#first story

[wittlebeary]

The Gem of the Seven Crowns ( X )

Dark Royals:

-> Poly OT7/Reader | Fantasy | Angst | Feels

Summary: It was simply supposed to be a night of pretend. Dress up and feel like a princess for a couple hours and dance with strangers hidden by masks never to see them again. Then it was back to reality because fairytales are only make believe after all. Y/N is about to discover that just because fairytales are make believe doesn't mean they're not true.

Prologue

The sun cast its warm rays down to a luscious field of grass splattered with every flower possible. Noises of laughter and playful shouting seemed to reach the furthest points of the never-ending field. Sitting on a white blanket were three men; one making flower crowns, one taking food out from a picnic basket and spreading it over the blanket, and the third in a light slumber his head resting on the leg of the man making the flower crowns. Not too far from the blanket four other men run around participating in what seems like a child's game of tag. The tallest among the four was being chased by the other three. A man with long black hair tied in a low ponytail kept together by a purple ribbon seemed to be the fastest closing the distance between the taller of the four and himself. The other two didn't seem as competitive as they were holding hands and only slightly running after the tallest.

"Gotcha Jin Hyung," Jungkook, the man with the ponytail happily yells tackling the tallest to the ground.

Jin very ungracefully falls to the grass wrapping his arms around Jungkook and bringing him down as well. The two break out into happy laughter panting trying to catch their breath. The other two reach up to Jin and Jungkook smiling seeing the two acting like children.

"You two better get up before bugs start covering you. Hobi Hyung will never give you snuggles again," the man with black hair and dark blue streaks chuckles holding out his hand for them.

"Hobi Hyung loves us too much to not snuggle us," Jungkook pouts getting up from the grass and brushing himself off for good measures.

"That's only cause you're the baby here. He won't snuggle Jin Hyung until he takes at least five showers. You know how he hates bugs. It's a miracle our TaeTae over here even convinced him to go on this picnic with us," Jimin says ruffling Jungkook's hair while Taeyhung helps Jin up.

The man with dark blue hair that is shoulder length smiles his boxy smile at them flustered by the praise. They all walk back to the blanket starving from all the running ready to dig into the delicious food.

"Aww is our little meow meow enjoying the sun?" Taehyung coos to the snoozing man who has his arms wrapped around the other man's leg trapping him to the blanket.

"Let Yoon-ah sleep TaeTae he had a long week with the other kingdoms. Go annoy Hob-ah," Jin gently scolds Taehyung Hobi holding out his arms for the pouting boy.

Like nothing Taehyung throws himself at Hoseok nuzzling into his chest that adorable boxy smile on him again. Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin sit on the blanket making sure to not disturb Yoongie. It was true, Yoongie spent all week trying to settle an agreement with a neighboring kingdom something. They could never do what Yoongie did, that is how good he is. Maybe Namjoon but he would probably get very overstimulated very quickly.

"Joon-ah those are lovely dear," Jin says sitting behind Namjoon gently pulling the taller and muscular man against his chest watching him weave flowers around one another to make a flower crown.

"I made seven for us. The ones I made last spring are wilting," Namjoon says checking his work before placing it on Jin's head smiling.

Jin fixes the crown gently pulling Namjoon's chin closer to him placing a tender kiss on his lips. Namjoon goes as red and tomato causing Jin to adore him that much more. How can one of the most feared sword masters turn into a flushed mess? It never amazed the seven of them how tough and cold they seemed to everyone, one compliment or kiss can undo them right there and then. Their kryptonite or weak spot. Namjoon gives the other six crowns out smiling bigger and bigger each time one of them puts them on. He puts Yoongie's crown to the side not wanting to disturb his Hyung.

"Give me my crown Joon-ah, I will not be without your crown you worked over three hours on them. Over my dead body will I ever not wear it," Yoongie grumbles waking up very much like a cat pointing to his head pouting, and crossing his arms.

Namjoon and the rest of the men chuckle at Yoongie as Namjoon places the crown gently on Yoongie's fluffy hair placing a kiss on his forehead. Everyone giggles and kisses all over his face too not wanting to get in on the action of making Yoongie a flustered mess. The seven of them all relax and dig into the beautiful lunch that Jin and Yoongie prepared for them. There is a moment of silence as everyone is just enjoying the food and the beautiful day free of any kingdom duties.

"We should have another ball," Taehyung says out of the blue swallowing the last of his pastry a little frosting on the corner of his lips.

"A party? A little random there isn't it? Why do you want a party with snobbish people trying to get our attention," Jimin asks from where he is lying against Yoongie's chest.

Jungkook leaned forward swiping the frosting from Taehyung's lip and placing it into his own mouth keeping eye contact with Taehyung the whole time making the second youngest cough in shyness busying himself with the crown he placed to the side.

"I don't know we haven't had a ball in so long and yeah it's not fun but I like to mingle! We need a break from seriousness all the time. Why should be able to let loose too and mingle around!" Taehyung huffs crossing his arms trying to sway them.

"Mingle you say? Is the seven of us not enough to placid you," Jungkook grumbles pulling Taehyung from the collar of his shirt so they are face to face pressing a kiss to his lips a little heat behind it.

The others roll their eyes at the two youngest watching them make out in front of them a smile on their face. Even though Jungkook was the youngest he did know how to handle himself. If he wanted something or someone he would get it in anyways mean. Taehyung gasped as Jungkook created a beautiful necklace of hickeys around Taehyung's neck smirking at his work.

"Okay okay enough before this turns into a orgy. Taehyung is right we should let loose. We will see about a ball, I'm not saying it will be a definite but we will see," Yoongie says pulling Jungkook into his lap and Taehyung into Hoseok's lap.

The two of them laugh nuzzling into the older enjoying the moment with the seven of them. They wouldn't want it any other way. They wish they could stay like this forever in this field but that is not reality so might as well soak it in now.

#bts ot7 #bts x reader #bts ot7 fanfic #bts angst #bts fluff #bts hurt/comfort #bts royal #bts x female reader #BTS Jin #BTS Yoongie #BTS Hoseok #BTS Namjoon #BTS Jimin #BTS Taehyung #BTS Jungkook #bts fanfiction #bts fantasy au #first story

[taylorman2274]

We Care About You

For the past couple of days, you've been sacrificing sleep to spend more time playing Genshin. The people of Teyvat take notice and do not approve.

Content Warning(s): Liyue Archon Quest Spoilers

Notes: SAGAU; GN!Reader; First Story; Inexperienced Writer

Word Count: 1.5k

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You honestly should've seen it coming.

There were too many hints that told you what was about to happen, but you either didn't notice them or ignored them entirely.

Now you're about to fall into unconsciousness against your will, all because someone within Teyvat cared about your well-being.

"How is this even possible?" you pondered before you finally fell into sweet unconsciousness.

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The first hint happened so quick you almost missed it.

You were a couple of minutes removed from logging into the game and had just started working on your second of four daily commissions.

As you were teleporting to Dadaupa Gorge to help Wyatt look for his key, you noticed an unusual message on the loading screen.

Sleep

When night falls, make sure that you get plenty of rest!

You were lucky that you were a fast reader or else you wouldn't have been able to read that message in time.

At first, you didn't know what to think of it. Sure, Hoyoverse could've easily added it into the game, but you didn't see them ever doing such a thing. Additionally, you've never seen anyone else experience this message before.

"Probably something new," you guessed before gliding on down to speak with Wyatt.

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The second hint was a bit more noticeable than the first.

After completing Wyatt's commission, you were on your way to Falcon Coast to defeat some hilichurls. It was approaching nighttime in Teyvat when Paimon suddenly said:

"It's getting pretty late. Paimon thinks that we should go to bed soon."

You stopped gliding forward for a brief moment in slight surprise. It only took a few seconds for you to snap back to reality before pausing the game to save what airtime you had left.

"I can see a new line of text being possible, but a new voice line?" you contemplated. Like the last hint, you really didn't know what to think of it. If it was only one new voice line that got added into the game, you guess you shouldn't see that as a big surprise.

"Today has certainly been weird," you added before unpausing the game.

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It wasn't until the third hint that you started to think that something was wrong.

After defeating the two waves of hilichurls, your last commission had you beat up some cryo slimes near the Dawn Winery. You teleported to the Anemo Archon statue, grabbed a couple of Windwheel Asters, and began to glide down to the water.

However, just as you were about to pass the Dawn Winery, you began to hear a sweet melody coming from the building. This wasn't the theme you were used to hearing when you were near the Dawn Winery, so being the curious person you were, you took a quick detour to the building.

As you approached the building, the melody began increasing in volume. Furthermore, as you moved your camera you noticed the sound gradually shifting volume in-between your right and left ears.

"Wait, this isn't just a soundtrack? Someone's actually playing this?" you questioned, speaking aloud for the first time. You rarely speak your thoughts aloud, finding such an action to be awkward, but you felt that the situation warranted such a reaction out of you.

After a bit of wandering and camera movement, you pinpointed the source of the sound coming from the roof. Starting from the front of the building, you climbed up the wall and onto the balcony. You moved the camera around, trying to see if you could get a better view of the roof, and after a while, you found the source of the melody.

Venti the bard was currently straddling the roof beam with his back against the spire right near where the Anemoculus used to be. He had his eyes closed as he was playing the soothing melody on his lyre. If he noticed you, he took no note of it as he continued to play.

"Okay, now things are getting weird," you began to monologue to yourself. "I can somewhat explain a new loading screen message and a new voice line, but a new audio played by a character who is never supposed to be seen outside of archon quests and events? A change as big as this would've surely been advertised by Hoyoverse on social media, right? So why does it feel like I'm the first person to have discovered this? Do I consider this to be a bug or a glitch?"

However, as you continued to think to yourself, Venti continued to play his melody. As the melody dragged on and on, you began to yawn and feel your eyes growing heavy.

"Hold on. Is this melody...making me sleepy?”

Music notes began to fade in and out as they floated from Venti's lyre to your player character.

"I can't fall asleep just yet! I still need to finish my commissions!" you proclaimed before leaping off the balcony and continuing your way down to the beach. "Ooh! I also may need to travel to some domains and farm for materials."

You missed the fourth hint while you jogged away from the winery. Had you looked back at Venti, you would have noticed that he stopped playing the melody before sighing with a slight frown on his face.

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After completing all of your dailies, you decided to take a change of scenery and meet up with Liyue Katherine.

"I still need to go to Wanmin Restaurant and trigger that Beetle event. Plus, the crafting table is just around the corner for me to craft some Condensed Resin!"

You were too distracted by the crafting table to notice the fifth hint of the day. Had you kept your eye at Third-Round Knockout, you would've noticed the former Geo Archon getting up from his table and walking over to you.

Having finished crafting your Condensed Resin, you began to head over to Wanmin Restaurant. But before you could...

"Traveler! A quick moment of your time, please."

Startled by the sudden attention, you flicked your camera behind you to find Zhongli approaching your player character.

"It has been a while since we last had a chat. I was hoping you would accompany me while I head to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor to retire for the night. We can catch up with each other while we walk."

Too many thoughts were running through your head for you to give a proper response, not that any prompt showed up anyway. Zhongli took your inactivity as a sign of acceptance.

"Good. Let us be on our way then."

Zhongli started to walk past you, which didn't help your thoughts at all.

When his feet hit the ground, there was no visible space between the sole of his shoes and the ground. You never saw any of his clothes clip through any part of his body. In fact, you swear you saw a few wrinkles.

