#anyhow i'm happy that i still managed to get it done

[tratatdragonlord]

A puzzling individual

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

We'll give it a shot

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 30/31

Prompt: New year's resolutions

Rated: G

CW: aftermath of injury; aftermath of trauma

Tags: Established relationship; recovery; fluff

Notes: Continued from days 3 and 18 - @house-of-the-moving-image and I just wanted them to be happy after all we put them through. 😭❤️

Steve has always been all movement, all fluid grace, for as long as Eddie remembers. On the pitch, in the pool. Shielding others with his own body, his strength. He was proud of this. It was the one thing he knew he was good at.

And then Vecna nearly twisted his limbs from his body. Broke his arm in three different places, his leg in five.

“They say I'll need to be patient,” Steve tells Eddie a few months after everything, hands tangled over the middle console of the van. It's late December and they're on their way back from physical therapy. “Could be months before I walk without crutches. Years maybe before I'm back to the way I was before… or close.”

Eddie clenches his free hand around the steering wheel, like Steve clung to that stupid handrail earlier. White-knuckled and pale-faced, jaw locked tight as he struggled to take a few shaky steps. Not for the first time, he wishes that he'd been faster, pulled him out sooner-

“Eds.”

He snaps back to the present as if pulled by a bungee rope. Steve’s eyes are warm and soft.

“Stop it,” he says, gentle and firm and so very strong, so very Steve. Eddie needs to swallow against the sudden thickness clogging his throat. “You've nothing to hold against yourself. You saved me.”

“You saved yourself,” Eddie huffs, eyes stubbornly trained on the snowy road. “I helped, is all. You can do this, too. You'll be walking in no time, you just wait.”

“Dunno,” Steve mutters. He sounds so small, so broken, so very much not like himself, and Eddie wishes he could resurrect Vecna, simply to kill him again. Make it more painful this time, let him suffer like he made them suffer. “You saw me just now. Feels like I need to fight forever for every little inch of success.”

“Let's make a deal?”

The words are out before Eddie can think better of it, but the sadness on Steve’s face has given way to curiosity, so he shoulders on.

“We could make it a new year's resolution. If you manage to walk by … July, let's say, I'll quit smoking.”

“Oh, please!” Steve's eyebrow quirks. “As if you could.”

“Of course I could. I'm tired of you whining about my cigarette breath anyhow. What's wrong, big boy? Scared of getting your ass handed to you?”

“Fuck off,” Steve grouses, but his mouth is curling into a smile and his eyes are sparkling. “It's on, dude!”

“Hell, yeah!” Eddie makes no attempt at hiding his smug grin. Count on Steve’s competitive streak to win him over. “It's so on!”

*

“Oh God,” Steve squawks the second his hands lose contact with the crutches. “It's off. Eds, it's off, give’m here.”

“Nuh-uh!” Eddie dances a step back - not far, still close enough to catch Steve in case he falls, but far enough to keep the crutches out of reach. “Just give it a shot, c’mon. You got this.”

Over the distance between them, their eyes meet.

“I've gotcha.”

Steve's eyes light up and a small laugh bubbles from his throat.

And then he walks.

Eddie makes sure to stay a bit ahead, spouting a never-ending string of encouragement and jokes and sweet nonsense. Just keeps talking so that Steve can focus on something other than the fear and the doubt. Guides him with his voice like he's done before, like he'll keep doing for as long as Steve needs, as long as he wants.

The first steps are unsure and wobbly, but soon enough, Steve finds his footing. They've both kicked off their shoes, and the dry summer grass is brittle under their naked feet, the earth soft and warm. The sound of their footfalls mingles with the whirr of the cicadas in the grass, the rush of his own blood in his ears, their mingled laughter, a gorgeous, wonderful symphony of alive, alive, alive.

When Steve’s legs give out and he stumbles, Eddie is there. He cushions their fall with his own body and they go down in a tangle of limbs and laughter, lips meeting before they even hit the ground. The crutches go clattering somewhere to the side.

“I did it!” Steve gasps against his mouth, and Eddie can't tell if the sound is more laugh or more sob. “Shit, did you- did you see that? I did it!”

“You did it,” Eddie rumbles, hands in Steve's hair, kissing his lips and nose and eyes and anything he can reach between words. Both their cheeks are wet with tears, but they're good tears, finally good tears, and he can’t tell whose they are anymore. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that they’re alive, and here, and together. “Fuck yeah, you did, always knew you would. So strong, so amazing. Love you so much.”

Steve makes another sound, a raw thing so full of emotion it makes Eddie’s heart flutter, and crashes their lips together again, firmer, longer. Eddie sighs as a hesitant tongue coaxes at his lips, opens up, lets him in.

And then Steve groans and pulls back.

“What?” Eddie asks, insides twisting with worry. “Shit, did you hurt yourself? What-”

“‘m fine!” Steve wheezes, glancing up at him with watery eyes. “You just taste like an ashtray, is all.”

“Oh, c'mon!” Eddie grouses while Steve rolls off him, flops onto his back in the grass. “I had like half a cig this morning.”

“Half a cig too much, then,” Steve beams up at him, all glinting teeth and gold-streaked hair in the sunlight, eyes sparkling with mirth and alive, alive, alive. “I win.”

Eddie pouts. “What though? Can't remember agreeing on a prize, this was all fun and-”

One strong, nimble hand tangles in the collar of his shirt, pulls him in.

“Shut up and kiss me, ash breath.”

Eddie has never obeyed an order more gladly in his life.

All my holiday drabbles

[meaningofaeons]

i absolutely love the way you write jing yuan! can you do some general domestic hcs for him? like him coming home after a long day at work and what'd you'd do together?

or on the weekend, where he doesn't have work, some cute sleeping in shenanigans before reader has to drag him out of bed

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ mundanities

⊹ character(s) - jing yuan ⊹ word count - 803 ⊹ notes - gn!reader

hi anon!! ty for the req!! I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get around to it </3 hope you enjoy !!! (=♡ ᆺ ♡=)

Now, Jing Yuan is a man of dignity.

He's the General of the Xianzhou Luofu, for Aeons' sake. Though he may nap on the job occasionally, nobody would ever question his status and majesty.

Well, nobody except for you.

It's difficult to take him seriously when he's composed one minute on screen, delivering a speech to the masses with poise and honor, and the next thing you know he's practically flopping into your arms once he gets home, completely deadweight.

Even if you wanted to scold him for throwing himself at you, it's impossible.

The General looks like a puppy when he gazes up at you, sleep-ridden expression doing nothing to get rid of the shine in his eyes upon seeing you.

"I'm home, my dear."

And his honey-like voice soothes your senses the moment he greets you.

He sounds so unbelievably happy and relieved, it's adorable.

Jing Yuan doesn't really enjoy doing anything too excitable or bothersome after a long day at work.

Really, if he had his way, he'd spend every day (working or no) in your arms, snuggled up in bed. Maybe with Mimi cuddling you two as well.

He's not opposed to some activities, though.

If you offer a game of chess or a walk around the gardens of Central Starskiff Haven, it's unlikely he'd deny you no matter how tired he is

But sometimes he will have to gently let you down—especially so if he's already made his way to bed and can't bring himself to rise from the plushness of the mattress.

(If you do end up going out, halfway through the walk or chess game he's probably going to hang off your shoulder and start snoozing lightly)

Jing Yuan can nap and doze just about anywhere and everywhere, but when he's in bed, there's not a chance in Hell of waking him.

Let him hold onto you, though.

Even if he'd rather not do anything at all once he's off work, he's still quite clingy to you.

Will groan and grumble like a child if you need to go on an errand or some such

Tries very hard to convince you to just stay with him.

Please bend to his will!! He works so hard, just let him enjoy the time he has to snuggle up to you

Stroke his hair, run a gentle caress over his face, he'll melt into your touch

Odds are he either gets home very very late and it's time for bed anyhow, or he gets home midday/afternoon and sleeps enough to ruin his bedtime

If it's the latter, he might be the one to ask you to take a walk and admire the stars together, surprisingly.

Jing Yuan is like a cat in that he can kind of sleep as much as he wants to, but sometimes he appreciates going out with you more than cooping up inside!

Now onto the weekends... You can't tell me this man is the worst on days off.

No need to get up for work? To him, that's as good as 'no need to get up at all.'

Obviously, there's stuff to be done around the house, or he made a promise to train with Yanqing that he may have forgotten about once he felt your hand stroking his white locks in the morning...

Not to mention, not only does he not get out of bed himself, but he has a vice grip on you making it so you can't get out of bed.

"Jing Yuan, darling. I need the restroom."

"Mmm... five more minutes..."

"I'll come right back."

"Ugh..."

I swear, if you thought he was petulant about you leaving during his afternoon naps, he's a whole new breed of childish in the morning if you so much as scoot away from him a bit

Forget about getting him up to do any chores or run any errands.

It'd be a miracle if you yourself managed to get out and finish them.

Once you manage to escape his grasp and run the errands you need to take care of outside of the comforts of your home, you will in most cases return to a somewhat guilty Jing Yuan who has taken care of the household chores in your absence.

You had scolded him to get up and get ready to go ten times before giving up, so the guilty conscience it put on him was very deserved, but...

He may be a bit lazy, but he's far from a slob, and he's certainly not ungrateful enough to you to let the household work go unfinished in your absence.

Besides... once your warmth had vanished from beside him, he found it a bit easier to drag himself up.

He's quick to latch right back onto you when you get home, though.

[yuseirra]

woke up really early in the morning and I'm drawing...I get really sentimental at dawn, allow me to just drabble away...

In my opinion, the character Kamiki is one of two extremes:

Either he is extraordinarily evil, or he is extraordinarily kind...

Looking at the story, Ai was protecting that person by risking everything—her own happiness (she wanted to be with this person forever), even putting her career in danger. She took everything upon herself, saying she couldn't give up because those children were hers with that person, and she decided to raise them.

In that case, it’s the latter. No, it really has to be the latter because I’m not bad at psychological analysis, you know? At least up to the point when they broke up, that really was his personality. I thought, "Huh? What is this?" and after that, I really watched closely, and I even managed to predict what he's actually done. I DID THAT.

I’ve never been a mother, but from a mother’s perspective, there’s this natural instinct to protect and care for one’s children, right? Especially if there’s affection for them. I'm not all about maternal love is absolute, or something like that, what I'm coming from is that, if you have children, unless you're a really terrible parent, you want good things for them and YOU are the one that shields them from harm, and watch over them and all... You get these sorts of feeling when you look at little kids who aren't your own as well, if they ARE your own, I feel like that protective, loving affection would only increase.

