#Chris Pratt fanfic

[mastermindxmemoirs]

better together - introduction

Summary: After ten long years working in various roles in Hollywood–stemming from temp jobs to small gigs in TV shows and movies, you’ve gotten your break. You have headed to Hawaii to star alongside some big names in the new Jurassic World movie. 

Word Count: 1533

Warnings: Slow build. This is mostly just an intro, so no Chris in this installment, but he will be in the next! This is going to be more of a chapter story. Hang tight! It gets better, I promise :) 

so if I’m honest I think I’m beginning to question how much I want this

You took in a deep breath as you stepped off of the plane and onto the tarmac. A quick glance around–you realized you weren’t in Los Angeles anymore. The view was beautiful–lots of trees, palms and greenery. There was a sweet salty smell from the ocean you hadn’t breathed in since you lived in St. Petersburg, Florida. It reminded you of home, but you knew it was different.

This is it, the thought released butterflies in your stomach. Everything you had worked for over the last ten years amounted to this very moment. Thankfully, your feet found the will to move forward as you pulled your backpack up onto your shoulders. 

There was a man in a suit just ahead with your name neatly printed on the paper sign in his hands. “Y/N?” He asked just as you approached.

“That’s me,” you managed a smile, even though the butterflies were still fluttering rapidly about your stomach. You hadn’t had an appetite, but you were grateful for that; in this moment, you couldn’t be sure if you would throw up or not.

“Nice to meet you,” he smiled back. “I’m John, I’ll be your driver today. If you’d like to follow me, I’m parked just outside the terminal. Can I carry your backpack for you?” 

“Nice to meet you,” you replied. “And it’s okay, I’ve got it. Thank you, though.” You didn’t want to trouble anyone. Working for ten years in Hollywood just trying to make it, you had learned how hard celebrities were on ‘the little people’. You didn’t consider yourself a celebrity; this was your first big gig. But you were determined to take what you had learned and not make anyone working around you feel smaller than you.

“Not a problem,” he nodded as he began the trek to the terminal. “How many bags do you have, miss?” He asked over his shoulder.

“One suitcase and one duffel bag,” he seemed surprised by your answer. You tried to pack as light as possible. You also had a terrible fear that the director you were working with would realize you were an imposter and not what they were expecting and send you on a plane back home within a week. “Oh, and please, call me Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated. “Not a problem. Max will gather your bags and bring them to the hotel. We’ll go ahead and get a head start so you can get settled. Do you have your checked luggage receipt?” 

You pulled your backpack to the side and reached in the front pocket to retrieve the paper receipt you had gotten when checking your bags. Once you handed it over to John, he took a quick picture with his phone. “The suitcase is gray with a teal ribbon tied to the handle, and the duffel is black–there’s a matching teal ribbon on the shoulder strap.” You described.

“Great, I’ll send that info and the receipt to Max,” he typed away on his phone as you continued walking through the terminal. “Have you ever been to Hawaii before?” He made conversation.

“No, this is my first time,” you had almost forgotten that you were in this tropical paradise for the first time in your life. It was too bad your nerves had gotten the better of you and you weren’t able to fully enjoy it.

“Well, welcome,” he beamed. “You’re going to love it. It’s a beautiful state.”

You kept pace just behind John as he led you through the sliding glass doors and out to a blacked out SUV. He opened the rear passenger door and held it for you as you stepped in. “Thanks,” you smiled. He nodded and closed it behind you.

It felt as though your ears were ringing from the complete silence. Your senses were overloaded before, but the silence and the scent of the detailed car stuck you with your thoughts.

You had somehow (unbeknownst to you) landed a major role in the new Jurassic World movie. Besides some supporting roles you had portrayed on TV and film over the last few years, you had never been involved in anything this big before. This was what you had wanted…or so you thought. But being here felt incredibly intimidating and you weren’t even on set yet.

“We should be at the condo in about forty minutes, with traffic,” John glanced over his shoulder as you clicked your seatbelt into its locked position. 

“Great, thank you, John,” you reached for your backpack and pulled out the familiar stack of papers that were bound with metal prongs. The sheets were worn, as you had read through them, written in your analysis and what direction you think the director might have for you. You had worked on memorizing; you felt fairly comfortable with not just your own dialogue, but the dialogue of your co-stars for the scenes you had together.