"Everything about him is too detailed. The walking animation, the clothes, the collision, the hitboxes; there is no way in hell everything should be so... fluid."

You started to think whether or not you should go through with his request. However, before you could make a decision, the game decided to make one for you.

The Traveler moved... but your hands were off the keyboard.

"WOAH Woah Woah woah..." You repeated as you backed your chair away from the computer. Now you were starting to think that your game was broken. You quickly scooched your chair back closer to your computer and were about to Alt+F4 outta there before...

"I would refrain from doing that."

You stopped what you were doing and looked up at the screen. Did you miss something that the Traveler did?

"As much as we all love to have you around, we know better than to have you overstay your welcome when you are clearly tired."

...That didn't sound like he was talking to the Traveler.

"I admire your persistence, but you leave me no choice, [Y/N]."

"Oh sh-."

Before you could finish your sentence, a loud buzzing sound suddenly played from your computer speaker. Almost immediately, you could feel yourself about to fade to unconsciousness. You quickly stood up and covered your ears as you tried to fight it, wondering how in the hell this sound was affecting you despite having heard it before in Sumeru. Unfortunately, the noise continued to grow louder and louder until you could no longer stand on your own two feet. You slowly slumped to the floor as the sound began to lower in volume, sensing that its job was done.

You honestly should've seen it coming.

There were too many hints that told you what was about to happen, but you either didn't notice them or ignored them entirely.

Now you're about to fall into unconsciousness against your will, all because someone within Teyvat cared about your well-being.

"How is this even possible?" you pondered before you finally fell into sweet unconsciousness.

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Author Side Notes: I know that I'm not the best writer in the world, but this idea for a SAGAU story I had continued to grow and grow until I felt like I could connect all of the plot points by myself.

If anyone is willing to rewrite or even possibly continue this story, I'm all down for it. I just wanted to see if people like this sort of scenario.

I also have more ideas for SAGAU stories if anyone wants to hear them.

#genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin self aware #sagau x reader #sagau #sagau genshin #platonic genshin x reader #platonic #gn reader #gender neutral reader #first story #please be nice D:

[cillianmarryme]

MR. CRANE

Pairing: Professor!Crane X Student!Fem!Reader

Summary: Jonathan's favourite student knocks on his door at night, intoxicated.

Warning: 18+!!, spanking, deep throating, drunk, age gape (reader is 20, Jon is almost thirty)

Notes: this is my first story here, so please enjoy ❤️ I want to thank @slut4thebroken @red-riding-wood @cillianmesoftlyyy and a lot more for the inspiration to write 💞💞

Disclaimer : I do not own any DC characters nor do I claim to own them, all characters belong to Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson!!

It was midnight and Jonathan planned on getting some sleep after two weeks of none. He took off his shirt and went to grab his pyjamas before hearing a knock on his door. He sighed and stood up, walking to the door. He expected Bane or maybe Arthur, but no.

Y/N.. His cherished student.. Drunk? You was leaning up against the wall, staring at him. He immediately turned red and put a shirt on.

"Y/N! W-What're you doing...?" He asked suspiciously, raising a brow. He crossed his arms and looked at you.

"Professor, you need to change my grade!" You slurred, almost tumbling inside. Jonathan grabbed your arms and helped you up. You were his best student, smart and kind. You had perfect grades and always got the top marks.

"Ms. Y/L/N, what are you on about? You only get the top grade in my class," Jonathan stated while bringing her inside. He closed the door and walked into the kitchen to make her some tea.

Y/N laid on his couch and pouted. He walked in and gave her the tea. She took small sips until she finished it. Sobering up a little in the process but still drunk. "Professor?"

"Yes, Y/N?" Jonathan took the cup and brought it to the kitchen as you speak.

"You look nice tonight. Do you have a date? Or wife?" She asked boldly from the kitchen. "Because if you don't..."

She mumbled the last bit so he couldn't hear. "Excuse me, dear? What was that last bit?"

"I said, 'I could fill the spot'..." She mumbled and looked up at him as he entered. He sat next to her and had a raging boner, but decided not to act on it.

"Y/N, you're my student. And you're only 20. I'm almost 30. It would be inappropriate if we dated," He explained but she didn't listen. Instead, she put a hand on his knee and gave him puppy eyes.

Her hand moved up slowly to his thigh. And then crotch. His face burned red she slowly took his pants off. "No boxers, professor?" She teased and looked at his angry cock. She was practically drooling.

She gave him a few strokes before kissing his red tip and licking his precum. She giggled before putting it in his mouth. Jonathan moaned loudly and watched. He gripped the arm of the chair tightly and closed his eyes.

She kept sucking him, before deep throating. He couldn't handle it as he started to thrust in your mouth. His hips moving quickly. Crane slapped your ass and you moaned around him. He grinned and kept slapping your ass until it turned red

He gasped as he orgasmed. His cum shooting right into your throat and forcing you to swallow as his hand pushed your face down right onto his cock. Making you smell his pubes and balls.

"fucking slut," he spat out and let go. You gasped for air and looked up at him.

"round two?" You asked and he didn't even need to answer as his cock was right back at his stomach.

#jonathan crane #cillian murphy #cillian smut #jonathan crane smut #smut #first story #professor crane #dark knight

[gabyun]

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ୨୧ he likes me, he likes me not. - n.riki

pairing - niki x fem! reader

genre - highschool! au , bestfriends to lovers , fluffy fluff, teenage love, awkwardness in some parts, amusement park date

warnings - none besides like a few swear words😭 AND ITS VERY CHEESY

summary - you and niki hangout consistently, multiple times a week. the air started to feel different between you two, but both of you just tried to ignore it. niki, unfortunately wasn’t able to ignore it so easily. he felt butterflies from such little things you would do, little things you would say. he lately had a fuzzy feeling around you, but he just kept telling himself ` i don’t like her, we’re just too close. i don’t like her, i don’t like her, i don’t like her. or do i? `

wc - 2.7k

a/n - ahh this is my first time even writing something like this, i hope its not cringe or anything and i hope it doesnt seem way too rushed. i’ve been wanting to write stuff for awhile now and i finally had the chance to so i hope this came out good 😽 lmk if theres anything i should keep in mind for the next one !! i also finished this at like 2am so its not entirely proofread but definitely give me advice 🙏(also this entire time ive been listening to ur so pretty by the wasia project so this is like the background song of this story.)

you and riki were inseparable. firstly, you guys had almost every class together so it truly added onto the fact that you both were rarely seen without each other. secondly, you both lived on the same street since second grade meaning you two walked home together everyday. so, obviously people had speculated that there was something between you both. but, you guys consistently turned the idea down. it was now last period, english class. you guys inevitably sat beside each other. " hey niki " you began. "hm? whats up?" he perked up after having his head laying down on his desk. "do you wanna stop at the convenience store before we head home? im kinda hungry and both of our parents dont get home until 6pm." you asked. "hell yeah i do!" he looked up at you excitedly. "but you have to pay this time. i didnt bring any money" "ugh, fine" you sulked. "y/n i literally payed last time." you shot him a dirty look. "fine. but dont get $30 worth of snacks like that one time." "yeah yeah whatever.."

the bell rang, and it was time to go home. you and niki excitedly walked to the convenience store you both previously mentioned. you walked up to the door, opening it and jokingly saying "ladies first" to niki. "tch" he said sassily, rolling his eyes. the door chimed whilst being opened, and the employee greeted you both. you guys walked around the snack isle, the brightly coloured drinks illuminating certain sections of the store. one in particular caught your eye, so you walked over and grabbed it "i cant believe you dont like milkis." you said. "there are way better drinks y/n. " "yeah? like what." you challenged him. "um, anything besides milkis?" he sarcastically smiled. you walked over toward the icecream bin, selecting your favourite one. "niki, u want ice cream? they have ur favourite." you reached in deeper to grab it. "yeah sure. thatll be nice on a day like this" "ugh, i don’t want winter to come.. it’ll be so cold!" you shuttered. "you’ll survive y/n" niki sighed. you walked up to the checkout counter with niki, placing your items down. "that’ll be $14!" the older, but sweet looking woman said. "thats much less then last time." you pulled out your wallet, giving her the money. you both walked out, and you sat down on the concrete steps next to the store windows. niki followed, sitting right next to you. you never noticed before, but he smells good. like a mix of shampoo and some sort of cologne. you never knew he wore cologne. you guys simultaneously unwrapped the ice cream together, and started indulging in the sweet snack. "this is so good!" you said. "i bet mines better." niki remarked. "let me try yours." he put his ice cream in-front of your mouth, and let you take a bite. "mmh.. its alright.. niki i just think my tastes are better then yours" you shrugged playfully. your relationship was always playful. you guys were constantly teasing each other, and it felt good. it felt good to be so close to someone. as you guys continued, he looked over at you. the lights of the convenience store lit up the back of your body as the sun started setting earlier due to it getting slightly colder, making your hair glisten. he never noticed how pretty your hair looked under the bright lights. you both finished up, starting to get ready to finish your walk home. as you guys cleaned up, you looked over toward his face. you giggled, reaching your hand towards his mouth. "you’ve always been such a messy eater." his eyes widened, a hint of pink slightly covering his cheeks. "i-i can clean my own face.." "oh. sorry niki." you trailed off, confused. this wasn’t your first time cleaning off his face yet to him it felt different. he felt an unusual feeling, his heart fluttered and his stomach felt warm as his face did too. throughout this whole interaction, the convenience store lady observed quietly through the window. "i miss my high school years." she sighed.

late summer turned into fall, and fall turned into winter. nikis feelings just kept getting harder and harder to ignore. niki was in the change room after gym class with his friends. "are you sure you dont have feelings for y/n?" his friend jay asked. he hesitated momentarily. "yes. i am sure.. why are you asking..?" he questioned, worriedly. "so you wont care if i ask her to go out with me?" niki looked shocked by his comment. "you dont even know her.. why would you wanna ask her out." he said, annoyed. "niki, she is really beautiful. im sure theres a lot of other guys who would love to get a chance with her." his other friend heeseung added. "still! y/n doesnt need to be dating shitty guys like you. she deserves someone who will treat her right.. especially not you guys." he huffed, even more annoyed. "and i dont like her." jay and heeseung shrugged in defeat. "or do you?" jay added. "i dont.." niki trailed off, thinking about it more. "whatever you say, buddy." heeseung said, sarcastically. niki finished changing quickly, grabbing his bag and leaving for his next class. once the door shut, jay and heeseung and a few other boys began talking "he definitely has feelings for her." "yeah, 100%" "i don’t doubt that" "its getting extremely obvious" "mhm"

he stood outside your house, waiting for you to come out so you both could get headed to school. he oddly felt nervous. you opened the door, and waved, cutely. you were wearing a scarf, as niki was also. you both had big puffy jackets. you walked towards him. "lets go! i dont wanna be late again." he took in your beauty. "mhm" he answered, quietly. as you were walking, you offered him your other earphone. you guys had similar music tastes. ‘somethin stupid’ by frank sintara had begun to play. "i love this song." you said, softly. "yeah. it is really nice." he breathed out air, the cold made it look like smoke. you opened your pocket mirror, adjusting your hair. "do i look good? i had such a bad hair day yesterday." niki turned to you, not surprised by your question, but hes never truly seen you that way before. hes always known you’re pretty, but he never actually felt that way. "you look beautiful. you are beautiful." he said. "w-what?" you said, completely taken aback. he’s obviously complimented you before, but about your looks more specifically? this time, it really sounded like he meant it. you looked away from your pocket mirror, facing him. he looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes. you both stood there for a couple seconds more. "n-nothing.. forget i even said anything." he looked down at his feet. you could practically feel his embarrassment radiating off of him. you guys continued walking, listening to your shared playlist. a couple minutes go by and you began to speak. "thank you, niki." "hm?" "thank you. for calling me beautiful." you looked down at your feet, smiling. "oh.. don’t worry about it." he rubbed the back of his neck. both of your feelings were becoming more and more apparent as the days went on.

