#slowly trying to get comfortable behind a keyboard again

[suskz]

anon ask: Hey pookie 💕 Can I pls request boyfriend Chan while his girlfriend is working on her bachelors project because I’m about to graduate and I’m STRESSED 😭😭😭 Can be any genre you want tbh, fluff, comfort, smut whatever you feel like atm

pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

t/w: fluff ; clingy Channie ; stressed reader ; reader is not good at taking breaks.

w/c: 1.4k

a/n: I hope you like it! And good luck with your graduation! 😊

When he returns to the living room, you're still sitting on the couch with your computer on your lap and the low noise of the TV in the background.

His hand stops rubbing the towel on his wet hair and he sighs through his nose, looking at you.

He approaches the couch slowly, getting behind you without being noticed. His hand lands under your chin and tilts your head back, gently lifting your face towards the ceiling, where he placed his smiling face so you can look at him.

You're taken by surprise, but you don't startle, you don't have the time.

"It's not good to keep your head down like that for too long." he informs you, observing your upside-down face.

"Nor is it good to keep it like this.” you affirm, easily removing his hand and returning to look at the computer screen.

He huffs, "I just wanted a kiss." He pouts and walks around the couch to sit next to you. And he looks at you.

For a while, you pretend his presence doesn't bother you, but you feel the weight of his eyes on you, and eventually, you give in. You turn towards him and kiss away that cute pout from his lips. "Happy now?"

He smiles at you. Finally.

"No, I want more." He tries to kiss you again, but you move away and don't let him.

"Later," you return to typing on the keyboard, "And you still need to dry your hair."

"I want you to do it for me. I prefer it when you do it."

"Chan, I can't right now, do it yourself." You try to make him leave, but he doesn't give up.

"Pretty please?" When you look at him, you can't resist his puppy eyes.

You sigh, "Bring the hairdryer."

At your words, he smiles widely and quickly gets up from the couch to fetch the object from the bathroom and bring it to the living room to you.

You put the computer aside and plug in the cord while Chan settles between your legs, sitting on the floor with his back against the couch.

You turn on the hairdryer and start drying his hair. Your fingers move through his curls, grabbing and slightly pulling them, while the warmth spreads, slowly returning them to their fluffiness.

His body relaxes at your gentle touch, his eyes close, and his mind empties. He loves it when you touch his hair; he could stay there all day with your hands caressing them.

But everything has an end, and you turn off the hairdryer when his hair is completely dry. When you're done, you ruffle his hair aggressively, affectionately.

His head gently falls back, resting on the couch between your open legs. When you lower your gaze, he opens his eyes and smiles at you, his dimples showing on his cheeks.

Your heart fills with affection. He's so cute and pretty and you just want to kiss him all over his face.

Instead, you smile at him and place your hands on his cheeks, gently stroking his cheekbones with your thumbs.

When he stands up, he steals a kiss from you before bringing the object back in its place. He's cuddly.

Indeed, when he comes back to you and notices that you've already returned to the computer, his face falls and he approaches you.

"Y/n," he whines, sitting on the couch and looking at you, again, "Give me attention." He buries his face in the crook of your neck, hugging your waist, consequently causing you to take your fingers off the keyboard and raise your arms a little to give him space.

"Chan..." you call him, exhausted, "I have to work on the project, you know; I can't get distracted." You affirm.

It's been a few days since you spent some time with him, but only because you have to work on your bachelor project for graduation. You procrastinated, thinking it would be easy, but you regret it because it turned out to be harder than you thought, and now you have so much to do, and you just feel stressed.

"Yes, you can," he says, looking up at you, "Leave the computer for a little while and be with me; I missed you these days." He says the last sentence with a lower tone, pouty.

Guilt washes over you; you didn't want to stay away from him, but you thought it was necessary until this period is over.

"I missed you too, but you know how hard this work is and it takes time." You explain to him, as if he hadn’t already understood.

He sighs. He's trying to get your attention so you’ll take a break. He's not actually good at it himself, but when it comes to you, he knows what’s best for you and he’s always ready to help you understand it. But you didn't listen to him, and now he finds himself having to force you in a way that doesn't make you understand his true intentions.

But you understood. "Are you trying to distract me from the project?"

He keeps his gaze low and he’s silent for a few seconds, and you can clearly hear the thousand thoughts running through his head as he searches for a good answer.

But he doesn't find it. "Why should I?" He asks instead.

"Because you've been trying for days, and you're insisting too much on needing attention, it's unlike you." It's true. Chan can ask for cuddles, but he's never too insistent if he sees that you're busy doing something else.

"Uh... maybe?" Then he groans, "Yes, you’re right." He admits, "Can you take a short break now and spend time with your boyfriend? Please?" He asks pleadingly.

You're ready to say no, but then you stop to look at him. You sigh and chuckle slightly at his desperation.

Actually, thinking about it, you're tired. It wouldn't hurt to detach yourself from the subject that has kept you busy and isolated from the rest of the world for days.

That's why after saving the progress of the work on the document you were writing, you lie down in bed with him.

Your head is resting on his chest, the steady beat of his heart serene and soothing to your ears as he places an arm over your body in an affectionate gesture.

His hand caresses your hair as you gently scratch his still arm.

“You should never forget to take care of yourself, even if you’re busy; it worries me otherwise.” he says seriously, looking at an indistinct point in the room.

“That’s why you’re here with me.” you indirectly thank him, kissing the bare skin of his chest.

“Yet you don’t listen to me.” he disapproves, but it’s more playful now.

“Now you understand how I feel every time you work too much and don’t listen to me.” you tease.

“I’ll listen to you more often from now on.” he promises, but you don’t believe his words. You won’t until you see actual actions, but you know he really wants to try and will do his best.

“You need to keep your word though.”

His legs shift in the bed, rolling to one side and then returning, “I will.”

You bring out your pinky finger from one hand and present it to him. He looks at it for a few seconds, surprised, then crosses his own finger with yours, smiling at your cuteness, “You know it doesn’t mean anything to me, right?”

“But it does to me,” you say, “So commit to keeping the promise.”

“Right now, it’s you who needs to keep that same promise, though.”

“I never promised anything.” you speak the pure and authentic truth, but naturally he doesn’t like this.

You understand it especially when you feel his hand on your hair stop at a point, grab some strands, and pull slightly but enough to cause you pain.

“Ow!” You complain, giving him a light slap on the arm resting on you, then sitting up to look him in the face, “Why did you do that?!” You snap at him.

He gives you a fiery look, “You didn’t promise, but you’ll do it anyway.” He tries to sound serious and threatening, but seeing how cute you look while massaging your head, he can’t help but chuckle and wrap his arms around you in a loving embrace. You always get your way with him, even without trying.

“What, you love me now?” You say, offended, making him roll his eyes and ignore your dramatic words.

“Will you give me those kisses I asked for earlier, now?”

[dokries]

pairing: lee jihoon (woozi) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 733

warnings: mentions of food, jihoon is said to be a barbie BECAUSE IT’S TRUE, passing remark about “killing” (as in it hurts to just sit and watch)

author note: in true @woozivrse fashion, this is unnamed. this was a birthday gift for them! we miss you blond long hair woozi 😞

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you sit slumped on the couch of your second home, your phone tossed to the side to watch your boyfriend work. jihoon, too engrossed in his music as usual, doesn’t notice your eyes on him from the corner of his studio.

soonyoung had ordered…whatever tigers eat, and was waiting outside for the delivery person to arrive after he saw that they were a minute away. this left you utterly bored, the hyperactive man being the only thing more entertaining than your phone–of course your boyfriend is as well, but he had been glued to his computer ever since you and soonyoung had crashed his studio earlier.

your eyes drift from jihoon’s hands moving on his keyboard, probably writing lyrics that suddenly pop into his head, to the back of his ears, reminding you of his vampire-like complexion. the boys had somehow convinced him to go to italy with them–read: forced him to go, with soonyoung and vernon apologizing for taking him from you for a week over the phone before they got on their flight. you could thank them for finally dragging him outside; your man needs more vitamin d.

however, your eyes linger on his newly dyed hair, tucked back from his face, the length already to his shoulders. you had laughed when hoshi said jihoon was your very own barbie, but thinking back on it, you realize he’s right. your little rice ball is multi-talented, and blond! literally barbie.

you need to braid his hair. it’s the only thing in your mind, and it’s killing you to just watch him.

you sigh, catching the attention of the man who plagues your thoughts way too often.

“oh, did young-ah leave to go get the food he ordered?” jihoon asks, turning his chair around to look at you, his brows still furrowed from looking at the big screen in front of him for the past few hours.

you nod before looking longingly at his hair, hoping he’ll notice your gaze.

nope.

he just looks at you questionably, causing you to sigh again. okay, maybe you just needed to be more direct.

“i–”

“do–”

you both start speaking over each other, and share a small smile before you gesture for jihoon to talk first.

he clears his throat, the tips of his ears turning red. “do you…do you want to braid my hair?”

his hesitancy makes your jaw drop open. your mind is filled with only two thoughts. one: he's so cute. two: what can’t your man do? is he a mind reader??

(when you ask him later, he says that soonyoung had brought up that you wanted to braid his hair when it’s longer a few months ago. that sneaky little–)

regaining your composure, you nod quietly, still in shock that jihoon of all people had suggested you braid his hair first.

you gesture for him to move to the space right under your spot on the couch, and as he walks over, you can’t help but feel giddy inside.

when he sits down and is comfortable, you stare at the back of his head, unsure of where to start. you’ve never braided your boyfriend’s hair before, so maybe just a simple braid would suffice…for now.

you separate jihoon’s hair into three sections and take them gently, slowly braiding it to make sure he’s not uncomfortable.

the soft sounds of both of your breathing is the only noise in the room as you finish, trying to include the entire length to compensate for the lack of a hair tie.

you pat jihoon’s head once before giggling to yourself and taking a picture of your handiwork to show him. you tell him to turn around, and hand your phone to him with eager eyes, tucking jihoon’s bangs behind his ears as he gives you a soft smile, and a nod of approval.

“this looks great,” jihoon says before placing a shy peck on your cheek, his own turning red.

“HEY GUYS, I THINK THE DELIVERY PERSON WAS FLIRTING WITH ME?? THEY ASKED TO CONFIRM MY NUMBER—” soonyoung starts, slamming the door open with the takeout container of his favorite chicken place in his hands before looking down at the two of you smiling at each other. “oh you guys are being lovey-dovey again. i’ll see myself out…nice hangout guys!” he winks before closing the door, leaving you and jihoon both red in the face.

[tater-tots-thoughts]

Summary: You and Tom made a bet over who would be the first to break and touch or kiss the other, but when you have a panic attack mid-day, Tom is more than willing to be a loser just to help you.

Warnings: Panic attacks, swearing

Stupid idea, you think bitterly as you take your aggression out on your keyboard, typing a furious response to your coworker as a pounding headache behind your eyes nearly brings you to tears from staring at the screen for too long. Today you and Tom had the terrible idea of seeing who could last longer without touching the other, and quite honestly, you were prepared to deal with Tom’s gloating and smirk just about now. You wished for nothing more than his comfort as you struggled with your uncooperative superiors and boss. Today, there had been a huge website crash, and you were struggling to help get it up and running again before you lost major sales and shipments. You sighed as you sent your last email, confirming that you’d spoken to a big client and cleared up the issue, assuring them everything would be up and running shortly.

Sighing again, you stood up to stretch. This was the most stressed you’d felt in weeks, and Tom could sense it too. Sitting back down, you refocused and worked for several more hours before you heard Tom knock on your door.

“Come in,” you called hoarsely.

He walked in with a steaming cup of tea in hand and a small smile. He set it next to your computer.

“Milk and honey, just how you like it.”

You smiled at him, appreciating his small thoughtful gesture, though just looking at him made you feel like your emotions were about to boil over any second.

“Ready to give in yet, love?” he teased, smiling at you. He had no idea of your situation at work since you barely had time to even use the bathroom. He’d assumed locking yourself in your study would be a more effective way of refraining from him. Though now he could sense your mood—obviously stressed and exhausted. His smile faltered.

“Everything okay?” he asked slowly, concern in his eyes, hands clasped before him.

You shook your head, feeling the awful sting and knot in your throat as tears began to brim in your eyes.

“Whoa, whoa,” he said, hurrying over to your side, the bet now long forgotten as he fell to his knees by your chair and wrapped his arms around you.

You could barely breathe, let alone explain everything that had happened. All the anxiety, dread, and anger seemed to be controlling your body as it constricted your lungs. The world spun around you, but not in the slight swaying way it does when you’re a little dizzy—it was in a way that made you feel sick if you opened your eyes. You had no idea how long you sat there. The only thing you were trying to feel and focus on was Tom’s voice and his hands cradling your back and head as he rocked you gently.

When you opened your eyes again, the world wasn’t spinning. You were on the floor now, awkwardly but not uncomfortably cradled into Tom’s chest. He was still talking, coaxing and calming you from your attack, his hand stroking your hair comfortingly. After five or so minutes, you could feel your breath falling back to normal, though Tom held you as tightly as ever. You pulled away to wipe tears from under your eyes.