But you weren’t that naive…you knew you could mess up at any point. And that was what terrified you.

Mindlessly, you gnawed on the skin of your thumb just beside your nail as you read. Before you knew it, John was pulling into a small parking lot. Just ahead, there was a row of condos. It wasn’t too crowded–in fact, you were actually surprised at how few units there were. You liked that, though. You appreciated the quiet.

“I’ve been asked to give you about thirty minutes and then take you over to set, if that’s okay. I’m not sure your luggage will be in just yet, but I can have it brought to your trailer or have Max bring it back here for you to pick up after you’re back,” John explained. “You’re in Unit 207–second floor.” He passed back a set of keys.

“No problem,” you pressed the release button on your seatbelt. “I packed an extra set of clothes in my backpack. I will drop off a few things and be right back. Thanks, again.” You took the keys from John and stopped him before he could get out. “Oh, please don’t worry about the door. I’ve got it.” You smiled and reached for the door handle.

The scent of salt as you swung your legs outside of the car brought you a sense of calm, once more. You knew it would be just as quickly replaced once you were headed to set, but you pushed those thoughts and feelings down. You entered the condominium and headed for the stairs. There were maybe 30 units in total–15 on the first floor, 15 on the second. The building was clean and somewhat modern, but still had a nice Hawaii touch. 

You found the door that said 207 and slipped your key in the lock. It opened smoothly to a beautiful one bedroom, one bath unit. The kitchen was lovely, with light gray counters and stainless steel appliances. The condo was furnished with tasteful pieces–nothing fancy, but you appreciated that. You slid your backpack down your shoulder and placed it on the dining table set with two placemats. 

You hadn’t had an opportunity to check your phone, so you pulled it out and saw you had two voicemails.

You listened to the first:

“Y/N, it’s Monica,” ah, your agent. “Listen, I know you can handle it…but I’m sending Lori out to Hawaii tomorrow. I knew you would fight me on it, so I didn’t want to tell you until you were already there.” You chuckled, at least she knew you. Lori was your assistant, who you adored…but you wanted her to have some time off and catch a break; you knew you could handle yourself while you were out here. “She’s stoked–and you can still give her time off out there. Who wouldn’t want that?! It’s Hawaii, dammit. Anyway…call me when you can. Let me know if you need anything.”

The second message looked to be from Lori.

“Hey Y/N, it’s Lo. Monica said she left you a voicemail so I could check in. Listen, don’t be mad. I’m happy to help you out. Uh, HELLO–it’s Hawaii!! I’ll text you tomorrow once I get in. See you soon!”

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited for some familiarity. Lori had been a really good friend for six years or so. You had met her in a bar bathroom at a nightclub in West Hollywood during a really bad first date. She got you away from the date and introduced you to her group of girlfriends. A really bad night turned into a really great one quickly. When you got to the point where Monica felt like you needed an assistant, you wanted Lori to have first dibs. 

You changed into your change of clothes–nothing fancy, just denim shorts and a loose fitting Dr. Dre v-neck you had found at a thrift shop a few years ago. You pulled your slip-on tennis shoes back on and took a quick glance in the mirror hanging on the wall. 

Not terrible, but you still kind of looked like you had been on a plane for six hours. You threw some sunglasses on and headed back out the door to meet John in the car.

[spermeboy]

pairings: chris pratt x male reader

request: Chris Pratt meets the reader, who was an avid fan on GotG as a teenager (IT WAS 10 YEARS AGO. WHAT?), and is now working on a movie of simialr concept in the same studio compound that Chris is working on. Reader is just fucking fanboying, all cute and shit and exclaiming how much he loves Chris’s work. Chris, having been pent up all day and unable to do anything due to being stuck on set (which, if you’re comfortable, leaves him sweaty and musky), decides to invite the reader for a “drink.” Reader genuinely thinks it’s a drink. When a hotel door shuts closed, a handsome DILF kisses him, and he’s told to turn around so said DILF can eat (his ass), he can’t help but oblige. Plap plap plap ensues (I’m jumping off a bridge for this last part)

warnings: SMUT !, anal sex, age gap, cum drinking, musk and sweat, ass eating, implied cheating, accidental cum.

