#workaholic reader

[aventurineswife]

Can I request: workaholic Reader with their hair normally tied/pinned up.

Maybe in a messy bun, or a high ponytail that looks deceptively short but is actually twisted and pinned to look that way (speaking from experience, I do the second one more often). Anyway—

Reader walking into the archives first thing in the morning to cross-reference some information they were looking at last night, and it’s the first time Dan Heng (and any of the crew, really) has ever seen Reader with their hair completely down.

And, yeah, it’s a little frizzy because Reader doesn’t do much more than shampooing, conditioning and brushing it out; but it so, so very soft and fluffy. It rivals Jing Yuan’s hair in fluffiness and it just looks really nice. 💖

Caught in the Morning Haze

Summary: An early morning in the Astral Express archives leads to an unexpected moment of quiet connection between Dan Heng and you. When you, usually reserved and work-focused, show up with your hair completely down for the first time, Dan Heng finds himself unexpectedly captivated. Amid the usual routine, he lets slip a rare compliment that lingers in the air, sparking a subtle shift in your dynamic.

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Fluff, Slow Burn, Quiet Intimacy, Hair Down Trope (?), Workaholic Reader.

The corridors of the Astral Express were dimly lit, the quiet hum of the train a constant companion. It was early—too early for anyone else to be stirring, save for the occasional flicker of March’s light steps or Himeko’s tea kettle boiling in the lounge. Most of the crew preferred to start their mornings slowly. But not you.

The door to the archives hissed open, revealing its familiar quietude. Stacks of books, glowing monitors, and scrolls arranged with Dan Heng’s meticulous care greeted you. You stepped inside, your pace brisk, already reaching for a datapad to cross-reference some notes from the previous night.

Dan Heng, however, was already there, seated at his usual spot behind the central desk. His teal eyes flickered up from a scroll he’d been examining, only to widen slightly in surprise.

Your hair—usually swept up in a high ponytail or pinned into a messy bun that spoke to long nights and longer workdays—was down. Completely untethered, it cascaded over your shoulders in soft, slightly frizzy waves.

It wasn’t perfect—there was a fluffiness to it that spoke of minimal effort, but it had an air of naturalness that somehow made it more striking. The soft strands framed your face, adding an unusual touch of warmth to your typically serious, workaholic demeanor. In that moment, your hair seemed to capture the same quiet grace and softness that surrounded Dan Heng himself.

Dan Heng’s gaze lingered just a second too long before he remembered himself. He cleared his throat quietly, returning his focus to the scroll in his hands. “Good morning,” he said, his tone even, though there was a subtle note of awkwardness beneath it.

“Morning,” you replied absently, already flipping through a thick tome you’d left on the desk the night before. You didn’t notice his lingering gaze or the way his fingers paused mid-turn on the page he was reading.

But Dan Heng was acutely aware of it. The sight of you like this—a little more unguarded, a little more human—unsettled him in ways he couldn’t quite define. He found himself thinking about how soft your hair looked, how it seemed to glow in the dim archive lighting. It reminded him of sunlight filtering through clouds—an image both soothing and strange in its sudden intimacy.

“You’re up early,” he said, breaking the silence as you scribbled notes onto a datapad.

“So are you,” you countered without looking up.

“I always am,” he replied simply.

You let out a soft chuckle, one he rarely heard from you. “Guess I am too, now.”

Dan Heng hummed, leaning back in his chair slightly as he continued to watch you from the corner of his eye. For someone so consumed by work, you rarely let anything distract you. Yet, in this moment, he found himself wishing you would notice his gaze, even if it might fluster him.

He frowned slightly at himself, refocusing on his work. “You should take better care of yourself,” he murmured after a pause, his tone softer this time.

That caught your attention. You glanced up at him, eyebrows raised. “Excuse me?”

“Your hair,” he said, gesturing vaguely with his hand. “It’s... frizzy.”

You blinked, momentarily surprised. Then a small laugh escaped you. “What are you, my stylist now?”

Dan Heng’s ears turned faintly pink, though his expression remained stoic. “I’m just saying... it looks softer than usual,” he muttered, almost to himself. “You should wear it down more often.”

You froze, the pen in your hand hovering over your notes. “What?”

“It suits you,” he added quickly, almost reluctantly, before turning his attention fully back to his scroll, as if the conversation had already ended.

For a moment, you stared at him, caught off-guard. Dan Heng wasn’t one for compliments—or conversation, for that matter—so his comment felt oddly personal.

A faint warmth crept into your chest, though you quickly dismissed it, shaking your head and returning to your work. “I’ll... keep that in mind,” you said quietly, your voice softer than before.

In the silence that followed, the two of you continued your respective tasks, though an unspoken understanding lingered in the air. Dan Heng stole another glance at you, his expression unreadable but his thoughts a quiet storm.

Perhaps mornings in the archives weren’t so quiet after all.