“Sorry,” you choked out.

“Hey, what did I say about that?” Tom said firmly. “Don’t apologize for things that make you upset. I mean, what even happened? Was it me? If it was me, I didn’t mean it, I swear. I am so sorry.”

You shook your head. “No, no, not you. Definitely not you. Just… work. The website crashed, and everything kind of went to hell.”

“Oh, hon,” he sympathized, pulling you close to place a kiss on your head.

You were now lying in bed. With the help of your team, the website was back up and running. All that needed to happen now was shipping to get the information, but that wasn’t your department, and so none of your concern.

“You lose, by the way,” you said, smiling teasingly.

“Mm?”

“You touched me first.”

“Oh, yeah, that,” Tom said nonchalantly. “I won’t hold you to the fifty bucks, though, ‘cause I guess you did kind of need my help.”

He chuckled along with you and poked you in the side. You giggled and pushed his hand away.

“I’d lose for you any day.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “You’re so corny.”

[goatakiart]

Xavier Fluff✨️

Love and Deepspace

It's late night, there's not even one sound to be heard of, only the sound of the keys as you pull them out of your purse, you're going back home from a long day at work-- however it's not your door that you unlock.

You decide to surprise Xavier tonight, you could say you even missed him.

When you peek in and look around for him, you find him fast asleep on the couch.

"As to be expected..." You think to yourself.

As you move closer, you notice his phone screen is open. Out of curiosity, you move closer to see what he was up to.

His message app is open, your own chat specifically. He seemed to have been waiting for a text from you. You move even closer in hopes of reading the unsent message that's sitting above the keyboard.

Suddenly, Xavier grabs your arm and pulls you close. You gasp shocked with no time to react. The only thing you can do is lose balance and fall on him. He immediately notices it's you, and he softens his grip quickly.

"Oh, it's you y/n..." he seems to try to caress your wrist, but he only swiftly moves his hand away when he notices his phone is open. In embarrassment, he takes it and turns off the screen.

"...I seem to have dozed off."

You're still standing on top of him, a silly smile is painted on your face as you observe his features, causing you to get lost in thought.

He blinks and tilts his head till he notices what is going on in your mind. He flashes a warm smile and softly pushes a strand of hair from your face, placing it behind your ear.

"if I didn't know you, I would think I have something on my face..."

He says teasingly but still keeps his calm demeanor.

His hand stays still on your face before he brushes your cheek softly. You don't lose the opportunity to place your own hand on top of his and bury your face in his palm as you speak.

"Oh? And what do you think now, if you know me so well?" You say, teasing him back, eager to hear his answer.

"Let me think..."

Xavier slowly moves and wraps his arms around you, making you rest on him on the couch as you're both still sitting. His moves are elegant and caring, soft and delicate. He takes the blanket that was around him and wraps it around you both.

"I think you missed me enough to invade my home."

He says in a low whisper, the warm smile never leaving his face.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden exclamation, and you looked away to avoid him, even tho you liked this "confrontation."

He reaches out his hand, positioning it on your cheek once again, turning your face to look at him directly in the eyes.

"All the stars shone under the moon's gaze, nevertheless they are indeed all are cast aside at the sight of Venus and Jupiter. Awaiting for the dark veil of the night to tumble above every corner, just to see them again."

It's hard to understand his words sometimes, even when he's in the silliest mood or the most romantic one, he's still so ethereal, his eyes are like a starry night, he definitely has affected you with his metaphors.

"So, that means you missed me too?"

He raises his shoulders and snickers.

"You admit you missed me?"

He tightens his embrace around you and lays his head on your shoulder.

He's avoiding the question on purpose, he's always the one to avoid difficult situations.

You wrap your arms around his head and mess with his hair.

"I missed you as much as you missed me, Mister."

Xavier, however,  seems to be getting comfortable, as he's burying his face on to your neck, he begins to be unresponsive. You poke him, to wake him up, and make him speak up. He instead lays down, his weight pushes you to lay on the couch with him, his arms still wrapping you. He still has eyes closed and is about to sleep. One of his hands trails off from your back to your waist and finds its way to your own hand, he interlocks his fingers with yours.

You let out a sigh and you close your eyes, slowly you're beginning to fall asleep.

Many minutes pass, and Xavier must have thought you had already fallen asleep.

"I missed you too." He says. You can't help but smile. You look up and notice he's already looking down at you. He gets a little startled seeing you are still awake.

"Xavier."

"Yes?"

The smile on your face grows bigger.

"I love you." You say, without hesitating one second.

He gasps at the sound of your words and seems nervous. You notice a tint of pink on his cheeks. There's a small awkward pause, which, for a moment, makes you feel scared you ruined the moment. But he composes himself fast enough, and finally, he takes a deep breath and smiles back.

"I love you too, Y/N." Then he goes ahead and kisses your forehead lovingly before he lays his chin on your head. You hold him tighter, and he returns the gesture, as if you're both scared of losing each other.

You cuddle tightly and slowly fall asleep with the hopes you'll meet in your dreams, too.

[vodika-vibes]

Hello! Congratulations on the followers! I saw your asks for the event are open and was hoping to get a soulmate AU with Wrecker or Tech. Hurt/comfort if your up for it.

Lost

Summary: When you were a child, you never found any items that belonged to someone else in your things. Your parents reassured you to the best of their abilities, telling you that your soulmate was probably just very neat and didn’t lose things. But, by the time you reach your teenage years, you’ve accepted that while your soulmate might be yours, you’re not necessarily theirs.

Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 2784

Warnings: Enough angst that I made myself weepy, but there's a happy ending. Reader is described as having hair and is referred to by the nickname Haze.

Prompt: Soulmate AU - when you lose an item, it ends up in your soul mates possession.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So, you didn't specify which Soul mate AU you wanted, so I went through a list and picked one that I thought sounded interesting. I hope you don't mind!

“There you are,” You don’t look up from your computer screen at the familiar voice of Suture, the leader of this group of teenagers and young adults. “So, Haze,” you pause as he calls you by your assigned nickname, “What do you have for me?”

“Do you think that slicing is magic, Suture?” You ask, your fingers moving across the keyboard again, “If I’m not careful we’ll get caught. And we do not want to be caught.”

He drops down on one of the crates that line the wall behind you, “Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m just eager.”

You sigh and turn on your stool, “What do you even want this list for, Suture?”

“It’s a list of soulmates. Why do you think I want this list?”

You sigh once more and turn back to the computer, “I know you’re salty about not having a soulmate, Suture, but you really need to let it go.”

“And you’re not?”

“I’ve come to terms with the fact that my soulmate belongs to someone else. It doesn’t make me want to make other people as miserable as me.”

Suture laughs, “You say that, Haze, but you joined this group too. You’re just as bitter as me. You just haven’t admitted it yet.”

“Is there something you need or are you just here to make me hate you?” You ask sharply.

“Wann join me in bed?” Suture asks with a leer.

“I want you to leave me alone so I can focus.” You bite out in retort, “If you want someone in your bed, go and ask Diamond. She’s not busy.”

“You’ll join me eventually.”

“No. I won’t. I’m doing this one job, and then I’m moving on to a more reasonable cell.”

“Suit yourself. You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

You hear, more than see, him get up and stalk out of your workroom. And you exhale slowly before you focus your attention back on your work. As soon as you finish this, you’re gone.

There’s the sound of heavy footsteps behind you, and you release an explosive sigh, “I thought I said—” You whirl around to glare at Suture, only to pause and blink at the man standing behind you. “You’re not Suture.”

“Nope.” Spoiler, a Kiffar man, says with an easy grin. “I can go and get him if you’d like.”

“Please don’t.”

He laughs and pulls a small crate over to sit next to you, “He’s been harassing you again?”

“He seems to think that he’s charming enough to convince me to stay.” You reply as you look away from him and glance back at the computer, “He’s not.”

Spoiler laughs again, and leans on the table, “Hey, Haze?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you here?”

You pause and shoot him a confused look, “Like, in general, or—?”

He grins, “I mean, why’d you join this group?”

“That’s a dumb question, Spoiler. We both know that there isn’t anywhere else for someone like to me go.” You reply, “People without soulmates aren’t welcome. Anywhere.”

“You’re not like the rest of them, Haze.”

You continue typing, “If you’re not careful people are going to peg you for a narc, Jedi.”

“You had me pegged the moment you met me, didn’t you?”

“You weren’t trying all that hard to hide yourself from me.”

“True. You’re a decent person. Don’t have anything to do with any other the others. That’s why I’m so surprised that you’re here. That you’re helping.” 

You sigh softly, “What do you want from me, Spoiler?”

“I want you to be smart about this.” He hisses, “This, right here, it’s going to ruin your life. And not just your life, the lives of hundreds of children.”

You’re quiet for a moment, “...why should they get to be happy?”

Spoiler sighs, “You don’t believe that.”

“...no. I don’t.”

“May I make a suggestion?”

“Can I stop you?”

“No.”

You sigh, “Go ahead.”

Spoiler drops a handful of credits on the table, “Take your laptop and go and get a caf.”

You shoot him a bewildered look, “Sorry?”

“Haze, you don’t want to be here for the next couple of hours. Alright?”

You stare at him, your eyes wide. And then, slowly, you close your laptop and grab the handful of credits. “Alright.”

“Good girl.” Spoiler walks you to the exit, and, as nice as he can, shoves you out of the hide-out and slams the door behind you.

You stare at the closed door for a moment, before you turn on your heels and head towards your favorite cafe. It offers a free internet connection, so long as you buy something. 

It’s also a nice place to hear some juicy gossip.

But, most importantly, they sell your favorite sandwich and you’re starving. 

The cafe is small and out of the way, not the most popular of the cafes in the area, it’s also not the cheapest, but they offer the best firewalls and their meals are filling, so you take a single table in the back corner and open your computer to a blank email and stare at it for a moment.

It’s been months since you’ve contacted your mom.

You should message her more often.

Slowly, you type out the first sentence, ‘Hi mom, I know it’s been a while-” and then you stop. What are you supposed to say? What can you say?

You’re pulled from your spiraling thoughts when someone stops next to your table, “Can I ask what sandwich that is? It smells amazing.”

The man standing next to your table is massive, a veritable wall of muscle, though he has a kind smile on his face. 

“Oh, this is the Manager’s Special with extra veggies on naan bread. It’s not the cheapest on the menu, but it’s very filling.”

“Hm, I’ll have to give it a try. Thanks.”

“No problem.” You reply, absently, as you focus your attention back on the email. And, maybe if you had been paying more attention, you wouldn’t have noticed the bracelet wrapped around his wrist.

But you were only half paying attention. So, naturally, the simple bracelet jumps out at you. 

And you realize that you know that bracelet.

Your dad had it specially made for you for your sixteenth birthday. The inner band has a simple phrase, Your worth isn’t based on other people, while the outside was decorated with vines and flowers.

You loved it. 

It was meant to be a birthday and a “you’re enough as you are” present. But it vanished two months after you got it. 

Honestly, you thought your brother stole it and gave it to his soulmate. It was the major breaking point in your family. Especially since your brother never denied stealing it, and doubled down on taking it.

You open your mouth to say something to the stranger, but he’s already moved away from your table. So, instead, you watch. You watch as he joins a group of men, his brothers probably.

You watch as a woman, laughingly, smacks his shoulder, bumps him with hers, and then wraps her arms around him in a hug.

And your heart shatters.

Your gaze drops to your laptop, and the blinking cursor that seems to be taunting you. 

Of course. Of course, you’re not his soul mate. 

You knew this. You’ve known this for years.

You’re not good enough to have a soul mate.

Maybe you’re just like the others. Just as hopeless. Just as broken.

You switch tabs and stare at the hack you’ve been working on for days. All you have to do is hit enter, and Suture will have all of the information he needs for his attack.

You press enter, and hundreds of people will die.

You rest your fingers on the enter key and then pull your hand away from your computer.

You can’t do it.

You can’t sentence one hundred children to death, and one hundred others to a life of loneliness. 

Quickly, before you can think again, you delete all of your work, and close the program, ensuring that you won’t be able to recover it.

You stare at the blank screen for a moment, and then you close your laptop and slide it into your bag. 

You’ll get your bracelet back, and then you’ll leave. You know the cell on Alderaan is a lot more political than terroristic, maybe they require a slicer.

Quickly, you wrap up what’s left of your lunch and slide it into your bag as well, and then you stand and walk over to the large man.

“Excuse me.” You say, once you standing at that table.

“Can we help you?” The man with long hair asks.

You pull a small slip of paper out of your bag, the insurance claim for the bracelet. “My father had that bracelet,” You point to the bracelet around the large man’s wrist, “made for me when I was 16. Here’s the insurance claim for it. I’d like it back.”

The man picks up the paper, and looks at it, and then at the bracelet itself, before he nods, and pulls it off, “Here you go. I’ve been keeping it safe for you.” He says with a smile.

“Thanks.” You take the bracelet and the insurance claim back, “Sorry for bothering you.”

