#i haven’t been reading many coz i been sad and only really reading x reader

[worstwolverinesbf]

Erm Poolverine fic recs please pleaaaseeeee pleaseeeeepleaaaseeeeepleaseeeeeeeee..?

hehehehehehheheehe yeah i can do that!

i wrote out a bunch and tumblr was mean and got rid of it so im sad now but im still gonna do this!

ok so first things first, please check all the tags and content warnings and everything because poolverine has some crazy good fics that can also be very triggering.

Eating Eggshell by Transformatron otherwise known as @bougiebutchbinch is so good! Wade’s trying to figure out her relationship with Logan! Wade’s also a trans woman who hadn’t cracked her egg yet! BBB, I wanna hug you for writing this! Also Logan’s intersex and it’s great!

Puppy’s Pen by panties_on_boys is great! Wade goes looking for a Wolvie and finds one who works as a professional dom and its so hot! It’s also a really cool interpretation of a Logan variant because it fits him so well!

i don’t want to miss a thing by @weedwilson is a sickfic or as close as the fandom can get to one! its great and i love it and i wanna hug ya, weedwilson! they get freaky and logan helps wade feel better and its great!

smokin’s a sin, ya know? by laynie_addie is stunning. its got teacher logan and wade being an absolute horndog over it! it drives me insane coz i love professor logan so much! its so gooooooood

if we hit on troubled waters (i’ll be the one to keep you safe and warm) by habkeineangst is great! its pretty short but its nice if you like panic attack angst!

also if you want angst and also fun stuff, you should read literally any of @icarusredwings stuff on here coz its amazing and i love all of it!

[hellofanimagination]

Hesitant Alien (Part 3)

Prompt: Requested by Anonymous “ would u maybe consider another of the hesitant alien thing?? it's such a good story! (if ur stuck maybe... gee thinks kissing/couple stuff is normal and the readers like no.. no coz u probs don't like me romantically and gees all but I do and ya maybe??)💋”

Word Count: 1,874

Pairing: Alien!Gerard x Reader

A/N: Part 1 and 2

--

Gerard races to the ship, shouting excitedly about something finally working. You can’t help the disappointment that settles in your gut as Gerard pulls away and leaves you for the ship but you also can’t blame them, and the disappointment soon turns to curiosity.  The ship is beeping and Gerard climbs inside while you wait outside nervously. You hear a voice and stick your head in, a screen is lit up on the console and Gerard is talking a mile a minute to a curly haired alien on the screen. 

“Oh, Ray, this planet is amazing!” Gerard grins and you smile at them. “Oh!” They yank you into the ship, landing on their lap and you feel your entire body heat up and blush pink. Ray is glancing at you with a soft look and you smile in return. “This is, Y/N! She’s my friend.”

“Hello, Y/N, you seem to have made quite an impression on Gerard.” Ray has a calm voice, a stark contrast to Gerard’s excitedly rambling. 

Everything moves so quickly after that, Ray explains that there was never anything wrong with Gerard’s ship but rather their planet was invaded shortly after his launch and they had destroyed communication and everything about the launch in order to protect Gerard. The ship crashed because Earth’s atmosphere was stronger than they had anticipated and the ship was not prepared to handle it. The planet is safe now, invasion had turned into communication and then a treaty, no one was harmed, and they had been fixing the communications system all this time. 

Gerard is beyond relieved, of course, they can go home and see their family and friends. A stone sits in your stomach but you work around it, ignore it, push it aside and focus on how excited your friend is. Ray is a genius and says he can walk Gerard through how to fix the ship and recalibrate the system to withstand the atmosphere within a few days. A few days.

A few days and your sweet alien will be gone. 

You smile despite yourself and Gerard grins back at you, hazel eyes practically glowing with joy. They start immediately, drawing up plans and talking a mile a minute at Ray, who looks at Gerard with familial affection. You have to leave, unable to watch any longer for fear of crying in front of them. Inside the house feels empty despite it being very lived in, despite Gerard’s hoodies all over the floor and leftovers left out on the counter and dishes on the coffee table and you ache deep in your chest. You love them, you really do, and now you’re going to lose them. 

--

The second day Gerard is up and out of bed before you; you wake up alone, reaching out for a body long gone. Your chest feels empty as you make your way into the main area of the house and glance out the backdoor to find Gerard underneath the ship and speaking so fast in a language you can’t understand. They had told you awhile back that their ship has the ability to translate any language so everyone can always be understood and that they haven’t been speaking English at all, the fact that you can’t understand what they must be shouting to Ray now is worrying, why would they turn the translator off?

You watch them for a moment but you don’t want them to see you in this mood, you don’t want them to think you’re upset with them or anything. You head into the kitchen and see that Gerard had made oatmeal, dirty bowl and spoon in the sink, so you forgo making breakfast for the two of you like usual and just pour a bowl of Frosted Flakes and head back to your room to get ready for work. 

You’re on your way out the door when Gerard stops you, hand on your waist, and you meet their eyes, smiling nervously. Gerard kisses your cheek, too quick for you to respond, and your face heats up.

“Have a good day at work!” They say, wide smile on their face and you laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Forgetting, for a moment, that this is the end.

Gerard leaves then, heading back to their ship and you shake your head, smiling and feeling slightly better as you head to work. 

