will drop her off as soon as we are done."

"You'd better." Artem pulled away from his stare-off with Vyn and shows himself out the door.

Vyn and Rosa waited until they could hear the main door of the NXX section close behind Artem.

"Rosa, tell me--if he broke up with you, surely he would not have displayed such a possessive streak?" Vyn said as he gestured for Rosa to take a seat by the conference table, taking his own seat next to hers.

"It's...complicated, Dr. Richter." Rosa smoothed her skirt with a hand. "I...I don't know. It is like he's waffling between us needing to be apart, or be together." Rosa bit her thumb.

"And he still offers you to give you a lift to these NXX meetings?"

"He insisted. To be honest I'd rather take a taxi on my way here, but he's been adamant that we keep to our old...habits. For show, I believe." Rosa's eyes went downcast, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

"That is hardly healthy nor helpful to either of you." Vyn noted. "Especially you, Rosa. How do you feel about it?"

"Terrible. Confused. Sometimes scared," Rosa sighed. "I mean, I trust Artem, despite what's happened, but..."

"But...?"

"Speaking with him...always makes me end up doubting myself. Like, for example. During the drive to our meeting earlier. He was picking an argument about whether or not we should stay apart," Rosa huffed. "Funnily enough he himself can't give a definite answer to it."

"Ah, but," Vyn tapped his fingers onto the table. "Suppose he is like that because he wants to get back with you, but knowing Artem, is just too awkward to bring up the possibility properly?

I am mostly asking this for my benefit. But to hell with it.

"I thought of that, of course," she said, shaking her head. "But I...after our talk the other day, I realized that yes, our fight happened because he was too focused on his work." She laughed bitterly. "I also realized that was probably the reason why I became his girlfriend; I was part of his work, so who better than me, right? It was like him setting up his work environment as a microcosm of life itself."

Vyn listened intently, his gaze never leaving Rosa's face.

"If it's not about work, then it is not worth looking at, if he could help it. This also extended to our relationship...we used to watch movies together, but ever since Themis took off as a reputable firm, high profile clients just came pouring in and suddenly there's no more breathing room for even dates anymore...dinners are always used to discuss about work.

"It felt...too constrained. And the way he tended to dictate how I conduct myself in public, like him not letting me accept alcohol in social events...it was..." Rosa struggled to find words.

"Suffocating?" Vyn hazarded.

"Yes, that." Rosa ran a hand through her hair. "And to think I was only able to gather my thoughts properly regarding this, because I heeded your advise in spending some time writing down the negatives of my relationship with Artem. I truly needed to sit down and take the time to think about things."

Vyn hummed in reply. "I am glad you did so."

"You've never let me down, Dr. Richter. Now, what about the case that you needed my help with?"

"We are currently working on it, right now," Vyn smiled.

"Huh?" Rosa blinked. "Oh."

"I had you stay for a bit so I can check in on my friend. I hope..." Vyn paused. "I hope you could find it in yourself to lean on us--on me--more, now that you are actually in need, Rosa. Imagine my chagrin when you told me this has been going on for two weeks without turning to anyone for help."

"I didn't want to trouble anyone. Especially since I thought it was my fault. You know," Rosa rocked a bit in her chair.

"And you know now that it does not matter whose fault it was. What does is that you found yourself in a situation that you want to extricate yourself from."

How quick am I to suggest that she remove herself from the relationship, instead of encouraging her to smooth things out with Artem.

Vyn found himself smiling darkly. I truly am fated to burn in the fires of hell, should there be one reserved for me when I die.

Rosa reluctantly nodded. "Y-yes..."

"That aside, have you been eating well?"

"Um. Ever since Artem hasn't been coming by to cook, I'm now back to calling for deliveries."

Vyn cocked an eyebrow. "That is not good. In this precarious situation you are going through right now, you need to make sure you are well-nourished. Hmm." He tapped his fingers on the glass table, once again. "Would you mind if I send you a care package sometime soon?"

"Care package...?" Rosa asked. "That sounds vague. Should I be scared?"

Vyn laughed. "Ah, there is the cheeky Rosa I know and love..."

He blinked when he realized what he had just said.

Rosa did not seem to notice, her head still tipped to one side inquiringly.

Good, she was always slow to pick up on these things. This was not the first overture he threw her way, and she was always none the wiser. Vyn inwardly sighed in relief.

"If you are scared of receiving sandwiches and pastries, then maybe, yes, feel free to be afraid?" He gently ruffled Rosa's hair affectionately, before standing up and offering her a hand.

"Come, I still need to make good on my promise to Artem to deliver his ex-girlfriend to hi--"

Rosa may have pulled on Vyn's hand a bit too strongly, as the both of them yelped in surprise and sent sprawling onto the cold floor of the NXX conference room, with Rosa falling on top of Vyn.

"Ouch...Dr. Richter, are you okay?"

Vyn groaned slightly. "I am good, but...your elbow just poked at my ribs a tad harder than what I can ignore..."

"Oh god, I'm sorry!" Rosa rolled off Vyn and fussed over him, particularly at the left side of his ribcage that she accidentally elbowed. "I am so terribly sorry, and after all the good that you've done for me!"

"There's no need to worry, Rosa," Vyn muttered as the haze of pain gradually dissipated. "All I will get is a bruise, and an amusing memory to go along with it." He was still lying on the floor, waiting for the pain on his ribs to subside.

"Just give me, hmm. Five minutes. Then I will get up."

"And if you're still not feeling okay after five minutes?"

"Then it means that you have broken some of my ribs and you, Rosa, will be responsible for it." Vyn smirked, or rather tried to smirk, from where he lay on the floor, his coat spread out underneath him.

The scene made for an amusing sight.

Rosa wrung her hands. "Oh, but--argh. Rosa, you utter dolt."

"I will pinch you again if you insist on castigating yourself for everything, even accidents such as these." Vyn drawled.

"Dr. Richter!"

"I jest," Vyn smiled as he closed his eyes. "I hope you do not mind me closing my eyes. The glare of the overhead lamp is just getting to me."

Eyes closed, Vyn fell quiet, pretending to nap. It was clear that Rosa tended to berate herself if she was allowed to, and he was not going to be her sounding board of her self-hatred if he could help it.

A long period of silence followed, and Vyn could almost feel himself slipping to unconsciousness, when--

He felt sweet warmth pressing upon his lips.

Surprised, his eyes fluttered open, only to see Rosa's face over his as she kissed him.

Rosa...? Vyn could not believe what he felt, what he saw.

He had perfect control of his faculties, yet he was still caught unaware by the woman who filled his most of his waking thoughts--or did he deliberately lay there, prone, unconsciously setting up a situation where she could do anything she wished, if she wanted to? After all of the little, coincidental, absolutely not deliberate suggestions he threw at her?

Sometimes I do not know myself anymore, was his thought as he gathered Rosa in his arms and pulled her closer to him.

This is dangerous.

Breath shuddering, he opened his lips to receive her kisses, reveling in the sensations of her tongue exploring his lips, his mouth, and eventually entwining with his own.

Rosa is appreciating him. Tasting him. Vyn felt a strong jolt of something in his chest that he would have difficulty describing to his dictaphone the next time he would do his self-assessment. Limerence? Surge of oxytocin? Dopamine?

His mind went on overdrive, reflexively trying to make sense of the situation as Rosa moved over him, having her way with him.

Vyn caught himself moaning softly as Rosa's tongue ran across his lips.

Rosa's auburn hair spilled over the sides of his face, like the moon blotting out the sun in a spectacular eclipse. The scent of her floral shampoo and perfume saturated his senses. The wet sounds of their kissing blocked the loud humming of the air conditioner--everything is now Rosa.

Only Rosa.

Vyn could feel his arousal growing, and he shifted a little to keep Rosa from accidentally feeling how much he wanted her right now.

No...not yet.

However, Vyn still wanted more, regardless of what situation led to that sweet moment. He tightened his hold around her, one of his hands threading through her soft tresses as he pushed down at the back of her head, pressing her face closer to his.

Rosa. Rosa. All of his nerve endings sung at the culmination of his adoration for her, from the very moment she waltzed into his study, toppling down his house of cards...

He allowed himself a soft sucking of her probing tongue. More.

More.

A trail of saliva connected their lips as Rosa pulled briefly from their kiss, only to break off once she spoke. "Dr. Richter...I...." She swallowed. "I really should not say I did not know what came over me, but..."

"That is fine," Vyn breathed against her lips. "Not everything has to be planned. But," he tilted his face up to meet Rosa's lips with his to sneak in another quick kiss. "This is rather ill-timed. You do understand this."

Vyn licked his lips, relishing the traces of Rosa's flavor left on them. "I really should stop this, Rosa. I really should. But since you started it," he sighed longingly. "Can I be permitted to be selfish, just a for little bit?"

Please. I have waited for so long. I have been made to give up on my wait, but I have never stopped waiting, have I?

He wanted to say those words, and more, but he already had Rosa in his arms, pain in his side be damned, and is that not the only thing that mattered this very moment?

"Can you kiss me a little bit more? Before I send you back to your office?" Vyn's amber-gold eyes betrayed the long-simmering yearning that he held for her.

He reached out a hand to cup Rosa's flushed cheek. The warmth filled his chest with a strange kind of hunger that he never knew he was capable of feeling, until that very moment.

Rosa nodded. "Yes." She bit her lip. "I...I am a dolt in more ways than one, Dr. Richter...but I suppose now is not the time to talk about it."

"You are right," Vyn said, his gentle voice touched with a little impatience that he could not hold back. "Now. Kiss me. Please."

That which had stoppered this dam has been so sweetly removed.

And Rosa, once again, blotted out everything in the world that wasn't her.

===

One week had passed rather uneventfully.

Vyn did deliver on his promise to send Rosa a care package, not once but three times; he had them sent on the days that he knew to be especially stressful for her, based on her usual temperament whenever he struck conversations with her during those days: Sunday, Monday, and Wednesday.

Sunday bore a basket filled with sweet dessert and pastries, bearing with it a promise of sweetness that she should look forward to throughout the rest of the week: happy, pastel-colored assorted macarons, a whole round of Tarte Tatin--which Vyn painstakingly had to spend several hours experimenting with several types of apples available in nearby groceries--and with a touch of whimsy he added a bowl of alcoholic Christmas pudding.

("Dr. Richter, why did you give me Christmas pudding in the middle of July?" Rosa had asked him over the phone, stifled laughter poorly hidden. He had answered, quite blithely, "It is Christmas in Australia. Merry Christmas.")