But Ai asked her CHILDREN a favor to help their dad. This means... her feelings for her boyfriend were as powerful compared to her feelings as a mother, you know? The fact that she, as a mother, is counting on her children to aid him... it means it was a very strong desire, something she deeply wished for. It even...I don't think it's the perfect word but overwrites? makes her set aside her feelings as a mother if it means she can help the guy. She loves him so much. THAT MUCH. He's really someone she loves and wants to tend to. She couldn't give up on him... It also means that she trusts him that much as well because why make her own kids get close to someone who can be dangerous?

Given this, I think it’s not just highly likely, but practically certain that Ai’s boyfriend was an exceptionally good person.

For someone to evoke such deep feelings in Ai, they can’t be ordinary. Ai had a strong distrust of people, you know. She was very wary.

Kamiki... there’s something about him... When he talks, it feels like he��s accommodating others to an excessive degree, suppressing his own emotions and enduring while being considerate of others. That’s what I sensed.

Just like Ai had her own pent-up frustrations but still smiled, this character seems to be doing the same thing. He has no inner monologue when he appears in the present, so it’s hard to fully grasp his thoughts, but he must be in pain. If you look at the flashbacks, it’s clear he used to be, but like Ai, he doesn’t show it on the surface, which leads to misunderstandings.

After hearing his voice, I’m even more convinced;

This person seems like an exceptionally good person. Could he really be capable of doing something bad? I get the feeling he’s exactly the kind of person Ai would choose... Ai truly risked everything for him. She gave all her heart to this one person and I feel THAT'S why she was happy about having their children as well.

I believe this character would absolutely do the same for Ai and their children. I’m pretty sure I’m right. I keep looking at him, and the way he acts is very sweet. He doesn't have to be that way, but that behavior is consistent... this really gets to me, it's so contradictory to the accusations he's been faced so I end up talking about a lot because I keep seeing things. Is this guy REALLY evil? I guess it'll be sorted out soon but I'd even go as far as to say that he could have really done.. nothing so wrong... anyhow Ai really loves him. That's really endearing... and if he's what I think he is, he really is someone who can deserve that.. everything clicks to me if he is!!!! I won't have a clue on what's up with all this if he isn't!!

It's a bit late to say this, but my favorite type is "someone whose heart is so generous that they sometimes suffer losses, but they accept it with a broad understanding."

It’s not about a specific character; that’s just the kind of person I consider my ideal type...

I sometimes wonder, "Am I reading the character this way because I want them to be like that?" But honestly, I didn’t really have any thoughts like that until I read chapters 152-154.

I can recognize characters like this when I see them. I’m serious... because I always have them as my favs. (I'm still being really cautious regarding this guy but I see signs of him being this way)

I understand why Ai liked this character so much if that's the case then. It’s because such a person is incredibly rare and a gift to the world...You want to protect these types of people, preserve them, and help them out. I feel like that's what she wanted to do for him.

At this point, I want to think "Whatever happens, happens." I really need to stop thinking so much about this subject, it's a comic and it's all about having fun, but..

That character, in my opinion, is one of two things:

Either they’re a psychopath who's been acting all along, or they’re a total pushover, someone with an unusually high threshold for anger, drowning in self-doubt, who keeps enduring without being able to express their rage.

Both are extreme to the point of being inhuman, but I think it’s the latter. I really believe it’s the latter...

and it's stressful seeing that kind of person being misunderstood if he is you know!! I think this is it though!! Because Ai wants to protect him with all her might and I get that if he's really like this!!

[docholligay]

this was all @thoughtfulfuri's dream i just basically wrote it down. It's not great, but it's somethin, and I'm happy with that!

I don’t like to lie to you. 

It’s not who I am, even to people I don’t like, and you’re one of the people I like very much. I never cultivated a real gift for it, though, like me and most things, I can manage, in a pinch. This is a pinch, if there ever was one. 

“It’ll be fine. ‘Ow long ‘ave you know me? I can survive anything, it’s just that you need to ‘urry, right? Right, that’s all. I’ll be waiting.” 

See, the problem is, you’re a bit of an idealist, when it comes to the subject of me. I suppose I don’t blame you, since mostly it works out. I can survive anything, because I’ve survived everything. So far. I’ve been ripped through time twice, shot, all sorts of things that were meant to kill me, and just didn’t. I lived, anyhow. I do. 

Maybe I still will. Maybe I’m not lying. I don’t want to be lying, I don’t want to die, but I am fully capable of assembling evidence and coming up with a decent idea of the situation. Things have looked bad for me before, but Win, that’s the thing about flipping a coin. Coming up heads doesn’t make heads or tails more likely. It’s just..chance. 

“I can’t leave you, Lena.” 

“Well, you can’t take me neither. They ‘ave me CA. Couldn’t if we wanted to, love, so you just take the escape, and, and then you’ll come back.” 

I didn’t lie, then. I couldn’t leave if I wanted to. This cage is trapping me here, and keeping me alive. What’s that saying, between the devil and deep blue sea? Well, I’ve been to the bottom of the sea more than once, and it’s cold and it’s lonely and I spent the whole time wishing I’d died instead, so I might as well try the devil. 

She will kill me, though. I’m done for. I’ll be lucky if all she does is kill me. Now that you’re gone she’ll be able to convince them it’s all can be done with me. That the risk is too high to keep me alive. She will get permission to dismantle me brick by brick, and I’m trying not to imagine what that’s going to feel like. I can’t imagine it, because I need you to go, and for you to go, I need you to think I’m not afraid. 

“I can wait, I can work into the--”

“No! You can’t, Winston! This is the only chance either of us ‘ave! Please! You will just doom us both.” 

I’m annoyed with you, right? I’m not afraid, just annoyed, because you’ll come back. And you will. I know you will, I’ve never doubted you, same as I knew you’d be looking when Doomfist sent me spiraling. It’s just I’ll be gone by then. The gravestone at East London has been carved for years, but I’ve never laid in it. So that’ll be a new experience. It’ll save you all the trouble of deciding what to do. 

“Are you sure?”

You sounded so strained. The plastic at the wall of my cage is cheap and foggy, and I can just barely see your eyes. You’ve always taken care of me. I hope I’ve done the same. I put my hand up on the plastic of the wall, and gave a big grin. 

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in all me life, Win. Go. Come back, quick as you can. I’m waiting and the food ‘ere is rubbish.” 

“Okay. okay.” 

It was almost a whisper. I looked up at the clock, at the time drawing in when the rescue crew would be in position, and Winston would be safe. I could know I’d done that at least, as well as sit and plan the thousand annoying and nasty things I would say while I was being tortured to death. I hope I die before she comes up with a single good comeback. I hope she gets angry thinking about it in her shower the next day. I hope someone is sitting in the corner writing them down so I can have a big article, maybe even a pamphlet, titled, ‘Lena Oxton Died Very Brave and Also Funny, One Liners on Page Eleven, Nation Mourns Star Pilot’s Sick Burns.’ 

“Win. It’s time.” 

“I love you, Lena. I’m so sorry.” 

I wanted to tell you so many things right then. I wanted to tell you I loved you, and to take care of Em. Let her take care of you. I wanted to tell you to watch after Fareeha, who will take this personally whatever she says, and how all that rage she just tamps down inside her is going to pop, and without me there, I’m afraid no one will be able to help her. To let everyone have fun at Christmas. I don’t want a ruined Christmas, never on my account. Tell the little ones I love them. It was a good life, tell everyone, even if I wanted a bit more time. I always want more, don’t I? Tell Florrie I wasn’t afraid, she’ll worry I was. I hope she hadn’t started on my jumper. 

Tell Emily to find someone else. I’ll be offended if she doesn’t, tell her that, I wanted to say. 

But I couldn’t say any of that. Because then, you wouldn’t leave. I couldn’t say goodbye, because you couldn’t say it. 

“You can thank me by ‘aving some takeaway ready. I could murder an Indian right now.” 

You smiled, a little and I’ll take that as victory. Then you did what I bloody well told you to and scuttled back to where the rescue crew was going to enter. There was a lot of noise, and fire, but the swearing I heard over the crackle of the radio tells me that you made it. I know that you’re safe. A guard has come to make sure I’m still here. I can hear voices in the hallway, and I hear ‘Tracer,’ and the unlocking of the laboratory next door tells me what’s coming next. 

I don’t regret it. My only other choice was to let you die with me, and I would never do that to you. What a payment that would be, for everything you’ve done. I’m not built that way, and so I apologize for the lie. I knew they would never get here in time. I hope Ang lies too, I hope she tells you they killed me quickly. I’ve seen her do it before. Lies can be the greatest kindness some of us ever know. 

I’ll tell you a truth here, though, in my head, where you won’t hear it. 

I am a little afraid.

[londonspirit]

Well then...

It's been two weeks since the final episode (HOW?) and i have finally sorted my thoughts enough to write little about it (mainly for myself - as always).

First of: I fucking LOVED it!!! Yes, it wasn't perfect but that's only the studios fault and nobody else's.

(although I do have a few issues with the editing of especially the last episode: there's too many things wrong to ignore it. There's tiny bits not lining up before which is fine because one can overlook them; Ed going in for the kiss at the beach from the left and the close up is from the right, things like that. In the last epi there's too much of that: the crew behind them when Izzy dies, that's just bad editing; although once again, I'm pretty sure that's the studio's fault, if they could've done it like they wanted to, there would've been reshoots for it *sighs* It's a shame, because that scene is beautiful otherwise; sad as hell but incredibly well done. Taika and Con are really going for it, and it's amazing!)

Edit: knowing now that they cut FORTY fucking % I only keep my 'critics' because this is mainly for me! Knowing that, I am even more in awe about what they managed to make with that!!! They are all fucking MAGICAL for making this show as beautiful and amazing as they did!!!! And I really hope ONE DAY we can get a Director's Cut or something that's gonna make it all more smooth and just that more coherent, just like DJ would've wanted it to look!!!

Anyhow, i loved it. Im so happy to now have 8 more episode to obsess over again, to rewatch whenever I want and revel in the fucking MAGIC they gave us! The writers have really outdone themselves this season! It's tight and fast-paced but it still works fantastically well!

Personally, I've never been more in love with Taika - his acting was outstanding this season!!! Absolutely NO notes on that!! That man's soo fucking talented that whenever he says otherwise I wanna smack him over the head and shake him. I REALLY hope he does more of this because it was insanely good and I want more. (also: he's never looked more gorgeous!! the HAIR! the BEARD! the fucking EYES!!! GUH!! I wanna give him all the awards for this role alone but that's just me!!! So yeah, much much love for him!!) Same goes for Rhys - they're both soo fucking good together, and I cannot wait for them to do more drama because they'd fucking smash it! And not to forget the rest of the cast: every single one gave their absolutely best and I loved every single second of it!!!

What else? The fucking LOCATIONS!! God, I've always wanted to go to AoNZ but this season made me so much more needy!!! (not happening anytime soon but yeah, ONE DAY!!). Sooo stunning, sooo damn beautiful!! GUH!!!