you were laying in bed, reading your favourite book with a comforting lamp on. you were under your fluffy blanket, and your curtains flowed softly as your window was the slightest bit open. you felt the buzz go off on your phone sitting next to you.

riks : omg y/n

you : omg niki

riks : remember that amusement park we mentioned wanting to go to for awhile?

you : yes ofc i remember?!?

riks : WELL THEYRE OPENING NEXT WEEKEND!!

you : NO WAY FR??

riks : YES DO U WANNA GO

you : is that even a question.

riks : alr alr IM SO EXCITED

you : ME TOO

you shut off ur phone, kicking around in your bed out of excitement. you and nikis parents would always take you guys to amusement parks or fairs when you were little. you guys haven’t gone in quite a while, so this was gonna be fun, but also nostalgic. big rides were always your favourite thing, but he hated them. he was always so scared to go on them, so this time you were absolutely determined to make him go on one with you.

around a week passes by, and its time to get ready to go to the amusement park with niki. it was still pretty cold, so you had to take that into account. the park was opening back up for some sort of winter event, apparently it was supposed to be really pretty. you’re getting ready, styling your hair and doing your makeup. usually, you dont put that much makeup on. but this time, without even realizing, you were doing alot more. you put some really pretty eyeglitter on, using waterproof mascara so your eyelashes hold better, just overall doing stuff you wouldnt usually do on a day to day basis. "wait.. why am i so worried about how i look, its just niki." you told yourself. just niki. as you were continuing to get ready, you were getting increasingly nervous. "this isnt a date y/n, this isnt a date. you have nothing to be worried about. its just a regular hangout with your bestfriend." you kept telling yourself. you put your jacket on, and you also grabbed a fuzzy scarf. little did you know, niki was telling himself the same things in the mirror as he tried to lessen the sweat on his palms.

you and niki arrive at the amusement park. it was beautiful lit, even though it wasn’t late the lights of all the fun rides illuminated the place wonderfully. you and niki looked at each other and smiled brightly, bringing back tons of memories. niki ran over to the bumper cars, and you followed. it was always his favourite thing to do. you hopped in the car of your choice and niki went in the one beside you. the game started, and you tried your best to hit niki as hard as you possibly could, whipping him forward practically giving him whiplash. you were basically pissing yourself laughing as he gave you the nastiest look. it took him a few tries but he finally ended up beside you once again and repeatedly rammed into you. you guys went 2 more rounds before becoming tired and finally leaving the bumper car area. you both adjusted yourselves, but niki noticed your shoelace was untied. "y/n, hang on." he knelt down in-front of you, and began tying your shoelaces with his slender fingers. "i could’ve done it myself but thank you niki" he looked up at you, smiling and nodding. you ruffled his hair and he shot up. "hey!! i spent a while trying to make my hair look good.." you laughed at him, continuing to look for other things to do. one of those water gun games caught your eye. "niki look! we used to always try and win plushies on that." his head swung toward you, immediately challenging you to see who could score higher. you both were trying your hardest, and you obviously won. he sighed in defeat. the employee handed you this adorable hamster plushie. you looked at it, smiling. "niki you kinda look like a hamster when you’re sulking." you put the hamster up to his face to compare, jokingly. "tch, yeah yeah whatever y/n" he said. "niki, you should have it. it looks like you anyways, and you’ll be reminded of me everytime you look at it." you shot him a joking wink. he took the plushie as you said he should. some time passes by, and you guys already ate and drank stuff, went on the carrousel and all of the basics and its been a few hours. the sun was starting to set, and the lights of the park continued to get brighter. "niki. we need to go on a big ride." niki looked at you for a split second, as if you just told him his pet died. "um absolutely not?" he answered. "niki pleaaaaaase" you clung onto his arm, pretty close to his face. "cmonnn just this once?" you blinked at him. he was looking directly at you, but no words were escaping his mouth. "f-fine.." he looked away, with a tinge of pink covering his ears. you were unable to tell if he was blushing or if he was cold. "i never thought you’d actually agree. this is like the best day ever?!" you grabbed nikis arm, and rushed into the line of one of the relatively larger rides, but not too large so niki wouldn’t be too terrified. after a bit you guys got seated beside eachother, and the employee pulled the over the shoulder restraint on you guys. you could tell niki was obviously nervous. "y/n i cant believe you made me do this. i actually despise you right now." "im sorry!!! only this once okay, i’ve always wanted to go on one with yo-" your sentence was cut short as the ride began, making a loud noise. "y/n i cant believe this." niki panicked. you giggled slightly as the ride made its way up to the highest point. you put your hand out for niki to hold, and he grabbed it immediately. after a few more seconds of comforting him the ride reached its highest point. after the it holding for a few seconds, it let go and your free hand went up. niki squeezed tighter and screamed loud. "Y/N L/N I DONT KNOW WHY I AGREED TO THIS" "I DONT KNOW EITHER" you yelled back. after around a minute, the ride came to its final stop.

you got off smiling and happy, whereas niki came off completely disheveled. it was a funny scene, you looked like a joyful golden retriever puppy and he looked like a grumpy black cat. you looked back at him and noticed his messy appearance. "sooo, how was it." you asked curiously, fixing his jacket along with his scarf. "never again." his eyes met your face. "it couldnt have been that bad." you reached your arms up, fixing his fluffy hair. you smiled at him whilst he stared into your face, unable to think of anything besides you.

it turned late, and it was 10 minutes left on the clock before the beautiful fireworks started. you guys found a decent place to stand, and you were both snacking on a pretzel. you witnessed multiple couples walking by, and thinking about how you wouldn’t be so opposed to being in a relationship. "gosh, theres so many couples here today." "theres couples here constantly." he added. "okay, but still. they’re all so lovey-dovey." "i guess so." you guys continued talking and the fire work show started, beginning with a few small ones. you both looked up in sync, mesmerized by the bright colours. twinkling eyes, niki looked over at you. it took him a while to take it in, but at this very moment his feelings truly solidified and he wasn’t so unsure anymore. it was forever since you spent a day together at your favourite childhood place, and now its the place where he recognizes how much he likes you. "y/n?" he says your name. "mhm.. whats up..?" you say slowly, completely and utterly enthralled by the fireworks growing in size. "i-i.." he trailed off, still facing the fireworks but his head facing you. "i think i like you." a huge firework exploded. "no, i do like you." it took you a moment to process. you turned towards him in shock. "i hope this doesn’t ruin anything, i cherish our friendship and i don’t ever want to lose yo-" you cut him off, grabbing his face. "you could never lose me. i like you too, dummy." you gave him a quick peck as another firework exploded. it felt like there were mini fireworks exploding in both of your hearts.

#enhypen niki #niki #niki x reader #nishimura riki #niki nishimura #enhypen #enha x reader #enha #enha fluff #enha niki #gabyun #first post #first story #fluff #enha amusement park #amusement park date #enhypen nishimura riki

[babygirlselvinaa]

Unearthly Love

Pairing: Za'stah (Male yautja) x Fem human reader

Summary: On your way home from school you never imagined you’d be kidnapped by an alien.

Word count: 422

A/N: First time writing for yautja so I hope I did alright.

It all happened so fast, one minute you were walking home from school and the next you were tossed into a cage by this alien creature and taken onboard a spaceship.

Your captor barely even spared you a glace, for the whole duration of the trip you were stuck in the stupid cage with no food or water.

Once the ship did land one of the creatures walked over to the cage unlocking it before grabbing your arm harshly dragging you out. “Ow! That hurts asshole!” You shouted at it.

The yautja ignored you dragging you once more off the ship towards the palace. There was no point in fighting, the brute was much taller and stronger than you, not to mention the sharp claws.

Looking around all you saw was endless desert along with lots of homes scattering the area. In the middle of everything stood a grand palace with spaceships flying overhead.

Although the air was somehow breathable for you it felt hard to breath from how hot and humid it was. Passing by homes you could feel eyes on you, almost as if they were judging you or trying to see if you were a threat.

Once making it to the palace the yautja clicked something to the guards there, they looked at you before opening the doors allowing you and your captor entry.

Walking inside your eyes widened, the walls were lined with skulls and other decor you’d consider weird having on earth.

Your captor led you down a hallway till you reached what looked like a throne room, there were two large chairs inside with one being empty and one seating another of the large creature.

The seated yautja clicked its mandibles talking to your captor, said captor eventually let you go shoving you forward towards the other one before turning and leaving.

“Fucking jerk” you spat before giving your full attention to the creature infront of you, unlike your captor he did not have a mask. You had a clear view of his face, one that most people would be frightened of.

The yautja moved his arm infront of him clicking the object on his arm before speaking “Welcome little ooman.” His voice was rough as he stared at your small frame.

Sensing your nervousness the yautja began with introducing himself as Za'stah, an elder yautja. He then started explaining how you were brought here for an upcoming hunt along with other humans.

If you survived you’d be let go, if not well, you already know.

#yautja x reader #yautja x human #predator #Za'stah #predator x human #predator x reader #first story #comments really appreciated #please like and reblog #follow my blog

[kingfisheress]

Imagine…

• You being injured by one of the Sinclair’s recent victims, the man plunging a stolen knife into your stomach, as you tried to knock him out

•Vincent finding you, with your hands already bloody from trying to put pressure on the bleeding cut in your stomach, heavily breathing

•Vincent picking you up in bridal style, after telling Bo and Lester to take care of the bastard who did is to you

•Him carrying you to the house, panicking at the thought of loosing you, since you had already passed out in his trembling arms

•Having reached the medical room of his father, Vincent carefully places you on the lounger, immediately getting to work

•Vincent has done it before, on his brothers and even on himself, but this is you… he‘s is terrified you‘ll die and he can‘t do anything about it

•Him doing a very good job stopping the bleeding and patching you up, and although you‘re still unconscious

•Vincent carrying you up to your room (which was his a while ago) and laying you in your bed, he can hear his brothers calling for him downstairs, but he can simply not move

• Him crouching down by your side, taking your smaller hand in his big ones, while Bo peeks through the door, asking how you are doing

•Vincent slowly nodding and now he‘s realising how tired he really is, lying his head on your pillow, with his lower half sitting on the floor and never letting go of your hand

•You waking up with a painful pulsing in your stomach, but there is a strange calmness in you

•You looking over to see a head of dark long hair laying on the pillow next to you, lifting your other hand, that’s not gripped by Vincent, to gently stroke over his head

•Vincent slowly opening his eye and realising you are awake, which results in him fisting the sheets and starting to cry

•You saying :“Hey, hey , Vincent I’m alright!”, at which he looks up, one eye red and teary behind the mask

•You taking his head in between you hands, thumbs stroking the waxy cheek of his mask, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his forehead

•Hearing three words through the heavy breathing of him

•I love you

Hi guys, this is my first ever story on Tumblr, let me know if I should make more of this

Love you ❤️

Edit: Please excuse the spelling and grammar mistakes, English is not my native language 😅

#slashers #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #Vincent Sinclair smut #halloween #fluff #angst with a happy ending #first story #Vincent Sinclair imagine #Vincent Sinclair headcanon #bo sinclair #Lester Sinclair #house of wax

[blood-grove]

His Kid (Pup?)

dog!price + human! child reader (gender neutral pronouns)

tws; fluff , fluffy , fluff , minor injury :( , i would say language barriers but lets just say you both can understand each other. no use of y/n sumamry; prices rambles about you! eventually realizing that hes a sucker for you and your his kid now.