Monday, the most stressful day, had Rosa receive mostly comfort food, all of which she was surprised to receive from a doctor such as Vyn: a tub of premium black forest ice cream; a simple homemade spaghetti, its recipe adjusted to allow for more meat; and decadent fudge brownies that would earn even Vyn a frown from a dentist.

("I thought the entire point of you sending me these is to nourish me properly?" Rosa had laughed over the speaker phone. "Why are you sabotaging not only my diet, but my blood chemistry results too?" To which Vyn had replied, "I did say I would send you nourishing food--and it is your emotional health that I seek to nourish, Rosa dearest. I said no lie.")

Wednesday was a more elegant affair: it was a wooden box filled with an assortment of cold cuts, assorted cheeses, chocolates, and two small bottles of red wine--each enough for a single glass serving--to go along with the finger food.

("This is just perfect for unwinding right in the middle of a busy week, Dr. Richter. Thank you." "Never you mind, Rosa. Enjoy the end of your hump day.")

Friday evening finally arrived, and Vyn, still in his office, contemplated whether or not to ask Rosa out for dinner.

If that moment back in the NXX conference room did not happen, he would have long dialed her number and invited her out already to a restaurant of both their choosing--or she may have him recommend a place, as she was always wont to do when she was still unattached--yet after that tender moment, on the cold hard floor of the conference room, no less...

Vyn spun his smartphone between his fingers, deep in thought.

I can no longer hide behind the laughable pretense of 'close friend'. Nor could I explain this off with simply keeping tabs on her emotional well-being.

I am already stepping in and courting her, am I not?

Vyn absent-mindedly performed his sleight-of-hand routine with his phone as he further delved into his thoughts. Should I have stopped her, then, before it progressed and made my feelings known? No, she needed affirmation that she was still desirable. Another rejection would have been--

The phone slipped out of his hands, launching it into the air and snapping Vyn out of his reverie. He managed to catch the device before it hit the floor, much to his relief.

Who am I kidding? Why am I using Rosa as an excuse? I wanted it. I want her so much. I want her so much it hurts.

His mind made up, Vyn was about to put Rosa on speed dial when his phone finally rang.

It was her.

"Rosa--" He was about to smile, but the moment he heard her panicking voice his free hand clenched so hard his knuckles turned white.

"Stay put, Rosa. I will be there. Yes, I am making my way there now."

===

"Dr. Richter!" Rosa immediately pulled Vyn inside her apartment the moment he knocked on her door.

"I am here," he said, enveloping the shaken woman in his protective embrace as soon as he closed the door behind her.

This time he did not restrain himself from kissing the top of her head. "Shh. I am here. There is nothing to be afraid of."

"It's my fault!" Rosa sobbed against his chest, her fists gripping fistfuls of his shirt. "I didn't--I--"

"One at a time, Rosa, there is no need to hurry," Vyn whispered as soothingly as he could. "Come, let us sit on your sofa--"

As he led her to her living room, he immediately saw why she was crying uncontrollably.

Her living room was an utter mess. Someone had very clearly intruded her home in a fit of rage: several of her things were strewn across the floor, a table lying on its side, shards of ceramic scattered along one corner of the floor where a large vase was thrown off its place by the windowsill.

Rosa recoiled at the sight of her ravaged living room.

Vyn took a deep breath to compose himself.

"Rosa, look at me," he whispered, summoning as much tenderness as he could for her sake. "Ssh, look at me."

Sniffling, Rosa raised her tear-stricken gaze to meet his.

Vyn then pressed one of her hands to his chest. "Follow my breathing," he whispered softly. "Can you do this for me, Rosa?"

Rosa nodded silently.

"Good. Let us do this together."

Vyn bent down to press his forehead against hers, inhaling and exhaling deep breaths. He slightly exaggerated his own breathing, so Rosa could feel each rise and fall of his chest under her palm.

He kept at it, until he could feel Rosa's breathing finally synchronize with his.

Having calmed down, Rosa hugged Vyn tightly, letting her head rest against his shoulder. "Dr. Richter, I..."

"Let us sit you down first." Vyn sat down on one end of the sofa, patting the space beside him. "Come, sit beside me."

"He...he came here earlier. It started out fine," Rosa sighed as soon as she sat down beside Vyn, nestling her face in the crook of his neck.

Vyn said nothing; he listened intently as he put his arm around her shoulders.

"He came here because he wanted to make up with me. He...asked for another chance." Rosa pressed her body closer to his, as if seeking more of his warmth. "He came in unannounced--he knew the passcode of my door."

"I was...I was in the middle of writing in my journal, when he came to talk. Stupid me left it open on the table...I was shocked by his sudden visit, I guess?" Rosa laughed at herself in disdain. "I was totally not ready for visitors. Especially him...so I went to the kitchen to get him something to eat."

Rosa sighed. "When I came back from the kitchen, I saw him reading through my journal. That...that journal I specifically bought to organize my thoughts and feelings, like you told me to."

Rosa wrung her hands; Vyn, having noticed it, took her hands with his own, cradling them gently in the warmth of his palm.

"So there's only a few pages written in. It's...fairly easy to find the pages where I listed down all the negatives about my relationship with him, to remind me, as you said. I did list down the happy things and memories we did share but...the bad clearly outnumbered the good.

"I suppose it hurt his ego."

Vyn finally found it in himself to speak. "And he did this?" His voice came out shaky. "Artem did this?"

"N-not yet." Rosa started to fiddle with Vyn's long, tapered fingers. "He was hurt, yes, but not enough to go amok. He did start a huge row about it, but it wasn't until he found the bottle of wine that you sent me that things went downhill."

"He drank the wine I gave you?"

"Remember when I said he didn't like the idea of me drinking alcohol?" Rosa half-smirked. "He figured out that it was a gift--I didn't say from whom, of course--but he decided that he'd drink it so that I couldn't."

"Artem the stupid, fucking lightweight," Vyn muttered darkly. "So, inebriated, he did all," he gestured towards the chaos in the living room. "This?"

Rosa nodded.

I will get him.

He did not voice his fury for Rosa's sake. "First things first, Rosa. Dearest," he nuzzled her hair. "Let us change the passcode of your main door. You do know how to do that, right?"

"Yeah."

"Do you need assistance?"

Rosa shook her head. "No. No, but...I'd like you to come with me so you'd know the code as well. For emergency purposes."

Vyn blinked at her. "Rosa, I... I am honored that you should choose me for such an important and intimate role. Are you sure?"

Rosa nodded. "You're the one who's been showing up for me so far. Well, you and Luke."

She then stood up to fetch something in her loft bedroom.

"Luke has been helping you as well?" Vyn asked as he padded over to the side table that had been toppled over, standing it upright and setting it back in its proper place.

"Yes, I've started sharing my troubles with him. I guess you can say that I was encouraged after I saw how much you supported me." Rosa descended the stairs that led from the loft, card key to her door panel in hand.

Luke. Of course. The only one other person in the current NXX roster with a good head on his shoulders.

"I'm going to reset the passcode now. Come with?" Rosa asked, rather shyly.

"Of course."

After Rosa changed the locks and handed Vyn a copy of the keycard for safekeeping, he had spent the entire Friday evening until early morning helping her clean up the aftermath of Artem's drunken rage.

They managed to get the living room back to its usual spotless state, sans many of personal effects, which had to be thrown out and replaced.

Vyn took over the task of creating an inventory of the damaged property after he tucked the weary Rosa into bed.

He would go over the inventory with Rosa later, so she could provide the estimated monetary value of each should things escalate and require ammo for litigation purposes.

For now, there is a more pressing matter that needs taking care of. Vyn put a number on speed dial.

"Luke. This is Vyn." A pause. "Yes, I know this is an unusually early time for me to call. Can we meet?"

===

"Holy hell, Vyn, you look terrible," Luke muttered as he opened the door of his antiques shop.

"Yes. I know. I have not gotten a chance to sleep yet." Vyn resisted the urge to snap, as he was wont to be when sleep deprived. He was here for Luke; he needed the detective's assistance.

Luke raised his eyebrows. "Oookay. I suppose this is something serious, for something to get between you and your precious sleeping time." He ushered Vyn to his quarters on the second floor of the building. "Coffee or juice?"

"Coffee, if you please," Vyn muttered as he took a spot by the floor table, sitting on the carpeted floor cross legged.

Vyn felt his senses stir a little bit towards wakefulness once Luke placed a mugful of instant coffee in front of him; tendrils of coffee aroma teased his sense of smell. He inhaled deeply, trying to grasp at whatever capacity to stay awake he still had left.

"It's nothing that you're used to, Vyn, but that's all I have," Luke said as he took his place opposite Vyn. "So. What's up."

"Rosa." Was all Vyn could say between gulps of instant coffee. He hoped the mere mention of her name could already clue him in.

"Shit. What did Artem do?"

"Went amok in her living room. Scared our Rosa so much she called for me." Vyn finally set the mug, now empty, back on the table. "She almost cried herself to sleep."

"Fuck." Luke took a deep breath. "I assume she's okay now? Since you were with her and all."

"Sleeping when I left, yes."

Vyn ran a fingertip across the rim of his mug, eyes growing even more bleary. He could feel himself nodding off. "I spent the entire night helping her clean up."

"Damn it. Damn it." Luke muttered. "She should've called for me."

"That is precisely why she called me, and not you," Vyn pursed his lips. "She knew you'd go off and break his bones the moment she confided to you about this."

Luke snorted. "I'd do much more than that."

He then crossed his arms. "And yet, you're here, roping me in anyway despite what Rosa feels about me getting involved. Why?"

Vyn looked at Luke, his face unreadable except for the slight tinge of fury that spilled out of his eyes.

"Because some bones may need breaking."

===

It only took an hour into working with Luke to tell Vyn that he had made the right choice calling for the detective.

While Vyn and Marius were both well-versed when it came to higher-level analytical work and resource-pulling that the NXX project required, Luke's prowess clearly showed when the task at hand demanded covert fieldwork and tracking.

For example, determining a specific person's daily routine, their preferred travel routes, where they parked their car...

And since the person they were tracking was a close colleague, the results were expedited from Luke's usual two days to a mere hour, by virtue of Luke knowing exactly where to look.

"Yeah, so. If you want us to corner him somewhere before Monday," Luke began, poring over printouts of various logs.

