#idk how to end fics help

[komugistissue]

Oooo, what about sucking Aki off every time he's on the phone just cause you like to be a distraction. Do you think he'd try to end the call quickly? Would he be able to hold back his moans? Would he lose his train of thought whenever your nose hit his pubes? What would he do when he finally hung up?

anon.. i'm so in love with this idea thank you so much 🥹

i had fun writing this, this idea is so hot to me but i have no idea what'd you'd call it, so if anyone knows pls lmk in the comments lol! also i reallyyy enjoy writing/reading about sub men so i hope u don't mind i made aki a lil bit subby in this! (i need him so bad) also this is NOT proofread so pls don't crucify me if there's any spelling mistakes 😣

pairing- aki hayakawa x afab reader

warnings- subby aki, blowjob while on the phone, oral (m receiving), reader calls aki a good boy, aki calls reader ma'am, afab reader

"everything is in order, the devil was executed and i'm about to start writing the report on the mission." your boyfriend spoke into the phone. you sat next to him at his desk, impatiently waiting for this phone call to end after he told you to be quiet so he could take it.

"it was a bloody fight, fortunately there were no casualties and no one is severely injured. we were able to recover...." jesus christ. when would this phone call end? there was no possible way he had this much to say about a mission where barely anything happened.

"hey! hey! ki!!" you whisper shouted, snapping your fingers to get your boyfriend's attention. he put his finger up to his mouth in a "shush" motion and turned his chair away from you. "ugh!'' you rolled your eyes. you just wanted to hang out with your boyfriend and this stupid call was taking up all your alone time with him!

god dammit, you thought. how could you pull his attention away from this totally unimportant phone call onto his totally important girlfriend? you thought for a second. that could work. you got up out of your chair with a plan in your head. aki was so focused on his phone call that he didn't notice when you stood up, or when you got underneath his desk.

he looked over when he felt the warmth of your hand touch his upper thigh and saw your other hand reaching toward the crotch of his pants. "what're yo... oh um i'm sorry, i was just talking to my, uh, dog. please continue." he looked at you anxiously when he saw his belt being undone and your hand reaching for his cock.

you grabbed his cock, that was growing harder by the second now that he understood the situation, and ran your thumb against the tip, gathering all his precum on the tip of your finger and licking it off. he clicked the mute button on the call, "hah.. what are you doing? y-you know this call is mmm-important to me.." he said between breaths. you took your finger out of your mouth and put it up to his. "shhh ki. be a good boy for me okay?" you moved your finger away from his mouth and pushed the unmute button.

"mr. hayakawa, are you there." aki was so caught up with you he hadn't realized his superior had said something. "y-yes sir i'm sorry, just my dog is really needy mmmf-today.." you smirked hearing him try to keep his composure, sure you did feel a little bad, but hearing him hold back his little whines erased all guilt you had.

you grabbed his cock and licked a stripe all the way from the base to the tip of his leaking cock. poor baby aki covered his mouth and tried so hard to hold back his little whimpers. he looked down at you with tears in his eyes and a look that said "please just make me cum already." you took his cock into your mouth and started licking his tip. he muted his voice and started to moan out to you. "hah.. fuck.. please just mmmf-just stop teasing.. please.." you took your mouth off and stopped completely, "if you keep muting this call i'll stop aki. do you understand me?" "...yes ma'am" he said, clearly embarrassed about the entire situation. "that's my good boy. now unmute your voice, and let me take care of you."

you put your mouth back onto his neglected cock and let the tip hit the back of your throat. you did feel bad for making your poor boyfriend feel embarrassed like this. you could spoil him for a little while.

fuck, he could feel every little thing. the way your nose hit his pubes when he was completely down your throat, how you were rubbing little circles into his leg to (attempt) help him keep his composure. he felt like he was going to go crazy. your throat was so warm. all of a sudden, he felt you cup his balls. "i'm sorry sir but something hmmff-came up, can i call you back?" aki hung up before he could hear the answer.

"fuck.. please baby i-i'm sorry for hanging up! just please... mhnnghh please make me cum pleasee" he blabbered out to you. damn, how could you be mad at his cute face? "it's okay my good boy, just sit back."

#chainsaw man #smut #chainsaw man smut #csm smut #aki hayakawa #aki smut #aki hayakawa smut #request #csm #idk how to tag this #idk how to end fics help

[sunnyyangie]

NSFW MDNI

kinkmas day two!! thigh fucking

intak x f. reader

warnings: subby intak, thigh fucking, praise, established relationship

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you walk into the living room where intak sits on the couch, waiting for you with an extra soft blanket and hot chocolate.

when he notices you, he can’t help but stare. the way you look in his hoody, along with loose shorts, and especially the thigh high socks you wore; they made your thighs look extra soft and thick. intak was obsessed immediately.

“damn, baby, come here.” he puts his arms out and you smile, happily falling into them and his lap with a giggle.

“hi, takie.” you put your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a sweet kiss.

intak leans back to inspect your outfit once again. his hand trails from your leg and up to your thigh, softly rubbing at the flesh. “my perfect girl, look so pretty for me.”

you kiss one cheek while squishing the other. “thank you, baby. you look super cute yourself.”

intak passionately kisses you, mumbling a “thank you, sweetheart,” in between pecks.

you pull away after a moment to catch your breath, “c’mon, let’s watch the movie now, ‘kay?” you smile at him, turning around to face the television and clicking the play button on the remote. intak whines lowly behind you, hands grabbing your thighs, thumbs slightly slipping past the bottom of your shorts.

“what’s wrong, puppy?” you tease him, reaching back to squish his cheek, his lips forming into a fish look.

