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[im-hqlover]

Weekly Update Post.

(Okay, doing this a second time because tumblr bugged, I hope it works now.) 

Soooo, I decided that I will do an update post every week, reporting on the status of what I'm writing, along with a little spoiler of what I've already written, so, spoiler alert!

As you can see I have written a lot of things, but my problem is that somehow i can't get some of my ideas down on paper, because of that i'm writing several things at the same time, but it comes to a point that i just don't know how to unfold the story, and this is annoying me a lot. I hope you understand why I haven't posted anything recently.

Arkham Knight (AK) - Chapter 2 

Words written so far: 1473

Status: Last edition 40 days ago / Very hard written block / Hiatus / I may have to rewrite this

Spoiler:

- Baby, I'm going to have to go back to Bludhaven.

- Can I go with you? - I asked him while turning off my cell phone and paying attention to him. 

- No, you better stay here, it's safer. 

- But- 

- No, you will stay here, it is the best, and you know it. - He approaches me and I get up from the couch and stand in front of him. 

- Okay… just be careful. 

- I promise. - He takes my hand and kisses it softly, he always did that when he promised me something. - I'll be back tomorrow, okay? 

Arranged marriage/Royal AU (AM/RAU) - Chapter 4 

Words written so far: 2693 

Status: Last edition a week ago (or are there two? I don't remember)/ Writing block / Little hiatus / May I need to rewrite.

Spoiler: I had my suspicions that this was supposed to be a gift from Jason, since he was the only option for me to have left a gift on our bed, but why would he give me a gift? Maybe I was wrong and he just left it there to deliver to someone else later. 

Dinosaur Trainer (DT) - Chapter 2 

Words written so far: 5827

Status: Last edition yesterday / Little Tiny Writing Block / Thinking about what the other characters would say is a very difficult task.

Spoiler:

- Owen Grady, it's nice to meet you. - He extends his hand, I shake it too and return the smile. 

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Grady. - We pulled our hands away, and again, I don't know how I didn't stutter to answer. 

- Call me Owen. - I nod, and muttered an "ok", he greeted Mr. Masrani and then the four of us sit at the round table, Simon was still sitting across from me, with Hoskins at his left side, and Owen standing between Hoskins and me. Kodi continued to lie on my left side, occasionally taking cold water from the glass bowl. 

DT - Fallen Kingdom - A new life (part 2 of Mistakes) 

Words written so far: 1230 

Status: Last edition 3 days ago / Little Written Block 

Spoiler:

- Look, Sleeping Beauty woke up. - He approached the two of us with a bag and coffee cups, I just roll my eyes at what he said and hear Maisie laugh.

- My prince charming didn't come to wake me with a kiss of true love. - I answer him by joining the game, and Owen and Maisie laugh, I try to sit up with a lot of effort, but it seems to me that I was still a little weak. 

- Wait. Maisie, can you hold this for me? - He handed her the bag and the coffees, and then put a hand on my back to help me adjust. - How are you? 

Outer Space is the Limit (OSitL) - Chapter 1 

Words written so far: 3450 

Status: Last edition 5 days ago / Little Writing Block

Spoiler:

- I am Groot! - That being on my leg raised its head looking at me with big eyes, and in a way I found it kind of cute? Okay, maybe that was weird. Peter approaches me and crouches in front of me, close to where was what it said was Groot.

- Well, it seems to me that you already knew Groot - Peter removes the small being from my leg and puts it on his shoulder, and then offers his hand which I took nervously, and then he helps me to stand again. 

- I am groot! - The little one raises its hands in the air when saying its name animatedly. 

There's an alien in my bed (TAB) - Chapter 1 

Words written so far: 4360

Status: Last edition 4 or 5 days ago / Little Writing Block 

Spoiler:

- Why the hell do you think he's gonna come because of me? - I feel my throat burn as I speak. 

- Because apparently you're the only one he really cares about. - As soon as he said, more tears fell. 