"There is a good chance of doing so when he gets back from his weekend drive out to the mountains. Tomorrow evening," Luke determined.

Parking logs, tollway timestamps, even a listing of places where Artem tended to use his credit cards every weekend. Vyn pored over the sheets of paper onto which myriad numbers were printed, signifying the times when each transaction had occurred, and where.

"I would not even ask how you can legally get your hands on this kind of information," Vyn murmured as his eyes lazily scanned a listing of where Artem used his card on Saturday last two weeks ago.

"That's the thing, legal isn't a word that applies to us exactly." Luke murmured as he installed a backdoor that would temporarily enable him to gain access to the parking lot's CCTV network. "And that definition was granted and approved via legal means."

"Meaning, no one should end up on your... Shit list."

Luke shook his head. "Mm, I'm not so petty as to use my NSB privileges if I want to deal with personal matters. I'd much rather break arms. I find it a more eloquent method to put my point across."

"Meaning, no one should end up on your shit list," Vyn repeated, brows now raised.

"Except when it comes to Rosa," Luke said as he hit the Return button. "When it comes to her I will use every means I have at my disposal. Childhood friend, you understand." He cracked his knuckles.

Vyn felt that the message was also meant for him, somehow.

"Anyway, Vyn. I've asked you many times, but--are you sure you want to do this?" Luke looked away from his retro CRT terminal to face Vyn.

"I am an incognito government agent, so this work is best left to me. You, however...you have a lot to lose, should this get out. Prestige, standing--"

"Prestige and standing can go fuck themselves," Vyn muttered as he massaged his temples. He still hasn't had any sleep, and it was already almost noon. "As long as that idiot insists on hovering around Rosa while she's still hurt--" Vyn bit his lip, becoming increasingly irritable.

"You don't even sound right anymore, Vyn," Luke's brows furrowed. "If you can't drive yourself home, feel free to crash here if you want."

Vyn let out a ragged sigh. "Yes. Yes, I suppose you are right." He pushed himself away from the table where Luke worked, padding towards the small corridor that led to...somewhere.

"Uh, Vyn, my bedroom's that way," Luke jerked his thumb to the direction opposite where Vyn was headed. "My bed's yours. Knock yourself out."

"Thank you."

"Just sleep. I've taken care of everything; all that's left is what needs to be done tomorrow."

===

Sunday evening.

Artem parked his sports car into his usual spot, after his usual drive through the mountain paths. Having turned the ignition off, he let himself settle a little bit longer in the car seat.

He groaned and almost hit his head against the wheel. The entire point of taking his usual weekend drives was to cool his head off.

Yet this time not even the drive through the entire length of the mountain pass through Cloudbreak and beyond could do anything to quell the guilt and shame of what he did to Rosa the other night.

I should have stayed away. I should have stuck to whatever we decided and stayed away.

Cursing himself inwardly again and again, he unlocked and kicked open his car door, then closing it behind him with a loud slam.

"Whatever did the car do, for you to lash out at it so?"

Artem quickly looked behind him, towards the direction of the very familiar dulcet voice.

Vyn stepped out of the shadows behind a nearby SUV, his hands in his pockets. "Good evening. Fancy meeting you here, Artem." He smiled genially, as if they met by chance across the street, or in a grocery.

Certainly not a greeting from a man who most certainly lay in wait to ambush him.

"Vyn. What do you want?"

The doctor slowly inched towards him, hands still in his pockets, smile still plastered on his face. "Nothing. Just a short chat, is all."

Vyn did not show any signs of slowing down his approach towards him and Artem had to take a few steps back, until his leg hit the still-warm hood of his car.

"Why do you look like you have seen a ghost? It is only me." Vyn took out his right hand to adjust his glasses.

"Vyn, what--"

A manic, blazing white-hot anger flashed across Vyn's eyes as he lunged at Artem--who raised his arms to try and defend himself-- throwing his full weight at him, pinning the taller man onto the hood of his car.

Vyn's arm pressed hard against Artem's throat, causing debilitating pain as he shifted his weight to press even harder, threatening to asphyxiate him if Vyn bore down just a little bit more.

The doctor's other hand caught Artem's thumb, bending it far backwards, just almost far than what is anatomically possible, prompting Artem to try and scream in pain--but could not, as no sound could escape his throat with how hard Vyn was pressing down on it.

"Just a man to man talk, Wing," Vyn hissed. "You have two choices. First option, is you or Rosa be given no less than a month's leave from work, and the both of you go no contact with each other for that period. It is the simplest option with the least consequence.

"Second option, is you insisting on hurting Rosa by keeping contact with her, and if you take that option I will exhaust all means to sabotage your search for your mentor. Remember this. I never, ever deliver empty threats."

"I will let go of your throat now, Wing--if you do anything out of place you will leave this parking lot with a missing limb," Vyn said, his low voice almost a growl.

"Now, answer me--which option will you take?" Vyn lifted his arm off Artem's throat only slightly.

Thinking that it was his chance to retaliate, Artem started to grab at Vyn with his arm, only for it to be pinned back down onto the hood, only this time with a switchblade pierced through the cuff of its sleeve, barely missing Artem's wrist and his radial artery.

"I said, if you do anything funny you will leave here with a missing limb," Vyn said, his voice and face now completely devoid of emotion. "Or do you want further demonstration of what I can do?"

Artem remained defiant. "Richter, you do know what the consequences are of whatever you are doing, yes?"

"Of course."

"Then you do know that I can sue you for--"

Vyn let out a sharp laugh. "Oh yes, do waggle that pathetic sword at me, won't you? What a good way to shutter down the NXX project and lose all chances of you ever seeing your mentor again.

"Just to be clear--I am not afraid of the consequences of everything that I do. In fact," Vyn's lips curled into a slight smile that did not quite reach his eyes.

"I intend on going to your office tomorrow to see Ms. Taylor, and explain exactly why one of you--you or Rosa--has to go on a month's leave. I have already prepared Rosa's full psychological assessment, and also photographic evidence of the damage that you inflicted in her very home."

Artem's eyes widened.

"So, Mr. Wing," Vyn pulled out the switchblade out of Artem's sleeve.

Only to bring it down once again, this time ominously stabbing the very narrow space between Artem's middle and ring fingers. "The option that you will take. Which will it be."

"Man, for someone as vicious as you, Vyn, you sure are taking too much time." Luke moaned as he approached them. "That's not too good, you know? Just gives the man time to compose himself and plan how to take action."

"Luke?" Artem spat out incredulously. "You're in on this too?"

"Huh?" Luke's head tipped to one side, as if he just heard a silly question. He cracked his knuckles. "Of course I am. You made Rosa cry, you fuckwad."

Then, to Vyn, "Step aside. I'm taking over so we can have this over and done with."

Vyn shrugged. "Have it your way," he said as he removed and folded the switchblade in one swift motion and rolled off Artem.

"Alright, showtime. So what'll it be, Artem? You gonna fuck off for one month or what?" Luke asked casually as he raised his fist.

===

"Well, easy does it," Vyn grunted as he carried one of Rosa's new plush chairs into her living room.

"I think that's the last bit, finally," Rosa breathed as she wiped the sweat off her brow.

They had spent considerable time receiving Rosa's new furniture. Vyn did not tell her yet that it was Celestine who quietly handed him the money for them to spend buying the replacement furniture, including other home items that were damaged last Friday night.

That was a problem that would be tackled later on.

For now, Rosa's comfort came first.

Vyn was about to unpack one of the boxes containing some newly ordered stationery items when Rosa caught his hand.

"Rosa, is something the matter?" Vyn inquired, his head tipped to one side.

"Mm," Rosa hummed as she shook her head. "Nothing's wrong. I...I just wanted to thank you, is all."

Vyn smiled, his amber-gold irises glittering in the sunset that streamed through her large ceiling-to-floor windows. "You are welcome. You are my dearest, closest friend, after all."

"Are we still friends at this point, Dr. Richter?"

"Yes." Vyn said as he observed Rosa's face for her reaction. And there it was, that tinge of disappointment barely hidden.

"As long as you keep on calling me Dr. Richter, then yes, I think we are only friends."

"Then..." Rosa moved closer to him, her arms gingerly encircling his torso. "If I call you Vyn...?"

"If you call me Vyn then it means that you have accepted me into your innermost circle." Then, with a softer, gentler voice he whispered, "Will you accept my affection this time, Rosa?"

His smile was laden with longing, the touch of his fingertips across her cheeks singing loudly of how much he had pined for her for the longest time, even when he had lost her to someone else.

Rosa's reply came in the form of a kiss. Standing on tiptoe, she reached out her arms and coiled them ever so gently around his neck, pulling Vyn's face close to hers.

She moaned softly as this time it was Vyn tenderly probing her lips with his tongue, tasting her with a hunger barely held back lest he devour her fully.

Their tongues met and danced hungrily, igniting a fire inside him.

"Rosa, please...I have waited far too long for this moment," he breathed against her lips as his hands slid to her waist. "Can I have you?" His heartbeat was beating fast and hard against his ribcage; the only way to quell his excitement, it seemed, was finally having the woman who so filled his dreams day by day day...

"Yes," Rosa whispered. "Vyn...I want you."

With a sharp intake of breath Vyn slipped his hands underneath her blouse, letting his hands roam the warm bare skin of her torso--letting her warmth dispel the constantly cool temperature of his skin.

He unclasped her bra, and, his breath shuddering with the sweet and heady mixture of excitement and need, he deepened their kiss; his hands felt and tested the swell of her breasts. "Rosa, Rosa," he murmured in between kisses and touches of tongue on lip. "Rosa, how beautiful you are...

"I need you."

Rosa giggled. "Vyn, we are still in the middle of my living room, do you want to move to the bedroom?"

"The living room which we have put together with our own hands," Vyn whispered as he pulled Rosa close to him, leading her to straddle his thighs as he sat on the new plush chair. "What better place to celebrate our new love?" He asked as he pulled her blouse over her head.

"Vyn, it's much comfortable on the bed!"

A soft laughter escaped Vyn's lips, his smile slightly devious. "Consider this my small revenge for you having stolen a kiss when I was lying, hurt, on the cold hard floor of the conference room."

"I'm sorry for that, but-ah!"

He then bent over to capture a nipple with his lips, his tongue swirling around the nub and teasing it into an aroused, hardened peak. His breath came hot and heavy against her skin as he savored and took his time sucking lightly on her breast.

