casually gets distracted by the mystic messenger Christmas dlc lmao

hidetaka is a bundle of sin and i’m not sure if i should be worried about how happy that makes me or nah. probably nah. 

It had been a troublesome week. 

She was put in charge of the English department’s upcoming field trip. Well, more like her boyfriend volunteered her for the job, a teasing smirk decorating his handsome face as he pushed the assignment off on her. 

She had been annoyed, initially, but soon realized the reason he neglected the task was due to an impromptu translation job his editor hoisted on him. 

She could see his stress through his merciless pestering, and though he was being considerate in his own way by not wanting to bother her with his problems, she couldn’t help but get concerned. 

So, she resigned herself to a handful of long nights and a few missed meals. If she could spend all day dealing with high school students, she should be able to handle at least this much. 

She had been running on caffeine for most of the day - make that most of the week - and though she could feel herself dragging she was doing her best to fight it off. Hidetaka had noticed, she was certain. He always managed to see the things others chose to ignore, despite what he elected to do (or not do, in some cases) with the information. 

She made it to lunch, finally, but just when the class released and she prepared to run off to the teacher’s lounge, she was overcome by a searing sensation of nausea. She heard her name called frantically, as two strong arms wrapped around her lithe frame. The world went black before she had time to process what it is that went down. 

When she finally came to, a throbbing sensation leaving her severely disoriented, she was able to make out the walls of Kenzo’s room. However, the lackadaisical nurse was nowhere to be found, the other bed he normally used to lounge as vacant as his desk. 

“Well, look who finally woke up.”

She turned her head, and she was greeted with the sight of a thoroughly unimpressed Hidetaka. His arms were crossed, his face carefully failing to show what is really going through his head. 

“What happened?” she asked, knowing the answer but hoping the communication would help calm him somewhat. 

It didn’t, but rather, he flashed the fake smile she’s grown to hate. His eyes shut, and he appeared deceptively pleasant. 

“You fainted… straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

She flinches, sitting up and throwing her legs over the side of the bed. It’s true that between their individual commitments they hadn’t seen much of each other recently, but that what hardly her motivation. “I-I wasn’t trying-”

He sighs, reaching out to flick her forehead. She yelps, rubbing at it. “Moron. You always push yourself too far.”

“I’m sorry,” she mutters, looking up at him through her lashes.

He leans down so he’s eye level with her, his genteel act replaced by his genuine, unimpressed persona. Still, there’s a hint of worry in his gaze, and she knows he must have been panicked when she lost consciousness. “You should be. If you’re having trouble, tell me.”

She smiles, feeling an overwhelming sense of affection for the man, when his entire expression shifts. He’s smirking at her, the sadistic part of his personality rearing its ugly head. 

“Well, since we’re here alone, you may as well make it up to me.”

She doesn’t have time to protest before his lips are on hers in an aggressive kiss, swallowing any complaints she may still have. 

AWW HI! I’m happy to be back!!

Also, thank you so much for saying that. I really appreciate it, darling!

*starts screaming*

hi friend i missed you too 

Vulnerable Eisuke is good Eisuke. For plot purposes let’s just say this takes place after the deal with Bucci goes through in season 1 and they’re all boozing it up 

It hadn’t been easy, but they made it, one way or another. The Bucci’s weren’t in town long but it still feels like a lifetime, and it’s enough that she knows she’s not the same woman she was before their arrival.

She sneaks a glance at the man sitting comfortably next to her, close enough that their knees skim softly against each other and the arm he threw over the ledge of the sofa brushes her shoulders when she leans back. They’re closer than they’ve been since that kiss in the lobby, since that positively earth-shattering kiss in the elevator, and though the alcohol is good his presence is intoxicating enough for her. 

He’s consuming more than normal, far more lighthearted than she’s seen from him, and his smile seems softer than the cold one he normally uses in the penthouse. It’s not obvious, but his eyes are foggier and his motions slower, and she takes these cues to mean that the strong drink has finally started taking its toll. 

The bidder’s start trickling out, Mamoru leading the charge, and they observe as the group staggers out of the door. She contemplates following them, slightly tipsy but confident she could make it back to her dorm with little issue. Until Eisuke grabs her hand, absently playing with her fingers, fascinated by the sheer difference in size. 

“Come upstairs with me,” he demands. Despite his inebriated state, he’s no less stringent with his desires than normal. 

She doesn’t fight the offer, choosing to let him slip an arm over her shoulder as they climb the steps to his suite, selfishly basking in the warmth he provides. 

It’s not the best timing in the world, but as she grabs water from the kitchen to bring out to Eisuke, she knows she may as well take the leap now. She pours two glasses and returns to where he’s settled onto the couch, staring absently out the window. 

