#everytime i came back to continue working on this one it was very hard not to bawl my eyes out

[thedrotter]

was gonna save this one for later posting with other doodles but I'm really happy with this one so i couldnt keep it to myself( ；∀；) so here's alice in wonderland yuu!!! my cchild

[bokunoheros]

"katsuki...!"

CHARACTER: KATSUKI BAKUGOU GENRE: SMUT, angst if you squint TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab (katsuki calls you princess once and it’s in mocking), swearing (obvi), hate/angry sex, reader and katsuki are childhood friends (to enemies) to fuck buddies, y’all’re in your 3rd yr of highschool, drool/spit, impact/quirk play, pussy spanking, mentions of blood,  WORD COUNT: 3.6k SUMMARY: you never seem to have a problem calling katsuki by his first name — except for in the bedroom, and he’s finally had enough of it. 🦊’s A/N: this is a repost bc i didn’t like the way this performed the first time // if you’ve read this before, no you havent

     one thing katsuki bakugou hated about you was the way you refused to call him by anything other than his first name—hell, you wouldn’t even call him kacchan, a name he had learned to barely tolerate without popping a blood vessel. 

     another thing he hated even more about you was the fact that whenever you two finally got over your horrid, god-awful sexual tension that the entire class was sick of, was the way you suddenly refused to call him katsuki. no, whenever he found himself fucking you in the dorms while everyone else is asleep, it was all you could do to whimper “bakugou—”, which pissed katsuki off to no end. the bedroom was the one place where you should be calling him by his first name and yet… you completely and utterly refused to do so! simply for the sole purpose of pissing him off and riling him up. 

     “ba–baku—ahh!” you cry as he shoves your face down into the mattress while giving your ass a hard smack. “christ!” you whine, voice muffled by the plush bedding. 

     “that’s not—m’fuckin’ name, and i think you know that, sweetheart.” his voice is overflowing with frustration and condescension as his hips smack against your ass repeatedly, heavy balls smacking against your throbbing clit.  

     “it— it’s lit–literally your name,” you correct him, arching your back deeper and wiggling your reddening rear. “fuck’s got you—ah!—all worked up, huh, bakugou?”

     he feels his eye twitch at your words, and he lets out a deep, frustrated growl before he’s smacking your ass again, this time with the addition of his quirk popping off once his large and very calloused hand came into contact with your bare, sweaty skin. 

     “fuck! goddammit!” you whine, hands desperately grabbing at his black sheets. “baku–gou!”

     “just—say my name fucking properly, dammit!” he demands, panting heavily as he continues to thrust his awfully girthy cock in and out of your snug little cunt. “you never seem to have a problem with it any other goddamn time!”

     “i— i dunno wh–what the fuck you’re talkin’ about,” you quip back, turning your head to the side in attempt to look back at katsuki — he doesn’t let you, though, as he shoves your face further into the bed, squishing your cheeks in the process, and you try to fight back against his grasp, but he’s just simply too strong for you to stand any real chance. and that pissed you off like nothing else. 

     katsuki could act the way he did because he had the firepower and skills to actually back his words. this always resulted in him absolutely dominating you in the bedroom, naturally. sometimes, you were able to give him a run for his money, but ultimately, he beat you out everytime, sexually bullying you into submission — physical submission, at least. you always had something nasty to spit out at him, regardless of the position he had you in or how meanly he was fucking into you.

     “sure, bitch,” he pants out, landing another cruel quirk-based impact to the tender flesh of your ass, and it’s all you can do to bite the pillow to keep from crying out. 

     “f-fine then, kacchan,” you smirk to yourself, beyond pleased with your answer. “‘s that bet—aa-ow! fuck! ba–bakugou!” you sob as he brings his right hand down hard against your asscheek, his quirk literally popping off as his calloused palm makes contact with your sensitive skin before he stills himself inside of you entirely.

     “alright—you wanna act like a brat? i’ll treat you like one then,” he says, eerily calm all of sudden. that wasn't like him. not at all. 

     oh, you were in trouble for real this time.

     the realization is slow to dawn on you, but once it does, you find your body moving faster than your brain can process, trying to scramble away from your fuck buddy, just for you to freeze at the feeling of him jerking you back by you hair, pulling you onto your knees and your naked back against his equally bare chest. one strong hand snakes down to between your soaked inner thighs and presses the calloused pad of one finger directly against your achy clit as his dick twitches deep inside you.

     “ba–baku—”

     “nuh-uh, say it properly,” he hisses, suddenly bringing that same hand down against your poor cunt.

     “ah! fuck!!” you cry, thrashing in his grip, hands coming up behind you to tangle into his spikyass hair. “you cunt!” you spit at him, tugging harshly at his roots, hard enough to tilt his head back, and this is where katsuki really begins to lose whatever little patience he had left. snatching your slimmer wrists in one large and rough hand, he pins them behind your back before he goes to bite at the junction of your neck and shoulder.

     “i’m the cunt?” he actually laughs in your ear before bringing his free hand down hard against the mound of your pussy, and you whimper like a bitch, squirming desperately in his grasp. “no, i think you’ve got a couple things backwards, honey,” he chides, voice gruff as a shit-eating smirk spreads across his unfairly handsome face. 

     “fuck, i can’t stand you,” you whine out, still struggling against katsuki’s all-too-tight grip. “l-let go, fuckface!” 

     rather than dignifying you with a verbal answer, bakugou simply strikes his palm against your bare cunt again, thick, calloused fingertips landing onto your puffy clit, causing you to hiss and bite your lower lip harshly to keep from squealing the way you knew he wanted you to. 

     “oh, don’t be like that,” he grunts, licking a hot stripe up your neck before sucking and nipping harshly at the skin there, sloppily laving his tongue over a few particularly sensitive spots before biting down cruelly against them. 

     while katsuki was not a sloppy person by any degree, he was stupidly messy when it came to his behaviors in the bedroom — he didn’t care where his spit or drool got, or even yours for that matter, where he came on you, none of it really mattered so long as he washed his sheets prior to sleeping in them. one thing he couldn’t stand was sleeping in a mess the two of you had made….. which was odd, because that’s often what he found himself doing..! absolutely crashing after fucking you almost to the point of going non-verbal before subconsciously cuddling you closer, just for you to be gone in the morning, like you were never there to begin with. 

     truthfully, he would find his heart aching ever so slightly at your absence before he quickly swallowed down whatever feelings that may have tried to well up to the surface before telling himself to get his fuckin’ shit together and going about his day — usually being the first to wake, yes, even before iida, so he could wash his sheets in private without any nosey extras around to ask stupid questions.

     but back to the topic at hand, getting you to moan his goddamn name!!

     “baku–gou!” you whine, hips squirming as your cunt flutters around his thick cock. “jesus christ!” 

     “huh? somethin’ the matter, princess?” he asks in that ever aggressive tone as the hand that had just spanked your now throbbing cunt comes up to meanly pinch one of your stiffened nipples. 

     “fuck—you!” you spit out, arms straining in his heated grasp.

     “that’s—shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight—exactly what ‘m doin’ right now, and you’re still bitchin’!” he hisses, grip on your wrists tightening substantially — so much so, you were sure there would be bruises in the morning. simultaneously, the feleing of his pelvis smacking against your sore ass as he began to pick up the speed at which he was fucking you had you groaning in pleasure.

     “god–dammit! bakugou!” 

     katsuki could not, for the life of him, understand why it was that you absolutely refused to call him by his first name in bed but in every other aspect of your lives! ever since you two were children, you always called him by his first name — never bakugou, never kacchan, always katsuki, or maybe some other variation of his name like katsu or tsuki if you really wanted to mess with him — so when you two Finally hooked up for the first time at the beginning of your third year of highschool, he definitely noticed when you called him by his surname for the first time since???? he can ever fucking remember. 

     what katsuki didn’t know, however, was that it was just far too intimate for you to call him by his first name as he fucks into you like there’s no tomorrow — for you had maybe have had a small crush on him when you two were in elementary school still, and then you had a massive falling out in middle school due to his, erm, prideful, arrogant, stick-your-nose-up, i’m-so-much-better-than-you attitude and god awful anger issues. 

     and then, once your first year of highschool rolled around, you were horrified to discover that you two would be in the same class together. …if only you could have predicted developing another stupid crush on bakugou, you never would have gone to u.a. — you should have just gone to shiketsu like your gut originally told you to. 

     because now here you were, being absolutely fucking railed during your senior year of highschool by somebody you’ve known most your life who you currently found yourself obsessing over in the worst possible ways. you found that your mind was always wandering to him when it wasn’t preoccupied with something else, and even when it was, it still found someway to link it back to katsuki fucking bakugou! how terrible it is to be in a love-hate relationship with someone you wish could love you back—instead, you were sure katsuki held only hatred and anger towards you, the same way he did with izuku back in their first year and all of middle school. but, ….so much. has happened since then, so surely, maybe, he might feel something for you too? 

     he did, in fact, feel so, so much for you, that he physically could not bear the weight of his emotions—the only way he seemed able to relieve any of them was when he was drilling into you like he fucking hated your guts, and even then, they only intensified and chipped ever so slowly away at his hardened heart that was secretly tender on the very inside because of how you denied him any real intimacy.

     “just say my fucking name, goddammit,” he growls, pulling out of you entirely and releasing your arms for but a moment to flip you around and onto the mattress so that you were laying on your back before grabbing the backs of your knees and simply folding you in half as he looks down between your bodies, lining his thick, throbbing dick up with your drooling slit and bottoming out in one go.

     the sudden change in, well, everything, leaves you disoriented, and just as you go to whine and bitch yet again, katsuki impulsively cuts you off with a kiss, breaking the one rule that he had set up before this whole arrangement began!! 

     “mmmh!” you squeal as the tip of his cock hits your cervix, but your noises are muffled by the way katsuki kisses you — hungrily, like you were a meal he didn’t know he had been craving for years, and he was finally getting to have to it for the first time. 

     in truth…. this was actually bakugou’s first kiss — he could never have been bothered with dating or showing any sort of romantic interest in anyone when that would just get in the way of his goal to become the number one pro hero, and yet…. here he found himself, hopelessly in love with you when he wasn’t even consciously aware of it, kissing you with a startling amount of passion and tongue and teeth. not that he didn’t know how to kiss, per se, he had seen plenty of fuckass movies that featured kissing, and he has to be the best at everything, of course, so it didn’t take him very long to figure out what he was doing. 

     with your legs thrown over his shoulders and spread apart, he was almost laying on you as he fucked into you fluidly, hips snapping back and forth, and it isn’t long before you find your arms wrapping around his neck and reluctantly kissing him back. you had to admit, the feeling of his plump lips felt nice against yours, and you had dreamt about kissing him for so long..! 

     nipping at your lower lip, katsuki’s tongue darts out to lick its way past your slightly parted lips and into your mouth, licking around the insides of your cheeks and over the grooves of your teeth. it’s aggressive and rough and brimming over with passion — everything you had imagined your first kiss with him to be and more. 