MDNI + FDNI !

When Chris walked over to you in between scenes, your heart had literally skipped multiple beats. "Hey, I'm Chris," he puts out his veiny hand for you to shake. You bite your lip and take it. "I know who you are, and I'm a HUGE fan," you blurt out and begin rambling about how you love every single one of his movies.

Chris' smirk grows bigger and bigger as he watches how you ramble on about how much you love him and his work, not thinking before you speak until you say, "You always help me get off-" Your eyes widen at what you've blurted out.

Chris' face turns from shock to horny in almost an instant. He leans down to your ear and whispers, "Meet me at the motel at 6, I'm in room 28, I have special drinks there." He slowly walks away while wiggling his eyebrows at you. You confused face turns into an innocent smile, when you realise he just wants to get to know you over drinks, "he is so kind." you mumble out.

After Chris' long sweaty work day, he arrives back at his motel for the night. All he has to do now is to wait for that sweet ass he's been craving from afar.

You arrive at the sleezy motel, knocking on your celebrity crushes/co-workers door. Chris opens the door, and a pugent yet seductive scent corrupts your nose, causing you to instantly feel horny.

Chris gently takes your arm and pulls you inside his run-down motel room. He wastes no time pushing his lips against yours, completely taking you by surprise, yet you're not complaining.

He pulls away from the kiss with a smirk, enjoying the way you taste, "turn around for me, baby." You obliged, wanting him to do whatever he wants to you. He rips your trousers and underwear off and spreads your cheeks to reveal your tight pink hole.

A smirk grows on his face, and he watches it pulsate for him. He wastes not time and dives right in, lapping up your hole coating it in his saliva. He tongue continues pushing against your pulsating hole until it manages to get its way in.

He has quite a long tongue, so it's enough to get in there pretty deep, causing you to moan against the door. "F-Fuck! Chris!" You groan out your body, shuddering at the feeling of his tongue against your hole.

Chris' cock has been so untouched by his wife that he hasn't released in weeks, months it feels like. "I am going to fuck this virgin boy-pussy" he mumbles while lapping up your hole. He stands up and pushes your body further against the door, pulling out his rock hard cock and rubbing it against your hole.

"Look at how it pulsates, practically begging for me" he coos in your ear before thrusting his cock inside you without warning, you whimper against the door.

Chris doesn't hold back either. He needs this, the way your hole is already tightening and milking his cock. He pulls you away from the door and throws you onto the bed, causing it to bounce.

"I've never needed someone as much as I need you right now." He moans out as he strips his top off to reveal his hairy chest and rippling abs. He crawls on on top of you, pushing your face into his sweaty armpit.

"Breathe it in, baby, don't waste the smell." he moans out in shock as you begin lapping up the taste of his sweaty pits. You moan against his armpits licking and swallowing the scent.

You pull away, "fuck me!" You moan out, begging him for more. He lines up his cock with your hole and easily slides back inside, his cock already wanting to release in your warm boy-cunt.

He accidentally shoots his load inside of you without warning, his mouth in an O-Shape as he gasps. You giggle slightly. "Is my boy-pussy that good?" You moan out as your cock stiffens from your continuous jerking, shooting your load over your stomach.

"Hey! Don't laugh cause next time, I won't quit after one accidental cum" Chris says directly towards you, licking the cum off your stomach.

taglist - @starboye @mailmango @ghostking4m

[cinnudelx]

Ain’t no mountain high enough 🎀

pairing: peter quill x new gotg member!reader

summary: to peter’s dismay, he found out that rarely ever listen to music and never dance. he takes that as an opportunity to change that x

warnings: extremely tooth-rotting fluff, peter being the sweet and charming guy he is.

a.n: i love quill so much oh my goshhhh. its optional but if you’d like, please listen to ‘ain’t no mountain high enough’ by marvin gaye while reading!

peter’s jaw almost fell to the floor after you told him you’ve never owned a walkman or even a pair of headphones. his jaw almost plunged through the floor of his ship when you also said that you don’t listen to music and you’ve never danced in your life.

you were the newest member of the guardians after they stumbled across you during one of their missions, in which you unintentionally helped them with said mission. they took a liking to you, noticing that you harnessed telekinesis and great strength and wasted no time in recruiting you.

so here you were, seated on the foot of peter’s bed with him, getting to know each other and admitting that you don’t like to waste time listening to pieces of music.