“jus’ need you right now,” he pouts and looks at you with his big brown eyes. “your outfit is drivin’ me crazy.”

you hum and smile, “yeah, baby? what is it? what do ya like?” you slowly start to grind your ass back onto intaks’ growing buldge.

he winces and throws his head back, “fuck, you in my hoody. the way your socks makes your thighs look. so fuckin’ hot.”

“why don’t you fuck ‘em?” you ask innocently.

“huh?” he deadpans and tightens his grip on you.

“seriously, use my thighs.” you lift off him to slide your shorts and panties down to the floor. he stares wide eyed until you give him a look, quickly pulling his own down.

you sit back on his lap, ass pressing against his hardened length. intak muffles his moan and grips your waist, you lifting as he lines himself up, slowly slipping in between your thighs. “are you sure?”

“yes, sweetie, well, considering you already started, so..” you laugh. “use me.”

intak curses and pulls you completely onto him, his tip peeking out at the front of your thighs. you stick your thumb in your mouth, licking it, then pulling it out to rub at his mushroom head. he nearly whimpers and starts fucking upward, sound of skin slapping against eachother filling the room.

the wetness from your pussy making it easy for him to fuck your thick thighs, you both moaning. “feels so fuckin’ good, baby. should fuck your thighs more. ‘s heavenly.”

“you’re always welcome to use me, takie. i’m yours.”

“shit, ‘m close.” intak whines, thrusts become faster and harder.

“mm, already, babe? just from fucking my thighs? that’s all it takes?” you question, starting to rub your clit. he only moans in response. “be a good boy and come for me, then.”

intak curses as ropes squirt onto your thighs and lower belly, you also cumming and moaning from everything.

you pant, “should i wear thigh highs more?”

#bye i wanted to make this longer but also want to quickly post all my kinkmas fics😭 #also i feel like i always ends fics so odd but .. I CANT HELP IT idk how to end it normally #sunnys kinkmas #p1harmony smut #p1harmony imagine #hwang intak smut #p1harmony intak smut #intak smut

[deaddove]

slow cooking a lighthearted modern au where esen and baoxiang are pining after their friends ouyang and ma, respectively. but due to a ~wacky misunderstanding~ (read: chronic heteronormativity) they think ouyang and ma are dating each other—obviously that’s why ouyang is always going over to her place, right?

esen is in denial about his feelings and extremely supportive of ouyang’s relationship (he avoids talking about it or thinking about it—out of respect to ouyang’s privacy ofc). baoxiang thinks ouyang is in denial about his own sexuality and using ma (he has formulated a 12-step plan to Remove Ouyang that he will enact When The Time Comes).

then one day: baoxiang and ma are hanging out (spa day), esen and ouyang are also hanging out (sporting event(?)) and they all decide to meet up at that new restaurant afterwards. as they arrive, ma and ouyang are texting, they tell baoxiang and esen “hey my partner got us a table.” so baoxiang and esen follow them to the table expecting to see the other couple already seated there. but it’s just zhu.

(they both have met zhu—they thought she was just ma’s roommate. in reality she’s ma’s fiancée and ouyang’s queerplatonic d/s situationship.) (they also realize neither of them has ever actually seen ma and ouyang interact for an extended period of time. it becomes immediately apparent that ma dislikes ouyang and ouyang doesn’t even know her name.)

#au where wang baoxiang is stupid. for my mental health #idk if this is satisfying ending since no one’s situation improved at all #except arguably ouyang who is no longer on baoxiang’s hit list #(at least not for that reason) #surprise spicy subplot: #baoxiang is tutoring a transfer student for a few university courses #he struck a deal w the kid to help him practice his korean #(he thinks ma is korean. because of the misunderstandings u see.) #so they start doing the tutoring sessions in korean #ayushiridara: hyung~ if u rly wanna impress this girl i can help u practice some other stuff 😏 #baoxiang: i already know how to do the other stuff #somehow they end up in bed together anyway #ok the end #the radiant emperor #my fic #sorta #feels like this should go in the groupchat #but in a fandom this size i guess the tag is the group chat

[rexscanonwife]

If you have an f/o that loses many people close to them, imagine them allowing themselves to grieve in front of you. To be held in your arms as their shoulders shake with the force or their crying because they need to let it out or it'll consume them from the inside out. They can be vulnerable with you, they can fall apart with you, knowing you'll help them pick the pieces back up.

#jane journals #self insert talk #💙 oh captain my captain 💙 #this is about rex ; w ; #my partner and best friend and i watched a particularly intense arc of the clone wars last night #it was funnnnn love when star wars hurts me!! #but goddd it goes without saying that rex loses people he cares for every single day #its what they were 'meant' to do. they were made to be expendable #but he knew and cared for every single man in his troop and thats gotta weigh on him over time #idk while the Really Sad part was happening in the ep i couldnt help but think how brea would comfort him #would hold him close and tight and keep him grounded #and ofc she grieves with him. #ougghhhh this reminds me of an old fic i was working on FOREVER ago 🤔🤔 #i didnt have an ending for it but...now im thinking

[definitelynotshouting]

You know what's insane about the Hunger AU. the fact that Grian is trying to die because he does not want to inflict pain upon his friends, but that's exactly the thing that's tormenting them. he's become so determined to stop himself that he's hurting them anyway, and it only gets worse the harder he tries. he doesn't want to be cruel but leading the Hermits on like this about the potions is cruel. he doesn't want to hurt them but seeing him half dead is hurting them. i am shaking like a dog

hunger au really is all about how suicidal ideation and mental illness can just twist your entire perspective into a knot.... like the objective reality is that he IS hurting his friends with this and he IS going to hurt them 10x more when it comes to the potions!!! but grian is so caught up in his own head and his hurt and his guilt that he cant see that or accept the cognitive dissonance that comes with acknowledging it. Its a genuinely tragic set of circumstances and being able to showcase the rapid spiral down followed by the slow crawl back up through recovery is so so so rewarding for me as a writer-- not least bc of reactions like these >:]

