#artem x gn reader

[astranne]

— pet names.

fandom. tears of themis

pairing. artem wing x gn!reader

content warnings. none, besides artem being the perfect malewife <3, not proofread/edited, written in lowercase

word count. 0.5k

notes. first tot work and this is also my first 'payment' to my beloved mimi 🫶 ty for exploring inazuma for me hehe. second part with marius will come soon (dunno how soon tho)

my dear.

he uses my dear the most. it just rolls off his tongue, with no problem. he will call you ‘his dear’ in public, absolutely no shame when others look at him. after all, he has a certain reputation, and it’s just so surprising to see the artem wing being so soft with his partner, especially in public.

he calls you his dear because you are very dear to him. you’re his everything, his love, his soul, just his. and he hopes this will be until the end of his days, with you by his side. 

when he calls you ‘my dear’, his voice softens, but is still strong. he uses this pet name to show his love as much as he can, without saying ‘i love you’ every second. he will call you his dear unconsciously, often replacing your name with it, without even noticing. not that you care, you find it rather sweet, but artem sometimes feels mortified, blushing when he notices he has forgone your name once again and straight went to using a pet name. 

darling.

he uses darling a little less than ‘my dear’, yet you can still hear it often from him. his voice curls around the word, and he speaks it out with so much care and love, it leaves you breathless every time. 

‘darling’ will always have a special place in your heart, not because of a special memory or occasion, oh no. it’s the way artem says it. the way he looks, eyes full of love and so soft, only and just for you. 

artem tries not to use darling in public, something in him just doesn’t want other witness you blushing and whisper sweet words back to him. he treasures those moments, moments with only the two of you and no one else. 

love.

artem calls you love in his most vulnerable moments. be it when he’s tipsy, sad, tired or overworked. when he calls you ‘love’, you know he needs you. he needs you close and with him, sometimes just join him in silence or whisper about the things you’ve done today. 

love… love is a pet name he uses when artem loves you the most. because you stick to him, you continue to be with him, through thick and thin. and while he often says ‘i love you’, calling you ‘love’ mends something in his lone heart, now warmed by your presence. 

beloved mine.

beloved mine is his most treasured pet name. he whispers those two words with the most care he can, filled with the deep love he feels for you. artem won’t utter those in public, nor when someone else is near. these words are treasured and only yours, yours to hear and his to say.

artem will whisper the pet name while he gives you the sweetest kisses, the longest hugs or after another breathy ‘i love you’. he uses it when you’re alone, close to him, so you can hear how much he loves you. he can’t go all day and say ‘i love you’ on repeat, but he can pamper you while calling you his beloved. 

sweet and soft, innocent, almost airly- this is how he utters it, embodying himself with nothing more but two simple words. and yet… he’s not the only one. you are so bold and call him beloved all the time, staking your claim, telling him how much you love him. everything he does, all the love he gives you return equally. 

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ASTRANNE 2023

[slimearchon]

Artem x Gn Reader Paper cuts and tea cups

You sighed as you flicked through the massive mountain of papers on your desk. You had taken on a case that came with a lot of technical details and it was also heavy on a topic you had no knowledge of so your paper work was doubled due to the research you were also doing to fully understand the case.

You settled into your office chair, thanking the executives that provided the whole floor with an office chair each. You had loved the chair since it was pulled out of the box and researched the brand in hopes of buying your little desk at home a new chair.

The two thousand dollar price tag had sent you running to click the exit on the tab. Way out of your budget. So you settled for simply appreciating the one you had at work that got you through the long hours.

You shuffled through your desk to look for the finger grips that helped you flip through the page’s easier. You only spotted a hygiene balm that replaced the need to lick your finger tip to flick through the pile of pages. You used it a few times before you grew tired of the waxy feel on your fingers.

You closed the drawer closed with more force than needed but the soft close mechanism on the drawer prevented your fellow coworkers from hearing it slam in anger.

There was an office thief around and they had taken your finger grips.

You trudge on through the paper work bare handed. The clock on the wall ticking away, making your last hour of work seem to last longer.

You were unaware of Artem peeking at you from the office kitchen. He had seen how you were diligently working away and wanted to brew you a cup of your favorite tea to help you through the later half of the workday.

His hands were warmed by the mug, his hands somehow transferring the warmth to his face as he gazed at you from afar.

You truly put him under a love spell.

He took a deep breath before making his way over to you, nearing closer he said your name. “I made you some tea.”

He picked up a pile of papers and moved them to the side to be able to set the mug down onto the desk. He peered at the vast amount of papers.

“Let’s hope this court case is over with soon. I can’t have my employees overwork themselves.” He commented, his voice soft and warm.

“Thanks for the tea.” You smiled, reaching to take a sip from the cup.

He didn’t have anything more to add so while he wanted to linger around you and your bright presence he slipped away from the desk and walked back to his office, he left his door open in case you wanted to come to him for some questions you might have.

He was curious when he heard a knock on his door not even a minute later, you two were the last employees on the floor. Even without the workplace being vacant he would be able to recognize your unique knock anywhere.

“Do you know where the bandaids are?” You leaned your head over the doorway, half your body behind the doorway.

He stood up, pushing his office chair back with force. “What happened? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” His blue eyes darted around your form, frantic.

You smiled and lifted a finger, “Just a silly paper cut.”

“An injury isn’t silly. Let me see.” He rushes over to your side and lifts your hand to his eye level.

Beads of crimson pebble on your fingertip. He tutted his lips, his brow pinching. He leads you to the communal kitchen and opens a draw along the way.

Quickly grabbing a bandaid from the box and closing it shut with his hip. He led you to the sink and held your hand under the faucet.

He turned it on and watched as the blood washed down the drain. He gave you a half grimace and smile when you hissed that it hurt a bit.

He had also plucked up some healing ointment from the drawer. He got a napkin and spread the cream onto your cut before carefully wrapping it in the bandaid.

You would think he was performing surgery with the way he was so focused on wrapping the bandage so delicately around your finger.

“You can’t wrap it too tight or else you can cut off the blood flow in your finger.” He said, as he smoothed down the bandaid.

You just nodded at his words, trying to stop the warmth from his body heat and the breath that fanned your hand from sending warmth across your chest and cheeks.

Artem seemed like a stern man but he was always so gentle and kind with you.

“Thanks.” You finally found your words, your hand still clasped in his even after he was done helping you.

He looked down at your intertwined hands and abruptly dropped your hands. “No problem, anything to help out a fellow employee. I have a few papers to look over. Let me know if you need anything.”

He skirted past you and down the hall into his office. Just as he was out of your sight he instantly grabbed at his chest.

His face boiling hot. His feelings for you were just getting stronger, he only hopes you might return his feelings one day.

[kissofthemis]

hello!! i saw request of reader saving nxx boys from people flirting/harassing them so i was thinking could you write about the opposite? id love to see nxx boys being protective^_^ love your writing!!

Thank you for the kind words, anon! Sorry for the wait!

❤️ Artem ❤️

"Yes, I have plans tonight. Yeah, tomorrow night as well. I'm a rather busy person, honestly...."

Despite your best efforts to deflect the stranger's attempts at flirting, clearly "no" was a hard concept for this pushy person to grasp. Artem could not blame you for not wanting to be direct; you were kind and courteous, never wanting to offend others or hurt their feelings if you could avoid it.

But this arrogant persistence was a force to be reckoned with.

"My phone number? To schedule something later? Ah..."

Artem Wing could hardly call himself a champion of justice if he allowed someone so conceited and disrespectful to be victorious here.

"Are you ready to head home?"

You seemed a bit startled as Artem appeared beside you, but the relief in your eyes was evident. "Y-yes. I just finished up for the day."

Artem nodded briskly. "Excellent. I took out chicken this morning, and I was wondering if you'd rather have it grilled or breaded & stir-fried. We can discuss in the car."

He gave a quick glance to the stranger who'd been pestering you, who had become strangely silent once Artem had shown up. The look in the attorney's eyes was collected and calm, but sharp with an iciness that could freeze one to the bone.

"Have a good evening."

More indirect than his usual style, but intense enough to get the point across.

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💛 Luke 💛

"I'm in a hurry, I'm sorry."

"Can't even give me your number? Just your number, for when you aren't busy?"

"I... I'm running late...."

The discomfort in your voice was evident as Luke turned the corner to pick you up after work. Evidently he should have chosen a better spot to meet up, because this corner was swarming with pushy, insensitive animals.

"Swarming" may not have been the correct term, but just one scumbag harassing you was one too many in Luke's eyes.

"You're so cold." What a pitiful whine. "Would it kill you to smile and be friendly?"

"You want a smile, huh?"

Luke pulled up to your side at that moment, and he firmly placed his hand on your shoulder as he stared the harasser down. "You're not much to smile at, hotshot, but I'll do my best."

"Who the hell are you, kid? Get lost."

Agitation. A natural response when a greedy predator comes face to face with a rival.

But Luke had no qualms about knocking a small fry down a peg or two.

The corners of his mouth turned upward into a smirk, and he stretched his lips into a wide, toothy grin. At least, his face read "grin," but the light in his smile did not reach his eyes, which only swarmed with smoking fury and threatening shadow, like a stormcloud about to burst.

Perhaps it was the unsettling, cocky grin that made this fool step back. Perhaps it was the bloodlust in Raven's gaze. In any event, a loud curse was the only word of farewell before the nuisance turned and headed off. Luke felt as though he were watching a small dog stomp off with its tail between its legs.

"L-Luke..." you began cautiously. The brunet turned to you curiously, his eyes now sparkling and his mouth set in a lopsided, well-meaning smile. At the sudden change in demeanor, you couldn't help but let out a loq chuckle. "You're going to give someone a heart attack one of these days, you big guard dog."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💜 Marius 💜

Backed against a wall.

This wasn't the first time someone had inquired into your relationship with the Marius von Hagen, president of Pax, but...

"Good morning! Meeting Mr. von Hagen? How does he take his coffee? Would you answer a couple of que--"

You slammed the door in the paparazzi's face. Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined that getting caught on one outing with Marius would result in nosy reporters coming to your home!

With a sigh you slid down against the front door, landing in an unceremonious heap on the floor. How were you supposed to leave today? Or any day? You had errands to run, tasks to do, bills to pay, and you really, really wanted to check out the craft fair at Central Plaza this weekend!

A soft buzzing in your pocket distracted you temporarily from your growing worries.

"See you in 10."

What? Marius was on his way here? Wouldn't that cause even more problems?

You didn't get a chance to assemble your thoughts before a low rumble began to vibrate in your ears and make your entire body shake.

"Go on! Get out of here! You're a public nuisance, and I've got a fantastic attorney! Isn't a guy allowed to have friends?!"

You peered out of your window, and there was Pax's main man, wind whipping his dark bangs in his handsome face. He gripped a megaphone in his hands, looking relaxed and smug, but his knuckles were white with his stress. Vincent must have given him a heads up.

Marius' voice blasting out of the megaphone simultaneously filled you with hope and warmth, but also horror and despair. How would you ever beat the dating allegations now?

More importantly, where was he planning to park a helicopter?!

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💚 Vyn 💚

"Thank you."

You dipped your head politely to acknowledge your gratitude to the stranger who had offered to lead you to the student center. Stellis University's campus looked much different in the evening light, when fewer students were milling about. You should have been able to find it on your own, and yet...

For better or for worse, a young man had noticed you, and when he approached you explained your situation. He had agreed to lead you over, perhaps a bit too gleefully. But you were grateful for the help, and so you acquiesced, but you kept your finger hovering over a "dial" button on your phone just in case.

After your quick goodbye, you spun on your heel to enter the student center.

However, your escort didn't seem too thrilled to see you leaving so speedily.

"That's it?" he huffed. "A half-assed thank you? No phone number, no hug, not even a last name? Are you serious?" His voice kept rising with each word, his tone growing steadily angrier. "I did you a favor by even talking to an ugly brat like you. Have you ever tried smiling with that gloomy face of yours, you miserable fuck?"

Ah. One of those.

You weren't going to dignify that with a response, but then you heard footsteps behind you.

No. Don't come closer. You didn't want any trouble, least of all from an entitled, arrogant--

"Aha. I was afraid I'd have to send campus security out looking for you."

A familiar voice hummed by your ear, and your face lit up with relief. "Dr. Richter!"

A slender but firm hand rested on your shoulder, and you looked up to see bright golden eyes meet yours. Those eyes were like a beacon in the darkening night, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of them.

"The swing dancing starts any minute now. You have impeccable timing, as always." He let out a breathy chuckle.

"That should be my line, Dr. Richter," you retorted lightly.