- If he really cared about me, he wouldn't have left me without telling me. - I whisper, saying it more to myself than to anyone else.  

Ideas I had but I don't know when or if I will actually write 

Passengers - Jim Preston x reader

What I have in mind: Six months after Jim Preston woke up, another hibernation capsule gave problem, y/n l/n awakens from hibernation almost 90 years before reaching Homestead II, when she woke up everything looked confused, but it got worse when she didn't see anyone there, if they were about to arrive at Homestead II, how was she the only one awake? Or she thought she was the only one awake, until she finds Jim Preston. 

Back to the Wild West (BWW)- The Magnificent Seven - Joshua Faraday x reader

What I have in mind: Y/n L/n and Marty Collins are fanatical about the Back to the Future trilogy, and when the boredom of Social Isolation due to the pandemic hits them, Marty, who is a scientist, decides that he would create a time machine, of course y/n said he was crazy to think that would be possible, but he did, but then regret knocks on his door when he makes it work, that would be a mistake, they would have to destroy it, leave no trace and not let anyone know. But y/n had other plans, she wanted to go back to the wild west, just stay a day or two to see what it was like and then come back. Marty hesitantly accepted, and so they took what was needed and y/n went back to the wild west, but she ends up getting stuck there, how would she get back to her time? What wrong could happen? 

PrattPack Imagines/Oneshots/Headcanons. 

I'm kind of stealing the idea from @im-an-octopus where she does some headcanon about some Chris Pratt's characters, and I really wanted to do something like that, but I don't know if I'm really going to do this or when I'm going to do this, but it's been on my mind for a few days now. (And maybe accept requests from them)

Characters that would include:

Peter Quill

Owen Grady

Josh Faraday

Jim Preston 

Andy Dwyer (maybe, I need to watch more Parks and Recreation to find out more about him)

Onward - Barley Lightfoot x Reader

I'm divided into three ideas, and I don’t know if I write them all or choose only one. 

First: Y/n is a mermaid, coming from a special lineage with several stories, and perhaps one of the only families that continues with her ancient traditions, so she along with her father, mother and brother ended up moving away from the rest of the family and moving to Mushroom Town, but when she finds out that her family is in danger, an unknown person says that she must find two people, a wizard and a knight, she was very confused because of this, and said that wizards no longer exist, but not long after she sees a news about Ian Lightfoot she went to find him, because she believed he was who that unknown person was talking to. Maybe this will be a long journey. What surprises await for you?

(both the second and the third would happen kind of in an AU where it happens in the real world, and everyone is human)

Second: Y/n is new to the city, and is in the penultimate year of High School, she feels out of place and alone, in the beginning some people even tried to be friends with her, but when y/n realized that they were assholes she walked away and decided it was better to be alone, who needs friends, right? Everything seemed to be going well, or at least the best possible, until school literature work needed to be done in pairs, the pairs were drawn and she ended up with Barley Lightfoot, she wasn't very comfortable with that, not because of the things she had heard about him, but because she really didn't want to do that to other people, because she was afraid that she could do something and he would end up making fun of her and she would suffer again, but things were much better than she expected and maybe that was the beginning of a new friendship? Or something else? 

Third: Y/n's younger brother got hooked by QoY, and because of that, he and his friends would go to an event that would take place in the city, where it would be kind of a rpg but with everyone acting and dressing properly instead of being on the board, with their father traveling, y/n is responsible for taking his brother there and waiting until everything is over, but maybe with some events the heart of y/n will end up being stolen by a handsome knight. 