     “mmh, katsuki,” you mindlessly hum against his lips, too caught up in the moment, in the feeling of katsuki fucking bakugou initiating a kiss with you!, to realize just how intimate your current predicament was.

     katsuki, however, pauses in all that he was doing as his eyes fly wide open. 

     “what the fuck did you just say?” he asks, voice uncharacteristically quiet, as if he were scared the scene he found himself in would shatter before his very eyes—as if he could break it all, somehow. he was awfully good at breaking things, after all.

     “huh?” you yourself weren’t even aware of what you had said until a few moments later when it actually dawns on you. “oh. my god,” is all you’re able to say as your mind quickly begins reeling with too many overlapping thoughts for any of them to be coherent. 

     without saying anything else, bakugou resumes the way in which he was thrusting into you, kissing you feverishly once more. had he known that a little kiss was all it took for you to call out his name while he fucks you into next tuesday was all it took, then he would’ve kissed you the moment you two began hooking up.

     “b–baku—gou! slow down!” your request is swallowed whole by katsuki’s hot mouth as his tongue slips back into yours, teasingly swirling around your own wet muscle before he begins to suck on it, making you whimper and whine at the combined feeling of his dick pounding into you and this… tongue torture! (it wasn’t, actually—it felt a little too good if you were being honest; so good you were struggling to think.)

     “god–dammit!” he hisses when you call him by his surname again. nipping at the tip of your tongue so hard you swear you can taste blood, he brings one hand down in between your legs to aggressively rub at your pulsing clit. why? why can’t you just say my fucking name! he thinks angrily as he fucks you like there’s no tomorrow. 

     “mmh—aa–aah! mmfhgh—” it’s all you’re able to do to moan as your mind melts away while katsuki applies a little too much pressure to your poor little bundle of nerves. “shit–!” despite the firmness of the circles he was rubbing against the bud, it still felt so good—so good that your back arched deeply off his memory foam mattress and you were unable to contain the string of soft moans that left your throat at the sensation. 

     pulling away from the kiss, breathless and a little drooly, bakugou’s free hand comes up to squish your cheeks harshly, causing your lips to part.

     “stick out your tongue,” he says gruffly, and for once, you actually listen to him, which comes off as a bit of shock to the man currently on top of you, but he easily plays it off, before taking aim and spitting in your fucking mouth — directly on your already slick muscle!

     “fuck—” he rasps out, watching your tongue retract back into your mouth as you wordlessly swallow his saliva while looking up at him with half-lidded, hazy eyes. as a result, he was physically unable to help the way his calloused fingers moved to pinch at your sensitive clit or the way his mouth quickly reattached to your neck to begin biting and sucking at the skin there all over again. 

     “ka–katsuki—!” you whine as he bites a little too hard, and suddenly you feel something warm sliding down the length of your neck. had he drawn blood? no… surely not…… 

     his hips react on their own at your pitiful cry of his name, and he groans against the column of your throat, teeth now poised over your jugular before he bites down again — much gentler in comparison this time, but still hard enough to elicit a squeal from you. 

     your hands fly up to grip at his hair, burying themselves in his roots and giving a firm tug.

     “say it again,” he growls, pulling off your bruised skin with a wet pop! so he could meet your lustful gaze. ….god, his eyes looked so vulnerable right now; so glassy, with burning red irises and a glassy reflection, you can’t help but comply with his demand. you had never seen him like this before, so raw, dripping with (sweat and) passion as he hovers over you, narrowed eyes boring into yours. 

     “ka–katsu–! –ki!” you cry out when he begins rubbing circles into your clit again after giving it another rough pinch. “fuck! katsuki!”

     “that’s right–!” he grunts out, hips snapping against your as his cock throbs inside you. he’s getting closer to an impending orgasm and he needs you to cum first — it just went with his personality of “having to be the best at everything.” so, by extension, this included sex and his partner’s pleasure. mostly because the first time you two fucked, you absolutely did not get off, which you made very apparent to katsuki, who took it Personally (especially since you had called him useless for not being able to make you cum), and made it his mission to give you at least two different orgasms the next time you slept together—something he was rather successful in.

     now, he had half a mind to fuck you until your creamy little pussy was raw and he couldn’t cum anymore, just so you wouldn’t have a chance of forgetting tonight—the first time you called him by his first name in bed (which would ultimately end up being a monumental stepping stone in your future relationship development).

     pulling him in for another kiss, you whine incessantly as you roll your hips up, cunt fluttering around him as an uncomfortable knot begins forming in your tummy, and you can’t help but squirm beneath him. 

     unfortunately for you and your diminishing bratty resolve, it wasn’t much longer before you were cumming with a cry of katsuki’s name, his first name, as your back arches, pressing your chest flush against his, as one large and calloused hands of his comes to press against the small of your back, holding you in place as you cream all around his achy cock, and before he knows it, he’s cumming too, just barely managing to pull out of you as hot, sticky cum lands on your lower stomach and you groan at the nasty feeling. 

     “jesus—i don’t understand why you can’t just wear a condom,” you complain, panting heavily, unwrapping your arms from around his neck.

     katsuki only rolls his eyes at your complaint before telling you “it’s because he doesn’t like the feeling” of it, when in reality, it was so he could be that much closer to you… whether he would even admit it to himself or not. 

     with a heavy sigh and tired legs, you get up and out of his bed and make your way to his bathroom to clean yourself up before picking your clothes off his dorm room floor and getting dressed and leaving without a word, only sparing katsuki a parting glance as he recollects himself on his bed. 

     he doesn’t understand why his heart feels so goddamn heavy as he watches you leave soundlessly, and it feels like it takes him a million and one years to fall asleep, because whenever he opens his eyes, it had gone from 2am to 5am, and he bitches out a groan before getting up to do his fucking laundry before anyone else decided to get up. as he does, though, he can’t help but think about you….. why? what was it about you that caught his attention? why couldn’t he just ignore these feelings? jesus fucking christ, he needs professional help. 

     and so, katsuki spends the time it takes to wash his sheets thinking of you, much to his chagrin, but… he just could not get you out of his mind, for better or for worse. fuck. maybe he would have to call off this whole ordeal. maybe that would fix him? ….fuck, his head hurts. stop thinking so much, idiot, it’s too early to get caught up in your feelings, he mentally berates himself, even though for him, it was always too early to get caught up in his feelings. whatever.

      after pulling his sheets from the dryer, he silently walks back to his room, passing yours in the process, where he stops and stares for a very brief moment, almost, almost contemplating knocking before he quickly carries on back to his dorm where he makes his bed in record time before going the fuck back to sleep. ….where he still thought about you. god save him.

K. BAKUGOU M.LIST

[starboye]

starring: kit connor x male reader

request: Could I request a Kit Connor x Male Reader, Where Kit has not been able to get any sex this winter and is really pent up. So, reader, being his great bestfriend, starts teasing, with always talking sexually, starting to dress more revealingly(is that a fucking word?) And starts to flirt more, but then leave him out to dry. One night at Kits premiere, the reader dresses in a very provocative outfit(idk if a dress or a suit, you can pick), and that's the last straw for Kit. Kit drags reader home, leaving his own premiere. At home Kit throws reader onto the bed, ties him up, and possessively fucks him till he's filled with so much cum that, there will be a bump in readers stomach.

warnings: smut, rough sex, bondage, cursing, teasing, kit spits in readers mouth, belly bulge

it's amazing that a fine man like kit couldn't get anyone to date him let alone get laid but it was amusing to watch, he was all pent up everytime he was around because jerking off was not doing the job, he needed a hole to milk his cock for everything it had

so it's only best that you help your best friend out a little by being the little tease you are, anytime you guys hung out you always flirted with him hard and wore the sluttiest outfits, you could see him trying to hide the boner he had

but it never went any further than just some lingering touches and 'fuck me' eyes you gave him but to kit this was torture he wanted to bed you over and dump load after load into your ass untill your legs were shaking

one night during movie review you decided to show up in the revealing outfit that made your ass look amazing and kit noticed it a little to much, as in like staring at you the whole night

"you gonna keep staring or are you gonna give me a compliment" you tease snapping right out whatever lottle trance he was in "y-yeah you look amazing" he says seemingly sounding like he's holding something back

"you okay there big boy" you move closer with a smirk on your face "yeah a-okay" he dryly chuckles "you sure, because you seem a little distracted" you were so close kit could feel your breath on the side of his neck and he just couldn't handle it anymore

"fuck it" he mutters under his breath before grabbing you arm and dragging you to his car and driving you home, the whole time his mind was just running with what he was gonna do with you when he got home

the moment he got you in his bed he was ripping you clothes off and kissing all over your amazing body "im gonna fuck you till you pass out" kit growls as he pulls something out from his night stand

turns out it was rope, kit starts tying your arms to the bed before getting in between your legs and slipping in you, and god was he big he was bulging your stomach out with how hard he was fucking you

and with how pent up he was he came within the minutes he was in you but that didn't stop him from continuing fucking you, his cum working as lube "oh fuck" kit groans out wrapping his hands around your thighs to make sure your ass stays right where it is

"god fuck me harder" you moan pulling at the restraints around your wrist till they were red "fuckin' hell" he mummers out loud as he cums again, his hips jerking into you, his mind was telling him to slow down a little bit but his body was not listening

your eyes were rolling back and you were just a moaning mess "always fucking teasing me how do you like it now huh" kit says pinning your thighs to his chest harder and harder till you were sure it was gonna leave a mark

"m'so sorry please kit" you whine out "mm mm a please isnt gonna get you out of this" he laughs grabbing your face to look right at you as you mouth lols open and drool falls down your cheek "want me to fill you up" he asks chuckling at the way your eyes dilated at the thought

and all you could do was nod "use words" he taunts you "please cum in me daddy" you whimper mouth wide open to let out a guttural moan as you cum, and why not take the opportunity, your mouth all open below him so kit spits in in your mouth

"yeah you like that" kit asks with a smirk "mhm" you nod "oh fuck" kit groans before filling you up with his cum, your legs wrapping around his waist to make sure he gives your hole every last drop "shit that was good" kit huffed letting go of your thighs and hovering over you

"i really gotta start teasing you more if it means i get fucked like this" you chuckle still out of your mind "well i hope you can handle it" kit smirks

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[shakethediseeas]

A mother-type yn in alien stage who's very gentle with every human even if they're a weird(?) (It's luka) in a scenario where they sacrifice themself for the other (very original in alst i know) would be very !!! If they have some kind of lullaby they used to sings for everyone that they hum a tune of it in their last breath, smiling.

