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[pedroscurls]

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training partners (pt. 10)

summary: with your trainer's help this last week, you slowly find your way back to yourself again... and you finally have the courage to tell hugh more details about your relationship with jack and it only makes him angrier. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: angst - mentions of toxic relationship, verbal / physical abuse (not with hugh!). implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), no use of y/n. word count: 2.4k a/n: anyway, we're getting into the reader's backstory with jack, so it's going to be a bit dark... and consider this the first argument between reader and hugh... gonna be a tough next couple of chapters, but trust me when i say there will be a happy ending at the end of all of this! as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman. prev part.

You’d taken today off to drop your trainer off at the airport. This last week had gone too fast and while it was emotionally and mentally exhausting, it was just what you needed to remind yourself just how far you’d come. There’s still something lingering in the pit of your stomach, the anxiety that you’ll need to have a conversation with Hugh about everything that’s happened with you and Jack. He knows bits and pieces that you’ve shared before, but he doesn’t know the full picture. 

“You gonna be okay?” she asks. 

“I think so,” you nod. “I can’t let Jack run my life anymore.”

Your trainer pulls you into a hug, holding you tight. “You’re a good person,” she whispers. “And you never should have gone through what you did. He should have never put you through that.” 

You can feel tears stinging your eyes as you wrap your arms around her as well. She had been a godsend and so important in your journey in finding yourself again. She empowered you, motivated you, and helped you see just how worthy you are. 

When she pulls away, she smiles in your direction. “Hugh loves you,” she points out. “Allow yourself to be loved because you’re worthy of it. You’re enough.” 

You nod, wiping any fallen tears from your cheeks. “I just don’t want to disappoint him… What if he realizes that I’m not what he thought I’d be, that maybe all the pain I’m still working through isn’t worth it?”

She rolls her eyes playfully. “You don’t see the way he looks at you, do you?”  

You share your head. 

“Well, that man looks at you like you can do no wrong. Like you’re the only person that matters. Trust me, you are worth it.” 

“Part of me is also nervous… To talk to Hugh and tell him everything. He knows bits and pieces, but…”

“He’ll understand,” she replies. 

“And if he doesn’t?”

“He will.” 

You sigh and then pull her in for another hug. “Thank you for coming here, for being there for me. Again.” 

She lets out a quiet laugh and gives you a tight squeeze before she pulls away. “If Hugh wants to invite me back, let me know. I’d be happy to visit again,” she winks. 

“I’ll let him know. Get home safe.” 

“Remember how far you’ve come, okay?” she says. “And if Jack crosses any lines, it might be time to get the authorities involved.”

You nod in agreement. “I know… I just don’t want it to get to that point.” 

“Let’s hope it doesn’t.” 

—

Later that night, you’re sitting out on the balcony of the hotel room with a notebook on your lap. You had tried to write some talking points to go over when Hugh gets home. You know he’s going to be tired, but you know that if you don’t have this conversation with him, you may never will. 

You know he’s on his way back to the hotel and your heart races faster and faster. You can feel the anxiety course through your veins and even with the notes you had written down, you still don’t feel all that confident. It’s not the fact that you have to tell Hugh what happened, but it’s the fact that you’d have to relive everything that Jack had put you through. 

When you hear the hotel room door open, you stand up and turn to look over your shoulder and make eye contact with Hugh. He looks tired, but at the sight of you, his eyes light up and a broad smile lines his lips. This must be what your trainer was referring to… about the way he looks at you. It eases your nerves, calms you down and keeps you grounded because with Hugh, you have always felt safe. 

He steps out into the balcony with you and pulls you into his arms, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Hi, baby. Missed you on set today.” 

You smile to yourself and shut your notebook, setting it on the chair you were sitting on and away from his line of view. “I missed you too.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders, hands playing with the hair at his nape. “How was filming?”

“It was good. Movie’s coming along.” Hugh holds you closer to him, eyes falling shut as he holds you in his arms. This was what he was looking forward to all day. Being with you. He knows that this last week had helped a great deal, having your personal trainer here had helped immensely. You weren’t so much on edge anymore and it felt like things were going back to normal. Before Jack entered the picture. “And how was your day? You get home safe after dropping her off?” 

“Oh yeah,” you nod. “It was nice having her here. Thank you for doing that, baby. You really didn’t need to and–”

“I know,” he says quietly. “But I wanted to. I knew she would help… in ways that I couldn’t.” 

“I love you,” you smile. “I’m really lucky.” 

“I love you too, baby.” He pecks your lips and then slowly pulls away. “I’m gonna take a quick shower and maybe we can order in for dinner?” 

“Wait, Hugh…” 

“Yeah?”

“After your shower, can we talk?” 

Hugh’s brow furrows, biting the inside of his cheek as his hands move to rest on your hips. “What about?” 

“Just…” you bite your lower lip. “It’s nothing bad. I just–” 

Hugh tilts his head to the side. He can sense your worry, your anxiety, so he just nods and leans in to peck your lips lightly. “Okay, baby. We’ll talk after my shower.” As he turns to walk back into the room, you reach out for him and pull him back into a tight hug. Your face buries into his chest, arms tightening around his frame as you hold onto him for a few seconds longer. 

“You sure you’re okay?” he whispers. 

“I will be.” 

—

Hugh’s shower doesn’t last that long. He tries not to overthink about what you wanted to talk about, but he can’t help the tug he feels in the pit of his stomach. Now he’s worried, he’s concerned. He quickly changes into a pair of black sweatpants and a Global Citizen t-shirt. He dries his damp hair with a towel and steps back out into the room, seeing you still outside on the balcony. You’re writing in your notebook again and he knows that you only write when you have something on your mind, something that you can’t shake. 

Quietly, he steps out with you and smiles in your direction. Hugh watches you close your notebook, setting it on the small table. He doesn’t let you get up, instead, he scoops you into his arms and then sits in the same chair with you on his lap. 

“Okay, let’s talk, baby,” he says, leaning in to kiss your cheek as he drapes an arm over your legs. Hugh tries not to make it seem like he’s nervous and he isn’t even sure if you take notice because he can see that your mind has drifted, and can feel the tension in your shoulder blades. 