Gods if you didn't stop fucking running off when they took this..what'd they'd call themselves? Human a couple of weeks ago he didn't expect to have a basically oversized puppy keeping all of the unit on there toes.

We couldnt really tell if there were old for there species we guess not it took a look for them to learn boundaries especially when we first encountered them they said they were 12 years old it was clear then that 'human' years were different from ours they clearly weren't some old greying dog.

There so damn touchy, Honestly weren't they raised with any manners? Putting there hands in our faces , tugging tails , pulling off my damn hat. They learned there lesson with the random touching when they tried to..'pet' Simon, I know he didn't mean to bite them I could instantly see the flash of guilt in his eyes when he nipped them purely out of how much they had gotten him riled up they've been avoiding him now as of recent but I'm sure the human just needs time the humans skin was fragile the nip was enough to cause it to bleed a candy and bandage later they were fine. I've recently spotted them and Ghost together the human drawing mumbling and rambling on about something as Simon just watched I couldn't help but grin slightly at the sight, They had there calm moments the slow days around the base I could hear them making those weird noises that they do..'giggling?' it sounded more like a little piglet squealing when them and Soap would be running around base. Oh right them and Soap truly a pair together whether that's a good thing or not its still to be decided thought it was sure Soap was the perfect dog to help them tucker out enough for a nap, Honestly out of all of us I'm pretty sure Soap is reason for most of there scratches and bruises somethings in the earlier weeks forgetting that there not a adult dog despite being around the size of one they were easily knocked over plus easily scratched with Soaps claws accidentally grated against them.

Pretty sure I've been recently been hearing Soap filing down his nails(finally bloody fuckin' hell I was half convinced I'd have to force him to the groomers) to a manageable level which is a wine in my book no more hearing the damn bastard slip and slid on the smooth floor. The pup is great around Gaz a healthy medium between Soap and Ghost you could easily find them both laying around even with Pup laying on Gaz's stomach as he rambled on about something Gaz seemed to be alright with the petting we all eventually assumed that was how the human showed affection but of course there's still boundaries between us so they human learned to ask before petting us. I'm not to fond of petting but sometimes the human will come in my office and just sit there either watching him work or looking around the office just something about them is so..I don't even know the word they eventually one day laid against me I didn't know really what to do so I just stayed still eventually laying down letting them cuddle closer. There're pretty damn cute. Shit. I just sighed as I gently pulled them closer as I went back to finishing up the report..I hoped we'd keep em' for bit longer.

#call of duty #cod #dog au #reader #gender nuetral reader #no use of y/n #john price #captian price #captain john price #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #simon ghost riley #gaz garrick #gaz cod #task force 141 #tf 141 #first story #child reader

[invadergia]

@mychlapci @lurkerintheabyss

Saw the post about cybertronians laying eggs and had to try writing this. Please go follow them if you're not already. :D

Vehicon Steve

First story attempt

I don't know all the cybertronian terms for things so sorry

Sorry if there are spelling mistakes

------NSFW UNDER-------

Tfp Steve and a plane

Steve was struggling today on the nemesis. He had been going through a rather rough heat this time and it was getting in the way of his work.

Sure Steve was able to keep it under control for a bit, but each time he did it was always coming back stronger, and stronger, and stronger. A few times Steve had to hold in his overload as commander Starscream walked past him in the hallways.

Steve couldn't take this much longer, his heat was getting stronger, his armor feeling heavy. He needed to do something about it. He needed just a good fragging to finally get it out of his system.

At that exact moment his team was called by commander starscream that his squad was to go out on a scouting mission for materials shockwave required. Steve rushed up to the flight deck transforming to head out with his team.

When they arrived at the location Steve seen it was another military base, the vehicons quickly raided the base wanting to get this over with and returned to there secret games aboard the nemesis. But Steve felt like he was on autopilot. Steve couldn't get his head to focus. He was stumbling around the base carrying only a few scraps of metal in his hands.

Steve stumbled into a open hanger looking up to see a few humans running out of the building, but Steve didn't care. All Steve could see was the beautiful, stunning F-22. Steve couldn't look away, it was perfect.

Steve dropped the scrap in his hands stumbling over to the jet. He gently placed his hand on the sides of the cockpit gently rubbing his hands down it's side and onto it's wings. He could have sworn he seen it trembling but it was probably just him.

Steve slowly made his way around the aircraft gently rubbing along it's wings and teasingly rubbing a finger or two into it's thrusters. Steve could feel his heat rising and a tingling sensation running up his back with every touch he gave.

Steve soon made his way to the back of the aircraft seeing the perfect little hatch for a plug of sorts, in his mind atlases. Steve gave a teasing touch to the opening feeling around before sinking his fingers into the port finding the inside to be quite soft.

Steve practically melted at the felling wanting to just get his charge down and deal with his heat. Steve looked around seeing a few cans of oil, grabbing them he slowly poured some onto his finger and onto the port slowly thrusting his long sharp fingers into the soft inside of the jet. Steve began moving his fingers faster coating the inside with oil before slipping his finger out and placing his hand on his modesty panel.

Slowly transforming the panel away Steve's spike pressurized fully his left hand grabbed the oil can bring it above his spike letting the oil drip down into it. He gently grabbed his spike in his other hand gently stroking his spike covering it in the oil.

Steve moaned softly as he prepared his spike, he craved release and he was to far in to stop now he leaned forward pinning the jet underneath him.

Steve took a deep breath before slowly thrusting into the jet he moaned again as he slowly began to thrust his hips forward gently thrusting in and out of the jets port. Oh primus he needs this bad. Steve gently strokes the jets wings gently rubbing into the little seams along it's wings and barrel.

Steve pumped his hips faster thrusting deeper into the tight port of the jet. He just needed a little more. As Steve thrusts into the jet harder his spike pushed deeper and deeper into the internals of the jet pressing hard into the systems inside the engine began to stir awake sending a strong vibration into the sensitive nodes on Steve's spike.

Steve moans out as he feels the vibrating insides of the jet hitting all the right places. He was so close now his hips on autopilot as he pounds into the jet without warning Steve screamed out as he overloaded into the jet filling the tight space full of his transfluid and eggs, thrusting in a few more times before sliding his spike out with a wet pop.

Steve felt so good basking in his afterglow, but his charge was still high, he needed more.

Agent Fowler hated when the cons made these smash and grab missions they always caused a lot of property damage. Not to mention his superiors were breathing down his neck from the last one. Agent Fowler walked around the base surveying and logging the damage caused by the cons until he noticed a stream of blue liquid coming from one of the hangers. He slowly stepped inside only to blush slightly at the sight but more or less he was terrified and slightly discussed by the sight.

There in the hanger was a F-22 jet covered in transfluid, energon, and other cybertronian fluids he didn't wanna know about but next to it was a giant vehicon trooper one of the countless troopers for Megatron himself. Agent Fowler knew they could be dangerous at times but this one was gently cuddling the aircraft, nuzzling it as if he was... it suddenly clicked in Fowler's head what had happened when he seen the trooper had his spike out not fully pressurized but still very noticeable for a human.

Fowler took notes of the damage to the aircraft quietly seeking around the death machine seeing the fluids leaking out of the cockpit, tail, turbines, and many other places. Agent Fowler had seen enough and stared heading back when he here a wet splat from behind him, slowly turning around he seen... was that an egg!?!? The vehicon slowly woke up gently grabbing the egg and sliding it back inside of the turbine before snuggling closer to the jet with a low hum.

Fowler quickly left feeling a headache coming on from having to explain what he had just seen to team prime and his superiors.

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp steve #first story #eggs #valveplug #macaddam

[mattsturnioloscasket]

𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐃 (STURNIOLO 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄)

“God I’m so sick” Nick sniffles to the camera. “Everybody pray for Nick, he’s sicky poo.” Chris says, making a baby voice toward the end. Y/N looks at him with a weirded out face, just staring at him causing Matt and Chris to laugh to laugh. “What do you mean pray for me? You act as if I'm dying.” “It's just a cold.”

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Well it wasn’t just a cold. Nick ended up having Covid-19, sickening his middle brother, Matt. Nick always sits right next to his younger sister, Y/N, so you’d expect her to get sick. Nope. Only Matt and Nick had gotten Covid, not that Y/N or Chris were complaining. Even when sick, Nick made everyone film themselves and their day to upload for Wednesday's vlog.

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It was 7:45 AM, Y/N would be getting ready for school, but Matt was sure to call her off, I mean, she was the only one taking care of them. Y/N stands in the kitchen, starting her camera to film. “Hey guys, I'm sure Nick already told you guys, but Nick and Matt have covid!” Y/N picked up her tone at the end with a sarcastic happy tone, also making L hands at the camera. The camera cut to Matt. “Fortnite, Movies, Sleep. Fortnite, Movies, Sleep, Fortnite, Movies, Sleep, is all I’ve been doing for the past, what, 3 days.” The camera was now on Y/N again. “I will be using Matt's sickness to my advantage. I mean Chris and him never let me go anywhere, ever!” Y/N groans. “I'm going out tonight, and there's nothing they can do about it!” She had forgotten that Matt's room was just down the hall from where she was standing, he could hear everything. “Like, I understand he's trying to keep me safe and everything, but-” Y/N was cut off by her phone dinging, signaling she got a text. She opens her phone, revealing a text message from her sibling group chat. ‘Y/N, you’re not going out tonight. I already told Chris, so he’s not letting you leave.’ Y/N groans aloud, showing her phone to the camera.

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“Y/N, make me a bagel and leave it at my door!” Yelled Nick from inside his door. Matt and Nick had been treating Chris and Y/N like maids, making the two youngest siblings do everything for them, well mostly Y/N, Chris always screams that he's sleeping. “Ask Chris!” “I'm sleeping!” Yelled Chris, clearly not sleeping. “He's sleeping!” Repeated Nick. Y/N groans, beginning to make Nick’s bagel. “Y/N!” Calls Matt. Y/N groans, throwing the bagel onto the counter, grabbing her camera and walking to her door. “WHAT MATT?!” She calls from outside. “Go walk Trevor! Oh! And grab my phone charger from the car!” Trevor barks at Y/N. “Okay!” She yells back. “Where's my bagel?!” Yells Nick from inside his room. “Just hold on!” Screamed back Y/N, she was beginning to feel overwhelmed. “Y/N!!” Screams Chris from his room. Y/N barges into his room, an angry and overwhelmed look on her face. “What?! What, Chris?! What could you possibly need?!” Screams Y/N. Chris goes quiet, pointing at his remote on his counter. “Give me my remote?” Y/N looks at him, an angry look on her face. Y/N grabs his remote, throwing it at him, which he caught. She turns to walk out, going to make Nicks bagel. “Thank you! I love you!” Calls Chris. Y/N rolls her eyes not responding. “Y/N my phones gonna die!” Yelled Matt. “Wait!” Y/N walks to Nick's door, knocking on it and placing his bagel in front of his door. “Y/N!” Yells Chris. She ignores him. “Y/N!!” He calls again, still being ignored. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!!!’ Y/N barges into his room, “Shut the hell up Chris!” “You didn't say it back” “Say what back” “I said I love you and you didn't say it back.” Chris pouts. “I love you, happy?” “Very.” He smiles.