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #compliments #i could say a lot abt how mental illness and ptsd in particular just plays a crazy part in how hunger!grian functions #but i feel like it kinda speaks for itself #theres a certain point where all logic and objective fact goes out the window and youre just running on pure amygdalian emotion #and thats really just where grian is at rn #and the only possible way for him to come back from that is THROUGH his friends' support #ig thats sorta the thesis statement of this fic if it had one-- recovery is a community effort #at the end of the day yes you have to do it yourself but also #i think it is nigh impossible to pull yourself out of the dark without a helping hand of SOME kind #we were made to be communal etc etc etc #IDK IM JUST RAMBLING NOW I HAVE THOUGHTS SOMETIMES #txt

[paperglader]

I am aware that a get in loser, we are going… to fall in love? update won’t actually fix me, but i think we should try it anyways.

#mmmmm that fic truly is THE it girl of the fics #like??? Regina George and cady heron calling each other baby for like 70k and cuddling and being all over each other #and wholesome family dynamics #I love wholesome family dynamics #also Regina struggling with her sexuality as a young little lesbian?? relatable #but also genuinely learning how to care for another human being for the first time after puberty😂 #cady being head over heels in love for Regina George? super relatable as well #like it’s my favorite cadina fanfic cause i think it sort of is the healthiest at the moment #cause they fuck up a lot cause they sort of took each other by surprise and they definitely were not looking for a relationship at all #but they actually end up being so loving towards the other #Regina is closeted though and I am wondering how they’re gonna fair considering where they currently are in the story #idk #it’s truly great and it’s helping with my anxiety tbh I love it #cadina #mean girls #fanfiction #regina george #cady heron

[malulurivers]

I don't know if you do crossovers, but if you do, how would viktor react to a spider-person S/O? Spidersonas have been blowing up again since across the spiderverse so it made me curious

when it comes to spiderverse i absolutely do, anon! i've seen some fantastic art of jayce and viktor in the style of spiderverse, i think i reblogged it somewhere, so to say 'i love this idea' and 'i've had a little think about it already' would be two big understatements!

i'll try to keep it succinct though XD

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How Viktor would react to having a spider-person SO

honestly, the word 'fascinated' could tldr this entire post

Viktor is quite a private person, who would absolutely treasure communication and trust in a relationship

so as the Spider of the Runeterran universe, as soon as you had made your relationship official, you knew you had to tell him of your secret identity sooner rather than later

you'd been surprised neither he nor Jayce had worked it out yet, being incredibly intelligent inventors and all

but you'd figured they'd be safer not knowing, so you'd tried to subtly keep it from them anyway, and directed the conversation away from your Spider-alter ego whenever they occasionally came up

so you had it planned out.

you were going to tell Viktor next time he was at home, when you got him in a break day, and it was going to be the just the two of you. somewhere private, somewhere safe.

you would explain everything gently. you'd reassure him that if he wasn't comfortable with being with you because of it, then you'd have no resentment towards him

there were plenty of good reasons to be wary after all

then one night you had a particularly long escapade

trying to uncover a deeply-rooted crime circle, you'd ended up rescuing a group of young people who had gotten in trouble with enforcers for frankly ridiculous reasons

you'd then had to outsmart and deal with said enforcers (who were undoubtedly the worst part) to escape, and they head nothing back in their chase

you'd decided to head to the lab instead of home for safety, as at least that wasn't as incriminating. also there was more spaces to hide

it was so late that it was morning, and even you expected that Viktor had gone home by now

but he had, in fact, not

so you'd entered the lab by climbing through the Jana-knows-what storey window, blood rushing with adrenaline, levering yourself down to the floor cleanly with a web

right beside Viktor's desk, where he was sat, eyes wide and frozen

it hurt to see his expression focused on you. he was hiding it well but there was fear in how he swallowed, in how he clenched his fist on the handle of his cane

it hurt until you remembered that 1. he did not know it was you, and 2. he had just witnessed you crawling on glass, spinning on webs and moving way too fast for a normal human

also 3. you bore a striking resemblance to the description given of a 'criminal' (as described by enforcers) that had recently been reported to be involved in the explosion of a factory in the Undercity

sure, you knew it had been for good: that you had apprehended your target, and there had been no casualties

but it dawned at you that Viktor remaining as calm as he did was inherently a miracle

"can I... help...? you...?"

his thoughts were rushing at 100mph compared to their normal 50, and you could see it in his searching stare, watching and waiting for you to move, speak, do anything

luckily, after a few seconds of stumbled words and a hasty removal of your mask, he was back down to earth, heaving a sigh and almost laughing in relief

"I cannot believe—I thought you were...!"

for a moment anyhow, before the reality sunk in further and you were bombarded with questions

"wait, you are the Spider? the masked vigilante?"

"where did you just come from? were you fighting someone?"