“You can join us, if you like?” The man with glasses offers, “There is plenty of room.”

You don’t meet his gaze, or anyone elses, “It’s better I don’t, I think. Sorry, again. I’ll be more careful with my stuff.”

“You don’t have—” The large man starts, but you flee before he can finish his sentence. It’s better this way.

You’re less likely to get hurt.

Wrecker stares at the place his soul mate was just standing, and then turns his helpless gaze to his brothers. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, you didn’t.” Hunter replies, reassuringly, “But you should go after her.”

“Just be careful to not scare her.” Crosshair warns. 

“I’m not going to do it intentionally.” Wrecker bites out at his younger brother, before he gets to his feet and follows his soul mate out of the cafe. 

She’s easy enough to track, now that he knows what she looks like, and she’s not trying to avoid detection. 

He hopes she’s not just shy, he’d feel awful following her if she was running away because she was shy.

But, at the same time, Wrecker has been longing for this day since he was a cadet. Since the first time a piece of her clothing appeared in his bed. The day that bracelet appeared, mixed in with what few belongings he could lay claim to, he vowed that he would one day return it to her.

It was clear to him that someone loved her a lot.

Now he knows that it was a gift from her parents. 

Though he can’t help but wonder why she looked so sad when she took the bracelet back. Surely she should have been happy, right?

Although—

She might think that he’s not her soulmate. It’s not like he owns anything that he can afford to get lost. So if her stuff went missing, and she never found anything that wasn’t hers, it would make sense that she might think that he’s not her soulmate.

His heart aches at the thought. She must have been so lonely.

Plus, it’s not like people who don’t have soul mates are treated well. The treatment of the clones improved, a lot, as soon as people found out that they had soul mates too.

So, not only would she have felt alone…she would have been looked down on.

Poor thing. How is he supposed to apologize for that?

Wrecker trails after her, through the crowded streets, until she ducks down a much less busy street. He doesn’t mind if she knows that he’s following her, though he does slow down when an older man approaches her.

“Haze.”

“Suture.” Her voice is soft, but there’s steel underlying her voice.

Wrecker has never been more attracted to someone in his life.

“What happened? Did you finish the code?” Suture demands. 

“I finished it.”

“And?”

“I deleted it.”

There’s silence for a moment, and Wrecker moves closer, suddenly having a bad feeling as to this conversation. 

“You. You deleted it.” Suture repeats.

Haze’s eyes flicker to Wrecker, and then back to Suture, “I deleted it.”

“Why?” Suture asks through a laugh, “Why would you do that? This was our great equilizer. We were finally going to make them treat us the same—”

“It wouldn’t have worked. You’d be classified as a terrorist. And I don’t help terrorists.” Haze says strongly.

Suture lets out another disbelieving laugh, and he takes several steps away from her, before he spins and his fist collides with her cheek. Haze stumbles backwards, but Suture isn’t able to get off any more blows before Wrecker is between them.

“Maybe you should try beating up on someone a little bigger than her,” Wrecker growls, not the least bit afraid of using his size to intimidate the man who just attacked his soulmate.

Suture takes a step back, and then another one. And then he laughs, “You can��t protect her everywhere.” He threatens, “I will get my pound of flesh from her one way or another.”

The tension drains from Wrecker’s shoulders as Suture runs off, and he turns to look at Haze. She’s rubbing her rapidly bruising cheek, but she still won’t look at him. 

“Haze, right?” Wrecker ducks his head slightly to try and catch her eyes, “Are you alright?”

“Haze is fine. And I’m…fine. Just fine.” She pauses, “Sorry, again. You shouldn’t have had to get involved.”

“Of course I’m going to get involved. You’re my soul mate.” Wrecker says gently.

Her head snaps up, and Wrecker’s heart aches when he sees tears in her eyes, “That’s not right. I don’t have a soul mate.” The way she says it, as though the words are being ripped from her lips, makes him want to wrap her in his arms and promise that no one will ever hurt her again. 

“I don’t think that’s right,” Wrecker replies, gently reaching out to tuck a strand of hair off her face.

“It is right! There’s something wrong with me—”

“No.” Wrecker interrupts, “No, there isn’t.”

“How can you possibly know that?” She’s crying now, and this time Wrecker doesn’t stop from pulling her into his arms. Her hands curl into the thin material of his shirt, and Wrecker’s arms tighten around her.

“I’m a clone, Haze.” He whispers, “You never found anything of mine because I never had anything to lose.”

She shakes her head, as if she doesn’t believe him. 

“Hey, hey.” He brings his hands up to cup her face, “Look at me.” Her eyes are watery, and tears still roll down her face, and Wrecker still thinks she’s the most stunning woman he’s ever seen, “What does you’re heart tell you?”

She trembles under his hands, “That’s you’re my soul mate.” She admits.

“My heart tells me the same thing.” Gently, he wipes her tears off her face, “I’ve loved you since the first time you lost a shirt. It was black and red, and I turned it into a stuffed animal so I could keep it with me everywhere.”

A shaky laugh falls from her, “I remember that shirt. I thought mom threw it away because there was a massive hole in it.”

“There was a pretty big hole in it.” Wrecker admits, and then a small smile crosses his lips, “I still have them.”

“Them?”

“Everything you’ve ever lost. I keep them in a box under my bunk. Just waiting for the day that I’d meet you, so I could return them.”

She sniffles, “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that. It’s what soul mates do.” Wrecker ducks his head and lightly kisses a tear off her cheek, “So, how about we go back to the cafe? You can meet my brothers, and you can tell us about this Suture character?”

She shakes her head, “No, I need to leave. If he catches me alone, he’ll kill me.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

She stares at him, and then, slowly, a smile crosses her lips, “I guess, you are pretty big, aren’t you?”

“I’m gonna tell you a secret,” Wrecker leans in, “I’m also pretty protective.”

She looks surprised, and then a startled giggle falls from her lips. “Alright. I suppose I’d like to meet your brothers.”

Wrecker beams at her, “You’re going to be the happiest soul mate ever. You’ve had enough sadness for one lifetime.”

Haze ducks her head, “Yeah. I guess I have.”

[azureseacloud]

Hard Work

Ghost (band) one shot

Pairing: fem reader x ghouls

Warnings: swearing

Words: 1,999

Summary: Reader has been working all day. Ghouls return from practice and look after her, regardless of her resistance. Fluff with a dash of sexual tension because I can’t help myself :)

Hi again, thanks so much for your support on my other fic :))) You guys are awesome!!

I am open to requests for the ghouls so please feel free to drop a request :)

Working as a coordinator for the band was a huge job. It didn’t help that the ghouls always sought you out so they could bring you to their quarters for ‘mandatory’ ghoul piles or just for company. It was sweet, but by Satan they were an effective distraction from your work.

You had sat yourself down on the couch in the ghoul quarters, laptop sitting on your thighs as you reviewed the costings and set up for the next show that was in a weeks time.

None of the ghouls were present—busy with their commitments and band practice for the day—so you were using the time to get as much done as possible. It was easier to do the work in their quarters since you knew that they would go searching for you after and drag you back here anyway one way or another. Swiss had literally thrown you over his shoulder one time when you had protested to leaving your work space. Another time, when you had found a comfy hiding spot far away from where the ghouls wandered, Dewdrop had tracked you down by your scent and heartbeat.

You sighed, a slight headache beginning to make itself known. Checking the time, you’d been here for almost eight hours, and it was now afternoon. You’d made a lot of progress, which was great, but there was still a lot more to go.

You resettled yourself into a more comfortable position, shuffling around until your legs were no longer trapped under your body, wincing at the pins and needles that flickered as you moved. You began typing again, organising the itinerary for next years tours.

Something brushed against your neck lightly as you became aware of a presence behind you. Before you could look, two hands were splayed around your neck, applying a firm pressure but not impacting your ability to breathe. They pushed upward, tilting your head back.

“Fuck!” You gasped as you were met with a mask staring down at you. White horns poked through the forehead, an easy identifier for the ghoul that had a comfortable grip on your throat. Dewdrop.

“Oh, hi Dew.”

One of his fingers slowly caressed your neck as you fought to slow your heartbeat after the shock. His hands were warm, no doubt the perks of being a fire ghoul. You watched as he tilted his head in that infuriatingly attractive way.

“You look tired.”

You blinked up at the ghoul, realising your hands were still perched on the keyboard and not moving to at least try to defend yourself. You wondered if he noticed. What was it he had said?

“I’ve been working,” you replied evenly, after a moment of silence where you had to fight to gather your thoughts. His grip was distracting, in the way that sent your brain into overdrive. It was a struggle to maintain a normal tone—to hide what the ghoul was doing to you.

Dew moved closer, to the point where you could almost see the eyes behind his mask. Studying you. You tried your best to look alert and awake, knowing they would all swarm you the moment one of them figured out that you had forgone looking after yourself, choosing to instead work almost non-stop.

In a liquid movement he withdrew his hands, dragging them upwards along your neck as he straightened up. You almost sighed in disappointment at the loss of contact.

One major factor you had learned about ghouls is that they had no concept of personal space, nor any understanding of human ‘socially acceptable’ standards. They also shared more physical touch than humans usually did. It had been quite a lot to get used to when you first started working with them. But now you found yourself craving their casual touches and affection. Although you were still caught off guard with the more intimate touches they sometimes did. You knew they found your reactions entertaining, Dew and Swiss especially.

A set of footsteps echoed across the floor and you looked to see Swiss waltzing in, also still in his helmet and uniform. He looked over to you, then tilted his head up, most likely looking at Dew standing behind you still, his forearms now leaning against the back of the couch on either side of your head. His hands were brushing your shoulders in a tantalising way, and you were acutely aware of how close his chest was to your head.

Swiss looked back to you, and his mouth turned down in what you guessed was a frown.

“Have you been working all day?” The multi ghoul asked, leaning against the doorway. You clasped your hands to stop yourself from rubbing your eyes as another spike of pain shot through your head.

“No, of course not,” you lied. You knew the ghouls hated when you worked for too long—and you really wanted to finish this last part.

“When was the last time you had water?” Dew asked, still hovering above you. You rolled your eyes.

“I had water not that long ago.” You lied again, biting your lip. You hadn’t had any since breakfast—too engrossed in your work to have a break. That explained the headache.

“She’s dehydrated,” Rain spoke. Your eyes jumped to him, cursing internally that you had forgotten the water ghoul had gotten good at sensing how hydrated you were. He was heading to the adjoined kitchen at the far side of the room.

Swiss tsked and you shot him an answering glare. He grinned, pushing off the wall to join you on the couch.

“You can’t lie to us sweetheart.” Dew murmured in your ear, his breath ghosting the side of your face in a way that sent shivers down your body. His nails scraped lightly across your shoulders, and it was all you could do not to arch your back.

Too preoccupied with Dewdrop’s touch, you weren’t prepared for Swiss to snatch your wrists, yanking them away from your laptop.

“Hey!” You protested, trying to pull out of his grip. The multi ghoul only grinned, his hold on your wrists too strong for you to break out of.

“Rain,” Swiss called. The water ghoul hurried over, carrying a glass of water. You were still struggling against Swiss, trying to twist your way out of his grip. Dew grabbed your shoulders, pulling you back to the couch and pinning you there. Swiss barked out a laugh as you cursed at them.

“Can you get the laptop?” Swiss asked the water ghoul casually. Rain nodded, closing the device and moving it to the small table not far from the couch.

“Seriously guys? I just have to do a little more, then I’m done I promise.”

Swiss shook his head, releasing your hands while Rain offered you the glass of water. You rolled your eyes, accepting the glass reluctantly as Rain settled on the floor in front of you, murmuring a “thanks” to the calm ghoul. They were all watching—no doubt waiting to make sure you drank the water. Swiss moved one of his hands to your thigh, smirking as your eyes darted across to his.

“Is this an intervention?” You looked up as Phantom spoke, his voice holding a little bit of humour as he entered the room, crossing over to lean against the table. He looked at the laptop resting there—no doubt putting the pieces together.

“She’s been working all day,” Swiss explained. You took a sip of water, flipping off the ghoul beside you.

“She’s dehydrated,” Rain added.

“And she thought she could lie about it.” You hissed at Dewdrop’s words. Asshole. He gripped your shoulders tighter in response, his fingers pressing into your skin.

You busied yourself with drinking the water—it was the best distraction you had right now. Between Dewdrop’s hands on your shoulders and Swiss’ hand on your thigh, as well as everyone’s undivided attention, you could feel your cheeks beginning to heat up. You finished the glass, Rain reaching out to take it from you as he got up to take it to the kitchen. Phantom jabbed at his ribs on the way, the water ghoul skipping out of his reach.

“Good girl,” Dewdrop purred into your ear. You tensed, heat blooming across your skin. Your brain nearly short-circuited. He had to be doing this on purpose. There was no way he wasn’t—Dew wasn’t normally this flirtatious. The little gremlin.

Swiss snickered. “Someone’s flustered. Careful Dew, she might pass out if you keep going.”