“Jack–”

“What?” 

You take a deep breath and move an arm around his shoulders. “I need to tell you about– about Jack.”

“Baby, you don’t have to–”

“I need to, Hugh.” 

He can see the tears in your eyes and a piece of his heart breaks at the sight. Hugh cups your cheek and gently brushes his thumb across your skin, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. “Okay,” he says softly. “I’m here. I’m listening.”

You nod and bite your lower lip. “So, we were together for three years…” 

“That I knew.” 

“The– The abuse, the manipulation, everything happened so fast. I didn’t even realize what was happening until I realized it was too late.” 

Hugh tightens his jaw. He feels anger bubbling within him, but he opts to remain quiet, to keep a neutral look on his face. He knows that you need this, that you need to tell him and he can’t react because he fears that if he does, you’re going to pull away and he knows how important this is that you’re telling him. 

“I had gotten used to his insults… so much so that I started to believe him.” you’re about to get off his lap, about to pull away from him, but he keeps a firm hold on you. When you look into his eyes, all you can see is the concern in his features and the subtle desire to take your pain away. 

“Oh baby…” Hugh whispers quietly. 

“I’m weak and I’m not brave,” you continue. “And that’s because of Jack. I should have left at the first sign of his verbal abuse, but I always–” you can feel your breath catch in your throat. “I always justified his actions. Always felt like it was my fault, that he was acting the way he was and saying the things he’d say because of me. Because I was making things difficult for him.” 

Hugh tightens his jaw when you look away from him, the anger simmering in the pit of his stomach. 

“And I believed him. I thought– I thought I could give all of my love to him and he’d see how much I cared for him, how much I was willing to do anything for him. Because I did,” you say with a disappointed tone. “I did love him and when he broke up with me – he broke up with me –” you shake your head. “It was my fault. It was always my fault. Mine.” 

“Baby, no…” Hugh shakes his head and cups your cheek, his gaze locked onto yours. 

“I couldn’t even break up with him, Hugh. All of the nasty things he’s said to me and I couldn’t–” you shake your head and stand up from his lap before he can pull you back. “I was heartbroken when Jack broke up with me because he made me believe that no one would ever love me… that I wasn’t worthy of love and I fucking believed him.”

Hugh’s foot taps against the floor incessantly. He wants to reach out for you, but he always wants to find Jack and cause him just the same amount of pain – if not more. But then, he hears the words leave your lips and he jumps up from his chair. 

“He hit me once.”

“What?” 

“Hugh…”

“No no, he what?” 

You bite your lower lip and stare up at him. You can see the anger clear in his features and you gently reach out for him, but he just shakes his head. He’s fuming, hands shaking at his sides at your admission. You know this was going to happen, had even expected this reaction, but seeing it firsthand is entirely different. You don’t know how you can even calm him down. 

“I got angry because he had made me make him dinner after a long fucking day at work and–” you sigh. “After that, I learned how to fight because I knew that if he put his hands on me again, I’d fight back and–” 

“Wait, he hit you? Put his hands on you?”

“Hugh…”

“No, baby.” Tears are now pooling at his eyes. “He doesn’t get to do that, do you hear me? He has no fucking right–”

“Hugh!” you raise your voice, staring up at him. “I’m not telling you this to make you angry. I’m telling you this so you can understand why he had so much control over me, why I reacted the way I did when I saw him that one night at dinner, why it’s so fucking hard for me to see how worthy I am of this, of you.” 

Hugh shakes his head. He’s trying – truly, he’s trying so fucking hard to understand (and there’s a big part of him that does), but all he can see is this man putting his hands on you, putting thoughts and words into your mind that aren’t true. 

“Give me his number. The number he called you from a couple of weeks ago,” Hugh says. 

“No.”

“Baby, he can’t just get away with thinking that what he did to you was okay. He can’t get away with still making you feel the way that you do.”

“What are you going to do? Go and beat him up?” you ask, shaking your head. “Hugh, you’d get arrested! It’d be all over the media and–”

“I don’t care!” Hugh yells – it’s the first time that he’s ever raised his voice at you and when he sees you take a step back, it brings him back to reality. “I’m sorry,” he sighs. “I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I just– I can’t fathom this man walking around thinking like he did no wrong, baby.” 

“Nothing you do will help him see that, Hugh.”

“No? Well he hasn’t dealt with someone like me and–”

“Just stop!” 

Hugh furrows a brow. “Baby–”

“No, Hugh…” you cross your arms over your chest, wanting so badly to just get away from this all, away from Jack, away from Hugh. “I don’t need you to save me… I don’t need you to go back to my past and make things better. I just need you to understand the shit I went through is what made me who I am today. And I’m still healing… I’m still working on it, and I just–” your breath catches in your throat once more. “You’ve been so patient with me, so understanding that I figured I’d at least tell you everything because… because I will have moments where it’ll be hard for me to snap out of it.”

“I know, and I appreciate you telling me all of this, baby–” Hugh sighs. “But I can’t just sit here and not do anything about it.”

“You know what,” you tell him, opening the sliding door to walk back into the hotel room. “I’m gonna go for a walk. I can’t be here right now. This wasn’t how I thought this conversation would go.”

“Baby, no–” Hugh walks after you, watching you pull on a jacket and slip on your shoes as you grab your bag. “Please, just stay. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not mad at you,” you tell him quietly. “I just need some space right now.”

“I love you,” Hugh whispers. 

“I know,” you reply, grabbing the hotel key card and setting it in your bag. “I love you too, Hugh, but I just need to be alone right now. We both need to calm down before we say something we’re both going to regret.” 

You don’t give him a chance to respond because just as his mouth opens to say something, you’re already out the door. 

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[may85]

🧺Laundry Day🧺

🫶Part of a Domesticated Bliss Series🫶

It was the simplest yet strangest thing to Drover. The domestic life that he never thought he'd have again.

"No man hires me. No man fires me,"

It was his mantra. He applied it to all aspects of his world... So color him surprised when you came into his life. Like the wet it happened fast, the love blossoming each and every day.