"are you alright? are you hurt? did anyone follow you?"

after some explanation and reassurance, he relaxes a lot

honestly he takes the news very well! despite the unplanned nature of its reveal

he's very pragmatic as a person and very loyal

despite the obvious exhaustion on his face, he perks up with intrigue as you tell him everything—how you got bitten, how you got hold of your current suit, how you chose your identity, what you've been keeping tabs on, who you've fought, what you've lost.

however, he is a scientist first and foremost after all, so even after the basics are out of the way, his curiosity is never going to be quite sated

so later on, he's asking more specifics

he's always very polite when requesting to see your abilities, very gentle and never overwhelming you. he wants to see all of them, if you'll allow him to

the webs, the wall-climbing, the increased agility and strength, the spider sense, no matter what it is, you always leave him amazed

and your abilities quickly become a source of inspiration for his own trajectories into science

he's particularly fascinated with the possibilities of your webs, regardless of whether they're organic or mechanical

he sees this as an opportunity to work with you and that makes him very happy indeed

on top of inspiring him scientifically, your passion for helping others reminds him what he's doing his work for, as well as how much he loves you

he adores your heart, your compassion, even if it worries him that you're putting yourself in harms way

this likely leads to him putting time aside for side projects, where he invents things to help you

he may be more of a pacifist, but he's surprisingly down with vigilante justice

he wants to help and protect people with his own technology, he'd be a hypocrite with his head in the sand if he believed that never fighting was truly an option

just as long as you're careful

because of this, he's not going to make you weapons. not that you would ever ask him to. that's not your style, and you'd much rather have the tools he creates to help you escape extra sticky situations

his main focus first and foremost is to help upgrade your suit, particularly providing more safety for your mask so you can breathe in the Undercity

however, whatever upgrade or mechanism it is as time goes on, he always lets you take the lead. you're the hero, not him, and he just wants to support you as best he can

for what it's worth, he'll talk positively of your secret identity to Jayce, hoping it'll get through to Mel

he would even defend you publicly if he was in the council room and the Spider came up

much to your chagrin, as you're worried for his safety just as much as he's worried about yours

when you move in together particularly, you're aware of the danger you're putting him in

you regularly frequent the Undercity and have dealings down there, so returning to live Topside by day has its innate dangers

especially when you're constantly avoiding villains and enforcers alike

but also your identity must stay a secret for his sake as well as yours

he'd be ruined if the fact that he's in a committed relationship with a a vigilante became known

unsurprisingly, Viktor overlooks this part

but as long as the two of you look out for each other, you're certain nothing can go wrong

overall Viktor is a caring and loyal partner, and this wouldn't change in the slightest if his S/O was a vigilante spider-person

he'd be incredibly supportive, though likely wouldn't be able to keep from getting a little excited over the capabilities of your powers. and from asking a ton of questions

you'd become a muse of sorts for him in some of his inventions, and a close partner in his technology in other ways

although, if you have access to the Spiderverse? poor man's going to start fizzing internally

the prospect of portals? already functioning across dimensions? universes?!

he's a reserved kind of person, but I don't think he'd be able to stop himself from trying to weasel his way into meeting someone who knew a lot about how it worked

aka, if you don't know how the Arachnoid Humanoid Poly-Multiverse's teleporting mechanics work, then he's going to try and talk to someone who does

with your permission of course

I think that Viktor would get along very well with Miguel...!

...until he very much doesn't.

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masterlist | buy me a hot chocolate <3

#viktor x reader #arcane x reader #spidersona #arcane x spiderverse #viktor fluff #arcane fluff #spiderverse arcane #arcane spiderverse #just imagining miguel and viktor chatting now #theyd get along so well! discussing science and being all broody together #until it all flies out of the window with the inevitable morals discussion and #idk i feel like they would just inevitably start bickering about *something* and it just wouldnt end well #this has reminded me that i wanted to write a somewhat crossover fic where the science bros ran into someone who could actually do magic #it would basically be me shamelessly theorising on how the magic system in arcane runeterra works #or just flinging it out and going full crossover #but that other crossover universe would be my own original work #bc your girl loves to keep busy and has too many projects on at once of course #and is working on a worldbuild as well #technically #god help me i feel like my understanding of the lore is wrong--runeterra is the realm's name right? could indicate the universe?

[oversharer-that-overshares]

I recently (ahem, yesterday-ish) started reading httyd fics, and i'm noticing there are a lot of Hiccup Runs Before The Final Exam, or he wasn't there to begin with (feral Hiccup ✨) but what if he doesn't start dragon training at all? Like, The Raid was his final opportunity to show that he isn't completely useless at Dragon Killing, and he butched it, snd he was close to dying again or smthng and Stoick stops hoping for Hiccup to be a Beefy Viking Killing Machine, and when they 'talk' on the stairs when Hiccup comes back from freeing Toothless, he tells him that Gobber needs some help in the smithy and that he might learn how to properly make the weapons or tools and that, yeah, there are enough vikings who fight dragons but there aren't enough weapons when they're used viciously on an almost daily basis against Tough Skin

TL;DR: Hiccup becomes a smith, doesn't do the dragon training at all, and he has a bit more time to spend with Toothless bc Gobber thinks he might feel bad about not getting a chance to Beef Out so he cuts him some slack for a little bit, and also the prosthetic might be better/go along faster bc now he's /supposed to/ use the forge, but also might not bc now he has an official job/apprenticeship

He falls further apart from the other teens, who half-think (mainly the twins say) that he died a brutal death or smthg bc now they barely see him, and only to give/get back their weapons/shields/armor when they need fixing; and he gets ever-closer to the Nightfury on his proverbial backyard

He gets good at Smithing, blablabla, meets the Mad Queen, blablabla, gets increasingly stressed thinking abt how to save his best friend, soul-brother, partner-in-crime, adoptive-dragon-parent from the Mad Queen, and Astrid starts noticing him bc he's smoother when he isn't paying attention to others at all and he really is better at smithing than anyone ever thought he'd be good at, well, anything