Phantom chuckled at that. You scowled, crossing your arms.

“Okay, I drank some water, now let me keep working—“

You were cut off as Swiss stood up suddenly, grabbing your arms and pulling you from the couch. You squealed as he picked you up, one arm under your legs the other wrapped around your back. You threw your arms around his neck, gripping just under the helmet. He was grinning again.

“Swiss I swear to Satan if you don’t put me down-“

“You’ll what?” The multi ghoul taunted. He sat down on the soft rug in the centre of the room, rolling you onto your back and wrapping an arm around you to keep you there as he lay down beside you. You smacked his arm, knowing exactly what he was planning. You loved ghoul piles but you knew once everyone had joined you would not be able to get up until the morning.

You looked over as Dewdrop vaulted over the couch to join you, flicking off his helmet as he lay down on your other side. Dew slid one of his legs around yours, nuzzling into the side of your neck. The fire ghoul started purring loudly, draping an arm across your chest. His warmth was comforting.

“See? Just stay here with us. Take a break.” Swiss said, his breath tickling your ear. He’d also taken his helmet off, and he buried his face in the side of your neck like Dew. You sighed.

“No, I still have work to do!” Swiss snorted, still not letting you go. A wave of calm washed over you, sleepiness taking hold. Okay maybe you could finish the work tomorrow…

Your eyes snapped over to Phantom. “Phantom, you little bitch, I know what you’re doing.” You growled. The quintessence ghoul raised his hands in mock surrender, a wicked grin on his face.

Running out of options, you looked to Rain.

“Rain, can you please get them off me so I can finish my work?” The water ghoul sighed, making his way over. Instead of dragging the two off of you, he flopped down on top of you all, his head resting on your stomach.

How helpful.

You flipped off Phantom as he laughed. Not being able to help yourself, you lowered your hands into Rain’s hair. You slid your fingers through the smooth locks as the ghoul hummed contentedly.

Phantom curled up behind you, letting you rest your head on his chest. His own fingers worked through your hair, and you almost melted under his touch.

“What’s going on here?” Mountain crossed into the room with his hands on his hips, the ghoulettes behind him.

“Ghoul pile!!” Sunshine shrieked, launching herself over Swiss, who tried to bury his face deeper in your neck.

“A little help?” You asked, looking at the others hopefully. Swiss and Dew growled, both of their teeth lightly pinching your neck in response.

“I think that’s your answer.” Mountain shrugged, and you sighed in defeat. The huge ghoul settled down beside Dew, while the other ghoulettes curled around Sunshine and Swiss.

Dewdrop was purring again, his tongue licking the small bite on the side of your neck. You reached an arm around and scratched his head, his purring growing louder.

Okay, maybe you could let the rest of your work wait until tomorrow. For now, you relaxed in the comforting warmth and weight of the ghouls.

It didn’t take you long to fall asleep.

[fawnforgold]

| A Sweet Love |

Warnings:  Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Reader is gender neutral, Modern Au, Reader overworks themselves, No pronouns for Reader, He/Him for Alhaitham, almost 1k words. 

Pairing: Alhaitham x GN!Reader

A/n: I have grown soft for Alhaitham <3

Summary: Alhaitham notices you haven’t been taking care of yourself and working yourself to death. Immediately, he makes plans to step in and take matters into his own hands. 

Tags: @neuvillettes @suyacho @themovingcastlez @tighnarly

It had been a long week, grueling and exhausting, but you pushed forth. You did the work that needed to be done and then some. Unfortunately, you had pushed yourself too far this time. It was two am when your husband, Alhaitham, had found you fast asleep on your keyboard. He called out your name quietly and when he got no response he got closer to check in on you, and in doing so found you passed out from the constant work. He had no choice but to wake you up and help you back into bed.

“Hey, sweetheart, let’s get you to bed, okay?” He ushered you up from your wooden chair and walked you down the hall to the bedroom you two shared, ignoring your groans and resistance in the process. 

“Mmm, I have work to do ‘haitham.” You groaned.

But instead of listening to you Alhaitham led you underneath the covers and into the warmth and comfort of your bed. There would be no use fighting him now, tomorrow, or any of the days after that, because he was determined to fix this little mess that you had created. Or at the very least make sure you didn’t kill yourself in the process of it all. He pulled the covers over your body and carefully rested your head onto the pillow, face stern as he found himself lost in his head with all the worries that were consuming him. 

“Are you mad at me?” You asked, barely able to keep your eyes open long enough to see his reaction.

He shook his head, his face telling a different story, but instead of anger he felt concern. “Not at all. We’ll talk tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep.” He said. Kissing your forehead before following into bed behind you. 

The following day he kept a very close eye on you. Paying attention to how much you slept, when you worked, when you ate and what you ate, too. He was very meticulous in how he watched you, trying his best to remain silent and covert. If it weren’t for how exhausted you were you would’ve caught on quickly, but to you he just seemed like he wanted to spend some extra time with you. All the while he watched as you slowly drifted off to sleep on your keyboard, again. 

He lifted his eyes from his book, slowly closing it to approach you. He called out your name and turned your head, and looking up he saw a word document that only had one word on it. He tilted your face to get a good look at your eyes, going through a mental checklist he had made on days like these to ensure you were okay. He pressed the back of his palm to your forehead, it was a little warm but nothing concerning. Physically you seemed fine but he knew better than to believe that lie. You weren’t fine. In fact you were far from it. He couldn’t remember the last time you showered or bathed yourself, so with that he figured the best first step was to bathe you. 

He shook you gently yet just enough to awake you, and awoke with a groan. “Honey, when’s the last time you showered?” 

You shrugged your shoulders and started to drift back asleep. 

He gently shook you once again and asked another question. “Is it alright if I bathe you? I’ll do all the work, but I want to make sure you’re comfortable first and foremost.”

You thought for a moment, opened your eyes briefly, and nodded with a smile. He kissed you on the forehead before he helped you up, walked you down the hall and into the bathroom. You were beginning to wake up again when Alhaitham asked if he could help you undress. You nodded, again. He proceeded to remove your clothing one by one, slowly and gently. Once he’d properly undressed you he wrapped you up in a big towel to keep you warm as you waited for the water to warm. He dutifully made sure he tested it with each passing minute until the water was perfect to your liking. 

He held your hand in his gingerly. “Ready?” He asked, and you nodded weakly with a smile. 

Carefully helping you into the bath he assisted you with sitting down in the tub, reassuring you to relax and just rest in this moment as he did all the work. Alhaitham gently massaged your scalp while washing your hair, and then following it up by cleaning your entire body and being extra careful with your sensitive areas. He’d stop for as long as you needed whenever you expressed the need for a break. He’d pepper your face in soft kisses until you’d smile and giggle happily. Once everything was all said and done he helped you dry off and back into warmer, more comfortable clothes. 

Afterwards, he led you back to bed and urged you to take a nap at the very least, stopping his words whenever he sensed he was getting far too heated. You didn’t need that right now, and he couldn’t risk you falling back into your unhealthy cycle to cope either. So, he eased you underneath the covers and held you close, stroking your hair as he hummed an unfamiliar song to you, until you became fast asleep in his arms. He hoped tomorrow would bring a better day for both of you, but especially you. He didn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t ask for others help, but instead of ruminating on all that he chose to rest with you. Taking it easy until the both of you were well rested enough to talk about it. So, for now he’d rest with you safely in his arms, protecting you from any real or perceived harm. 

[chaiiitime]

It Happened One Summer Night

Summary : Stranded at the airport, Adriana Montero Mundt would do pretty much anything to get to her sister’s wedding, including getting into a tiny car with Daniel Ricciardo — even if she pretty much hates him Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x OC!Fem Word Count : 3,500

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 1

“Are you sure? Can you check again?”

The lady behind the counter at the Barcelona airport's information desk gave her an overly patient smile, “Yes Ma’am, I’m sure. Unfortunately, the car rental agency no longer has any cars available and we don’t know when flights are going to resume. But –“ Her fingers clacked rapidly on her keyboard, “I can book you on the next available flight to Jerez. However, I cannot give you any reassurances when that would be.”

To say Adriana Montero Mundt was having a crappy day would be an understatement.

First, she’d nearly missed her flight from London to Barcelona because of a last-minute meeting with an important client. And now, her flight to Jerez had been cancelled because of a freak technology glitch in the airport’s systems which had effectively grounded all flights out of Barcelona. No one knew when flights would resume and there apparently were no cars available to rent, more or less leaving her stranded.

Which wasn’t so great considering she needed to be in her hometown of Jerez for her baby sister’s wedding in four days.

She was about to argue with the lady again when her phone began ringing. The lady looked pointedly at her phone before craning her neck to look at the long line behind her. Adriana got the message loud and clear — she needed to get out of the line.

With a sigh, she stepped aside to answer. “Hey sis!” Carmen was on the other end. “Any updates?”

Adriana slowly massaged her temples. She could feel a headache coming on. “No,” she answered, trying to keep the exasperation out of her voice. The last thing Carmen needed was any additional stress right before her wedding.

“All flights have been cancelled. No one knows when they will resume." She paced along the glass windows looking out on the tarmac.  So many planes neatly lined up in their little big boxes.  All of them useless because they couldn’t take her to where she needed.  “It can be in an hour or a day or even more, and there’s no cars available for hire.” She stopped pacing, trying to sound hopeful for Carmen’s sake. “But don’t worry about it – I’m sure I’ll find something soon.”

“Actually, I may have a solution for you.” Carmen’s voice sounded way too bright.  “You know Daniel Ricciardo, right? George’s mate?”

Nononononono. Adriana didn’t like where this was going.

“Anyway, George just mentioned he’s flying in today as well. He just got off the phone with him."  Adriana winced at Carmen’s excitement bubbling over the phone.  “Turns out, he was meant to take the same flight as you to Jerez but he's been a bit luckier. He’s managed to snag a rental car and –“

Nononononono.

“He’s happy to give you a ride.”

Suddenly, the headache that had been threatening since her flight landed, was beating right at the base of her skull. She could feel the band of her pencil skirt biting into her belly and her stilettos pinching her feet. She inwardly cursed at herself for taking that last-minute meeting.  If she hadn’t, at least she would have had the time to change in more comfortable clothes rather than having to dash to the airport in her work clothes.

The last thing she wanted right now was to face a ten-hours plus drive with Daniel freaking Ricciardo.

~

DANIEL WATCHED AS Carmen’s sister tottered her way across the parking lot. There was no other way to describe it other than tottering because who the hell wore such a tight skirt and heels to travel?

He wished he hadn’t picked up George’s call. He could have been making his way out of Barcelona right now, with the windows down and some good music on.  Instead, here he was — waiting for Adriana Montero Mundt.

Daniel prided himself on being friendly with everybody. That was what he was known for, right? So, when someone blanked him out, it kind of pissed him off. He’d been nothing but nice to Adriana the two times he had met her and both times, she’d been nothing but glacial towards him.

She was snooty, as his Nonna would say, and Daniel usually couldn’t care less about these kinds of people. So, it bothered him that his memory of her was so accurate — and detailed: the wavy dark hair, the vibrant green eyes and most importantly, the beauty mark à la Cindy Crawford.

It attracted the eyes to the fullness of her lips. It tempted Daniel to test out the lushness of her mouth — which was so not going to happen because him and her, they were like water and oil.

They didn’t mix.

“Hello, Daniel.” Her voice was cool and oh-so-carefully modulated. “Thank you for giving me a ride. I hope it isn’t too much trouble.”

Civil and polite. He could do that.

“No worries. We’re headed the same way.” He bent down to pick up her suitcase to put it in the boot.

“It’s ok. I can —“

“It’s alright.” Daniel cut her off as he heaved her suitcase into the boot. How much stuff did one need for a weekend? He nodded towards the passenger door. “It’s getting late. I want to get on the road as soon as possible.”

The inside of the car was stuffy from being in the sun for so long, the leather seats warm against the back of Adriana’s knees. Daniel already had the windows down in an attempt to get the warm air out. She resisted the urge to ask him to turn on the AC. After all, she didn’t want him to think she was difficult or whatever else he thought she was.

“Here.” Daniel handed her the map he had picked up from the rental agency desk. He had roughly traced out the route to Jerez with a pen. With one hand on the wheel, he set up his phone in the cup holder and slowly backed out of the parking spot. 

“Google Maps say that Jerez is about ten hours away, give or take.”

He watched her out of the corner of his eyes.  She was studying the map so intently as if she could come up with a faster route.

“My plan is to make it halfway to Valencia for tonight. Hopefully, we can find a place for the night there, and be back on the road early tomorrow morning. If nothing goes wrong, we’ll be in Jerez before noon.”

She pursed her lips as she folded the map and handed it back to him. “It sounds like a plan.” 

Daniel hated the note of surprise in her voice. Yeah sure, he didn’t have a fancy degree like her but he wasn’t a complete idiot – he could very well come up with a plan of action without her help.

He sent up a silent prayer of help because he knew this trip was going to be a nightmare.

