#Chris Pratt fanfiction

[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.

[mischievous-thunder]

Flashback scenes? More like a cry your heart out session

[marvelmcumania]

SPOTIFY?

Pairing: Peter Quill x Fem Reader

Summary: You introduce Peter to Spotify.

Note:Okay my first Peter Quill drabble? IDK I tried cute and all hehe and this not a promo for spotify English is not my first language Do not repost Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts

Navigation | Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist |Peter Quill Masterlist

You met Peter during his welcoming party from space it was weird cause his Grandpa said they had lost him since he was a child, but weirder word had left when an alien attack happened and he was a part of them.

"So you fought a purple giant alien?" you asked him warily, drinking your mimosas

"Yes, I was a part of it" You nod giving him a smile he has been so handsome from that day you two became great friends he shared with you about his time in space and why he was kidnapped.

"So your dad wanted you and he was a freaking planet?" Peter's story got weirder day by day you both were sitting in a cafe.

He nods gulping his coffee "You heard that right after my mom died" he pauses for a moment his face changing and you keep your hand on his "And then I ran away a spaceship came and took me the person who took me was a real father to me even though I screamed David Hasselhoff is my dad" he chuckles and then continues the story of how Yondu saved him from creepy ravagers to sacrificing himself and how his father was killer of his mom.

Much later he talked about the love of his life who was sacrificed for the soul stone when questioned about the stone he replied saying it was another long story and that the present one is dead but her old version is living which again was for another story.

After having more talks Peter and you started deciding on dating giving it a try since your shitty exes. Now you both were cuddling on the sofa scrolling through your phone and showing him the latest technology although he had used the advanced one that too in space.

"Hey hey wait what is that?"

"What?"

You swipe the phone"The green icon?" he says pointing towards it.

"Ah, this" you clicked on it "This is Spotify a music app" Peter's eyes widened looking at it.

"So we don't use those music players?" You shook your head smiling at him.

"No, but we can see the lyrics also you need to buy premium" He cocks his eyebrows at you "Yep they added weird features but hey the app is fun except for them stopping being greedy."

He nods taking the phone from you and you start teaching him how to use the app he is excited that now people have no worries about the wires sticking but the fun with it the old ones was different.

Taking your hand he puts on the music and then spends the day enjoying dance and music and soon finding love for each other

[siriuslydaz3d]

lone star | Peter Quill

Summary: the aftermath of a life altering fight.

A/N: cross posted on my wattpad in honor of my Peter Quill collection hitting 105K and being #1 in fandom imagines.

The Milano drifted through the dark expanse of space, an echo of loneliness amid the vast, indifferent cosmos. Inside, the Guardians had all mostly fallen silent, each wrapped in their own private turmoil. Peter sat alone in the cockpit, his gaze fixed on the shimmering stars beyond. He could hardly see them through the blur of his tears.

You had tried to find solace in the endless reaches of the universe, hoping that time and distance would heal the fractures in your relationship with Peter. But the galaxy had a cruel way of amplifying pain rather than mending it.

The argument that had torn you apart replayed in Peter’s mind with relentless cruelty. It had been a shouting match, born from frustration and unspoken fears. The kind of argument that left scars deeper than any physical wound could ever imagine.

"I can’t keep doing this, Peter!" you had yelled, your voice breaking off near the end. "We’re not the same people we used to be. We’re suffocating each other."

Peter had tried to hold on, but his attempts to reach out only drove you further away. "I don’t know how to fix this!" he had shouted back, desperation and vulnerability lacing his words. "I thought we’d make it work. I thought… I thought you were my forever."

Your departure from the cockpit was a crushing silence, each step echoing the finality of the end. You retreated to a other room for the night, avoiding his eyes as you passed him in the narrow corridors of the ship. It felt like an entire lifetime had collapsed into those few moments.

Now, alone in the cockpit, Peter replayed the memory of your last moments together, unable to escape the crushing realization of how far he had let things fall apart. The words you’d exchanged seemed to float around him like specters, haunting and accusing.