Also: Guest stars!!! First and foremost: FAMILY!! Say what you want about that, but I fucking LOVE when shows do that!!! Taika's kids made me squeal soo much in the BTS vids already, but having DJ's wife in it as well??? With a rather substantial role? And her absolutely smashing it?! Totally made that episode even more amazing!!!

VERY much in love with Ruibo!!! Her Queen was incredible and I loved every second she was on screen!! Her character was so nuanced and wonderful and perfectly balanced. I REALLY hope we can get her back for a 3rd season - she fucking rocked it!!!

And we got ALL THE KISSES!!! I mean, I was hoping to get some more, and something a little more passionate than in S1 (don't get me wrong, I still love that one but yeah...) And we got soo many!! And soo many wonderful ones!!! And no I can't pick a fav: I love them all. The moonlight one had me losing my shit all over the place (at work no less) - the callbacks, Ed's fucking EYES and Stede's shy glances!! GUH, that was just soo delicious!!! The Calypso one was just hot as hell and I may have cursed them for not making that longer!! And the beach one was just utter perfection! Their faces, their smiles, Ed's 'I love you' still makes my stomach all gooey!!!

And then there's Izzy. *sighs* My little angry raccoon man. Our indestructible little fucker. Con motherfucking O'Neill. UGH!! I hated him (Izzy, not Con) all the way through S1! There was not one redeeming feature on that bastard. BUT... when you've read all the Ed/Stede fics and you start to look for something new and then find some beautifully written Izzy/Roach ones and then start to like him and eventually read more and then end up reading (and writing) some SteddyHands and you're like 'yeah, I can see it now'. It also helped A LOT that Con's such a darling man and so real for it all, and you have too much time to fall in love with him after all... So naturally you start to like S2!Izzy. And then you start to love him, and you fucking ADORE the SASSINESS he's got this season. (Still not over the morning after Izzy - the SASS was through the fucking roof!!!) AND THEN THEY LET HIM SING!!!! DEAR GOD!!! I would've loved for a full on musical episode (I mean, that talent show would've been such a GREAT opportunity for that!) The ENTIRE cast is freakishly talented and they all could've pulled that off. So naturally I was VERY HAPPY that at least they let Izzy sing!!! I'm still not over that!! (And Im highly amused that even some of the crew had no idea that he could do that!!! I mean... he got a fucking OLIVIER award to prove it!!!) (but then again, I spend way too much time on YT to find his stuff so that's probably just me!) AND DID HE DELIVER!!! The whole party bit, with the make-up and the shyness at first and then just BURSTING it out was just sooo fucking beautiful!!! Every damn frame of that was a bloody masterpiece and I'd KILL for the bits they cut - I'd pay a very good price for a DVD with ALL the deleted bits because I KNOW that DJ had to tighten that baby down massively!!! I NEED THAT!!! *exhales*

So yeah, S2 made the impossible possible and made me LOVE Izzy fucking Hands! Which im certain was their plan all along - otherwise his death wouldn't have been this devastating!!! Which is fucking WAS!! I cried at work (thankfully there was nobody there!)! And im still not over it!! I totally understand WHY they did it. Doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt. (here the strange editing sort of took away from the PAIN of it all a bit but if you concentrate on Ed and Iz it can be ignored).

*sighs* I'm just so sad that some people went and attacked our beautiful writers like they did. I know it's only a small part of an otherwise amazing fandom but I HATE that they're soo fucking loud - i can only hope DJ and his writers know that most people love what they did! (and NO, I do NOT wanna discuss it. you can be sad, yes, and you can be mad too but you do NOT go and shit-talk the writers or send them death threats - that's an absolute no-go! And no, in a show that's all around queer and has a lot of disabled character, it's not homophobic or ableist - it IS after all just a tv show. If YOU put too much of your own wants into it, that's on YOU! Ugh, sorry, didn't want to get into this but it makes me soo mad!!!) Once again, I'm very glad that I follow only the right people, no need to block or unfollow anyone on here or on Twitter! *blows kisses*

So yeah, despite some small flaws and scenes I KNOW have been cut, I love the second season just as much (if not more) than the 1st one. I can only hope that the studios decide to let DJ finish it. Im so happy with what we got - fanfiction can totally work with that. But I would love to see more Ed and Stede (trying and probably failing) to run their Inn, see the crew of the Revenge get into insane adventures, maybe even meet some more new characters (JC and BM still need to make a cameo!) - there's still soo much story to tell and I would LOVE to actually SEE it on screen!!!

I also would LOVE for the cast and crew to be able to finally talk about it, promote it, share stories and pictures and everything during a 3rd (and last) wave of MADNESS surrounding the show. Everyone deserves to bask in the love we have for them and our show. S1 had barely any promo. S2 aired during a strike. S3 could make up for all of that and get cast and crew the love, recognition and adoration they soo very much deserve!!!

[drdumaurier]

people srsly write Bedelia ? shes the worst nd she got what she deserved in the wrath of the lamb

I have gotten a few of those over the past days, including when I wasn't even home for obvious reasons. Gotta say, awfully great timing (iykyk). I picked one to answer because I'm getting tired of those. So to the person/people sending me those, this is the only one, then I'm simply blocking and I will know who it is. You didn't think of that, did you? Anyhow, not my point.

I have had this blog for 10 years, I was there during the airing of the series, I was there when some hann.igram shippers went wild with hate towards characters, writers (RP and fanfic), and towards actors. It wasn't all the shippers, mind you, but enough to drive people away from the Han.nibal RP scene and to send actual hate to the actors so I will name the ship. The reason why I mention it is also that I got my own share of hate and comments from them and the sad thing is that nowadays I still see Bedelia hate in her tag. I won't go on a tangent here, but hate for her isn't new and it's still there without the need to send asks.

Now, I don't know if it's the case for you or not, but I honestly don't care. I have met some amazing shippers since then, so I couldn't care less what you ship. My issue here is that you think I care. Like yes, well done, you sent it when I was already feeling down. I don't know if it's on purpose, but until proven otherwise, I'm going to keep thinking it was. And yet, I still couldn't give a single unidentified flying fuck about your opinion on Bedelia. I have been here 10 years, TEN YEARS. I have seen so many things, received hate, gotten comments like yours before. Nothing new under the sun. At least people posting in her tag do it off anon, unlike you.

I'm not going to add more, just that the only thing you managed to do is make me sigh and roll my eyes. Things I do multiple times a day every day anyway. My followers may not be very happy with your comment, but that's your problem, not mine. You can dislike or even hate her all you want, that's your opinion, but don't send things like that to people writing her or liking her and don't post in her tag. You're only going to get blocked because most of us have gotten so used to it that we don't react anymore, we just click block.Tbh I post this so you get your answer, you can be happy, and then I'll block the other asks and I'll be happy.

So yes, I write Bedelia, I have for 10 years, and no, she didn't deserve what happened in the post-credits scene. Now fuck off.

[aelfgiure]

I am currently contemplating mayhem.

I'm site supervisor. I've got all the phone numbers for all the officers authorized to work on this site. I DO NOT have access to the schedules for anyone other than myself. I DO NOT get to fire people. I DO NOT have a company provided computer. This is giving me flashbacks to my childhood where I had a fuckton of responsibilities but LESS THAN ZERO GODDAMN AUTHORITY and was still expected to somehow handle things.

So. The regional manager left his position... about a month or so ago? I wasn't informed. Which explains why he never answered any of my emails, but I digress. Anyhow, we have a new person managing the region. Aaaaaand one of the 'problem children' has been whinging about getting more hours, they neeeeeded more hours, so poof! They got more hours. Nifty, right?

Oh fuck me sideways with an angry combine harvester. NO. HELL NO. THIS BEING NEEDS MORE HOURS BECAUSE THEY DON'T FUCKING SHOW UP FOR THE ONES THEY'RE SCHEDULED TO DO. WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU NOT CHECK WITH THE GODDAMN SITE SUPERVISOR ABOUT THAT?!?!

*sigh*

IN THEORY, my shift should be over at 22:00hr. (10 pm for everyone who doesn't use the 24 hour clock.)

I'm working a double, driving 40 min home to nap for a couple of hours, then coming back for my regular shift. So my shift is 14:00 - 06:00. I'm so, so done at this point.

Thanks for letting me bitch about it, because I'm not happy. Thinking about biting people at the central office.

[fizzingwizard]

Random:

My shoes are broken so on Wed I tripped and smashed into the sidewalk. Scraped up one hand and knee. Haven't done that in a looong time, forgot how annoying the sting is. Several people stopped to see if I was okay, though, which was sweet. And the next day a woman who saw me fall actually stopped me at the train station to ask how I was. Aw, humanity. (I switched to another pair of shoes, but they aren't waterproof so *sigh* I have to go shoe shopping, which I hate. Why do people even make shoes that aren't waterproof? If it goes on your feet it should have defenses against the elements imo.)

We had our second yearly observation this week and my students were angels. I mean their halos were glowing aaaall day. I got nothing but great feedback and it was an awesome day, yay.

Last week a fast food place opened near my work and my coworkers have been going like every day. On the first day they all went together bahahaha. I resisted because I'm technically trying to not eat so much ~*bad stuff*~. But on Thurs, my coworker ate a big burger and loaded fries right next to me and I couldn't get the smell out of my head. So I had to go XP Honestly, it's good that I went, because the food I got was really pretty not good, so I was reminded that I... don't actually like that particular fast food place anyhow x'D So hopefully, despite it being so close, I won't be tempted often in the future.

Work bitching under the cut:

Over the rest of the week my students slowly morphed back into their usual gremlin selves x'D with Friday being the toughest day of all, because of course I was sick and so are a bunch of the kids, and of course, it was also the first day in a while where we had almost a full class (just one absence). My usual coteacher was out, the other was there, and great as she is she is still new and very young, so it leaves all the classroom leadership and behavior management to me. Hard enough on good days, but so damn tough when the kids are extra wired like they were on Fri. If the observation had been on Friday I'm sure I'd have gotten one or two critiques during the feedback session hahaha.