“y/n, this is probably the worst thing i’ve ever heard you say.” he shook his head in disbelief, searching your eyes, “and you’ve said a lotta crazy things in the last month i’ve known you.”

you looked down at your lap with a soft chuckle, shrugging. “i just don’t see the point.”

he sighed, raising his brows as he grabbed his walkman out of his belt. “now you’ve left me no choice.” he looked over at you, his eyes determined.

you sighed as he placed his headphones gently over your ears. “peter…”

he hushed you, cutting you off, “shhh… just this one song. give it a go.” he grinned at your defiance, pressing the play button on his player. you let out another sigh, realising you’ve no way out of this.

the instrumental to the song began to play, a melody that seemed so foreign to you that you furrowed your brows and closed your eyes to listen.

“listen, baby. aint no mountain high, ain’t no valley low. ain’t no river wide enough, baby.”

he watched you intently, a soft smile on his face as he observed your reaction. the room was quiet and the music sounded gently through his headphones in your ears. he could hear the music too, ever so softly while it played.

“if you need me call me, no matter where you are. no matter how far.”

a rare smile softly spread on your lips, warming peter’s heart more than necessary. you looked at him, giving him a small nod as a silent way of saying that you like it.

he slowly took your hand, pulling you off the bed with him as he clipped his walkman onto your belt. his hand remained in yours, placing it on his shoulder before hesitantly snaking his other hand to your hip. you searched his eyes, confused as to what he was doing but he shook his head, mouthing the words, ‘trust me’.

“just call my name, i’ll be there in a hurry. you don’t have to worry.”

he slowly danced with you, guiding your movements with a smile, drinking in your expressions. you clearly looked new to this. you smiled back at him, chuckling shyly as you continued to listen.

“cause baby there ain’t no mountain high enough. ain’t no valley low enough. ain’t no river wide enough. to keep me getting to you, babe.”

he took your hand as he spun you around playfully before pulling you back against him. your smile widened, surprised you’re actually enjoying this.

adding to your surprise, he pulled down the headphones to hook around your neck before reached down and pressing the button on his walkman to put the music on speaker, the song continuing.

“see. you’re enjoying this.” he grinned as you looked up at him, a slight blush forming on your cheeks as you smiled.

“i might’ve… judged a little too early.” you admitted with a soft chuckle.

he smiled widely as the song approached the second chorus, watching you loosen up and start to dance a little on your own as he spun you around again. “wow, look at you gettin’ the hang of it already. you’re a natural.” your blush deepened slightly as he pulled you against his chest. “didn’t i tell you marvin gaye is amazing?”

you smiled widely, looking up at him. “i guess ill start trusting you more with your recommendations now.” you teased.

his grin widened, tilting your chin up so he could gaze into your eyes as the music played softly, the two of you in your own world.

“you know…” peter spoke up, a little hesitant, “i know we only known each other for a month now, but…”

searching his eyes, your heart thumped against your chest as you listened intently. he took a deep breath, continuing as he returned your gaze, “there’s something about you. something i’ve been trying to figure out for a while, since i met you.”

“what do you mean?” you whispered, searching his eyes like you could find the answers in them.

he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, the music continuing to play in the background softly. “the truth is, y/n, you take my breath away,” he admitted in a soft voice, “i just… i…”

the way you looked up at him with those gorgeous, delicate eyes… those little hands on his chest and his arms around your waist. you were definitely not helping him say what he needed to say.

