May I request: https://youtu.be/ivW5-A2Kdh0
this kind if situation with Marius? Idk I think its quite funny to be this kind of “office romance” and the other boys and Rosa just watching it with a straight face in the background (If you don’t mind making Rosa as ger own character ofc. I see her as her own character and totally ship her with Luke)
character: marius von hagen
synopsis: rosa watches you and marius pine for one another like idiots, and makes the executive decision that the back and forth has simply gone on long enough.
a/n: haha heyyyy
rosa slides a crisp bank note on the nxx bar table, a sharp glint in her eye that you'd only get after seeing the darkest pits of stellis alleys. across her, luke smirks, mirroring her movements – only with double the cash.
"10,000 stellin mc confesses," quips rosa.
"20,000 on marius," luke shoots back.
artem shakes his head in amused indifference, "it's rude to bet on others' suffering." vyn laughs at that, "I wouldn't call it suffering. the way i see it, they seem to enjoy their pointless pining."
on the other end of the complex, you and marius are busy chasing each other around columns and file cabinets. marius waves around a horrific picture of you, sleeping with your mouth agape and your nose scrunched up in ways you don't think any anti-wrinkle specialist has ever seen before.
"marius! i will kill you!"
"i'm making this my phone wallpaper! in fact, i might just get it printed on real wallpaper!"
you huff indignantly, realizing you'd never be able to catch up to him. especially, not with his long strides and agile swerving. so in your rage-addled mind, it stands to reason that the next best course of action is to jump the man. and so that's what you do. you lunge at him like a cat to an unclothed ankle, and send both him and yourself toppling over.
in a show of pure athleticism, marius manages to catch you in his arms (which you suppose was an unintended outcome, but was nonetheless welcome). still, the most he can do is cushion your fall on his chest and his: ungracefully, on the cold, hard ground.
you quickly swipe his phone and delete it, but the annoyed protest from marius never comes. instead, his ears are tinged a slight pink as he softly helps you to a sitting position on the ground between his legs.
instead of right on his lap.
you turn to him with a proud smile on your face, waving his phone around. to which, he responds with whines about how he's injured and in pain.
rosa and luke share an incredulous glance as hypothetical pink flowers and glitter fills the air of the nxx headquarters. the two watch as your hands run over marius' non-existent bruising where marius says the fall got him. they then proceed to watch you coo over the evidently pleased man, as you apologize with nothing short of sweet whispers and gentle coaxing.
if rosa was completely honest, it was kind of disgusting to look at. alas, she was but a poor soul subject to the most visceral form of visual torture: two idiots who had no idea what to do with their feelings.
so later on that evening, when it's just you and her left, she moves to make her money's worth. "soooo...marius, huh?"
"hm? what's up?" and to your credit, you actually look confused. rosa has no idea if you're genuinely that thick-skulled, or if you need to be assigned to more undercover missions.
"you like him. he likes you. that's what's up."
"pshhhh, no! no way, we're just friends!"
"you two are more clingy, more sickly sweet, more unsubtle with your flirting than most married couples i've met."
"that's not true! but...you actually think he likes me?"
rosa cocks a brow and laughs. she shrugs and saunters out, despite your protests. 10,000 stellin be damned, it would be funnier to let you two numbskulls figure it out.
the next afternoon, she walks in to your drooling face on marius' shoulder. he's busy reading documents, but keeps his left arm uncomfortable propped up for the betterment of your beauty sleep. your makeup is rubbing off on his sweater, leaving slight blurs of color in the deep navy. rosa figures marius is willing to make the trade off anyways, seeing as he spends more time looking down at your unkempt, unconscious face than he does actually perusing the far more important (subjective: marius would disagree) documents in his right hand.
"woooow, cuddling. romantic," rosa comments, her back turned to marius.
"nah, i'm just a great friend, and she's just very tired is all," marius responds. rosa is grateful her face isn't visible to marius, because she cannot help the eye roll that elicits from her. she places her bag down and walks over to where you two are strewn on the couch.
"you like her. i know it."
rosa sends him a sharp look, "you two are so revolting all the time, and i'm sick of it. if i have to suffer through any more heart eyes between the two of you, you two had better start dating soon."
"I do not make heart eyes at her! does she really look at me with heart eyes?"
"all im saying is...if not now, then when?"
luke walks in at that moment. rosa sighs before helping him with the boxes he's carrying, "you are never seeing that 20,000 stellin again, pearce."
marius, unable to move from where you're lain on him, calls out "what are you guys talking about? is there a bet?! are you betting on me?!"
"figure out your feelings first, von hagen!"
eventually, you stir from your sleep, and wake up to marius, donning an expression you've never seen before. "what's wrong with you?"
"nothing," he can't bring himself to look at you. he's terrified he'll see what he's been avoiding for so long: the person he's stupidly in love with. you poke his cheek, having known him for far too long to let his shift in demeanor pass you by.
you memorize that face, those features – down to the softest curl of his lips when he knows he's bested you again, and the slight droop in his eyes when he's scared he's gone too far with his teasing. you know his body language better than you know your own. so when he croons his neck away from your face, and his eyes shift around the room nervously, you know something must have happened in the hour between falling asleep on him and the present.
"i'm serious, nothing is wrong!" but you don't believe it. you press your face closer to his, much to his detriment, and unexpected delight. your brows are furrowed in suspicion, and his fingers almost instinctively want to reach out and massage the crease away from your face. your hair bristles past his cheek and he audibly gulps. he's never felt this stupid and unarmed, such that he finds himself quite reminiscent of a teenage boy having to talk to a girl his age for the first time ever.
"marius, i'm just worried is all," you press a hand to his forehead to check for a fever, and somehow inch even closer. he's sure all the blood rushing into his cheeks and his face must make him warm to the touch. "please tell me?"
your eyes are soft and pleading, and he's never learned to say no to that face. instead, he settles for grabbing you by the shoulders, just firmly enough to position you away from him. he pretends not to notice the slight hurt that accompanies the startle in your eyes. "you should go."
you're lost, having never seen your best friend like this, and so suddenly, to top it off. an hour ago, you were sound asleep on his chest and he was fine with it; the smear of foundation on his left sleeve can attest to that!
"did I do something? what's wrong with me being near you all of a sudden?"
he internally kicks himself for finding your worried expression so endearing. then he does an internal uppercut on himself for relishing in your avid concern for him.
he lets out a sigh of frustration before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, his face in a new shade of red beyond anything seen before. "that's what's wrong."
rosa sighs from across the hall, fishing her wallet out of her pocket for 10,000 stellin.
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