#httyd #hiccup haddock #toothless #stoick the vast #gobber the belch #fic prompt #bc the gods know that i will not write it but damn do i want to read it #idk how the fuck or why astrid ends up helping when she wasn't kidnapped by a petty dragon #or if she helps at all or hiccup pulls a Main Character thingy #but hiccup ends up beating the queen gaining a herd of dragons (his flock✨) and the other teens stop bullying him if only bc wth you #can control dragons??? and the twins at least are like Sike i want one too #idk #does berk ever find out? do they believe him? does he just free the dragons from the arena in the middle of the night right before #Astrid's Big Day and she just knows that he Messed Up somehow bc he always does and that's why she follows him to the cove and movie canon #folds out? #this extended clearly i needed to talk to someone lmao

[boyywithluv]

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#having a creative rut feeling #gonna rant #im basically a giant baby and i don't handle angst very well #and i constantly worry that im just. idk mentally weak or a deeply uninteresting person bc of it. #every big fantasy artist i see is usually very into making sad or angsty pieces and like i wish i was like that #like i fall into this mental hole very very often that im just holding myself back with how many subjects i dont write or draw #but also like when i DO write dark subjects it doesn't make me feel any better?? #i dont like feeling sad or angry bc once i am its extremely hard to get back out of it. #and thats scary for me. #but also i want to make art that means something instead of my nonestop slew of smut and feelgood content. #i genuinely feel so trapped by my own emotions and its sp frustrating. #i keep getting told how good for you it is to get the negative feelings out but it never helps when i do it #i just feel. worse? i dont feel good. #i kinda wanna delete the one cloud post bc it just doesn't feel good. #ugh #idk i want to have good intelligent things to say and thoughtful art to make #and everything i make feels soft and cheesey and lame. #not that i find those things lame #but just that it feels like im stuck in baby brain. #when i was a teen i would write horror stories!!! i still love horror!!! #but if i make someone suffer in fic now it feels me with this awful awful overwhelming sense of dread and guilt and i end up so upset #im frustrated at me bc this is such a fucking weird sensitivity to have. im tried of telling myself its okay #bc i WANT to feel mentally free enough to create shit that isnt just uwu soft. #i don't think im making sense but like. #you know #I've literally been bullied out of fandom spaces for only making soft content #multiple times. #so idk maybe this is a learned sense of shame #but i feel like a big over sensitive baby and like I'd be able to do so much more if i wasn't #vent ish

[coldflasher]

the flash should have ended with barry quitting his job at ccpd to become a stay-at-home husband and that's on that

#the fun part is it genuinely could have ended like that. i have no idea. still haven't watched it #NOBODY TELL ME BTW #THAT IS NOT ME ASKING FOR SPOILERS. I'LL GET TO IT #but honestly it's the only thing that makes sense. i have genuine reasons for this #namely: how the fuck is iris. an incredible but ordinary non-speedster woman. meant to look after a baby speedster #ordinary babies are already making it their life's mission to die. eating shit they shouldn't. rolling over and suffocating. #idk i don't know about kids but i know babies are breakable and will roll off tables and god knows what else #now imagine you have a toddler and she can literally move at hundreds of miles per hour #how the fuck was iris meant to cope? #i still maintain that when they did the 'she put a power dampener in nora' plot it should have been like. not a control thing #but also yeah. literally a control thing because HOW THE FUCK ELSE WAS SHE MEANT TO LOOK AFTER HER BABY #if barry is gone and she's a single mother. assuming no other speedsters are around to help her. what the fuck else was she meant to do? #of course she had to suppress her powers because how can you stop your toddler running into traffic if she can run 1000 times faster than u #how do you keep her in her crib at night if she can phase through the bars? #in that sense. yeah it's fucked up. but you can understand it. you can empathize. what other options did she have? #so yeah stay-at-home dad barry is the only thing that makes sense for genuine safety reasons #he is quite literally the only one who can keep up with the kids #they dropped the ball on nora is all i'm saying. again. fic that lives in my head where original nora's death actually means something #and we get a new nora who is ACTUALLY a different person. as she would be considering her whole upbringing was different #and she has to somehow live up to the memory of a version of her that was erased from time #part of barry and iris can't accept that that specific version of their daughter is gone and it's not her #THE ANGST POTENTIALLLL #in my head she doesn't even go by nora because she's like. THAT'S NOT ME. SHE DIED. WHY CAN'T YOU ACCEPT WHO I AM AND LOVE ME FOR ME #she goes by dawn bc yeah im still kinda sad they didnt use that name #fictional characters give ur kid an original name instead of always naming them after dead ppl challenge #my fics #my meta

[wizardofgoodfortune]

27 for Spotify fic thing!

a bit of comfy dreamling. and i fully believe that this would've been better if i had finished reading the entirety of the comics. alas... we can have a bit of silliness for now! but thank you for the ask!! 💓 i hope you are having fun with the ask game.

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When you've lived for such a long period of time unimaginable to the common living being, asking for help is something short of unthinkable. He is Endless, after all. Lord of Dreams and Ruler of Nightmares. The Dreaming itself.

At least, that's what Dream thinks.

Death said he was foolish for not asking for help during his century in the Wych Cross, in the Burgess's basement, and for the pursuit of his tools afterwards. He doesn't think she will ever understand—he didn't want to worry her, or anyone for that matter.

Much less Hob Gadling, who is a mere 600 years old. He was older than most, yes, but still. Dream should be able to handle everything by himself. The Shaper of Forms should be able to fix all his problems on his own.

This is why Dream couldn't fathom why Hob gave him this tiny device he called a 'mobile phone'.

"Keep in touch," Hob said, "for when you need my help the next time you get... compromised. Or for when you just want a drink. Or a friend," he tacked on, grinning.

Dream stared at the phone accusatorily. It sat on the couch beside him in his room, unaware of his glare.

It was as if Hob didn't know how hard it already was for him just to mention that he'd been captured. By a human, with parlor tricks, no less. And before their recent meeting, they just met once every hundred years. Now Hob expected Dream to just... 'text' him?