[octopodeez]

HC/Confession: Hi please don't judge me but whenever I see smut with Owen Grady, Peter Quill, heck all 4 of the guys in the PrattPack, I kinda can't help but to wish the reader could be super dom sometimes. Like I headcanon buff!dino trainer!bae being Owen's Alpha instead because he needs to 'learn who's the real alpha' and shit does that get him flustered and confused (heck I need a fanfic for that). Or like Faraday and a bartender!reader who teaches him how good she can be with her own hands-

1. FAM BASED ON THE SHIT IVE POSTED IN THE PAST I HAVE ZERO ROOM TO JUDGE TRUST ME LMAO

2. This is hot af I love it so much and like highkey I’ve always pictured Quill as the biggest god damn sub ever like————-

3. BUT YO IM ALSO HERE FOR RAPTOR TRAINER BAE (or omg a higher up when Owen was in the Navy????)

4. I’m a huge slut for this bartender idea god bless

5. I crave more headcanons pls everyone send them in I miss doing this 😩

[kourumi]

Huevember Day 15- #b513fd

@prattpack‘s Naliara!

“I'm just a little bit caught in the middle. Life is a maze and love is a riddle, I don't know where to go, can't do it alone. I've tried and I don't know why....“

[eternalchant]

smooches u on the lips hello I love u I dont really have anything to say just I love u :/

i love u so much unicorn....

[thesunvanished]

[theoneandonlyowengrady]

I’ll Never Leave You Again

Request: Hey do you think if you haven’t already, write a fic where the reader gets into a very heated fight with Owen. Like maybe they got in trouble at work, and he’s always overprotective of them and just doesn’t want to see them hurt, and they can “take care of themselves.” So Owen says something that he regrets, and he leaves for a couple days. Where he comes back. Something along those lines if that makes any sense? You can definitely shift things up, and add any other things in as well.

Requested By: @broadwayandnetflix

fluff | angst | triggering | violence [moderate] | language

Wordcount: 2023

We go through our lives always wondering if we’ll be happy, if we’re making the right decisions, or if we really matter to anybody or anything at all. You had things figured out for the most par. Happy? Yeah, as happy as happy gets. Right decisions? Sure, if taking care of dinosaurs and swatting at mosquitoes everyday was a good one. Did you matter to anybody? To your friends, your coworkers. To that goddamn Owen Grady, and if you were trying to be sentimental, to the dinos you looked after, even the raptors. Did you matter to the universe? No, nobody really does. But bringing dinosaurs back from extinction- that did. And you helped with that.

The island was humid and misty. Your eyes kept watering from the threat of a storm in the air and your clothes stuck to your sweaty skin. It was a slow day compared to the middle of the summer. Vacation days were winding down, visitors were many but yet still few. Screaming little kids were already strapped in on their planes and on their way home to suburbia. 

The walkie-talkie strapped to your khaki shorts vibrated and gurgled. You reached down for it and kept your eyes glued to the throngs of tourists grazing through the streets.

“Come in, Y/N. We’ve got an irritated triceratops down here, scaring some of the guests. We think she’s getting sick. Might wanna come check it out.”

You laughed to yourself as a little kid jumped and pointed at the giant science building at the end of the road.

“On it, I’ll be there in ten,” you said, clicking the walkie back into its place.

The island itself was large, but the area really used by the park was small. The ride would have been quicker had you not had to fight for space on the main roads.

When you arrived, the guests had been lead away, and there were two other people there. One them was your friend- he worked mainly with the babies, and they probably called him since he cared for her when she was young and wanted to try bringing in a comforting face. The other was a usual ranger, somebody the rest of the staff would consider a passing-by face. He smiled a handsome crooked smile and waved as you approached.

“What’s going on?” You asked, your hands finding a spot on your hips. You squinted against the heat and the humidity.

“She’s been acting up lately. Go bad today, she tried attacking one of the spheres. Of course, the people inside were fine, just afraid.”

“Could be natural behavior for an animal,” you said.

“Or she could be sick,” your friend shrugged with a sigh. “Wants to be left alone.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to take a look,” you said, rolling up your sleeves so they rested just above your forearms. 

You slid through the gate into her enclosure, the other two men trailing behind you. She was big now. She rested on the ground in the shade, her breathing hard and heavy. Foam bubbled at the corners of her mouth, her pointed snout dug into the cool dirt.

“Hey, girl,” you whispered, kneeling beside her.