~

TWO HOURS LATER, they were finally making their way out of Barcelona and onto the motorway. Both of them — as well as Google Maps — had vastly underestimated the time it would take to drive through the city at peak hour.

It had gotten so hot in the car that Daniel had given up and rolled up the windows to turn on the AC. Adriana watched him now, his fingers beating lightly to the country song he had put on. He looked relaxed and completely at ease behind the wheel.

She had to give him credit — he was a surprisingly patient driver. Sure, he had fidgeted a lot — continuously playing with his phone, sometimes picking at the skin around his nails, or craning his neck to look at other cars while constantly muttering to himself — but, he hadn’t once lost his temper as he had navigated through the horrendous traffic. Adriana knew, if she had been the one in the driver’s seat, she most probably would have pulled her hair out in frustration.

That didn’t exactly match the image of Daniel Ricciardo she had in her mind.

Adriana didn’t particularly like Daniel, which was a bit harsh, she admitted to herself, given how she had only met him twice before now.

Carmen had always told Adriana that her worst trait was that she was a bit too quick to judge people. Was she a bit too judgemental? Sure, yeah, but it was a label she’d wear proudly when she was almost always right and when her judgmental ass was what made her a damn good lawyer. So, had she then been a bit too quick to judge Daniel?

Maybe.

She remembered very clearly the first time she had met him. It had been at Carmen’s and George’s engagement party. She remembered him walking in and feeling that instant shift in the room’s energy.

Larger than life. There was no other way to describe Daniel.

There was something magnetic about him that just pulled people in. Maybe it was the smile or maybe it was the nose — it made his face that much more interesting. It made you want to take another longer look at him, grab a sketch pad and sketch that side profile — even if you were not an artist.  Adriana had been annoyed at herself for finding him attractive because one look at him, and she had him down pat.

She knew his type very well — rich, good-looking guy who thought he was god’s gift to women. He’d take you on a thrilling ride and discard you without a second thought once he was bored. And her assessment had proven correct as she had watched him flirt his way around the room, even when he had come to the party with a date.

So, by the time George had introduced them, Adriana had been distinctly cool towards him. She’d politely rebuffed all his flirting attempts. She dealt with enough big egos like his every day at work, she didn’t need to be another notch on his bedpost — or whichever other way Mr. Daniel Ricciardo kept track of his conquests.

Adriana chanced another look at him now. The afternoon light casted his face into golden shadows, the light almost bouncing off the bump on his nose. He was truly a handsome man – it was a pity he was such an asshole.

~

SHE NEARLY GROANED another country song came on.  

God, Daniel sure liked his country music.

Adriana didn’t understand that kink he had for playing the cowboy. Carmen had once shown her a picture of him riding into the paddock on a horse in all his texasboo glory.  That facial hair was — for lack of a better word — an inspired choice. 

She had to admit though, no one but Daniel could have made that look palatable.

“Can we change the music?”

Daniel was surprised to hear her speak. She had barely said anything since they’d gotten on the road and Daniel had been dying over here trying not to make conversation – he didn’t take silence, comfortable or otherwise, very well.

“Sure.” He said as he handed her his phone. 

Sometime during the drive, she’d pulled her hair into a messy bun at the nape of her neck and kicked off her heels — it made her look soft, almost vulnerable. The pale pink polish on her toes felt incongruous to the image of her he had in his mind.  He would have thought she would have gone for a darker colour, one more evocative of her sharp edges. Daniel actually felt like a pervert for noticing her feet — like one of those weirdos who lurked on wikiFeet rating people’s feet.

He definitely was a weirdo for knowing wikiFeet existed, he thought to himself.

“Do you even listen to all these songs?” She had her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she scrolled through his playlist. There must be nearly a thousand songs, or even more, on there and most of them were artists she had never heard of before.  All very underground, all very niche. All very —

“Your music choice is so pretentious.” Oops, she hadn’t exactly intended to say that out loud.

“What do you mean pretentious?!”

“Well, all your songs are from artists I’ve never heard of.” She fully turned towards him, holding his phone screen out to him. “Don’t lie and tell me you don’t go out of your way to listen to artists other people have never heard of to be —” She air-quoted, “—cool.”

“Of course, I go out of my way to look for new songs! Why does that have to be a bad thing?” He turned the blinker on to overtake a slower car in front of them. “Music is important. It feeds your soul. You need a song for every moment of your life.”

Adriana blinked up at him. She hadn’t expected such a passionate response from him.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he gestured towards her. “What’s your favourite song? Like that one song that brings you back to an important moment of your life?”

Adriana drew a blank at his question. She didn’t want to think about what it said about her and her life that she couldn’t even come up with a favourite song in that moment. God, when was the last time she had actually listened to a song? Maybe read a book? Her job consumed her every waking moment that she never really stopped working till her head hit her pillow at night.

She felt oddly exposed by his question. She hadn’t expected Daniel, of all people, to send her into a philosophical spiral about her life. She shrugged it off and pulled up his Spotify. 

Oh, he was going to hate this song. She couldn’t help the smirk when she saw Daniel barely holding back the wince on his face as the song she had chosen started to play.

“What?” She asked with smug satisfaction. She’d known he would be just the type of guy to hate Coldplay, especially Paradise.

“Nothing. It’s a good song.”

Adriana had to suppress a laugh at his pained admission. “It is a good song.” She leaned back in her seat, turning her head to look outside, drumming her fingers along to the music.

It was still light out, the summer evening looking deceptively early even as the clock on the dash showed it was well after 8 p.m. She wasn’t sure how much longer it would take to reach Valencia. They’d lost so much time getting out of Barcelona and queuing up at the toll booth that she feared they would reach Valencia too late to find a respectable place for the night.

She tried to surreptitiously look at the speed Daniel was doing. Why is this guy doing the speed limit? What was the use of him being a Formula One driver if he was not going to take advantage of an empty highway and Vin-Diesel it?

She cleared her throat and tried to look as nonchalant as possible. “Do you want to switch? I can drive for a bit.”

Daniel glanced over, trying to determine why she suddenly wanted to drive. “It’s ok. I’m fine driving.” He really didn’t trust her behind the wheel, but he was not going to say that aloud.

“I’m just saying — ” she nonchalantly eased back in her seat, crossing her ankles. “We’re going to be reaching Valencia later than we originally planned anyway, and we’ll have to be on the road early next morning. That doesn’t leave you much time to rest up. So, if I drive now, you can rest a bit and will not be too tired when we get on the road early tomorrow.”

“But it’s ok though —” she shrugged. “— if you don’t want to let me drive. I just wanted to help out.”

Daniel couldn’t dispute the logic behind her reasoning. He was starting to feel a bit tired anyway, it wouldn’t be too bad if he could sit back for a bit. “Ok, fine. Let me just pull over.”

“Great!” Adriana flashed him a brilliant smile as she bent down, picking her heels and throwing them in the back.

~

DANIEL HAD BARELY clipped his seatbelt on that Adriana peeled away from the shoulder. 

“Wowowo, Michael Schumacher, slow down!”

He definitely didn’t have her down as a speed demon.

“What?!” She threw him a defiant look. “I’m barely going over the speed limit. Anyway, you’re an F1 driver — isn’t speed kind of your thing?”

“My only thing right now is for me to make the end of this trip alive.” He was smiling as he said it, his body relaxing as he stretched his legs in front of him. 

The speed definitely didn’t bother him.

Adriana settled down in the driver’s seat. It was actually nice to drive — the warm breeze in her hair, the empty highway, the Spanish flat plains stretching out on either side of the road. It was the perfect therapy to let go of stress.

“So …” Daniel was tapping his fingers along to the music. “Excited for the wedding, huh?”

Adriana resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The man had managed to stay quiet all while he was driving, but now he seemed unable to sit still. 

“Sure.”

Daniel raised his eyebrows at her blunt answer. “Your enthusiasm astounds me. Tell me more,” he said sarcastically.

“I’m sorry, but not all of us are Mr. Funny, Outgoing and Popular,” she irritatedly pushed back her hair. “Some of us are reserved and quiet, and that’s fine.”

“There’s a fine difference between being reserved and rude.” Daniel muttered under his breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.” Daniel flashed her his most media-trained smile.

He should let this thing go. He should just sit through the awkward silence. He really should not — “Have I done anything to you for you to hate me like that?”

Daniel surprised even himself with that question. 

He hated conflict, so he didn’t know what possessed him to ask her this question outright. Heck, he hated confrontation so much that he even stopped to chat with Zak fucking Brown every time he saw him in the paddock, even after the man had almost ended his career.

“I don’t hate you,” Adriana swiped at the stubborn strand of hair that the wind kept blowing into her face. “I just don’t like you.”

“And why is that?” Daniel turned towards her, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Sure, you’re —“ she gestured towards him, “charming and funny and people think you’re nice. Which you are, but you’re also arrogant.”

Daniel cut her off with a sardonic huff. “Babes, I’m an F1 driver. Being arrogant is a pre-requisite. If I don’t believe I’m the best, I might as well not step in the car.”

“Oh, I’m not done!”  She gripped the steering wheel even tighter. “You’re vain. You think just because you’re good-looking, you’re god’s gift to women — you expect women to just fall at your feet.”

Was he vain about his looks? Maybe, yes. He’d grown up an awkward kid — he’d been self-conscious about his nose, his hair, his crooked teeth. So, when he’d woken up one day in his twenties and realised, he’d somehow grown into his looks, had he taken advantage of women throwing themselves at him? Shoot him, any other guy in his shoes would have done the same.

He was about to give her a piece of his mind, but she was not done apparently.  "On top of that, you have this need to be the centre of attention. You like to have your needs catered to, which is why you always date women much younger than you. That way, they're always eager to do what you want without you having to give them anything back in return. You can keep them in neat little boxes without having to change much about your life."

This touched a sore string with Daniel. He knew he could be selfish, he had to be if he wanted to stay in Formula One because racing was the most important thing in his life — above everything else. He was not perfect or blameless, but he worked damn hard to be a better person. So, it angered him that she could sit there and allow herself to enumerate his supposed sins.

"Don't sit there on your high horse and pretend like you don't have any flaws while you thumb your nose at everybody else. The fall from your high horse is going to hurt."

She laughed derisively, the sound brittle even to her ears.

Daniel looked thunderous, his eyebrows furrowed into angry dashes. Who was she to judge him when she’d most probably been handed everything on a silver platter in life? What did she know about the struggles, the sacrifices he had to make to get to where he was? 

"Even if I am guilty of all the supposed flaws you've just listed, that doesn't justify why you hate me." He held up a hand to stop whatever she was going to say. "I have been nothing but nice to you since we met. So, I don't get this hatred you have against me."

She vaulted towards him, her eyes no longer on the road. Anger had heightened her colour, her hair coming almost undone from the bun she had put it in. "Don’t pretend like you don’t know!" Her words were sharp like darts. "I heard the comment you made about me to George at his birthday party."

Daniel looked stumped. "What comment?"

“Don’t pretend as if you don’t know!”

“No seriously, what comment?!”

They glared at each other, her eyes blazing with anger, his with suspicious defiance. Suddenly, there was a horrible grating noise. It felt like something was clawing at the floor of the car, the brakes screeching as Adriana tried to bring the car to a stop.

Fucking hell, she had run over something.

Next Chapter >>

[hellishere7980]

Whatever It Takes (CH-2)

Dear Damian, Normally I would write a letter in Arabic, but I thought since you're gonna live here, you might as well get used to the language. I know this was abrupt to you. But this is the first opening me and Mother could get. Sorry, Mother and I could get. English grammar rules are so wonky.

Both Bruce and Damian let out a soft laugh.

Anyway, back to the point. I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna say, “You did the same thing I'm doing right now. I can handle it.” And I'm not denying that, Damian. Just that you shouldn't have to do this. Shouldn't have to fight. You shouldn't have to kill. You shouldn't have to always watch behind your back. It's not right. And just the fact that it happened to me does not make it right for you. Here at Father’s you'll be able to learn new things. Enjoy life. Make friends. Meet your other siblings and our Father.

Please give them a chance. You don't know if you like something if you never try it. Stay safe. And be happy. Don't think this is goodbye, I will come visit. Mother and I love you. With all we have.

Your sister And the bane of your existence, Mariam.

Thankfully, Damien was too tired after the day's proceedings and went down for sleep without much fuss. After making sure he was comfortable in the guest bedroom, Bruce went back down to the Cave where the DNA showed 92% completed. Seeing him, Tim, Dick and Alfred came and gathered around.

“Well, Master Bruce?”

“He is sleeping for now. The kid had a dagger, but I left it with him because he looked too–”

“Vulnerable.” Tim said.

“Yeah, that.” Bruce said, giving them a tired smile. “I was thinkin–”

The batcomputer chimed. As all of them whipped around they saw displayed on the screen in bold letters. Almost mocking them-

Test #27

Subject: Damian Al-Ghul Wayne

Biological matches: Bruce Thomas Wayne (Parental) Talia Al-Ghul (Parental) Ra’s Al-Ghul (Grand Parental) Test subject #28 (Complete Fraternal)

“Well damn” Dick said. “I suppose it was to be expected, honestly.”