Dream scoffed. This was ridiculous. They should have just continued to meet every hundred years.

But then again, the whole ordeal with Rose Walker and Desire just finished. Could Hob have helped with that problem? Most likely not. But sometimes, Dream did find that... elaborating... on one's feelings... proved. Useful.

And in the light of having been betrayed by his sibling, there was nothing he wanted more than to hear someone talk at him, for distraction. Or maybe even listen to him. Much like Hob did, the last time, in The New Inn.

Dream sighed. This was ridiculous. He tucked the phone into his coat, and left. He had much to do, and little time to spend on frivolities. He couldn't spend his time ruminating on every single thing in his life; he would certainly go insane if he did. So he will concentrate on the things he can fix now.

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Dream was in the middle of a meeting with Lucienne and Merv when a ding! rang in the throne room. Lucienne looked up from her notes, and Mervyn cocked his pumpkin head.

It came from inside his coat. Dream paused for a moment, and opened his mouth to continue—

Ding!

"Uh, boss, I think that's coming from you," Merv said.

Lucienne hid the lower half of her face in her ledger. Dream dreaded to think why.

"I will take care of this," Dream said, standing from his throne. "I trust you will be able to attend to the repairs in my place, Lucienne. Mervyn."

"Of course, my lord," Lucienne said.

"See ya, boss," Merv said.

Dream turned away and blinked into his room before he could see them smile at each other at his expense.

He conjured the phone from his coat, forming from grains of sand. The screen simply said, '2 new messages from Hob Gadling.'

"Hey stranger! Fancy a night out at The New Inn? Just got done with finals, and I could use a relaxing evening. Beer for me, wine for you? I got you something even better than before," the first text said.

In their last meeting, Dream had actually caved to drinking wine. It seemed more palatable than any of the drinks in the past six centuries, and he was. In a good mood, so to say. He didn't really realize how thirsty he was until he got into a comfortable atmosphere.

"And I'm thinking you should try out our pizza tonight. Only made out of the finest ingredients, I promise. If you thought the shepherd's pie was good, wait for this one," the second text said.

And how hungry.

And because the Dreaming is him, thunder rumbled in the distance, as if to imitate an empty stomach growling.

This is ridiculous, Dream thought, as he stepped out of his room and into The New Inn. It was evening this time, and the place glowed yellow and orange. It was alive with its customers' tipsy buzz, the clinking of tableware, and the smell of savory food and alcohol.

Dream looked over to the spot where Hob sat before, and felt a pang of an unnamable feeling in his chest when he didn't see him there.

"My friend," bellowed a familiar voice from behind the counter.

It was Hob. He had a small towel thrown over his shoulder, and he had half of his hair tied back. Dream noticed the beads of sweat on his temples.

"Didn't expect you here so soon. I'll be right with you," Hob said, his face bright. He gestured to the table in the corner. "Have a seat."

And so Dream sat where he sat before. What was Hob up to?

"Sorry for the wait," said Hob from behind. He came brandishing a glass and a bottle. Was that a smear of something red on his cheek? And why was he wearing a flour-dusted apron? "If I knew you would come this fast, I would have texted you much earlier."

Dream watched Hob pour him a glass of wine.

"Y'know, you could have replied. I would've been more prepared that way," Hob said, setting down the bottle, and settling down across Dream. "Not that I mind, of course. Just thought you would be more preoccupied. But I could get used to it."

Dream huffed. "Do not. You merely caught me at an opportune time."

"And what joy," Hob said. He was grinning. Then he was standing up again. "Be right back."

Hob disappeared behind the counter and into what Dream assumed is the inn's kitchen. Dream looked at the wine. It didn't seem right to drink alone.

So instead, Dream listened to the sound of the inn's patrons talking to their friends about their day, good or bad, listened to the soft music playing on the speakers, listened to the dreams of a student snoozing on his friend's shoulder, heavily inebriated too early in the night.

He was having a nightmare about his 'finals,' as Hob called it. Dream waved the nightmare away. In this place, he deserved comfy dreams. His nightmare could wait another night.

"Make way, hot pizza coming through," Hob announced from behind again, hurriedly setting down a wooden plate. On it was flat bread with golden, melted cheese and the same red sauce that Dream saw on Hob's cheek earlier. There were also sliced cherry tomatoes and basil leaves on top. The pizza glistened under the yellow lights of the inn.

"Been a while since my last pizza," Hob said, sitting down across him with a sigh. He held his beer in his other hand. Maybe this time he would stop moving around so much.

Wait.

"You made this," Dream said, in disbelief.

"Yeah, picked it up when I lived in Italy a few years back. Don't think it's as good as how they taught me, but you be the judge. And don't hold back," Hob said as he cut through the sauce and cheese with a knife. "Hey, you haven't drank your wine yet."

"No," Dream said. He didn't want to elaborate.

"Buon appetito," Hob said, gesturing to the pizza. He wiped some of the sweat on his forehead away with his towel.

Dream stared at Hob.

"Please, before it gets cold," Hob insisted.

"Are you not going to eat?" Dream asked.

"Oh." Hob paused. Was that surprise? "I suppose I should, shouldn't I?"

Dream took his slice the same time Hob did, but Dream had more difficulty with his. The cheese stretched on impossibly, refusing to let go, until Hob chuckled and cut through it with his knife.

And finally, Dream bit into the slice. Both the sliced tomatoes and the tomatoes used in the red sauce reminded him of a dream of a farmer in the Italian countryside, toiling away in the hot day and coming home to his wife and son, his arms full of produce. The hot cheese came from the milk of a family cow cherished by its farmer. It dreamt of a seemingly never-ending green pasture, where she lived with her calves. The bread had the thoughts of the man in front of him kneaded into it, thoughts of how proud he was of his students, especially those graduating soon. Even the basil leaves contained Hob's thoughts, each carefully placed on the pizza, wondering if Dream would like it.