Of course, the punk behind you hadn't left or stopped shouting. In fact, his rage only seemed to have grown since Vyn appeared, but Vyn paid him absolutely no mind. He must deal with rowdy students regularly, but this was something else entirely.

"Before we go inside," Vyn began, reaching into his coat pocket. "Let's clean you up."

"Hmm?" You didn't think you had any dirt on you, but you didn't protest as Vyn pulled out a silk handkerchief and gently began dabbing at your cheeks, nose, and hands.

"After all," he continued, and he lifted his gaze from your skin. But his eyes didn't go to yours this time; he appeared to be staring past you, at someone else.

You were grateful you couldn't see the exact look in his eyes as he murmured in a voice colder than the night breeze and sharper than a doctor's scalpel, "Spending too much time around ill-mannered, foul-tempered, idiotic boors is proven to be terrible for your health." His voice dropped an octave, and you couldn't help but shiver as he finished,

"And... if they are as foolish as they are filthy, terrible for their health as well."

[chocolain]

If you see me liking character x fem!reader stuff just know its bc there was bearly any M!reader content on said character.

[kiskyz]

“Peaceful Rest”

was artems birthday yesterday? yes. yes it was. is this something for his birthday? yes. yes it is.

TW: general yandere stuff, mentions of drugging

Artem ran his fingers through your hair gently. 

“Your hair’s soft.” He hummed.

A mix of reds, oranges, and yellows shined through the window onto you from the setting sun

Artem found the scene ethereal. 

He felt safe with you in his touch. 

With every stroke of his fingers through your hair, his worries were erased.

He liked what you got him for his birthday, but he liked you being with him even more. 

Just you and him.

Artem froze as you rolled over to your other side.

He watched your chest rise and fall for a few minutes, still unmoving. His eyes moved, searching for any sign of consciousness.

He slowly resumed his touch.

He didn’t want to wake you up from your “rest.”

Artem was very good about not making too much noise or movement that may wake you up. He had carried you gently to the couch and quietly cleaned the table, you had accidentally knocked over your cup, spilling its contents.

“Dinner was nice,” He smiled at you, “even if it had been cut short by your sudden ‘sleepiness.”

He went back to watching the sun finally go below the horizon.

“You were just tired.” He said quietly.

Artem had already gotten rid of the evidence, yet he couldn’t help but still worry.

Would you connect the dots?

He looked down at you, “Sorry…”

In the trash, buried deep, sat a bottle of Rohypnol.

[aikofanfan]

Obey me, Themis! [Part 2]

Part 1: Link

Update: Part 3 is out!

Summary: Nothing ever goes according to plan. Now working side by side with Rosa and finding the answer as to how a plant from the Devildom that’s deadly to humans ended up in the Human World.

Pairings: Gn!Mc x Lucifer and heavy hints to Rosa x Artem

Warnings: Drugs

A/n: This basically just became a buddy cop story if you think about it. ⚖️😈

“I think I know where we can start.”

~Meanwhile~

Rosa had insisted you stay at her apartment instead of finding some hotel in the city. So here you were hanging around while she did whatever she went off to with Luke. You were laying on the couch, playing with your phone when it rang.

“Yo.” You greet.

“Are you still at the apartment?” Rosa asks, sounding oddly serious which makes you change your tune.

“Yeah. Something wrong?” You ask.

“I’ll explain once you get here. Luke is on his way to pick you up.” She says and hangs up without another word. So many questions come to mind as you get a text from Luke saying he’s here.

“What’s going on? Did something happen?” You ask as you slip into the passenger seat of the car.

“Rosa didn’t tell you?” He asks as he drives off.

“No she said she’ll explain when I get there. Where is there?” You keep prying. Luke looks at the road, seeming conflicted on what to say. He decided not to say anything and you make a face.

~~~~~

He pulls up to a building and Rosa was there waiting outside. You quickly get out and she rushes over to meet you half way.

“I know you have a lot of questions-”

“About enough to fill a cargo plane.”

She winced a little at your tone and you dial it back. She has a reason you’re sure, relax.

“I-we need your help with a case.” She began, gauging your reaction.

“We?” You repeat. You glance around and Luke was still there, standing off to the side then you look at the building. “….alright you two what the hell is going on?”

One lengthy explanation later and you aren’t even sure what to think. NXX? Rosa and Luke? Along with the other three you met?

You pace around as you take in what they told you and why they brought you here.

“I know what you’re probably thinking but you are the only person I know that can help us with this.” Rosa says as she walks up to you. “If I’m right, you did want to tell Luke at some point.”

“But like this?” You gesture to the building. You know she’s trying to brighten the mood and all but. “I’ll help.”

“Really??” She gasps. You nod.

“If you’re right then a whole lot more people are going to get involved.” You say, becoming serious. Rosa nods and she with Luke lead you inside.

No one says anything but you feel everyone looking at you and Rosa as she leads you to the table in the center. She hands you a small bag with a plant you instantly recognize. Although its effects to demons are that of normal happy drugs- to humans the reactions are far more serious.

“MC?” Rosa asks softly beside you.

“I know what it is.” You confirm, holding it up into the light to get a better look. “Best way I can describe it is demonic marijuana. Incredibly harmful to humans.”

“So that means…” Rosa trials off as she thinks.

“It is from where you thought it was, Rosa. Good eye.” You pat her back.

“Care to explain a bit more?” Marius asks. You glance at him and the others, sighing.

“It’s from the Devildom. Or as you would call it- Hell.” You explain. “Since it looks like I’ll be working with you guys on this. I better come clean.”

“My name is MC as you know and as the doc here guessed, there’s more to me than meets the eye.” You say and before anyone has a chance to call you crazy, you snap your fingers and the four men are lifted up into the air by your magic. “I can travel between the three realms and have pacts with the seven rulers of Hell. You might know them.”

You set them all down and cross your arms. They all look perplexed. Luke seemed to have connected the dots.

“Is this part of why you went missing for a year?!” He asks.

“Yes.” You answered. “I’ll tell you all the details later but just know I have many connections.”

“I know this is a lot but they’re the best lead we have.” Rosa says, being able to tell Artem Marius and Vyn are still unsure about this. And then Marius laughs.

“Just when you think you’ve figured the world out more stuff gets thrown at you.” He says.

“So?” Rosa asks.

“They can join this investigation. It’d be foolish not to after that display.” Vyn says and everyone agreed.

“It just doesn’t make sense though. Traveling between the realms isn’t that easy. A regular human or demon shouldn’t be able to do it.” You mutter.

“We have some idea as to where it started to appear.” Marius says and you nod.

“You look into that. Looks like I’m heading back to the Devildom sooner than I had planned to.” You sigh.

“Let me go with!” Rosa pipes up.

“Eh?” You blink at her.

“I have the files and everything we know about this already.” Rosa says. She had a point but…

“Alright then I guess we can spilt up into teams. Three stay here and two of you can come with me.” You state and before anyone can have a say. “Rosa and pretty boy. Let’s go.”

You point at Rosa then to Artem. The lawyer points to himself and you nod. “Yeah you pretty boy. Come on.”

“Wait now?” He asks. You nod again.

“The sooner we get this ball rolling the sooner we get answers.” You explain. Rosa nodded agreement and helped him gather all the things they were going to need. You walk out of the building with the two and pull out your DDD.

“Your friend is bossy.” Marius says to Luke.

“That just means we have a good member on our side, no?” Luke grins.

“I’m surprised you aren’t freaking out. You seem just as protective over them as you are with Rosa.” Marius comments.

“I’m worried yes but now isn’t the time for that plus they can use magic. They’d sooner flip me around like a pancake before I get a word out I’m sure.” Luke states.

“Yes I know it’s late but I’m only calling so you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” You huffed and hang up.

“Who was that?” Rosa asks. “Was that your boyfriend???”

“ANYWHO.” You say and hear the little tease giggle. “Hold onto to me or each other and get ready to land- somewhere.”

You focus, picturing the House of Lamentation which wasn’t hard since it practically your second home. With a clear image in your head, magic flows around the three of you and poof!

~~~~~

You land on your feet and have to act fast, catching Rosa and then Artem.

“What part of hold onto me or each other did you not understand?” You ask as you set the man down. “Ah whatever.”

“Seeing it in person vs in pictures are so very different.” Rosa says, eyeing the big mansion. Meanwhile Artem was looking around and backs up closer to Rosa and you when he sees demons eyeing them.

“Um MC?” He asks. You glance over and like a switch in your head-

“OI! The fuck are you looking at huh?!” You hiss, eyes flaring up in wrathful green.

“Oh shit that’s MC!”

“Let’s get out of here!”

You watch the demons run off once they realize the two humans are with you. Your eyes change back to their original color as you calm down.

“Now then.” You whirl back around to face the two lawyers who jaws were dropped. “Hm?”

“Hm? HM??? MC that was amazing!” Rosa says as she claps.

“Indeed any doubts I may have had left are long gone.” Artem adds as he too claps. “Seems like your name holds a lot of weight to it.”

“Yeah it wasn’t easy. Ah anyway! Welcome to the Devildom. This is the House of Lamentation.” You say.

“Right. You told me this is where you stay anytime you came down here right?” Rosa asks as you lead them inside with your spare key.

“Correct. Now it’s technically late so everyone will be asleep.” You explain and walk in with them.

“Who’s everyone?” Artem asks. You just grin and give him a wink. To your surprise you see a light coming from the living room.

“Oh he better not have.” You mumble.

“Something wrong?” Rosa asks. You simply motion for them to follow. You walk down and peak into the room and low and behold.

“Lucifer.” You huff. The demon in the chair looks up, he was still in his sleep wear.

“Lucifer???” Rosa gasps. “Like as in- THAT Lucifer???”

“Yeah yeah avatar of pride n all that. I told you you didn’t have to stay awake.” You shrug off the shocked Rosa and walk over to the man as he closed the book he was reading.

“You call in the middle of the night and don’t even explain what’s wrong. Why would I fall back asleep?” He asks as he stands up.

“Because you don’t know the meaning of sleep and you sleeping is rare.” You state, cupping his face. “This situation is urgent I won’t lie but it still could’ve waited till morning.”

Lucifer holds your hands, turning his head and kissing you on the palm of your right hand. His way of telling you not to worry with no words needing to be said.

“Wait your boyfriend is LUCIFER???”

You both look to Rosa who had smacked her hands over her mouth, not having meant to blurt that out loud.

“Right you two.” You sigh and let Lucifer go. “Luci this is my best friend Rosa and this is Artem Wing.”

“Humans.” He states.

“Yeah. Look we’re gonna need you and probably Dia’s help. Maybe more than that.” You began. Seeing as this was going to be a long conversation, you all sit down.

“Hmm.” Lucifer hums in thought.

“Any thoughts?” You asked after a moment.

“No but one things for sure is that Lord Diavolo is going to need to know about this.” He says, which you already knew but hearing it out loud well.

“I was afraid of that.” You sigh. “But that can wait till morning. Barbatos would have our heads if we woke up the Prince this late.

“Prince????” Rosa gawks. “We’re gonna meet a Prince???”

You stand up and make the pair follow you as you head to your room in the House. Once there, you look around and throw some spare clothes at them.

“You guys can sleep here. I’ll room with Luci.” You state.

“Um MC but-” Rosa glances at the single bed in the room.

“Ah Ah Ah don’t give me that bull.” You shake your finger in their faces. “See ya in the morning.”

You walk out and close the door. Thinking about it the other boys can probably tell you’re here once they wake. Just to be safe you ward the door and leave a sign.

Rosa changes in the room’s separate bathroom while Artem changes in the room. Once done they turn the light off and lay in the bed, Rosa closer to the wall.

“I can tell you have a lot of questions.” Rosa says, catching Artem off guard as she turned to face him. “Since it’s all out in the open now, I can answer the best I can.”

“For as long as I’ve been an attorney I thought I’ve seen it all but.” Artem lays on his back. “I don’t even know what to think at the moment.”

“Believe me I get it.” Rosa says, laying on her back now too. “When MC first told me a few years back I was surprised. But at the same time, excited. There’s so much more out there.”

“Interesting out look.” Artem says. “But you’ve known about this for awhile now.

“Mhm. MC says the relations between the realms still aren’t the best so they have to be careful as to who knows about them and well- the everything about them.” Rosa explains. “This would be one of the rare occasions where it was needed.”