She let out a weak groan which turned into a muted roar. She huffed, the air leaving her nose like wisps of smoke. 

You frowned, reaching out to rub her head. She flinched away at first, but gradually the trust she held a few days ago at her last check-up returned.

“She might have a little passing bug,” you said, “if she has it, chances are its going around between all of them. We’ll wanna check them all.”

You turned your head away from her and squinted back at the guys, their hands in their pockets. Your friend frowned and began to make his way over.

“Hey, baby girl,” he said as he neared, “you’re not feeling well?”

She cried out again and began to throw herself up to her feet.

“Woah, woah there,” you said, standing up slowly and holding your hands out, “it’s alright, nobody gonna hurt you.”

She stomped her front foot into the dirt, a cloud of dry dust rising around her. She snarled and huffed, the air from her nose warm and wet. You held up your hands still.

“Shh, shh,” you tried, “it’s alright.”

Your friend held up his hands and reached one out for her, his lips parted and head tilted back uncertainly.

“Hey, just leave her for now. It’ll just-”

In all happened within a second. He inched forward another step and the dino grunted and reared back her head, horns shining under the yellow sun. He dove to the right to escape her path and rolled down over a small hill.

You back up towards the other guy, your feet moving quickly and steadily away from the upset triceratops.

She huffed again and rubbed her foot in the dirt like a bull. She bowed her head and grunted, almost howled, in your direction.

“Go,” you said to the man, “go help him.”

He moved slowly and carefully towards the trainer, lying there clutching his wrist and panting. You held your hands up and breathed slowly, cautiously.

“It’s okay,” you whispered.

She reared up again and charged. You waited as long as you could and then leapt in the other direction, towards the two men limping for the exit. At first it was fine and you scrambled to your feet, unaware of the damage.

As you tried to straighten yourself out, a stabbing pain ran down through your side and across your stomach. You collapsed into the dirt. A drizzle began to fall.

“Shit!” You yelled, “fuck!”

You clutched your side in a frenzy and pulled your hand away, your fingers covered in slick red blood. Your breathing fastened and you glanced back at the dino rearing and roaring.

“Dammit! Dammit, get out!” You yelled, struggling to your feet and holding onto your side, bloody and torn. You limped quickly to them, the new guy reaching out to help you.

“Go, go!” You yelled, grabbing onto his shoulder, your weight falling against him. Black spots danced in your vision, but your tripped along, towards the door.

She began to huff again. She reared and ran towards the both of you, head down, horns at the ready.

“Go!” You screamed.

The man ran and lifted you, nearly tossing you through the door as he tripped and fell down onto the other side of the gate. Your friend hurried to your side as the door dropped from above, slamming against the ground with a shake.

“Y/N!” He yelled as you laid on your back, gnawing on your lower lip to stop the pain.

“I’m fine!” You said, “I’m fine, just call for help. I’m fine. I’m fine.”

The other man grabbed his phone and began speaking, his words rushed and panicked. Your friend pressed his hands against your would, already covered in a fresh layer of blood. More people ran in around you, having heard the screams. You let your head fall back despite your will to stay awake. But you were tired.

So you went to sleep.

When you woke up everything was fine. You were sitting up in a hospital bed, your stomach wrapped up with fresh white gauze. You looked around, mouth dry and lips chapped.

“Y/N?” Owen asked, pulling the curtain around your bed open.

You smiled, “hi, Owen.”

He sighed and hurried to you, his hands grabbed your cheeks and pulling you in for a long, sad kiss.

“I thought you were going to die,” he said.

“I’d never,” you teased, laughing. But he didn’t laugh. His hands dropped form your face.

“It was stupid, what you did. You should’ve waited for more people or even just- just-”

“Owen,” you said, “I did my job. Nobody could’ve-”

“You could’ve gotten hurt so much worse,” he said.