Bruce sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I suppose it is pointless to open up the second test result.”

“Better safe than sorry.” Tim said, clacking on the keyboard. “Here we go.” with his words, the screen changed.

Test #28

Subject: Mariam

Biological matches: Bruce Thomas Wayne (Parental) Talia Al-Ghul (Parental) Ra’s Al-Ghul (Grand Parental) Damian Al-Ghul Wayne (Complete Fraternal)

“I didn't enter her complete name because she never really said it out loud, but do you want me to, like, input it in as Al-Ghul Wayne?” Tim asked, spinning around on the batchair.

“Yeah.” Bruce said. Turning to Alfred, he continued, “What do I do, Alfred?”

“Though it may take some time, Master Bruce, I believe a solution will present itself. Worrying about when will only cause additional stress. I suggest you focus on Master Damian. You do have a lot of years to make up for.”

“I don't even know how old the kid is!” Bruce groaned. “I’ll turn In for the night. I'll deal with this tomorrow morning.”

“Excellent idea, Master Bruce. After all, a good rest makes our minds work better. Don't they Master Tim?”

“Wha-What?” Tim asked, his eyes still glued to the screen pulling up Talia's file.

“Come on, Tim.” Dick said. He was slowly putting all the bat computer screens on Sleep Mode. “You already know all that there is to know about her.”

“Yeah, yeah. I'm looking through Justice League files, you know, in case someone updated something.”

“Come on, Tim.” Bruce said, making use of his ‘dad voice’ as put by Dick. “The files will still all be here in the morning. It's time you got some rest.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just a minute.” Tim said, his eyes scanning the screen.

“Nope.” Dick said as he picked him up. “Going to burrito wrap you in a blanket so you can't sneak into the Cave.”

“Nooooooo” Tim said dramatically as Dick put him over his shoulder and walked off.

Bruce waited until their steps receded before again turning to Alfred. “Do you think I'm ready for this?”

“Master Bruce, In quite a lot of cases, you have not been ready for something yet. You took it on beautifully. Some mistakes did happen, but, your imperfection is a part of you. I believe you'll know what to do with Damian and how to do it. You both are more similar than you think.”

[yukikogazingthestars]

“Give Peace a Chance”

Fukuchi Ouchi x Reader

Description: Fukuchi was triggering his PTSD again and his S/O decided to have a little chat.

Tw:Mention of violence,murder,tortures, philosophical stuff.Fukuchi himself is a warning but don’t worry our Y/N is also a freak.

It was already past midnight but the typing noise from the mechanical keyboard was scattering in the living room. The strong fragrance of black tea with full cream milk, the cold air from A/C, clear fragrance of green tea air freshener, the typing and page flattering and sketching asmr was occupying the silence of the Midnight.

Fukuchi couldn’t lay in the bed anymore.Well,it was his fault. Y/N clearly warned him to shut the door since she will be working late tonight .But, he didn’t pay any attention. The more he tried to sleep ,the undistinguishable noises entered his ear not only from the living room but also from his mind. After struggling for nearly 30. Minutes, he decided to step into the living room where Y/N was minding her own business .

The living room was definitely luxurious and comfortable. When he was living alone, he didn’t pay much attention to his apartment since he didn’t spend much time there. Compared to him, Y/N spent a lot of her time in this house so she did make this house more livable and cozy. A lot of indoor plants, bookshelves,sun catchers, and many decorations that were trending in social media. Thanks to her, not only the living room but also the whole house seems so lively and beautiful.

On the black leather couch,there was a girl reading and annotating a book. He couldn’t see the title from behind. All he could see was her soft and silky brown hair tied into a messy bun. He walked quietly and sat beside her. She was so immersed in her reading that she only noticed him when he sat down and hugged her with his strong hands. The way she sank into his chest, the view he never gets enough of.

She stopped reading and turned her face towards him.Her tanned complexion matched with her soft pastel pajama set.Her messy bun was decorated with tiny blue butterfly hair clips . A pair of watercolor eyes full of confusion, pump glossy lips which were a little open due to the out of element, her face was glowing under the warm light. She took off her spectacles and massaged her nose line with her fingers.

She was neither happy nor surprised to see him.

“Still awake?”asked Y/N, “If I remember right, tomorrow isn’t your day off. You should be sleeping now.”

Fukuchi scoffed and leaned his head on her shoulders.

”Can’t sleep…”

“I told you to shut the door,” She sighed and was combing his hair through her slender fingers while she was reading again. She felt a little guilt since she knew his job was so exhausting and energy draining.

”It wasn’t the noise,”answered Fukuchi, “I just can’t sleep alone,”. He was trying to snuggle her but she stopped him with a gentle bonk with her book.

”My girl is so cold.” He made a silly pout. Y/N couldn’t help but giggled and patted his head where she just bonked. Although she was teasing him, she knew that he couldn’t sleep alone. Due to his PTSD from the war and stress from his job. How could she neglect him ?

“I’m trying to conclude my review . You can sleep here while you wait for me and I will wake you up when I finish these.”

”hmm hmm” He was nuzzling her arm and nodded. Y/n scoffed because of his silliness.

“What are you writing for this time?”

“About a novel , Strange Weather in Tokyo “

Fukuchi didn’t reply, he settled himself beside Y/N completely and leaned onto her arm. The cologne mixed with the bitterness of Whiskey entered her nose and she found tranquility slowly.

”Darling Dearest…”

After a while, the soft humming of her name from her lover made her worried. He was always energetic,boastful and goofy all the time. He always showed his eccentric and oozy side but the way he softly called her… she realized something was wrong with him. Luckily, she concluded her review.

”Darling Dearest…”

He called her again and this time,she gently tapped his hand as a response.He was still hugging her tightly as if she was about to disappear if he didn’t do that.

”Yes, I am here, Is something bothering you?” She asked while she was rubbing his back to confront him.

” These days, I think about the past. Whenever I recall the past, my heart is sinking and I feel sick”

Fukuchi’s past means blood, gore, violence,death, murders,wars,tortures. Well,Y/N wasn’t a fool. It took a lot to be the Captain of the military strongest unit,Hunting Dogs,to be a world hero. She knew his hands were tainted with blood, death and sins.

“ I’m still hearing them..screaming and crying and asking for mercy…. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw those people, those bloody … disgusting things I did to them”

He couldn’t continue and she sometimes felt bad for him for the things he had to go through. She despised those people who were cheering him. She saw those people as cowards who just pushed her man to do dirty things in the name of Public Good.She sighed and kissed his cheek. She was finding the words to make him relax but in the end,they both know that there is no Salvation for his sins.

”The past… you won’t gain anything from digging up the past.”

She took a deep breath and tried to find the right words. Fukuchi was lightly rubbing her flushed cheeks and she leaned into his palm while holding his wrist.

“ You’ll forever be caged in your own guilt,your own past. It is your punishment.”

” You don’t even bother to confront me, you’re sometimes so mean…..again so logical”

Fukuchi didn’t mind her bluntness but he was even amused. At least,someone was telling him the truth, not sugar coated lies and praises.

“We all choose our actions by ourselves. Even if we are screaming,declining or we were forced, threatened by something or someone to do something ,in the end, it was still our choice to do so we must be punished or rewarded. Nothing will be neglected”

”You are telling me that I deserve to be traumatized and pathetic like this” . He replied with a laugh but she could feel that he was hiding his anger. To smooth his mind, Y/N pinched and grabbed his cheeks.

” I always told you to shave those silly mustaches and you never listened. You look much older because of them and Mister Hero, I am not telling that you deserved all those sufferings. I am telling you that you should not be guilty about your choices. No matter how much you feel guilty,you can’t change the past. Again, you can’t even stop now despite knowing it is wrong.”

”I am still young! and why do I feel like you’re being sarcastic calling me Mister Hero”

”no, you’re already 45. You’re silly middle aged man who was labeled as Hero by a bunch of useless people”

Fukuchi pouted and he turned his face signaling that he was hurt and he needed to be coaxed. What a silly man.She thought and giggled.

“ You know, Fukuchi San,…you really need to stop your job. You really need a rest. You keep doing those violences and it is triggering your PTSD again and again. It becomes a never ending trauma cycle for you”

“The world needs me. I need to protect those people”

“Who cares about them? They are just a bunch of cowards who gave you that “HERO” title to save their pathetic ass. Who asked them to be born? Did they ask your permission when they did those stupid things? They did as they liked and they asked you to save them when things got out of control!”

This time, Fukuchi pinched her cheeks and laughed.

” Again, you’re being logical.”

” You know, You aren’t responsible for their lives and deaths. I want to slap those people who worship you. They are just a bunch of lazy asses who can’t take responsibility,who can’t clean their messes. They manipulated you to think that you’re their savior. But,you’re being used. Hunting Dogs .. you guys are tamed to dirty your hands for them”

Y/n knew that her words were offensive and crossing the line but she didn’t care since she was seeing the truth.

”I made my Darling Dearest sad and angry”

Fukuchi gently wiped her tears with his rough and callous hand, she grabbed it and put on her plump cheek.

”But, you’re happy to save those people,you’re longing for a peaceful world. How could I blame you when I see your heart. You will dirty your hands to achieve your dream again and again.”

His whole body went shiver, he thought that she had learned his true identity,”Kamui” and his plan. But, her gentle eyes proved that she still hasn’t learned it. Even if she had learned his identity and plan,he knows that she will gladly accept since he understands her frustrations towards the world.

“ Do what you believe, after all, we all live to save ourselves,don’t we? We all die while chasing our ideals”

Fukuchi didn’t answer back . He kissed her passionately and she returned the kiss.

“ You should sleep now, tomorrow is my day off but yours aren’t. Well, Mister Hero Fukuchi Ouchi sama, let’s go to bed. And please carry me to the bed, I don’t want to get up since your embrace is too cozy”

“What should I do? I also don’t want to get up too. Let’s spend the night here”

Y/N gave him side eyes but she agreed to do so. She turned off the warm light and nuzzled his chest finding comfort and tranquility. Fukuchi kissed her plump cheeks as goodnight kisses.

“If I have the chance to rewrite everything, I would ask for a peaceful world”

“If I have that chance, I would ask for you to be peaceful and free from your guilt”

Fukuchi smiled at her answer.Finally,He felt safe and slowly fell asleep.

[matenrou-fan]

Hello can you write about buster bros being kittens and getting adopted by reader

NB! s/o adopts Kittens! Buster Bros

quite strange yet cute request!! here <3

NBreader, hurt/comfort, just wholesome stuff;;

-Well, maybe you just wanted to pay a casual visit in your local animal shelter, donating some food for it, yet then..

-You notice three new kittens, sitting in one small box together. A big one was sitting in front, hiding two others behind his back and you can't help but feel as your heart started melting.

-You ask workers about these precious babies and their story makes your soul ache even more now.

-Their father was a typical stray cat and didn't pay any attention to his cubs and their mother died, so poor kittens ended up here..

-How can you not adopt them now? They look so cute yet kinda proud, helping each other and not interacting that much with other animals..

-So you take them home, deciding to show them a new world, full of comfort and care, without any cold rainy streets..

-And even though Ichiro would be overprotective over his brothers in a few first days, not letting you pat or touching them at all, he eventually slowly started trusting you more.

-Only after young brothers notice that he starts to spend more time with you and even let you pat him, they both also start to trust you more..

-And that's where they start to be the most precious soft kittens you ever see! Much more softer and loving than before..

-Okay, now I wanted to describe the appearance of Buster Bros as cats lolol

-They all would be stray mongrel cats. And of course the same heterochromia as in their human version.

-Ichiro would be a big one, but not chunky, just big. With good yet short fur that is surprisingly easy to comb.

-Totally would hunt down some mice or other small animals just to bring them to you with a happy proud face. Isn't he very helpful?

-Love to hang out in the kitchen and watch you cook. And yes he would leave his paws on rolled pastry when you were not looking or put his nose in a jar of pickles or something.

-If you let him sleep with you at night he would totally sit on your chest and purr. It's actually very helpful, especially after a long rough day at work..

-Jiro is kinda skinny and bony, with his fur always being messy. It's also grown really fast for some reason but he hates grooming.

-As much as he hates baths, despite Jiro always returning home with dirt all over his body.

-He's the most energetic and chaotic one, this type of cat who wakes you up in the middle of the night with sudden thud or something.

-Also, if you have neighbors with cats expect at least two or three fights as Jiro will protect his territory or just be a bratty cat.

-That's why he has a little scratch on his right ear that he got back in the old days in the streets. After they all grow closer to you, Jiro would let you treat this wound but it's probably never healed completely.

-Love to sit on your face early in the morning so you would wake up and feed them all. And despite him and Saburo always having fights, here they work together as Saburo also loves to annoy you a little.

-Saburo is the smallest one, with pretty smooth fur that he doesn't let you brush (at least in the beginning). He prefers to licking himself.

-Calm and sleepy, he is not that active like his brothers but he likes to play with interactive toys.

-Also Saburo would like to sit on your lap when you are busy with paperwork or doing something on your laptop.