Dream gulped.

"Good?" Hob asked. He was smiling, but Dream spotted a bit of worry on the lines in his crow's feet.

"It is," Dream tried to find a sufficient word, but ended up echoing Hob, "good."

Dream watched Hob's shoulders loosen.

"Good. Great," Hob said, grinning, fully this time.

Dream felt his own chest tighten. He stifled the feeling with more of the pizza instead, and listened to Hob launch into how finals week went.

Maybe later in the night, wine-drunk, Dream would tell Hob of what happened recently. But right now, he was content to eat, and drink, and listen to his friend.

#i think sometimes dream could use a little bit of a good time. as a treat #and i think he has a different relationship with and perception of food. idk. for fun #sandman #dreamling #*my fic #* #wintersmitth #this went longer than i thought it would im So Sorry #i didn't know how to end it. Help #i might continue it? idk what to do with this anymore. LMFAO #i hope you are doing well! #spotify wrapped #ask

[mishapen-dear]

I read that same fic earlier and I just straight up muted the person so their works don't show up for me anymore lmao

there was also another one like that posted yesterday because the person was mad at something qBad did a couple of days ago while not at all in his right mind and amnesiac, it was odd (not shitting on the person just confused and slightly concerned)

yeah there’s. a lot of misconceptions around qbad rn lmao. It’s one of the reasons Im so obnoxious about him, tbh, so that it’s not JUST the negativity that gets spread. He’s a really good target for the hate rn, because he has a smaller fanbase and his pvp playstyle + lore lead him to all that antagonizing during purgatory, and that gets vented out into fics.

It’s genuinely really interesting, the dichotomy that seems to exist between tumblr and twitter regarding him. Ive heard nothing but slander about bbh from twitter (again, he is not faking his illness, that is a lie), but he’s got a solid enough foothold on tumblr that ive seen more hate towards the fans that the cc, here. which makes sense, given how we take over the tag almost ever day when he logs on. genuine o7 to people who find that obnoxious but thats one of the reasons i overtag so much, for blocking purposes.

anyway i think all the bbh mischaracterization means that we just need to write about him more >:D please this is a call for more bbh centric fics from people who do not hate him/know a little bit about his lore. blease he’s such a fun pov to write i promise

#mishapen answers #discourse #<- discussion of it anyway #idk maybe people are spreading lies over here too but i block anyone who doesnt filter their neg/go out of their way to make bad faith #arguments. #i think ita REALLY interesting how seeing all the hate towards bad had me finding myself saltier towards other fans/creators too #so i can understand why these vent fics are being put out yknow sometimes its just really fun to hate a guy #but that’s what neg tags and bashing [character] tags on ao3 are for #on tw/itter where a lot of this gets spread you dont really. Have that #dont mind me ive just been ruminating on this a bunch the past two weeks #ive never been so active in a fandom where discourse had the opportunity to actually reach me #its been p interesting to observe how thats effected the way i say and clarify things #<- rhats the main point of my other post ig because if my gifter is someone who has been seeing nothing but bbh neg after bbh neg comes her #*here and sees me swooning about bbh’s ‘only egg protector’ and ‘no one helps him’ complexes Getting Worse during the end of purgatory #then they dont have the context that im doing so strictly for fun and not putting it on other characters/blaming them for not also swooning #we have media literacy in this house i promise #i would like more characters to have flaws and feel alone and commit incredible sins #anyway. excusez-moi im verbose when im tired and procrastinating #anonymous

[cloud-somersault]

i was working on chapter 5 and almost started crying????

#constellations fic #idk it's after 9 but like #it hit me when i was writing a particular scene in chapter 5 like #how much has happened...not just to these gay monkeys but like to me personally but mostly #just...how hard MK has worked and how he truly wanted them to be friends again #and i just think about how mk is and who he is and how #friendship is so important to him and he knows how powerful it is #how he turns to his friends for help as soon as he can now #and he's learned not to hide things from them anymore #and he just fully embraces that there are things he cannot do on his own #he needs them...and they need him #and i just got emotional and almost started crying because #wukong and macaque talked!! and they wouldn't have if not for MK #and just how far he's come and how far they've come and how much has happened #it's been such a long journey and now that we're at the end i'm just getting emotional #chapter 5 is like wrapping all this stuff up and i just get a little sobby every time i finish a scene im not okay actually #i love this fic a lot. i learned a lot about myself and my limitations #and just how important writing is to me #and im really glad i wrote this...and that i could share it

[professional-termite]

im considering giving lore bpd or at least trying to code him like he does in my fic..like im always iffy on explicitly coding "evil" characters (a concept i dont really like, especially in the context of a character as traumatized and neglected as lore) as having specific mental conditions but it would make sense for him. and actually it would make him Less Evil to me. like idk man maybe im just projecting onto this guy but he really does strike me less and less as someone whos Aughh Evil Maniac Horrible Person and more as a traumatized kid (using the term kid since, while he is an adult man whos like over 30 by the time brothers rolls around, he was deactivated for most of that time) with an emotional disorder who needs therapy instead of Being Yeeted Into Space