Y/N goes into her room, throwing herself on her bed, the camera in her hand. “It's been like 5 hours. I cleaned the house, made lunch, did laundry, Put away the laundry, and did all my schoolwork.” She sighs into her bed. “Y/N!” Calls Matt. “What?” She cries from her room. “I'm hungry!” “I just gave you your nuggets!” She had doordashed them Mcdonalds. “Still not enough!” He calls. Y/N looks at her two cheeseburgers sitting on her counter and sighs standing up. She places her food at his door, knocking on it. Matt counts to twenty, getting up and grabbing the food. Matt sees Y/N at the end of the hall, waving at her with a smile and going back to his room. Y/N smiles back, turning back around toward her room. Matt barges out once again. “Wait, Y/N!” She turns around. “You know that party you wanted to go to later tonight?” Matt gives a soft smile. Y/N eagerly nods, a large smile on her face. Was he going to allow her to go. “Yeah, you’re still not going.” Matt slams the door, not giving her a chance to respond. Her smile drops, screaming a ‘Fuck you!’ at the door before walking back to her room.

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MY FIRST TIME WRITING AHHHH HOW I DO

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #nathan doefluff #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo fluff #imagine #madi filipowicz #nathan doe #covid19 #first post #first story

[i-lov3-w0men]

Entwined Destinies: A Love Story Across Worlds | W. Maximoff

Word count - 1,065

{synopsis ~ In the bustling city streets, Y/n's life takes a turn when they collide with Wanda, a mysterious woman with captivating green eyes. Their chance encounter leads to a moment of connection that feels like fate. As they exchange contact information, both Y/n and Wanda sense a pull towards each other, setting the stage for a story of unexpected romance and intrigue. The spark between them ignites a journey of discovery and self-reflection as they navigate the complexities of their growing relationship.}

A Chance Encounter

Y/n hurried through the crowded city streets, their mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The relentless pace of the day had worn them down, leaving a growing sense of restlessness that had become all too familiar. They felt adrift, searching for a purpose that continued to elude them, despite their best efforts.

As they turned the corner, lost in their own contemplations, Y/n collided with a figure, sending papers and belongings scattering across the sidewalk. "Oh god, I'm so sorry!" they exclaimed, quickly bending down to help gather the scattered items.

That's when Y/n looked up and found themselves captivated by the most mesmerizing green eyes they had ever seen. The woman before them possessed an aura of power and mystery that was both intriguing and a little intimidating.

"No, it's my fault. I should have been paying more attention," she replied, her voice soft and melodic. Y/n felt a jolt of electricity pass between them as their eyes met, and in that moment, they knew their life was about to change forever.

"I'm Wanda," she said, offering Y/n a warm smile as they finished collecting the scattered items.

"Y/n," they replied, their heart pounding in their chest. The name felt like a whisper on their lips, barely audible over the cacophony of the city streets.

In the days that followed, Y/n found themselves drawn to Wanda, unable to shake the feeling that their chance encounter had been more than just a random collision. There was something extraordinary about this woman, a quality that transcended the physical and tugged at the very depths of Y/n's soul.

They began spending more time together, drawn to each other's company like moths to a flame. Y/n found themselves captivated by Wanda's soft-spoken manner and the way she carried herself with a quiet confidence that was both alluring and a little intimidating.

As they grew closer, Y/n began to sense that there was more to Wanda than met the eye. She spoke of her past in only the vaguest of terms, and there were moments when a shadow would cross her features, hinting at a depth of pain and trauma that Y/n could only begin to imagine.

Despite the mystery that surrounded her, Y/n found themselves falling deeper in love with each passing day. There was an undeniable connection between them, a deep understanding that transcended the physical and spoke to the very core of their being.

They spent hours talking, sharing their hopes, dreams, and fears, and Y/n marveled at the way Wanda listened, her eyes filled with a compassion that seemed to see straight into their soul. In those moments, Y/n felt truly seen, their insecurities and doubts melting away in the warmth of Wanda's gaze.

Yet, even as their bond deepened, Y/n couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. Wanda's past remained shrouded in mystery, and Y/n found themselves grappling with their own fears and insecurities, uncertain if they had the strength to stand by Wanda's side, whatever challenges lay ahead.

One evening, as they sat together in a cozy cafe, the conversation took an unexpected turn. Wanda's eyes darkened, and she reached across the table, taking Y/n's hands in her own.

"There's something I need to tell you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Something I've kept hidden for a very long time."

Y/n felt their heart skip a beat, a surge of both trepidation and anticipation coursing through their veins. "What is it?" they asked, their voice trembling slightly.

Wanda took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "I have... powers," she said, the words barely audible over the din of the cafe. "Powers that I've struggled to control, powers that have brought me great pain and suffering."

Y/n's eyes widened, their mind racing as they tried to process this new information. They had sensed that there was something extraordinary about Wanda, but this revelation was beyond anything they could have imagined.

"Powers?" they echoed, their voice barely above a whisper. "What kind of powers?"

Wanda's expression was one of equal parts fear and resignation. "I can manipulate energy, control minds, and even alter reality itself," she said, her fingers tightening around Y/n's hands. "It's a gift and a curse, one that I've spent years trying to come to terms with."

Y/n sat in stunned silence, their mind whirling with the implications of Wanda's confession. They had always known that there was something special about her, but the extent of her abilities was truly mind-boggling.

"I wanted you to know the truth," Wanda continued, her voice tinged with a vulnerability that Y/n had never seen before. "I've kept this part of myself hidden, afraid of how you might react. But I've come to care for you deeply, and I couldn't bear the thought of keeping this from you any longer."

Y/n felt a surge of emotion, a mix of awe, fear, and something akin to wonder. They had never imagined that they would find themselves in a situation like this, but as they looked into Wanda's eyes, they knew that there was no turning back.

"I... I don't know what to say," they admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. "This is all so... so incredible. But I'm here, Wanda. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Wanda's eyes widened, and for a moment, Y/n saw a flicker of hope in their depths. "You mean that?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Y/n nodded, squeezing Wanda's hands in a gesture of reassurance. "Yes, I mean it. Whatever this means, whatever challenges we might face, I'm in this with you. I'm not going to run away from this, from you."

As the words left their lips, Y/n knew that they had made a choice that would irrevocably change the course of their life. But in that moment, with Wanda's hands in theirs and the weight of her secret shared, they felt a sense of purpose and belonging that they had never experienced before.

This was the beginning of a journey, one that would test the very limits of their love and their courage. But Y/n was ready, their heart filled with a determination that would carry them through whatever lay ahead.

A/N - Hey guys, umm, sorry if this is bad. This is the first ever story I've written. I'm planning on writing more chapters, lmk if yall think that's a good idea. I'm also open for requests and all that. I don't really know what else to say, but other than that, I hope you enjoyed reading it. <3

#first story #wanda maximoff brain rot #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #sorry if its bad #wanda maximoff story

[sunandsstars]

ONE OF THE PEOPLE

CHAPTER 1

Recom!Miles Quaritch x Metkayina!Reader

Summary: When Miles gets saved by a Metkayinan, he realises eventually they aren’t all so bad. But when his mission comes back to him, is it worth leaving it all behind?

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of wounds/death, Alien racism

Word count: 2k A/N: This is my first fanfic on here please be kind! There may be spelling errors (i am currently writing this at 3am) so if you see any please point some out and i will change them. But omg i am so exited for this to be read, I have so many ideas for this story and many others!! :>

It was brutal, the pain, searing through his abdomen and spreading across the torso in pulses. Blood dripped down the large blue hand keeping pressure on the wound. Colonel Miles Quaritch, former human, now recombinant, soured through the sky on his banshee away from the battle him and his men took part in and towards Bridgehead for safety. He needed to heal up and gather more forces as soon as possible.

‘Jake Sully got away again’. He seethed, sucking his teeth. ‘When I heal up, I’ll come back and kill his whole fucking family’.

It was a promise he made to himself ever since Jake joined the Na’vi all those years ago during the war, he was a traitor to human kind and a threat to the RDA, the raids where getting worse and no progress has been made because of it. Now, he has been brought back to life in the form of what he hated most, and he will do well to keep his former promise. He was stronger, faster, and a hell of a lot taller. If anyone can get the job done, it’s him.

The wind started to pick up and rain gradually drizzled down from the sky, his banshee screeched in alarm not used to flying in stormy conditions like this. The two of them were still travelling over the sea and Miles didn’t know when they would arrive back to base, hopefully it wont be too long. The sky turned darker and the bioluminescent glow of the plants in the water created a beautiful light to guide his way back to the jungle, but the impending storm made him grit his teeth and fly faster, not stopping to take in the view. Pandora’s as beautiful as it is dangerous.

‘’Ardmore’s gonna kick my ass’’ Quaritch groaned out. The whole reason he was brought back to life was for this stupid mission and now he’s on the verge of death and his whole squad is wiped out, he wonders if anyone has made it out alive from all that and his mind flashes to Spider. Best not to dwell. Luckily he was far enough away from the wreckage to be captured by any of those hostiles, the last thing he needs is one of those things coming after him.

Famous last words.

Suddenly the creature he was sat on squawked and started to sway violently, Quaritch gripped on until his knuckles paled ‘’WHAT THE FUCK’’. A giant net came crashing into them, capturing both and squeezing them uncomfortably tight together. The net fell through the sky and into the ocean with a massive splash, the recom felt himself and his banshee panic through the bond, the animals shouting deafening his ears. They were under the water and sinking fast, the rocks on the sides of the netting pulling them down.

They needed to get out of here.

He quickly grabbed the seal knife that was strapped to his thigh and and started to cut the seaweed that trapped them, luckily it didn’t take a huge amount of effort and the blade sliced through the plant with ease. With the last slash of the weapon an opening was made and his flying companion wriggled out and swam towards the surface disoriented and in desperate need for air.

‘Fuck’ the recom however, got caught onto the netting and the bond with the ikran broke. The makeshift netting turned and twisted with every move the man made and air was running out quickly. 

He lost the opening to the netting in his effort to untangle himself and went to cut more of the seaweed when his chest tightened and he chocked out. A few bubbles flew to the surface and more followed hastily as Quaritch was forced to breath, desperate for air. His heart raced and his vision created patches of darkness.

As his brain fogged, his sight of the ocean became black and he stopped his struggling, sinking slowly to the sea bed. 

‘Eywa give me strength’ lips locked together in a hurry and quick puffs of breath where given into ones mouth. A woman was pushing down onto his chest, hoping and praying to her deity he wasn’t dead. ‘It was an accident, I did not mean to harm him’ she panicked and locked their lips again, hoping to save his life. She was merely hunting outside the reef alone, just her and her tsurak, taking time for herself and her thoughts when she caught sight of something flying nearby. Thinking it may as well be caught as food, a net was unleashed and captured the creature. She only just saw the Na’vi as they were sinking into the waters.

The man suddenly opened his eyes and inhaled sharply coughing up whatever liquid he inhaled while he was drowning. ‘’oh thank you great mother! You are alright!’’ she helped him sit up and patted his back to ease his pain. As the stranger was regaining his breath she took the time to examine his interesting attire, he was wearing a chest piece unlike anything she’s ever seen, most men back at the village wear toe guards which protect the heart, not whatever this is. The man also has long cloth wrapped around his legs which ended above his feet, ‘is it not hard to move in those?’.  A hand suddenly grasped her arm and threw her to the ground underneath a hard body, she squeaked as she was turned to her stomach and a knee was pushed into her lower back and her hands were bound behind her body by a larger one. 