He had tried to convince himself that breaking up was the right thing, that it was necessary for both of you to find yourselves. But every moment spent apart made the agony of that decision sink deeper into his soul, eating away at him as the seconds ticked by.

He reached for a familiar object—a mixtape, a relic from when things were simpler, when every song seemed to speak of a bright future together. He had made it for you, filled with songs that once made you both smile and dance. Now, it was just a reminder of how broken things had become.

The first notes of the mixtape played, each song a sharp reminder of your shared past. The lyrics, once full of promise and joy, now twisted into cruel echoes of what could have been. Peter buried his face in his hands, overwhelmed by the weight of his regret and sorrow.

He had hoped that time would make things easier, that the pain would eventually dull. But as he sat alone in the cockpit, the cold, sterile environment of the ship seemed to mock him, emphasizing the chasm between you that he could never truly bridge. Every star outside the window felt like a distant, unreachable point of light, reflecting the void left by your absence.

In the quiet of the Milano, the reality settled in: the space between you was not just physical but emotional and irrevocable. And as the stars glimmered coldly in the infinite void, Peter was left with nothing but the haunting silence of what once was and a broken heart that nothing in the cosmos could ever mend.

[bamboobooshark]

PETER QUILL • 🎇

New Year’s Kiss || 700 Words || P.G. 13 Rating || Fandom: Marvel (Gaurdians of The Galaxy)

Author’s Note: Sigh. Quill is infecting my head badly. Take a short fic (more of a blurb) on a New Year’s kiss with him!

CONTENT WARNINGS: Slightly suggestive content, Make-out scene, Language, Pet names.

The TV played in front of you and Peter. The crowd began to count down with the large timer on the shiny building. Quill smiled, admiring how you got all wide-eyed while looking at the screen as if you were really there and standing in the large, noisy crowd. He reached his hands down to intertwine his fingers with yours. You slipped your fingers with his slowly before meeting his eyes. You both gave each other that goofy, loving grin before counting down together. Your fingers squeezed each other’s hands tighter by the second before the count down reached one. “Happy new year, baby,” Quill whispered to you sweetly. You murmured it back kindly before Peter’s hands took to your cheeks. Your breath quickly picked up when he did so, your eyes flickering back and forth between the TV screen and his hazel eyes. You settled down and kissed his lips gently and he quickly returned the gesture. He sighed softly once you pulled back. One of his hands slid down to the small of your back and the other held the back of your head. “I need to get some more kisses in,” he murmured as he nuzzled against your neck. Your hands reached behind him as you gasped, your fingers grabbing at his shirt. “First make out session of the year?” you asked with a chuckle. Quill nodded against the flesh of your neck before he began to gently nip at your throat. You tossed your head back from the sensation and to give him more access to your neck. Your breath got heavier causing Peter to chuckle. “Ain’t that a pretty sound?” he crooned as he led you to the couch. You used one hand to stabilize and sit yourself down on one of the cushions. Peter’s name came out as a broken stammer as he bit at your throat once more. “It’s okay, honey. Breathe for me. Just breathe,” he guided softly. You nodded your head and let yourself sink into the cushions. He smiled against your skin before letting out a heavy sigh. He moved himself and you so he was hovering over you. “Yeah, there. Good job. Good fuckin’ job,” he praised quietly. He grabbed your wrists gently and led your hands to his curls. You took it as an invitation to tangle your fingers into his locks. He moved down, almost laying down on you. Quill grinned down at you and you returned the look. “Takin’ forever, Quill,” you teased. He gave you a challenging look before beginning to kiss your lips. Patterns of grunts, moans, and hitched breaths came from the two of you. His teeth caught at your bottom lip and held it there. “Want in,” he growled. He released your lip before you quickly took his request. Your lips parted for him, your fingers tightening in his hair to prepare yourself. His tongue went straight for yours. You whined, Peter huffed. One hand moved to your cheek to gently caress it while the other held him up. You tasted him as he did the same, taking you in generously. He groaned into your mouth. Your hands traveled down to the hem of his shirt and went under. Your hands ran along his firm stomach. He began to get greedy. His hand that was on your cheek moved to your neck. Your breath hitched and Peter pulled back. A long string of saliva connected your lips. Both you and him were breathing as if there was barely an air left on Earth. Your eyes looked glossy and he was quick to note it. “Breathe, baby. I’m not gonna choke you. I just need you closer,” he crooned. His thumb ran to the center of your throat, to your chin, then back down. A minute or two passed before you quickly slipped your hands to the small of his back. You pushed down to wordlessly signal your need for Quill. “Alright! Calm down. Patience is a virtue, baby,” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes before kissing his lips. You opened your mouth, immediately wanting to get back where you left off. He released a groan into your mouth, a murmured “fuck,” following it. Your tongue slipped past his lips and you were practically devouring him inside his mouth. His body shivered as he finally reacted. More. You both just needed more. That’s what you gave each other.