“Eisuke,” she begins, observing the way his eyes immediately snap in her direction, “can I ask you something?”

He snorts derisively, taking a sip of the beverage she hands him. “You will regardless of what I say. Go ahead,” he says, waving his hand in her direction.

“The deal has gone through,” she starts, and for the first time since she was thrown into this world she doesn’t shy away when his gaze sharpens dangerously, “so what does that mean for us?”

He eyes her, and for a terrifying moment she thinks he’s going to deny it; everything. All the small, little things that have passed between them and all the monstrous feelings. She’s not so big a fool to think their time together was meaningless.

He takes a deep breath, placing his chin in his free hand. “You’ll stay here, of course. You’re mine.”

It’s satisfying to hear, to confirm, but for a moment she’s feeling selfish. She wants to push him while she still can - see how far they can go before he shuts down. 

“You said if the deal went through you’d let me go,” she argues, anything but angry yet curious of his reaction. 

“I said I’d consider it.”

She shakes her head, smiling placatingly. “No, you didn’t,” she moves closer to him almost subconsciously, “you don’t want me to go.”

“How bold,” he tries to deflect. He always tries to deflect. 

“But I’m not wrong.”

She doesn’t know if it’s because the alcohol is making her brave or because he looks so heartbreakingly vulnerable, but before she knows it she’s asking, “Why, Eisuke? Why don’t you want me to leave?”

“Because,” he snaps, the cool he works so hard to maintain falling through his fingers like water from a stream, and he’s so exposed all she wants to do is hold him, “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

All the breath leaves her lungs and she’s rushing towards him, throwing her arms over his shoulders and pulling him closer. He’s still sitting, and after a pause she feels his arms snake around her lower back and he lets his head rest against her chest. She plays with his hair, stroking it softly, running her nails through the silky strands. 

“It’s okay to love, Eisuke.”

His embrace tightens around her, desperately. “Every time I let myself care I get hurt.”

She pulls away enough to look at him, her hands leaving his neck to cradle his face. He leans into her palms, letting his hands move to settle on her hips. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

She can tell he doesn’t believe her, and silently, she vows to do everything in her power to prove it. 

I’m going with Soryu bc I still haven’t read Zyglavis plus i’ve tortured him so much on this blog it’s the least i can do. Also i have another prompt for #27 so i keep switching between the two as i write but the entire time i keep thinking of this video and cackling. 

There’s no sound in the room aside from the ceaseless tapping of Soryu’s leg against the tile, a habit he formed long before they met. 

They’re sitting in the hospital room, hands clasped as they await the nurse’s arrival. She’s over a month late, and though her cycle’s not exactly normal it’s rare to be this far behind. And yet, she’s trying not to get her hopes up, something she’s been known to do since they started this process, only to be helplessly disappointed time after time. 

They’d been trying to have a child for nearly a year, but it hasn’t been easy. No matter what they do, it’s like something is missing, and it leaves an empty spot in her heart every time she thinks of the only thing missing in their perfect world together. 

Soryu’s feeling it too, she knows. Though he didn’t seem overly confident when she first suggested trying, by this point, he’s nearly as desperate as she is. 

The nurse finally arrives, a bright smile on her face as she addresses “Mr. and Mrs. Oh”. She is no doubt looking at the results of the blood work they’d previously submitted, but due to the amount of issues in the past, they wanted her to come in so they could be certain of the result. 

It wasn’t the first time she’s had a false positive. 

They make small talk as she raises her shirt, revealing her stomach to the clinic’s air. There is the familiar sensation of cool gel hitting her skin, and she’s left shivering from the impact. Soryu runs his thumb over her knuckles, a tight smile on his face as he lets the women converse.

She closes her eyes when the nurse takes hold of the instrument, angling it to get the most pristine view of the monitor, but not feeling strong enough to face the disappointment should it once again be negative. 

She hears Soryu mutter her name, his grip tightening where their hands are interwoven. 

“Congratulations,” she hears the woman say, and her world freezes. “It appears you’re just over six weeks in.”

In her shock, her eyes fly open and she is finally greeted by the sight of a small circle on the screen. 

“I’m pregnant,” she says, the disbelief apparent, as her face blossoms into a beaming smile. “Soryu, I’m pregnant.”

She can tell he wants to cry but he doesn’t, instead scooping her up from her reclined position so he can hold her to his chest. He kisses the crown of her head, and she can feel the elated grin he rarely lets show. 

“Yeah,” he says, alarmed by how weak his voice is through his joy, “you’re pregnant.”