ALST CHARACTERS WITH A PARENT-FRIEND READER

You just always had to put others before yourself, huh?

I mean, knowing you, it shouldn't have been a surprise; they should have seen this coming.

But now seeing it happen, you, lifeless on the floor... It's hard to forget. The caring smile on your face, even though you knew you were going to die, you don't care as long as they're safe.

You were the oldest of them all so naturally without even knowing, you cared for them as if they were your family.

You'd teach Mizi, Till and Sua how to make some arts and crafts while watching over Luka who was running from Hyuna.

"Luka... careful! dont pull her!" you softly scold.

It was easy for you to grow on them because they didn't really have parental figures, you were the best moment of their lives.

It took you a while to grow on Ivan, though. After you did, he would always hold your hand, watching the rest with a blank face while you continued talking to him about anything.

Every night, when one of them struggled to fall asleep, you'd make them all gather around in a circle while you sang to them; this time, it was Till who couldn't sleep, so he got to rest his head on your lap while you caressed his head. It always worked.

You'd do anything for them, that much was obvious. When one of them was in trouble you'd go to hell and back just for their sake. You fought for Till. You almost lost your life helping Ivan with Till so they could escape...

You didn't say a word after they came back.

Hyuna would always try to impress you, give you gifts and try to act cool around you, you'd laugh and go along with it. She admires you a lot, you're so composed in any situation and you rush into danger just for the people you care about. She wants to be like that.

Luka... He was...

There is no real way to describe him. He's very smart, but he's quiet and dissociates a lot. You're always there to comfort him and sing softly to him while he hugs you mindlessly.

You had given him a small puzzle for you and him to solve, you went away for a minute and it was already completed. So , you always made more challenging ones everytime. He really appreciated that.

For till , you got him a guitar made of whatever you could, you'd tune it for him and hed smile with beaming eyes at you and always showed you the songs he'd write.

When you got older, you were forced to participate before them, and in your second tournament, you were forced to go up against...

At first, they almost downright refused to participate in the round. upset but they didn't show it. Hesitation as they sing and angry when they see you don't even bother to try.

their eyes widen when you go to sing the sweet melody you played for them, legs weak and they stutter out the lyrics.

You give them a bright smile before everything goes black.

They promised you that they would survive just for you.

[hexlenx]

I'D PICK HER OVER ME — james fleamont potter

note: I do not own any of the characters in harry Potter except for the plot in this small fic. This is purely made for entertainment purposes as well as cuz I am craving for some angst.

warnings!: mentions of death, angst

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James was tired, he really was.

Being a single father was hard, plus being an auror for the ministry. His schedule from his work as well as being a father at the same time was harder than the war that had just ended four years ago.

James sighed in exhaustion as he covered his eyes with his arm while laying on his bed. He had just came back from a meeting in the ministry that ended two hours ago. The meeting ended very late and he hadn't had the time to rest until earlier before waking up in cold sweat.

James had nightmares. It was always the same.

Getting paralyzed by a spell, watching his wife get killed by a dark curse, his son almost dying but some miracle happened and the curse thrown at him was rebounded towards the killer, and repeat. All the same thing, every night.

So James did the only thing that helped him everytime it happened. Sitting up as he groaned, he began to stand up to walk towards downstairs and to the kitchen. Arriving at the location, he began to brew tea. Normally when he was still in his adolescence, he would drink firewhiskey to cope with the war, but now he settled for tea that he added a teaspoon of honey to cope with his loss.

It was what his wife always had whenever she was stressed, tea with a bit of honey. Something he never understood why that preference until now.

"Papa?" A timid voice of a young boy called out to James making him snap out of his daze.

"Yes, Harry?" James said to his son. Harry was a four year old boy, unruly brown hair like his father, circular black glasses on his face because of the poor eyesight he gained from his father. He was practically the carbon copy of James Potter but the only thing different is his son's eyes. It was his mother's, the only woman James had ever loved.

"Where's Mama?" Harry questioned. The air stilled but the small child was oblivious of it. It was a very sensitive topic but it is not a taboo. With sharp intake of breath, James knelt down to his son's height, putting his hand on his shoulder as he fixed his gaze on Harry's.

"Your mother." James started as he paused for a moment to think of a sentence to explain why his mother is gone. "Is in a far away land, at the moment."

"But why so far?"

"Because, Harry, she is trying to protect us from something and she needs to go away for a while." That's it, James. The father encouraged himself. He's still young, tell him when he is old enough. He continued these thoughts as he looked at his son's thoughtful expression.

"Will she come back?"

Silence. There was no answer to that question as James embraced his son in his arms, brows furrowed as tears were threatening to fall from its sockets. The truth was, his mother was not gonna come back but how could he tell that to his four year old son?

Finally having set his son to bed, James took one last glance to Harry before going downstairs to sit on the couch of the living room. The honey-tea has long gone cold as he sat in front of the fire that was slowly dwindling. James stared blankly at it as his thoughts were loud but at the same time quiet.

If only you were here.

"If I could pick on who would survive that day, I would've picked you." James muttered to himself out loud, quietly sniffling his tears that slowly fell on his cheeks to his hands.

"Because you would've known what to do.."

The crying of a baby echoed through the house in Godric's Hollow. The scene showed a master bedroom, two bumps could be seen under sheets of the bed. As the cry continued, one of the figures moved.

"Fuck.."

A deep male's voice cursed out as he sat up, not being able to fall asleep now because of the noise. Another voice moaned out from being awaken from the movement of the man.

"I'll take care of him, love. Just continue sleeping." The man coaxed to his wife beside him who blinked at him to ask if he's sure.

"You sure?"

"Yea, you sleep and I'll tend, yea?" With that, the woman went back to her dreams as the man carefully unravels himself from the sheets before walking out the bedroom to the nursery.

"Shh, it's okay, Harry. I got you, bud." He said the moment he took Harry from the crib and coaxed him in his arms. The man was James Potter, the leader of the band of misfits, Marauders is now a father. The one thing he never knew he would be with the war going on.

Harry, the baby, now stopped his fussing and opened his eyes that he got from his mother to stare at his father. Smiling widely, he giggled and tried to reach for James' hair.

"Hey now, not the hair you little twit."

"Do not curse at our child, James Fleamont Potter." A stern melodic voice spoke out from behind the father who flinched as James chuckled sheepishly.

"I'm not...." James trailed off as he looked everywhere but his wife, who rolled her eyes.

"I swear, I can't leave you alone for one second with Harry." You scolded your husband with a slight slap on his arm making him grin at you.

"You love me!" James teased to which you rolled your eyes again.

"Unfortunately." You said while grabbing Harry out of his hands and propping him up on your hip.

"What is that supposed to mean?!"

James leaned against the door frame of the kitchen as he wore a pink apron with a giant cute teddy bear printed on its front, courtesy of Sirius saying it was to look husband material and James agreeing to it because he was told it was husband material, he was listening to you humming a small song to Harry as you kept him occupied by holding up a toy on your son's face.

James was cooking up lunch because he wanted you to rest and let him handle household chores while you occupy your son. It was the least he could do for you as the war lead both of you into hiding your son from the Dark Lord because of a prophecy. He knew you wanted to spend more time with Harry before the worse happens, so he did all the chores while you spend your time with your child, even after so many of your refusals.

James smiled in content as well as fondness as he watched the both of you. How could he have such a wonderful family with how arrogant and stupid he was when he was a teen. He didn't think he deserved such thing after being such a prejudice prick towards Slytherins.

"Take Harry and run!" James yelled out to you as he tried to push the Dark Lord back even if it was just for a delay. He couldn't let him get to both of you, you're all that he had left.

Successfully stunning the Dark Lord, James then ran upstairs to be with you and Harry. It was the only thing he could do to help you run away before the Dark Lord catches up. Unfortunately, James underestimated the Dark Lord's recovery from a stunning hex. The moment James arrived at the doorframe of the nursery of where you were, he fell paralyzed by the spell the Dark Lord had thrown at him.

"No.." James mumbled as his eyes went wide in horror. He kept chanting the word like a mantra as he helplessly watched the scene in front of him. His mumbles becoming screams as he sobbed heavily. Sweat dripped from his forehead as his face turned red, eyes squinting, brows furrowing hard as tears kept flowing down like a waterfall from his reddening eyes.

No...not my family..

Not the one I just built..

Please don't do this to me..

A green light blinded the whole room as a loud thump echoed the room. Silence overlapped as the Dark Lord grinned viciously. James' brown eyes stilled as he watched the limped lifeless body of the woman he was proud to say was his, the love of his life, the mother of his son, his wife, you.

James was not spared from tragedy as he now watched his son getting cursed by the Dark Lord before he stared in disbelief as the curse rebounded and hit the one who casted it. Watching as a lightning bolt of a cut appeared on his son's forehead.

But the moment he was free from his trap, he screamed in agony, not from his wounds, but from the death of his love.

"Now, Harry. If I could choose on who would've lived between me and your mother." James said to his son who was now in his teen, sixteen, as they stood in front of a gravestone. A familiar name etched in the stone.

[ Your Name ] Potter

[ Birthdate ] — October 31st, 1981

"In loving memory of a great friend, sister, mother, and wife."

"I'd pick her over me."

"Why?"

"Because, she would've known what to do."

[sanjisboyfie]

nonchalant and unbothered toji who has the patience of a saint. now, you weren't bratty by any means - not regularly, at least - but there is nothing you could do that will phase this man. he's seen it all and he's experienced it all. he sees you pout your lips at him to win him over and he's cooing over how cute you are. you're tugging on the hem of his shirt, begging him to do something, and all he can think about is how nice your voice sounds like that. you're whining and nagging him about something he was supposed to do around your shared place and he's just thinking about how he wants to kiss you so bad. nonchalant, patient, and unbothered toji for the win!!!