He'd been tending to one of the newer horses when he saw you come out the back door of the house with a laundry basket of wet clothes that needed to be hung.

He left the horse to graze as he made his way to you. It was there that he took his time admiring you as you grabbed one of his shirts from the basket and shook it out.

The light blue dress that you wore, clung to your body as the wind blew, giving Drover the perfect silhouette of your back side as you turned.

He smiled as you stood on your tiptoes to reach the clothes pin. A soft chuckle escaped him when you cursed, not quite able to grasp the pin.

You gasped and slightly jumped when he gripped your waist, "Here love, let me help, yeah?"

The smile you gave him made him realize just how lucky he was to have you, "Thanks Jack,"

He handed you the the pin, "I can't have my girl hurting herself, no can I?"

You rolled your eyes and laughed, "I almost had it,"

"Course ya did, Darlin'. Course ya did,"

With a click of your tongue, you deftly hung the shirt at the seams so not to wrinkle. Drover had yet to let go of your waist. He just couldn't bring himself to.

The feel of your warmth through the material of your dress, the softness of your flesh filling his hand grounded him. He thanked whatever being in the universe for putting you in his path.

He must've zoned out watching you because you seemed perplexed, your brow pinched as you waved your hand in front of his face.

Drover blinked rapidly, "Sorry Love,"

"You okay?"

He cupped your cheek, his thumb smoothing over the apple as he smiled, "I'm more than okay,"

You grasped his wrist and tilted your head in his palm, "You sure? You seem a mi-"

Drover was quick to swoop in, his lips tasting yours in the slowest of kisses. He savored each and every gentle pull of your lips. His other hand rested at the small of your back, pulling you close.

The kiss consumed you both, the only thing making you both separate was the need to breathe. You cleared your throat, "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"

He ran his middle finger across your forehead catching a stray strand of hair where he put it behind your ear, "Just because,"

His eyes glanced at your lips as you bit the plump flesh with a slight grin, "Well, by all means, you can kiss me like that anytime,"

He chuckled, resting his forehead against yours, "Oh I plan on to Darlin'. Every day, for the rest of my life,"

It took some time for the rest of the clothes to be hung, but in between kisses and soft caresses, Drover helped you empty the basket.

The domestic life. Who would've thought?

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Jax Teller x Reader-A Very Special Valentines Day

Another story for the lovely @wild-rose-35 with the prompt Valentines Day proposal for my Valentines Day Drabble Writing Challrnge!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Today was Valentine’s Day. 

At first Y/n thought Jax had forgotten, which she would’ve understood given everything that was happening with the club. 

But then Clay popped back to the garage after a meeting he had,  to give Gemma some flowers, before saying ‘happy valentines day’ to her. 

Right in front of them.

And still Jax said nothing. 

When Y/n asked what their plan was for tonight; Jax just glanced up at her and said “It’s gonna be a late one just grab whatever you want.”

That’s why Y/n went to Lylas. 

She needed to be somewhere other than home just for a little bit; but then Opie arrived and Y/n took that as her cue to go back home. 

Whilst driving home, thoughts flooded she thought about what to say to Jax….she wondered if she’d done something wrong…and then, as she pulled up outside their home,  the most heartbreaking thought popped into her mind. What if she walked through the door to only be met with the words her heart couldn’t bear to hear….We’re over….

She wished she could stay in the car forever; avoiding the conversation her mind had persuaded her was going to happen, but she couldn’t avoid him forever. 

‘It’s better to know the truth,’ Y/n thought to herself as she got out of the car and opened the door to their home.

At first; she thought she’d wandered into an alternate reality because when she opened the door, she was greeted to an entirely different scenario than what she had expected.

Rose petals were scattered over the floor;  fairy lights were hanging on the walls, clipped with pictures of them they’d taken with each other throughout the years.

And in the center of the kitchen counter was a very cute little Valentine’s Day card.

“Did you really think I’d forget?” Jax asked behind her. 

Making Y/n turn around instantly, only for her to see Jax kneeling down on one knee…

“Jax…?” She breathed, tentatively walking towards him, trying to stop her heart from beating out of her chest. 

“Y/n Y/l/n,” he began, pulling a black box from his pocket, opening it to reveal the most beautiful ring Y/n had ever seen.

“Will you marry me?”

In that moment, Y/n forgot how to breathe, she was expecting to have Jax breaking up with her this evening not proposing to her. 

But here he was, doing just that. 

He hadn’t forgotten; this had been his plan all along. 

“Of course I will,” Y/n answered with a beaming smile, happy tears forming  in her y/e/c eyes as Jax stood up and put the gorgeous ring on Y/n's slightly shaky hand before placing a passionate kiss on Y/n's lips, whispers of love and affection shared between them.

This was certainly not how Y/n thought her Valentine’s Day would end…but she wouldn’t change it for the world. 

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Masterlist of reblogged authors during 2023 L-M

This is the list of the writers that I reblogged during this year 2023 in alphabetical order. Unfortunately, some blogs no longer exist, so they were not included.

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@marvellousimagines

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@may85

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[may85]

Send me a prompt and one of the characters below! :

💙Logan/Wolverine💛

🖤Van Helsing💚

🤎Drover/Jack Clancy🤍

— subtle physical affection prompts 𓆩♡𓆪

i hope everyone is having a great new year so far! enjoy :D

pushing strands of their hair out of their face

brushing the dust of their clothes

wiping off a food stain near their lips (bonus: you lick it off your fingers)

briefly tracing the lines of their palms

patiently helping them put their shoes on

teasingly playing with the string of their hoodie

nose boops

comparing hand sizes

accidentally grazing their hands as both of you are reaching for the same object

gentle massages for their shoulders

delicately putting your hand on their back

playful stabs with your fingers onto the side of their waist

ever so light forehead pecks

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Some Hearts ~ Part 4

My Blurb: Happy Friday! I know this is moving slow but things are going to be picking up soon!

Disclaimer:  Alas, I own nothing but my ideas. I do not give permission for my writing to be shared anywhere without my consent. 