‘’Now just what do you think you’re doing huh?’’ He growled out, the words not making any sense to the woman underneath him, she just saved his life and this is how he thanks her?. ___ wriggled and tried hard to escape, not understanding what he was saying to her and unaware of the horrible insults thrown into her face. 

‘’let me go! I do not understand what you are saying!’’ She begged, the pressure on her lower back increasing tenfold and causing pain. She winced and stopped, unable to move more as the knee pushed further into her.

‘’where..am i?’’ He spoke, his accent strong and evident in his words, although his speaking was that of a babies, slow and unsure. The woman’s ears twitched as she made out what he said, turning her head in the sand of the small island she took them too she shouted, ‘’you are near my home, I have taken you to an island after saving you, now please let me go!’’. Quaritch didn’t know why he bothered to ask, he can’t understand a fucking word, he did however understand she wanted to be let go.

Like hell he’ll do that.

A sharp spike of pain hit his abdomen and he doubled over and was forced to let go of the Na’vi who scrambled out from under his body and kneeled facing him on her feet, glaring with a hand on the knife at her hip just in case he tried to reprimand her again. But was surprised to see his face scrunched up in pain with his own hand against his stomach. Her eyes widened as she finally took notice of his wounds ‘how did I not spot this sooner?!’. Instantly standing up and calling to her tsurak who was nearby she grabbed the guys shoulder and pulled him to try and stand him up ‘’I will take you back to Al’mete, I will get you help, come’’.

But he merely turned around and hissed, mouth wide open and pearly fangs on clear display for her to see as a warning, on instinct she hissed back at the threat display. Not taking no for an answer, she pulled him again and pointed to his bleeding wound when he started to growl ‘’come, you are hurt’’. She tried again with concern in her blue eyes. Quaritch realised that she wanted to take him away to aid him, with her greener hand pointing to his gash and her other one pulling his arm it was becoming obvious. He was too weak to fight properly and had no idea where his stupid ikran went off to, he was lost and alone to fend for himself so he figured he has no choice and got up to follow, hunched over and breath raggedy. ‘I’m gonna regret this’.

The native woman walked into the water and he hesitated figuring she might pull him under when they got deep enough and that this was some sort of trap, she will kill him then feed his body to the rest of her so called clan, ‘it’s what savages do’ and that’s when he saw the huge alligator-like creature in the water, it solidified his choice to stay the hell away. ‘’hell the fuck no’’. Quaritch went to grab his knife at his side but instead found nothing, forgetting that it’s sunk to the bottom of the ocean. He swore, and got into a fighting stance preparing to get attacked, remembering when his banshee almost got his head bit off because of Jake and his skimwing, ___ merely blinked at him, wondering why he wanted to fight her so badly. 

‘’come’’ she beckoned him over, making tsaheylu in preparation to leave, ‘’do not be difficult’’ she glared. The blue recoms head started pounding, he’s losing a lot of blood by now. Grabbing his hand she gently pulled him over seeing as he was struggling and sat him down behind where she would be kneeled, ‘’you are very strange you know…hold on to me’’.

‘’get the hell off me!’’ His weak thrashing ceased as the tsurak took of at great speeds above the water so he could breath. Miles’s head started to spin with the bumping of the waves and he fell unconscious quickly, leaning into the woman’s back as she held his thigh, steadying him until they returned to her village.

‘’why did you save this man?! He is of the sky! DEMON LOOK AT THESE HANDS!’’ The Tsahìk was immensely angry as she held up Quaritch’s arm showing off the five fingers, why must her daughter be as kind as she is a good warrior, she swore it would be her own downfall. But whatever feelings she may feel towards the skyperson in the marui is pushed aside as he is heeled by her hands by the desperate pleas of her kin. There must be a reason why he is here, she has seen the stars change that day a year ago and knew the humans have returned, but the Metkayina remain unaffected as they are reef people away from the forest and the dangers of aliens.

So why? why is he here?

‘’I am sorry mother! I did not know!’’ ___ ears where downturned in shame, she brought a skyperson to their home but she held no regret to saving his life. How was she supposed to know what the humans looked like anyhow? She has never came across one before, and the man in the murui looked Na’vi to her.

As the Tsahìk Nätsa finished patching all his wounds she stood from her kneeling position and turned around, tail cutting the air in anger. ‘’you will tell your father of what you have done, I will not defend you’’ her words are sharp.

‘That is fair’ ___ nodded and watched as her mother strolled out to put her things away. She turned towards the man laying on the floor and sighed ‘what have I got myself into’.

#✰ — avatar works — ✰ #avatar quaritch x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water x reader #miles quaritch #x reader #fanfiction #first story #metkayina reader #pandora #atwow #fluff #Eventual smut #chapter 1 #mentions Jake sully

[ssturniolo]

hi i’m really excited to read ur story’s, i was wondering if u could do the triplets reaction to the reader being a total sweetheart and never gets mad at anything until one day something really pisses them off and she just snaps on everyone?

Snapped

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - triplets x reader (purely platonic)

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - y/n’s social battery runs very low so in turn, she snaps at the triplets.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - yelling, platonic, I think that’s it? (not proofread)

My social battery is only ever halfway full. So being dragged out shopping, and sitting in the car talking was not my idea of a perfect day off from work.

Finally arriving back at the Sturniolos house was the best thing that had happened all day.

I immediately went to Nicks bathroom to get ready for bed in hopes no one would bother me after. I of course love hanging out with Nick, Matt, and Chris but my social battery was extremely low and I just needed some alone time.

Walking down to the kitchen, I quickly grab a snack and turn around to head back up.

“Where ya think your going?” I hear from behind me as Nick places his hands on my shoulders.

My whole body tensed, going unnoticed by Nick. I reluctantly let him lead me to the living room thinking that maybe this wouldn’t be that bad. Oh. My. God. I was wrong.

I couldn’t even hear the movie because Nick and Chris were arguing over a character and Matt had his clash of clans turned all the way up on his phone.

I took deep breaths trying to refocus my mind on the screen, but I couldn’t. I slipped.

“can you guys just never shut up?” I yelled over their bickering “I’ve been going all day trying to stay patient with you idiots and you can’t just quiet down to watch a movie?” I slapped my hand over my mouth before I let any other hurtful words slip, tears brimming my eyes.

For a long moment all three of them stared at me blankly while the color drained from my face. I couldn’t believe myself. I’ve never said anything rude to them nevertheless screamed at them.

Looking at their shocked faces was enough for me to let tears freely glide out of my eyes. I watch as their faces soften watching me break down in their living room.

None of them said a word more as they encased me in a hug. Once breaking their embrace, I explained why I snapped and apologized profusely.

“You don’t have to apologize y/n, the only reason we were shocked was because we’ve never heard you yell before” Matt says while rubbing the small of my back.

“Yeah, I honestly didn’t think you had it in ya” Chris agrees, letting out a small laugh.

You smile at them returning the laugh before making your way to Nicks room to go to (much needed) sleep.

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I hope you liked how this turned out! Not my favorite but I’m still getting used to writing on here lol. Please send in more requests this was so fun to write!!

XOXO ~ Zoe

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #anxitey #social battery #mental health #i snapped #first story #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

[jealousjersey]

cigarette breath

minors dni 🔞 afab receiving, cussing, smut (obvi) choking, pinning, angrymike, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it) p in v, smoking (cigarettes)

(rough draft / not proofread)

blue text = mike speaking / pink text = y/n

(first time writing smut pls be nice ill cry)

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mike comes home after working his ass off to give you the life you two deserve. he finds you on the couch half asleep wearing a pink tank top and black shorts. any other day he would sit and watch tv with you while drifting in and out of sleep, but today he was far too enraged and wanted to get his anger out and fuck you senseless.

he comes up behind you and kisses your neck with his heavy breath that smelled like cigarette tar. he leaves purple marks on your neck while trying to maintain boring conversations about his day. he knew you didn’t really care.

it didn’t take long until you were pinned up against his door, his hand gripping your neck with enough force to make you choke a second.

“that’s right- fuckk baby~ you know how to do it right” he mumbles in your ear

he slides in and out your walls at a faster pace than usual, signaling his irritability. you drip onto his cock as you let out a soft moan- “fuck mike~ faster baby fuckk i’ve been waiting for this for a week~ youv been mso busy” your eyes roll back into your head as you bite your lip so hard it leaves blisters. he doesn’t catch onto it. normally he would start going faster to help you finish. but as of right now he just keeps that steady pace, driving you crazy.

“ugmf- fuck mike please go faster-” you whimper, hoping not to upset him more than he already was.

“fuck~ babe i’m fuckinfff~~” he grunts as he releases his warm load into your tight pussy, painting your walls with a thick layer of his cum.

mike rolls over after he finishes, his cock exposed and still soaking with a mix of both of your juices. when he snaps out of his tired unloaded state, he rushes to the bathroom and starts running warm water to take a rag under and clean both of you off.

no matter how tired, out fucked, or plain lazy he feels, you are always his priority.

as both of you get dressed again, he guides you out to the balcony, lighting his cigarette as he holds you tightly.

#mike schmidt x reader smut #five nights at freddy's #mike shmidt #josh hutcherson #first story #rough draft #fanfic #smut

[changeyerfuckincar]

paring: y/n x lando norris

summary: you and lando are yet to launch your relationship as you’re both f1 drivers. oneshot

A/n: dodging paparazzi! longing looks! ugh! angst, fluff, slight smut. i love it and i hate it. also not proof read, also first post sorta

You and Lando had been in a relationship for a few months now. He tied tho knot in a way that was perfect just for you. Between racing and your relationship there was no best way to launch it. You both knew the media would capitalise on it immediately and frankly you didn’t need paparazzi turning you into Lando Norris’ girl. You had earned your position in formula one just like anyone else.

It was after one of the usual races, Lando had extremely done well and so did you. You were doing after-race interviews, as was everyone else. The questions they were asking you were standard, nothing too cunning or out of the ordinary. But your mind just wasn’t there. You wished you could congratulate him the way you wanted it, it physically hurt you not to give him the biggest hug. Further up the line stood Lando. Sweat ridden and panting but still gorgeous, a red flush on his cheek and a cherry smile. You admired how easily laidback he was. Mingling well with the interviewers.

You loved the secrecy of your relationship too, knowing that he was yours alone and no one had anything to say. But you also yearned for the openness, not ducking him in the paddock, being able to congratulate him however you want after a race. It was lose lose and a win win.

He caught your eye for a split second and you averted yours instantly.

“Miss yn?”

You snapped out of your trance.

“Sorry, what?” You felt embarrassment creeping up your neck.

“I asked you how the car was performing?”

“Oh right. Sorry.” You flailed for a second. “Umm, yeah, the car performed as usual, we had the pace so here’s to hoping we can climb up the ladder to bigger and better things.”

You flashed a quick smile at the interviewer and rushed back to the paddock. Honestly you didn’t care much for interviews. It was hard to answer when you knew they were for headlines and conspiracies.

You hated the fact that you couldn’t even leave the paddock with him, not wanting to shine too much light on yourselves. You knew the moment they seen your gaze on him they would pick it up straight away. The interviewers weren’t stupid, they could puff out any story out of thin air.