"toji, i told you to do the dishes-" his lips were planted on yours before you could even finish the sentence. he's pulling away after a couple of seconds, a relaxed smirk on his lips.

"you're cute," he says, calm and not at all bothered by your incoming lecture. before you can even begin ranting to him, he's knocking the bottom of your jaw up with his knuckles, to close your mouth, and then leaning in again for another kiss. "c'mere, pretty boy,"

and he's not getting off of you for another ten minutes.

it may seem purposeful, a good escape so he doesn't have to do chores. but don't get it twisted, he really does just want to kiss you for how adorable you're being. at least, 90% of the time that's why (the other 10% is so he can get out of doing chores).

his charm just works without fail everytime. you're happy, he's happy, everyone wins.

another time, you were begging him to come with you to check out some new restaurant in the mall. and toji's a big homebody, so convincing him to go out anywhere could take some effort. and today, it was taking a lot of effort.

"please, babe," you begged, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, "you owe me for that one time! remember?!"

toji hummed, not caring for what you were really saying as he tried to finish his crossword. if you had given him a couple more minutes to complete it, he would have no qualms with going with you anywhere you wanted. but as you continued tugging on his shirt, there was no way he could focus.

so he gazed up at you, giving you all his attention, and looking very unimpressed. then he pulled you in by your waist, making you collapse onto his figure. and he was now holding you up, looking you up and down.

"you look handsome today, have i told you that yet?" toji muses, looking at your outfit and then your blank face, "hm, shame on me. not telling my boy how good he looks," he leans up, meeting you halfway in a peck before kncoking his forehead against yours, "you look cute, baby, 'm so lucky you're all mine."

and you're just stunned into silence at how he's cooing at how handsome you are, suddenly forgetting any and all begging you were doing and planning to do.

or how about how he is almost always the calmer of you two in any given situation. (almost always because sometimes he does lose his temper, not at you, but for you -> such as people giving you a hard time = he's becoming a demon to haunt and intimidate them).

"i can't believe that asshole," you huffed, thinking back on the cashier that was giving toji some weird looks - for some reason. they weren't flirty glances, it more so falled under disgust or disapproval. it pissed you off, while toji on the other hand was only calmly looking at you.

you began to ramble, going on about how dare they disrespect your boyfriend and toji can only hold your hand over the table and listen to you. there was no point in stopping you once you got started. also he thought that annoyed look on your face was adorable.

"seriously, he needs to mind his own business or else i'm gonna make it everyone's problem that he decided to have an attitude. out of nowhere too! he wasn't acting like that at all until you came in, and it's obviously not your fault, it's his for being a judgemental prick. should i just beat him up already?" you were voicing all of your thoughts and toji was listening.

yeah, that look on your face was truly adorable. he almost sighed dreamily at the sight. he was knocked out of his trance when you stopped talking and looked at him expectingly.

"are you really not bothered by it?"

"bun, i'm already used to all that shit, i could care less. i appreciate you thinkin' of me, though, it's real sweet," he smirks, pinching your cheek as if you were a child.

you swat the hand away, giving him a pointed look, "don't 'bun' me, i'm still pissed,"

"don't be pissed at me, bun," he says, the nickname still slipping off of his tongue with ease and no hesitation.

bun, short for bunny. god, he loved calling you that. he loved you so much.

"whatever, i should go over there and take that five dollar tip out of the jar. what do you think?"

"i think i want my boy to stop rambling about other shit and just kiss me," toji decides with ease, alreading leaning forward and looking at you with hooded eyes, "c'mon baby, just one kiss?"

"fuck off,"

"oh, don't make me beg for it, handsome,"

"i'll seriously kill you, you're pissing me off,"

"you're so handsome when you're mad at me, have i ever told you that?"

"you tell me that everytime i'm mad at you."

"cause i know i'm right," toji smirks, leaning in and capturing your lips with his scarred ones with ease. you give into the kiss because obviously you're gonna kiss your boyfriend and he's not the one you're actually mad at.

the world quiets as you two share the moment of intimacy. toji pulls away with reluctance, his hand still squeezing yours.

"feel better, bun?"

"shut the fuck up,"

"oh, i love you more."

nonchalant and unbotherd toji who is just obsessed with kissing you. and with how cute you are. and with you. he's just obsessed with you. toji loves his man a lot.

[vigilantesyth]

Think about if talia decided since Bruce adopted children they were her children now too. Ra loans everytime he has to update the family registry from Bruce's side.

So talia and dick hate each other. But when dick was in school and got sick, Bruce couldn't come, and alfred couldn't come at this point. talia was pregnant, like 6 months in ans in America, for some random craving. Dick had them call her. He wasn't sure the number he had for her was still working but it was.

Nurses:good after noon is this Richard Grayson Wayne's mother

Talia: ...yes...

Nurse: he is sick,we are asking you to pick him up since there are no other person available.

Talia: okay...

Talia shows up in her car and shocks Dick with her very pregnant belly and the two go to the hospital and them back to the manor were she took care of him until alfred came. Who convinced her to stay, until Bruce came and found out she was pregnant and tried to hide it from him. Before they started yelling at each other. Talia heard a cry and ran up to thr boys room and Dick looked he'd in the eyes and started sobbing. Bruce followed and the two cared for dick for a week.

.

With Barbara, talia used to spar alot, so when she lost her ability to use her legs talia, almost killed joker. She would have too but decided against it upon the girls wishes.

It was hard at first with she not wanting to do anything for days or not eating or sleeping. Burce didn't know what to do, the commissioner was in the same ball part. All they could do was support her and try to get her to do basic things. Even when she screamed at them for her having to use a wheel chair.

Talia came and sat down with her in a room and nobody knows what happened. They just know Barbara was crying in her arms when they went back in clinging to her clothes. Sometimes talia would walk with her and they didn't stop sparing no. After Barbara discovered she liked computers, they had spars by hacking each other nobody was going to give in even now thier are codes and viruses they are trying to de code every time they do they put a mark on a score board. Rules are

1. Not alowed to ask for outside help.

2. You must do the work with your own hands

3. Talk when it's too hard

4. Think about what would joker not do.

5.have fun.

.

Jason had always known he had Bruce and a mother he also knows his elder brother hates thier mother, loves her aswell but hates her. He knows he has another sibling because he's seen the baby that gets dropped off with gifts.

One day when alone at home with the baby, talia comes buy and sees him in the kitchen trying to make something to eat and fail.

Talia teaches him how to cook something simple and now the make meals together when ever she visits. Making dick come by more. One day he asked her

J:mom.

T:yes

J:dad and dick are fighting and I think it's because of me

T: ....why would you think that

J: I think it's because I'm robin

T:no dear, your dad is just bad at talking to people and your brother got it from him, he just hides it by being happy most of the time. When I first met him he was an angry boy and he still is.

Talia made and stayed for dinner forcing much to Alfred's joy Bruce and Dick to talk or so help her she would have them sleep in the dog house. While Bruce tried to argue she can't do that in his house. Dick knew better than to fight her because well she wad his mother. Talia slept in Bruce's room and he slept in a guest room and in the morning he got burnt food dick and Jason and alfred found this to be peak entertainment and if baby dami laughed nobody was upset this continues for 2 months then Bruce apologised. Bruce learned his wife could be more stubborn than him.

.

Cas shows up one day? Yea but talia immediately noticed when she walked in that there was a girl in the house. She went into the kitchen and looked at the ceiling.

T:girl get down and greet your little brother then call down the rest of who is here

Cass is shocked and did as told the boys rushed down the stairs when talia makes a mark on the black board to day she un did 4 viruses. Dick picked up baby damian and cas just watched like a cat how the daughter of ra blended so well within the world of the Wayne's. But didn't even try to go into the bat

When she and cass really bonded was when she had a nightmare, of her dad. She loves her dad. She understood why he did what he did but he also hurt her by doing it. She understood he loves her but it hurt so much in the end. She found herself sitting beside talia as she fed Damain.

T: I understand

C:[you wrong] she was still learning to sign

T:I do , my father isn't just like yours but they are similar.

C: [how?]

T:he does things that hurt me and damian I leave when it hurts my baby. He knows I leave because it will hurt my baby. I understand why he feels like he needs to do this, for the most part but it still hurts me. But it's hard to hate him when I love him too.

C:[...]

In the end Cassandra cried in talias side and talia ran her hand through her hair. Now w

Cassandra has a baba[Bruce] , a daddy, and a mama.

.

Tim was a surprise... talia had taken Damain into hiding in the aftermath of jasons death.not being able to let her son go she takes his body with an angry split with Bruce. It takes a few years until she came back there was a spoiler and a Robin.

Tim was injured at titans tower by Jason when talia showed up with a spoon in her hand and smcked the taller boy in the back of his head before scolding him in Arab for hurting his little brother.

She turned to Tim and sighed. "I'll see you at dinner. You will be at dinner."

She left no room for argument and Jason was pouting. Dick ws in the plane because she picked him up to watch his tolder brother while she wrongled her zombie son from hurting her Sleep deprived son.

T:"y-"

Talia :"I'm not asking I'm telling get your stuff and get in the plan before I hit you next"

Tim had never moved faster. He went into the plane and saw a baby in dicks lap and he looked at Tim and laughed

D:dami that's your older brother Tim say hi tim

Dami: hi Tim.

D:*squeals*

Tim flabbergasted sits down, Jason gets red in by his hair and the plan takes off. To Gotham.

D:"mom~¡!~¡! JASON HIT TIM AGAIN"

J:" you rat! Mom he's lying!!!!!!@!"

Tim:*confused boy blinking* "he...hit me"

J:"they are!!! Lying"

Talia:"If I hear anyone hitting anyone so help me god I'll turn this whole plane around!"

J:leans over to time with a glare and whispers "snitches get stitches"

Tim: I understand it now. "MAMA!"

Jason is yelled at for thr rest of the ride much to Tim's pleasure he grinned. Dick looked proud.

.

Her bonding with steph happened naturally, it didn't have an event it kinda just happened. They liked to watch t.v together and talia likes waffles surprising and steph didn't mind sharing.but now they have waffle day when ever talia gets to visit. (I'm lazy I've been wring this for 2 days I think I relapsing on bad eating habits)

.

Duke just needed a mom when he needed a mom. Someone to cry and talk to someone to hug him and tell him he's enough after all these years talia got pretty good at it too.

[wildhorses75]

Cold Hands

I'm rewatching Stranger Things and my crush on Eddie quickly came back :) Also first fic soo sorry for any mistakes.