"Vyn, god, that feels...nice..." Rosa whimpered as she unconsciously moved her hips, grinding her wet arousal that how had seeped through her underwear and slightly soiling the crotch of his pants.

The arousal in Vyn's pants was unmistakable, but he was determined to take his sweet, sweet time--he had waited for so long, delayed gratification was but a little game to him now that he has the woman of his dreams writhing deliciously upon his lap.

"It feels nice?" Vyn hummed as he moved his lips onto her other, neglected nipple. "You taste nice, my dear." As his lips and tongue worked their magic on Rosa's breasts his hands gathered her skirt around her waist, revealing her blue panties underneath.

Rosa bit back a moan as Vyn's hands caressed the tender skin of her inner thighs, his electric cool touches sending tendrils of pleasure coursing through her core. "Vyn, please," Rosa moaned. "Stop teasing me!"

Vyn's mouth let go of Rosa's breast with a soft pop. "Teasing? I am doing no such thing," he drawled as he licked his lips. "I am merely...thoroughly enjoying you. Your taste," he licked her earlobe. "Your sound. Your smell, how you touch and how beautiful you are."

"I am glad that you are such a romantic, Vyn, but...oh god yes..." Rosa squirmed as Vyn finally slipped two fingers inside the garter of her underwear and massaged her clit. She started grinding against the sweet ministrations of his fingers over her sensitive bud.

"I rather like how you sing," Vyn murmured as he concentrated on doing experimental touches on Rosa's slit, the pad of his forefinger drawing circles around her clitoris. "Sing for me more, will you, pet?" Never letting up his sweet assault on her clit, Vyn let his middle and ring fingers dip inside her wet, dripping sex.

"Vyn!" Rosa cried. "Please, I'm near," she started grinding harder into his hand, her voice strained with utter need. "Don't stop, whatever you are doing--oh god...!"

Vyn felt her come undone around his fingers, his hand never letting up his sweet stroking until Rosa had come down from her orgasm high.

When it was time for him to pull out his hand, his fingers were totally drenched with her slick, and Vyn made a show out of licking and sucking his fingers clean of her wetness. "You taste utterly delicious, Rosa," he murmured, his eyes hooded. "Next time, I will eat you all up."

Despite just having come down from an orgasm, Rosa still felt a coil of excitement unravel down her loins at hearing his lewd declaration.

"I will take you now," Vyn said, voice now sultry and low. "I have waited for so long," he whispered as he quickly undid his belt buckle and the buttons of his pants. He kicked off his pants and underwear from his ankles with such urgency rarely seen from the usually calm and composed doctor.

Rosa rubbed his now-freed cock against her wet slit, her own fluids mingling with the precum that dripped from his tip.

"Now, Rosa," Vyn said rather hungrily, "Sit on me. Please."

She did not need any further prodding, with a moan she impaled herself, inch by inch, onto his aching cock. He filled her so wonderfully that she could only moan and sigh at every inch that went inside her, until he was fully hilted.

"Oh god, Vyn," Rosa cried as her hips started to move. "Fuck me harder, won't you?"

"I...I wanted to make this last as much as I could," Vyn groaned. "But I suppose that would be hard to do on our first time."

"Stop being such a romantic and just do me!" Rosa cried.

There was something immensely erotic about being bossed around by his woman who needed him so much that she couldn't wait to be fucked out.

Vyn grinned. "And the lady shall be thoroughly fucked," he said as he stood up from the chair, planting Rosa into the plush leather.

He gently pulled her ass toward near the edge of the seat, and hooked both of her thighs over the armrests of the chair. The position made for a rather lewd display, her slit stretching out just enough for her small hole to pucker open.

"Ah, you just look delectable," Vyn whispered hungrily as he knelt in front of her, his cock at just the right angle to penetrate her. He braced his arms over the armrests--pausing for a brief moment to let his tongue slide against hers--and plunged right in.

"Hahh--yes," Vyn hissed as he started to move. His thrusts started out slow yet deep, slowly picking up the pace as soon as he finds himself chasing his pleasure.

All composure, all romance had been blotted out of him as his need to come slowly took precedence--Vyn's moans intermingled with Rosa's into a most exquisite duet that filled his senses. This is it, this is what I have been waiting for.

The overwhelming sensations washing over him quieted that part of his brain that tried to rationalize what made him drown in euphoria. Dopamine, norepinephrine, limerence; none of them seemed to matter anymore. The only real thing is Rosa writhing, moaning, wanting him, and his need for release--

"Rosa," Vyn breathed, his voice strangled. "I'm about to...where do you want me to come?"

"Inside," Rosa moaned, her hand slipping between them to accelerate her second orgasm to time it along with his. "Come inside me, please!"

With a guttural moan Vyn threw his head back, pushing his cock inside as much as he could, as he flooded Rosa's insides with his come.

===

"Vyn," Rosa whispered as she idly drew circles on his chest with a fingertip. "What did you...what did you do with Artem? He never dropped by the office for a week now, and Celestine is not telling me anything."

They were still seated on the plush chair that they made love in; Rosa sitting on Vyn's lap. The position was such that it was entirely possible that a second round would be necessitated.

Vyn made a non-committal sound. "He took a month's leave, upon our...recommendation, is all."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," Vyn planted a chaste kiss on her cheek. "One of the reasons Artem went off like he did was the close proximity between you two even after you have broken up...it was hardly the healthiest arrangement for either of you."

"I...see." Rosa sighed. "I still feel like a dolt--I...I took the safe bet and chose Artem over you. I did see glimpses of how you looked at me before, but..." she smiled sheepishly. "I really thought that I was not deserving of you, that whatever hope I had of you looking at me that way was just my wishful thinking."

"I am sorry, Rosa...that was completely my fault." Vyn caressed her cheek. "I was too caught up in making myself dependable for you that it seemed to backfire on me, making me appear too unattainable."

Rosa laughed. "That is such a roundabout way of humble bragging, Dr. Vyn Richter." She kissed him on the lips. "But that is so you."

"Mhm. I suppose. You would have to forgive me, then, if I overcompensate from time to time? I have to indulge my petty, insecure, overcompetitive sides after all," he murmured, rattling off his less desirable traits that he was all too aware of.

"Yes. I accept it. I accept all of you."

"As I do you and yours, Rosa."

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Kim Seokjin...

“Ok well what was that out there?” He spoke ominously back turned to you. “I- we-.” Laughing at your lack of response, he cut you off. “You fucked up that’s what it was hun.”

“Come sit on the desk, I want to see you apologize for making me look like an idiot.” He spat the last part like it was disgusting on his tongue. Already in deep trouble you decided to follow directions for once.

Turing smoothly in his office chair, you could see the resentment in his eyes. “Go on.” You swallowed thickly, his angered glare drying your throat. “I’m sorry for....correcting you during today’s meeting.” He scoffed, “there was nothing to correct!”

“Jin you can’t always be right, if you took that agreement, you’d never hit anything close to pro-” “who’s the boss? Hm? Who’s name is on this desk you have your tight ass planted on?” Mistakingly you let your eyes roll out of pure annoyance.

“Well excuse me?!” He leans forward quickly out of his chair, causing you to fall opposite of him. Pens poke at your back, his name plaque digging into your arm. Evilly he grins in enjoyment. “Found your place yet?, you seem afraid...afraid I’d hit you?” Wide eyed you nod, trapped like a mouse under its predator. Every inch of confidence stripped as he glared deeply into you. “Good.” Before you could even process his statement, you were harshly distracted by his rough hand landing across your cheek. Your head turns the other way as your right cheek tingles and burns. Chuckling he grips your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Find your place, and if you’ve forgotten it, I can help you find it...just like that,anytime.”

Min Yoongi...

Watching in envy, you pushed miscellaneous papers into the shredder. What a bitch! You saw her watching Yoongi all day just waiting for him to go to his office. So she could prance in there, thong up her ass, low cut shirt...the works.

“Yah! Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Jumping in fear , peeking down you found out what you’ve been shredding. He shoved you to the side turning off the shredder. “All those papers we needed for next week’s evaluation and review meeting...” you looked from the shredder back to him shrugging nonchalantly. Already having Somebody in your boyfriends office flirting him into hard on, the last thing you need is more work. “We’ll go fucking print some more of them.” He demanded his face stiff. Jin never liked you, maybe you’ll have Yoongi fire him.

You walked holding the last remaining sheet fully intact for reference, did Jin really think you were going to the copy room? What a dunce. Ignoring the meeting in progress light you pushed the heavy door open. “Hey y/n I’m sorry we’re in the middle of something.” You could tell he was just laughing at something a tint of red on his cheeks. Him kicking you out...this should be the other way. This hurt. “Me?” You gasped. She turned her silky hair fanning. “Y/n when we’re done I’ll come find you Alright?” She spoke a little above a whisper.“Don’t speak to me.” You glared at her walking further into the office. Obviously she’s confused about her rightful place, and Yoongi is too.

“You, get out.” She stretched her eyes looking back and forth from you to Yoongi. “Now.” “Min you can’t let her kick me out.” She scoffed, “I’ll speak to you later alright.” He smiled warmly,She got up storming from his room. “Yoongi what exactly was that?” He sat back in his chair. “A meeting.” “A meeting with what her left tit?” He closed his eyes harshly at your vulgarity. “No a meeting with your colleague about her position.” He offers the seat in front of him, gladly you take said offer.

“But what you did was uncalled for.” Laughing he leaned forward onto the table. He beacons you to follow, leaning forward you fall right into his trap upset he gripped your face making your cheeks squish. “Don’t ever come back in my office acting this way again, understood?” Nodding the best you could. “Huh? Understood?” “Yeah!” He let go leaving a ache in his wake. Before going back he reached for you again instinctively you pull back as if he was going to strike you. “Hm, I don’t treat you that harsh but I will...keep testing me.” He finished, only coming close to fix your hair.

Kim Namjoon...

Another day held the same daily routine, wake up Joon, cook breakfast, clean get dressed and head to work, work, eat lunch in Joon’s office, work,go home, and restart.

Today Joon had lunch delivered, practically throwing his money like confetti paper, much to the delight of his employees. Both of you sat on the floor of his office, enjoying the home style take out in silence. Without noticing all your attention was being absorbed by your phone. “What’s so intriguing kitten?” Your fingers stopped in their place “just texting a friend.” You looked at him through your lashes before going back to typing. He closed his take out container, he finished his meal and sneakily proceeded onto yours. Surprised by your lack of protests he spoke again.