“i wanna take you out.” he say quickly in one breath, seemingly nervous for a guy who always hit on chicks.

your eyes widened as your lips parted slightly, stopping your movements, “y-you do…?”

he nodded, grinning softly, “yeah, y/n. i really… really do.”

there was nothing anyone could do to stop that gentle smile that was growing on your lips, his words filling you with a sense of warmth and relief. you never thought that you’d admit that you had a crush on him since the day you joined the crew, but now it didn’t seem like much of a delusion.

he took your hand, bringing it back up to his chest, the both of you slowly starting to sway to the music again as he looked into your eyes. “say something..”

you chuckled softly, realising you were in your own head a bit longer than you thought, nodding. “yeah…” you smiled, “i’d love for you to take me out.”

a relieved smile crept up on his face, “you would? that’s… that’s… yeah, that’s great. tomorrow?”

“tomorrow.” you smiled widely, nodding.

he cupped the side of your face, his thumb gently swiping along your cheek before he slowly leaned down, barely brushing his nose off yours. “is this okay?” he whispered, pulling back slightly as he caressed your cheek.

you nodded, your eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes, blushing softly with a smile. “yeah…”

he smirked, leaning in and gently capturing your lips in a gentle and passionate kiss.

“don’t ya know there ain’t no mountain high enough. ain’t no valley low enough…”

[coffeeandbatboys]

Gravity (Peter Quill x fem!reader)

Request: From @nix-rose-q

Quill x fem!reader friends to lovers? Reader is a guardian and the two just have a silly time dancing till it turns quieter to a slow dance? (she's just as obsessed with music as he is but she's got newer stuff. John Mayer is who i'm obsessed with atm so if it could be one of his songs, that would be great!) If i can add personality, she's an Enfp and a 7 wing 8 enneagram, translates to always keeping everything happy and not ever focusing on uncomfortable stuff, loyal, playful, competitive and sarcastic. (in a nutshell, a female version of Peter)

Warnings: This is pure fluff.

You moved side to side to the upbeat tempo of Southern Nights, Peter stepping around you and trying to convince you to dance.

"Quill, I'm not exactly a dancer." You giggled.

He smirked. "So dance with me. I promise you won't regret it."

You eventually agreed, but shook your head.

"We have to change the music. I can't dance to this."

"C'mon, the song's almost over. Let it play out and then you can pick something." One of his hands lowered to your waist as you danced, while the other clasped around yours.

You nearly stumbled and blushed. He gave you a smug smile.

Oh, the bastard knew exactly what he was doing...

You had harbored a crush on Peter ever since you joined the Guardians, and eventually your friendship had evolved into constant flirting. Rocket was always annoyed with it, but both you and Peter had fun. The two of you worked as a good team, both similar in personalities.

They say opposites attract, but not in this case.

You scrolled until you found the song you were looking for, Gravity, pressing play when the current one had ended.

Returning to your dance partner, He took you in his arms once again and began to sway.

Being this close to him felt...different, and not in a bad way, but it definitely was not casual.

When you looked up, his eyes were trained somewhere on your face. Your heart skipped one, two, three beats, and just about stopped when you both began to lean in.

His lips met yours softly, but desperately as if they had been waiting forever.

“Can we do that again?” you asked shakily, blinking to make sure it wasn't a dream.

He smiled in relief and nodded, leaning in again, placing several smaller kisses to your lips.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that." He breathed, pulling you closer.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to." you teased.

He dipped his head slightly. "So, will you go out with me?"

"On a date? Heck yeah." You cheered.

He pulled you in for another kiss that lasted a few seconds.

"I...love you," he whispered.

You giggled. "I love you too, Star Lord."

[lokisivy]

Cardigan - Peter Quill

Warning this contains GOTG VOL3 spoilers!!!

This may contain vague mentions of trauma and Ptsd

Summary: Peter wants to go back to Earth and even though you left Earth to escape the shit you went through, you decide to go back to be with Peter.

inspired by Taylor Swift, I recommend listening to the song while reading

...

The melody of your favourite song started playing you listened to this song because it reminded you of Peter.

Peter grabbed your waist as you automatically started to slow dance he was moving slowly with the rhythm of the song.

Sequin smile, black lipstick

Sensual politics

When you are young, they assume you know nothing

"I'm going to miss you" Peter broke the silence he twirled you smoothly

"Im coming with you."

yes, you hated Earth the moment you got to leave with Thor to help in some issues with Loki you never came back and when you were done with your job you joined the guardians.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favourite

"No, you do not. you stay here and help Rocket I know the shit you've been through there and I'll be damned if you go back for me." His tone was stern but he kept the rhythm

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favourite

"Peter, I love you, I don't think I've ever loved someone this much before, please I've lived all my life being unloved by everyone around me I'm coming with you not for you for me because I need you." his eyes gave up the fight he loved you too much to let you feel hurting again.