“Anyway we should get some rest. There’s going to be a lot of work to be done come morning.” Rosa adds.

~~~~~

You and Lucifer were up and moving before anyone else. Lucifer already on the phone with Diavolo while you went to wake up Rosa and Artem. When you reach the door you take the ward off but keep the sign just to be safe.

“Wa-” you snap your mouth shut before the rest of your words could escape when you see them. They were sound asleep and spooning. Rosa having her arms tightly wrapped around Artem’s middle from behind which looked so funny since he’s so much taller than her. You snap a few quick pictures before walking over and shaking Rosa.

“Mmm five more minutes.” She mumbles, nuzzling her face into Artem’s back. You poke her head until she groans, using one arm to support her and her other still holding Artem.

“Morning.” You grin, not bothering to point out how she’s cuddling the man like a teddy bear.

“Whaaaaat.” She yawns, still half asleep as she pulls Artem closer, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder. You glance at Artem who was clearly awake but must not have the heart to say anything, he’s blushing so hard his ears were red.

“We got work to do, Rosy.” You tell her. You watch as she slow wakes up more, her work mind catching up to her, cutting through the fog of sleep.

“Ah right.” She hums.

“So ahem um….can you let me go now?”

……..

“OH MY GODS!”

Rosa jumps away from Artem like she had touched a hot stove and stumbles away, falling off the bed. You burst out into laughter as Rosa says sorry over and over again to Artem as he sits up.

“Jerk! Why didn’t tell me?!” She asks you, face so red she looked like a tomato.

“Pssshh like you would’ve listened.” You stuck your tongue out at her.

You walk down the stairs with them after they got ready and you get swarmed once you step off the last step.

“MC when did you get here???”

“I tried seeing if you were in your room but it was blocked off!”

“Idiot did you not read the sign?”

“HEY!” You snap and they all back off. “Guys I’ll fill you in later. Come on.”

You pull the lawyers along and past the six demons you knew was eyeing them. Not like in a bad way more like confused.

“Oooh you must be Rosa!” Asmo chirps. “You look much cuter in person.”

“Asmo.” You warn. He only winks at you and backs off as you head out of the House.

“Hm the rulers of Hell are a lot more…childish than I was expecting.” Rosa hums.

“Try living with them.” You groan. “We’re going to meet with Lord Diavolo. Out of anyone here he’s mostly got some clue as to what’s going on.”

“Is he going to be upset with you about bring us here?” Artem asks and you didn’t even think about that.

“If I explain why I don’t think he’ll mind. Besides you aren’t in any danger so long as you’re by me.” You state. Lucifer comes around with the car and you all get in. The trip there you were explaining every little thing to Rosa who was in awe as she watches out the window. The only problem was most of the sights were on Artem’s side and she uh….

“You aren’t going to point out how she practically has that man pinned to the door are you?” You hear Lucifer whisper.

“Nope!” You grin. Rosa, completely unaware with how she has Artem caged in between her body and the car door keeps looking on while Artem burns up.

“Oh oh MC is that RAD??” Rosa spoke up, looking as the car passes the school.

“It is. That’s where I spend a good chunk of my days.” You answer. She keeps watching, Artem keeps looking everywhere except at Rosa and you finally show mercy. “Rosa sit correctly please before Artem dies from being flustered.”

You glance back at them just in time to see Rosa noice for the first time how close she got to Artem before scrambling back.

“Sorry!” She says quickly, now blushing herself. You chuckle, giving a thumbs up to Artem when he gives you a look of gratitude. Hm you still had time before you reached the Demon Lord’s Castle. You pull out your phone and type.

You: Hey Rosa

You hear Rosa’s phone chime. Before long you get a text.

Rosa: I’m right behind you, is something the matter that you can’t say it out loud?

You: Oh it’s nothing like that. More of uuuuhhh observation if you will.

Rosa: Observation of what?

You: You and pretty boy there. That’s the second time you subconsciously got super close to him. You like him, don’t you?

You hear Rosa choke on air before getting a reply.

Rosa: MC now is not the time for this! Me and Artem are purely professional!

You: Yeah right! I have a pact with the Avatar of Lust. I can see it in you.

You glance over your shoulder at Rosa, eyes lightly shining a soft pink. Rosa looks up at you then immediately looks away, blushing. You stop messing with her when you see the Castle.

~~~~

“MC!” Diavolo was quick to pull you into a tight hug. “So good to see you!”

“That’s Lord Diavolo?” Rosa asks Lucifer as they stand off to the side.

“Yes.” He answered. You turn to them and motion with your hand for them to come over.

“Dia this is Rosa and her partner/mentor Artem Wing.” You introduce.

“MC was just telling me about you both.” Diavolo smiles at them and shakes their hands. “They’ve filled me in briefly on why you’re here and what’s going on.”

“I hope we haven’t caused you any trouble and we know this is very sudden, Lord Diavolo.” Rosa says, standing tall and bowing her head a little.

“None at all. This is a serious matter and I’ll do what I can to help.” Diavolo promised. “Plus you have MC after all.”

You stand back as Rosa and Artem question Diavolo. For the most part everything sounded pretty normal, like a small drug ring you’d hear back up in the human world. Until-

“I do recall Mephistopheles telling me about a student passing around some sort of plant they found farther north in the Devildom.” Diavolo tells Rosa.

“What did it look like?” She asks.

“He said it was red with black on its leaves.”

“That’s what we found.” Artem nods.

“That’s the plant that ended up in the human world?” Dia asks and they nod. “Oh my, that’s incredibly dangerous to humans.”

“We know. We’ve already had reports about it.” Rosa frowns.

“Well now we know for sure it’s from here.” You spoke up. “Where’s Mephistopheles right now?”

“I’m not sure but I can ask him to come here.” Diavolo offers.

“Please do.”

[thelost-in-time]

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when their s/o gets injured ♡

↬ request from anon ; could I request the NXX boys with a s/o who received the injury while they were away and how would they take care of them during their healing process?

↬ notes ; artem wing (zuo ran), luke pearce (xia yan), marius von hagen (lu jinghe), vyn richter (mo yi) x gn!reader

↬ from ice ; hihi!! unfortunately i was quite busy this week so i wasn't as active 😵 also as someone who's often in hospital i rly related to this request :') but anyways i hope you enjoy!

↬ warning(s) ; reader has an unspecified injury to their foot, artem + luke carry reader (but they're crazy strong so they can def lift u up dw)

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[ artem wing / zuo ran ! ]

as soon as artem heard that you were injured, he would want to drop everything he was doing and rush to be by your side at once. unfortunately, reality means that he can't just ditch his job, so he finishes his work so quickly that even celestine is surprised and he heads home at once.

upon seeing the state of your foot and the way you wince in pain as you try to hobble towards him and greet him, artem lifts you up like you weigh nothing and brings you straight to the bedroom. he surrounds you with a million pillows and if necessary, elevates your foot with a stack of cushions too. for the entire time that you're injured, artem applies for permission to work at home, and he'll be by your side day and night. whatever you need, he'll get it for you at once so you don't even have to lift a finger.

when he realises that you're feeling upset about your injury, artem would hold your palm in his, gently squeezing your hand as he listens to you talk about your worries. he understands that such a sudden injury can be earthshaking, especially when it results in such a loss of autonomy. but artem wants you to know that he'll be with you every step of the way until and after you're 100% healed.

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[ luke pearce / xia yan ! ]

luke would be working at the antique store when you call him and tell him you've injured your foot while at work. his first emotion is complete and utter panic, he can't lose you again- but then he snaps back into focus and tells you he'll be on the way immediately. he grabs a bunch of things that might be helpful like an ice pack, bandages and cotton pads before driving to your workplace at lightning speed (he definitely runs a couple of red lights in his hurry).

once luke brings you home, he won't even hear one single word about how you want to help him, or how he shouldn't worry too much about you. he'll just carry you and lay you down on the sofa, putting on your favourite tv show to help pass the time while he goes to prepare a meal for you. he does his best to keep you as involved as possible, asking you about which spices you want, and walking to the couch just to give you a taste test. at that point you both remember that he's terrible at cooking, so you settle for ordering takeout instead LOL.

throughout the course of your recovery, luke flits about you like a worried butterfly. he doesn't want you to strain yourself, so even when you're taking your first few steps again, luke is the one who looks like he's going to pass out from nervousness. if you ever tell him that you feel like a burden because you aren't able to do anything for now, luke will reassure you with soft kisses and whispered words of comfort. as someone with a chronic illness, he understands how useless you can feel when you're bedridden, so he knows just what to say to help you feel better.

[ marius von hagen / lu jinghe ! ]

marius is actually the bane of his directors' existence. the second you call him and tell him you're injured, he dismisses everyone in the meeting room, muttering something about rescheduling it to another day. he leaves everything up to poor vincent, who's forced to deal with the wrath of the old men on the board of directors. marius drives way over the speed limit back home, and he doesn't care at all about the accumulated speed tickets he's going to have to pay - nothing is more important than getting to you asap.

once he's got you tucked into bed and is convinced that you aren't in mortal danger, marius is soo dramatic about the whole thing it's almost as if he's the one that's injured. "but i was so worried about you! you almost drove me to an early grave, is that what you want, mx lawyer?!" he clutches his heart and stumbles around the room, which at least succeeds in cheering you up a little. unfortunately, marius can't skip out on work to be with you because pax would probably fall apart in two seconds without him at the wheel, so he relies on payton to give you everything you need (it shows how much he trusts his butler that he even entrusts your safety to him).

marius would spend as much time with you as he could, always cuddled up next to you and resting his head in the crook of your neck as you thread your hands through his hair. he'll talk about everything under the sun, hoping it distracts you from your pain. when you confess that you've been feeling down because of your injury, marius comforts you the best way he can, letting you vent as much as you need to get everything off your chest. after that he tells you that he'll treat you like royalty every day if it means that you'll feel less bad about him doing it while you're injured.

[ vyn richter / mo yi ! ]

one of the perks of running your own workplace is that you can do whatever you want, and that is exactly what vyn does. when he hears you're injured, he informs his receptionist that he'll be unavailable for the next few days except for patients with extremely urgent needs that can't be handled by the nurses. with that out of the way, he calls ogier and drives home at once, not caring how many traffic lights he ignores.

anyone who saw vyn at the time might say that he was unbothered about your injury upon looking at the way he calmly handled the situation, merely asking you what happened and checking the prescribed medications. but you know better, because you notice all the small details about him that no one else would; the way his usually flawless hair is now messy, or how his eyes flicker to you every second as if you're going to disappear into thin air, or the way his hand is ever so slightly trembling as he holds onto you so tightly.

as a psychiatrist, vyn can spot the signs of how upset you are before you say anything, but he waits for you to tell him first because he doesn't want to put any pressure on you. when you open up to him, vyn isn't judgemental at all, he listens to you carefully and reminds you that your feelings are valid. after all, it must have been incredibly difficult for you to cope with such an unexpected injury, and he's so proud of you for being so strong. vyn would help you start to walk again, and the look in his eyes when you take your first few steps on your own almost makes the whole thing worth it.

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[lebbys-world]

Secrets, Soba, & Smiles

Todoroki x gn!reader; teenagers in love, fluff, reader gets caught off guard a bit

notes: thanks for all the love on my last post :) im glad that so many people enjoyed my writing !! the kitchen scene is very artem from tot coded, which makes sense bc ive been obsessed with that game recently. anyways, hope you enjoy !! <3

You peered down the hall, checking to make sure it was clear, before walking towards the elevator.

The soft hum of the door opening led you to walk inside, pressing the button for the fifth floor.

You looked down at your phone to check the time, quickly noticing you’d received a follow up text from your boyfriend.

Before leaving your dorm, you had sent him a message letting him know you were about to be on your way up. 

You smiled to yourself as the elevator made its way up the floors, shooting him back a quick reply.

More often than not, you found yourselves having these late-night dorm dates as a means to compensate for the lack of public relationship.

Throughout the school day, you two were just seen as close friends, allowing any suspicions to just be laughed off. After all, there was no sense in blatantly lying about your relationship to your friends.

But if you both feigned ignorance, it managed to keep their suspicions at bay. 

With all earnest, you weren't necessarily trying keeping your relationship with the icy-hot boy a secret from your peers.

You never had concern for them finding out - albeit the barrage of questions and attention may be a bit overwhelming.

If anything, the concern you had was for the general public finding out that two rising heroes had feelings for one another.

You feared the worst case scenario: a villain using your adoration for each other as a weapon.

Maybe you were overreacting, but the nightmare situation it was, you wanted to prevent it in any way you could. So, as a safeguard, the both of you had agreed to just keep things to yourself.

This agreement worked well anyways, as you and Todoroki settled into the awkward ins-and-outs of first time teenage love.

So, yes, for now, things were okay being a sort of ‘secret’.