-He loves to watch the screen of your laptop change, so he and Ichiro would be really mesmerized if you turned on some baby sensory video for them.

-Jiro would 100% try to sit on your keyboard so expect a fight between him and Saburo again…

[caliumcyanide]

Every time Dazai smiles in the entirety of the light novels (the official translations) Part 1.

Don't ask me why I did this. I wanted an excuse to read all them again, ok? I'm deathly afraid of the manga, but ln are my comfort space. With as much context as I can provide, behold the smiles and giggles of the one and only: Osamu Dazai.

Volume 1: "Osamu Dazai's entrance exam."

Prologue:

“Wait. Seriously? Wow, thanks.” He smiles bashfully, even though there’s nothing to blush about.”

“Well then, I think it’s about time we end this so I can go buy that book. We just need to slow him down, right?” Dazai breaks into a smile.

Chapter I:

“Oh, Kunikida! Good morning! Take a look at this! It’s incredible!” I’m suddenly greeted by a grinning Dazai on the threshold.”

“Good afternoon.” A man smiles from ear to ear as he enters the room.”

“I really hope we can get along, Kunikida.” Our new hire gives me a toothy smile, perhaps oblivious of my internal apprehension.”

“Ah-ha-ha. I kid. We’re going to investigate a haunted mansion, right?” His smiling face and casual demeanor cause me to scowl.

"He's a good kid" Dazai says with a grin as he looks up at the night sky.

“Thought so.” Dazai smiles, taking note of my expression.”

“You’re a real romanticist, you know that?” Dazai’s snickering comes out sounding like a sigh.”

Dazai’s sudden shrieking from up ahead causes my heart to skip a beat. He turns around, staring at me with his mouth opened wide. Then, after getting a good look at me, he slowly but surely begins to grin.

Chapter 2:

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I simply did what any gentleman would. Besides, I’m used to getting asked for things from people I’ve just met,” he replies with a smile.

“What a beautiful, misfortunate woman,” Dazai says with a smirk.

“Your treat?” Dazai asks, beaming with joy.”

Interlude:

“I mean, I’m not good at this electronic stuff.” He smiles faintly, his fingertips nimbly tapping the keyboard.

“…But I guess this isn’t something I can let others do.” He chuckles to himself in the dim car.

Chapter 3:

“So she’s available, Kunikida.” Dazai grins, gently elbowing me in the side.

I look at Dazai at my side. He’s smiling gleefully.

“Heh-heh.” Dazai smirks.

“So, Mr. Spy, what do you want in return for this information?” Dazai chimes in with a chuckle.

“Yeah, right. I dunno about Kunikida here, but I’m just a bit more cynical than that,” he replies with a grin.

“Looks like I couldn’t fool you. Too bad it’s just an ordinary fountain pen.” Dazai cheerfully grins.

“Shoot me.” He grins mirthfully from ear to ear. There’s tranquility in his smile.

His peaceful smile never once wavers. “Shoot me,” he says.

“I knew you would use that to shoot me, Kunikida.” Dazai grins, still on his back.”

Grinning, Dazai stands behind him with the bottle of liquor cracked in half in hand.

“…That hurt, y’know.” Dazai stands, and his lips curl upward—a fierce grin—as fresh blood drips down his cheek.”

“Wearing an unwavering smile, Dazai continues to close the distance.”

Afterword:

“DAZAI: “Hey, Atsushi. Just finishing up work for the day?” Dazai smiles cheerfully.

ATSUSHI: “D-did you…try to drown yourself again?” Atsushi makes a face.”

A total of 13 smiles, 9 grins, 2 smirks, 2 chuckles, 1 "beaming episode", and one snicker, that sounded like a sigh.

To be continued in the next one...

[awingedinsect]

-Flood me like Atlantic-

Chapter 4

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: language, alcohol, slight! choking, non-con drug use, also Vessel just being cute to even it all out lol

The black pavement beneath his shoes makes a steady sound, like the first opening beats of a song worth writing. He listens to it and thinks about it, trying his best to distract from the uncertainty of his mission. What exactly is he doing?

He took a cab to a pub about a mile away from the Blacklit Room, partially to avoid suspicion, and partially because well-

there’s not a lot of money to be made in obsessively hunching over a keyboard in a dark, long-lived-in motel room.

He stares up at the sky as his feet carry him off the main road, his peripheral streaked with the black daggers of trees illuminated like ghosts in the light of the full moon.

It’s a beautiful sight. The black void, speckled with a few twinking, determined stars. Not even the vanishing city behind him can wash them out of the celestial tapestry. And if he was a romantic person, he might even be inspired by it.

The moon bathes the lower half of his face as he trudges on, hood pulled snugly over his head. There’s a chill in the air.

Slowly, he becomes aware of a strange smell. And as he walks on it becomes unmistakeable- the musk of damp, burned wood.

It wafts to him on a cold breeze and tells him he must be getting close, and suddenly he’s shivering for more reasons than one. But he keeps moving, now starting to search for a sign of Venus and her crew.

He spots a black pickup in the distance.

“Glad you could make it,” Venus says, now suddenly visible and smiling at him, her black lips once again glistening in the blue light. He immediately feels a sense of comfort wash over him at the sight of her, almost like he was scared the whole thing had been a dream. But she’s as real as everything else as she walks up beside him and shoves a flashlight into his hand, gesturing at him. “How ya doin’ baby?” She asks, tilting her head at him. He follows her to the other two people already knee-deep in the remains of the bar, shining their beams over the mountain range of blackened wood and broken pieces. He shrugs.

“I’m alright.” He says, ducking his head to avoid the gaze of the ruins. There’s shame creeping up his spine.

He didn’t do it.

“Hey, don’t worry about looking around just yet,” Venus says, her voice cutting through the darkness and bouncing off the charred, crumbling walls. He lets go of the neon sign he had just started flipping over and looks up at her, eyes finally glinting in the moon as his hood slides back.

“Come and sit down, huh?” She asks, nodding to the open bed of her truck. “I got beer.”

The proposition, once again, fills him with a little relief. Does he want to be here? No. Does he want to stargaze with a pretty girl and finally calm his heart with a drink that he’s been too broke to afford himself? Fuck yes.

He shuffles after her over the piles of bricks, hands shoved in the front of his hoodie as he tries to keep his balance.

“Here ya go, sweetheart.” She says, reaching into the bed of the truck and fiddling around. She retrieves a glass bottle and hands it to him, flicking the cap onto the road with her nails and pocketing the opener.

“Let’s take a damn breather.”

•••

The chill is gone from Vessel’s bones. He feels at ease, eyes flicking lazily over the ink-black sky and lips teasing the mouth of his drink as the night drags on. His legs swing slowly off the side of the truck, his body falling more and more into Venus’s. Her voice luls him. And he could listen to her forever; her soft words, her comments on the night, the little hums she makes as her nails rake lazily through his hair. He finds his heart thumping slowly, the sky above beckoning him and the earth below holding onto him better than it ever has. He could get used to it.

“Sleep callin’ ya, doe eyes?” Venus chuckles, scratching the side of his head as it falls onto her shoulder. He mumbles something back, a content smile on his lips. “…Sorry I’m not very helpful.”

“Hey, don’t worry about that.” She dismisses, turning her attention once again to the night sky. The full moon fills her brilliant eyes and brings a grin to her face. “You’ll serve your purpose just perfect, even if ya only lay here.”

“You think they’ll find it?” Vessel asks, turning his beer up to his lips and drawing on the last bit it contains. “Your mom’s stuff?”

“Would be nice.” She runs a hand down her thigh, pulling on the thread of the fishnets once again making an appearance beneath a black skirt. “That stuff means a lot to me, but honestly… prolly burned up and long gone.”

Most likely, yes. But he doesn’t want to say it. Doesn’t want to believe it, knowing just how important pieces of the past can be. “Eh, don’t lose hope.” He says, suddenly feeling the wind blow at the back of his neck. It would bother him, having his hood off, if it weren’t for the feeling of Venus’s hand tangling in his locks. The sensation alone makes him want to curl up like a cat and go to sleep for hours, content to just be held and pet. But he’s still determined to assist in the search before he goes home.

“What’cha thinkin about, Vessel?” The question drifts on the wind, grazing his ear so soft. It makes him wish he was thinking about something important.

“My music.” He whispers.

“What about it?”

“What it could be.” He says. And fuck, the words just flow. Something is missing, and it’s the thing that usually stops him from thinking about his future, much less talking about it.

“I want… to be good.” He says. “Wanna make music people understand, without having to understand me… Have them understand it because of, themselves.” He feels his eyelids growing heavy, and he stares at his hands, feeling the tiniest jolt of fear when he notices them going numb. The little bit of liquid in the bottom of his bottle sloshes in the moonlight, and he struggles to hold it upright in his lap.

“I wanna make music so pretty it’ll have a thousand people on their knees...”

“Want me to get on my knees, Vessel?” She asks, her voice sounding distant and jagged. It’s part of the wind now, part of the stars. He looks at her, eyes going wide as the earth pulls harder on his bones.

“W…What’s happening?” He asks, feeling the bottle being pulled from his cold fingertips just as he starts to drop it.

“Nothing, baby.” She holds him, coaxing him down into the bed of the truck with a steady hand keeping his heart inside his chest. “Don’t worry, don’t worry.” She coos. He swipes vaguely up, cupping her shaved head in a trembling hand as he’s lowered down and watches the sky somersault above him.

“Go to Sleep, Vessel, you’re a good boy.”

The notes of alcohol turn to acid in his mouth as he vaguely comes to realize what has happened. Why would she roofie him? What did he do to her?

Could it somehow be a mistake?

He asks the question once or twice, and his voice shuffles like a deck of cards until his mind is brought to the singular thought of her hand on his throat.

The world erupts in light, then goes darker than it ever was before. And the only thing he can do is frown and feel tears prickle in his eyes as Sleep wraps it’s tentacles around his mind, and pulls him down into a deep, murky oblivion.

[chaiandtakkar]

Whispers beneath the stars

Chapter 18

May 1999, Bangalore

The dim glow of the cyber café’s overhead lights flickered, casting brief shadows over Khushi’s face. She sat motionless in front of the aging computer, fingers hovering above the keys. Outside, the steady patter of rain tapped against the windows, usually a comforting sound, but today it only seemed to deepen the ache in her chest. 

Chikamma’s words from earlier in the day echoed relentlessly in her mind.

“If only you could try a little harder, Khushi. Just once.” The disappointment in her voice was like a weight, pressing down on Khushi. The thought of her upcoming exams loomed over her, suffocating her spirit. She had longed for the freedom to be a carefree teenager, to chase dreams without the heavy expectations that surrounded her. How could she measure up to her Chikamma’s daughter Payal, who seemed to glide effortlessly through life, securing a place at a prestigious engineering school?  How could she compete with the memory of a son who no longer existed, a shadow she was always being measured against?

Khushi stared at the screen, the ICQ chat window blinking idly in front of her. It felt pointless to reach out, to talk about the mess inside her head. What could she say that didn’t feel like yet another failure? The cursor blinked in mocking silence.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her mind numb, when suddenly a familiar sound—ping—brought her back. The screen flickered, and there he was.

Skybound: Kishmish! You made it! 

A smile tugged at her lips, even though her heart was far from light. He had this way of greeting her that always made her feel like a cool breeze on a hot day. Yet tonight, that usual warmth was out of reach. She sighed, typing back slowly, her fingers heavier than usual.

OceanBreeze: Hi… yeah, I’m here.

Even through the screen, she knew he would sense the change in her. They had been talking like this for months now, through pixels and paragraphs. He could always read between the lines, coaxing out what she hid beneath the surface.

Skybound: Okay, Kishmish, is this a “life’s good” kind of here, or a “life dragged me through the mud and I need a break” kind of here?

Her heart warmed, if only a little. He never pushed, but he always knew when something was wrong. Today, everything was wrong. She hesitated before typing again, unsure of how much she wanted to share. But this was him, and she couldn’t hide behind her words, not with him.

OceanBreeze: It’s the second one.The shadows never get smaller, you know? Even when you try to outrun them, they just... stretch. I keep thinking maybe if I stand still long enough, they’ll disappear. But I’m not sure that’s how it works.

The vulnerability in her words made her stomach twist. She hated admitting her failures, hated feeling so lost. The rain outside seemed to echo the rhythm of her heartbeat, fast and uncertain. But his reply came quickly, soft yet steady, like the foundation she needed.

Skybound: Kishmish, have I ever told you the myth of Perseus and Andromeda?

She blinked. A story? Now? She wasn’t sure how a myth could help her, but she had come to know him well enough to trust his approach. He had a way of telling stories that made the world seem lighter, even for a little while. She leaned forward slightly, curiosity piquing despite the cloud hanging over her.

OceanBreeze: I don’t think I know the details. But tell me. I could use one of your stories.

His words began to flow through the screen like poetry, pulling her out of her despair, word by word.

