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MY EMERGENCY sur Wattpad ♥️

#fanfiction #wattpad #evan buck x reader #evan buckley #911 abc #911 fox #eddie diaz #buck

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the great thing about being a fanfic writer: if there's a certain fanfic plot you can't find, you can make it yourself.

the terrible thing about being a fanfic writer: now you *have* to write that fanfic plot you can't find.

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UNE FF sur la série #911 🚨

#fanfiction #wattpad #911 abc #911 fox #evan buck x reader #evan buckley

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Une ff cross-over entre la série « Big Sky » et « Walker » ? 🤠 HELL YEAH !

Venez jeter un coup d’œil 🫶🏻

#fanfiction #wattpad #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #supernatural #big sky #cordell walker #walker texas ranger #dean winchester #sam winchester #spnfamily #beau arlen #beau arlen one shot

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Jesper: ...I think I'm in love with Y/N.

Inej: Wait, Y/N, as in Kaz's sibling?

Jesper: Yes, that Y/N. Thoughts?

Inej: And prayers.

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Kaz: Well, that was enterprising.

Inej: *To Y/N* Don’t look too pleased with yourself. When Kaz says “enterprising” he really means “morally deficient.”

Kaz: No, I mean enterprising. When I mean morally deficient, I say, “Now, that’s something I would have done."

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News Reporter: Two people have reportedly broken into the facility completely by themselves.

Kaz: What idiots.

*News station, showing live footage of Y/N and Jesper sprinting into the building*

Kaz: Wait, those are my idiots–

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Vous aussi vous voulez pas quitter Pandora ?

The way of the heart sur wattpad 💙 une petite lecture ?

#avatar 2 #avatar #avatar the way of water #fanfiction #neteyam x reader #neteyam x oc #disney #wattpad #jake sully #neytiri

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« Il s'approcha d'elle et lui tendit son bras, qu'elle toisa furieusement.

- Non.

- Quoi tu vas rester là ? et rentrer à la nage ?

- Parfaitement.

- Fais pas celle en colère, monte.

Elle lui adressa un regard noir et attrapa avec nonchalance la main qu'il lui tendait pour prendre place derrière lui.

- Accroche toi, sourit-il. Je voudrais pas te perdre en route.

Elle hésita puis grommela quelque chose d'inaudible avant d'entourer ses bras autour de la taille du garçon.

- Fais pas cette tête, ça te rends moins belle.

- Mes bras sont autour de ta taille, un mot de plus et je t'étouffe. »

Extrait « The way of the heart » 📕

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auteur @sylvanaa12red 🖊️

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Quand tu souffres de dépression post-avatar, qu’est-ce que tu fais ? 👂🏻

Je répète, quand tu es dans le déni de vous savez qui, qu’est-ce que tu fais ?

Tu 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁 ✨écris✨

Si le cœur vous en dit, j’écris

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#avatar #thewayofthewater #neteyam x reader #fanfiction #wattpad #jake sully #avatar loak #neytiri

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Stitch My Heart (Simon “Ghost” Riley's GN!Reader)

Summary ~ Ghost finds out you're afraid of needles.

Disclaimer ~ I do not own any Modern Warfare characters.

Word Count ~ 1.6k

Warnings ~ blood, wounds, gunshots, stitches, fear of needles

Modern Warfare Masterlist

Taglist ~ @churchofrain @redpool @nightingale-ghost-writer @fict1onallyobsessed @ghostisdaddy @simonea27 @dyzlks @iccedays @chaoskrakenuwu @untoldshortsofthefandoms @exhaustedpotat0

A/n ~ fun fact the story about fish in this is actually something that happened to me as a child

••••••

“Drive!” You practically screamed to Ghost as you pulled the stolen truck door closed, your hand pressing tightly to the large cut on your arm as you leaned back in the passenger seat.

The truck lurched forward and the tires squealed as Ghost drove the truck down the bumpy road, bullets littering the side of the truck as he drove away from the fight.