It was a secret for you two to share.

You were his, and he was yours.

The elevator door opened once more as you reached the fifth floor, stepping out into a familiar, yet different, hallway.

You made your way to your boyfriend’s room, before giving a gentle knock on the door.

Soon enough, the doorknob turned, the door creaked open, and heterochronic eyes met your own. 

You laughed to yourself before commenting, “well, I made it here in one piece.”

He gave you a soft smile back, “yeah, you did.”

That was the smile that always managed to killed you.

A smile that you never saw him quite show to anyone but you.

The way his lips turned in adoration, a genuine love and joy meeting his face. His eyes would crease with that smile, and, every time, without fault, you’d melt at that smile.

It was a smile that felt like it was only for you.

Interrupting your star-struck daze, Todoroki tilted his head.

“I meant to tell you before you got here, but I still wanted to grab some snacks from the common room.”

You stood up straight, pulling yourself back together.

“Oh, I could’ve just picked them up on the way.”

“It’s not a problem; I’ll just go now. You can set your stuff down. I'll be back shortly."

He started walking past you to begin his quick mission, when you followed on his heels. 

“I’ll come with you! Two people are better than one!”

He paused, gave a nod of appreciation, and the two of you carried on towards the main floor.

The short trip there was spent debating what snacks would be best for this late night excursion, with you insisting that your favorite food was the only way to go.

By the time you'd made it to the kitchen, Todoroki had been pleading his case for soba - per usual.

“Look,” he said, now pointing to a something sat on the shelf of the pantry. “They still have some left over. We could probably make two servings.”

He met your eyes with diligence, looking like a young child begging for a toy at the store.

As much as your favorite snack was calling your name, you thought to yourself that maybe some cold soba would be nice as well. 

“Fine, but I’m making the sauce.” You sighed, accepting his pleas. I mean, how could you not when he had given you such a cute look?

He smiled, his invisible tail practically wagging as he pulled out a pot and began to fill it with water. 

Nearby, you opened up the fridge and pulled out a few ingredients to start making into a light sauce.

You swiftly put on an apron, and started mixing things together before feeling complete with your makeshift recipe.

You took a spoon and dipped it in, giving it a taste. Having it meet your own liking, you called your boyfriend over, making sure it would suit his taste as well.

Continuing to stir, you thought to yourself how something about this unplanned cooking trip had just felt so right

It was almost as if you two were a married couple, working on making dinner together after a long day of work.

The idea made you blush.

Deep inside, these calm nights were the kind you hoped the future would bring many more of.

You were about to turn around and call to him again when you were suddenly met with two arms wrapped around your waist.

You let out a small gasp of surprise as Todoroki took the spoon from your hand, following through on your request and trying the dipping sauce you had made.

He hummed a tone of satisfaction and let his head rest atop your shoulder. 

“It’s really good, Y/N. Thank you, for your help.”

At that moment, you thanked God that your boyfriend couldn't see your overwhelmingly red face.

You doubt you would’ve even been flustered if Todoroki wouldn’t have pulled that hugging-you-from-behind cliché.

I mean, heck, he probably didn't even realize he was doing something that even could catch you so off guard.

Your boyfriend probably just thought he was hugging you, sharing his adoration for your cooking and determination.

And here you were, heart going overdrive all over his simple motions.

Having felt your heart rate spike, he let go after a moment, returning back to the care of draining the pot of soba. 

You took a moment and collected yourself a bit, finally giving a delayed reply:

“Yeah, anytime, Sho. It’s what I’m here for.”

He looked at you again, turning his gaze away from the sink, and gave you that melting smile of his.

That smile that makes you feel like everything in the world is okay, even if just in this moment.

Somehow that smile managed to calm your panicked heart, reminding you to take this all one step at a time.

You returned his smile with your own. A smile of your own that you hoped he admired just as much as you did his.

“…”

“...SHOTO, THE SOBA-”

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[tahdashi]

CRAWLING INTO HIS LAP. . .

✦ ft: the tot boys x gn!reader

✦ a/n: i am a physical touch and sweet pet name enthusiast

✦ ARTEM came back from the firm a few hours ago. sleepiness was apparent in the way he sat on the couch — his feet propped up on the coffee table and a cup of tea in his hand. his head was thrown back to rest on the back of the couch, and you could see the way that the rise and fall of his chest seemed to slow down a bit. the last of the golden sun cast its honeyed rays into the living room, surrounding your boyfriend in a comforting glow. you made your way over to him, careful not to let the floor creak too loud underneath you. as he sees you approach, artem places the cup aside and lets you lift his arm so that you can slide under it, settling against his chest with a hum. "oh, hi, sweetheart." his words are laced with a yawn and his sapphire eyes gleam with adoration. "do you need something?" you shake your head, curling into his chest and adjusting your legs on top of his. your arms make their way around his torso, enveloping him in your scent and warmth. "i just missed you," you murmur into him. you feel his lips press into the top of your head, and soon, his hand rubbing circles into your back. and before you know it, your bodies sleep peacefully as the sun retreats.

✦ MARIUS always takes time for himself between meetings. he scrolls through his phone at his desk, sipping on an iced coffee that was a bit watered down, but still did the job of keeping him awake for the rest of his busy day. he sees you come in from the corner of his eye and immediately swivels the chair around in your direction. his hands find your waist, and he widens his legs so you can find your place between them. as you settle into his lap, marius’ hands trace shapes into your back. “hey, missed me?” you nod into his chest and marius, a bit too delighted with your answer, coos as he presses kisses all over your face. you can’t even push him away if you tried — the obnoxious sound of each kiss fills the room. “you’re so cute, did you know that?” “hmm, not like my boyfriend tells me every day.” and with that, marius nods profusely, knowing he’s the boyfriend that gets to see your pretty face each day (and also the one to kiss you all over — lucky him). you try to push yourself up from his lap, but his arms don’t let you. you should know better, really, because when marius gets to hold you, he has a hard time letting go.

✦ LUKE always went straight to your bed after a long day to relax. he'd woken up early this morning to head to the antique store and work on some projects for clients, followed by half his day being spent investigating a particularly challenging case. you could tell he had a hard day — his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes dull as he scrolled through his phone. you tiptoe into the room, and the second he sees you, his entire body relaxes. he reaches his arms up to stretch his body out and you take the opportunity to crawl into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and catching him by surprise. "oh, joining me, pretty?" his arms come back down to link behind your back and he tucks you even closer to his body, leaning his head on top of yours. you pull away for a second to see his relaxed face and place a soft kiss between his previously furrowed brows. he quickly pulls you back in. "let's stay like this for a bit," he yawns. "thanks for being here with me, babe."

✦ VYN was working at his desk, sorting through some files. classical music played in the background and he hummed along to the familiar tunes that reminded him of you. a smile appears on his face the second you walk into the room, and he immediately puts all his attention on you. his eyes follow your figure as you make your way to his chair. rolling away from the desk, vyn makes room for you to carefully seat yourself on his lap. his smile never fades — he loves being close to you. "i'm sorry i've been so busy, love. just a few more files and i'm all yours." sincerity pools in his eyes, radiating warmth meant just for you. you tell him to take his time, getting comfortable and playing with his hair while he continues his work. the rosy blush never leaves his cheek just like the hand on your side never stops smoothing along your skin. your heart beats against his, and he thinks that perhaps he should always work like this.

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[lovelyhan]

— mirage ⟢

he loves with a passion that bleeds into his actions, never his words. you can see it in how he doesn’t make a sound. how he’s seemingly on the cusp, teetering dangerously across the knife’s edge. you're nothing but a stranger to him and yet he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

★ FEATURING; wonwoo x gn!reader

★ WORD COUNT; 3.5k words

★ TAGS; strangers to lovers, lawyer!wonwoo, one night stands, smut

★ WARNINGS; graphic sexual content (MINORS DNI!)

★ NOTES; i've been studying non stop for this exam i gotta take on wednesday and instead of getting some sleep, i reworked another old fic into a svt one HEHE this was a tears of themis fic i wrote almost 3 years ago and couldn't help but imagine wonwoo in artem's place 🧍‍♀️

★ SMUT TAGS; no specifications abt gendered anatomy, soft sex, really vanilla, aftercare

★ TAGLIST; i'll update this when i get on my computer lol

You spot him early into the evening—lights dim and music blaring, but the sight of him is no less blinding, no less enchanting to someone like you.

He looks like a white-collar fellow, shirt buttoned all the way up as he hangs a stuffy-looking coat across one arm. Vigilant eyes, neatly gelled hair, domineering presence—everything about the man screams ‘professional’ and ‘sophisticated’.

But what is an Adonis like him doing in a place like this?

You continue observing from a distance, nursing a drink you sweet-talked a college boy into buying for you. God knows where that guy went off, so you let yourself ogle the gorgeous newcomer a few minutes longer.

He’s no regular—this you’re completely sure of. Even if you didn’t spend as much time as you did in this bar, you can tell from the tension in his shoulders that he isn’t well-acquainted with Seoul's nightlife.

The man takes the laminated menu that the bartender slides over the counter, perusing its contents like he’s ordering at a family restaurant. When he’s made up his mind, you could almost hear how polite he probably sounds while ordering the mildest drink on the list. Sparkling water, maybe.

You don’t waste any time.

Mister tall, dark and handsome becomes considerably wary the moment you slide into the stool next to his—complaining about your ghastly work life out loud. The bartender eases into his role as your wingman seamlessly, much to your amusement. He tells you how his new patron needed a break from the monotone of a nine-to-five biorhythm, too.

“No, it’s not that,” mystery man laughs softly, and God, if sex had a voice, he is most certainly the one behind it. “A friend recommended that I drop by when I have the time.”

“You’re not the type to get plastered alone, though, are you?” A tentative smile worms its way onto your face. “This your first time?”

You half-expect him to deny it, like every stingy salaryman you’ve tried to seduce in the past. But Adonis here seems more honest with himself than most.

“Kind of. And I do have my reasons,” he sighs, dark eyes piercing through yours as he holds out his hand. “I’m Wonwoo. Jeon Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo. Beautiful name befitting of a beautiful man, but thank the gods you aren’t cheesy enough to say that out loud.

You introduce yourself out of courtesy, yet you find yourself quite fond of how the syllables of your name roll across his tongue when he repeats it. There’s nothing even remotely erotic in the way he speaks, but something about this man just pulls you in. Like the polar ends of two magnets, you’re unable to resist the attraction.

The small talk is sparse. You learn he’s an attorney in one of the city’s big-shot law firms, and you tell him about your childhood dream of opening a flower shop in return. He already lives the same cycle of corporate slavery as you do so you doubt he’ll be interested in your trivial work stories.

But…he asks anyway. About your job, your boss, even the work environment. Wonwoo seems like someone who likes to delve into the details—even if you’re no one but a complete stranger he just happened to meet tonight. He’s so catastrophically different from the idiots you settled with for a good time, and you’re afraid he might be setting the bar a little too high. No man looking for someone to warm his bed for the night can be this sincere.

Although, there is one thing that Wonwoo and the unwitting men in this place have in common.

You know the look in his eyes a bit too well. Sadness. Dejection. Resignation?

Who did he lose? A girlfriend? A boyfriend? You have no means of making sure without asking him directly, but you’ve encountered enough heartbroken souls to pick them out of a crowd with ease.

A man as prolific as he is won’t purposely visit a shoddy establishment like this. That’s if he isn’t rearing to forget whatever—or whoever—is weighing on that pretty little head of his.

Wonwoo patiently sips on a glass of bourbon (not sparkling water, thank God) as he listens to you drone about the flowers growing in your balcony. From the looks of it, he doesn’t seem like an ordinary ‘yes man’ either. He even asks for tips on growing aloe vera because he’s heard the natural gel is good for the skin. A handsome hunk that’s polite and gives a damn about skin care? You could marry him on the spot at this point.

“Do you have any favorite flowers?” you wonder.

He considers your words for a moment and you watch the way he traces the rim of his glass with his finger. When Wonwoo meets your gaze, you see it again. That hint of sadness carefully hidden beneath a kind smile.

“Roses,” he murmurs. “As cliché as the preference might sound.”

You shake your head. “Not at all. Roses are big in the market for a reason, but…”

“But?”

“You’re going to think I’m petty if I say it...”

Wonwoo laughs, bringing the glass to his lips as he takes another sip. God, why does he look so unintentionally sexy in everything he does? It’s so unfair…

“I won’t question the expertise of a veteran gardener,” he reassures, and your heart warms at his blatant sincerity. “I take it that you’re not very fond of roses?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah. They’re kind of tricky to take care of. Once, I tried to grow a rosebush but I kept pricking myself on the thorns. Roses are pretty but they hurt.”