I do know what the issue is too, why some days are so much harder than others: certain kids aren't good grouped together. I have one student who thinks other kids are playing when they tell him to leave them alone or get angry at him. He just keeps chasing and provoking them with a big smile. After several months, he still doesn't understand anything we say to him in English. He understands Japanese, but there's understanding and then there's understanding, lol. We explain to him that right now it's time to walk and we will get to run once we are outside, but it doesn't stick. He's a sweetie who doesn't get angry or try to hurt anyone, but when you try to talk to him and explain things, he twists and goes limp and does everything he can to avoid looking at you and engaging, no matter how calm your voice is. So he obviously knows he's "in trouble" (we try hard not to make the kids feel like they're being punished, and to respect their individual wants and needs alongside what the class needs. But even two year olds aren't stupid: if they're the only one being pulled aside while the other kids play, they know it's because the teacher isn't happy with something they did. They don't believe smacking their friend with a toy tomato hurts anyone, but they believe the teacher believes it does... haha -.-;)

Among the other kids, it's a lot of very high energy boys who love to scream at the top of their lungs during free play. I know that if a teacher sat with them, she would be a calming influences. And I know that if I could shorten the length of free play time, this would be less of a problem too. We don't have so much trouble on days when for example Student A is there but Student B isn't, because they ping off each other and that gets the rest going etc. Unfortunately, when everyone is together, I'm not able to put a teacher in the middle of them due to having way too much to do in way too little time. It is getting better compared to the beginning of the year, when lunch time and clean up took foreeeever. The main reason is because the kids are for the most part eating by themselves and eating faster.

However, when the number of kids in the class is large, it's always going to need a certain amount of time. In addition, afternoons are SO tight. In order to do our afternoon activity, I need to be starting it at a certain time, and I absolutely need to be cleaning it up by half an hour later, because our room is also the nap room, so we need to put out all the cots. One quarter to half of our time is used just getting out all the cots and blankets four the two classes who nap in my room. That's also one teacher I don't have with the kids during that time, because she's doing the cots, and I need to change diapers as well as take kids to the toilet and teach their end of the day lesson, all within 15-20 minutes. Yesterday it was beyond impossible. We only got through it by hustling.

In terms of how to deal with the timing, I had a talk with two other classes a week ago about their schedules. They are not nap rooms, so their entire post-lunch period is all to themselves. They have half as many students as I do, but their kids are a year younger so do need even more help. That's why it's tricky, I can't push them to do things faster than the kids are able, especially since we're also always trying to foster independence, which means teachers can't hurry things along by doing it for them all the time. However, I did try to point out that nap rooms don't have the luxury of a full afternoon to do all our chores and activities, and that while our kids are a year older, they're still very young and there are a lot of them. So I asked that as much as possible, the other classes try to finish their bathroom breaks on time, so my class doesn't keep having to wait and wait and wait. The waiting isn't the problem so much as it keeps one of my coteachers in the bathroom for forty minutes. So I'm down one teacher when I reeeeally need all hands on deck. Last year this period only took 20 min and I thought that was too long. It's taking 40 min no joke and the reason is both because the younger classes are taking more time to start and finish lunch (they have to be in the bathroom before and after and we get held up both times) and also because my class and the other 2-3s class have 18 kids nearly every day. We don't take all 18 at once of course. But the bathroom isn't exactly a safe place, and yet we're always winding up with 18 kids from three different classes in there anyway... To me it's a safety hazard and I've mentioned it before. But I'm definitely a lot more cautious than many of my coworkers, and even the ones who say "Yeah, I agree with Fizz," just keep doing the same thing, so. I wouldn't say what we're doing is dangerous, but I do think it's inefficient and confusing, which can lead to danger. However, the main effect is the sucky timing.

For years I've felt that what we really need is 30 min more wiggle room. If we just had that, there wouldn't be these constant traffic jams. The school building is way too small for the amount of students it has (typical Japan) and if one thing is delayed, everything is delayed for everyone. So it's such a tight tight schedule. And we wanted to build in more flexibility this year, because there were so many new teachers (lit just me and my coworker who stayed from previous years, although another experienced teacher did transfer over and a sub who worked here before ended up sticking around a lot - but that's like 1/5 of the staff, all the rest are brand new and some are brand new to working with young children too). So we eased up the schedule, with the caveat that it was probably going to be too hectic at the end of the day for me and the other 2-3s class. However, I really don't even know whether the other class is struggling with their afternoons the way mine is. One thing in their favor is their classroom is next to the bathroom. They just send their kids back and forth from one room to the other. Mine is all the way down the hall and often, if you yell, no one hears you, so usually I have to take groups of kids at a time and keep them until everyone's finished. It would be nice if the other class was having the same issue as mine because then I'd probably get more support convincing the 1-2s classes that they need to try to stick to their schedule a bit closer, but. I don't really know what else I can do at this point: kids eat at the rate they eat, kids need to pee when they need to pee, and we teachers only have two hands apiece.

In the end I don't think any of this particular stress is anyone's fault, but the fault of the school's schedule, which is out of our hands. I don't get why we can't start class time 30 min earlier, it would make it all so much easier. I was told the reason once but I can't remember it. I'll ask again just because I'm curious. We are expected to do so much in four hours it's like. So much goes on in those four hours that they feel like a whole day, but once you're done with them you still have four more hours of work. It is really nuts to look at the clock realize that you're totally exhausted and it's only been an hour since lunch, hahahahaha.

[mcalhenwrites]

Rant...

I work so damn hard on my writing, and it's hard to get any eyes on it. It was hard to get eyes on my crochet most of the time back when I still did it that much. (I noticed things I made for myself either got less notes or only questions about "how did you do that I wanna do that tell me how you did that wahhh I wanna know" or "pattern plz") I stopped crocheting bc I wanted to focus on my writing, I was in pain... but I also wanted to quit so people would stop befriending my soley in the hopes they'd get gifts or patterns from me. So now I only post OC crochet that I've managed to finish. (And fibro and trauma from being used slow this down, and time constraints as well, but I'd rather be writing. I'm allowed my happiness.) The most successful thing I've ever posted across social media is Tempra, my OC dragon. I worked on her for months. She got approx 800 notes (a lot of the notes are my own reblogs, so probably less than 800 bc I've reblogged her like a dozen times)

Most of my work - even with crochet - usually never hits 100 interactions. Notes, reblogs, likes, retweets, etc. Most of it stays at 0-20 tops, and that's that. I work full time hours on my writing. Probably with overtime. I'm dedicated and love doing it, and I can do it with my disabilities forcing me into bed. I've typed with my fucking eyes closed just to get the bursting ideas OUT xD Anyhow, now people are sucked into AI. A thing that is trying to replace artists, therapists (which is impersonal for one, a private data invasion most of all), authors, musicians, and I'm sure even crochet images and patterns are being belched out. I haven't kept up. This stupid AI kitchen got over 79k+ notes and thousands of comments of people gasping to have one just like it. The floating trees melting into the cabinets didn't give it away? (I circled like half the obvious issues and ran out of space to keep fucking circling)

It feels like no one gives a fuck about actual people anymore unless we're tech bro demons churning out stolen uncanny valley garbage for the masses to digest. And I don't know if any of us has a chance to compete against AI. I don't feel like I can work hard enough to matter. I damn well know I'm not the only one. But I really hope anyone not paying attention wonders why the obvious-AI patterns for fiber arts don't matter, because that's less sinster than "I handed all my personal information over to an AI therapist" Artists, though? (Artists in the broad term of including music and writing and everything else btw) I'm not sure anyone is gonna bother noticing that we've been sifted out after our work was stolen to feed these generators in the first place Edit: tho I will say, I'd probably crawl into a hole and want to die if I got 79k+ notes on anything I ever posted. But like. It'd be nice if I had more engagement. I want writing to be my career, so... I feel like if I post "I published Geckos!" it'd flop just like everything else I've ever done in my pathetic life

[clairethecutepup]

Weekly Update: 4/3/2023 - 4/9/2023

Happy Easter, everyone!

Anyhow, I don't think I managed to get as much done during my "down" week, as I hoped to... I think a main reason had to be the concept of "burn out," but I think my new "30 min per activity" rule should help with that. I mean, it's harder for my brain to get furious about a drawing not being finished yet, or failing to think up a next part to write, if I give it a break before that point.

Speaking of writing, you may have noticed I'm starting to submit these "practice writing" posts. After all, writing is the major backbone of ANY entertainment: pretty pictures only get you so far in comics, stunning and beautiful animation alone is more eye-candy than anything of actual substance... I think the only exception to that rule are games, but that's because the main point of a game is to be played than simply viewed; although, many people would agree that a good story, on top of great gameplay, makes for an even better product. So, I guess my point still stands.

Anyhow, if I'm gonna make entertainment myself, I gotta get into the habit of decent writing, at the very least. Of course, "practice makes perfect," especially if people have an opportunity to speed up the process by flat-out stating where you're falling short. Plus, it may give others something they may find nice to read, so bonus points there. So yeah, don't feel afraid to say if something needs a touch-up here and there, as I can tell the difference between: "This writing sucks," and, "You're hopeless as a writer!" Trust me, you're only going to be deflected if nothing about your message seems constructive, like it's meant more to insult or doesn't offer actual advice.

Also, is it me, or does this new "Tumblr Livestream" thing seem more... Perverted than anything? Like, every time I see an icon, someone's showing a lot of skin or appearing "provocative" in other means. It wouldn't be so bad, if Tumblr allowed me to hide livestream icons for MORE than 7 days, like permanently; but apparently, I gotta look at tits and pecs, every time I wanna log in... Please, this is Tumblr, not Tinder.

Anyhow, that's all I've got for now, so see you later. Tschüß!

[pochipop]

oh my god i just read your “what am i to you” genshin hc and I literally fell in love with your writing, if you’re not busy i was wondering if you can do a pt.2 where the genshin men finally came into terms with their feelings?? (Feel free to ignore this if you have too muck work to do!!) you’re an amazing writer and im looking forward to more of your works <33

＃GENSHIN IMPACT !! ♡ — COMING TO TERMS WITH THEIR FEELINGS.

#. synopsis! — they think it over and finally give you an answer .

#. characters! —kaeya, diluc, childe .

#. warnings! — mild angst .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. part I! — you can find the first post of the inciting prompt of 'asking "what am i to you?"' : here .

𖦹. ━ KAEYA !!

A couple weeks trickle by, and you've mostly come to terms with an inevitable outcome of emotional limbo. You love Kaeya, and he doesn't know what he wants in this life, —maybe he doesn't really know what it feels like to be loved like this, or to love someone else in turn. Life returns to semi-normalcy, where you don't ask and he doesn't tell. It weighs heavy on your heart sometimes, but a part of you knows you'd rather have him here filling in the gaps than never see him again and have him leave you lonely. This is a battle you're willing to lose if it means he'll still look towards you fondly.

He's a good friend, —always has been. Reliable, charming, fairly easy to please, all of that and more wrapped up in a neatly groomed package. He's not perfect by any means, but nobody is, and Kaeya does his best to adapt to any situation he finds himself in. This one might be a little lost on him, though, not that you can really blame him. In all fairness you dropped a bomb on him from out of nowhere expecting some sort of happy ending from the courage alone, and when that didn't pan out. . . Well, maybe that outcome was simply more likely from the beginning anyhow. You blame yourself for getting your hopes up so high.