Summary: Reacher never needed anyone, he was a lone wolf and preferred it that way. But when he finds his mate beaten and bruised one night, she and the rest of the 110th show Reacher the benefits of being in a pack. Fated Mates, Shifter AU

Pairing: Jack Reacher x OFC Morgan Stone

Warnings: There are some darker things in this fic. Morgan is a rape and abuse survivor. Nothing is explicitly detailed but be advised. Your media consumption is your responsibility. This is a fated mates, wolf shifter AU and will contain claming, biting, mating and other wolf pack related things. 

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Reacher’s Cabin, Rock Hill Village

Moseley had been gone no more than ten minutes when Charlie made her way down the stairs. She made her way to the kitchen sniffing the air “Is that their chicken pot pie? Maybe I need to break my arm.” she laughed ignoring the anxious glances he cast towards the loft. “She’s fine. She’ll be down soon, she just needed a minute. It’s been a big day and the shower wore her out.” 

“I can bring the food upstairs.” Reacher eyed the table where he had set up the food, drinks, utensils and plates. “I’ll carry her down here.” He headed towards the stairs but stopped when Charlie jumped into his path. 

“Reacher, from what we know, she has spent the last couple weeks on the run from some men who didn’t care about her, who actively hurt her. She’s going to need a minute to realize you aren’t like them.” She gave him a pointed look before pulling on her jacket. “If you guys need anything, you know we’re all here to help.” 

Reacher nodded, “Thank you Charlie. It is appreciated.” She smiled, closing the door behind her and heading to her car. He locked the door, watching her car disappear until the sound of creaking wood had him turning to see Morgan coming down the stairs. His breath caught as he took her in. Her hair was braided over one shoulder, leaving a small damp mark on the large shirt…his shirt…she was wearing. It hit right above her knees leaving a gap of skin visible that disappeared under a pair of long gray socks. Looking her over he watched a blush creep up her neck and onto her face. He approached the stairs slowly until he reached the bottom step putting them nearly eye to eye. 

“I hope it’s ok, Charlie brought it in. Said it would be easier with my arm.” He was so preoccupied looking at her, it took him a minute to realize she meant the shirt. 

Clearing his throat, he held out his hand to help her down the last couple stairs. “Whatever makes your recovery easier is fine with me. You should be comfortable.” She gave him a shy smile before tentatively placing her hand in his. He heard her sharp intake of breath at the same time a comforting burst of warmth erupted where their hands connected. 

He loosened his grip, making sure she could pull away if she wanted but she merely stared at their hands. “Will that always happen?” She whispered, raising her eyes to meet his.

“I don’t know.” He answered, gently urging her towards the table. 

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A dull whirring sound pulled me from my slumber. The sun shone brightly through the window causing me to glare at the interruption to my sleep. The gray wolf had appeared again, chasing away the shadows chasing me and allowing me a peaceful and uninterrupted rest. The whirring sound happened again, pulling me out of the bed towards the window. My view faced the front yard, not giving me a view of whatever was causing the sound. Struggling into a pair of sweats with my good arm I headed downstairs, peaking into Jack’s room on the way. It was empty and his bed was neatly made. I had a fuzzy recollection of hearing the shower turn on after he had walked me to my room after dinner.

I smiled at the thought. Dinner had been…lovely, almost like a date. He told me about how his mother was the most stubborn woman in the world, refusing to tell them about the cancer that eventually took her life. “She made me who I am.” He had said, looking out the window almost reverently as he thought of her. 

Turning towards the kitchen and also finding it empty I frowned, thinking about the other things he had told me. How he formed the 110th, losing both his parents and then his brother. The only family he had left was this pack. And you, the little voice in my head whispered but I shook it away heading towards the back door when I heard the whirring again. 

Stepping onto the back deck my mouth fell open at the site before me. Jack was measuring a plank of wood and making marks on it with a pencil before double checking the measurement. Even with the cooler weather there was still sweat soaking through the gray shirt he was wearing, causing it to cling to the muscles of his back. He turned slightly, giving me a tantalizing view of his arms straining against the sleeves of the shirt. Heat unfurled in my lower stomach and I felt my nipples harden. I must have made a sound because he looked up from where he was positioning the plank on the saw, grinning when he saw me. 

“I hope I didn’t wake you, the house is pretty well insulated and your room faces the other direction.” He stood, dusting his hands off and approaching me, concern growing on his face when I didn’t answer. “Are you feeling ok?”

“Oh…what? Yes…” Get it together Morgan, I forced my eyes away from his muscles, hoping my face wasn’t as red as it felt. “I’m fine. What are you building?”

He studied me for a minute before answering my question, “I was working on a shed to store winter supplies on this side of the pack. But if you want, I can make some adjustments and make it into a livable space for myself while you get everything straightened out and stay in the house.” 

My mouth dropped open again as I absorbed his words. He was going to build a shed to live in while I lived in the house…HIS house? When did the Moon Goddess start making men like this? And where had they been when I needed them? He was still watching me carefully so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind, if he was being honest, I could be also. “You don't have to do that...I'd feel...better with you in the house.” And then I fled back inside without a backwards glance. 

I reached the kitchen island and took a breath, thankful that Jack hadn’t followed me. Tapping my fingers on the counter I decided to cook breakfast. There was no sign that Jack had cooked anything yet and doing something I loved would calm my nerves.Searching the cabinets I found the ingredients for pancakes along with bacon and eggs. He seemed like a simple breakfast guy so I started cooking. 

Putting the eggs and bacon in the oven to keep warm, I was about to attempt flipping a pancake with my good arm when his voice thundered behind me. “What are you doing?” Startled, I dropped the pan, pancake went one way and the pan headed towards my feet. Before it even hit the floor I found myself sitting on the counter, Jack’s arms tight around me. 

“I…I'm so sorry. I like to cook and I thought I could make you breakfast. I'm sorry, I should have asked first.” I curled inward, making myself as small a target as I could. 

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Jack cursed himself and the men who had hurt her when he realized she was shaking in his arms. Her head was down and her arms hugged her middle, cringing away from his arms banded around her. He sighed and backed up, giving her some room. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled. I don’t care if you cook.” She nodded her head jerkily but didn’t look at him so he continued. “I was surprised and concerned about you injuring yourself.” He tilted his head so he could catch her eye before adding, “You are welcome to do whatever you want here.”