“Pretty but they hurt,” Wonwoo repeats the words under his breath. “That’s one way of putting it.”

And then comes the silence.

For a moment, you’re seized by a twinge of panic. The atmosphere suddenly became stale the moment Wonwoo uttered those last words, and you aren’t sure how you should respond. Bartender-wingman is serving someone else on the other side of the counter, so you can’t exactly rely on him for moral support. Oh, God. What if Wonwoo thinks you’re just some pick-me person that makes growing plants a personality trait?

“It’s getting pretty late.”

You startle the moment he speaks again. Wonwoo downs whatever’s left of his drink before flashing you another heart-wrenchingly genuine smile.

“Yeah. The night just passes by when you’re enjoying a conversation,” you laugh. “Do you really have to leave so soon, attorney?”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “No, not really. It’s my day-off tomorrow. How about you? Didn’t you mention you’re from downtown Seoul? That’s a bit far from here.”

You wave away his inquiry. “Nah. I can just take a train back. I’m used to the commute.”

“But you’re under the influence.”

“But I’m not drunk.”

“My apartment is just a few blocks away,” he insists, clearing his throat. “I think it’s safer if you stay the night first. It was raining quite heavily when I got here.”

You stare at him with your lips slightly parted—the gears turning in your head when you finally realize what he was trying to do.

“Jeon Wonwoo,” you say, grinning from ear-to-ear, “are you saying you want me to go home with you?”

His face flushes so badly, even his ears turn red. “Is it working? I mean— I didn’t think I’d really meet anyone worthwhile when I decided to go here, so—?!”

“Good enough for me,” you sigh, getting up from your stool as you link your arm in Wonwoo’s—tugging him along. He sputters a little before fishing out his wallet, and you don’t comment on how he drops a fat wad of cash onto the bar without counting it.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, unfolding his coat to drape it across your shoulders. “I don’t want to be imposing.”

You scoff when he leads you to the parking lot. True enough, the rain still hasn’t pittered out when you got out of the bar. Maybe taking advantage of his offer isn’t so bad after all.

Grabbing Wonwoo by the front of his shirt, you make him lean down to your level with a smile. He makes a disgruntled noise out of surprise, but doesn’t struggle. You take it as a positive sign. The coat on your shoulders smells like fresh detergent and expensive cologne. You’d be a fool to walk away now.

“Yes, attorney, I’m sure,” you tell him sweetly. “Now why don’t you show me where you plan on growing those aloe vera, hm?”

Spoiler alert: he does not get to show you at all.

Despite how demure he looks, Wonwoo is surprisingly responsive when you jump him the moment the door to his apartment shuts. His lips are sinfully soft, molding his flesh against yours as he pushes his coat off your shoulders, onto the floor.

Though you’re very much liking the feel of his large hands slotting themselves on your hips, there's still a hint of hesitation in his touch. Like he’s unsure whether he wants to carry on with this or not. You pull away with a pout, fingers teasing the buttons on his iron-pressed shirt.

“We can just…hang out if you don’t want to,” you offer.

Wonwoo laughs breathlessly, taking one of your hands in his. You shoot him a weird look before heat starts to creep up your face as he plants a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“What makes you think I don’t?”

His hands travel south again, fitting the swell of your ass in those large palms. You sigh, slotting your lips together again as you jump—wrapping your thighs around his waist before you feel Wonwoo pressing you up against the wall.

Even the way he kisses is enough to drive you over the edge. He doesn’t have the displaced ferocity that most of your old flings thought made make out sessions hotter. You’re not particularly fond of overeager men, and Wonwoo’s pacing is tempered just the way you like it.

He licks into your mouth slowly, sensually, as if he wants you to embed the feel of him tonguing his way in your frazzled brain. You can’t help the moan that reverberates in your throat when he detaches himself from your mouth—taking the time to pepper your neck with little bruises.

But while he’s busy making his mark, your eyes end up focusing on the picture frames Wonwoo hung on the walls of his doorway.

You thread your fingers in his dark hair to distract him as you study each picture. One depicted what you assumed is Wonwoo with his colleagues at the law firm, smiling professionally for the camera. Wonwoo himself looked like a million dollars—tailored suit, unwrinkled shirt, debonair visage. You wouldn’t have mistaken him for anyone else.

But you also notice how his right hand is entwined with someone else’s. A man in a sleek gray blazer, his blond hair falling across cat-like eyes.

He’s present in the other frames, too. The first is a shot of him and Wonwoo sitting on a park bench, the other man sleeping soundly with his head on his shoulder. Wonwoo gazes at him with so much endearment in his eyes, it could only be called love.

There’s another photo with two more men in it. The blond grins brightly with one arm draped around Wonwoo's wide shoulders, while the other attempts to headlock another man whose eyes disappear when he smiles. In the background is someone much shorter than the three—equal parts annoyed and amused by their antics.

“Hey.”

You startle enough to lose your grip around Wonwoo’s legs, and you end up barely balancing yourself on the carpeted floor. Wonwoo laughs, and you shoot him a disgruntled look.

“You’re distracted,” he comments.

Well. Now that the cat’s out of the bag…

“Is he…your boyfriend?” you ask nervously, pointing at the blond in the picture frames. “I’m not committing adultery, am I?”

Wonwoo manages a sad smile, undoing the top buttons of his dress shirt before casting a sidelong glance at the frames mounted on his wall.

“He was about three years ago,” he admits. “But he’s getting married soon. You don’t have to worry about being a third party.”

The house is silent as you observe Wonwoo with keen eyes. It’s been three years, yet the grief in his gaze is still so raw. You’ve been with enough people to know if they’re only doing this with you for a good time, or to forget about someone else.

And you’re more than willing to help him with the latter.

You hook your arms around Wonwoo’s neck before bringing him down for another kiss—one with more fervor, more intensity than you would otherwise offer. He doesn’t reciprocate for a moment, seemingly astonished with your sudden vigor. But in time, he melts against your lips until one after the other, both your clothes start to litter the hall.

His mattress is soft when Wonwoo gently lays you atop the sheets, worshipping every inch of skin you’ve willingly exposed. But after he rises back to meet you in a fleeting kiss, he presses two fingers on your bottom lip. You’re embarrassingly compliant, parting your lips at the same time, inching your thighs apart somewhat subconsciously.

You get his long, dextrous digits nice and wet—tongue swirling around his skin as you cover them in a sheen of saliva. Wonwoo doesn’t say a word, but there’s an uncharacteristic glint in his eyes that you never would’ve associated with him earlier in the evening. A smolder in his usually composed gaze that makes you want to see just how far you can push him.

Wonwoo embraces you with one arm when he slides those spit-slicked fingers along your entrance, preparing you with a delicious stretch that has you keening his name into the cold air of the bedroom. He remains silent still, but you can feel those eyes on you regardless. The heat of his gaze penetrates into your being as his fingers make good work between your legs. When he kisses you again, your lungs feel like they’d been set aflame.

“Wonwoo,” you whisper, lips trembling as he rests his forehead against yours. “Please…”

He chuckles again, soft and reassuring as he lifts your thighs with strong hands, bracketing them across his hips. The cut of his abs from where you can see them look so well-defined, you wonder if he works out regularly. But once he maneuvers around to rid himself of his boxers, your thoughts drift to another impressive segment of his too-perfect-to-be-real body.

The familiar sound of a foil package being torn open snaps you out of your reverie. Wonwoo sighs as he rolls the rubber around his length—face red with lust or embarrassment, you aren’t quite sure. But when he glides the tip of his cock along your swollen entrance, you nearly sob.

“Want you…so bad,” you whimper, grinding down against him. “Wonwoo, please, please—!”

His initial preparation is all for naught, it seems. Because when the beautiful man above you finally buries himself to the hilt, you’re momentarily blinded by the pain of his entrance. You gasp out loud—tears welling in the corners of your eyes. But Wonwoo swallows the noise with an open-mouthed kiss, framing an apology on your lips as he wipes away the tears.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, brushing your hair away from your face. “I got a little excited.”

He stays still inside you, watching you get used to the stretch. The patience is a little endearing, given that you’re accustomed to just getting fucked out of your wits. Wonwoo even takes the time to trace comforting shapes along the skin of your thighs in an attempt to calm you down.

“You can move now,” you tell him shyly, turning your head to avoid his gaze.

Wonwoo nods once, pulling his hips back slowly before easing inside you once more. You sigh, burying your face in your hands as he builds you from the ground up, stoking the flame he started inside you the moment you laid your eyes on him.

“I want to see you.”

You jolt when he pins your hips in place with one hand while seizing your wrist with the other. There’s a crease on his brow, like he’s disappointed with you hiding your face from him. But the look immediately morphs into something more captivating.

Then he makes a particularly rough thrust that coaxes a broken moan from your lips.

His sudden, unrelenting pace continues from then on out. Wonwoo grips your thighs hard, but not enough to leave bruises. His discretion makes your heart flutter, but you can’t quite bask in the sentiment given that his cock is hitting all the spots that make stars dance in the seams of your vision. You clench your walls around his length, desperate to get a reaction out of him, and it works. Wonwoo bites his lip like he doesn’t want to make any forthcoming noises, but you bring him back down again for a kiss before anything else.

“You don’t have to hold back so much,” you murmur. “I can take it.”

Those dark eyes widen with surprise, and you can almost feel his self-control snap.

But contrary to your expectations, Wonwoo doesn’t start fucking you into the mattress like a wild animal. Instead, he hoists your hips even higher, holding your body at an odd angle. You’re about to ask what he’s trying to do, but when he plunges his cock back into your weeping hole, the words evaporate on your tongue.

Deep. He’s so impossibly deep that you fear it’ll take you days to sweat him out. A trail of saliva dribbles on your chin as Wonwoo slowly guides you to the apex of an orgasm. Your toes clench, your fingers tangle themselves in his hair. His name sounds like an incantation on your lips, and you wonder if the gods would let you have this man forever.

But…

He loves with a passion that bleeds into his actions, never his words. You can see it in how he doesn’t make a sound. How he’s seemingly on the cusp, teetering dangerously across the knife’s edge. You’re nothing but a stranger to him and yet he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

That man is lucky, you think—to be loved by someone as devastatingly devoted as Jeon Wonwoo.

Wonwoo comes down from his post-coital high a bit later than you do. But regardless, he takes it upon himself to carry you over to the bathroom despite your protests that you can do it yourself.

Even the way he washes the evidence of your sultry affair is equal parts firm and tender. He cleans you up patiently, doing the same for himself before handing you a fluffy white towel from the rack. You blush, noting how the fabric smells exactly like him as you dry yourself.

The two of you climb back into bed thereafter—not bothering with clothes, and instead choosing to bask in the heat of your bodies. It feels nice, pressing yourself against his toned chest, and Wonwoo doesn’t seem to have any complaints to raise either.

You don’t expect any pillow talk, nor does it come. After all, this is just one night. Though you’re curious about that old flame of his, you don’t really want to ruin the nighttime mirage you’ve weaved for yourself.

The rain continues to pour outside his windowpane, but the feel of your bodies slotted together can keep you warm for the night. It’s just you and Wonwoo, legs tangled underneath his expensive sheets.

Nothing more, nothing less.

When morning comes, you’re alone on the queen-sized mattress.

Last night’s rainshower has long passed, and you’re forced to squint at the sunlight filtering through a crack in the blinds. You blink groggily, fumbling around Wonwoo’s room for your clothes. You don’t know where he is, but you’re sure as hell going to see yourself out before he gives you a polite rendition of ‘please get out of my house’.

As softly as you can, you shut the door once you’ve dressed yourself—glancing around in the living room to check if the coast is clear. You remember leaving your bag somewhere on the couches last night, and it should be—

“Hmm? You’re leaving?"

You jolt like a cat thrown into a bathtub at the sound of Wonwoo’s deep voice. When you turn around to meet his gaze, you see him at the entrance to the kitchen. Like you, he’s fully dressed now, albeit in more casual clothes compared to last night’s corporate uniform. But what baffles you the most is the cat-printed apron he tied around his waist. The scent of frying pancake batter fills your senses, and your mouth immediately waters.

“Uhh, I figured you’d want to kick me out first thing in the morning,” you laugh nervously, scratching the back of your neck. “Didn’t want to overstay my welcome and all.”

Wonwoo shoots you a confused look before laughing. “Kick you out? I’m not that terrible a person, you know. Come on, I’ve made breakfast.”