She hears the nurse mutter something about giving them a minute, making a smooth departure, but she barely pays it any mind. She throws her arms around her husband, joyous tears leaking from her eyes as they experience the euphoria together. 

“We’re going to be parents,” she breathes, and it’s so surreal she can barely process it. Soryu kisses her, a series of light pecks against her lips and she giggles dreamily. 

Finally. 

you got it, my dude! :)

“Have you lost your damn mind?!”

His blood is thundering through his concern, the panic settling in nicely amongst his whirlwind of thoughts. Akiyoshi’s always admired her headstrong dedication, it’s served her well during her time as a journalist, but it’s difficult when combined with her careless need to satisfy everyone. 

And though she’s adamant to conclude this recent story in the fairest way possible, the past afternoon has put her in too much danger for him to quietly sit idle.

She has this exasperating tendency to get herself in trouble and that terrifies him. 

She flinches and Akiyoshi feels a pang of regret, doing his best to reign in his temper. Despite her infuriating recklessness, she doesn’t need his yelling atop her already trying afternoon. 

He settles for pulling her into his arms, ignoring the fact they’re at the office and at any moment someone could walk in and ruin everything. Right now he’s her boyfriend, a concerned one that needs to make sure she’s here and she’s safe. 

“I’m sorry,” her voice is muffled against his suit as she buries her face in the black fabric. He strokes her hair and holds her close, happy to just have her in his arms again. 

“I know,” he sighs, then wryly adds, “One of these days you’re going to give me a heart attack.”

He can feel the slight rise and fall of her shoulders as she subtly chuckles. The sound is enough to ease the turmoil still brewing in his chest, and he kisses her forehead just as the door creaks open. 

They jump away, both doing the best to repress the red of their cheeks. Kaoru stands there, typically apathetic expression only altered by the curiosity in his gaze. 

They all stare at each other for a beat, the tension palpable despite the certainty that he didn’t see anything unusual. 

Finally, Kaoru sighs, grabbing something off his desk, and Akiyoshi swears he hears the tall man say under his breath, “Weird.”

Nozomu is the biggest nerd in the entire world i s2g why do i love this loser 

She had been called out of town, given the opportunity to shoot a news event she couldn’t bring herself to pass up. And though there is a strong part of her that wasn’t happy about leaving the agency behind, the chance - and the paycheck, if she was to be completely honest - were too appetizing an offer. 

It was weird being gone, and she found herself missing the many antics of the detectives. Especially the eccentric leader she somehow managed to fall for. Never a dull moment with him, that’s for sure. 

She gets home a week later, well past midnight and eager for a reunion with her mattress. The shoot was exhausting but rewarding, and now she could finally embrace being home. 

She yawns, flipping on the light of the storage closet-turned-bedroom, clumsily dragging her suitcase along behind her. 

The sight she was greeted with, however, wasn’t exactly what she was expecting. 

Nozomu was grinning unabashedly up at her, eyes twinkling in excitement at her return, despite obviously being awoken by her less-than-graceful entrance. 

His torso was bare, muscled abdomen exposed, along with the many scars he obtained during his time with Interpol. Her blanket just managed to cover his lower half, though his right leg was free to the world, casually resting outside of the restraints of the comforter. 

What would normally be an appealing sight was overridden by her sheer exhaustion. He was standing between her and sleep, and right now, she may as well have been at war.

She blinked, once, twice, her eyes never leaving his. 

“Why are you naked in my bed?”

He must hear the dry exasperation, but as with many things in his life, he tactlessly chooses to ignore it. “I wanted to see you as soon as you got home! As for the naked part, well, you know how I feel about sleeping with clothes on.”

She sighed, rubbing a temple as she settled her suitcase against the wall, electing to deal with it in the morning. She’s already wearing sweatpants, and without any preamble, pushes him to the side and settles down into the sweet embrace of her sheets. 

He lays next to her, pulling her against him. She kisses him softly, despite her complaints, she is glad to see him. She missed him, being away for so long.

She snuggles into him as she teases, “Technically, you would have to actually wait up for me to get back if you wanted to be the first thing I saw. Or pick me up at the airport.”

Her head rises with his chuckles, and his response somehow manages to ruin the moment. “A man like me needs his beauty rest, darling.”

“…”

“…”

“I hope you know you’re awful.”

You precious stranger, thank you very much!! :) I hope you had a wonderful day, as well! 

Thank you so much, sunshine! I just turned 20, so that’s fun! Haha and honestly, the thing that made me most excited was Hiroki’s S2 story being released I actually fangirled. 

Aww, hey, thank you so much!! You’re so sweet!! Thank you for being such a wonderful person, and taking the time to read the things I throw at the internet! :)