She watched him warily, studying his face before nodding and relaxing. “My father never let me cook even though I like doing it. He said it was beneath the daughter of the pack alpha. That we had servants and maids for a reason.” 

“Who taught you to cook?” He asked, picking the pan off the floor and putting it back on the stove. 

“Ironically the head cook, she took pity on me. Dad kept me secluded when he realized I couldn’t shift so I was alone in the house alot.” Morgan smiled softly. 

“What about your mom?” It was a risk asking but Jack wanted to know everything about her. He had been honest about himself last night hoping it would break down some of her barriers but he regretted asking when the smile fell from her face. 

“There were complications with my birth. Mom didn’t make it but I did. She was dad’s fated mate, I always guessed that was why he never seemed to care for me.” she shrugged, trying to hide the pain in her eyes by hopping off the counter he had put her on and opening the oven. “I made bacon and eggs if you’re hungry.” 

He let her change the subject but filed it away to look into later. “That sounds great. Make a list of whatever else you need to cook with and we can get it when we go to the store.” He grabbed some plates and took them to the table. 

“The store? We’re going into the village?” She sounded slightly panicked at the prospect. 

“We need to get you some shoes and the rest of the pack probably knows you are out of the hospital by now.” He pointed to her socked feet with the spoon he was using to put eggs on the plates. 

She looked at her feet before adding bacon to their plates. “Ya, Charlie said she didn’t have any in my size. Why does it matter that I’m out of the hospital?”

Sitting down in the chair beside hers he smirked. “If the rest of the pack doesn’t meet you soon there’s going to be a lot more than Mosely showing up at the door.”

He felt the shift in her mood before he looked up at the nervous expression on her face. “Are they…” she swallowed, before continuing. “Are they mad I'm here?” 

“No, they are nosy like family and they want to see the unfortunate soul who got fated to me.” He grinned at her, causing her to relax. 

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Rock Hill Village, New York

Jack parked the truck in front of a two story building that I eyed warily. “What’s this place?”

“The Rock Hill Village packhouse and bar. The general store is next door. We will get you some shoes and go from there. Stay put.” He added before hopping out and rounding to my side of the truck. Opening my door his gaze fell to my socked feet and he frowned. “You can walk if you want, it’s not far. Or I could carry you.” 

I bit my lip as I considered the two options before reminding myself that Jack had been nothing but kind to me so far. “Umm…if you don’t mind, the gravel looks…” He scooped me up before I could finish the sentence, closing the truck door with his foot and starting towards the store. “Thank you.” I whispered, immediately overcome with the warmth that radiated between our bodies. 

Before he could respond the door of the store opened revealing an older woman beaming from ear to ear. “Reacher! It’s a pleasure to see you dear and with such a lovely companion.” 

Jack leaned down and let her press a kiss to his cheek. “Mrs. Moseley, always a pleasure. This is Morgan. Morgan, this is Mrs. Moseley.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, thank you for sending the food last night.” I replied, attempting to sit straighter in Jack’s arms. He strode inside the building and set me down gently, his hand remaining on my back. 

“Oh it was nothing, I would have come myself but this old hip doesn’t like those storms.” She slapped her right hip before continuing. “Although I heard it brought us you.” She smiled. “I suppose we will forgive it this time. Now what can I help you two with?” 

“Morgan needs some shoes and we need a few groceries.” Jack pulled the list I had made while we ate breakfast out of his pocket. 

“We have some women’s boots over near the window. I assume you are going to show her around the village.” Mrs. Moseley stared at Jack with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yes ma'am,” he nodded, making me bite my lip to keep from laughing. 

“Good boy,” she reached and patted his cheek. “You two go get some boots then have your tour. I’ll get the list ready for you when you are finished. She shooed us away and Jack steered me towards a wall with a selection of boots. 

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Morgan looked exhausted as they climbed the steps to the packhouse. She had met what felt like every member of the pack with a smile. Asking questions about who brings the mail to the post office, and how often visitors come to the inn. She had greeted Charlie’s mate Paul at the bank with an excited handshake and thanks for stealing her the night before. She had giggled at the banter between Reacher and Guy when they stopped by the gas station/repair shop that he managed. 

Lily O’Donnel had greeted her with a hug at the school while she watched her mate David get pelted with dodgeballs. A growl from Reacher kept him from hugging her also. He just rolled his eyes and shook her hand instead. 

“Are you doing ok? We can go home.” Reacher stepped in front of her as they reached the door, studying her face intently. 

“I’m ok. I want to meet the rest. Everyone has been so nice.” she smiled up at him, reaching for his hand and gesturing to the door. She had quickly grown comfortable with touching him and didn’t flinch when he touched her back or arm to lead her around the village. 

Everyone in the bar turned when they entered the room and Morgan pressed into his side again. Something she had done throughout the day when meeting some of the male members of the pack.. He’d be lying if it didn’t make his wolf proud that she sought safety with them. 

“I know he’s got an ugly mug but we don’t have to all stare. Were you all raised by wolves?” Sanchez laughed as he approached, breaking the awkwardness in the room. Reacher shook his hand before introducing him to Morgan. After that came his mate Milena, Orozco, Dixon, Finlay, Franz and his mate Angela and several other members of the pack.

Morgan took it all in stride, unaware of the way Reacher watched her with a smile as Neagley showed her around the packhouse. “You look like an idiot.” his gaze was pulled from his mate to eye Orozco.

“You know, other people would say it’s nice to see me so happy. Or that I have a beautiful smile.” he retorted. 

“Give him a break man, you haven’t met your mate yet. You don’t know what it’s like.” Sanchez pointed his beer bottle at Orozco, clapping Reacher on the back in solidarity. “Your whole life changes when they appear.” 

“It really does.” Reacher took a drink of his beer, turning to watch Morgan laughing easily with some of the other women. 