You sighed once the thumping of gunfire fell silent, and the two of you moved farther and farther away from the firefight you had both been caught up in. A case of bad intel had led you both into an ambush, dozens of Russians swarming your position which resulted in a few minor injuries between the two of you before Ghost was able to hot-wire a truck. While the lieutenant handled your getaway vehicle you were stuck holding off the small army of men who were pushing toward you, one of them making it a little too close and slashing your arm with his knife before Ghost put a bullet in his head and yelled at you to get in the truck.

“You're bleeding.” Ghost pointed out while glancing away from the road for a brief moment.

You shrugged and pulled your bloody hand away from the cut along your bicep, “It’s fine, I'll take care of it when we get to the safe house.” You pulled a bandana out of one of the many pockets along your vest and wrapped it tightly around the wound, your teeth gritting together to silence the wince that it caused. “What about you? You good?” You raised a brow and looked over at the masked man in the driver's seat.

He nodded but said nothing.

You leaned back against the cushioned seat and raised your hand to the radio clipped on your vest, “Price, this is Y/l/n, come in.” You released the side button and waited for a response.

“This is Price, give me a sitrep Y/n.” Price’s voice spoke into your earpiece.

You sighed, “Everything went to crap, it was an ambush.” You explained to the captain.

“You both alright?”

“A little blood, a lot of sweat, no tears though!” You forced out a laugh, “Ghost hot-wired a truck and we’re on our way to a safe house he knows of.” You turned your head to look out the window of the truck.

“Keep your blood in and send me your location once you're there, I'll try to have exfil to you as soon as possible.”

“Yes sir.”

“Watch each other's backs out there yeah?” Price said.

You smiled, “Ah Big Guy’s safe with me captain.” You noticed Ghost glance over at you again while you dropped your hand from the radio.

Blood was seeping through the brown bandana on your arm staining the fabric a dark crimson color, small lines of red liquid dripped down your arm and soaked into the seat of the truck. You lifted the edge of the cloth and grimaced, the flesh was cut deep, too deep for just a bandage to fix. You knew it would need stitches.

•••

Nearly an hour had gone by and you were still in the truck, Ghost had mentioned something to you about being a few miles away from the safe house but that had been nearly twenty minutes ago.

Your head felt like it was full of cotton and your limbs felt stiff, any adrenaline left over from the fight had worn off which left you feeling every single bump and bruise you had received.

“How bad’s it hurt?” Ghost’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I’m fine.” You kept your eyes forward.

He drove down a small road through the trees and pulled the truck to a stop in front of a small cabin, “Not what I asked.” He rested one arm on the steering wheel and turned to look at you, his cold stare settling on you.

“Stings pretty bad.” You finally told him.

The driver door opened and the truck shook slightly as Ghost climbed out, “Medical equipment inside, let's things sorted in there, and then I'll take a look at it.”

You watched him walk from the truck to the front door of the cabin before you climbed out, your hand moving back to sit over the cut as you walked. You followed behind Ghost with your gun raised as he walked into the small building, checking it over for any sign that it was no longer secure.

After he announced that it was clear you moved into the small kitchenette in the corner and untied the bandana from around your arm, the blood that had dried to the edges making you curse quietly under your breath as it pulled.

You dropped the bloody cloth in the sink and looked down at the gash, it was at least four inches long and it was deep enough that it needed to be stitched closed or it would never heal on its own.

You hated needles, you were terrified of them. The idea of them being under your skin made your stomach turn and your skin crawl, you hated them.

A box sat down on the counter beside you and made you jump, Ghost’s large form coming into view next to you, “Let me see your arm.” He gestured to it.

He reached his hand out to grab your arm but you stepped away from him, “I can do it, it's fine.”

You saw his brows move up under his mask, “You can't stitch that on your own.”

“I'm not a big fan of needles Ghost.” You put your hand over the bleeding cut, “I'd rather you not see me squirm like a baby.”