Hellfire ran late again as it always does, usually the schools parking lot is empty. Which actually a good thing because it guarantees that practice is over for all the jocks and there are no stragglers roaming the halls or the parking lot. The only downside is that he can't see you after your cheer practice is over but he'd rather not have all of Hellfire know about how hard he is pining for you. Eddie roams the empty halls toward the back since he usually parks behind the school as its closets to the woods, where his usual business route is. So imagine his surprise when he sees a familar white BMW still parked, not because the owner and Eddie are friends -god no- instead he recognizes the car because you are always in the passenger seat. He wished and dreamed that it was his run-down van that you were the passenger of. Eddie thinks about it so much he already has a plan of what he would do if you ended up sitting beside him while he drives. He would park closer to the school so you wouldn't have to walk far from your cheer practice. He would have a blanket on your seat so you wouldn't have to see all the stains or the loose crumbs that never leave no matter how much Eddie cleans. He would make sure that Hellfire would end on time so you wouldn't have to wait because he wouldn't be able to focus being the DM if you were in the room or worse have you wait in the cold especially since you shower after practice. He realizes that makes him sound like a perv for knowing that but he only knows because the very rare time d&d finished on time, he saw you coming out of the girl's locker room with your hair still wet. Back to his dream, he would take you back to his trailer where you two listen to music while you lay in his bed and talk about anything and everything. When it was time for bed you would change into his clothes and since its winter sometimes the trailer heater isn't strong enough so he'll pile all his blankets on you, climb under, then hold you till the next morning. Depending on the type of day he had this dream stays sweet and pure but sometimes his dream ends up being sexual where no one gets a good nights sleep. Just depends on whether or not he sees you in that tight uniform. But since you two are on opposite sides of the social ladder that thought was likely to stay in his dreams forever. Although there is nothing that says he can wish because everytime he gets in his van, its all he can imagine but there is no one besides his empty cups and his work "briefcase" as he likes to call it since that metal lunchbox stocked with drugs does help keep the lights on.

He looks up to see whether or not your are sitting next to that stupid jockstrap of a boyfriend you have. And no surprise you are but you clearly don't look happy. In fact, he has never see you look so annoyed before. You and your boyfriend are clearly arguing and you are so fed up that you get out of the car, slamming the door as you both continue to argue through the rolling down window.

"I said I don't how sorry you are! I told you no!"

"It was one time! An accident and it won't happen again! Just get back in the car, we are not done talking because you clearly don't understand what i'm saying."

"Do you think I am an idiot!? How many times do I have to tell you that i'm done!"

"Fine!" he said as he peel out of the parking lot.

You just sighed and turned back towards the school where you will probably have to find a phone to call for a ride but thats when you see Eddie just standing there by his van.

"Oh! Um hey." you awkwardly smiled and waved.

"Yeah, hey."

"So how much did you see?"

"Not that much." you had a questioning look one your face "okay, well up to the part where you slammed the door and till that jerk drove off" Eddie just scratched his cheek while you laughed.

"Well, thanks for not lying." Eddie watched you pause and hesitate on your next sentence. "You wouldn't happen to be able to give me a ride home." Eddie's heart was pounding because this was exactly what his was dreaming of when he should of been focusing on whatevers going on in english class.

"Sure, um just give me a second." He opened the van door and quicky slammed it. "Actually no! Can you turn around."

"Sure, but just so you know I don't mind." you said, smiling at him before you turned around. Eddie quickly grabbed the trash and threw it in the back seat and threw his leather jacket to cover his seat. He didn't care how cold it was, he wasn't going to let you get crumbs stuck to the back of your legs even if you are wearing jeans now.

"m'lady." he cleared his throat and did a small bow while he held the door open for you.

"Thank you" you climbed in, Eddie closed the door for you and you watched him awkwardly run to the drivers side. You find it so weird that only a few minutes with Eddie is already making you feel a lot less shitty than you did before. You look down to see his signature leather jacket under you legs and you watch Eddie rub his hands against each other in front of the vents once he gets into the van. You make a mental note that Eddie is much more of a gentleman than your ex. He's been taking bettter care of you in this short moment than your ex did during your whole relationship so you decide to grab Eddie's hands and cover his with yours. "Ah they're like ice!"

"You know you didn't have put your jacket on the seat. I told you I don't care." Eddie's stomach flutter when he noticed how big of the contrast was in your tone was in comparison to when you were talking, well yelling at your boyfriend-who he hoped was now your ex. "The winter here is too harsh for you not to wear a jacket, even it its for a few seconds."

"I could have but I didn't want you to see how the maids always miss this spot." he jokingly rolled his eyes.

"Oh." you smiled. "Is this any better?" you ask while squeezing his hands.

"It's perfect." Eddie notices how your body is turned towards him and he looks up to see how close your faces are. You look up and realize how pretty Eddies dark brown eyes are, actually you knew how pretty but you've never been this close to him before. You are starting to forget why you were feeling so angry earlier.

Eddie thought that this was a once and a lifetime opportunity so he was going to make the most of it. He noticed how your eye contact didn't wavier from his -when the usual treatment is dirty looks because the freak is staring- and how tightly you were holding his hands as a good sign. You didn't say anything and you never looked away or let his hands go. So as his heart was pounding out of his chest, as much as he would hate to let your hands go, he moved them out of yours. One hand went to the bottom of the your coat, fiddleing with the zipper while other rested on your knee.

"You know you in the van of the local freak. Shouldn't you be running away?"

"I think you're more of a nerd than a freak."

"A nerd? What makes you say that?" the distance between each other never changing.

"Playing D&D, alone makes you a nerd but also the fact that you know a lot of facts about the stuff you care about like metal music. Thats nearly textbook for a nerd well I guess a uncover nerd"

"And just how do you know that?"

"You're not very quiet at lunch and..." he feels you grabbing on to his hand that was fiddling with your zipper. "I might of had a crush on you since we had math together."

"Are you messing with me?"

"No."

If Eddie was thinking straight he wouldn't have just blindly believed you but that was all the conformation he needed. So he finally grabbed your chin and softly pushed his against yours. You smile into the kiss and grabbed his face because he was kissing you as if you'd break. Eddie moved his other arm off your knee to bring them to your face but it awkward fumbling made him hit his elbow on the horn which makes you both jump away from each other. At least you two are still in the empty parking lot so no one but you two noticed.

"Of fuckin course." you laugh and he just sighs then starts laughing too.

"So Eddie, are you coming home with me?"

[leighsartworks216]

Hello!! I love your writing a lot and Im sorry if you've written something similar before but I just think a quieter Tav who would gently tug on Astarion's sleeve or shirt everytime they need help with a lock or a trap would be super cute. It would be super light and gentle tugs or taps to his shoulder, nothing forceful or hurtful. In exchange for his help they would let him have first pick of whatever is inside. Tav thinks he agreed to help because he gets a cut of the rewards, and that is true, but mostly because he's more fond of Tav than they know and he likes the way they smile and look at him when he helps - worth far more than the treasure inside any chest or room.

Thank you for sharing your writing! ❤️❤️❤️

This one feels super short to me but I still think it's pretty cute

Warnings: none

Word Count: 572

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Astarion couldn’t quite recall when it started. He remembers that you were cagey around him - around everyone, for that matter. Always so quiet, never speaking unless you absolutely had to. He’d tag along with you while you explored, and when you needed his lockpicking expertise, you’d call for him. Even if it was barely a whisper, his sensitive ears picked up on it and he came sauntering to your aid.

It evolved, rather quickly, he thinks. You stopped calling for him in favor of tapping against metal or knocking on wood, calling his attention to your location. It was especially effective over long distances, if you’d ended up wandering off.

And then it evolved further. This time it was mostly on his part. He decided once to stay nearby, search the rooms with you, looking for anything you may have looked over. But when you needed his help, you didn’t knock, you tapped on his shoulder. Admittedly, it startled him at first. Your footsteps were so quiet he didn’t hear you coming up behind him. Somehow, despite the efficiency of knocking, this was how you continued to get his attention.

You tugged on his sleeve, tapped on his arm - always gentle. That, too, formed its own little code. You tugged when there was a trap ahead, telling him without words to be careful. You would tap when you found a locked door or chest, or even just to get his opinion on something.

It was… endearing. The rest of the group would wander on ahead, exploring for themselves, and he stayed by your side the whole time. He wrote it off, of course, claiming he didn’t want you to strain your voice for his sake, but it became much more than that. And even though you always compensated him for his trouble (First dibs on treasure had earned him a few lucky finds, things that the others sure would have liked for themselves.), he found a greater treasure in your smile. In the way your eyes lit up at a particularly interesting discovery.

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You tapped on his arm excitedly before you ran to a door. It was old and rusty, but not rusted enough to break through the lock keeping it in place. You tugged on the door handle and turned to him with such glee. He could hear your heart racing with anticipation.

“And what do you hope to find in there, darling?” he teased as he pulled out his lockpicks and got to work. He could see you shrug from the corner of your eyes. “Well, if all that’s in here is a skeleton, I’m afraid I’ll have to pass on claiming my reward.”

You nudged his shoulder playfully. He had a hard time keeping a smile off his face. With a few clicks and a very stubborn turn, the door unlocked. He stepped back before you could barrel him over.

The room was dark, with small reflections of light off metal catching your attention. It was probably gold or weapons or something worth the effort. But he couldn’t tear his eyes from you. Your child-like enthusiasm as you rushed inside to grab anything good, bright-eyed and smiling. If he could see his face, he’d see just how fond he looked at them - the gentle smile that came unbidden to his lips; the softness of his eyes, full of adoration and affection.

Yes, he thought, this was the best reward.

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Ahhh thank you for this request!! Honestly feels like I'm torturing some of them though hehe~ Also, I apologize for this being late and if these weren't the characters you wanted!!

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{༻~Time to workout~༺}

CW: GN! Reader! Mentions of the characters wearing their hair up, reader is less in shape then the characters and sweating also makes a appearance! Suggestive!

(Includes: Diluc, Heizou, Xiao, and Wriothesley!)

𑁍༄Diluc:

100 jumping jacks~

You plopped onto the ground, a light sheen of sweat coating your body and your muscles already on fire. You were exhausted from the workout and it felt like you could pass out at any second from lack of air...but it was more then worth it. Everytime you finished a round faster then Diluc you could sit there and catch your breath while he caught up with you...and that was always entertaining.