[usafphantom2]

F-14A-161869-VF11-MAY85 by Michel Klaveren

[starryevermore]

This past weekend I was baby sitting for a friend (we also work at the same school and I clean her house) so I finally got to watch Red Sea Diving Resort and dear gawd was it glorious to watch Ari 🤤 Man do I have some ideas rolling around in my noggin! I can't wait to read more about Sweetpea and Ari. *squeee!* 💜🥰

ari is such a dreamboat oml 🤤 i don't remember a single thing about the red sea diving resort bc i was too busy ogling at him 😍 i can't wait to share more about sweetpea and ari!

[avanatural]

@may85 💗💗💗💗💗

Mind Games

Part 1

Series summary: Set in 1984. It’s that time of the year – the supes are having the time of their lives at the Herogasm festival. Soldier Boy seems to have taken a special interest in Y/N, a fellow superhero.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x female Reader

Category: Angst, smut, 18+

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Alcohol use, mentions of drugs, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, rough sex, public sex, cursing, Soldier Boy crossing boundaries, some dub-con elements

A/N: This part contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I’m back! This is my very first Soldier Boy fic. It’s been a while since I’ve had the time to write, and then suddenly, this happened. Please note that this story was written before the Herogasm episode aired, so the details may not be accurate. I hope you enjoy!

Series Masterlist | Soldier Boy Masterlist | Part 2

Main Masterlist

Reader’s POV

“You got a beautiful smile.” The deep, cocky sound rang through my ears, demanding my attention. A strong spicy scent accompanied his voice as he came to a halt right next to me.

“Thanks.” I bowed my head a little, not allowing my Y/E/C eyes to meet his cold green ones. Instead, I focused on the bowl of beautifully arranged fruit in front of me.

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[bleufrost]

Then I am begging you to write a Hellboy drabble, plllleeeasssee!? Maybe something Christmasy if you feel up to it? 😍🥰

a/n: less christmasy than I wanted but I hope the love makes up for that! thank you for the request ❤️

There was a loud crash followed by the signature swearing and grumbling of the big, red devil you had come to love. Shaking your head, you brace yourself for the scene that awaits you when you enter the door. 

Shiny tinsel and delicately wrapped garland hung from the walls around the room. In the center stood proud a ten foot tree that you had begged Red to help you put up when the season began. There were presents placed sporadically under the tree and stockings strewn up over the mantle of the warm fireplace. Amidst it all was the source of the crash; Red sat pouting in a small mountain of shattered ornaments and bulbs, in his palm he held yet another small ornament (or at least the pieces that once made up an ornament.)

“Babe, what happened?” You can’t stop the giggle from leaving your mouth no matter how hard you try.

“These stupid little balls are way too easy to break. Have you seen my hands? They’re huge, there’s no way I’m getting this done.” Hellboy huffs angrily, throwing the small pieces of broken plastic to the ground. He turns away from you and you giggle once more before making your way over to him. Part of you was screaming to poke fun at the big guy, but a bigger and far more sensitive part of you knew that sometimes Red really did need to be reassured that he wasn’t just the big and scary monster that everyone thought him out to be.

“Hey Red, do you want me to find something else for you to do while I clean up a little?” Red scoffs and moves just that little bit further away from you. He doesn’t make any move to react further, so you take the opportunity to close the space between you two.

“What’s wrong, HB?” You run your hands up and down his arms, slowly pulling him closer to you and shutting out the cold distance between you and him. 

Red lets you draw him in, you both know that he could stand his ground if he really wants to, you couldn’t physically force him to move an inch; but emotionally you would always be able to draw him closer. “I break things. Couldn’t even put up some damn ornaments without crushing them. Worst part is, I wasn’t even trying to do it.” Red dips his head down in shame, giving you the perfect angle to run your fingers softly through his black hair. He leans into your touch like a big kitty cat.

“Red, you were born to be hard. There is nothing gentle about a god born in hell.” Red laughs cynically and looks you in the eye. “Not really making me feel any better here, babe.” You laugh and continue to run your fingers through his scalp.

“Let me finish! You weren’t born to be soft, but you’ve learned to be. Maybe things fall apart or break when you’re not trying to keep them intact, but the fact that you’ve made the effort to learn to keep them together proves that you yourself are gentle. Not everyone in your position would have denied who they were meant to be in order to become who they want to be.” Red noticeably softens as you speak. The fire within his eyes is completely extinguished and his hand comes up to cup your face. His touch is the most gentle thing you have ever felt.

“I love you.” He takes a moment to look into your eyes and dips down to place a warm kiss on your lips. When he pulls back, the lights from the tree twinkle in his eyes and you know that there is no one in this world or the next who can compare to the compassion and kindness that Red holds within the palm of his hand. His compassion was by far the strongest thing about him, and you couldn't want for anything more.

[jdmorganz]

When Joel says he was embarrassed about what he had to trade for the coffee, I can't help but to think... "What would you doooohooo for a Klondike bar!?" 😂🤣

I mean...my mind went completely south when he said that. My brain went perverted lol. Let’s be honest, in my opinion at least, Joel is a hottie, so who knows what someone asked him for. I’m just saying lol 

[thedragonkween]

How about Reader and Arthur are out towards the mountains when a small pack of wolves attack. Arthur kills them all, but he and the reader were taken by surprise when a wolf jumps the reader, biting her forearm. Before any serious damage is done, Arthur kills the wolf? Fluffy goodness ensues. 🤔🤪🤗

“So, the first thing you wanna do, is stay low.”

You mirror Arthur’s movements as he slowly crouches down behind the trunk of a fallen tree, shotgun in hand and ready to fire at the oblivious buck ahead. 

“Make sure the wind don’t pick up your scent. Now,” he continues, turning to look at you and motioning to your own weapon, “focus. Hold firm, breathe, and then fire. Should be hard to miss”. 

You listen carefully as he instructs you, wincing when the snow creaks under your weight as you adjust your aim. Everything is still. It’s not snowing anymore and the wind is not too harsh, making it the perfect time for a hunting lesson. The glistening, fresh layer of snow made tracking game all the much easier and so came your blessing, on four legs and with a pair of outstanding antlers. 