[andilovetowrite]

History and Distractions

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You. Peter. History Test. Tomorrow. And a whole lot of boredom.

Using the prompt: “I’m not gonna stop poking you until you give me attention.”

Warnings: Nothing much. Maybe a bad word or two, but nothing too bad

Posted: April 30, 2021

Word Count: Almost 1k words of pure fluff

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“Ugh”, Peter groaned, the sound of his back hitting the bed resonating through the room. “Y/N! Why do you have to study right now?”

You sighed, hiding a slight smile on your face. “I gotta study for the history test tomorrow, Pete! And for that matter, so do you.” Swivelling your chair backwards, you came face to face with Peter’s puppy face. He was sitting up on the bed, arms crossed, with a small pout resting on his face.

“You and I both know you don’t need to study for History; you are great at it!” Peter said, raising his eyebrow. Crossing your arms and mirroring him, you looked back at your notes.

“Nope, I’m not ready. So please let me study Peter.” Turning back to my notes, you began reading over it again, jotting down small bits and pieces now and then. You started mumbling under your breath, reciting hard dates and names to get them embedded in your mind but were cut off by Peter sigh. Raising your head slightly, you heard it again.

He sighed louder. And louder. And louder. At this point, Peter was sighing quite exasperatingly. “Y/NNNNN”, he whined from your bed.

“No Pete. I gotta get a good grade in this!”

“Pleaseee. C’mon. Are you giving up spending time with your boyfriend, who you never see too.... study?!”

“Peter, sweetheart, I see you every day. We live next to each other. And most days, sleep next to each other.”

“Ooh, I like that idea”, Peter said sleepily from behind you. You didn’t even have to look back to know he was wiggling his eyebrows, probably giving you a puppy dog face.

“Bet you would love that, huh? For me to just give up work and come to sleep”

“Come on, Spiderman duties have been exhausting. I need some sleep...”, he said, voice going lower and drowsier. Feeling guilt in your veins, you turned around to be met with Peter jumping on the ceiling.

"You aren't sleepy. Your just a great actor!"

"Oh, come on love. Please. Promise I'll be able to sleep as soon as you get in....", Peter said, opening his arms.

“Not. That is exactly why I can’t get distracted. Now, let me study.” As you turned around again, you see Peter flop down on the bed, sighing again in defeat. Trying to get your mind off Peter, you looked back again at your index cards, trying to figure out how Alexander the Great and Greek gods were connected. Tapping your pencil against the wooden table, you tried to think. You truly did. But you just couldn’t. Why? Because now Peter had come up beside you and was poking you.

“Peter, stop”, you said, your resolve crumbling. Peter sighed from next to you and walked away. Breathing in, you focused back on the words on the page. Suddenly, just as you were starting to understand history, a THWAP sound echoed through the room behind you.

“Woah!” you exclaimed, jumping backwards as Peter was pulled towards the ceiling, hanging upside down in his iconic pose. He smiled at you, grinning. His brown curls fell over his head, ticking your neck lightly. “What are you-”

Peter merely shrugged before started to poke his fingers into your side, tickling you. “Pe-ter, sto--p!” you laughed, moving away from his fingers.

Firmly, he looked at you, saying with full seriousness. “I’m not gonna stop poking you until you give me attention.”

You sighed, cupping his face in your hands and leaning in. He gave you a small, hopeful smile, which almost made you feel bad for what you were going to do next. Almost. Just as you were about to kiss him, you leaned aside, grabbing some random thing on your desk, trying to stifle your laughter.

“Hey!”, Peter exclaimed, pouting cutely. That’s where your walls broke. Laughing, you pushed back, tears gathering in your eyes from the look on Peter’s face. “Come here”, he said roughly, pulling me back with force. You gave him a sliver of a smile before your lips touched, smiling through the kiss. Breaking it for air, you leaned your head against his chin, giggling softly.

“Come on down Peter. Don’t want you to look up my nose any longer than you need to.”

Laughing, Peter pulled the web attached to his legs, smoothly jumping on the floor before sweeping you up in his arms. Picking you up, he walked over to the bed, switching off the lights with his legs. Slowly tumbling in, he pulled you closer, nuzzling his head in your neck, peppering soft kisses.

Grinning at the boy you loved so much, you moved your fingers through his curls, kissing his forehead as you both lay back. Peter let go of you for a moment, pulling up a cover on the both of you, before entangling his body with yours once again.

Everything was calm, as Peter whispered into your back. “I love you. So much”

“I love you too Peter Parker. “ You turned around, looking him in the eyes. “So so much.”

Capturing your lips in one more gentle kiss, he gathered you in his embrace, hugging you close. You could feel your eyes dropping, as Peter’s heartbeat could be heard from under your fingertips. Peter’s breathing became slower as he fell asleep, the body heat of yours helping him lull off.

But just as you were about to nod off, you spoke up, mumbling quietly. “Alexander might be ‘Great’, but you’re the greatest Peter”. You felt him smile into your neck as you two fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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