Your team congratulated you as you entered your room. Your phone on the table buzzed.

Lando: you coming to my hotel after?

Yn: yep. gotta wait till the fans calm down though

Lando: Yeah. ‘Course.

Lando: Hurry up though

Yn: nah.

After sending that message you did pick up the pace though, figuring out the easiest and fastest way to commute to your hotel and then his.

You didn’t even know Lando’s thoughts about the whole thing yet. You knew he didn’t always like the complete limelight on him all the time, especially when it came his private life.

You cleaned up at your hotel, putting on any type of accessory that hid any part of you that was identifiable. You decided to drive to his hotel.

You entered the hotel hastily, the receptionists already being tipped off about your coming. It was one of those luxury hotels with extra security.

You knocked on his door. Lando opened it instantly. You stepped in immediately pushing him back into the room and closing it behind you.

He was laughing. He though the extent you went through to keep it a secret was hilarious. Decked out in a large scarf around the bottom half of your face and neck with dark sunglasses on top.

“Shut up.” you said, untangling the scarf from your neck.

“I haven’t even said anything!” he quipped back.

“I can hear your thoughts.” You flung the cap at him, which he caught. His quick reflexes jumping through.

He wrapped you in a tight hug. “Missed my girl.” he mumbled against your neck, trailing light kisses on you.

“Missed you too.” You mumbled, lightly pushing him off you and leading him to what your guessed was the bedroom.

His room was massive, the living room and kitchen an open floor plan and another door leading to the bathroom and bedroom. Luckily you picked the right door. You loved how he let you lead him like he was a lost puppy, following you until you dropped his hand in the bedroom.

He jumped onto his bed and patted beside him. “Come here baby.”

And you did. You wrapped your hands around him and kissed him. He kissed softly, like you were delicate and it was his first and last kiss. You moved rhythmically against his lips, falling into a familiar place. You could feel his smile against you.

You bit his lip softly, pulling away from his and leaving a light kiss on his nose. You weren’t always so good in conveying your feelings through words, physical touch and gestures was your way.

Laying on the sheets beside him you fell into comfortable conversation, exchanging paddock gossip and shoving your phone in his face for him to agree to your opinions on various thing. It was comfortable, and like this no anxieties found you.

Mid-way through speaking Lando went quiet. You perked up. “What?”

He slid an amused look at you, fighting a smile. “Nothing.”

Now you really wanted to know since it obviously wasn’t nothing. “What? What is it?”

He handed you his phone. Max sent him a link to a tabloid posted around an hour ago. It was a picture of you getting to Lando’s hotel. Mentally you hit yourself, how did they even find you?

Mystery girl enters Lando Norris’ hotel to meet him. Confirmed by receptionist.

By the description they had no idea that it was you. It was unnerving to say the least, you didn’t see anyone around and you even checked. You zoomed in on it, squinting, trying to see if any part of it was distinguishing. Beside you Lando laughed.

“What’s so funny.” You asked him, zooming in on each part of you.

“Just the writers choice of words, look,” he laughed, scrolling up. “Potential lover of Lando.” He laughed even louder. “I think i’m more the lover of you.”

You pushed his face away with you palm. “Shut up,” you groaned, “oh my days. This is serious.”

You hated the way he took everything so lightly, and you hated the fact that it was rubbing off on you. Now you were only slightly apprehensive about this whole thing. It was actually kind of funny, minus the implication that Lando has a girl other than you.

“What if they find out?” you asked him, handing back his phone.

“So what? I bagged a talented girl.”

“Lando.” You pouted.

“What?” You gave him a look. He shrugged lightly. “I’m not embarrassed or anything, If they find out, they find out. But i’d rather be the one to post it.”

“You would?” It never crossed your mind that he was proud of your relationship. That you were making it all up in your head and making this so much for difficult than it needed to be.

“Fuck yeah,” he ran a hand through his hair. “ Make a beautiful debut on the .jpg.”

You flopped yourself on top of him. Groaning loudly and over-dramatically.

“Why is everything so difficult?” you whined, burying your face in the sheets.

“Because you make it.” he quipped.

He manoeuvred you until your chest was pressed against his chest. His face so close to yours his breath tickled your nose. You grinned, growing and soft with all this admiration. “You’re so gorgeous, Lando.” you whispered.

The smile he replied with was nothing short of admiration too. He peppered kisses all over your face. Whispering, he replied, “You too baby.”

#lando x reader #lando norris #lando norris x you #instagram au #f1 instagram au #f1 x female driver #f1 fanfic #first story

[writersmilex]

Patch Me Up

Jimmy Hopkins X Fem | Reader

Summary: Jimmy always gains wounds on his hands from all those fights, and you help to patch him up, every single time. Attention: Mentioned/Non-graphic Violence

(A/n): This is a new fandom I have been intersted in for a while now, that’s why I’ve been away writing for BULLY, since there is not much on all the sites I have looked. There are a lot of interesting characters in this Game that I get to play even! I think some will like it as much as I do.  _________________________________________

"Oww..." Jimmy hisses as (Y/n) cleans up his now very open and bleeding knuckles, she clicks her tongue in silent judgement while resuming her magic tricks of healing. Jimmy remembers (Y/n) telling him that she wanted to become a doctor of sorts, and he believes wholeheartedly that she can achieve that dream of hers. With the number of times, she has helped him with any minor injuries he's had over time.

Cleaning the blood off Jimmy's hands, other people's blood mixed with his own. (Y/n)'s hold on his fingers is firm yet tender, not to hurt him but just to keep him still. This isn't the first time (Y/n) finds herself treating the wounds on Jimmy's hands. She tried to reason with him the first few times to stop fighting with everyone and everything, but it happened again...

After cleaning the wounds, (Y/n) takes the bandages she had prepared for later, loosens the strip to wrap up his hands and dresses the wounds. "This is the point where you tell me off," Jimmy speaks up after a moment of silence and merely watches her work. (Y/n) chuckles and lightly shakes her head, her gaze still remaining on her friend's wounded hands. "Do you listen to that?" she quips, finally looking at him with amusement. Jimmy can't help but laugh as well. She seemed to have realized that scolding him doesn't work. "Only a little bit." He replies, his hand limb in her hold as she keeps wrapping the bandages around his palm neatly, then she moves on to the other hand.

"I can see that." (Y/n) gestures with her gaze to his most recent injuries. Jimmy hisses in discomfort again as she tightens the bandages, "Yeah, yeah... Whatever." He dismisses and looks away into the furthest corner of his room. There it is... The moment that's always so painfully awkward. "whatever, whatever. That's all you can say..." (Y/n) whispers a quiet complaint to herself while continuing to patch him up. Jimmy doesn't reply to her complaining, merely watching her wrap the thin bandages over and through his fingers.

He never admits it, but for some strange reason, he likes this moment. It's calm, there is nothing else but (Y/n) and him while she bandages his war-torn hands up so the 5th time this month alone.

"There we go! As good as new!" (Y/n) gleams at her finished work, Jimmy's hands wrapped in bandages. "You need to keep this on for a few days. I'll refresh them for you tomorrow." (Y/n) looks at Jimmy and smile kindly. Jimmy looks away and examines the bandages, then grins back at his friend. "Yeah, that's good. Thanks, (Y/n)." He tests the agility of his own fingers while his palms are neatly dressed. (Y/n)'s smile doesn't fade as she leans on his knee to stand back up from the floor.

"It's no problem at all, Jim." (Y/n) moves over to her personal medical kit to clean everything up and dispose of the bloody rags. "Guess it's for good use after all." She has hardly used the medical kit on herself as she had initially intended... Luckily. But this is a rather violent school among the students, mostly the boys that get into physical fights on a nearly daily basis. Now, (Y/n) doesn't like to see her friend; Jimmy in pain. So she agreed to help him with whatever wounds he obtained. Jimmy never protested about it and eventually became friendly after the fourth time. (Y/n) never complains about having to patch him up every time, and he is grateful every time. And he feels like just saying 'thanks' is not enough to make it up to her. ~~A Week Later~~ Jimmy hasn't seen (Y/n) all day. And to be honest, he was getting a little worried. In the late afternoon, after classes, he started to ask around for her and the people she is closest with. The only person who had a good lead was Ricky from the Greasers, who (Y/n) is on good terms with. "Yeah, (Y/n) tried to defend some Freshman pipsqueak from one of the Bullies. They started to fight, and (Y/n) took a few hits before she fled." Ricky explains what happened, a look of concern on his face. "And you just stood there and watched?!" Jimmy accuses angrily, but Ricky is quick to defend himself and his hands in defence, shaking his head frantically. "No! Of course not! I tried to help her when she ran away, but she is really fast, man." Ricky defends. Jimmy doesn't want to hear anything anymore and walks away from the Greaser without saying anything to him. "Just make sure she's okay!" Ricky calls after Jimmy, and once again, does not get a response. Jimmy now knows for sure that (Y/n) got hurt in some way, and he only grows madder. He is ready to pummel whoever dared to hurt her into the ground, six feet below if he gets the chance to. His rage does not last very long when he hears an almost inaudible sob coming from behind the wall before the girls' dorm he just stomps past. He assumes that it must be (Y/n), which seems like the next best conclusion in his mind. And he was right, upon approaching and investigating the noise. He finds (Y/n) leaning against the wall, sniffling lightly. Beatrice is by her side attempting to comfort her. "It'll heal in a couple of days, (Y/n). And the bleeding will stop on its own, keep your head forward, not backwards." She pushes her back to keep her leaning forward, her nose pressed in a bloody tissue. "What happened to you?!" Jimmy takes a defensive stance. Ready to attack anyone she'd point at, at her expense. (Y/n) doesn't look up to meet his eye, but Beatrice does, looking at him solemnly. "She got attacked by Wade when defending a Freshman. That's what she told me." Beatrice confirms what Ricky has told him had happened. Jimmy sighs deeply in an attempt to calm down slightly to be able to help you. "Where is your medical kit, (Y/n)?" He asks once he has calmed down, but she doesn't respond vocally and only points in the direction of the girls down, Jimmy assumes that it's in her dorm. And without a second thought, he goes to look for it.

He came back a moment later with (Y/n)'s medical kit in hand, along with a cold rag for the bruises.

Once Beatrice notices Jimmy return, she stands up and coughs awkwardly. "I presume you've got this. I need to get a jump on chemistry." He assumes that Beatrice got uncomfortable and just wanted to leave. Doesn't matter, he can handle this. Jimmy takes a seat right next to (Y/n) with the medical kit on the other side. "come 'ere..." Jimmy grabs (Y/n) by her shoulder and makes her turn to look at him. She lifts her head from the tissue, dried blood covering her nose and mouth, a bruise forming under her right eye. Jimmy takes the rag and runs it over the forming bruise as gently as he could. (Y/n) eventually relaxes as it is his turn to patch her up. "I was stupid... Thinking I could take him on..." (Y/n) scolds herself while Jimmy cleans the dried blood away from under her nose. "Yeah, you are," Jimmy adds to her scolding, causing her to laugh a little. But her laugh was cut short with a little hiss of pain as Jimmy presses the rag on the bruise a little too hard. "Sorry..." Jimmy quickly apologizes. Once the blood is completely gone, Jimmy lets (Y/n) hold the rag over her bruise. "Thanks for helping me." (Y/n) gives Jimmy a look of sincerity. Jimmy looks down at the ground and shrugs, a little flustered. "Yeah, No problem..." He replies. "It's about time I pay you back for all the times you helped me." He explains while cleaning up the medical kit just like he has seen (Y/n) do so many times before. "You're a good friend, Jimmy." (Y/n) says out of the blue. Despite being in pain, she manages to smile a little, or maybe the pain has ceased by now. Jimmy laughs, "And you are too. Even if you're too reckless for your own good." He replies with a grin as turns back to his friend. She laughs, "Same to you!" She gives Jimmy a playful punch on his arm. Jimmy feels very accomplished, he got the chance to repay (Y/n) for all the times she has helped him. _________________________________________ Here is the first one. I think a good one to start off with. There is more where that came from. Stay tuned for more. Thanks for Reading❤️ - Smilex🙂

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Guilty until Proven Innocent-Part I

A/N: Hey everyone. Thank you for taking the time to look at this story. This is for a collaboration with @lainiespicewrites. She is an excellent writer and I figured it was my turn to stretch my writing muscles and put something out into the world. This is my first Henry Cavill fic, so please don't be too harsh. Anyways, enjoy!