He marches back into the kitchen like you have no say in the matter. Like he actually expects you to follow and join him there. Your jaw drops into a semi-offended scowl…

But you stride after him anyways.

⟢ end notes: if you spot any mistakes, do forgive me. it's 3 am and my brain is mush LOL. and if it wasn't obvi enough, the ex is junhui and the dudes in the photo are the 96z 🫡

[luvcryo]

Emotionally vulnerable/sensitive reader [Tears of Themis]

Vyn Richter, Marius von Hagen, Luke Pearce, Artem Wing x GN!Reader (Seperate)

A/n: every time I try to write vyns name I almost write ritcher instead of richter 😭 also my least favorite is artem so he might be out of chatacter but I figured if I'm doing three I might as well include him too

Vyn Richter

-Of course, he's dealt with patients who are pretty sensitive

-He tries not to treat you like any patient though

-If someone says something and it bothers you, he can instantly tell, there's no hiding it from him

-Hes also quick to get you out of the situation, easily coming up with some excuse to get you to a private place where you can calm down

-The best at calming you down really, he knows all the best techniques to calm a break down

-If he said something to hurt you he'd never forgive himself

Marius von Hagen

-Instantly glares at the person who upset you (even though it's not always their fault or not intentional)

-Alao very good at getting you out of an uncomfortable situation but is sometimes more mean about it than Vyn

-Although he can't always do that

-He can't really just leave a gathering whenever he wants but he knows that the high class people at those gathering aren't really the friendliest peope ever

-Especially because your dating him- they aren't all going to be nice

-He always tells you that if someone upsets you, you can leave and he'll probably notice your gone in under a minute and come find you when he gets the chance to sneak away

Luke Pearce

-Prides himself on noticing the little things about you

-So of course, he can tell when you're upset and trying to hide it

-His technique is less about calming you down and more so distracting you

-He'll comfort you if your crying, but after a bit he'll try telling funny stories from dumb things he did as a kid or weird things he's been given as an antique shop owner

-He gets you to laugh and soon you've forgotten about crying

Artem Wing

-The first few times you get really upset, he doesn't really know what to do

-Doesnt know what to say to calm you down so he usually resorts to more physical affection

-He'll hold your hand, squeezing it every now and then as if silently letting you know he cares and can see you're upset

-Once you're both alone he asks what's wrong

-He wants to learn more about how to deal with that kind of situation, so he asks what he can do differently if it happens again

Masterlist!

[softxsuki]

Hello, may I make an URGENT request, please?

Nxx boys with an s/o who isolate themselves when going through a depressive and anxiety induced episode. To the extent that they actively go out of their way to avoid people (including them), they texted them one message about it before leaving them on read) . When they check on the reader, they are super skittish and super anxious about burdening others. S/o insists that they are okay even though they are trembling to the point where they struggle to stand. S/o is anxiously fixating on being "clean" (showering and exfoliating excessively to the point their skin is kinda red, wearing a white oversized shirt ) and being "cold enough" (their place is dark, max ac, fans on max) (they are also just wearing a loose shirt and shorts trying to feel something). In addition, there are red dots on the shirt along the center of their body, indicating fresh self-harm.

(Thank you in advance, and my apologies if It's really specific and it makes you uncomfy)

Tears of Themis Boys Comfort S/O Who Tries To Isolate Themself

TW: Do not read it mentions of blood and self harm, along with poor mental state will make you feel worse, rather than comfort you!

Pairings: Luke x Gn!Reader, Marius x Gn!Reader, Artem x Gn!Reader, Vyn x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of self-harm, fresh cuts, blood, depression, anxiety, poor mental state in general, isolation, feeling like a burden

Genre: comfort

Post-Type: headcanons

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: In which you find yourself going through episodes of depression and anxiety so you try to isolate yourself from the boys

[A/N: Hello! Firstly, I'm sorry that this was as soon as I could write and post this urgent request for you, but I thank you for being patient and understanding! I tried my best to include as many details as you mentioned, but I did end up leaving some out. As we can see I went a little overboard, but I hope this helps you out <3. Hope you enjoy! Depression and anxiety are so horrible to deal with, trust me I have a few episodes as well, they come so suddenly and they definitely hit hard. Reach out if you ever need to, I'm here if you need anything! <3]

Luke:

As your childhood friend, Luke notices that something is wrong the minute you begin to isolate yourself from him

You guys always hangout together, whether it be him walking you home from work, or grabbing a quick lunch together between your busy schedules, both of you always made time for each other

So when you began messaging him that you couldn’t get lunch or see him, red alerts went off in his head immediately

He just wants to make sure it’s nothing serious and wants you to know that he’s there for you if you need him, so he sends you a quick text

You do respond, but your message is short and cryptic; however, after that, all his other messages get left on read

He acknowledges that you clearly need space, so he gives it to you, sending a check-in message to you every few hours as he continues his work for the day

By the end of the day with still no response from you, he decides enough is enough, so he races over to your place

He doesn’t want to be a nuisance and seem overbearing, but he was very worried now, this had never happened before since the two of you began dating

Arriving at your home, your door is surprisingly unlocked so he lets himself in, making a mental note to remind you to not leave your door unlocked when you are home alone…

But he’s met with pure darkness in your home along with a freezing breeze

He enters your room to find you on your bed in only a t-shirt and shorts to cover you from how cold is was in there

He does internally freak out for a moment and thinks the worst–probably stares at you for a while, holding his breath, until he sees your chest rise, indicating you were indeed alive, and only then is he able to breathe again

“MC,” he calls out in a whisper, not wanting to alarm you from his sudden presence as you lie on your bed with your eyes closed in the darkness

It does spook you a bit, but you could recognize his voice anywhere as you open your eyes and question why he was there, in which he quickly scolds you for keeping your door unlocked but sighs as he sits beside you on the bed

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“Nothing, I’m fine” you say quickly

Did you really think he’d believe that? He’s a detective for crying out loud, he could spot a lie a mile away, especially when it came from you, someone he knew for so long now

As his eyes get accustomed to the dark, he notices a dark stain on your shirt and leans forward to turn your bedside lamp on–and then it becomes very clear what was going on…that was blood

“Spill, I’m all ears”

You know he means business, and you can’t exactly hide the blood from your self-harm on your shirt either, so you let it all out; how low you’ve been feeling lately, and how you got a wave of depression and anxiety out of nowhere, hence your distance from him

“I just didn’t want to burden you with all these complicated feelings that not even I can handle. You’re busy with your own work and I don’t want to distract you from that…but I’m sorry for ignoring your messages. I did read them all and I appreciate your support and allowing me some space,” you sigh, feeling bad that he ended up in this mess anyway

“You’re not a burden to me, MC. You’re my lover and my childhood friend, we have a bond unlike any other. You don’t have to pretend to be okay around me. You’ve always been there for me on my rough days, so it would be an honor to do the same for you…I love you…a lot. I hope you know that I’ll always be here for you. The second you need me, I’d drop everything to hear you out and help you through it,” Luke expresses and he reaches out to hold your hand, pulling you into his arms

And just like that you felt a little less lonely through your feelings, you could get through this

After giving you some privacy to clean up your fresh cuts, Luke spends the night with you as he feels a bit nervous leaving you alone. He’d make you some hot chocolate or any kind of drink that you’d like to warm you up as he turns the fans off and lowers the ac, throwing a blanket on you

You wanted to feel something? Well enjoy the warmth this man provides you with as he joins you under the blanket and gets lost in conversation with you for the rest of the night until you both fall asleep

Marius:

Ahh yes Marius–this man is clingy and obsessive (in a good way) so the second you leave him on read along with only telling him through text that you ‘need some space’ he’s already at your front door, knocking on it

“MC! Honey, it’s me, please let me in,” He pleads loudly. (rip to the neighbors because he’d stand there all night until you decide to let him in)

Knowing how persistent he was, you force yourself up to unlock the door before plopping back down on your sofa, allowing him to let himself in

Thankfully Marius hears your lock click and opens the door himself, but he’s a little taken aback by the darkness in your home along with how freezing it was in there

He flicks on the light by the front door, which makes you flinch from the sudden brightness, and you find him running over to your side to embrace you as soon as he sees you’re only in a t-shirt and shorts in this freezing home

Your skin is as cold as ice as he tries his best to warm you up

“What’s going on? Why is it so cold in here and why did you leave me on read?” He pouts, not letting go of you

You do push him away slightly though despite how comforting and warm it was in his arms

“Nothing, I’m fine. I like the cold”

He squints his eyes at you, knowing you were lying because you weren’t looking into his eyes

Marius inspects your condition one for time, and that’s when he notices the faint dark stains on your shirt–blood, it had to be, unless you were painting with red paint somewhere in your home, but that seemed highly unlikely

“Please let me in,” he says in a softer tone, going a little more serious

This pulls at your heart strings, Marius never got serious unless it came to his father’s company or when danger was around, but you clearly weren’t okay and that made him worry, so you decide to just open up to him

You tell him about your feelings, how you’ve been feeling really anxious and sad lately, and you also explain how you blocked him out because you didn’t want to be a burden to him

“If anyone’s a burden, it’s probably me, beautiful,” he sighs in relief, happy that he finally knows what’s been going on. “Of course filling my fathers place as CEO is a little stressful, but darling, time spent with you is my only time to be myself and to truly relax, even if that means hearing your worries and feelings. It’s my job as your boyfriend to protect you and keep you safe, but I’m failing at my job if you don’t let me in…”

He pulls you into his embrace as tears start to fall from your eyes

“Please let me be your shoulder to cry on, let me be the one who helps you feel alive, who helps you feel something. I’m your person, the one you’ll never feel alone with, just say the word and I’ll take all those burdens off your shoulders”

Slight relief fills you at his words…you really weren’t alone. These feelings didn’t have to feel as overwhelming as they did

After more hugs and a few kisses, Marius makes it his responsibility to clean your cuts up and press kisses to each of them

Afterwards, he’d order some takeout that you like as he offers you professional help if you thought you needed it (he wouldn’t force you, but he wants you to know that there are options and that was one of them) as someone big in the industry, he had many connections and he could find you the best psychiatrist in Stellis with the snap of a finger

But whatever choice you decide to make, just know that he’d support you through it all no matter what

Artem: 

Intellectual Artem has a more direct approach to helping you out

He doesn’t pick up on you isolating yourself from him that quickly, because he’s always swamped with work, and you usually give him his space anyway when he’s busy

But one weekend when he had the day off and you didn’t reach out to him first, he was a little…sad? Disappointed? Something like that

He becomes worried and messages you but you only tell him you’re fine

Every message he sends after that gets left on read, so he then catches on that you are very clearly not fine

“You can be honest with me, MC. We’re lovers…I just want to be there for you. Please message me when you get the chance,” he messages you

Artem wanted to give you your space, but he was worried. Did he do something to you without even realizing that he upset you? Were you really okay? So his plan of giving you the weekend to yourself goes down the drain as he finds himself at your front door with some homemade food he cooked at his own home and packed for the two of you to enjoy

He knocks softly at your door and clears his throat, “It’s me, Artem” he announces himself, feeling a little awkward…what if he was just overreacting? He was still pretty new to the whole dating scene after all

However, as your disheveled self peeks through the slightly open door, he knows his fears weren’t for nothing

You don’t even get a chance to speak before he’s already opening the door fully and stepping into your home

The darkness of your home along with the freezing temperature hits him like a truck as he turns back to look at you, with furrowed brows…what exactly was going on?

The light from outside illuminates just bright enough where he can see what you’re wearing, a t-shirt and some shorts. You must’ve been freezing

Needing to change the environment around you both, he places the food down and helps you close the front door, opening up the blinds to let in some natural light along the way

Seeing one of your candles nearby, he lights one up and guides you to the couch where he places a blanket over you

He’s quietly studying you, trying to piece everything together, but this is a case he can’t entirely solve on his own

“MC…” he says, not really knowing where to start. “Is everything okay?”

Clearly everything was in fact not okay, and he did notice the blood stains on your shirt, but he decides to keep his observations to himself, you’d tell him if you wanted to

“I’m great. How are you? What brings you here?” You feign interest, you weren’t in the right headspace to have casual conversation

“I know you’re probably holding back and pretending to be okay because you think you’d be a burden to me. Trust me MC, I know how to read you well, you’re my partner after all. I’d be foolish to believe those lies. It’s okay though, I won’t push you to tell me, but just know that you aren’t a burden. You’re the only one I’ve let into my life and I just want to make sure you’re happy. As your man, it’s my job to make sure you’re doing well, and it seems like I dropped the ball, so for that I am truly sorry.”