Slowly but surely, your heart settles. Many say that time heals wounds, and you begin to think that there's some truth to that in the weeks that come, —each day soothing you little by little. Kaeya is still somewhat distant, but that comes as no surprise to you. It's only natural that some things have changed now that he knows how you really feel, and you know. . . Very little about his feelings in return. His heart has always been hidden behind strong, soaring walls, after all. You knew that much from the very beginning.

"Sara!" You call out to her with a smile, "I managed to get all the ingredients you asked for, —even freshly gathered fowl for smoking!"

"Really?" Her scarlet eyes light up a bit, "That's lovely. I wasn't expecting everything all in one go, but I guess I shouldn't have expected anything less from you."

Her smile is warm and comforting. It fills you with a sense of pride when she examines your ingredients and comments on the sublime quality.

"I can't believe you carried all of this here by yourself and didn't crack a single egg!" She gushes, "—thank you for the help, I really appreciate it! I don't know what I would have done without you!"

"Don't mention it!" You smile. "It was no trouble at all! I'm trying to keep busy these days anyway."

Being productive leaves little room for self-pity, which is the last thing you need. You know well enough how to care for yourself in this state of mind, and being sedentary wouldn't benefit you in the slightest.

"Oh!" Sara says suddenly, as if a lightbulb had gone off over her head. "You saying that reminds me! Captain Kaeya stopped by just a little while ago and left this for you."

She rummages around under the counter for a moment before pulling an envelope out from under. Your heart lurches.

"He mentioned that you've been busy lately and that it was hard to track you down. I hope that isn't on my account, —rest is important!" Sara notes as she hands the envelope over to you.

You assure her that it's nothing of the sort, escaping the situation as soon as possible in order to tear into the letter that you know is hiding inside. Giving her another smile and a quick wave goodbye, you turn the corner and break into a desperate sprint, moving quickly until you cross the Mondstadt bridge completely and find yourself a secluded spot to sit beneath a tree. Your heart hammers in anticipation.

I haven't seen you much these days, Kaeya writes. I hope you've been well. I'm ashamed for not having asked in person. I'm also ashamed that I haven't had the courage to approach you properly after what happened between us. I've been telling myself for days now that I'm going to move forward and make a serious move to bare my truths for you, but something inside has been holding me back, so I'm writing this now to avoid the calamity. If you will, please meet me by Starfell Lake at dusk. If you choose not to come, I understand. But I'd really like to see you there.

Sincerely,

— Kaeya.

The bottom of the letter is folded, and you pull it down to reveal a pressed sweet flower. The yellow of its petals is so vibrant. . . You let out a shaky breath as you weigh your options

—

In the end, you go to him. If nothing else you're in need of a proper rejection to truly begin the final stages of the healing process, and at least to some degree, you've made peace with every possible scenario you could think up. At the very least, this meeting with Kaeya will give you closure.

He looks like some kind of prince from a distance, waiting under a drunken moon for you. The crystalline waters of Starfell Lake glimmer like the surface is jewel encrusted. This feels too good to be true, —like a mirage that you're waiting to see ripped apart before your eyes, or a dream you're just waiting to wake up from.

"Hi, Kaeya," you approach him cautiously, hoping to avoid startling him.

"Y/n," he gives you a lopsided smile, "—you came."

"It was only fair. You listened to me when I had something important to say, and now it's my turn. So, whatever you need to get off your chest, I'm here to listen," you reply.

He takes a breath before he says anything further.

"I. . .” He pauses, wracking his mind for the right words, “I wish I knew how to say this in a way that would make it everything you’re hoping for it to be. And I’m sorry that I don’t. I brought you here thinking the atmosphere might help make up for that, but now I. . . I don’t know. Maybe there’s nothing to fill that.”

You swallow nervously, listening closely. He’s being painfully vague, but this is as close to vulnerable as you’ve ever really seen him. You fear that anything you say might destroy the balance here that’s already threatening to implode in a second.

“It’s just that I’ve been thinking a lot, and no matter what I do, my thoughts always draw back to you. It’s been like that for a long time, actually. . . I just didn’t know what to make of it. Or maybe I did know, and I was just scared of what those feelings represented. So I pushed them away, I pushed you away, and I also tried to keep you close. Arms length sometimes, and then closer, then farther away. And none of that was fair to you,” he acknowledges.

Maybe you’re just too soft-hearted, but you can’t manage to be angry with him. Not when he’s so far outside his comfort zone, using every ounce of his courage to be honest, even when the truth isn’t as pretty as he’d like it to be.

“Even now, I feel like I’m just talking to fill the silence so you don’t get too close,” Kaeya admits, but in direct contrast, he chooses to step toward you.

“A part of me wants to keep pushing you away so I don’t have to acknowledge anything. But I know I can’t hide from this forever, and even more, that I’ll regret it if I do.”

As you listen carefully, he reaches out; warm hand grasping hold of yours. Despite his cryo vision, he’s always so warm. His touch is calming, —reassuring in the way that his thumb draws along the ridges of your knuckles. You’re not sure it’ll do much good, but you squeeze his hand softly.

“Anything you say, I’ll respect it,” you whisper.

Tears well in his visible eye. The moonlight hits him just right, glistening off the wetness. He sniffles softly, as if nobody else in the world has ever told him that no matter what he chooses, they won’t hate him. Maybe nobody ever has, and the thought of it guts you.

As he opens his mouth, you see his bottom lip quiver. Before you can think twice, you’ve raised your hand to match the sharp curve of his jaw and the plush of his cheek. He meets your gaze in a way he’s never really done so before, and you get a glimpse at all the broken pieces inside him. You don’t know what caused them, or even if you can meld them back together, but all you want is for Kaeya to know that he doesn’t have to do so alone. Friend, lover, or anything in between, you want to be there for him to help him see this through.

“I can’t make you any grand promises,” he musters up a sad smile, “but I love you, and I want to be with you. . . And I hope that’s enough.”

It is.

𖦹. ━ DILUC !!

When Diluc has someone fetch you, summoning you to the tavern, you feel your heart sink low into the pit of your stomach. It’s only been a few days since the instigating conversation, and through it all, you hadn’t even managed to catch a glimpse of him in passing. That in itself wasn’t the most unusual thing, since Diluc largely prefers to work alone and seemingly has no vested interests in socializing like most people. Still, it makes you uneasy, and as you make your way to the tavern, you feel anxiety swim through your veins freely like fish to the open seas.

Chilly winds nip at your skin as you approach the wooden door, —and you knock lightly on the splintering boards, uncertain as to whether it was open. It seems much less lively this evening. It’s usually packed on nights when Diluc tends the bar since everyone has much praise for his skills in the position. They all say he makes the best drinks. You’ve only had a few drinks made by Diluc, but you’re inclined to agree.

“Come in,” you hear his unmistakable voice call out to you, and you do, albeit nervously.

Frankly, this just isn’t how you thought things would play out. Out of all the places you thought this conversation would happen, the tavern never really crossed your mind. . . But, you can’t say it shocks you. Diluc is pragmatic, and he did say that he wouldn’t make you wait any longer than what was necessary for him to work through his feelings. Maybe the suddenness of it all is just a reflection of his promise, much as the unconventional location.

As you step inside, you quickly realize that you’re the only person there, —aside from Diluc himself, of course. All of the seats are barren, and the bar doesn’t seem as if it’s been used.

“Good evening,” he says, —a greeting he would likely give to any other patron of the tavern.

“Good evening,” you parrot, questions playing on the tip of your tongue.

You can’t find the courage to ask them now. Everything feels oddly peaceful, despite your personal, internal qualms, and for one odd reason or another, you’d like to keep it that way. The atmosphere is bittersweet, much like Diluc himself. As you think that, you bite back a giggle.

“Take a seat,” he requests, gesturing to one of the stools in front of him. “I’ll mix you a drink. On the house, of course.”

“Alright,” you nod, doing as he says.

All of this feels strange, but you don’t see why obliging him would do any harm. It doesn’t hurt you to be this close to him, a countertop away from his arms. It’s always been like this. . . Maybe you’re much more used to it than you ever realized, and that revelation comes as an almost comforting sadness.

You watch passively as Diluc makes a drink for you. It doesn’t seem to be anything complicated, but you catch a sweet scent from the ingredients. He moves like this is something he’s been doing for the entirety of his life, never missing a beat. . . Like a machine. It dawns on you that Diluc has always been a little robotic, even from the very first time you crossed paths. In the beginning, his bluntness wasn’t always welcome, but as you grew to know him, it became consolatory. If nothing else, you knew that Diluc would never be the one to comfort you with lies.

In the midst of your reminiscing, he slides a cup across the counter to you. The liquid inside is a bright, cheerful color; a yellowy-orange that kisses the rim gently. Your gaze flickers from the drink to Diluc.

“What is this?” You ask, bringing it to your lips for a sip.

“A Gray Valley Sunset,” he answers, “—simple fruit punch.”

It hits your tongue with a sweet, tangy flavor. There’s no layers to the taste, and you have to admit that it’s painfully fitting for someone like him. What you see is what you get.

“I like it,” you smile softly.

“I’m glad,” he replies, making his way from around the bar to where you sit, taking a seat right beside you.

“When I was young, my father had me mix a drink for him,” Diluc begins, and you resign yourself to listening, taking small sips of the drink he prepared for you as you do so.

“No details, no instructions. . . He just laid ingredients out and told me to make something. Looking back, I think he just wanted to test my creativity, —see what I could come up with. In the end, I made a glass of fruit punch not much unlike that,” he gestures to the cup in your hand.

The fact that he made this drink for you now warms your heart. Even if he’s served thousands of them ordered from the tavern menu by now, you feel like this glass is special.

“Back then, I was young. Innocent. And though I thought I’d grown up long ago, your words the other night threw me so off balance that I felt I’d regressed to that little child again for the very first time.”

A chord of guilt strikes at your heartstrings.

“For the first time in a long while, I didn’t know how to fix something. I didn’t know how to make this better. I’ve thought about it ever since that night, and I’d love to say that I have all the answers now, but the truth is that I. . . Feel lost when it comes to this. Like the ending point is always moving, and I don’t know how to reach it in time,” Diluc goes on.

You want to say something, but you don’t know what. You also don’t want to interrupt this moment, where Diluc is showing you both strength and bravery in the form of unadulterated vulnerability.

“So, to compensate, I brought you here,” he offers up a barely-there smile that’s laced with sadness, but all the emotions reach his eyes for what feels like the very first time.

“Making drinks is like second nature to me by now. I know I can manage that. I wanted to take small steps this time, —thinking maybe slower strides would win the race for me. I made you a drink, and then I took a leap, and I told you a little story about me and my past that you’ve never heard before. Bridging the gap, I guess,” he lets himself laugh, though it sounds a bit bitter to you.