Skybound: Andromeda was a princess, but her life wasn’t what people imagined it to be. Her kingdom was in danger, and she was chained to a rock, left alone to face a sea monster. Everyone was waiting for her to be saved, for a hero to come along and rescue her.. But what people forget is that Andromeda wasn’t just some helpless princess. She didn’t wait around, hoping for someone to swoop in and save her.

Khushi felt herself pulled into the tale, imagining the lonely princess standing by the crashing waves, the weight of the world pressing down on her, just as she had felt all day. 

OceanBreeze: So what happened next?

She typed the words before she even realized it. There was something in the story—something that spoke to her, though she wasn’t sure why yet. It felt like a key, unlocking emotions she hadn’t known she kept hidden.

Skybound: Perseus comes flying in on his winged horse, saves her from the sea monster, and carries her off into the sunset. That’s the part everyone knows. But here’s the thing—before he showed up, Andromeda had already found her strength. She wasn’t just waiting for someone to save her. She was ready to fight, even if she had to do it alone. Kishmish, that’s you. You don’t need someone to save you. You’ve already been fighting your battles all along.

The image of Andromeda was strong, raw, and something inside Khushi stirred.

Her chest tightened. His words struck something deep within her, something she had been avoiding, something she hadn’t realized she needed to hear. All this time, she had been waiting for someone—anyone—to come and make things better. To rescue her from the weight of her own expectations, from the fear of failing those she loved. But maybe… maybe she didn’t need a savior.

OceanBreeze: You think I’m like Andromeda? But I don’t feel strong, Sky. Not even a little.

Admitting it felt like peeling away armor she had worn for so long, but somehow, with him, it felt safe. The cursor blinked in silence for a few moments before his reply came, gentle and sure.

Skybound: I know you’re strong. Strength isn’t about always knowing the way or never falling down. It’s about showing up, even when you’re afraid. It’s about fighting, even when you don’t feel ready. You’ve done that every single day. That’s strength, Kishmish.

Her fingers trembled as she wiped away the tear that had slipped down her cheek. She wasn’t sure how he always knew exactly what to say, but somehow, he did. His words touched the parts of her heart she kept hidden, the parts she didn’t even know needed healing.

OceanBreeze: I don’t know if I can be the person everyone expects me to be. What if I never figure it out? What if I never become what they need?

The fear in her words was real. She had carried it for so long, afraid that she wasn’t enough, afraid of letting her Appa and Amma down, of disappointing herself. But his reply came swiftly, steady and unwavering, like a rope tossed to her as she stood at the edge of the cliff.

Skybound: Hey, Kishmish.You don’t need to be the person everyone expects. You just need to be you. And that’s enough. You’ll find your way, in your own time. You don’t need someone to come save you—you’re already saving yourself. Like Andromeda, you’re stronger than you know.

The tears spilled freely now, but they weren’t born of sadness. His words had lifted something heavy from her, something she hadn’t known how to carry anymore. She took a shaky breath and felt something warm settle inside her, something she hadn’t expected.

OceanBreeze: I wish I could tell you how much this means to me. No one’s ever seen me like this before. No one’s… believed in me like this.

Her heart pounded as she typed, the realization creeping in like the first light of dawn. She didn’t want to just thank him; she wanted to stay in this moment with him. She wanted to hold onto every word. Was this what it felt like, the beginning of love?

Skybound: It’s easy, Kishmish, when you’re someone worth believing in. And hey, if Perseus knew you, he’d be bringing you a star from the heavens every night.

She smiled, feeling a mix of warmth and excitement she hadn’t felt in so long.

OceanBreeze: Are you calling me a damsel in distress again? Because I might need to fight you on that.

Skybound: A damsel? No way. More like the moon itself, a goddess who lights up the night. And maybe, someday, I’ll bring you a star to keep by your side.

OceanBreeze: A star, Sky? Seriously?

Skybound: Only the brightest one, hand-picked from the skies. Just like you, it’s rare and stunning and worth every impossible journey. I'd take on the whole night sky if it means seeing you smile.

OceanBreeze: Well, if you put it that way… Maybe I’ll let you bring me a star someday. But it better be dazzling.

Skybound: Deal. And if I can't reach the stars, maybe I'll bring you the morning sun instead. Anything to keep that smile. Who knows, Kishmish—maybe one day, I’ll even give you the whole sky.

OceanBreeze: Careful, or I might hold you to that. I don’t settle for just any sunrise, you know.

Skybound: I’d find the most radiant dawn. The kind that feels like it was made just for you.

The words lingered on the screen, their quiet power wrapping around her heart. For the first time, the burden she carried felt lighter, as if she could finally breathe without the weight pressing down on her. She wasn’t alone in this—not anymore. And for that small but immeasurable comfort, she was grateful.

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[inevesgf]

“it’s getting late” + daniel for ur bff 🤗🤗

"it's getting late"⠀ + ⠀daniel ricciardo ⠀༉ ‧₊˚. ⠀prompt list here.

with your workload keeping you up late into the hours of the night, daniel tries to convince you to take a much needed break.

content + warnings: daniel ricciardo + gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort. word count 900+.

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your workload was strenuous. paper after paper, report after report – you would stay awake til late hours in the night if it meant you would get a few hours of stress free sleep. you liked your job as much as the next person. of course it was tiring, but it made you good money that could get you by without fail.

you sat at your desk in your study, the only thing illuminating your face that of your computer screen, the words within it pooling straight to your brain to remind you how miserable you were. despite the looming feeling of dread that filled your body, you had to plow through, gluing your bloodshot eyes to the computer that lit up your dark study. a tired sigh escaped your lips as you brought the glass of water to your lips, the condensation marking a soggy circle into the wood of the table. the sip brought you back to reality, your brain regaining the focus you needed to survive the night.

the apartment was quiet, the only noise filling the small space that of your fingers typing delicately upon the keyboard. hours prior, your boyfriend, daniel, had fallen asleep, his best efforts to convince you to join him barely working as you begrudgingly pushed him away. daniel didn’t understand, you thought, he didn’t know just how important deadlines were even if they slowly killed you.

2.33am the clock at the bottom of your computer screen read, making you realize you had been mindlessly typing away for hours, your eyes burning from the blue light flooding your vision. a small huff escaped your lips before the creaking of the floorboards behind you made you jump, the huff being replaced with a gasp as you looked over your shoulder.

a dark figure appeared from down the hall, a tired yawn escaping its lips as it came into view. with ruffled curls and his shirt slightly askew appeared daniel, his eyes squinting at the brightness of the computer screen. “you’re still awake? it’s getting late, sweetheart, you should be asleep,” his groggy voice spoke as he walked forward, standing directly behind the chair you found your body becoming a part of after hours of work. 

you hummed softly, your body awkwardly shifting in the chair as you looked back at your work and then over to him once more. “i’m almost done,” you murmured, trying to usher daniel away in order for him to not see you in such a state, “go back to sleep, dan.” a huff escaped daniel’s lips, a disappointed look decorating his face as he brushed his messy curls away from his eyes.

“see – almost done, that means you can finish the rest up in the morning, not now,” daniel tried to reason, placing one of his calloused hands on your shoulder, the tension of the encounter slowly slipping away as you took his words into consideration. on one hand, you didn’t want to stop working, you had to get this done. though the report wasn’t due until the previous night, you knew the looming dread of not finishing it would keep you awake regardless. on the other side of things, all you needed in that moment was daniel, needing to lay in his arms as you fell asleep. 

you grumbled slightly, your gaze turning away and dancing around the outline of the report as you contemplated giving into his persuasion. you found yourself weighing your options again, your brain at a constant battle with what you wanted and what you needed. “fine,” you mumbled softly, closing your computer which made daniel sigh in relief. you brought your hands up to your eyes, rubbing them softly as they pained from the previous bright light of the screen, a small yawn falling from your lips.

“c’mon,” daniel hummed as you began to stand up, pushing the chair neatly into its spot, “let’s get to bed.” before you could find a moment to feel guilty about not finishing the report, your feet found themselves lazily pushing you down the hall, daniel’s body following shortly behind.

your brain was too foggy, too hazy to even gather your thoughts or feelings as you slipped into bed, beckoning daniel to follow before he got in next you, his body sinking into the mattress. daniel wasted no time before his strong, tattooed arms wrapped around your waist, shielding you from the dull feeling that overcame you.

“i feel like i’m wasting my life away,” you mumbled softly, a dry chuckle escaping your lips as you realized how pathetic your words sounded. daniel sighed sadly, the reality of your words sending a flooding feeling of guilt through him as he held you closer. “it’ll get better,” he soothed, placing a soft kiss to your cheek, “it takes time, but it will – and i’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

if you were conscious enough, tears would spill from your eyes, the brutality of his words would cause you to cry as you buried your pain away into his arms. yet instead, your delusional, tired state couldn’t muster up any other emotion than serenity as you relaxed into his hold.

“i love you,” you whispered, nuzzling your head into daniel’s chest which only worked to relax the both of you even more. a content hum escaped daniel’s lips, a small, toothless smile forming on his face. “i love you too, sweetheart,” he whispered.

daniel leaned over, placing a soft and tender kiss on your lips before pulling the duvet over your cold bodies. holding you close in his arms, daniel hummed, "good night, i'll be here when you wake up," as his eyes fluttered shut. for the first time that night, as you fell asleep in the arms of your lover, you knew everything was going to be alright as long as you had him by your side.

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[animegirl1363]

Title: Say my Name

Fandom: K Project

External: AO3

Summary: Hidaka accidentally says Fushimi's name.

Based on this ask by Ridas

It was another day at work. No strains to catch so everyone was doing office work today. Which means that Hidaka was busy fantasizing instead. By now in their relationship Hidaka was calling Fushimi by his name in his fantasies.

"Hidaka!" Fushimi calls, snapping Hidaka back to reality. "Pay attention!"

"Oh, sorry, Saruhi-... Sa- Saru-..." Hidaka takes the notebook on his desk and hits his forehead. "Sorry Fushimi-san."

Fushimi is giving Hidaka a look that is asking him to drop dead. At least that is how Hidaka interprets Fushimi's irritated look at him.

"Tsk. Get to work." Was all Fushimi said before he walks away. Once He was gone the members present all huddled around Hidaka for a much need comfort huddle.

Doumyouji has giving his congratulations for surviving saying Fushimi's name without dying. All while giving him a pat on the back. "That was so brave of you to say his name. And you lived!"

"You both have been dating for months now I'm surprised that you aren't on a first name bases." Enomoto says. "Maybe it was awkward because it was at work."

"This is Fushimi-san we are talking about. Makes since why they are not calling each other by their names." Goto says.

"Hidaka have you talked to Fushimi-san about this?" Kamo asks.

"N-no." Hidaka replies.

"Of course." Benzai shakes his head.

"Another example of Hidaka jumping the gun with Fushimi-san again." Akiyama couldn't help but smile as if this was just a normal occurrence.

"You've done way more embarrassing things at work before." Fuse adds.

Hidaka groans. His friends really were not helping him feel better.

-

Meanwhile in his office Fushimi was busy typing away at the computer, but he was having a hard time focusing. He kept thinking back to earlier with Hidaka. Yes they have been together for six months now, but Fushimi was always telling himself that it was not going to last. Now he is in this weird position of having to come to terms with the fact that Hidaka isn't going anywhere and this relationship is really happening. He would rather pretend this slip up didn't happen but Hidaka is going to confront him sooner or later.

He let out a sigh, pushing the keyboard back.

The infuriating part is that Fushimi can't for the life of him hate that Hidaka did that. Maybe it's not so bad to hear his name from Hidaka's mouth.

There was a light knock at the door. Slowly, enters the last person Fushimi wants to see right now.

"Fushimi-san...?"

"What?"

Hidaka closed the door behind him and slowly walked up to Fushimi's desk.

"Um... well... about earlier." Hidaka's eyes were shifting from wall to wall, trying not to land on Fushimi.

"Forget it. It doesn't matter." Fushimi says.

"Ah! Thank you for not being upset Fushimi-san." Hidaka was relived.

"I just said it doesn't matter. You can keep saying it if you want." Fushimi looks away from Hidaka with a tint of red on his face.

Instantly Hidaka brightens up, like he is absolutely beaming. Fushimi was unprepared for when Hidaka ran around the desk to hug him and rub their cheeks together.

"Saruhiko-san you are the best!" Hidaka pulls away looking at Fushimi as if he was waiting for something. Fushimi looks away slightly embarrassed.

"A-Akira...." This earned Fushimi a tighter hug from the taller man.

"Oh Saruhiko!"

-

The next day in the office Hidaka was in a state of bliss. The others were concerned for him but they knew what was going on. They figured he patched things up with Fushimi and is happy about it. They let him be.

"Akira!" Fushimi grumbles. At that everyone in the room froze up. It was shocking to hear Fushimi call anyone by their first name outside of Yata. "We are going on patrol later. Get ready."

"Yes, Saruhiko."

The rest of the Special Forces operatives were happy that Hidaka didn't mess everything up somehow.

-

"It is great to see everyone get closer to each other." Munakata says. "Seri-kun-"

"No Captain...."