Tag List: @wimpyvamps @gh0stlyb34r

[raccoonfallsharder]

headcanon 3 (quill)

here’s the deal

I genuinely cannot think of MCU Peter Quill without being like “this man is the most innocent Terran (at least from the US but - possibly everywhere?) left in the galaxy”

like he doesn’t know about social media, the trump presidency, student loans, school shootings, anti-vaxxers, anti-maskers, american imperialism, medical debt, or incels

if you told MCU Peter Quill “oh yeah nazis are back” he’d be like “ah yes, terrans must've cracked the code on time travel since i've been gone”

he thinks "the climate crisis" refers to the amount of ozone-depleting substances in the atmosphere and he's like "didn't we fix that in '86?"

he thinks that if he’d stayed on earth he’d have a house in the burbs with a white picket fence and you have to be like “no bby I’m so sorry the housing market tho”

of course he's seen some shit, he gets depressed from time to time, has experienced tragedy and loss, etc (not me writing an essay about how that report card in his backpack damns every teacher he had in the year his mother was dying and has become a cornerstone of how he views himself) but like ultimately, he is still SO hopeful, SO optimistic. he would be incapable of understanding y/n's constant repetition of "my retirement plan is walking into the ocean"

and yes I do plan to lean into this in every fucking fanfic I write that he happens to be mentioned in

[mpreghotties]

[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.)

[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 😢 ❤️

[sorryfucker]

outing myself as a quillock shipper AND a bottom!adam warlock truther by writing this:

[countrymusiclover]

Daughter of Dino Legends readers, hit me up with any ideas you have because I am stuck on what should happen next

@abaker74 @oldmanwithashield

[im-a-heartstomper]

by the way a lot of the things that have been said about chris pratt that make him look bad are just not true. he does care about his son a lot, he never went to that homophobic church (although his way of defending himself was... really fucking weird and suspicious. like you are religious what are you even talking about) and HE DID NOT COMPARE HIMSELF TO JESUS. WHO THE HELL EVEN CAME UP WITH THAT. and honestly from what I've seen- he's not THAT BAD of a person. he's just really fucking stupid and needs to be careful of what he says.

some things he's said are just bad... like the ed joke... that was just bad. the mother's day post on the other hand, HE WAS NOT THROWING SHADE TO ANYONE. JUST BECAUSE HE DIDN'T MENTION THE MOTHER OF HIS SON BY NAME DOES NOT MEAN HE WAS THROWING SHADE AT HER. also he's not a white supremacist. even if he was, he wouldn't display that on a hat. no sane person would. that is NOT WHAT THE HAT WAS FOR.

now the animal abuse is a completely different story. i have not looked into it because that topic makes me uncomfortable but from a surface level search... yikes. who the hell tries to give away their cat on facebook? and honestly im not even going to mention the other one. just... yikes.

also! on a lighter note... he ships Thor, Star-Lord, and Gamora so. I'm just putting that out there.

[caribbean1989]

Jurassic World - writing masterlist

Here you can find all fanfics I have written for Jurassic World. The full list can be found under the break.

SURVIVAL

Characters: Owen Grady, Claire Dearing, Barry, Zach Mitchell, Gray Mitchell. Genre: hurt/comfort, angst 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.

Multi-chaptered fic. Hurt!Owen. Some spoilers for Jurassic World 1.