“I really appreciate that,” you finally speak up, “—truly.”

His gaze locks on yours, unblinking. This is an expression you never thought you’d get to see on Diluc’s face. . . Almost childlike, but endearingly so.

“I appreciate you listening,” he reaches out, placing a large hand on your knee.

“And if I may, I’d like to tell you something else before you go home.”

“Of course,” you nod, “I’m all ears.”

All ears, and all heart; throbbing in your chest like it’s thirty seconds from bursting.

“I don’t know what way is right or wrong with these kinds of things,” he elaborates, “but for you, I’ll do it all. Whatever you need. I’m poor with words, but I hope my actions can speak for me going forward. . . If you’ll have me, I want to love you.”

You cover the hand resting on your knee with your own, giving him a sheepish smile as you fight tears. If you speak, your voice is sure to crack, so you settle for a nod.

𖦹. ━ CHILDE !!

Childe has been gone for quite some time now. Where he went, you haven’t the faintest clue. . . You rarely do. It’s just how he is, —swift as the winds of Mondstadt. He lives and breathes by his own rules, plays by unconventional means, and you love him not in spite of it all, but because of it. Maybe there’s something to be said about the unhearable, something to be felt in the untouchable, that Childe embodies all too well. He’s the wild that exists within us all, emerging from the darkness and living in the light with reckless abandon.

He’s enchanting, for better or worse.

There’s a certain enticement that comes from the chase. But Childe is likely chasing fairytales, and you’re chasing him, which might as well be the same thing, you suppose. Even now, as you sit below a starry sky alone, you know it’s almost foolish. He never promised you anything, and yet here you are, waiting for him like a worm on a hook, wriggling around below the water in hopes a fish might be intrigued enough to take a bite.

A sigh escapes your lips as you watch the sky, clouds drifting slowly along the inky expanse above. It’s the third night in a row. He could be a thousand miles away for all you know, but this spot makes you feel close to him, —makes you wonder if he’s out there right now, looking up at the same sky, thinking about you too.

You think about the way he looks at you, curious and calm, like you’re interesting and he wants to know all of what goes on inside your mind. But he never asks.

“Y/n?” His voice rings out from behind you, sending a shockwave through your body.

As you turn around, you half-expect for no one to be there. It wouldn’t have been the first time you heard his voice echo through your mind in a way that felt just a smidge too real. This time is different, though. There he stands with a surprised expression, a few small cuts littering the skin of his face.

“C-Childe,” you breathe, an equally shocked look painting your own face in turn, “what are you doing here? And where have you been?”

It’s the first time you’ve asked. Before, all you needed to know was that he was away, and that he was back now. For how long, who knows, but he was there in the moment, and that’s what counted. Now, however, everything feels like it’s changed, and you’d do anything to know all the details of his expeditions, —you’d give the world to see the world through his eyes.

“I could ask you the same,” he replies, slipping that mask back on.

Not literally, of course, but figuratively. That mask he wears, charming and slick, suave enough to win your heart, but not enough to keep it. No, the mask doesn’t set you aflame. He does. The real face of Childe that he covers as to not let those he encounters know that he too has feelings, and dreams of unattainable things.

“It’s late,” he adds, “shouldn’t you be home?”

You shrug.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you answer plainly, but your heart is racing in the cavern of your chest, and all you want to do is hold him close and let his warmth sink into you. “And I like it here. It’s calming.”

It feels empty when I’m alone, though, you think; but don’t dare to say it.

Even if you don’t, Childe looks at you like he knows what’s written on the tip of your tongue, —like he can taste it without ever having kissed you. He does that often, and now, you just wish he’d do it if for nothing more than confirmation.

“Well, I’m not complaining,” he notes, taking his place beside you on the grass.

Now that he’s closer, you can see his wounds better. By no means are they serious, but dried blood litters their outlines, and you can’t stop yourself from reaching out to touch his face gently. He doesn’t complain or look at you with confusion in his eyes. His face remains lax as you examine him, —not just the wounds, but him. He’s incredibly beautiful, with eyes that sparkle like noctilius jade.

“You could have cleaned them at the very least,” you mumble, hand parting from his cheek.

Before it falls to your side, he’s grasping at your wrist; motions defying his relaxed body language. He holds your wrist with the same intensity that he wields swords of water and aims to shoot his bow, but softer, —much softer, and a million times more affectionate.

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting,” he whispers. “I was getting used to the idea of someone caring enough to do it in the first place.”

Your lips part as your eyes widen slightly, but you say nothing.

“I don’t want to mislead you. I’m not some prince, or a knight in shining armor. . . I get high off risks and sometimes, I might not be here when you need me. I won’t always be around to help you pick up the pieces after a hard day,” Childe says.

“I can’t promise you the universe, and I can’t bring you the stars in a bottle. I can’t give you everything you’ve ever wished for, and I won’t give you hope by making false claims to you that I know I can’t uphold. In truth, I don’t really know what it is that I can offer. . . All I really know is that I’ll love you, and I’ll do it like the world is ending if you give me the chance.”

You hadn’t been expecting that, but you can’t say it’s surprising. When it comes to him, you’ve never really known what to expect at all, not ever. It’s not stability that’s drawn you to Childe all this time. Security isn’t what you seek, —at least not right now. At this point in your life, you’re not looking for someone to give you empty promises and vow to give you the galaxy in the palm of your hand. You just want to know he’d seek you if reality was collapsing.

No need for goodbyes, just a million hellos.

[yup-thats-me]

Pets can help! || Tom Hiddleston X Reader

a/n: Another one-shot to make you feel wanted and loved, cause I'm supper lonely and I wanna make you happy

pairing: Tom Hiddleston X reader

summary: your two canine friends help you and Tom make up after your break up

warning: break up, separated parents, bloodshot eyes, cute dogs and a little angsty, but overall fluff.

"See Tom, we're already done. It's all over, but we have to think something for Bobby and Luna. I'm not letting them fall apart!" you retorted angrily, face all red and hot.

Break ups are always hard. No matter how much time you've spend with your partner, but when one day they just leave it hurts no less. At some point you understand, you weren't meant to be. In addition, you have to learn that fact the hard way. It just have to be.

Tom and you've been having a great time with each other, no lie at that. But due to Tom's hectic travel routine and your modeling career, it wasn't working out anymore. Hell, you've been together for almost three years now, nevertheless, you were done for good.

Fate I suppose?

"So, what do you wan to do with the dog-couple , huh Y/n? Clearly we 'll not be staying together just for two canines, will we?" Tom shouted with the same amount of anger as you.

Over the span of two years, you somehow, anyhow managed to get yourselves another pet. And, following your wish, it was also a cocker spaniel, just an English one, not much of a difference. You both decided to call her 'Luna' seeing how much you loved the 'Harry Potter' character. She was obedient, loyal, energetic and most importantly, as cuddly as Bobby. They both went along very well from the first day you adopted her.

She and Bobby were the only things helping you to keep things in terms with Tom Hiddleston. Honestly, without them? You would've been long gone. They were your life-line while having a nightmare, while missing Tom. They were the only ones keeping the vast and hollow home of yours and Tom's cherry with their adorable woofs, giving you some sense of companionship.

You looked at the two dogs laying on the hard-wood floor laying beside each other, eyes solely on Tom and you. "This can't be done by us shouting at each other. Let's sit for a moment and think it out" you expressed with a calm tone. Tom nodded his head in acceptance and sat on the couch that you two had choose together. Life was good with him.

You took a seat beside him and starting to ponder on the thought of them both. You had to do something, you were not going to let them split just because the two of you. They had a strong bond, anyone could see it.

A flash of idea came in view in Tom's head. "Okay, this may sound crazy, but what if we spend time with both of them for a week? One week they're with you, the next one with me?" He suggested. This seemed to pique your interest. This wasn't an all bad plan. You can work it out right, at least for them?

You shook your head thoughtfully. "This may work, Tom. But I'll have to say, it seems like we're both real parents with real kids who are taking a break. Much like my parents did" you said chuckling because of the last part. Tom knew, how your parents split up, and how much you've gone through. His eyes growing soft with awareness. Tom started to rub your back, in hopes to calm you down.

Though you were done, you still had a bond with him. A bond not even your bestfriend and you shared. He will always had that way with you. You just couldn't push your memories away, the ones when your parents were still together. It hurt you greatly. And just like that, Tom noticed you breaking. Not wasting anymore time, he wrapped his arms to your side, pulling you in for a tight embrace. You broke at the contact, all hell broke loose. You let your tears soak right through Tom's T-shirt, touching his skin.

He didn't mind though. Raised up by an amazing woman, he knew how to be there when people needed him. The true epitome of a gentleman.

After spending quite a bit of time over crying, you pushed yourself away from the embrace, smiling softly at Tom, him returning the gesture.

You slowly lifted yourself from the couch calling for the dogs. They came to you eagerly. "Come on, babies. We're leaving soon. Momma's gonna take you to her house" you cooed, both barking happily. You left the room to get their leashes. Meanwhile, Tom was already starting to miss you. Him hearing 'her house' for the first time in two years, made his heart clench. You've been living with him the moment you two made it official. Now, all was said and done. Leaving him alone, once more.

Coming back in the room, you put the leashes on their necks and secured it gently. Rubbing both their heads, you made your way to the front door, Tom following you slowly. "Guess I'll see you next week then. Come whenever you want. Till next time, and once again, thank you." You said with a smile, turning your back to him, starting to walk. Tom watched as you slowly made your way from, now his, but once "your home."

~3 weeks later~

The doorbell to your room sounded off, both the dogs woofing at the noise. They had been to yours and Tom's house right and left for almost the whole month because of the scheme. This week, they were at yours's.

You pushed yourself from your bed with much difficulty. These past weeks, you had been crying your eyes out. You were terribly missing Tom, but thinking against of telling him, afraid he had already moved on. You didn't wanted to be the pathetic, stuck up one. You convinced yourself the first week following the break up, you wouldn't cry that, he didn't deserve your tears. Taking a final look at your mirror-noticing how bloodshot your eyes were, and the way you looked absolutely sleep-deprived--you made your way to the door.

Opening the door, your were met with Tom's gracious face. You firstly didn't notice his eyes. They were as red and puffy as yours, his lips forming into a smile, you can easily tell he'd been crying. "Came to retrieve the dogs?" you asked, giggling. Tom smiled, seeing you smile.

Tom smiled, for the first time in the past three weeks. He couldn't bring himself to smile regardless of all the tries his best friend Benedict or even Luke made. He wouldn't budge.

"You want to come inside while I get them?" you offered politely. "No, I'll just wait here," he smiled.

"Okay, then", you said smiling, making your to the room. While on your way, you were suddenly pushed up by the wall, strong arms securing you to place, Tom's arms to be more precise. And then, he kissed you. He kissed with so much passion. Even though you wanted to kiss him back with the same force and passion, you couldn't. It was as if you lost all control of your body, too shocked to response.