“Oh yeah? And whose this friend?” He mumbled still chewing. “Someone I might know?” You nodded in response, unsatisfied he got up going to wash his hands in his office restroom. “Their name would be helpful y/n.” Just from his tone alone you could tell he was nearing impatience. “He works here, I’m just helping him...explaining how the log in system works he’s locked out at the moment.”

Joon no longer cared for their name and you knew it. “Oh ‘he’?” You nodded, he came drying his hands with his initialed towels. “New guy...Choi?” You looked up fully for the first time in a while. “Yeah, Soobin.” He nodded,Sitting in his desk turning to some papers. Nothing left to say you looked back down at your massages. “I’d like you to eat though, I don’t want you going hungry.” He ordered you around like a father and you obeyed.

Chewing, you almost choked as Soobin sent a joke that you weren’t ready for. Joon raised a brow, “a funny one huh? Let me see.” He looked down at you hand out flat. Your eyes went doe, there is no way your letting Joon read this vulgar joke. Soobin would be out of a job just as quick as he got one. “C’mon let me see, don’t make me take it.” Maybe he’ll laugh about it too, you gave up the device.

At first he squinted before his eyes grew wide. “ ‘This copy machine looks like the one from those cheesy office pornos....let’s make one?’ Y/N this is who you’re waisting your time on?” Rolling your eyes you went back to your meal, annoyed he didn’t find the harmless joke amusing. “Joon he was joking, it’s not like he knows I’m dating someone.”

You felt wind brush past you and a crashing sound occurred from behind, startled you made eye contact. “I had half the mind to throw that piece of shit at your head.” His angered expression taking you aback, you must’ve forgotten Joon is the extremely jealous type. “Go get it, bring it back to me.” Slowly turning trying not to take your eye off of him, you retrieved the shattered phone. Harshly he took it from your hands. Tapping before turning it to you, “block him.” You flinched at his sudden hand movement. “Don’t flinch away from me, block the bastard, before I’m the one bending you over the copy machine.”

Jung Hoseok...

Slouching in the pool chair you observed as the other women splashed and paddled around like children. You don’t usually go to these types of things, and neither does Hoseok. But this time it was important, he was here solely to kiss butt with his new business partners.

He practically forced you to put on your swimsuit, fully planning on walking you around like a show dog for the evening. Crossing your legs you brought your straw to your lips. You’d planned on getting in the pool, but apparently you weren’t good enough for the other wives...or affairs in the pool at the moment.So to spare the embarrassment you decided to watch.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hoseok came behind you patting your head softly. “Hm I guess.” You placed your drink away. “Hobi I’m ready to go. home.” You pouted, his hand still on the chair he came to your side. “Home? We’ve just got here an hour ago.” Nodding at his true statement you turned to look at him. “Yeah...and now I’m ready to go home.” Rolling his eyes he squatted to your level. “C’mon baby, go make a friend in the pool, splash around yeah?”

“No, I’m tired.” He groaned putting his head on your shoulder. “Y/n, boo don’t be a brat, you wanna go inside, wanna find a bed for you?” “Hm will you stay with me?” He looked over his shoulder, “ah Bruce wants to talk cuts and coverage a bit more, I can show you to a ro-” “nooo hobi!”

Panicking he pinched you to lower your volume. The party in the pool ceased and all eyes were on you. You’d learned how to cheat the system,It usually didn’t take much pouting from you to get your way. “c’mon get up.” He pulled me roughly by my forearm almost making you trip over your feet. He pulled you into the spacious home, up the stairs and into a hall. “Here let’s go in this room hobi.” You could tell by the look on his face hobi didn’t come to rest.

“Do you get off on making me look like an idiot?” He spoke close to your face. “Hey, I told you i wanted-” he covered your mouth with his large hand. “I don’t give a fuck what you want, now shut up and get in that fucking room.” Meekly you followed his order. “I’m sorry hobi.” “Ah I said shut up!” You stood in the middle of the decretive room, “down.” Down on your knees before him he looked down disgusted.

“Now make my cock hard so I can teach you how to use your loud ass mouth correctly.” Hesitantly you leaned forward, he groaned loudly reaching for you making you backwards in response. “Quickly, and don’t you dare run away.” He grabbed your hair, now under his full control.

Kim Taehyung...

“Mm how does it feel being my right hand lady?”

“Well seems like I’m on top of you right now.”

“I love how smart you are baby.”

Taehyung had recently promoted you to his secretary, now you can’t help but be in his office all day. Dreamily he looked up into your eyes as you straddled him. “Round 2 huh?” He huffed making you giggle, “let’s not indulge Taetae.” You nipped at the shell of his ear, he gripped your ass tightly. “What else do you have to do, I distributed your work along all the employees you’re here to have fun!”

“Well the phone has been ringing like crazy let me answer at least one call!” You climbed off, your skirt still scrunched around your waist your panties to the side. “Ahhh the baby wants to feel like a big woman go on answer.” Smiling with accomplishment, you picked up the phone. “Hello this is y/n y/l/n, answering for Kim Taehyung.” It was actually another secretary on the line you took notes as he spoke. You felt so responsible you knew Taehyung would be proud, you looked over to see his approval only to find him not there.

Confused you held conversation, until you felt something warm glide along your thigh making you Yelp. “Ah I’m sorry, Mr Lee, repeat that?” In fear you looked under your desk, mischievously Taehyung winked at you. You went back to the conversation, as he lapped your heat. You were already so sensitive you wouldn’t last a minute more of this. “Stop it please Tae.” You hissed pressing the phone to your chest. He did the opposite, penetrating you with his longest digit. Curling his finger and assaulting your clit, if the lewd sound of slurping could be heard by you you knew it could be heard over the phone. Quickly you hung up, very upset you squeezed his head between your thighs.

“Cumming baby?” “No, quitting.” He pulled back confused “what?” You fixed you panties, pulling your skirt back over yourself. “I asked you to let me do one thing, and still you couldn’t keep off of me.” He crawled from under your desk. “Who was on the phone?” He asked dryly, you looked over your notes. “Mr Lee.” “Oh, he calls everyday for his boss they have nothing to offer so we have nothing to give.” You nodded making a note to avoid his calls. “Anything else?” He shook his head going back to his desk with a deep sigh.

Oh good grief, you huffed falling back into your chair, you’ve gotten upset with him and now he’s going to mope around. “TaeTae, please understand I do actually want to work, we’ve talked about this.” You spun your chair to look at him, he looked at you inquisitively. “Maybe you should go back downstairs, I don’t want to distract you.” You could feel your eyes stretching. “Tae! No it’s not that serious.” “No no, your cubicle is still empty, the largest one.” You crossed your arms. “You’ll get the raise you just won’t be here honey...maybe I’ll offer the position to Sana.” He turned from you to go in his computer. “No, I’m not going.” “Bye Y/n see you tonight.” He mumbled nonchalantly.

“No Taehyung.” He gave a grim chuckle. “Stop being hard headed, go fetch Sana for me will you....love you.” “No kim Taehyung, this is MY job!” The phone rung and you picked it up, “hello this is-” He came pulling the phone from you slamming it to hang it up you flinched harshly. “Y/L/N, I won’t ask you agin, get out or do what I promoted you here to do.” He looked into your eyes devilishly. You complied removing your skirt, playtime was over, you sadly knew your place. “Perfect girl.”

Park Jimin...

“I’ll beat your ass come here. Now.” You stood in his office doorway, fear quaking over you. “Y/n...now.” he leaned on his desk looking you up and down. You walked in to what seemed to be your demise. “The door, close it, lock it.” “Mr Park please.” He got up walking behind you and slamming the door before walking in front of you again. “Where the fuck! Were you.” You looked at him, head fogged unsure of an answer. “I-I Mr Park...I’ve been here at work since 3 AM actually...before you got here.” He laughed lightly.

“I didn’t want your schedule, I know your damn schedule, the meeting today’s meeting.” You toyed with your fingers, “OH...oh Mr Park I forgot you needed me I’m sorry h-how did it go?” “We fucking lost the deal, the information you dug up is what we needed and you were somewhere in LaLa land.” He dug his hands into his hair. “C‘mere.” He sat on the leather couch that decorated his office. “Please Mr Park, I’ll stay late and I’ll beg for another meeting date.” He shook his head “no, c’mere.” You stood still pleading with your eyes. “I’ll drag you by your cheap blow out, bring your ass here.” You shuffled to him, he pulled your dress bending you over his knee.

He pulled your dress up, “Mr Park what will your wife say?” You began to tear up, why would he choose you to give his violent love to. “Ha, she’ll say “fuck me harder” later tonight why?” You shook your head refusing to respond. “Look into the mirror.” You obliged. He pulled his hand up just stoping before it hit you causing you to shudder a jerk violently. “ Do you fear me y/n?” You nodded almost sobbing. “I’ve trained you well...head up...be a big girl.”

Jeon Jungkook...

The whole building was draped in a gloomy mood as Jungkook stalked about looking for something to nitpick. Earlier today you and Jungkook had a falling out on the way to work about how close you were getting with one of your male coworkers. And said coworker that just happened to be your cubicle neighbor. He rounded your area multiple times, chastising said coworker, sending him on errands and putting him down again and again.

Seeing how it was affecting the newbie, you finally turned to Jungkook. “Mr Jeon, can I speak to you.” “No.” He turned quickly before going back to chastise the frightened employee. “Slip up again, and I’ll make sure you’re looking at a deep fryer for the rest of your life Kang.” He whispered just loud enough for you to catch it.

“Mr Jeon please, for a minute.” He clears his throat leaving your area. Your face grew hotter by the minute, you got up going to talk to your distraught friend. “Hey, listen he’s all bark and no bite what do you need help with?” You smiled warmly remembering how it felt to be new in a place like this.

“Well every time I answer the phone and start the question pro-” a heavy hand lands on his and your shoulder “who said this was a social hour y/l/n” a sigh came from deep inside of you. “ Damn it Kookie-” “who? Excuse me?” His eyes widening. “Jungkook- Jeon- I’m sorry...I’m sorry Mr Jeon.” He eyed the two of you “hm...kang get to work, y/l/n you too.” He began to walk away. “Y/n I’ll send you an email, I really need help on this.”

