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It wasn’t too late in the evening, late enough for Krystal to be worried about the two cats she was tasked with caring for though. One her own and the other her best friend’s. She planned to head to Bryan’s place first, knowing Saoirse could wait a little while longer for dinner. Krystal had been taking care of Shy since Bryan left, making sure she ate and was given all the affection she wanted. So her routine now was to let herself into her friend’s apartment once a day and check on the sweet kitty before heading home to take care of her own.

Krystal, keeping with this routine, let herself into Bryan’s apartment that evening after her shift at the hospital. Unsurprised to find Shy rubbing against her legs, purring and just being her sweet self. However, what did make her heart race was a sudden sound coming from Bryan’s bedroom. He hadn’t texted her to let her know when he was returning yet so she could only assume, it wasn’t her friend. Shy left her to curl up on the couch, obviously unbothered by the potential intruder into her home. Which should have been a hint to the doctor but she was tired, so she wasn’t quite firing on all cylinders.

She did the only thing she could think to do at that moment, which was to grab a lamp off an end table and head towards the noise. With one hand holding the lamp, poised to strike she used the other to ease his bedroom door open. Movement caught her eye and she was about to hit the intruder when she recognized the familiar stature and blonde hair. She instantly relaxed her arm holding the lamp behind her to swing, an unbelieving scoff leaving her lips. Krystal looked as frazzled as she felt when she shockingly shouted at her friend.

Time to prove you deserve this sought after chair. Valentina didn’t realize the best salon on the island was so high-end. As a lover of luxury and pampering, she was happy to know such places existed in her new home. However, working in such a place was a completely different story. It was a type of silent competition that came from your client base, low key trying to prove to all the other stylist’s that you belong there.

Today was her first day and her first client was due to walk in the door at any moment. Val was bouncing on her toes in excitement, she was excited to be back to work and to get her hands busy with hair again. She moved the things around on the countertop of her station one more time she heard her name be called over the intercom, informing her that her first client had arrived.

Valentina strode up to the reception desk, her black heeled boots clicking with each step. Her long ponytail swinging behind her, swinging in time with the sway of her hips. The employee at the front desk pointed out her client in the waiting area, so she made her way over to them.

“Hi, there! Welcome to Halo, I’m Valentina and I will be your stylist today. What can I do for you?”

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“No, no not about her. I know you have that handled - I mean not that I’m not worried about her I am it’s just -” Krystal cut herself off as she took a deep breath and get her train of thought back on track. “It’s just that the anniversary is today and I have no idea where my head is at.” It was the anniversary of her grandmother’s death - the day she was left all alone on this planet. Her final family tie, leaving her as an orphan girl in her twenties. She didn’t really want to talk about it but, she was also having issues compartmentalizing it.

The doctor slid off her white coat and laid it over the back of the chair in the lounge, leaving her in her purple scrubs. She let her long hair down from the clip and shook her head out, running her hands through her hair, calming herself down. It was a habit she acquired to cope with her anxiety years ago. “We don’t need to go to your office I’m fine. Just gonna do my coping shit and move on.” She always did act lightly when it came to her anxiety, trying not to make it a big deal. Even though she knew of all people Bryan would judge her the least.

 She’d been plenty busy in the ER, helping her keep her mind off her own problems. That was until some of the nurses forced her to go take a break. Now she was stuck with her thoughts - luckily she ran into Bryan in the lounge hoping he would distract her a bit. “I know, I tried to take her pain but, I couldn’t handle it. I also had another god show up last night. I thought Zeus was fun - Tohil was great until he started a bonfire in the middle of his room. Which wasn’t great for me, obviously.” She paused gesturing to her covered legs, where her burn scars lay under the fabric.

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Bryan had not expected this, well, he kind of had, he knew that when he’d been invited out to drink with the other surgeon it probably wasn’t going to end as innocently as Bryan thought. He was in tight black jeans and a jumper with some cut out sections, he knew he looked cute but he had not expected this. He had been interested in the surgeon for as long as he could remember them working together. Even when Hwiyoung talked down to him at consults, even when Hwiyoung acted like surgery was the only medicine of importance. Bryan had attempted to nurse his drink, attempted to play coy, but he couldn’t help it, the surgeon was looking at him, actually seeing him.

He wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up going back to Hwiyoung’s place, though he did remember the rushed heavy kisses outside the club, holding Hwiyoung against him, Bryan was naturally more submissive, as well as being smaller than Hwiyoung. He felt the other against him, he didn’t know quite how he’d let it get this far, but he knew he was too far to stop it. He could see him, and for once, just one time it a memory that wasn’t tainted by his ex, this was just them. He had kissed Hwiyoung in the elevator going up to the apartment, it was clear that Hwiyoung was going to be in control.

Not that that was problem for Bryan, he’d be anything Hwiyoung asked for, eyes on him as they entered. The only thing Bryan had to make sure is that no one threw water on him and that they didn’t take this to a shower, nothing killed the moment like visions of impending death. He looked at Hwiyoung and blushed crept over his cheeks. “Where do you want me?” He breathed out, because honestly, he’d do whatever Hwiyoung asked him.

He was moved onto the bed, onto his back, and he looked up. His breath caught in the back of his throat. Hand moving to pull the other down for another kiss, wanting him closer, wanting them together. He wasn’t new at this, but he did need Hwiyoung to guide him.

Bryan was an easy target - whether it was demeaning him at work or getting him into bed, Hwiyoung had never doubted how easy it would be. They went out for drinks to start out with, just a few shots while letting loose to the thumping music of the club’s DJ, but the night had ended up with their lips locked in heated kisses and hands roaming to places that they shouldn’t have. But God, Hwiyoung needed the stress relief and Bryan was clearly so willing to be used.

He wasn’t a fool - he had noticed how Bryan looked at him at the hospital, turning away with a shy expression when ever he was caught. It wasn’t something that surprised Hwiyoung. People always loved a bad boy after all and him? He had always been bad. 

He hadn’t bothered to talk to Bryan as they headed back to his apartment; it was already clear what was in their time and surely, conversation with the passive, weak little man would only ruin the mood. Hwiyoung had no patience for what he considered idiocy and, whilst Bryan could not be considered a total fool, his do-good nature was all too frustrating. Instead, Hwiyoung busied his lips and his roaming hands, locking Bryan against his body in a firm embrace. Possession.

Nuwa really wasn’t doing all that well. The Emperor’s presence was getting to her and led her to make more and more mistakes in her distracted state. She barely felt the chill of the air until it was too late and she realized she’d forgotten her jacket in her office. There was no use turning back now, however, as Bryan was already approaching her and -- she hated herself, in that moment, for how she let herself be affected by all of this.

Of course he saw that she was cold. She braced herself for a comment about her sudden forgetfullness, her imperfection, but none came. Instead he simply, nonchalantly, offered her his jacket.

“I... thank you, darling, but I would not want to impose. You would be cold if you gave me this, after all.”

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This was a preliminary session, Bryan was taking notes and trying to work out how best she could be helped by the hospital. He gave her a little smile, “Is there a reason why you feel like you have to be so strong? Sometimes when we show our vulnerability we’re being stronger than those who put up that front.” He gave her a small look. He just wanted to get to the root of all of this. He looked at the woman, she was beautiful, and he’d already circled the name of her God parent - Freyr. He’d spoken to a Son of Freyr before, he’d been having regular sessions to try to get over his grief at the loss of a partner. However, Bryan had had to give him to a different doctor, he couldn’t cope listening to a story about someone who’s partner had left. It hurt too much.

He did like Blair, he wondered why she was here, she was a little withheld from him and that was okay, he knew that it wasn’t the most comfortable situation to be speaking to a therapist for the first time. He always hated the first session with someone new, having to go over the whole story again. He had pride themed items around the office and some badges on his outfit. He would always take them off when going into the wards, but here he was sure he was safe. “You’re safe here, I promise that, you don’t have to hold up the whole world.”

Blair hated being at the hospital, and hated even more that she had been half forced in to see a therapist, but she couldn’t blame it; Mount Phoenix has been having some uncharacteristic thunderstorms for months and, with her brother now gone, it was fairly obvious that she was the root of the problem. It didn’t make her detest it any less though. It was nothing to do with Bryan, he seemed nice enough and - at the very least - Blair didn’t have the urge to sock him in the face. It was actually the whole talking part that was a problem - she was used to keeping her walls up, had been doing so for years, and sometimes found it difficult to even show her vulnerability to her own mother.

pll season one; a texts ask meme x accepting