When Tom sensed you weren't kissing him back, he put you down again. "I'm so sorry. So so sorry. Please forgive me, Y/n. I-I, I thought you missed me too, and wasn't able to stop myself from kissing you. Please, I'm truly terribly sorry", he began to apologize profusely. You couldn't fathom to even reply, you simply bobbed your head and made your way to the dogs.

Coming back down with the leashes in your hand and the couple of canines on your heels, you could tell Tom had started to cry again, the sniffling giving away. The sight of him cry made tears swell at your own eyes, yet you didn't just ran up to him, jumped into his arms and kiss him. You were at a war with yourself, if you should or shouldn't take the step.

Giving Tom the leashes, he was barely able to look you in the eye. The pair of blue eyes never leaving the ground. "One more time, I'm sorry, Y/n. I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm not good enough to make you mine in this life. Maybe next time? Ciao, for now" he announced with a small smile.

Beginning to walk the opposite way from you, he turned to look at you for the last time, with a half-hearted smile.

Observing him get away from you, feet by feet, you made your choice. You couldn't just let Tom GO! He was most certainly the best thing that had ever happened to you. You had to get him by all and any means now.

"TOM!" you cried out, your legs carrying you as fast as they could. Tom turning around to leer at the sight of you running full-force to him, made his heart burst with joy.

He dropped the leashes of his pets, opening his toned biceps to hold you. You leaped at him with your full weight, making him stumble back a little. Grabbing ahold of his cheeks, you pulled him in for the greatest kiss you've ever shared with anyone, Tom doing the identical.

So, here you were, in the strong arms of the man you love the most, in the middle of a street, with two dear dogs--who made this love story happen all over again-- staring at you both as you shared the most passionate kiss possible.

Fate, I suppose?

[nightingaelic]

What if the Courier wasn't interested in siding with House/Legion/NCR or in ruling New Vegas? They just want to get revenge on Benny and go back to being a mailman. After killing Benny they meet Yes Man and immediately like him, deciding to take him with them on their journeys. Since Yes Man never has access to Mr. House's files, he never finds out that they can be used to upgrade him. But the Courier is always on the look out for something to help Yes Man.

The door of the Mojave Express outpost in Primm swung open with a jingle, and Courier Six strode in with a confidence that could only belong to someone who'd been shot in the head, gotten back up again and tracked down the bastard who'd tried to do them in. "Package for the sheriff!" they called, setting a long, wrapped box on the counter. "Whoever that is, nowadays."

The Securitron that had become their ever-present shadow since their trip to New Vegas ducked precariously on its single wheel to clear the door frame. "I so love visiting towns where law and order has completely collapsed!" the happy-faced robot said brightly. "It just adds a certain charm to the experience, don't you think?"

"Well, I wouldn't say it's collapsed," Johnson Nash commented, rounding the corner from the Nash kitchen to the main office. "Just a little bit in flux. And that's Sheriff Slim, now that the NCR's got bigger problems and the Powder Gangers have all but moved on."

The courier grinned. "The little protectron that could. No idea why he's getting mail, though."

"None of our business anyhow." Johnson smiled and leaned down behind the counter to pull up his lockbox. "What'll it be today?"

The courier made a face. "NCR dollars, please."

"Heading west, I take it?" Johnson asked, counting out their fee. "Anywhere specific?"

"Our destination is still undetermined!" the Securitron replied happily.

"Really? Wandering out into the wastes with no plan?"

"Well I wouldn't say we don't have a plan," the courier explained, accepting the paper money that Johnson offered them. "We found some evidence of a pre-war scientific research facility that might have tech we can use to upgrade Yes Man, here."

Yes Man gave Johnson a little salute. "At your service!"

"How about that." Johnson scratched his chin. "Pre-war, you say? And out west. You know, my wife and I know the coast a bit. Whereabouts?"

The courier and Yes Man exchanged a look. "The Big Empty."

"Big Empty?" Johnson shook his head. "Nothing out there but nuclear craters and more desert. You'd do better poking around the vaults in NCR territory."

"They only say there's nothing out there because no one bothers looking," the courier argued.

"On the contrary." Johnson crossed his arms. "Whatever it may be, desert, radiation or giant ants, it's bad news. The Mojave Express has lost every courier foolish enough to traverse it. There's a reason the NCR steered clear of it when Caesar first moved on the dam, even if it meant they lost the chance to drive him out of the Mojave for good."

"As if that would've stopped Caesar." The courier rolled their eyes. "Even if the NCR had managed to scare him off for a bit, he would've come back anyway. Not that he'd have done much beyond sit in his camp across Lake Mead and make everyone on both sides of the river miserable, like he's doing now."

"Fair enough." Johnson fixed them with a curious look. "Heard you were invited up there, once."

"And where'd you hear that?"

"Couriers gossip, that's all I'm saying."

"Mmm-hmm." The courier looked away for some other topic, and their eyes fell on the scrap robot that had been sitting in the corner of the outpost for over a year. "You still haven't gotten that thing up and running?"

"Nah." Johnson backed off and relaxed. "I was hoping to use it for some courier work, but that ain't gonna happen."

The courier raised an eyebrow. "Mind if I take it off your hands?"

Johnson shrugged. "It's yours if you can get it working."

With a flourish of their hand, the courier laid one of the NCR bills back down on the counter. "For your trouble. Yes Man, would you do the honors?"

"It would be my pleasure!" The Securitron rolled over to the silent eyebot and bobbed forward to pick it up. He turned the metal dome this way and that, assessing it with his claws. "Oooh, an advanced model! Servos and gyroscopes need recalibration, a few replacement sensor modules might be in order, beautiful redundant systems, so why don't we just..."

Yes Man redirected some circuitry and gave the eyebot a tap. With a clank and a few beeps, the bot rose from the Securitron's claws and shook itself, almost like a dog waking from slumber.

Johnson laughed and clapped his hands together. "How about that? Keep your money, Six, that's some fine work by your companion, there."

Yes Man's screen face gained little round marks of blush around its smile. "Thank you very much!"

The courier chuckled, watching the eyebot weave circles up by the ceiling. "ED-E?" they said, reading the license plate tacked to one side of it. "Short and sweet. I like it."

"Welcome to the party, little guy!" Yes Man gave the fellow robot a salute.

"Not sure if it knows what it's getting into," Johnson said with a smirk. "We're still getting inquiries, now and then."

The courier's face fell. "Still?"

"Mmm-hm." Johnson jerked his head toward Yes Man. "The one with the cowboy face came by again last week. Offered me more caps than I've ever seen to tell me what route you were on."

"Well, tell me you took the deal."

Johnson sighed. "Ruby and I are marking you down under different numbers when we log your trips at all, but people know your face 'round here. More importantly, they know your bot's face. You're leaving him outside of towns, before you go in?"

"Always!" Yes Man replied. "I'm getting real good at hiding among the cacti!"

"Sooner or later, that Mr. House is gonna get wise to it all," Johnson said with a shake of his head. "He might respect the Mojave Express, but I don't know that he's above sending some more of those things out here to shoot us and the shop full of holes. I almost wish those convicts were still around to scare him off."

"Put in for a transfer," the courier insisted. "Tell the Hub what's going on. Get out of Primm."

"I'm too old to up and leave the Mojave again," Johnson argued. "Ruby likes the area too much to leave it. And it'll snow in the desert before I'm chased out of my own town."

"Then..." The courier bit their lip. "Send him a message personally. Tell House I've quit. Gone west."

Johnson raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

They nodded. "The whole truth of it. I went looking for the secrets of the Big Empty, and I took the Securitron with me. If he's stupid enough to follow us out there, we'll be ready."

[jimlingss]

I love you. I love your work. That's it. I'm binge reading your fics. But I really had this dream that taehyung was trying to seduce me at work and I refused to give in because I'm professional. I went home and cried for rejecting him. Please write a fic about this for me. Why do I never get the guy even my dreams 😭 I'm a loser.

LMAO this is hilarious. I actually had a dream similarly like this too. I’ve always wanted to go to a fortune teller but the me in my dream was also a cheapskate and ended up not going ahahhaa so I feel you, anon. Hopefully this drabble can grant your dreams.

↳ The Office Trip to Pound Town

2.5k || 70% Smut, 30% Fluff || Kim Taehyung

You’re neck deep in work.

Your hands flurry across the keyboard before you’re saving the document and grabbing your pen to look over the Jeon’s contract that needs to be prepared by tomorrow. There’s barely a moment to breathe, much less look up when there’s a quiet knock at the door and it opens.

“Go ahead with lunch, Wendy. I’ll eat after I finish this.”

“She already left,” a deeper, huskier voice says and your eyes finally flicker up.

Taehyung enters, shutting the door behind him. He’s without his blazer, simply in a white dress shirt tucked into his slacks that you remember you picked out for him a few months ago. His blonde hair is styled so half of it is pushed back to reveal his arched brow and the other half falls in front of his forehead to frame his face. It should be illegal to look this good, but you’re not complaining. It’s always nice to have eye candy around the office. It cures your fatigue. 

You smile at him, putting your pen down. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d visit. We’re supposed to be on our lunch break, you know. But of course, you’re always hard at work.”

“How else are the bills going to be paid? Unlike someone, I can’t just dilly-dally.”

Taehyung grins and comes behind you. You learn forward in your office chair, already knowing what he’s about to do. And the moment, Taehyung’s hands lay on your shoulders, a sigh escapes your parted lips. His thumbs dig into a particularly sore muscle, but he massages it out within seconds. You hate how easy it is to melt into his touch. 

“Hey, I work hard too.”

You hum. “Not hard enough. I’m coming for your job, Kim. I’m going to get promoted to director of the department and you’ll get demoted to just being the manager.”

Taehyung scoffs. “I’d like to see you try, Mrs. Kim.” 

He digs harder into another sore spot and you jolt with a pained moan. You pull away from him and turn your head around. “Was there something you wanted to talk about?”

Suddenly, he licks his lips and your eyes flicker to the movement. Taehyung’s voice drops an octave — it’s never good when that happens since he knows what that does to you. “Do you know what today is?”

Your eyes are rounded. You quickly scour your mind, but come up empty. “What is it?”

He sighs and starts to roll up his sleeves to his elbows, showing all forearms and the popped veins spiraling up his arms. “I’m disappointed,” Taehyung says in a husky tone. “But then again, I’ve always been the one to pay attention to the details. It’s the first day of your fertile window.”

“Oh. Okay.”

The two of you stare at one another. 

He stares at you. You stare at him.

“No. Taehyung, no.”

His mouth starts to twitch and it slowly quirks into a smile. “Come on.”

“It’s unprofessional!”