To kiss in cars and downtown bars

Was all we needed

You drew stars around my scars

But now I'm bleedin'

"But promise me you will leave the moment you hate it there."

"I promise. but don't ever do what you did to me on Sakaar."

he held your back and lend you back causing you to lift your leg

I knew you

Tried to change the ending

Peter losing Wendy, I

I knew you

Leavin' like a father

Running like water

Peter broke up with you on Sakaar because it was getting too dangerous and he wanted you to stay out of it and go back to Asgard where it was safe. he thought wrong though you came and fought. Until the stone was safe. you left. You guys never saw each other until Thanos.

Earth was never your home but you were always thankful for Thor having open arms and welcoming you back to Asgard When you and Peter separated.

"I love you," you whispered

"I love you the most."

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favourite...

[softestqueeen]

hey guys, i know i’ve been kinda inactive these last few weeks/months, but don‘t worry, new stuff is coming! rn i‘m working on some requests, though that‘s not why i‘m making this post!

i want to do a longer fic/series that is x reader and follows reader who is a famous singer/actress through breaking up with her abusive/asshole partner, but needs someone to attend galas and stuff with her cuz it‘s award season. she gets introduced to an actor/singer/whatever kind of famous person and they offer to be their fake partner. and then slowly they fall in love and it’s kinda a fake dating/forced proximity situation.

you get the drill

as you can see, for now it‘s just a general idea and i still have to work out the plot, but most importantly i want to know what YOU would be interested in reading. mainly i’m figuring out who the love interest should be, if it’s supposed to be an actor/actress or a fictional character and then ofc who that is going to be.

for now i‘m thinking about writing about tom hiddleston as the main love interest, but as i said i‘m open to everyone and just curious about who YOU are interested in seeing.

i also want to know how you feel about the x reader thing or if you'd prefer an oc.

that’s it for now, please like and reblog if you know someone who would be interested in reading this, so this reaches (hopefully) more than 5 people. i really want to write more and something more thought through than a 2k words smut fic.

also feel free to slide into my dms!!

taglist: @silvermagnolias @milywatermelon @BigBananaa

[thatrockerhippychick]

🧬Where The Extinct Roam are now out to read!! 🧬

A Dr. Henry Wu fanfic!!!

I do NOT own Jurassic World or Jurassic Park. I do NOT own the characters from the movies or novels either. If you havent watched or read the novels. I’d definitely would!

-It is a clean science fiction romance.

-Chapter updates every week

-clean dark romance

-Long and descriptive chapters (prologue is a little short)

-18+

-Mature

-No spice or smut. No fade to black either.

-There is (clean) tension between characters.

-safe for Christians to read.

-clean romance

-It is filled with action and adventure along with mystery!

-survival

-Lovers to acquaintances back to lovers.

(Again. I do NOT own Jurassic Park or Jurassic World. Just absolutely love the series along with my favorite character Dr. Henry Wu. THIS IS A FANFICTION!! NOTHING MORE.)

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Maybe. Drabble

He's watching you on the train and he remembered one of his favorite memories if not his favorite minus your wedding.

18+ just incase

Warning just fluffy. There is angst sorry I forgot to mention it I dont think its any smutt But just incase its a married couldpe taking a shower the "he" is a celebrity who lost his wife well sort of you can find part 1 here just pick your own celeb for "he"

He watched you sitting on the train and remembered.

One of his favorite memories was just after you two had gotten married and moved in together. You both needed a shower and both needed to leave quickly.

He had convinced you to take a shower with him "just for times sake."

Its not like he hadn't seen you naked before.

He had convinced you to to take a bath with him. Something you had later admitted you wanted but was just nervous about.

You both had discussed moving in together and the. Getting married just cause your mom said she would have done that. So you wanted her to be happy with you and Chris well why would he object to having yiu around all the time.