Not wanting Artem to blame himself anymore, you decide to just tell him everything that’s been going on, from everything you’ve been feeling, and why you’ve been avoiding him, as well as informing him that you self-harmed

It wasn’t like you didn’t trust him, you did, you were just scared to lose him or have him not want to deal with the baggage you carried

Your body began to shake as you explained everything and Artem quietly listened to each word, scooting closer to you as you spoke, so he could hold you, in an attempt to calm your nerves and ease your shakes

“I see…I’m sorry for not noticing sooner. Though work takes up a lot of my time, you’ll always be my number one priority. I’ll do better. I promise,” he sighs, holding you tighter to him as if you’d disappear from his grasp

Even if you reassure him that it isn’t his fault, Artem takes this very seriously and would work more on checking in on you throughout his day, no matter how busy he is

“I know you’re going through a tough time right now. I’m not sure how I can be truly helpful other than just giving you my support, but we can look for a professional's help as well if that's something you’d like to do…” He brings one of your hands up to his lips and leaves a lingering kiss to your skin, “You’re not alone, never. It’s okay to reach out for help when you need it. You can reach out to me anytime, even if you just need to hear my voice. I’ll always make time for you MC, I love you. I promise we’ll get through this together”

After everything, and once you’re a lot calmer, he’d put on a movie for you both to watch as you eat the food he brought, making a mental note to check out your wounds later on, but for now he’d try to keep things bright and hopefully distract you, even if it was just momentarily

He does take a few days off of work so he can stay by your side and give you the support you need as you decide what step you want to take next

Vyn:

Nothing slides by Vyn, this is his specialty after all

You and Vyn frequently got together to drink tea and just talk about life or go on walks at a nearby park, Vyn always made time for you at the end of his day after seeing patients all day

So when you text him to cancel your plans one evening, he already knows something is up

“Something came up, I can’t go out this week. I’ll text you when I can,” you message him

“I am coming over,” he responds immediately, pulling his things together as he heads to you

Though he does have a spare key to your place, he doesn’t use it, knowing that suddenly invading your space, especially when something was obviously going on with you, wouldn’t be a great idea

“Darling, mind letting me in? I would like to speak with you if that is alright,” he speaks calmly through the door, knowing you were probably expecting him and listening on the other side somewhere

It takes a while. It’s silent, which worries Vyn as he debates whether he should just let himself in, but his worries vanish as soon as he hears your lock click open and the door slowly creaks as you open it

“My love,” Vyn whispers, eyeing the darkness behind you as a chill hits his face from the open door, but he keeps a smile on his face, needing to remain calm and not act shocked or alarmed which could potentially scare you off or have you close your heart to him, “Can I come in?”

You nod softly and open your door wider so he can come in, you were expecting him anyway since he said he’d be over soon

Vyn is still in his doctor coat which he slings over your shoulders, noticing you’re only wearing shorts and a t-shirt when you had the ac on blast. It was freezing in your home

He turns on a small lamp, not wanting to blind you with the bright light of the room, but needing to change the feel of your home subtly

Taking a seat on your couch, he pats the spot beside him, eyeing your bloody shirt until you’re seated

“May I?” he asks, gesturing to your shirt and whether he could see the damage you made. You knew there was no hiding things from Vyn. He was used to this and probably already knew what was going on, so you hesitantly nod, sighing in defeat as you begin to shake

You were scared of what he’d say or think about you after seeing your fresh cuts…

Vyn gently lifts your shirt and takes in the sight of your cuts with a neutral expression, then walks away to get some supplies to bandage you up so they don’t get infected

When he returns with a first aid kit, he quietly and softly cleans you up before speaking again

“I am all ears if you would like to say what led you to do this? And before you say it, no you are not a burden, no I am not upset, and no I do not hate you, darling. I am still very much in love with you despite how much it pains me to see you hurt yourself like this. I would just like to understand from your perspective if you would let me in,” he smiles softly, ready to hear you out

And as if he had some kind of magic pull on you, you find yourself revealing everything to him, from the complicated emotions and episodes you’ve gone through for the past few days, to how it all led to you eventually harming yourself, so you could feel something for once…something other than your depression and anxiety

He understood now, from your isolation, to the state of your home, and your desire to feel something, hence why it was so cold in your home and why you were wearing shorts despite how cold it was. All the pieces started to come together in his head

Vyn takes your hand in his now that he finished treating your cuts, he laces your fingers together as he speaks, “I first want you to know that what you are feeling is normal. It happens to a lot of people who are not aware of how to properly cope with these intense feelings. Depression and anxiety are more common than you think, but perhaps taking matters into your own hands caused you to feel worse?”

“Perhaps,” you nod, agreeing with his words. This was something you always tried to deal with on your own, which is why you tried to isolate yourself in the first place, you didn’t want to drag anyone else into your problems, you felt this was your own burden to carry

“Now…speaking not as a psychiatrist, but as your boyfriend, I want to say I care about you more than anything in this world. You are the light of my life, the one and only person I look forward to seeing everyday, so please do not lock me out of your heart, darling. It is my actual job and my duty as your lover to ensure you are okay. But you can count on me to help you through this if you would allow it”

Whether you take his help or not, he’d still show you his love and support for whatever decision you make

After a few hugs and more chatting, Vyn would make you some tea to calm you down

He’d squeeze you into his business day if you choose to seek counseling with him…after all he’s the only person he’d trust to truly help you through this

Through the good and the bad, Vyn will always remain by your side and hear you out, even with your smallest issues

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 7/18/2023

[kissofthemis]

hii! can I request the nxx boys with a reader who used to be in an abusive relationship (now an ex) and an example situation when one of the boys raises a hand the reader thinks their going to git them so they flinch or when the boys cook the reader a table full of food the reader starts to sob because they're not used to eating in big amounts (ik I have that problem) all separate pls c:

srry if it's a bit too much u don't have to accept the request!

Hi friend! Sorry for the wait! This type of request is not a problem for me, but I will put it under a "read more" to be safe!

TW abuse mention; implied abuse; PTSD

❤️ Artem ❤️

Your first instinct upon seeing all the delicious dishes that Artem placed on the table was for your mouth to start watering.

Your second instinct was to consciously shut down that response before Artem could notice, and you managed to cut it off before even a drop of saliva could escape your lips.

You'd trained yourself how to do that in your last relationship, a long time ago.

When Artem finally sat down to join you, you didn't make eye contact with him. You just dipped your head politely and began to eat from the plate he had placed in front of you. If you avoided looking at the other dishes he'd placed on the table, from colorful grilled vegetables to aromatic jasmine rice, then you wouldn't crave them as much.

Artem needed more food than you anyway. He was larger, smarter, busier. He needed the energy, and you should be grateful he whipped up a plate for you at all.

That was what you had learned a long time ago. To be grateful for what you had and not to beg for what you didn't deserve.

Perhaps you ate too quickly, however, because your plate was empty within minutes. You sat quietly, waiting to see if Artem would stir up conversation. (He wasn't a highly talkative person, so you were equally content with sipping from your water glass in silence.)

Finally he spoke, and nothing could have prepared you for the concerned murmur of, "If you're still hungry, you can take more. Everything here is for us to share."

"... Huh?"

Now you couldn't help yourself from gawking at him, wide-eyed and perplexed. "N-no, I'm fine. You already made me a plate!"

Artem pensively prodded at a pepper. "Only to start you off," he explained. "I wasn't sure what your favorite foods are, or what you would enjoy most, so I gave you a little bit of everything and decided to put the rest here in their original dishes so you could decide on your own what you wanted to eat." His brow knitted in consternation as he added, the worry in his tone subtle but unmistakable, "Did you think that was all I would let you eat?"

The worry on his face dramatically increased in mere seconds. He nearly jumped out of his seat as he leaned over with a napkin to dab at your eyes. "You're crying. Are you crying?"

Clearly he hadn't expected this reaction from you, and honestly, you hadn't expected to react this way either. The only person more confused than him right now was you. All of this? For you to eat as you please? Any dish, any amount?

"I... You... You're so kind, Artem," was all you could manage to mumble out between your tears.

"I'm nothing special," he insisted, his deep ocean gaze gentle but firm. "I care about you. A lot. So please... eat up and take care of yourself, alright?"

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💛 Luke 💛

"Luke, we're going to be late!"

Running on the same wavelength as the brunet sometimes did more harm than good. You had both arrived way too early for the escape room that you planned to do today with some friends, so you had camped out underneath a shady tree and watched ducks floating by on the lake.

Who knew counting ducks could make you fall asleep just like sheep?

"It's like a 5 minute walk! The building is right there!" Luke protested, but even his amused grin couldn't hide the hint of concern in his voice. "That's nothing for me!"

"Okay, then you will be on time, but I don't follow the Luke Pearce cardio regimen!" you whined. "And if you leave me in the dust, I'll never forgive you!"

You knew he wouldn't run off without you, so your "threat" was mostly in jest, but the fear that flickered across his eyes almost made you feel guilty.

Almost, but not guilty enough to stop you from sprinting ahead.

"Wait, wait!" Luke cried out suddenly as you began to dart off without him.

His words stopped you in your tracks, and you spun around as fast as you could to turn back towards him.

The heat coursing through your adrenaline-pumped veins immediately froze as a large hand came flying towards your face.

No. No! I messed up! I'm sorry!

With a shriek, you dropped to the ground, arms raised defensively above your head.

I took it too far. I wasn't funny. He's mad. He's mad he's mad he's mad and I deserve this. I deserve this.

Cowering on the ground with your eyes squeezed tightly shut, you braced yourself for impact. Maybe it'd be a smack, maybe a slap, maybe a punch. You weren't sure, but you knew it was coming.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

... why wasn't it coming?

Hesitantly you opened one eye, expecting to see rage ablaze in Luke's passionate coral eyes.

But instead you saw pure fear on his face, as his skin had gone white as a sheet and his hands pulled in close to his chest, shaking.

"Did I... scare you?" he asked carefully, his voice hoarse.

Why was he afraid? Wasn't he mad? Wasn't he...

Maybe your gut reaction was... wrong?

"I'm sorry," you whispered, and you slowly lowered your arms.

Luke looked as though he wanted to step forward, but he held himself back so as to avoid startling you. "You had a leaf in your hair," was all he said. "I wanted to get it out."

"I'm sorry," you repeated. You felt like a broken record, but as shaken as you still were, what else could you say?

Luke lowered himself onto one knee and tentatively reached a hand towards you, like he were coaxing a small animal. He seemed relieved as you inched a little closer to him.

When you finally got close enough for him to remove the leaf, he instead pulled you into his arms.

"Who do I need to kill, [Y/N]?"

"Luke, no."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💜 Marius 💜

You tried to keep your eyes off the clock, but the more time that passed, the more difficult that became.

While you had no doubt that Marius von Hagen, of all people, could easily get another reservation at a high-end restaurant, you knew he had been looking forward to taking you to this particular spot for weeks now. But luck had not been on his side this week, as Pax was swamped from left to right with deals to close and disputes to settle. Marius had been sleeping even less than usual; he wouldn't admit it to you, but even if he covered the bags under his eyes with makeup and chugged coffees, you could see the fatigue in the way his eyes had lost a lot of sparkle.

You loved the mischievous gleams and artistic sparks in his eyes, and if this date was only going to cause him more stress...

"Hey, Mar--"

"You will see me at 2:00 tomorrow, or you will find another buyer! Capice?"

Everything else in the room melted away all at once. The clock. Vincent's apologetic face. The Pax sign behind the desk. The huge windows revealing the sunset. All of it, all of it faded into oblivion as soon as that deep, loud, angry voice hit your ears.

Like a thunderstorm had let loose a ferocious flash of lightning and deafening clap of thunder just above your head, all your senses kicked into high gear to focus on one thing:

Stay alive. Stay alive. Get low, get quiet, stay alive.

You weren't sure when Marius hung up the phone. You weren't sure when Marius walked over to you. You weren't even sure where you were.

Perhaps it was for the best that you couldn't see what Marius saw right now: the person he loved most in the world, crouching behind a couch with hands clapped over their ears, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and murmuring quietly and rapidly in an effort to stay grounded.

Marius von Hagen had money, power, and influence beyond what most people could dream, but even he couldn't stop a trauma response in its tracks.

You flinched as you felt a large weight drop on top of your head, but slowly you unclenched your jaw as you realized it was a large but gentle hand, stroking your hair rhythmically.

You dared to open your eyes, slowly fluttering your eyelids open until Marius' concerned, exhausted face came into clear view.

"I'm sorry I yelled," he murmured.