“Email her I dare you.” You spun in your chair “Mr jeon please! He’ll never get better if I don’t.” He rolled his eyes taking off his glasses, “what was he trained for if he can’t use the damn computer?” Everyone in the office was watching the dispute. “Pft I was trained on any of this! I had you holding my hand the whole way why can’t he?” He started waking the other way, his face glowing crimson. “Get in my office, now y/n.” You sat turning to your work. “No Jeon. I won’t.” “Y/n you can come to my office, or clock out and go home for the rest of the damn month.” All eyes on you like this was some cheesy tv drama, you got up following him.

Once in the safety of his four walls you stood hands on your hips “why kookie, why you being a Jackass?” He turned to face you, anger evident. Swiftly he pulled you by your shirt “talk to me like that outside of this office space the way you did today one more time, and you’ll be begging me to fire you. Yeah?” You nodded earning a open palm slap to your cheek, “yeah? Open your slutty mouth like you did for Kang, am I understood?” “Yeah kookie.” Another slap, your cheek began to burn. “Yes Mr Jeon.” He lifted his hand making you flinch in his grip. “Lovely girl, now get out there, and leave Kang alone or else.”

[timextoxhajima]

Love Me A Little Less: Chapter 1 - Frankenstein

LOVE ME A LITTLE LESS CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Member: (3rd person pov) arranged marriage au with Lee Juyeon

Genre: angsty wangsty

Taglist: @hyunvelies​

“We buried you.”

The feast before Kim Jang Won is absolutely stunning. Lemon meringue tarts, strawberry smoothies (with actual strawberry bits in them), pancakes and freshly buttered croissants, a gorgeous transparent glass pot with the golden shade of chamomile tea and a beautiful tray of puffs and eclairs.

It would be even more stunning if it wasn’t her view every morning though.

“Hey, um, don’t we have like alternating menus or something for breakfast? I feel like I’m eating the same thing every morning now, it’s kinda getting tacky.”

“Miss Kim, I hope you know you’re the one who decides what the menu is. You chose this set like a week ago and you told us not to change it for the next two weeks.”

Jang Won sneers at her butler, arguably the only person on the property to has the guts to talk to her in a way that could get her fired.

“You’re lucky I can trust you.”

Ro Il Jung purses his lips into a thin white line, scratching his cheek with one of those knuckly, wrinkly-skin-covered fingers of his. “You seem to forget that I wanted to retire last year, Miss Kim.”

Jang Won huffs childishly, sticking her tongue out, now a gentle, thick shade of smoothie on her tongue. “I’ll let you retire when I find someone else I can trust, Mr Ro. It’s just too bad I don’t have anybody in mind right now.”

Mr Ro shakes his head like a parent disapproving of his child, but a house guard pulling the heavy doors of the entrance over accompanied by some urgent yelling tears his attention away from the owner of the mansion. 

Jang Won looks up from her butter and croissant, at Mr Ro, who excuses himself before heading for the entrance hall. 

“Sir,” He begins before he can even note the visitor. “If you could--”

“Mr Ro!”

Jang Won hears her butler’s words fade to a complete silent, only listening to their visitor talk. But it’s strange, because it’s a familiar voice...

Mr Ro cannot believe the sight before his eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re still working here. It’s so great to see you again!” Then the visitor pulls Mr Ro into a hug, harshly patting the space between his shoulder blades. 

The lady of the house cannot take it anymore, not when she can’t eavesdrop on the conversation occurring in her own halls. So she gets up from the table, heels clacking against the marble floor as she heads into the entrance hall.

“Alright now, who’s got the guts to stop me in the middle of my French breakfast this morning?”

Mr Ro turns in silent shock, eyes wide and glaring while Jang Won processes the face of the visitor. 

The man hadn’t looked like he aged a day since he was--

“I’m sorry,” Jang Won scoffs, waving her beautifully done manicured fingernails in the air. “If this is some impractical joke, please do tell because my brain is just about to explode from the sight right now. Y’know,” She gestures to her head and mimics the sound of a bomb. 

“Jang Won...” The visitor strides towards her, arms wide. But she raises a palm and shifts backwards, a cautious half-smile mixed with a frown plastered to her flawless skin. 

“Not another step, nuh-uh,” Waving a finger before his nose, she shakes her head. “There is no way in Hell you can be standing here.”

“Oh, but I am, love,” Once a warm voice that sang her to sleep, Jang Won cannot decide if the tears in her eyes are welling from relief or fear. “I’m home.”

“No... no!” She slaps away his outstretched hands. “We... we buried you...”

“And I can only imagine what you’re feeling right now, my child, but... we have more important things to worry about.”

Mr Ro’s face is contorted with a mess of confusion and anxiety and he watches the first tears fall down Jang Won’s cheeks. 

“What...? ‘More important’-- No, how is anything more important than you... standing here?” The last word comes out like a final breath, at a volume just enough for him to hear. 

“I came bearing news, Jang Won. I-- Well...” He rubs the back of his head, eyes tilted down to his feet. “Because I’ve return to the board of administration now... part of the company now comes back to... me--”

What?

“And... you cannot inherit any part of the company unless you are married to someone from a family from the same administration board.”

Jang Won’s tears solidify into fumes of anger as the thought runs through her neurons. The middle aged man begins to panic when he can read the rage in her eyes, her fists now clenched and the markings of her rings probably embedded into the flesh of her palm. Her knuckles begin to turn white as does his face, ever so slightly.

“Now, now, love. I know what you’re thinking and we can sit down and have a chat about this--”

“‘Sit down and have a chat’?” Jang Won scoffs miserably, lower jaw hanging agape. “Why don’t we sit down and let me ask you whiCH SCIENTIST MADE YOU FRANKENSTEIN?!”

The hallways of the mansion echo the shouts, the sound waves bouncing back and forth between the marble walls mostly adorn with gorgeous, one-in-a-million paintings. 

“That’s not important now, hun. I just need you to understand that without this marriage, you will lose the house and everything you own from HERA & ARTEMIS.”

“I built HERA & ARTEMIS after you were fucking bURIED! Who are you to tell me that you will inherit it ownership and I can’t just because I’m not married?!”

“These were instructions from The Board, Jang Won. I had absolutely no say over this--”

“BULLSHIT! If you have the power to take ownership of HERA & ARTEMIS just because you climbed out of your own grave, why don’t you have the power to help m-- Oh, oh...” Jang Won frowns in disdain, disgust welling her lungs and her gut. 

“What?” His eyes widen and shoulders shrug.

“You came back just to tell me this... because you want HERA & ARTEMIS for yourself.”

“What-- No--”

"You... low-life... scumbag!" The sharp shatter of the glass cabinet behind him echoes through the entrance hall of the mansion. One of the palm-sized statues sitting on the table in the middle of the circular hall lands amongst the billion pieces of glass on the marble floor.

"You give me my freedom and now you tell me I have to get married?!" The final word is literally pushed through her teeth when she cannot clench her jaws even harder. The tremors vibrating up her fist and into her arm and then her entire body makes her look like a volcano ready to erupt, so if these people haven't gotten enough, they have yet to see what's in store.

"Just who the HELL do you think you are?!" Grabbing another one of those tiny statues, Jang Won throws it into the other glass door of the cabinet.

"Jang Won, will you calm down?!"

"Don't you DARE tell me to calm down! You waltz back into this house after GOD knows how long- Hell, we BURIED you!"

"There was a mistake of the body identification and frankly, I expected a warmer welcome from you!"

"HA! A ‘warmer welcome’?! What do you want me to do? Set the entire house on fire? Do you want me to? Because I will!" The man has his brows furrowed back, palms out stretched to her. The mansion staff have all gathered a safe distance around the two of them, Mr Ro and some of those closer to Jang Won trying their best to get to her and calm her nerves but there is just absolutely no way she isn’t going to hurl a brick at her father.

"I can't BELIEVE you're standing there as if you own this place," The muscles around Jang Won’s nose twitches as the frown sinks deeper into her forehead. "I want you to hear this mighty well and crystal clear. You may have been the one who gave me life, but you will never EVER be my dad.”

The huffs that are billowing out Jang Won’s nostrils are starting to hurt.

"There is not a single cent you're stepping on - or touching, for that matter - that belongs to you. The only reason why I haven't fucking put a bullet through your right eye is because I'd go to jail and every thing I've worked for would be thrown out the window.”

“Now, now, love, we can sit down and be civilized about this—”

“Fuck you,” The anger surges through her, and she picks up one more palm-sized statue from the blue resin table. The heavy bronze weight leaves her fingers, and before it can hit the slightly aged man, someone reaches out and catches it instead.

“What the HELL are you doing?!” The scream echoes through the hall of the mansion. Younghoon sighs heavily, hand retreating back to his side as he hands the statue to one of the house staff.

“You have no right to get involved in this—”

“Jang Won, let’s go,” Younghoon strides across the space and grabs her arm, back-facing his father and trying to pull her in the opposite direction. “We can talk about this in your office.”

“How are you thinking straight?! We BURIED him! We watched his coffin get lowered into—”

“I know! I was there!” His eyes flutter shut in frustration, shoulders raising as he sucks in a deep breath, flaring his nostrils. “There’s no point destroying your own property over this. We can carry out some investigations, figure out what really happened, then we’ll work from there.”

The grip on her arm tightens when her instincts try to writhe away from him, but obviously, he doesn’t relent.

“Don’t do it. It’s not worth your time, or mine.”

He stares down at Jang Won, but it doesn’t scare her, not when she has a ghost standing right in the middle of some shattered mess. Not one cut on him.

Younghoon grimly shuts the door as Jang Won stomps over to her office desk and rests her palms flat against the Agar Wood surface. With a sharp, swift feat, she swipes nearly all the documents off the furniture. But when she misses the empty glass (that would usually be filled with some kind of alcohol or soda), she doesn't hesitate to pick it off the desk and propel it into the marble by the television mounted to the wall.

The shatter startles Younghoon as he whips around, eyes darting frantically between her and the mess she’s made.

"Jang Won!"

"Should I be concerned you don't seem one bit bothered that a dead man is standing in our living room - MY living room?"

"That dead man is our father."

"No, that dead man WAS our father before he ditched us! How are you not- UGH!"

Frustrated, furious and absolutely exasperate, she plops down into one of the two sofas sitting in the middle of the office, feet almost tempted to kick the frosted glass table in the middle but she holds herself back. Younghoon manages to get a few house staff into the room, who hurriedly help clear the glass and return the documents to the table. Fingers pressed into her temples, Jang Won could only imagine the gratification she could receive have if she had the chance to ram her first into someone's face.