--

It goes like this for days, Gerard spends hours and hours working, rarely has time for you, rarely has time to eat and sleep. They just work and you just mope and it feels like an ending that won’t end. It’s early morning on your day off and you were sitting on the couch pretending to read but not having any luck focusing. A loud noise suddenly fills the air, similar to a car starting up but louder and more mechanical. You’re up and on your feet, heading out back and finding Gerard grinning at their ship with a look of pride painting on their face. The sight makes your heart swell, love drowning out the sick feeling in your stomach that won’t seem to leave.

You venture into the yard, bare feet on the grass wet with dew. It tickles and reminds you of Gerard in a way, childlike wonder. They notice you, eyes lighting up, and you can’t help but smile at them. They take your hand, leading you closer, and holding hands they tell you how the ship will fly and how it knows the way home and how they can’t wait to get to Reprise.

Your chest aches, your body feels cold, and when Gerard mentions pancakes before they pack up you don’t question it. You feel like you’ve disconnected from your body, like you got pushed to the back of your head and are watching everything like a movie screen. A tragedy happening and you can only watch.

You take them to the diner you went to a few days ago, a booth near the back and Gerard drowning their pancakes in strawberry syrup again. You just get coffee, holding the hot mug between your hands but not drinking it, not feeling the warmth, watching Gerard read the labels on the sugar packets. You watch their fingers move against the packets, their fork, slender and calloused; watch their eyes scanning over food and words and everything in between, endless curiosity; watch red drop from their fork to their shirt, sticky on their lips and teeth. You watch and don’t speak and it really does feel like an ending.

You don’t think you’ll be able to step foot in this diner again after they leave. How will you go home? How will you sleep in your bed? So many what ifs spinning in your head and making you sick when Gerard’s hand touches your arm and you flinch away violently.

They look hurt and you flush with shame.

“Are you okay?”

You take a shaky breath, feeling pop rocks in your lungs and it burns behind your eyes. You grip your mug too tight, hands aching, uncomfortable in your own skin, unsure, unwanted, nowhere to go. The only place you want to be is back in bed, Gerard sleeping beside you, even breathing, chest rising and falling and the wind is gentle outside, warm and calm and the moment never has to end. Safe, loved.

“Ya,” you mumble, quickly breaking eye contact and casting your gaze to your muddy coffee.

“Ok…” They sound unsure, sad, but you don’t know how to fix it because you can’t pull yourself together. Your heart feels shattered and of course they were gonna leave but...please stay?

Gerard doesn’t finish their pancakes, sticky red mess left over when you know they always lick their plate clean. Guilt and shame burn in your gut but you can’t speak, can’t breath. Gerard is leaving and they’re taking your air with them, taking your heart and your morning breakfast laughs and kisses before work and hand holding and...everything that matters.

You stuff your hands in your pockets as you walk home, noting how Gerard looks hurt once again and you don’t know how to stop hurting them. You didn’t mean to fall for them, you didn’t mean to get attached and you don’t know how to let them go. You walk home in silence, Gerard behind you and your legs moving without thought.

--

Home is cold and you freeze in the living room, unsure how to live in a place without them. Their still here, sure, but for how much longer?

The answer is two days longer.

After two more days of feeling lost and heartbroken the ship’s final adjustments are made, Gerard’s bag packed and sitting by the back door. Gerard is standing outside by the ship, just looking at it when you join them. They notice you and everything is cold and unsure but they hold out their hand anyway and you take it because you miss them and you’re scared and alone and you need to. Gerard smiles softly and pulls you closer. 

“You fixed it.” You say, voice hesitant. Gerard nods

“Now we can go visit my family.”

Wait, what?

“You want me to come with you?”

“Of course I do.”

“I-I thought you were leaving.” Your voice wobbles, wet, and Gerard wraps you in their embrace.

“No, I can’t leave you, I don’t want to, I just need to go back.” Your mind reels, stomach churning and heart pounding. They want you still. You nuzzle into their shoulder for a moment before looking at them, finding your faces close and you kiss them, without thought. Your lips meet and you lick into their mouth, wet and deep and they grip your hips, pulls you closer, the world spins.

You pull away just as quickly as it had begun and almost fall trying to get away from Gerard.

“I’m so sorry!” You stumble, hands coming up to your mouth, face red. 

“Sorry? We’ve done that before.” They tilt their head, confused puppy look on their face.

“No, Gee, people don’t just kiss their friends on Earth, it’s something for couples, people in love.” You explain and they smile.

“I know, Y/N, Tv is a great way to learn about human relationships. And,” Gerard steps closer to you, your feet almost touch. “I want that with you.”

“Oh.” Oh!

Everything freezes and speeds up and disappears and your heart pounds. You feel hot and cold and broken open and you smile slowly and Gerard steps into your space, leaning hesitantly in and you meet them halfway, lips finding each other’s like they always should. This kiss is slow and gentle and easy, it’s full of love and meaning and you melt all down your spine. Your arms wrap around their shoulders, their hands on your waist, lips sliding together in perfect harmony, sweetly hesitant. Your bodies pressed together, you pull away slowly, eyes opening carefully and Gerard’s hand comes up to caress your cheek.

“It’ll just be a visit to Reprise and then back home.”

Home.

“I’ll follow you anywhere.”

“Let’s hold hands instead.” They suggest and you grin, hand in hand you head inside to pack your things.