Today he had his hair tied up in a bun, loose strands of it clinging to his face and neck. He was wearing tighter tighter clothes then the ones he'd normally wear, meaning that every outline of his muscles was visible as the moved and god it was perfect to watch. You weren't shy about staring, even when his bright red orbs met yours with a knowing glint, he was just to good to look away from.

𑁍༄Heizou:

100 burpees~

"Phew, this is harder then I thought." Heizou leaned against the wall, using his forearm to wipe the sweat from his brow as you continued to finish up your round of burpees. His hair was disheveled, sticking to his skin and his hand when he tried to run it through the locks, even with his lack of clothing and ice cold water bottle he was still soaked and when you say it made your face blush...

You sat back after the last burpee, looking up at him with wandering eyes as he threw you his bottle...to think he'd gone shirtless. He had to of known what he was doing...

"If you keep staring at me like that, we are gonna be doing a very different kind of work out." He smirked at you as your heart skipped a beat... working out was working out...no matter what kind right...

𑁍༄Xiao:

Planks~

You bit your bottom lip, watching Xiao as he continued to plank in front of you...showing off his stamina that you loved oh so much. He'd always last longer then you with these exercises, not that you were complaining. You simply sat back against the wall, watching him as his strength was put on display for you, muscles moving and his tattoos only accentuating his perfect self as the glistened with beads of preparation under the light.

"Xiao, so you think you could still plank even if I sat on you while you did it."

"No."

"If you were sitting on me, I wouldn't want to plank anymore. I'd have other matters to attend to~"

Your eyes widened slightly at his answer. You knew full well he could without breaking a sweat....why in archons name did he say no? "What-"

𑁍༄Wriothesley:

75 crunches~

You were sprawled out on the floor, looking at the ceiling above you as your heart pounded in your ears. You couldn't believe you'd done the whole workout. "I did it. Wrio I did it! Woohoo!" You tilted your head to look at him, but he'd already moved from his spot next to you, instead sitting up like he was about to get up and head to the showers.

You didn't really knew what got into you...where the energy came from, but your rolled yourself into his lap, straddling him as you pushed him back down onto the mat. "Hey, I was really proud I completed that. Let's appreciate the moment together a little first."

"You should be proud, that was a hard workout...but I just hope you're prepared for the next one."

"What do you mean?"

"You said you wanted to appreciate the moment didn't you~"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

[itchyandtwitchy]

Hi! I’m “nice” anon! I’ve also been a lurker for a while and finally gained the courage to make a snz specific blog.

I’m glad I could bring some joy to your week! I know how hard it is to continuously churn out content and not receive positive feedback.

That being said, I do have a few questions about your professors 😅

1. Does Russian professor ever openly admit that he doesn’t feel well? It’s interesting to see culturally how comfortable people are with admitting illness. Idk if it’s an Eastern European thing or what but I had both a Ukrainian teacher and a Romanian professor and they always came in while they were sick. Like, take a break man!

2. Any extra cute moments you can think of between Russian professor and his husband? (preferably snz related, but honestly they are so cute I just want to hear about it)

3. Does husband ever get sick or sneeze? And how does Russian professor react if you’ve ever observed that dynamic?

Don’t feel like you need to answer all (or any tbh)

HELLO MY LOVE, I'm sosososo glad you ask these because I do have a lot to say on the matter. This one might be long, brace yourself.

Obs under cut

For a man who comes in sick so often, Professor very rarely says 'I'm not feeling well' in the context of our classroom. However, he does say it an exorbitant amount when he's with Husband and we're working late into the night. He's basically part koala and complains whenever we arent actively working on something. I'm guessing it's a tactic to get me kicked out so they can go home and honestly, it works. If he complains and grumbles enough, Husband will roll his eyes at me and ask me to come back tomorrow with a very exaggerated sigh.

That being said, Professor does apologize after the fact for being ill and he definitely excuses himself when his accent is weird. I feel like he knows it's so obvious that he's sick that he doesn't really need to say it. Husband on the other hand? Everytime Professor comes into his office sick he'll make a big deal of it, teasing and doting on him. Like 'here comes a man of germs! He's really got it this time, Star' and 'there's tea and tissues on my desk. Cough drops in the top drawer'. Its cute but sometimes he comments on things that just make me sure he's on snzblr.

I'm sure you're familiar with the Eastern European refusal to take a break, but I've genuinely never seen it to this extent. I talked about it before, but Professor will not go home unless he is practically dragged there. He did get on my case for like a week after I came in late because of a medical emergency though, and has always checked in on my classmates. For such a hard ass, he does make sure all of his students are okay (through tough love but love nonetheless).

Cute moments... I feel like everything they do is a cute moment. Like you said before, the old gay vibes are just so refreshing and gave me hope all through my master's degree. Snz related tho? The one that constantly replays in my mind is when Professor came in very loudly complaining about sinus pressure. Husband rolls his eyes as usual but when Professor comes to sit down with us, he turns to him, holds his face in his hands, and does that sinus massage thing. Legit straight out of a fic, I was staring so hard at my notes and trying not to explode. He tried so hard to stifle the consequent sneeze but he was so winded and sniffly after, oh boy.

Actually, another one I have is when he was on the tail-end of a cold and literally just so sneezy. He was attached to Husband from behind like a damn barnacle, looking miserable, and stifling sneezes into his shoulder every ten words or whatever. Eventually, Husband huffs, pinches Professor's nose so he can get through his sentence then let's me leave. It was such a split second action that I was so stunned it even happened, like...oh okay bye, I need to go think about that forever.

As for Husband himself, I've only seen him sick a few times but he always calls out and actually stays home when he feels like he's caught something. He does have an excess list of allergies though and drowns himself in Allegra basically every single day. Fun fact- S/uga's sneezes in my H/aikyuu fic were based off of Husband's fits because he's incapable of only sneezing once. Professor is always so funny about this because he has to give back as good as he gets. 'You sound almost as bad as me. Oh another? More? Keep going then. You really aren't getting through anything like that. All that time at the gym and you cant handle allergy season'. SIR??? AM I JOKE TO BOTH OF YOU?

[dgoldhunter]

I'm so done...

Don't get me wrong, I loved many things about apology tour (mainly Verosika) but I was hoping this to be the break from the drama of Stolitz instead of a continuation of it. And thought I loved Verosika and her final interactions with Blitz... it felt a little... I dunno.. not logical? (not her interactions, but most of the episode)

Stolas and Blitz relationship is a whole can of worms on its own, but I'm on the team that Stolas was forcing Blitz, like I mean in the pilot of HB it showed how uncomfortable Blitz was with him, and in the very first episode how he was forced to it since he was in a very dire situation (and Stolas knew about it, since he is seeing it developing in real time throught his bubbles)... (and I mean, the pilot face says it all)

But back on track...

So my questions, how Verosika knew about their break up? All of it happened between Stolas home, not even in public, and I don't think Stolas posted it on social media... also Why is she treating him so nicely and touchy? I mean on Ozzies, the bouncer showed reverence when he saw Stolas and let him in alongside Blitz.

I could see her treating him with more respect, or asking him if its alright to hug him or something because of his royal status, or at least refer to him as "your highness" (and in Stolas fashion he would be like "Oh don't need to be so formal but eh... anyway). Sure, they are in a more casual and comfortable environment, but even then, there are some manners expected when approaching a royal. If you are going to disregard his status, then why have a ladder with the different races and their social hierarchy? I get it was to show how sweet Verosika was really, but there could be a ton of approaches to this (and it wasn't hard to tell, since she was only mean to Blitz and has been speculated since her first appearance she is really nice and lovely once you get to know her).

And talking about approaches, this episode could be PERFECT to explore more about Blitz and Verosika. Yes, they talked at the end and we get to hear that the shitshow Blitz pulled on Verosika was after she told him she loved him (and she admitted she was embarrassed since it was the first time she felt that way). Put Stolas on the sidelines for a little while, and focus on these two. Maybe not a hearfelt talk for the whole episode, but making Blitz realize that before he could apologize to Stolas, he needed to work on himself first and foremost(because his apology to him was very forced as well). I think their talk came too quickly, and even then, why talk? Why Blitz would ask Stolas for forgiveness? In his eyes on Full Moon, Stolas was using him and he ended their contract, so he snapped (rightfully so, he first forced him and now is tossing him aside).

Or hell, make it about Blitzo and his past relationships including her, how he fucked up every single one of them, knowing about more about how he meet them, how he fucked up in every single one of them, make him feel remorse since the beginning, not to just feel remorse at the end just because he couldn't get the uwu bird back. (In one episode of "The mentalist" TLDR: Doc Dungan, a football star, is told to the media to be dead when in fact he is alive. He gets to watch what people really think of him, including his ex wife, and gradually this was the wake up call he needed to stop being a self-centered asshole, more things of the episode of course, but i liked this take, now that Blitz was in a somewhat similar situation of him not being dead but having the opportunity to see and hear his exs opinions, honest opinions, about him, not just the hate part).

And... putting all this behind, WTF with Verosika's psycho break with the cake? Her voice completly changed and it feel... odd. Sure, she is not fan of Blitz, and everytime he showed up, she showed the contempt and the bitterness towards him. So this change of personality of hers stabbing the cake with so much malicious intent felt really odd coming from her. Like, following HB logic (ugh, and there isn't much), this outburst is more like how Stella would react to a Stolas cake, seeing her cartoonish hate towards him and how she treats him. Verosika never had that type of "hate" towards Blitzo. In Spring Broken aside from the fight on the parking lot, she was ignoring him, until he came to challenge her. And in Ozzies was a coincidence both of them were there at the same time, and she took the opportunity when it presented to diss on him.

So her acting like a maniac vengeful ex who wants him dead seems a non logical change (and if she wanted him dead, like the scene implied, she has the resources to ask for a hitman). I get the cake was there as pettiness symbol. But still pettiness is different from hate. And then revert that change that on was during 2/4 of the episode (the manical laughter also set me off).

At the end it was showed that she still cares for him in a way (showed in the lasts bits of the episode)... so? I would also expect that kind of murderous rage from people with absolute hate and bitterness (again, like how they are depicting Stella, damn, Stella acted the same way when discussing Stolas death if I recall and in other situations when Stolas was almost hurt).

I don't think she was acting to make him feel welcome (because Stolas looked uncomfortable when she started to act that way, and I get many exes would have those feelings towards him, but... ) and she definitely wasn't drunk, even if she have been drinking since the start of the party, it think at this point, she has a very high tolerance, so she would need a lot more to get drunk.