The animal, still peacefully sipping from the freezing waters of the lake, is in your sight. Taking Arthur’s advice, you exhale and press your finger on the cold trigger. The deer startles at the sound of the gun firing, but it’s too late: the bullet hits him on the shoulder and he can only limp a few steps away before Arthur finishes him with a shot at the head. Always the good shot, that man. 

You rise to your feet excitedly, unable to contain your beaming smile. “I did it! Didn’t I?” 

From beside you, Arthurs chuckles, and that sound alone warms you more and better than any fire ever could. “Not bad, princess. Guess you really are more useful with a gun in your hands than washing dishes.” He walk past you and gets closer to the deer, for which you’re grateful. He has no business seeing the embarrassing blush that spread on your cheeks at that lovely little pet name. 

It’s stupid and childish, this crush of yours. You know far too well how guarded that heart of his is, yet Arthur didn’t exactly make it hard to fall for a man like him. Try as he might, the scary outlaw facade he wanted to have shattered with every sweet pat on Jack’s head, or with every hushed word of encouragement to his horse. 

He’s a collection of little controversies that draw you in, and just as you think you’ve finally solved the riddle that is this man, he manages to surprise you again and again. 

He’s just begun to show you how to skin the deer when you hear the first howl. 

Arthur curses loudly. “Get behind me!” 

You’re just about to argue that you can do without his protection, but then the three, hungry wolves appear from the trees and you don’t have the time to think as the first attacks. It growls and snaps his jaws at you, but Arthur is quick and shoots it square between the eyes. 

The other two howl at the loss of their companion and pounce just as you aim your smaller revolver and shoot, successfully taking out another wolf. The third doesn’t stand a chance, and soon its carcass joins the other two on the blood stained snow. 

Arthur turns towards you, his gruff voice laced with worry as he asks if you’re alright. 

You nod, putting your weapon back in its holster. “They must’ve smelled that deer.” 

“Well, let’s not-shit!” There is an instant where you look dumbfoundedly at him as he calls your name, and then you’re face down on the ground as a fourth wolf jumps you. 

You don’t have time to react as its claws dig on your back, trapping you beneath its weight and the snow. Your pained yelp is muffled as its fangs find the flesh of your shoulder, white hot pain exploding behind your eyelids at its attempt to rip your arm off. 

You never welcomed the sound of a firing gun more than you do in that moment, and you guess that Arthur has yet again managed to kill the animal without hurting you as its weight sinks down on your back. 

Arthur is quick to get the wolf off of you, and you wince in pain as he help you get up. “Jesus…”, he says softly upon inspecting your wound. 

“Is it that bad?” you ask, groaning at your attempt to move your joint. It hurts like hell and your face and hair are soaked from the snow. This will probably put you out of commission for a while. Fortunately, the thick coat you wear prevented you from direct contact with the animal’s jaws and so from the threat of rabies, too. Yet, as you feel Arthur’s rough hands delicately peel the torn clothing away from your skin to take a better look at the bite, you wish you were attacked by wolves more often.

“Let’s get you back to camp, before any more of ‘hese bastards show up”, and just like that he opens his blue coat and rips part of the shirt he wears underneath, wrapping it around and under your shoulder as delicately as he can. You let him, welcoming his warmth as it seeps into your skin thanks to his closeness to you.

Despite the pain, the ride back to camp makes you feel safe and protected, sitting in front of Arthur on his horse as you bring the spoils of war to your little mismatched family. 

[may85]

To Know You Pt1

Summary: Logan is being sent back to stop a mutant from wiping everyone and everything off the planet. He encounters a young Reader in the midst and finally understands her better.

Character: Logan Howlett x Reader

Movie: X-Men

Warnings: None at the moment

Word Count: 609

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

You came into the sick bay, carrying a blanket for Logan. You knew Jean had hospital sheets, but you wanted your man to have something that would ground him if things were to get difficult.

Logan lay back on the table, staring at the ceiling until you came into his view. He smiled, opening his hand to you, needing to feel your soft skin.

“Hey Sweetheart,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze.

You leaned over, pecking his lips, “Hey Handsome. I brought you this blanket,”

As you slipped your hand from his, he placed his on your waist as you covered him. Your brow was pinched, knowing that this wasn't going to be pleasant for him.

He'd been taken back into time thanks to Kitty to deliver a message to a young Xavier about a year ago and is now needed to go back once more. This time to stop a young mutant from erasing everyone and everything from existence. 

He squeezed your hip and tried to reassure you, “I'll be fine,”

You cleared your throat and blinked away burning in your eyes. It was all you could do to not cry. This was a dangerous mission.

Fumbling with the blanket to make sure his bare toes were covered you softly replied, “I know… doesn't make this any easier though,”

Logan sat up and cupped your cheek, “I'm coming back to you, Y/N. Nothing is going to keep me away. You hear me?”

His thumb ran over the apple of your cheek as you nodded, “Loud and clear,”

Jean cleared her throat and handed you some electrodes, “Put these on his chest and hook up the wires. Match the colors to pads,”

You nodded, “Lay back hun,”

Logan did as you asked and sighed. He watched you intently as you did as Jean asked. Once the last electrode was on, he gripped your hand, bringing it to his mouth for a soft kiss.

“Be here when I get back?” He asked.

“Of course you goon,” you smiled.

Xavier and Kitty came into the bay, ready to get things rolling.

With his eyes focused only on you, Logan pulled you down to him, “Gimmie one more kiss, sweetheart. For good luck,”

The kiss was soft and thankfully he kept it PG so not to embarrass you in front of Xavier. Like with everyone else, the Professor was like a family member to you… and family meant everything.

“Y/N, Logan. Are we ready?” Xavier asked 

You shook your head no as you and Logan verbally replied, “Yes,”

Xavier, Logan, Kitty and Jean all softly laughed at your antics.

“My dear, Y/N. Everything will be fine,” the Professor patted your arm.

You nodded, biting your lip as you looked at Logan. His eyes on you.

Kitty sat at the head of Logan and popped her fingers before placing them at his temples, “Ready when y'all are,”

You backed away, knowing that the first initial shock will have Logan's claws out. Xavier sat by the side of Kitty and began to speak softly, his voice soothing and very low. You couldn't make out what he was saying.