God fucking dammit. He’s giving you bedroom eyes. And it hits you that the top button of his dress shirt is popped open. Oh god. He came in here just to seduce you, didn’t he?!

“Don’t you want this baby?”

“Yeah, but last time I checked, we have a perfectly good bed at home. King size actually, thanks to someone’s instance.”

“I’m working a late night tonight.” Taehyung comes closer, crowding you with his larger frame and you move back until the office chair can’t even wobble and your side is trapped at your desk. “We can’t waste any more time.”

“Taehyung,” you say his name in a scolding voice, but it’s already weakening by the second. He knows it too.

“You’re not going to make me beg for you, right?” he asks, caging you in with his arms. One of his hands curls around the chair’s armrest and the other is gripping the edge of your desk. “Unless you want me to.” 

You swallow hard, resolve crumbling. It’s not like you don’t want to….

You look over his shoulder towards the door that’s shut and the blinds that have long been pulled since your online conference a few hours prior. A beat later, your attention is directed to him and his sly smirk. 

Taehyung whispers, “Please?”

With a sigh, you close the distance and you feel Taehyung’s massive grin as he kisses you. He leans down as your mouths are still connected and you fall back into the office chair. Taehyung looms over your frame and he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. 

His hot tongue licks into your mouth, eager and impatient. At the same time, his hands cup your jaw and he coaxes a whimper from you that’s muffled at his lips. 

You’re supposed to be the strict, no-nonsense manager on this floor overseeing the rest. It’s pathetic that you can be reduced to a school girl by your husband. Taehyung loves it and truthfully, you don’t mind so much, but if anyone else knew, they��d be shocked.

The pair of you pull away to gasp for breath. The strand of saliva between your mouths break. Your lips are swollen while his are stained with your red lipstick. 

“This is so unprofessional,” you whisper to him between pants.

Taehyung smiles sweetly, forehead pressed against yours. “A lot of people already left for their lunch break.”

“That doesn’t mean there aren't people on this floor and right outside the door.”

“That’s what makes it fun.”

“It won’t be fun if we lose our jobs.”

“Not if we get this done quickly.” He steps back and starts pulling at his belt. It clicks, unbuckling with ease and your core starts to heat in anticipation for what’s to come. Taehyung doesn’t miss the way you rub your thighs together. He smirks and then gestures to you. “As your superior, I command you to bend over.”

You scoff, but turn around anyhow to lean your front onto the desk. You wince when the papers underneath your hands start to crinkle, but it’s much too late to move them when he roughly shoves up your skirt.

“I could report you to HR for that,” you quip.

“You’d never,” he retorts with a thick voice.

He doesn’t move for a few seconds. You wonder why he hasn’t done anything, if there’s something wrong, but then it occurs to you what he’s eyeing your ass in. “Taehyung. I swear to god—”

The sound of ripping follows. 

The bastard’s torn into your black, sheer stockings.

You curse and turn your head around to glare right as he tears down your underwear. “It’s fine. No one will notice. Faster this way.” You suspect he just wants to fuck you while you’re still in stockings, bent over your own desk, but you don’t call him out on it. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Easy for you to say—” You yelp when your left heel is suddenly lifted off the floor. He props your bent leg on the desk and plops down into your leather office chair as if he owns it.

Before anything else can be said, Taehyung dives straight between your plump ass cheeks. He holds your hips in place, fingertips sunk into your skin as his tongue laps at your hole and he moves his face from side to side. A gasp breaks from your vocal cords and you bring one arm back to grab his hair.

“T-There’s no time, Taehyung.”

“It’s fine,” he murmurs, moving to suck a bruise into your right ass-cheek. Taehyung really gives another definition to kissing someone’s ass but rather than feeling like the superior one, you’re keening into him, crumbling at his touch. It’s turning you on how much this is turning him on, with the way he groans into your skin like he’s fully enjoying this, how he’s eager and happy to be on the giving end. 

Unintentionally, you push his face closer into your ass and his slender fingers begin to gently caress your slit. Your mouth seals to suppress another moan when his warm tongue licks at your hole again. You can feel the heat of his warm breath against your cunt, so close yet still so far. 

A minute later, he comes out panting. “Damn. This is better than any lunch.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s going to be your fault if you don’t get to finish.”

“Relax,” he sing-songs and you can practically hear his grin. “We’ll get there.”

Without much warning, Taehyung plunges his two fingers into your already wet cunt. You keen, failing to silence your whine and your back arches. You don’t see his smirk, how he’s fully enjoying the view while sitting back in the chair. He simply starts pumping his index and middle finger in and out of your heat. Taehyung stretches you out, curling his fingers at a particular spot that has you gripping the edge of your desk until your knuckles have turned white. You try your best not to make a sound, but it’s almost like he’s trying his best to get you to break and be noisy.

“Fuck,” he moans. “You’re leaking all over my pants.”

Even when he’s behind you, you can feel his intense gaze that’s watching you closely.

It feels degrading to be bent over your own desk like this. You’re practically dancing in the palm of Taehyung’s hand, giving into his every whim without being able to control yourself. But at the same time, all of this, the thought of him claiming your spot and taking you right here was turning you on. You don’t want to admit that you’re enjoying this as much as he is.

“T-Taehyung,” you gasp, cheek pressed to your paperwork. 

He chuckles lowly. “Alright, alright.”

He pulls his two fingers out of your sopping cunt and sucks on them till they're clean. Then Taehyung stands and lowers his pants just enough to remove his hard cock from his boxers. He pumps it twice and positions the red, leaking head to your swollen entrance.

You’re about to ask him what’s taking so long, but you choke on your words when he enters you with a single push of his hips. Your cunt stretches to accommodate Taehyung’s big cock that’s practically nudging at the entrance of your cervix. Your fingernails curl into the edge of your desk while you fail to stifle the whine that comes out, even when your teeth have sunk into the bottom of your lip.

“S-Sorry,” he groans. “Couldn’t help it. Don’t want to run out of time. Already at twelve forty.”

You turn your head around. “What?!” 

But there’s no opportunity to react more. Not when Taehyung grabs your hips, eagerly fucking into you. Like a man on a mission, like he’s making sure he’ll get you pregnant no matter what. He withdraws his cock and then plunges as deep as he can inside your tight cunt, his hips slamming against your ass. Taehyung bends your leg to get at an even deeper angle and you turn back around, trying your best to keep in your moans and quiet the whines of his name. 

The urgency of time presses on your minds, but it also fades with the onslaught of pleasure. All the papers underneath you are sure to be crumpled beyond belief, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. 

The pens and pencils fall over to the carpet. Your eyes sting. He’s filling you up so well.

“F-Fuck, this is so hot,” Taehyung groans, watching his cock disappear inside of you with each rapid jut of his hips. How you’re trying to still hold yourself together. The way your stockings have been torn and his underwear and yours are barely pushed away. “You’re so hot.”

“Hurry, Tae!”

He hums and you start to squeeze around him. Taehyung’s hips sputter. His pace falters before quickening urgently and impatiently. “W-Wait, wait.”

Taehyung licks his thumb and finds your clit with ease. You gasp as he rubs circles on the swollen bit and your toes curl. “Tae, Tae—” You’re afraid you’re being too loud, but the concern is overridden when you cum. There’s white flashing beneath your eyelids, a wash of pleasure that renders your knees weak.

Taehyung follows a few seconds later. He plunges in as deep as he can go with brute force and a pitched cry leaves your throat, making him slap his hand over your mouth to keep quiet. 

The picture frame of you and Taehyung in Malta on your honeymoon is knocked off. 

And then cum paints your velvet, warm walls. It fills your cunt, leaking past his cock. Taehyung pants on top of you and thrusts twice more in spite of your oversensitivity and his own. He holds you still for an intimate moment as you both catch your breaths. Then, he withdraws.

You shakingly get up as he tucks himself back in, buckling his belt again after he snags it off the ground. You try to fix the mess of your hair and he grins, cheeks flushed. Taehyung comes close and his thumb lifts to wipe the smudged mascara at the corner of your eye.

He can’t hold in his smile and giddily hugs you. His face affectionately nuzzles into your hair while you wonder if he knows that his cum is still leaking out of you and dripping down your thigh. 

Sometimes the duality of Taehyung is jarring. You wonder how this can be the same man who just bent you over your own desk and pounded into you until there were tears in your eyes. But you suppose that’s what makes him so charming and why you married him. One second, he’s throwing you over his shoulder and spanking you till you call him daddy and the next, he’s pouting and begging you to call his dad for him because he just stubbed his toe against the door and it hurts and he needs advice on what to do.

“Sorry about the ripped stockings.”

“Uh-huh. You better buy me new ones.”

“I will.”

The pair of you pull apart and he pulls a tissue for you to wipe yourself with as you sit down and peel off the stockings once and for all to throw into the trash. If someone asks, you’ll tell them it ripped on its own.

“Well, at least that was fun, right?” Taehyung smiles as you put yourself back together.

You eye him. “What time?”

“Pardon?”

“What time are you done with the meeting?”

Taehyung blinks, not sure where you’re going with this. “Probably at eight.”

“I’ll be at your office at eight ten then,” you state plainly. “It’s only fair. I can’t be the only one having my office destroyed.”

Slowly but surely, an enormous grin spreads into his face. Taehyung leans in to kiss your cheek. “It’s a promise then.”

[paper--moons]

May I ask for some Age Regressor!Aizawa with Caregivers All Might and your choice of Present Mic or Midnight HCs with and Aizawa who regresses to about 8 or 10-12? I recently found that I regress to around that age range but still find myself...ashamed or embarrassed for not regressing to what seems like the "normal" age ranges of infant to young child? If you're comfortable with it, could you possibly include Age Regressor Izuku and Aoyama?

Oh absolutely, dear anon! I'm more than happy to do this for you—and in fact have been excited to get to this request for awhile now. I know I try to do a variety of age ranges on requests (as long as it hasn't been specified by the requestor), but I probably do tend to go younger. I blame my cg instincts telling me I want to take care of someone the most, you know? That's totally on me. But there's absolutely nothing wrong with being a regressor who doesn't regress to really young ages! There is no "normal" or "standard" when it comes to things like this, only what makes you feel good and happy. Regression is a very personal thing, and we're all unique people.

As for the request itself, I hope you like it! It was a tall order and I wasn't quite able to fit in Aoyama so I do apologize about that, but I did manage to squeeze in Midoriya. This was also really fun because I haven't gotten any requests for cg!Yagi before (or any Yagi for that matter, the only post I've done for him was a treat for myself). These went through a lot of editing, and there was a lot I wanted to include but didn't, so there may be a couple of minis with these two in the future.

Anyhow! The headcanons are over here. Thank you for the request, and I sincerely hope you feel more comfortable with your regression soon! 🌙