So yea, I loved Verosika and her return, but I expected an episode centered around her (like spring broken was) instead of shifting the focus again to stolas and blitz, who have been the main focus since the beginning of season 2. If Verosika knew about the whole shit Stolas pulled, I don't think she would have invited him to the party, since the exes part means a consesual relationship, something that Blitz and Stolas thing wasn't. Hell, I think if she could, she would have called him out (again, yes, she hates Blitz, but she still cares, I don't think she would have liked to know how his ex was raped repeatedly) since now its shown that his royal status is bleh.

So yeah, the episode felt like a excuse to comfort Stolas, still make Blitz the bad guy, give Stolas the thumbs up and comfort while Blitz rots in self hate. Verosika being the tool to comfort the poor uwu bird.

Uf, this was a long rant, and even if you don't agree, that's fine. I'm just a guy who loves Verosika Mayday... but is already tired of the writing that pushes this couple at the center of all of it.

[ssseashell]

little stupid Newtmas WIP i was working on in July but then just gave up, here’s the first scene anyways (college AU, what a surprise)

When Newt heard that voice — that annoying, croaky, but loud voice — he felt like he was about to go insane.

It was always the same voice. Everytime he came to the campus’ library, he heard it just around the bookshelf from the table he usually sat on. It felt as if someone had to be mocking him, because why did that boy have to be in the library everytime Newt felt like studying there?

“Yeah, Min, don’t worry. I’ll- Oh, please, you really think I’m not capable of finding a specific book?”

Newt had never seen the boy's face, always hidden behind the bookshelf. But he knew the voice belonged to a boy and, oh, he couldn’t forget it even if he tried to.

“Alright, give me five minutes and I’ll go… Wait, what were you saying about Winston?”

He couldn’t believe it. How could someone be so rude to speak on the phone in the middle of a library? Newt looked around. Okay, there was no one sitting on the other tables, but still, that boy was disturbing him. It was enough to be rude.

And it wasn’t as if that was the first time he did that, Newt added to himself. Maybe someone should say something about it.

But there wasn’t anyone else there, no one else to feel annoyed by it.

Newt sighed, accepting that maybe he could live with it. He looked down at the open book in front of him and continued to read it.

When he heard it again. This time, it was extra loud.

“No way, dude!”

He snapped.

“Can you please get off your phone or get the fuck out?” He tried to show his annoyance with every word, and asked it as loud as possible so anyone behind the bookshelf would hear it.

Then, the voice was quiet again, but in its place, a head popped out from behind the shelves.

The face of a confused brunet boy appeared from nowhere, and Newt looked at him like he could light the boy on fire just with his mind.

“Oops, I’m sorry. Didn’t see you there.” The boy said, and Newt tried hard not to roll his eyes when he lifted the phone to his ear once more. “Minho, I’ll call you back.”

After the head, a body appeared from the shelves, and Newt looked at him.

The guy was maybe a bit shorter than him, Newt couldn’t tell very much by his position on the chair, but he noticed how well-built he was even with a hoodie on. He also wore a pair of light blue jeans and black sneakers.

He spent more time taking a look at the boy’s face. He had coffee almond eyes, a thin nose with some freckles here and there, and red tinted lips. His dark hair was short but clearly messy in its own way, like the boy had an urge to run his hands on it every so often. Newt didn’t know why he noticed that.

“Even if you didn’t, this is a library.” He said, crossing his arms on his chest. “You shouldn't be on your phone here.” It was as if he was teaching a little kid some basic good manners.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” The other said, fidgeting with his phone between his hands.

Then, he stared at Newt, as if waiting for something else. Newt sighed.

“So?”

“What are you studying over there?” Asked the stranger, looking from Newt’s face to his book on the table.

Newt held down his laugh. What did this boy want with him? He shrugged, lifting an eyebrow. “It’s none of your business.”

The grin on the boy’s lips revealed he didn’t get offended by that, even if he murmured an “ouch”. The impatience inside Newt was starting to grow stronger. Couldn’t a lad just study in peace?!

Newt leaned on the chair, looking directly into the boy’s playful eyes. “Look, if you don’t have anything to do here, please leave me alone.”

The grin on the redish lips just grew wider, and Newt had to admit he wasn’t expecting the next thing he heard: “Will you at least give me your name?”

His chin could’ve touched the table. But it didn’t. Newt wouldn’t give that slinthead of a guy the satisfaction of knowing he let Newt out of words.

Whoever was mocking Newt, they could stop it now, because they did it. Because Newt really wanted to get up and strangle that boy until no smirk was left on his lips. He felt his cheeks burn.

“What? No!” Was all he managed to say, brows furrowed, lips snapped into a thin line.

And the boy chuckled. He chuckled and turned around, but not before saying “See you around” and disappearing again behind the books.

[whisperofaflame]

Hello!

Just came across from ao3 to tell you how absolutely amazing CC is!

Sorry if this is going to be a bit of a rant, but I made my way here just to tell you these points! Like, I am so absolutely loving the difference Natasha and Wanda portray towards the situation with R, it makes so much sense not only in the realistic matter of things, but I also find it so authentic with their actual original characterisation too.

They are very different people that show affection, and care about people in a different manner that may not always be forming this uniform and united front. And that’s okay, and to be expected, and it warms my heart that it is depicted! And simultaneously I am so happy to see these little differences play out and for someone like R- who doesn’t know these people in that depth yet, perceive it, react to it and is trying to comprehend it!

It’s such a complex situation and I am loving so much what you’ve done with it! As someone that is poly and had to juggle different partners with varying communication needs and intensities, these conversations and miscommunications are bound to happen and they are healthy to happen! Mainly when it comes to a d/s dynamics.

And I’m again so so happy to see it depicted, finally! I read so many of similar poly stories and fics, and even though I still am a fan, my brain hurts a little everytime they just get together and this new formed relationship works perfectly, and different people with different needs communicate amazingly from the very start with no prior conversation. Like, that is really not how this works!

So, thank you! Thank you for giving this justice and giving me (or us? There’s a LOT of us I’m sure😂) something to be excited about every time a notification email pops up. What an absolute treat to find and I am fully believing you will make this story justice until the very end🥰

Aw, thank you so much! This has honestly made my day; I’m so happy you feel the dynamics make sense. And I love the way you described their relationship — that’s exactly how I conceptualise them too! Wanda and Natasha have very different ways of connecting with others and they also (like everyone!) have their own individual ways of experiencing and expressing emotions. I like to think that in my fic they have managed to establish really good expectations and boundaries with each other, but naturally adding another person into the mix will involve some disruption and necessitate a little restructuring. In a very basic way, I see the two of them as a sort of perfect balance between head/heart. So Wanda’s throwing herself into dynamics based on how she’s feeling, whereas Natasha is holding herself back based on logic. I think they both have things to learn from each other, and reader definitely could learn a thing or two from both!

I plan to develop this theme of communication a lot more over time but it will be a gradual process I think, given reader’s reticence to discuss her feelings. And like you described, communication isn’t always a simple one-and-done task which magically fixes everything instantly! People are messy and emotions are hard, so I’ll be continuing to write my characters as well-meaning but flawed in understandable human ways (or at least, that’s my intention!).

I really hope I can continue to depict it in a way that resonates with you! Thank you so much for your kind words ♡

[0aurelion-sol0]

Hi... Hello! Sorry if I've been away again after just coming back, I know I warned that I was still not sure if I was going to be here regularly but still... minus 7 points for the lack of dedication x) but there has been again a lack of motivation for multiple reasons and not just for the blog but IRL stuff as well.

Life has not really been easy lately, I had a hard time doing it but still I was able to work and prepare some of the posts that I'm going to drop at some point on here, here's a sneak peek:

The Storylines of Stranger Things 5". "The Case of The Russia Storyline". A Memento through Dimensions". "What is The Hellscape AND Dimension X ?". Zombie People".

- "The Storylines of Stranger Things 5". This post will be going through what I think will be the main storylines of the season and which characters or groups are going to drive each of them. It's very long and has been actually the post that has took the most time to be put together but we're on the finish line. It's kind of a new & condensed version of the "big theory post" I wanted to make about Stranger Things 5 for a long time but I was unhappy with the way it came out everytime but I think this one is the right one this time around.

- "A Memento through Dimensions". This post will explore a deeper part of Will's storyline in S5 and how it will structure itself + parallel past seasons. Can't really go into details about this one because I think I've found something about his storyline that I'm sure is going to happen that way, not necessarily the content of it but the way it's going to be done. People have noticed the patterns of what I'm going to talk about here but I'm not sure they've guessed how it's going to be done with Will this season because I think there's going to be a twist about it. But you'll see.

- "The Case of The Russia Storyline". Now this is going to be me going to point out a very difficult storyline to digest & some really weird decisions made by the Duffers regarding that storyline. What was the purpose of it ? Will we continue that storyline again ? I have already talked about it before but this storyline that has been here since the beginning has been difficult to get by I think pretty much everyone in the fandom, even the general audience. So I think we need to talk about it.

- "What is The Hellscape AND Dimension X ?". Pretty straight forward. X) I said in my post about the Thessalhydra that I was going to elaborate more on what these new places are and why they exist or existed the way they are, and what is their "true nature", let's put it that way.

- "Zombie People". A post about the many... "dead" characters we have in Stranger Things, characters who have faced death or are in a state that could be considered the closest to death. It's a weird one. We are more on the theory side with this one than something really plausible to happen in Stranger Things 5 but I want to see what they are going to do with that aspect of the story. Can't really describe much more about it.

Voila! A little tease to keep those still interested and with that I leave you with a playlist that I've made recently about Stranger Things that only contains music from Stranger Things Season 1 soundtrack for the moment. But it helps me sleep, relax and de-stress when I'm not feeling good and if it can help any one that might be in the same situation as me, why not share it ? :)

The track listing is & was definitely very much intended to be that way, xD and it does describe it's own story & where my thoughts are in my life and with the series so enjoy!

[raccoonfallsharder]

recommended works ☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹ nav | fanfiction masterlist | art masterlist

these are the folks who have written or drawn something (specifically within the rocket raccoon fan community) that either murdered me, resurrected me, or both.

(i am always open to recs so if you wanna link me to your fave i will be so happy to check them out)

fanfiction ☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹

The All of You (ao3) i fuckin love this story so hard. i love the OC. i love the writing. i love the set up. i reread this probably every month or so and pine for more. it's so fuckin good. @lazarel-3000 is a double-threat (at least) who is also on my recced artist list, which means (obviously) they are a recced creator as well.