#getting madder and madder about everything that happened to lore as i think about him more and more #the reason im hesitating on specifically coding him as someone with bpd is that bpd is already really stigmatized and he is explicitly an... #...abuser in this fic #but man it would also explain some of his obsessive behaviour around ness but eughhh #the thing is while he is abusive/manipulative in this fic hes also not doing it for Evil Reasons hes doing it because he has a... #...crippling fear of abandonment that ness is really helping him through yk #just thinking about how being abandoned by your dad has got to leave mental scars #and ofc once he meets this impressionable android with no knowledge of the 24th century who sees lore as a friend... #...and possibly a romantic interest hes gonna be like Man I Cant Lose This and start twisting the truth whenever hes with ness #his whole thing in this fic is that he doesnt want ness to leave him and hes scared if ness finds out what hes done/doing ness will... #...risk meeting the federation (who lore has lied about and told are evil) in order to get away from him #and he does eventually #idk man i just needed to rant about this fic its getting so complicated and layered and i. hghh #and im gonna redeem lore in the end. hes gonna recover and hes gonna get help #because he deserves it. and i dont think ness is the type to spitefully go You Hurt Me I Dont Want To Help You #actually i think ness is the type to try to help lore to the point of hurting himself. and thats what makes them so tragic to me #anyways this is completely off the rails i need to shut up about my hcs and just decide whether lore has bpd in this fic or not #random #writing adventures with van #trek adventures with van

[izzystizzys]

the usual izzy gets surprised by not having had menopause yet and a baby trope but adding in a twist: it happens pre-canon and by the time he gets unceremoniously dumped off the ship, he’s known for at least a month

just. increasingly tense izzy, who not only has to deal with not being able to keep anything in his body and worse nausea than he had even in his first week on a ship, but also can’t sleep marinating in the familiar coldness between him and ed that suddenly grates all over again. who’s forced to contend with the idea that something might finally force them out of this stalemate, and he doesn’t know if he wants that really or what outcome scares him the most, and it makes him pissier than a rabid cat soaking wet most days

and then it happens anyways, in an entirely different way that didn’t even require izzy to voice all of his fears and lay bare their problems, because stede fucking bonnet did that with his mere presence. no need to admit to his fear of being abandoned now, is there, is all he can think bitterly over a mug of fucking water of all things in jackie’z.

#ofmd fic idea #edizzy #kind of #my steddyhands loving brain wants it to end up there but idk how #in my angstridden mind this can go several ways #obvs he still sees jack and obvs the prick knows immediately #now: does jack run off and tattle or stay and help? #either way in my mind izzy has lost all will to fight his way back to ed’s side via navy fuckeries in this #discovering he has other priorities than ed now is a shock to him more than anyone #anyways option one jack still makes it onto the revenge drunkenly ripping ed a new one in the most incomprehensibly strange way #halfway through he’s like oops you’re not supposed to know that izzy’s pregnant! #ed: izzy’s pregnant???? #jack (sweating): i didn’t say that #which brings on a merry goose chase because izzy is a wanted man in his own right #and also not in the mood to talk to anyone #option two: jack does NOT scurry off to the revenge #i envisage ed still going ham in this bcs one he discovers functioning without izzy’s shit and two there were issues there brewing already #years later the crew (slowly but steadily piecing itself together) raids a ship and finds a screaming five-year-old in its brig #completely impossible to miss that she is an exact carbon copy of ed from the hair down to the scowl and eyes and- #well it’s very unsettling is all #as are the promises that if they don’t help her her papa will disembowel them all #‘a toddler should not know that word!!!’ lucius insists #meanwhile izzy going insane having temporarily commandeered jack’s current ship in search of his beloved daughter #comedy of errors type thing where the revenge crew are forced to become temporary babysitters to the absolute hellion raised by izzy hands #truly only he could create such horrors (affectionate)

[s-dazzlegarden]

𝗣𝗿𝗲-𝗱𝗲𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘀

  ⠀⠀You had watched your boyfriend pace the room for the last 30 minutes, seeing him alternate between fiddle with his violin and watching the stream on his laptop. You swore at the rate he was going, he'd have pace a hole into the floor.

"Seraph," your voice caught his attention, stilling him as he turned to face you. No words were spoken as you opened your arms, gesturing for him to embrace you.

A sigh escaped his lips as he surged forward, dropping down to his knees and leaning forward, practically melting in your arms as he winded his own around you, pulling you close to him. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he left another sigh escape him.

" 'M sorry for the pacing," his words came out muffled by your shirt. You stayed silent, instead choosing to run your fingers through his two toned hair. Bringing his face up, a smile graced your lip before you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

"It's okay. I know you're nervous but take a deep breath Sera. You'll worry yourself to death otherwise," you murmured, an amused grin matching your teasing tone. At your words, the male sent a pout in your direction, eliciting a laugh from you.

Your eyes soon trailed over to the ending screen of Shikinagi Akira's screen playing on the laptop, making you nudge the tall male. At his whine, you gestured over to the screen, letting him know that it was soon his turn.

"It's almost time babe. You got this. Knock 'em dead with your debut!" With a cheer, you pressed a good luck kiss against his lips before gently pushing the male up and towards the laptop, waltzing out the room to give him privacy.

20 minutes into the debut stream before you heard the songs he'd been practicing for weeks for his debut. The time and effort he had spent then paid off as you listened to the notes flowing beautifully off his beloved violin.

The familiar tunes had left a smile on your face, making you close your eyes as you recalled the moments of his practice, watching him play for hours on end, wanting it to be perfect.

As the second song came to an end, the smile that never left your face grew wider as you continued watching his stream silently on your phone, admiring the way he carried himself on stream. You just knew Seraph would do well in Nijisanji, as he did in VTA.

#nijisanji jp #nijisanji x reader #seraph dazzlegarden x reader #seraph dazzlegarden #seraph x reader #voltaction #volta #voltaction x reader #guys idk how to end fics please send help #that's always my issue idk how to end them without it being awkward kUHHHHHH #mitsu writes #mitsu's work