Read on: AO3 | FF.net

[sapphicpenguin]

is sticky compelling enough to watch the Marvel movies for the first time in 2024AD? apologies if this is a hammer meeting hornets nest question lol

I did not forget you I promise! I wanted to answer this after I had shown The Winter Soldier to my boyfriend (who hasn't seen early marvel movies) so I could have evidence, but then it took us a week to get to. I now have a more expert opinion, though. No hornets nests I don't think. Also this is all my opinion no one sue me.

Okay so first of all, there are like 20-something marvel movies and the majority of them are not worth watching unless you have a emotional attachment to someone involved, you're nostalgic, or are researching for fanfiction. I don't know your tastes exactly but I'm not condemning you to hours of movies unless you know for sure they're what you want lol. (No judgement though if they end up being your favorites, to be clear.) I like the Iron Man movies, the first Thor is hilarious, the first Avengers is fun, Guardians of the Galaxy is fun if you can stand watching Chris Pratt, but like. you're fine without all of it. There are better things happening in the world.

I think Steve/Bucky is an awesome ship, and I love their characterization in the early movies. The fanfiction for that ship is better than any other, hands down. One of my favorite poems was written about them. There are full metafictions analyzing fake historical books written in their universe. It's like nothing I've ever seen. Experiencing the MCU has totally been worth it for me, just for that. If you want to explore them and the fic, I would say the bare minimum would be the first two Captain Americas.

The First Avenger (#1) is a backstory for Steve and Bucky and mostly takes place during WW2. You don't have to have watched any other movies, and I think it's quite enjoyable. Steve has a straight romance in it, which did result in a lot of gay shippers sidelining/hating the main female character, which is a shame because she's awesome! Fans need to either agree to disagree but also maybe invite some polyamory into their shipping. Anyway. Awesome intro to them--not gonna win an award, but great soundtrack, great characters, solid story. There's some propaganda (although a lot of it is self-aware and the main characters comment on it?) and there's some cheesy comic book fighting, but honestly I have fun with it.

The Winter Soldier (#2) is (as you probably know) THE Stucky movie. Even saying that is kinda spoiling it, but ah well. Now there are a few movies that happen in between, but I'm gonna say read a Wikipedia summary of the first Avengers (2012) and you're good to go. You just have to know that aliens attacked New York, and that Steve's been hanging out in the future with other superheros. (If you end up wanting to read iconic 2012-13 Avengers fic where they're all a found family, maybe watch Avengers 1 so you can get the vibes. That's a good reason.) TWS is a good ass movie. Genuinely. It's got political thriller vibes and it has the best character dynamics in any Marvel movie--especially for Black Widow/Natasha. Soundtrack is good, fight choreography is at its best, everyone's snarky and tender, Sebastian Stan puts his whole pussy into making puppy dog eyes while shooting people--it's the Stucky thesis statement, and it's required reading for the fanfiction.

The only other movie that is interesting Steve/Bucky-wise is Civil War (#3)--but that one functions more as an Avengers movie, and you would need to watch the preceding movies. It hinges on the fact that Steve would do anything for Bucky, which I enjoy watching, but I can't say it's worth it if you don't care about any of the other characters. Just know that Steve would defy all governments for his boyfriend. That's the thesis.

The thing to know going forward from TWS: it goes downhill, and Steve's character is destroyed. Not right away, there are some good shenanigans, but (spoiler warning) Avengers Endgame is one of the worst things I've ever watched and Steve's ending destroys his character and removes the autonomy from one of their best female characters, as well as spitting in the face of Bucky and their relationship (even platonically it's still a betrayal). If you get into it and want to keep going, I just need you to know this. I need you to know that they're not gonna give you anything better than what you've seen. Their AO3 tag has more than enough for a lifetime. You'll be fine.

As a preacher of the Stucky gospel, I say watch at least two fun movies so you can be witness to one of the greatest ships of this generation. It's only like 4 hours of your life. It'll be educational at the very least.

Okay thank you for asking <3<3<3 Let me know if you end up getting into it! And feel free to ask for fic recs if you end up being interested!