Younghoon waits for the staff to leave, then stands by the sofa opposite her, one hand on his hip and the other running through his hair. The late morning sun reflects off his soft, dark brown locks when he absent-mindedly rubs the back of his head and he proceeds to unbutton his blazer to allow him a seat. The leather squeaks under his weight before he leans his elbows on his knees, knuckles resting under his lips and chin.

"Please tell me you're actually thinking and not just trying to look pretty. You're in my house now, not some studio photoshoot."

"I'm thinking about where to put a whole person for you."

"Don't bother, he's moved half his things into the first guestroom. He's probably holding a conductor's wand right now and asking the staff to help him with the second half."

"Have you called the funeral services?"

"And say what? 'Hey sir, have you... perhaps mis-screwed a coffin about 2 years back and now we might have a problem of a zombie'?"

"I'm just saying someone might've paid someone to replace the bodies!" Younghoon frowns, eyes stuck to the rug under his feet. "We don't know how it happened but someone MUST know, right?"

"I think your best bet is the asshole living down the hall now."

"He's not gonna budge, we both know that."

"Well, Sherlock Holmes, thanks for pointing out the obvious."

"I'm just trying to help. You need to stop your nonsensical whining and use your brain like how you used it to get all this money."

Jang Won picks up a pillow and hurls it into Younghoon. “You’re lucky you still stick around, else I’d have the both of you screwed over.”

Younghoon catches the pillow, holding it to his side. “The day I stop looking out for you is the day I die, alright? So you can be rest assured I’ll--”

“Miss Kim!” Mr Ro’s voice calls out from outside the office. 

“What is it, Mr Ro?” Younghoon turns and returns the call, head tilted towards the door. It croaks open, and Mr Ro’s eyes are tired, wary as he sticks his head in.

“Your father just left and... and I think you should see the news.” Mr Ro pushes past the heavy door and reaches for the remote sitting on the frosted glass. The television screen mounted above the fire place flickers on, and there it was, her father’s face.

“The Board has just confirmed the ownership of HERA & ARTEMIS will thus forth be returned to Kim Jo-Pil, father of Kim Jang Won, the current owner. Investigations as to Kim Jo-Pil’s supposed death two years ago are still ongoing.”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“You can’t.”

“Watch me.”

“We’ll be-- Wha-- The Board’s just come in with some new information! Kim JO-Pil has announced a marriage between Kim Jang Won, current owner of HERA & ARTEMIS and Lee Juyeon, the next-in-line to becoming the next Director of Apple, South Korea.”

Younghoon’s eyeballs are about to bludgeon out of his eye sockets. “Jang Won... I know what you’re thinking... But don’t--”

“I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM!”

[forgottennamesgame]

Not the anon who asked but... Why not both 👀

The anon who sent the initial ask confirmed it was about the FN ROs but I deleted by mistake the ask (yeah, i know, i'm like that some days).

I'll answer here for both FN and SD and hope the other anon sees it😁

So...awful bedhair!

Theo/Thea - They'd tease the MC about it, telling them sth like "do be careful when you go outside love, we don't want the birds to mistake your hair for their nest". But they think the MC is so very cute and they enjoy seeing them like that in the morning.

Selim/Aylin - They have a fit of cute agression, feeling the need to punch a wall so they don't hug the MC to death.

Ilzrus - They patiently try to comb the MC's hair, although they're not the best at it. Well, even if they don't manage to completely tame the hair, they insist that the MC is beautiful and if someone dares to say otherwise, they'll stomp on them.

And for Swallow the Dark:

August - They wake up, look at the MC, snort a laugh and pull them back to bed because they "can't step outside the house like that anyways", so why not sleep a little longer? Also, if the MC promises to make them coffee, they'll fix it for them before leaving for the office.

Darius/Daria - They'll pretend the MC's hair looks perfectly normal, averting their eyes every time someone makes a remark about it (once they arrive at the office) so no one sees how funny they find it. They might have to make more trips to the restroom or to the rooftop of the office building to let out the laughter.

Abel - His own hair is always messy so what's the MC talking about? "Wear it like you wanted it to be exactly like that and it becomes a statement. Now come on, we have things to do, dress up!"

Constance - They have a ton of hair products because her own hair is high maintenance so no worries. Worst case scenario, put a scarf on it. She also has some of those. Although she will remember how the MC looked like and she'll sketch them afterwards because she thought they looked incredibly sweet, like a little hedgehog.

[anxiouslyfred]

The Protector

for @dukexietyweek‘s day 1 prompt of Myths/Supernatural

Summary: Remus’s town has a mythical protector, genuinely just spoken about as the Protector, regardless of what the police have tried to say about it. He’s set on meeting them and getting to know them, even if that means latching on to people vulnerable to assault in some vain attempt to help.

Warnings: vague fight descriptions, financial abuse, sexual innuendos and references, assault mentions, all combated though

/\/\

Remus had always been fascinated by their towns protector. Everyone knew about them, and most of the town believed they were nothing more than a myth, a superstition told to keep their town a pleasant place to live. Why else would their authorities claim there was a vigilante attacking people in their homes or in large groups only for witnesses and victims to claim the people attacked were abusers or involved in gang violence?

No, most of the town thought it was probably just various young men stepping in to help and being protected when the police wanted a target for anything aimed towards one of their own. Remus kept on questioning that though.

He knew all the popular stories, and reports dating back centuries. One night he'd even broken into the station to look through the cases relating to the protector and all of them were the same. There would be an officer involved in assault or abuse, and the description given barely varied, going back hundreds of  years: the height, the hair colour, the build. Whomever this Protector was, they were impossibly old and very much against any form of abuse, including abuse of power.

It took a while for Remus to ask about them at his job in the elderly care home, uncertain who there might accept his questions, but eventually he did.

“The Protector has been around as long as my family has lived here. Far longer than that station has existed, since we were one of the founding families here. I've got diaries from my many times great grandmother describing when they became a protector actually.” Thomas explained, leaning back in his chair with a smile. “Of course then they didn't focus so much on abuse or even what happened around the entire settlement. Grandma always wrote about another intervention happening, chasing away the latest possible apprentice to their Warlock.”

“Warlocks?” Remus loved the idea, but magic was only a thing of fairytales. If it ever existed he was sure that science had killed it off entirely by now.

Thomas chuckled. “Oh yes, magic was still known about at that time. There was a village warlock who took apprentices fairly regularly since they seemed to disappear or die off during experiments a lot. Our Protector was the last apprentice to stay with him for more than a day. After the announcement that he'd vanished and the Warlock was seeking a new apprentice, so the diaries say, they returned, not to work for the warlock, but to stop anybody else from doing so.”

His thoughts boggled at the idea, coming up with reason after reason that their Protector might chase people away from working with the Warlock, from a jealous rejected love, to dangerous experiments being forced on the people around the warlock. Nothing that an old diary was likely to include so he swapped focus. “But why fight abuse now? Or for all this time even? If they live so long surely they could travel, explore, find the most amazing creatures and live with them abandoning all humanity.”

“That's a question better asked to them, Care Duke. Come on, I'm late for my pills.” Thomas shook himself out of the story, clapping his hands and glancing towards the clock.

Remus moved automatically through the help Thomas needed before carrying on with his rounds, his mind still focused on the Protector and how he could possibly meet this elusive person.

/RV\

The first time Remus met the Protector it wasn't deliberate.

He and his brother had always stood out at school. They were too extravagant, too emotional to quietly pass under the radar. Roman had used it to excel in theatre, and become a well known name, while Remus used it to rebel.

Roman had recently come out publically and while most of the media had been supportive, Remus could imagine the hatred that would spew forth from the bigots in their perfect little houses. That was why he'd decided to walk his brother home from the theatre, adding a little extra protection for the only person in his family that listened to his ideas.

A bat coming out of nowhere was only just dodged as they passed an alley, but before either of them could fight back it was like the shadows were attacking for them. A dark fist from behind the bin hitting the hand holding the bat enough it was dropped.

“Holy darkness, Ro-ro it's the Protector! Where are you shadow face? Can I see you? Know you? Touch all your sensitive places and worship you?” Remus was rambling as he watched more limbs for and then dissolve, knocking out their attackers as low growling noises came from further back.

Roman had instead backed up against the wall, scrambling for his bag where one of the prop weapons had been given to him. “I – I don't need protecting. I can defend myself. They just – just caught me off guard, see. I'm all armed and ready!”

“Armed and ready to fight nothing.” A cloaked figure finally stepped forwards as the shadow limbs finished dissipating. “Aside from being an actor with no experience in a real fight where you need to make contact with the other person. What exactly did you think a prop in your bag would do?”

“Give me a chance to meet our towns Protector!” Remus insisted, bouncing over to the stranger and leering over their outfit. “Gotta say the outfit is kinda 2 centuries ago. Want me to get you some new clothes? Come find you here once I've got them?”

The Protector frowned at him, “You are far to excited to have just gotten attacked, and I don't need pity. These clothes serve me well and I can sew anything else I need.”

Remus couldn't say anything more as the Protector faded back into the shadows until there was no person with them anymore.

“So that happened. Want to teach me hand to hand or something tomorrow? Get out of the family home?” Roman blinked, tugging Remus onwards when he made no move to carry on.

/rv\

Remus planned his second meeting with the Protector, deciding to at least ask their name and hoping the hoodie he'd found in a similar colour to their cloak would be accepted. He didn't care if nothing could happen with this centuries old person, he wanted to know them better, possibly even stop them being so lonely that rejecting everyone was their instant response.

Remembering how to find or meet the Protector was another thing. It meant Remus had to be a victim in a loud enough way they'd show up, or at the very least be outnumbered while trying to help a victim of some form of abuse.

“Hey shooting stars. You're all looking completely edible tonight and I'm on patrol to locate and take out any cannibals. Can I stick with you for when they get lured in?” Remus knew the line was ridiculous and definitely sounded like a pick up line, but he'd seen them in the club and had already heard a few of the idiots in town making predatory comments.

“Are you literally asking us to be your wing man, or are you just wanting an excuse to get into a fight?” Valerie countered, glancing at him, and probably mistaking him for Roman, given she was friends with his brother.

Remus went with it whichever. “Excuse to fight, plus Roman'll throw a bitch fit if you get harassed at all. I suggested he starts a patrol with that prop sword of his but apparently no matter how sharpened I make it it just isn't up to protecting standards yet, the poncy coward.”