“From the looks of things, I can probably leave soon. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal?” He shouted, standing up and running his fingers through his hair. He turned back to you, his face red with rage. “The big deal is that you make dumb decisions! You don’t think about me, or the people who love you! You only think about yourself! You could have died! Do you know what that means? You’re so immature and irresponsible and- and-”

Your mouth fell open and your eyes stung. You tried to shake your head, but your neck was sore, and the movement seemed impossible. You watched him. Watched his eyes, watched his face shift an his lips turn down into a frown.

“Owen, what the hell?” You asked, your voice breaking.

“I just-” he tried, sniffing and rubbing his hand across his stubble. He looked down and squeezed his eyes shut. When he looked back up, he was angry again.

“Owen, it was an accident. They happen.”

“You don’t get mauled-” he stopped himself, held his breath. You looked on at him, watched his hands clench into fists.

“Owen-”

He turned away from you and walked out. He left the curtain open. Claire was approaching with a vase of fresh flowers and stood, watching him go. She turned to you, eyebrows crooked and mouth parted. You pressed your lips together and looked up to try and force the tears back down.

But it didn’t work. You cried.

A few days later and you were home sitting on your couch watching Friends but not really paying attention. Your face was sore from crying.

Could he have been right? Should you have waited? Should things have gone differently?

Your side still hurt, but it was stitched up well and you had plenty of medicine to dull it out. What hurt the most was the memory of Owen standing there, so upset, so angry. Medicine couldn’t numb that pain. You knew that fact well.

Your cellphone buzzed but you left it where it was, focusing emptily on the screen in front of you. Your legs were covered in a soft blanket and an empty carton of ice cream was strewn out on the other side of the couch.

The doorknob turned and pulled. Probably claire checking in on you again. She had brought you home the first day. She brought you dinner, then breakfast, then lunch. Then just dinner. She had called and texted you over and over again to see how you were feeling. Asking when you wanted to jump back into work.

You grabbed for a tissue and wiped away some stray tears that had fallen without you realizing. The door closed softly.

“Claire, I’m not hungry. You don’t have to keep taking care of me. I can take care of myself.”

“Like you did last week?” Owen asked, his voice gentle.

You turned to him, the blanket slipping from your legs with the motion. “Owen?”

He looked down and shrugged. “Y/N, I...”

You shrunk in on yourself, tears bubbling up at your eyes.

“I didn’t mean any of that. I didn’t.”

Your lower lip began to quiver and a tear dropped down and skipped along your cheek. You looked up at him, and he looked down at you.

“Y/N,” he said, walking over, “I don’t want to leave you. I don’t-”

You ducked your head, your shoulders bouncing as you cried. He made his way around to you and sat on the couch.

“I’m here now. I won’t leave you again. I was dumb and stupid and cruel and wrong.”

You fell over into his chest crying. He wrapped his arms around either side of you and pulled you close, into his warmth. You could hear his heart racing under his skin. You closed your fingers around his shirt and held onto him, crying in pain because of your wound and because of the hurt in your head from the last few days. He pulled you in closer and leaned backwards, bringing you on top of him.

“I’ll never leave again,” he said into your ear, pressing his face down into the crook of your neck. “I’ll never leave you again.”

[hylfystt]

tell me about nethalie and her feelings about her FAMILY plz

tfw ur internet has been. fucking up so u haven’t been able to fucking post this and your original post got deleted so. lmao this is sad and short

nethalie hawke loves her family so much. she. she just cares a lot. about everyone. and everything tbh. she cares too much probably lmao it stresses her out. but while she. loves her family so much they uhhhhh. also bring her the worst pain in her life bc she blames herself for the death of bethany and her mother and she always feels like she let carver down because she was never strong enough to be the person she felt he needed and she let bethany and her mother die under her care and she hates herself bc she’s never been strong enough for anyone. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[eternalchant]

prattpack replied to your post: “literally all i’ll ever say about anders is that like uhhhhh. i don’t....”:

my favorite anders fun fact is that he just comes @ you and insults your s/o to tell you why you should date him instead like............

YEA it’s... :\\