Logan watched you until his eyes fully closed and his breathing evened out. As Kitty focused her powers, his body jerked, his claws coming out. His body was taught, the veins nearly popping.

You stood there, nearly reaching out until Jean stopped you, “Y/N… look,”

As she nodded towards Logan, you saw his body relax and his claws slowly sink back into his skin.

“We're in,” Kitty said.

“And now we wait,” Professor Xavier said.

Waiting was always the hardest part…

Requests for Logan, Van Helsing and The Drover are OPEN!

[erinelizabethh]

Are you still taking Deacon St John requests?

SO this is late. I’m sorry to be a disappointment yet again, but things aren’t going too well for me right now so my writing… is not good lol so it’s a huge possibility I won’t be taking requests at all right now. I am very, very sorry for the inconvenience; I thought at first I could handle it but shit happens. Thank you for asking :) 

[band--psycho]

Jax Teller x Reader-Plans For A Belated Valentines

For @yourwinchesterbros with the request of working on Valentines Day

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

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Y/n just wanted Jax home. 

She missed him, more so than she normally did when he was away with the club on business.

It had been an extremely long and tiring day; and in all honesty, all she wanted to do was snuggle up in Jax's arms and forget about all of it, about how stressful her day had been.

And even though she knew he wasn’t going to be there when she opened the door; she felt her heart sink slightly with disappointment when she was greeted to an empty house. 

She just wanted him home. 

Normally it was okay, she could distract herself, but it seemed that everywhere she went was surrounded by couples.

Even the Tv was only showing romance movies.

Not that it was a surprise, given that today was Valentine’s Day.

Y/n planned to stay up; to try and wait for Jax to get home, so at least she could possibly spend some brief minutes with him on Valentine’s Day; but she was so exhausted.

All she wanted to do was sleep. 

And it wasn’t long before her eyes fell shut and sleep took over.

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Jax knew what today was. 

And he hated the fact that he was away from Y/n for the whole day, and practically the entire evening. 

He was hoping he could sort things out earlier but as usual with club business, it never quite went according to plan. 

By the time he’d gotten back to charming it was already half past eleven in the evening.

He knew Y/n would be asleep; but that didn’t stop him from stopping off at the store and getting Y/n her favourite sweets and flowers to greet her the following morning with. 

He felt awful. 

He had every intention of making today special for Y/n given that it was their first proper Valentine’s Day together as a couple. 

When he opened the door, he made sure to do it as quietly as he possibly could.

And then he saw her; asleep on the couch.

He placed down the items he’d bought from the store on the kitchen counter and walked over to the sofa, kneeling down in front of Y/n. 

That’s when he noticed a little note beside her, ‘Sorry if I’m asleep by the time you get back; happy Valentine’s Day baby, I love you,’

In that moment; Jaxs heart melted.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darlin’,” he whispered, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the side of her head. 

He’d make it up to her tomorrow.

He’d give her the best belated Valentine’s Day he possibly could. 

Right now though, she needed sleep and he certainly wasn’t going to take that away from her. 

But he also wasn’t going to let her sleep on the couch; so he carefully tucked his hands under her knees and around her back, lifting her off the couch and carrying her to bed. 

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[nekoannie-chan]

Week 5 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 5 2023 or Week 161, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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♥ You can check my reading guidelines here.

♥ You can check my masterlist here.

♥ You can check my main reblog masterlist 2023 here.

♥ You can check my January reblog masterlist 2023 here.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 5 2023:

 America’s hope part I (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader; Dark! Bucky X OFC, Dark!Tony Stark X OFC; Dark! Bucky X Reader x Dark! Tony) by @ironlady1993​ 🖤❤️

Where you lead chapter II (Reader, Crossover) by @ghostlytyrantpeach​ 💚

My saviour chapter 39: What’s wrong with you, Brock? (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 🖤❤️💚💙

Ride part I: I’ve got a war in my mind (Brock Rumlow X Reader, Bucky Barnes X Reader) by @volklana​ 💚💙

John Lowe – NSFW Alphabet (John Lowe) by @agent-whiskeys-sweetheart​❤️

The wedding guest (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @oliverwxod​ 💚💙

My brother’s best friend chapter 10: Truth or dare! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ ❤️💚💙

Ride part II: I don’t care ‘bout anything but you (Brock Rumlow X Reader, Bucky Barnes X Reader) by @volklana​ 💚💙

No good deed (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @americasass81​ 🖤❤️

Book worm (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @jewels2876​ 💚

Bound & Brockened chapter 4: Play! (Dak!Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 🖤❤️

Steve’s birthday (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount​❤️

Yes to heaven (Ransom Drysdale X Housekeeper!Reader) by @sinner-as-saint​ ❤️

Reverberation of your incompetence (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @infernal-fire​🖤❤️

Ride part III: You can take my breath away (Brock Rumlow X Reader, Bucky Barnes X Reader) by @volklana​ 💚💙

Escort to the multiverse chapter II: Can you fuck her or not?! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 🖤❤️💚💙

Meteorokinesis part I (Lorna Dane X Reader) by @marvel-wlw​ 💚💙

Like a knife (Michael Morbius X Reader) by @fairytailwzard​💙

Chivalry isn’t dead part XII (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @eternal-sunshine00​💙

No more mutants (Ororo Munroe X Reader X Jean Grey) by @gaylorvader​ 💚

Janet van Dyne headcanons (Janet van Dyne X Reader) by @daisy4chain​ 💚

Reality (Thunderblink) by @thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain​💚

Meteorokinesis part II (Lorna Dane X Reader) by @marvel-wlw​ 💚💙

Chivalry isn’t dead part XIII (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @eternal-sunshine00​💙

First kiss (Michael Morbius X Reader) by @may85​ 💚

Run (Kayoko X Mituko) by @battle-royale-fanfic-blog​ 💜

Chivalry isn’t dead part XIV (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @eternal-sunshine00​💙

America’s hope part II (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader; Dark! Bucky X OFC, Dark!Tony Stark X OFC; Dark! Bucky X Reader x Dark! Tony) by @ironlady1993​ 🖤❤️