The group of girls just nodded then, letting him stay close but otherwise ignoring his inclusion in their group. Remus didn't mind though. He was more focused on watching out for anyone that seemed likely to try attacking them, and being on guard against it happening. He was going to at least help the Protector this time.

And he did manage to.

It was only Remus and 2 of the girls from the club when some overly entitled block made a grab for one of them and Remus met the reaching hands with his fist. There were four other men with them and while Remus swept his leg in a low kick to knock them to the ground he glimpsed the shadows coming out too.

Just like when he'd been with Roman the fight after that was quickly finished. Shadows were impossible for the men to fight but the girls had already started running to their separate homes. Remus would bet that there'd be thank you cards or something dropped off at the family home for him soon and didn't look forward to the questions that would bring.

“Don't usually have repeat damsel's. Then again, if you want me to actually save you rather than the people you hang out with let me know.” The Protector comments, walking out from the darkest shadows to stand beside Remus.

“Do I get to control you if I know your name? Also should I wear a dress next time if I'm your Damsel? And I thought this hoodie would be softer than that cloak. Well if you still care about that after however long you've been alive.” Remus had stumbled across the name thing when trying to read up on myths outside of the ones just for his town and had been curious about it ever since.

The Protector snorted, shaking their head. “It's Virgil and I could ask you the same thing since you keep asking questions instead of making introductions. If you wanna wear a dress then go ahead. Would suggest something short if you're going to defend yourself in a fight though.” They didn't make a move to take the hoodie until Remus basically forced it into their hands.

“Remus, He/him pronouns thank you very much. Are you just wanting a better view of my merchandise by getting me into short skirts?” He laughed, dodging back from Virgil when they tried to give the hoodie back immediately. “Nope, got that one for you. The one for me got a little stained when remembering just how how your mysterious disappear into the shadows thing was last time we met. So do you just fight with those shadow hands or do you use them more pleasurably too?”

Virgil glanced down at the hoodie, frowning from the second sentence Remus had said. “Pronouns are a thing people talk about now? Beyond just his or hers type things?”

“Yep, kinda wondering where you fall on the gender spectrum too, but I don't care as long as you completely wreck me, whether with your actual hands or those shadow limbs of yours.” Remus quipped, giving voice to the thoughts he'd swallow down usually. It wasn't worth paying extra rent if his family heard he'd made some comment or other and he just wanted out of that thrice damned family home.

No reply came and Remus couldn't even remember Virgil vanishing into his shadows although he'd been looking at the Protector the entire time they spoke.

/vr\

Of course after that meeting Remus was still looking for other people he could help protect, walk home with or just be around in the hopes of seeing Virgil again. Perhaps it had been something of an obsession with a town myth when he first started wanting to meet The Protector, but now he just wanted to know this gorgeous, quick thinking person again, and since they never seemed to be among the people that meant becoming a target for abuse or helping others that might be.

He had gotten a few short skirts to wear too, and would make sure to change into them in back alley's so nothing would get said at home. Spirits knew his parents would just claim that if he had money to spend of frivolous things like skirts then he should be putting more into the family income.

“Jay-Jay! I keep telling you, if ya want to learn how to fight, I'm more than willing to teach you!” Remus had jumped over to one of the college kids that had moved to their town for the semester. He'd practically adopted this kid by now, or would have if not for their refusal.

“And I keep telling you that this is all part of my plan. They don't realise just how much I can get added to their records and by the time they do, it'll be too late and their lives will be ruined forever.” Janus hissed back, shrugging his backpack further up, and glancing back towards the school.

There had always been a bullying issue between the kids that grew up in the town and stayed there for college and the ones that decided to come here from a few towns nearby. Remus didn't think it was something Virgil would try to combat but he was going to try this one on his own.

Or he would have if he'd seen the sports team coming out of school that evening and grabbing his arms just as he was trying to convince Janus to learn how to fight one more time.

“Looks like we've got-” The words were cut off as shadows yanked the one who'd caught Remus sharply back into the wall.

That move had been enough to get Remus throwing punches too, focusing on the guy that had tried to grab Janus although the student had dodged away somehow without turning to see who was close.

“Protector?” Startled whispers fled through the sports team before they were backing away from Remus and warily eyeing the shadows nearby. At least they knew the stories of the town enough to recognise when the towns myth came to meet them.

Janus however was still frowning after them. “What or who the hell is this Protector?” He hissed after a second, only to jump when he saw Virgil upon turning around.

“The Towns Protector. It's kind of a myth come true that everyone knows but most people don't believe in. Looks like you just got some more people to believe in you now, Shadow-Man!” Remus crowed, throwing himself onto Virgil now they'd properly appeared.

“Sure...” Janus took a few steps backwards. “Well then I guess I have even more reason to refuse your fighting lessons so I'm just going to head home and you two can do whatever the fuck this is.”

Remus is cackling as the kid speed walks away, looking for all the world like he was completely relaxed if not for the speed of his steps.

“I'm just going to stick with he/him pronouns for now. It's been too many centuries for me to adjust them, besides it's not like anyone other than you is going to use them.” Virgil murmurs, arms tentatively around Remus where he'd been caught.

“Your choice, Wall Creeper. What do you think of the skirt anyway?” He steps away to show off the outfit just for Virgil, enjoying how his gaze drags over him.

Virgil's smirk grows slowly. “Definitely scandalous if you were in the year I became this, but I'm guessing a bit more acceptable now.”

“Or a flashing light to any transphobes to scream 'fight me! I dare you!'” Remus loved that idea. He would stick it to any asshole trying to judge people on who they were.

There was another snort in response. “So you really do just like making yourself a target for abuse. I did wonder.”

“Maybe I'm just trying to get your attention. Gorgeous man, just waiting to play hero and knock out the abusers in my town. How's a guy to resist?” Remus couldn't stop the flirtatious comments. He wanted and lusted for this living myth.

This time Virgil seemed willing to return the flirting though, raising his eyebrow.

Remus didn't realise until he was back in the family home that his Protector had actually stayed talking to him for a lot longer than he'd usually remained.

/rv\

The Protector intervened with abuse and assaults around the town Remus lived in and had done ever since the last warlock in the town died. Everyone who grew up there new the stories and claimed to love or respect all their neighbours because of it.

Remus had never considered anything about his families views of money and earnings would be enough to have Virgil visit his home and after the incident with Janus he was finding the other people around town acted as if he himself was the Protector.

A couple of the shop keepers had actually asked how the title got passed down since they couldn't believe any of Remus's relatives might have filled the role. They'd insisted on giving him a discount and a few people had directed thank you letters or gifts to him over something Virgil had done elsewhere in the town.

That might have been why his genetic donors were now demanding more money and explanations over just what he was doing in town so often.

They had been at least. Now shadow arms had reached from the walls to cover their mouths and wrap around their throats while Remus just looked around, frantically.

“VIRGIL!” The cry was automatic. It looked like his family were going to be suffocated and he knew the only person in town with shadow limbs was his Protector.

No matter what Remus thought of his genetic donors he didn't want their deaths.

“Yes Woodland Ivy? Is there something more you need?” Virgil stepped into the room, sneering at the people he was holding restrained.

“Loving the bondage possibilities of your shadow limbs, but kind of freaked out that you want to use them on these guys.” He stated, recognising the fear in their eyes as well as that Virgil was more annoyed, probably even angry than he'd ever been when they'd encountered each other before.

The words did nothing to get them released though, in fact they were dragged back into the wall by the hands at their throats, now making almost pleading noises.

Virgil looked over them, scowling. “Financial abuse is one that I stopped encountering at least 2 generations ago around here. Women stopped letting men control the bank accounts, even insisted on having their own and suddenly it was so much less likely to happen. Do you recognise what you've been living through, Remus?”

Remus had known his and Roman's family life wasn't good. He'd done everything he could to keep their genetic donors unaware that Roman actually earned money acting until he was already out of the house, but he had never heard that it could be a form of abuse. Looking to Virgil now he knew there was only one person in the room he actually trusted to look after his best interests and it wasn't the people who had raised him.

“Some out dated form of abuse that's far more boring than the stories of castle dungeons I've read about? I always thought it would be that stretchy thing someone went for, claiming I'm too small to have so much to say, well at least if we're looking at ancient torture techniques.” He rambled, wondering if there was a distraction that would get Virgil to let them go.

Letters being brought through from the rest of the house made that doubtful though, especially when Remus realised they were all bank statements, both his and the back currently restrained.

“When I thought there might be a reason Remus kept putting himself in harms way I never expected to find this. In fact I thought perhaps he's just got a family of adrenaline seekers or something. It's plausible after meeting Roman at least.” Virgil was muttering, but any move Remus's parents made had his shadows tightening, or more coming out to hold them even more securely. His attention was definitely not on the statements.

The Protector had never been known to kill in all the stories, reports and rumours about him. People only ever said the Protector would teach abusers fear and get the abused to safety if possible. Remus knew in that moment this wasn't the Protector but just Virgil, the man he'd found through his title and fallen for as they got to know each other. He couldn't predict or use the wild thoughts in his mind to help out now.

“Can I come with you then?” He blurted out. It was the only thing that might get the limbs to stop suffocating family he tried to distance himself from, almost as much as the family home they were all stood in.

Virgil froze at the suggestion, before throwing all but one of the statements away to wrap an arm over Remus's shoulders. “That as blunt as I've heard you be about wanting me around. You want to live with me and date me, Remus or was that all teasing.”

“I want everything you're willing to share with me, especially the dirty, the wild, and a vivid exploration of the pleasure these shadow limbs could bring.” Remus leant into it, revelling when the scared looks momentarily turned disgusted. He could finally show something of himself to these bastards without worrying about being left penniless for the month.

Virgil only gave him a quick kiss before turning back to the people before them. “Since Remus has made that decision then, my concern is what to do with you. Are you going to try and carry this on, bother Roman with claims of poverty if I let you go?” He growled out.

The pair were shaking their heads frantically and probably would have done more if they could move at all.

“Good, because we are staying in touch with him, and we will find out. Now, looking at how much you each earn, how much Remus has been putting into this account and the amount that remains in it, you owe him a hell of a lot of money. By the end of the week you'll see to it that the number written at the bottom of this statement is transferred into Remus's account, or you'll be seeing me again.” Virgil's grin was dark, his voice was low and Remus was shivering at it.

He knew he should be more focused on just how much he was about to get and the financial freedom suddenly coming to him, but was far more interested in the sexual restraints and commands his Protector might soon be giving him. It was a far more interesting thing to think about.