But the shower was really for time's sake. His phone had been in the shower before so he knew it was water proof. You both had taken turns under the shower head singing off you had just rinsed conditioner off as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders giving you a kiss on your shoulder. You giggle making him smile. It always made him smile. He brought the camera up for a selfie.

"Say cheese"

Oh my God baby no" he saw on the camera how wide your eyes had gotten

"Only shoulders up I promise.

"Come on," he kissed closer to your neck. "Our first shower."

You roll your eyes

"Please baby I promise"

Another kiss on the neck

"Shoulders up thats all."

He kisses you again.

"Ok okay I need a cold shower now though."

He tells you a joke but he can't remember the joke now it had to be shower related or made rain. He wished to God he could remember the joke. But whatever it was it made you laugh out loud holding on to his arm which was wrapped around you

And he had quickly taken a few pictures one where he was looking down and another where he was looking over at you. You were unaware still laughing out and he had no idea until he took a look at the photo how he was looking at you so adoringly. In love he was in love he knew but he never saw how he looked at you. And the next one was you looking up at him with the same look of adoration and love and joy.

The last one was of both of you looking at the camera. Cheesy smiles but you both were so happy, content.

He'd give almost anything for thay feeling again..give anything but you that is.

Tag list

@nana1000night @sapphire-rogers @patzammit @sparklybarbarianninja @hawkeyes-queen

[letthewhumpbegin]

Survival - a Jurassic World fanfiction

Title: Survival Fandom: Jurassic World Genre: hurt/comfort, angst Characters: Owen Grady, Claire Dearing, Zach Mitchell, Gray Mitchell, Barry.

Summary: Owen immediately realised he had walked straight into the trap these animals were only too good at setting up. He stared intently at the animal in front of him, doing his utter best to read its expression to try and determine when the attack from behind would be coming.

Word count: 11400 No. of chapters: 7 Warnings: mentions of blood and animal-induced wounds. Mentions of medical procedures and (field) hospitals (starting from chapter 5). Original post date: 27 June 2022 Completed: yes

POSTED ON: AO3: click here FF.net: click here

Any and all feedback on my writing is highly appreciated 😇🥰. You can find my full writing masterlist here.

[bellarkeselection]

Oh how I miss writing Hybrid Trainer (Owen fic) and just writing for his character in general 😢 ❤️

[addieraesfanfic]

LOVE AND WAR CHAPTER 1

goodnight robicheaux x oc

summary: addie and goody haven’t seen each other for years. what will happen when they see each other again? will their love re-kindle?

The second I heard a knock at my door I had a bad feeling in my stomach. I don’t know why, but I did.

“Who is it?” I called out as my hand grazed my pistol that was sitting on my bedside table.

“The name’s Faraday. Joshua Faraday. Sam Chisolm sent me.”

“God damn,” I laughed to myself in pure shock. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Sam. I walked over to open up the door. The man was a little under 6ft, he was probably give or take 4 years older than I was. I gave him a small smile as I held my hand out to shake his. He responded and tipped his hat to me.

“So how did you meet Chisolm? You seem to be a hell of a lot younger than he is.” Faraday asked as we trotted our horses to the “meeting spot”.

“For the record I’m 32 so not that much younger if you ask me. About seven or so years ago I knew a fella named Goodnight. Him and Sam were friends so I knew him.”

“Goodnight Robicheaux?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yes sir, we were um… good friends but my Daddy wasn’t a huge fan of me and him being together if you know what I mean.” It was true, I was in love with Goody but my Daddy hated him so much he made us move states. But he’s been dead for five years now and I live on my own. I wish I could go back and tell him I wasn’t leaving. Faraday didn’t respond, all he did was let out a little chuckle as we stopped at this huge tree. There were a few people scattered around the tree. I hopped off my horse as I ran up to Sam and gave him a hug. He groaned as our bodies collided and held me tight.

“Goody’s here,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled away from me. I saw him. He was leaning up against the tree, cigarette in hand.

“Who’s the lady?” I asked as I tried to forget Goody was a yard away from me.

“That’s Emma. We work for her,”

I smiled kindly as I walked over and shook her hand.

“How are you?” I asked.

“Glad to see another woman,” She laughed in content as we shook hands. I let go of her hand and walked up to Goody.