Butterfly Caught (tumblr) ☕︎ Butterfly Caught (ao3) [NEW ADDITION ~ 2025] nsfw. this is my (current) favorite story by @shylyobscene, whose work you will find listed here three times - both of her current fics and as an overall creator because she's just one to watch. i suspect everything coming out of her blog is gonna be good shit. the writing is lovely, the relationship-building is believable, rocket is amazingly-characterized and layered, reader is super-interesting and relatable, and everything is hot. 10/10 can't wait for more and would also wait forever.

Casino Royale (ao3) nsfw. this fic by @hibatasblog (see also: Entanglement, below) is so fucking delightful. petra quill is so hot i want to date her myself, and the tension between her and rocket is through the roof. loving the angst, loving the little ways that heartbreak seeps through every new paragraph, loving the mystery of trying to figure out what happened to petra and rocket to set them on their separate paths and now bring them back together. always waiting anxiously for the next chapter.

Entanglement (ao3) this fic by @hibatasblog has me rationing my consumption in a way i have not done in a long time. i'm like "i only read one chapter a week to pace myself, as a little treat for surviving another seven days." beautiful writing and intricate storytelling, the metaphors and analogies are so good i almost wish i was back in undergrad writing a thesis on it. (recently added to my "creators" list because honestly, everything they've put out since 2023 has been flawless).

Experiment: The Ravager Code (ao3) ☕︎ Experiment: The Ravager Code (tumblr) check out author @guardian-angel12 for character art and more ♡ girl gets scooped, experimented on by the high evolutionary, saved by ravagers, and finds her family. what more could you ask for? featuring a fantastic, fascinating OC and i am in love (i do need to catch up, though). the writing is beautiful, the emotional elements are so moving, ugh i love it.

Friends (tumblr) @nyxivy is making their way through the rocketober 2023 prompts and the first fic of the series is. so drool-worthy. i've probably read it fifty times since it came out. short and so hot i could die (much like rocket himself), and somehow incredibly sweet in just the span of a few paragraphs? i will continue coming back to this fic and look forward to more from them at every chance i get.

Get Up (tumblr) @caesarhamato22 is another person on my recced creator list because trying to find just one fic to call my "favorite" is a challenge (obviously i was unsuccessful because there are two on this list). anyway this is lovely and fluffy. i die.

Heatwaves (tumblr) nsfw. oh my lord. this was written a while ago i never officially added it to the list and i should've. @mytheoristavenue writes a very sultry, steamy oneshot about you helping rocket fix the ship's climate control. i melt into my chair everytime i reread this one (which is often). so much of this lives rent-free in my head but THIS changed the course of my fantasies: Finally, he placed a paw against your cheek and whispered in close: "You're burnin' up, baby."

If Only For Tonight (tumblr) ☕︎ If Only For Tonight (ao3) [NEW ADDITION ~ 2025] another stunner by @shylyobscene. fast-burn, incredibly sexy, superb characterization and even better dirty talk. you will burn up in almost every chapter and yet - there is a plot and it does not suffer. both smut and story serve to really build our understanding of rocket, reader, their relationship and the world/universe around them. plus it takes place circa endgame and if there's one thing i hate, it's how endgame treated the guardians. i'm so looking forward to seeing how this amazinf author treats that.

last (friday) night (ao3) nsfw. trying to pick a "favorite" of @aliasrocket's work is like trying to choose a favorite incarnation of rocket (i cannot). guess who is also on my recced creators list.

more than seven (tumblr) second @caesarhamato22 fic on this list and another recced creator. this one is one of my favorite comfort fics (i mean it's still sexy as hell) that i come back to very often. like it's just so wonderful and sweet and perfect and atmospheric and vibes

Professor R Raccoon or How Rocket Got His Groove Back (ao3) [NEW ADDITION 2024] nsfw. the third @hibatasblog fic on this list. this author doesn't miss. ever imagine rocket raccoon wearing his dad-glasses in a perfect slice-of-life au smut fic? by which i mean wouldn’t it be nice if someone could just fuck rocket’s brains out till his glasses fall off and he doesn’t even have to worry about blowing up living planets or killing mad titans? enter petra quill once again. this is hot, highly-communicative smut complete with both consent & shredded silk stockings, and rocket just feeling good.

stars. (tumblr) ☕︎ stars. (ao3) sexual tension & some of the loveliest atmospheric writing i've ever consumed. another @aliasrocket fic that lives in my head.

THE ONE WHERE HE SAVES HER (tumblr) [NEW ADDITION ~ 2025] this one is my favorite, but @sweetaliencheeks has a whole series of these, so if you like this one you should definitely check out the rest! i don't know how i managed to miss this for so long since it was posted in 2023, but it's fucking glorious. rocket is so perfectly characterized here and the whole thing just melts my heart. would read 5k more times. feels comics-based to me?, no smut but adult/suggestive themes and cw for implied sexual slavery. an ending that makes my heart sing in all the best ways.

untitled drabble/oneshot (tumblr). @hyperjorts probably never meant for their random drabble (which they mistakenly tagged as a shitpost) to live rent-free in my head for months on end but here we are. you can skip (or not skip) the original ask they were reblogging and just focus on this wonderful little bit of fiction that SCREAMS "universe-killer rocket" to me. (and then has me sweating & panting at the end)

A Very Basic Instinct (tumblr) ☕︎ A Very Basic Instinct (ao3) nsfw. when i tell you this fic did things to me. it is probably one of the fics i reread most. like, all the time jkjk only semiregularly. check out the author @elegant-fleuret for other equally brainrot-inducing smut (also mentioned in my recced creators).

art ☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹

@angyc0rtoons the way they draw rocket is just. the most perfect embodiment of chaos. i WISH i could draw such animated expressions so fluidly and perfectly. and their color-choices make me want to cry in the best way. it's like i actually believe in the future again. make my brain go brrrr. (this one makes all my dopamine receptors light up) (also i will go to the grave grateful and sobbing over the time they illustrated my dumb hashtags)

@bathmob i wish. i could draw rocket. like this. the vibes are so good. the style. is perfect. i thank the universe whenever i see new art from them.

@glow-autumz is absolutely going to be a published comic artist some day and i will buy anything she works on ever. literally everything she creates has a story behind it, which i love. like, not only are her illustrations gorgeous (and like…often very hot) but every single one is (at least) a single-panel narrative. plus her OC is also cool as hell and i love her interpretations of rocket.

@happylittleshrub is a genius of the highest order. love watching all the different ways they render rocket, and i would sacrifice my LIFE for their baby rocket (raised by groot). protect them and their little rockets at all costs

@lazarel-3000 creates the most toe-curlingly delicious art i've seen in a long time. i am seduced by pretty much everything they create. even their rough drafts have me panting. (i also have a crush on their OC and as a bi-lady i look at their art and am often like oh shit this is a fuckin feast). as mentioned before, this artist is also the author of one of my favorite fics and is a recommended creator in general.

@projectanimation7 is an amazing artist in general but i am specifically posting to share this little snuggled-up rocket and groot. glorious, magical, cuddly. 10/10.

@rogertaylorswift i honestly don't know how this artist was not already on my rec list??? a staple and a god in the rocket fancommunity tbh. i can't pick one piece of theirs that i love more than the others. their album covers are beautiful, their meme redraws are hysterical, their one-frame comics are deeply-moving and lovely, and their longer comic arcs never fail to make me weep.

@uglly-rodent posts always make me want to pinch the babby raccoom's cheeks and/or cry.

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@aliasrocket writes such beautiful things it is impossible to pick a favorite (i got two of their fics in the fic section and it was difficult to narrow it down that far and even now, i'm not certain). their tumblr has the added advantage of a ton of drabbles, every single one of which is perfection.

@caesarhamato22 read everything. like everything. great smut but i am a sucker for the slice of life shit and it's so fuckin good here. i just wanna be a nail tech on knowhere/locked in a closet with rocket/have him steal my t-shirt/whatever. it's like all my most domestic desires got turned into little fanfiction dreams. so much wish fulfillment i could die

@elegant-fleuret has great fanfiction (more than just the one on my fic list - i just felt like i had to narrow it down and A Very Basic Instinct literally gives me a a fresh hit of dopamine every time i reread it, which is a lot). plus also art. double-threat.

@hibatasblog how have i not had hibata on here sooner? i mean, i know i had a bunch of their fics, but they continue to create amazing new things (and i can't put every single fic on here or it would be way too long). i just worked on the #kisskissBANGBANG challenge with them and every piece they posted was so lovely and amazing. they create steamy, meaningful, emotionally-charged fics that typically star rocket x petra fics (genderbent/fluid peter quill), sometimes with rocket x blackjack o'hare, petra x blackjack, and my personal favorite throuple ever: rocket x petra x blackjack. also occassionally they'll share some of their art, which is a gift to humanity. [NEW ADDITION ~ 2025]

@lazarel-3000 look. look. i cannot say this enough. please go check them out they are hope in a hopeless place. some of the sexiest art + one of my very favorite fanfictions + one of my very favorite OCs have come out of this flawless individual. (full disclosure they also did some nsfw art of my OC jolie and rocket that has me crying and dying and hyperventilating on a daily basis)

@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr has another one of my favorite OCs and i am always hungry for their little storylines whenever they post.

@mcsquared789 is working on a rewrite of the whole mcu, including stories of the parts we've never seen (widowmaker, for instance, is the history that the black widow movie references). it is a massive undertaking and an incredible project and while i've only read the smallest fraction of it so far, it was excellent and i hope to eventually get through the whole thing. [NEW ADDITION ~ 2025

@mrwolfhare is one of my favorite sources of gotg food-for-thought. just some of the most thoughtful explorations of the details of both the mcu and comic canon, excellent headcanons, beautiful screenshot sets, and really solid art. the drawtober art and ficlets have been highlights in my days this month and i'm told there may be a rad fanfiction on the horizon so keep your eyes on this! (rad fanfiction is here now! read Subject 880HR on ao3)

@raccoon-coded just. A+ gotg content, both original and reblogs. most recently i find myself coming back again and again to their review of various gotg novels (and adding a few to my tbr pile).

@shylyobscene is a fucken powerhouse of spicy rocket x reader content, with excellent characterizations and relationship-development, and engaging readers who are relatable and also interesting. i will keep my eye on everything that comes out of this blog. [NEW ADDITION ~ 2025]

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