Synopsis: After recent murders in town, You (Olivia) decide to train with Edith in the art of self-defense. In the middle of training, you got a mysterious knock on the door. Sherlock walks in, looking for assistance with his latest case. He offers you to partake in a partnership to help him in his latest case? Do you take it?

Warnings: mentions of death

“You’re progressing nicely Olivia.”  Edith smiled from above me, her elbow pinning me to the floor mat.  There wasn’t a hint of sweat along her forehead.  She had taken me down in less than a minute. The worst part was I thought I was going to land a hit on her this time.

”I’m beginning to think that you’re just saying that to soothe my pride”. I rasped out.  She had eased her hold on me and stood up, extending a hand.

”Nonsense.  Look how far you’ve come since you first stepped in these doors.  Pretty soon you’ll be able to hold your ground with me.”  She exclaimed as I grabbed her hand and hoisted myself up.  My back had long since started throbbing.

For the past few weeks, I have been meeting Edith at her office to train and learn self-defense.  Ever since the first girl went missing and was later found dead in the street I hadn’t been able to sleep soundly.  There were constant, nagging thoughts that made me question if I was going to be the next victim.  It had only gotten worse when they found the next girl a week later in the middle of an alleyway that I frequently visited.  Her throat had been cut. 

In London, it was ill-advised for a woman, especially of noble birth, to consider something as trivial as self-defense.  Women are supposed to be soft, elegant, and passive. All of the trouble and responsibility in making decisions was for the men. 

 Being passive and soft didn’t save those girls from their cruel end.

And I wasn’t going to let myself become like them.  I refuse to be the next girl that falls victim to this.  So I went to my dear friend Enola at her detective agency and inquired about a solution to my predicament.  She sent me over to Edith and had me start training the next day.  I’ve been training every day since then.

I’m still not really good at it.

”Did you say the same thing when you were teaching Enola?”  I inquired as I dusted myself off.  Edith only shook her head.

”Not exactly.  Her response was more witty, thanks to her mother.”  Eudoria Holmes, the mother, the fire starter as people liked to call her.  I’ve seen her wanted poster splayed all across London.  But I didn’t see her as a criminal.  I saw her as the woman who saved my life six months ago.

That morning had been cold and bitter.  I remember feeling my fingers grow numb while I huddled against a mailbox.  Its red paint had chipped away at its base, leaving rust behind.

Which was ironic and poetic now that I think back on it.  And let me explain why.

It all started when my father had recently passed from a sickness that left my mother and me penniless.  With no man in the house and no money to our name, we were cast out of society.  My mother and I were thrown out and the estate that I called my home.   It was sold to another noble family in the south.

We lived off the street after that.  My mother, using what knowledge she had of needlework, had acquired a job as an assisted seamstress.  I was left to salvage whatever pity people gave me and half-rotten food from dumpsters.

Eventually, we were able to afford a small cottage on the outskirts of town.  It was small, run-down, and often had a damp smell to it.  Mother didn’t like to be there for a long period.  She claimed it was because she was so busy with her duties to the seamstress that she didn’t have time to spend there.  I think it was because she missed her life at the estate and living in this small broken cottage was too much for her to bear.

That morning six months ago I decided to go into town to fill my water bucket and get bread before it got too crowded.  When I got there, I sat down by the mailbox to wait for the bakery to open.  I was particularly annoyed when I saw a lot of people around this early in the morning.

I was watching a man get onto a carriage when something shifted from the corner of my eye.  It had been a man, or what I thought was a man walking towards me with a package in their hand.  When we made eye contact I didn’t think anything of it.  I just watched them and noted how stiff they walked. They placed the package in the slot of the mailbox.  Before I knew it, I was grabbed by the elbow, hoisted upright, and pulled away from the mailbox.  

That mailbox exploded, releasing a whirlwind of fliers into the air.

The two of us had run from the police.  I was forced to since they refused to let go of my hand.  We ran until this stranger knew that they weren't being followed.  

When things settled down, the man revealed that they were a woman in disguise.  She introduced herself as Eudoria Holmes and then proceeded to lecture me about being near explosives as if she were my own mother.  All I had wanted to do was bite back, to lecture her on how she shouldn’t be putting explosives where there were people.

Instead, I broke down, not from her lecturing but because of something I couldn’t quite place. All I knew was that I was waiting for a soggy piece of bread and nearly got blown up.

In the end, I told her everything.  I told her my past, my current situation, and why I was even in town in the first place.  One thing kind of led to another.  The next thing I knew I was sitting in Eudoria’s house with a cup of tea in my hand.

I stayed in that damp cottage less and less as time passed and more at Eudoria’s warm, often chaotic home.  That’s where I became friends with Enola, had briefly met her two brothers Sherlock and Mycroft, and felt somewhat happy.  

I don’t know why she pulled me away from that mailbox.  The one time I asked her she said she saw something in me, some sort of fire in my eye.  She didn’t want it to go out along with the mailbox.

I didn’t believe her, but I couldn’t tell that to her.

“So what you’re trying to say is that I still have a long way to go,” I asked as my brain jumped back to the present.  I stepped away from the mat and made my way into her office.

”What I’m saying is you’re doing better than you think you are.  You just began learning.  Give yourself a little credit.”  Following me, she made her way to the table by the window.  A stack of teacups were messily stacked up to one side.  She grabbed two, placed them on saucers, and poured liquid into both.  

“I know.  I’m just…worried.  It’s been a week since the last victim was found and the police still haven’t found the suspect.”  I let out a sigh and sipped some of my tea.  I needed a moment to choose my words carefully.  “I just want to be…prepared.”

A heavy pause filled the air before either of us spoke.  

”Olivia…there’s more to that, isn’t there?” Edith’s words were soft and gentle.

“I mean I-“. My response was sharply cut short.

A knock pulled our attention away from our conversation and to the door.  A tall man entered from the training room and to Edith’s office.  I couldn’t place if he looked tall because of his size, or because of the giant top hat sitting snugly on top of his head.  Dark wavy strands of hair peaked through from under his hat. 

”Have you any sense what time it is?”  Edith interrogated, crossing her arms.  The man took off his hat, revealing thick brown locks.  His sculpted jawline and nose complimented the hair.  Blue, mesmerizing eyes glanced around, investigating.

But the feature that I recognized right away from him was his shoulders.  I knew those shoulders.

”Hello, Edith” His attention briefly shot to me “Olivia”  I curtly nodded, averting my eyes.

”Good evening Mr. Holmes.”  I responded softly.  “With what do we owe the pleasure of your company?” Holmes.  Sherlock Holmes.  One of Enola’s older brothers. One of the greatest detectives I’ve ever seen.

”There’s no need for formalities Olivia.”  I felt something warm begin to grow on my cheeks at his response.  He’s only being polite Olivia.  We are only acquaintances because of Enola and Eudoria.  He doesn’t like you like that.

Or does he?  

I’m not sure.

Sherlock Holmes is a difficult man to understand.

“What are you here for Sherlock?”  Edith asked again, harsher this time.  Her tone quickly pulled me back to the present and away from my thoughts.  

Sherlock cleared his throat, his blue eyes revealing some sort of inner turmoil within himself.  It was an unusual amount of emotion that I was not used to seeing.  I expected it with Mycroft, he practically wore his emotions on his face at all times.  Sherlock never did.  He’s always been composed, and proper.  Before me now he still was, but a layer of some sort had been chipped away.

”I….need your help.”  He struggled to say the words like it was almost painful to him.  A moment of silence clung in the air.  

”Is it about Enola?   Did she get herself into trouble?”  There was a hint of concern in Edith’s voice when she begged the questions.  The only response he gave was a small shake of his head. I watched as realization flashed on her face. 

”There’s something about this case-“. 

”That deduction cannot solve?”  Edith finished his thought.  He slightly nodded, setting his hat down on her desk.  That was my cue. I softly placed my teacup down and made my way to the table by the window.  I began making some tea for Sherlock while listening to the conversation.

”I may need your…skills to get information from a place I cannot enter.”

“What kind of place?”  He listed off a name that I didn’t recognize.  Edith’s face slightly reddened.

”A showgirl theatre?! You cannot ask me such a thing Sherlock, no matter how close we are.”  My eyebrows raised as I grabbed a cup and saucer and poured some tea into the cup.

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t have another option.  A woman’s life is at stake.” His tone was calm, but there was something else there.

”But going into this with the possibility of getting murdered is not something I’m comfortable with.  Woman’s freedom and rights is one thing, going after a serial killer is a whole other matter entirely”

”Edith, I-“. I cut them off.

”I’ll do it.  I’ll go instead of you.”  In their arguing, I had made my way back to the two of them, Sherlock's tea in hand.  I had left mine behind.

”Olivia, do you know what kind of place that is, what situations you can get into.  You’re nowhere near ready to hold your ground”. What she said was like a punch to the gut.  

I knew I wasn’t ready, we had that same conversation not thirty minutes ago.  But I knew that if Edith went and something bad had happened to her Enola and Eudoria would be devastated.  I was different.  If I went and something happened to me, Edith would still be here training more girls like me.

”Who else is going to do it?  Enola?  She’s not expendable. I am.  And Edith, what about the other girls you train?” I took a breath, the stubbornness in me growing. “Besides, I know these streets better than anyone.  I’ve lived in them.  I know where to go in case I’m being followed.   And because of the way I look,”. I paused briefly looking down at myself, at my curvy, plump figure.  “No one would suspect me.  They would just see me as a showgirl trying to make ends meet.  I can blend in, go undercover, and get the information that he needs in order to catch this murderer.”

A heavy pause hung between the three of us.

I let what I said sink into the two of them.  I know that Edith is fighting with herself on whether she can let me go.  She believes that I am her responsibility, and I kind of was while Eudoria was undercover.  But since starting to learn to defend myself I told myself that I couldn’t sit and wait.  Sitting and worrying about who the next victim is going to drive me crazy.  If I can help and make a difference, then maybe the suspect will be caught before there’s more tragedy.  

”I promise I won’t let anything bad happen to her.”  Sherlock’s voice broke the silence and my inner thoughts.  “You have my word.”  His eyes met mine at his.  I felt something else there besides the promise.   Edith sighed,  rubbing her temples with both her index fingers.

“Okay, Sherlock.  Just…make sure she comes back in one piece.”   Edith finally concurred.  “You’re going to have to speak to your mother if you don’t.”

A smile tugged at my lips at the agreement.  I finally raised the cup of tea, offering it to him.    

”When do we start?”

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