You shook your head, and as you pulled your hands away from your ears, you tried to reach out and pat him on the shoulder. But your hands were still shaking, and you cursed yourself silently as you realized you wouldn't be able to comfort him like this. "You've been under a lot of stress."

Marius let out a low, self-deprecating chuckle. "That's no excuse. I can't fulfill my very important role if I lose my cool like that."

"The President of Pax isn't allowed to get upset?"

Marius snorted. "Not that role. Nobody cares about me as president, anyway. I mean as your lover."

Before you could even fully process his words and tell him how touching and sincere they were, Marius gently flicked your forehead.

"Besides, I'll be less stressed now that I called off the deal with that old curmudgeon. Ready for dinner, babe?"

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💚 Vyn 💚

Stealth. Stealth. You were the embodiment of stealth.

Phase 1 had been easy. Since you were staying in Vyn's guest room tonight as he had to get up early (or at least attempt to) tomorrow, he hadn't noticed you tip-toeing out at midnight. That room was around the corner from his own bedroom, after all, and his closed door meant he couldn't see you sneak over to the stairs.

Phase 2 had been a little more challenging: the stairs themselves. In order to avoid any creaking that could give you away, you had decided to crawl along the side and test each step to figure out where the sturdiest part was. (You had also made a mental note to inform Vyn that the third step from the bottom definitely needed to be repaired, because it squeaked like a rusty hinge.)

Phase 3 was almost complete and going off without a hitch. You had just turned the corner into his kitchen, and now the refrigerator door was in plain sight. The hardwood was a bit of a pain compared to sneaking around on carpet, but your socks should be sufficiently muffled on the kitchen tile. You inhaled deeply and gave your stomach a reassuring pat.

'Soon. Soon we will be appeased.'

Gingerly you stepped across the tile, gently you opened the door, and with a victorious smile, you inspected the glowing contents of Vyn's refrigerator.

Jackpot!

As you debated whether to grab yogurt, cheese, or some celery to scoop up peanut butter, a low voice sounded behind you.

"If you want a midnight snack, might I recommend something low sugar so that you can fall asleep shortly after?"

You nearly screeched as you slammed the door shut and whirled around with your back pressed against its cold metal surface. Suppressing a whimper, you raised your arms defensively in front of your abdomen and face as you looked up to an amused pair of glimmering golden eyes.

"I... I'll go back to bed. I'm sorry. I didn't..."

Excuses swarmed your head like a mess of bees, but you doubted any of them would spare you from your inevitable fate.

They had never saved you in the past, after all.

"Please don't be mad...."

You regretted the words as soon as they came out of your mouth. That would just make Vyn angrier! You couldn't bear to look at him, so you turned your head away and held your breath as you waited for his response.

"Why would I be mad?"

Surprised by these words and how genuine they sounded, you dared to take a peek at Vyn. He didn't even look sleepy as he gazed at you with knitted brow and a fretful frown on his pale face. "If anything, I'm... disappointed." He sighed softly and extended a hand to you. "Let me help you up, darling."

You weren't sure your quivering legs would support you even with Vyn's help, so you kept one hand on the refrigerator door as Vyn helped you to your feet. "Disappointed?" you echoed, unable to quash your curiosity.

"Of course. I am, after all, an excellent pastry chef, if I do say so myself." His gaze softened as he guided you slowly to one of the seats behind the kitchen counter. "The thought that you'd rather snack on cheese instead of a fresh tiramisu, matcha tart, or mille-feuille... well, that is quite the blow to my self-esteem."

Was he... trying to lighten the mood? You couldn't be sure if he was serious or joking. "I... shouldn't be hungry. You gave me plenty to eat."

Vyn didn't seem bothered by that. "No 'should' or 'shouldn't' applies here. You are hungry, and I simply cannot allow that." He chuckled and opened the refrigerator, tutting softly as he reviewed its contents. "I'll have to regretfully inform you I am low on eggs, but perhaps next time I can make you a crème brulée."

As relief flooded over you, you allowed yourself to smile. "... I don't think I trust you with a torch at this hour, anyway."

Vyn drummed his fingers against the counter. "Harsh, but understandable." He sighed. "Now then, please select a dessert, unless you want me to psychoanalyze everything that happened just now instead."

"Strawberry shortcake, please!"

[queenie-avenue]

" 𝗂 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 "

💌 ⤻ the archives, where you'll meet the one.

requests: open.

looking for the lovesick archives? here you go! —> lovesick archives [the yanderes]

MYSTIC MESSENGER

♡ Can I go where you go? — Jumin Han x GN! Reader Headcanons

TEARS OF THEMIS

♡ Before the sun rises, stay. — Artem Wing x GN! Reader

♡ More than Coworkers. — Artem Wing x GN! Reader Headcanons

DEMON SLAYER/KIMETSU NO YAIBA

♡ Happiness Sadness is a Butterfly — Shinobu Kocho x Fem! Reader

♡ Going from the stomach to the heart. — Mitsuri Kanroji x GN! Reader

GRISHAVERSE SERIES

♡ Lights are on you, but your eyes are on him. — Kaz Brekker x GN! Reader

♡ Making up for past mistakes. — Nikolai Lantsov x Genya Safin

HARRY POTTER + HOGWARTS LEGACY + HARRY POTTER: MAGIC AWAKENED (I won't do Fantastic Beasts/Cursed Child as I have not read or watched/do not plan to)

♡ There are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. — An Analysis of which houses Ivy Warrington, Daniel Page and Lottie Turner would be in.

♡ Green with Envy, Slytherin Green. — Sebastian Sallow x Fem! Reader

♡ You're so pretty, it hurts. — Sebastian Sallow x Fem! Reader [anon ask]

♡ The smell of you drives him insane. — Daniel Page x GN! Reader

HAZBIN HOTEL + HELLUVA BOSS

♡ Charming Demon Belle! — Alastor x Fem! Reader

♡ Sent from Below, Fell from Above. — Alastor x Fem! Reader [pt.1] [pt.2]

[kiskyz]

“A Day Off”

♡A Valentine Day Special♡

TW: general yandere stuff

Valentine's day was right around the corner, yet the office remained almost unchanged. The only thing that changed a bit was the cases, most fights between couples.

You thought about your plans for Valentine’s day. You would take the day off, relax at Artem’s home and do the things you enjoyed. You both decided to not go out since you rarely spent time with just yourselves.

You dreamed about it. Just the two of you, in the comforts of your home, doing the things you both enjoyed. You made these plans a month ago yet and said you’d take the day off, but now when the day has come, no one could have been prepared for the influx of cases. 

What doesn’t help is that Artem gets very antsy around cases involving quarrels between couples, married or not.

“Kiki, I don’t know how we’re going to finish everything in time.” You sighed, rethinking the plans. “We may have to only take half the day off.”

“No! Don’t!” Kiki responded fast, “You guys deserve a day off, and what better day to do it than Valentine’s day? If you really are too busy, I can help! I’m always here!!”

You smiled with defeat, “Maybe but if it’s too much, Artem and I will figure it out ourselves.”

That conversation gave you a boost of motivation that helped to finish the work. 

After a long and exhausting week, the big day was finally here.

You rang the doorbell to Artem’s house fairly early in the morning, a cup of coffee in hand. You heard hurried movements behind the door before it finally opened and revealed a disheveled Artem. He wore a cute apron and the scent of your favorite breakfast foods hit your nose.

“C-come in!” He gestured to the inside. “I still have to finish cooking  something though, so you can just get seated at the table.”

You stepped in with a smile and set your bag down, “I got you your favorite coffee! Where should I put it?”

He scurried back to the kitchen, “Just put it on the table!”

You laughed and walked into the dining room. The table was set and adorned with adorable Valentine's day decorations and delicious-looking food. 

“Ah! Artem you did so much. Thank you!” You smiled before feeling bad about the gifts you got him, which seemed little in comparison.

He ran in with the last of the food, fresh beignets, but tripped on the carpet.

“Artem-!” You yelled worriedly as the plate of food came crashing down, the plate broke and spilled the food everywhere.

“Are you ok?!” You ran to him, making sure to avoid the remains of the plate on the ground.

“I-I’m ok, but what about you.” He grabbed your arms frantically. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You reassured him.

He looked down, “Sorry about the beignets.”

“No, no. It’s fine! Plus you made so many other delicious foods!” You reassured him holding your hand out.

He accepted it with a doubtful expression and stood up.

Breakfast passed uneventfully and nicely but the rest of the day was a mess of accidents. The movie you were planning on watching had a scratch on the disk and wasn’t streaming on any platforms you had, you burned the popcorn, spilled coffee on your favorite outfit, and more.

You laid on the bed and looked at the ceiling in defeat. What’s funny is that you didn’t hate the day all that much. The fact that almost everything went wrong made you laugh

“Sorry,” Artem said sitting on the edge of the bed and looking out the window.

“It’s not your fault.” You sighed. “Want to just lay down for a bit-”

“What did I do? Why did this day have to turn out like this?” He raised his voice a bit.

You looked at him, “It’s not you, it’s just-”

“But today wasn’t a good day.” He looked at you.

He didn’t exactly lie, “I didn’t hate it though.”

“But you didn’t enjoy it.”

“Well, I did enjoy most of the day. When the movie was scratched it was nice watching a different movie, when the popcorn burnt it was funny to see your reaction, when-”

“You're just trying to make me feel better.” Artem interrupted.

You looked at him with annoyance, “I’m not. Are you sure you're not trying to make yourself feel better?”

He looked at you in alarm, “No, no. Besides what matters is if you enjoyed-” 

“No Artem!” You yelled. “You, need to enjoy the day just as much as I, and clearly you didn’t. I’m sorry you felt that way but I had fun despite everything that happened.”

He looked away silently.

Well great, now the day was officially ruined. 

Something you didn’t like about Artem was his habit of prioritizing you over his own well-being. He also had a habit of convincing himself you were feeling a certain way but in reality, you were feeling the opposite. You thought that little habits like these would get better throughout the relationship but you were wrong. 

Maybe you were overreacting but it wasn’t just today. It was a build-up over time and today just put you over the edge.

“Sorry-”

“Artem!” You yelled again even angrier before sighing and getting up.

He looked at you in shock, “Where are you going?”

You hated to do this to him, you really did, “H-how… How about we just take a little break?”

He looked at you confused, “A break from work, right?”

“...”

“Right?” He smiled.

You looked away, “Just for a few days maybe? I’m sorry-”

He went behind you and pulled you into a hug, “Please just stay for dinner and see if your feelings change.”

You scrunched your face feeling a wide variety of emotions, “I’m so sorry Artem. I’ve thought about this for a while-”

You felt him stiffen.

“A while?” He repeated.

You pushed out of the hug shaking. It was taking everything in you to fight off tears.

“I love you Artem, I truly...” You trailed off before continuing, “I do. I just need a few days.”

You left the room.

Why’d it have to be on Valentine's Day?

You grabbed your bag near the door and slipped your shoes back on.

“Y/N, wait.”

You tried ignoring him but he turned you around with his hand, “At least have these chocolates.”

You stood frozen in thought before reluctantly grabbing it. 

“How about you eat one here.” He said with a complicated expression.

You shook your head, “I’m not really in a chocolate mood.”

He shifted anxiously, “Alright...”

His expression made you feel guiltier and you shoved one in your mouth. It could help to keep the tears away!

His eyes lit up and seemed to await a reaction. That reaction was probably one of enjoyment but if you had to be honest, they didn’t taste the best.

Perhaps homemade chocolate just wasn’t for him!

“T-they’re good.” You lied and slowly opened the door. “Goodbye, Artem.”

The last thing you saw before leaving was a face of many emotions, but most of all, anxiety.

You tiredly made your way toward your car, unlocking it and climbing in. You sat in silence for a few seconds before breaking down. Oh, how you hoped he couldn’t see you from a window.

He was a good guy and you really loved him, but a break is the best thing for you right now. One thing is for sure though, work will be awkward. 

You started the car and grabbed your phone feeling more tired than before. You needed to call Kiki, you needed someone to vent to.

You searched through recent callers and your eyes felt heavier by the second. You let yourself close your eyes for a bit but opened them and clicked the call button.

The sound of ringing sounded throughout your car.

One second passed, the ringing continued.

Another second passed, the ringing continued.

Another second.

Another.

Another.

It all blurred together and your head fell to the side with exhaustion. Your eyes made out a figure outside the door.

Oh. The door isn’t locked. Maybe you should lock it!

Your mind worked slowly. The ringing had stopped at one point but you didn’t notice. It seems like Kiki’s busy.

You went to click the lock button on your car but unconsciousness beat you.