“Hey,” I greeted quietly. His head shot up so fast you’d think he’d heard a ghost. I couldn’t quite read his facial expression as he took a long draw of his cigarette, never breaking eye contact with me. I was horrified, I know that sounds stupid. I didn’t have a reason to be horrified of him, when I told him I had to leave he was nothing but kind and understanding. I’ll never forget what he said to me that day. “maybe someday we’ll see each other again and we can start over,”. I still loved him, I never touched any other man since him. It sounds pathetic but I couldn’t. I guess I held onto the hope that someday we’d see each other again.

“How’s your Daddy?” Goodnight asked in a smart-ass tone.

“Dead, heart attack,” I responded with a light laugh. Sure I liked my father but I’m not the most forgiving person on planet earth. I certainly wasn’t gonna forgive him for taking love away from me. Goody stood up tall and started walking towards his horse as he walked by he made sure to get as close to me as possible. I could feel his breath on my face as he spoke.

“It’s good to see you Addie,” He smiled as he put a kind hand on my shoulder before he continued to make his way over to his horse. I sighed as I wiped the sweat that gathered onto my forehead. This was gonna be a long trip.

“Who’s that?” I called out as I pointed in the general direction of a man I’ve never seen before.

“Billy Rocks he’s with me,” Goody responded as he put his hat back on his head. I walked up to Faraday as he was having a conversation with Sam.

“Oh good we gotta mexican,” Faraday said sarcastically as he walked up to the poor guy.

“Ole muchacho,”

“Faraday stop being an ass,” I criticized as I walked past him, grabbing the hat off of his head in the process.

“What a merry band we are.” Goody commented as we trotted on our horses down a dusty path. He went on to give everyone a stereotype such as a “texican” and so on. But there’s one thing he said that stuck with me.

“This is not gonna end well.”

[sorryfucker]

this is the softest quillock fic i'll ever write:

[lavenderhazekristi]

Where is the Peter Quill fanfiction??? I need it!

[claireme06]

A little fic that came to my head, i hope you like it!

They has a fight, i mean, they always fight, but this time, Claire was being more harsh on him, and he was proud and si was she, things were said and she went to the room and he stayed on the couch.

It was late night, and it was very cold outside, Claire was thinking "i don't like this cold weather" thinking that Owen was the one keeping her warm all the time, she pulled the covers tight around her body and got into fetal position.

Owen was having a bad time himself, her skin was always cold, but when they got in contact with each other she always got warm, and her soft skin against his body was the best... "Damn this...." Owen said and went upstairs.

He was on the door frame, looking inside, she felt his presence and moved aside, pulling the covers up for him to climb beside her.

Owen smiled and rushed to his side, cuddling closer to her and spooning together, she smiled and let out a sigh of happiness, "im sorry" he said and kissed the back of her head... "I'm sorry" she said, and kissed his hand, content and warm, they went to sleep.

[sylvanfreckles]

(For prompt 7: Forced to Watch)

“I’d heard anger could bring out the power of Ruidus,” the woman commented, stepping back into Fearne’s line of sight. “I suppose the trigger depends on the individual. He’s important to you, is he?”

Yep, adding to this one! Time to see what happened to Fearne and Orym when Imogen and Ashton were captured by the Ruby Vanguard!

[h-worksrambles]

I’m going to make a prediction:

The Mario movie will come out and be perfectly average. Jack Black’s Bowser will be the most popular part of the movie by far.

And I mean…really popular.

He will become the new favourite on Tumblr getting a ton of fanart and fanfics. The rare Tumblr sexyman who is not a skinny white twink. Fans will desperately look for anyone in the movie to ship him with. Many will gravitate to Luigi. Others to Peach (no one will want to ship him with Chris Pratt Mario). Some will be so desperate, that they’ll go full Onceler and ship him with AU versions of himself.

And at that moment, the furries and scalies who’ve been obsessing over Bowser for decades will rise up as one, as their thirst finally becomes publicly accepted by the masses. And the furries will finally take their place as the rulers of Tumblr. Snapcube Shadow the Hedgehog making furries legal was just the prelude to the oncoming storm…

And you will all have Illumination to thank/blame.