His gaze softened, “What bothers you about them?” He leaned back on the counter and crossed his arms over his chest.

You furrowed your brows, “what?”

Ghost reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling your arm out for him to get a look at, “Tell me why you don't like needles.” He dug around in the box behind him.

You watched him carefully as he pulled out a sterile gauze pack and pulled it open, his now ungloved hands pressing the cloth to the cut while looking at you.

“I don't know, I just don't like them in my skin.” You watched him as he slowly wiped at the skin around the cut, “I hate the idea of them being under my skin.”

He reached back into the box and pulled out the kit with stitching needles and synthetic thread, “You trust me yeah?” He set the kit down on the counter.

“Yes.” your eyes stayed on the kit.

“Climb up here and let me stitch your arm up then.” He tapped his fingers on the counter, “You don't have to look and I’ll get it done fast.”

“Okay.”

You used your arms to pull yourself up onto the counter, wincing loudly at the pain it caused in your bicep. You didn't miss the way Ghost moved forward as if you help you.

“Don't warn me or anything, just do it.” You said while tapping your hand on your knee.

Ghost nodded and treaded the curved needle before stepping close to you, “Tell me something.”

You looked away from Ghost so you didn't have to see the needle, “Tell you what?”

“Anything, just start talking, it'll take your mind off of this.” He mumbled just as you felt a pinch along your arm.

You tensed up and clenched your hands into tight fists, “Uh I had three beta fish when I was kid, fed ‘em toilet paper once and then they died.” You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath through your nose.

“You fed toilet paper to fish?” You could have sworn you heard a bit of humor in his voice.

You flexed your hands open and loosed a breath, “I was like five, I didn't know what I was doing.” You opened your eyes and looked at the old couch in the living room of the cabin, “You have any pets growing up?”

You felt him pause his actions and rest his hand against your arm, “No, I didn't really like animals when I was a kid.”

“You know, I guess needles aren't the worst thing to be afraid of.”

“That so?”

You hummed, “I knew a guy who was afraid of butterflies, a grown man and he was petrified of butterflies.” A quiet laugh came from the man beside you this time which caused you to look over at him, “Didn't think you could laugh Lt.”

He covered the cut on your arm with his hand so you couldn't see it, “I laughed when I need to.” He shrugged.

You smiled faintly and turned to look back at something else, “You should laugh more, it sounded nice.”

“Almost done with this.” He informed you.

“Thanks.” You leaned your head back against the wall, “Most people just tell me it's stupid to be scared of needles.”

You felt him wrapping gauze around your arm, “I know what it's like you be afraid of stuff, trust me.”

You were tempted to ask him about that but decided against it, Ghost didn't often open up to people so you would take what you got.

“All good.” He tapped your shoulder.

You turned back and looked down at your arm, the bandage covering the stitches, “Thank you Ghost.”

“Call me Simon.”

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tranquility - simon “ghost” riley x medic!reader

summary: simon finds comfort with you, and he’s finally decided to show it. fluff/hint of angst

No matter what anyone who knew either of you would say, your relationship with the lieutenant was one not for the faint of heart. That is purely in the sense that it is incomprehensible, and no one would ever dare have the courage to question it with either one of you. Especially not with Ghost, he was stubborn enough as it was without the endless insights on his private life.

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Kaz Brekker and Thomas Shelby give off the same energy

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The Cat’s Meow

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings) Pairing: N/A Warnings: N/A Rating: G Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: the world needs more sweet, farmer, doting father Ubbe. You’re welcome!

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Damn Jordan looks so good

He looks freaking amazing.

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You’re one of us now…

Merry Christmas @whatdiknow!!! I know it’s no Baby Yoda and Mando, but I felt like this best represented us. (Seeing as you’re the Iorek Byrnison to my Lyra!) I hope you have a good day and a much better year ahead!

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you held out your hand expectantly and Tommy rolled his eyes at you, holding the cigarette just out of your reach, “not a chance love, this sort of thing, it’s bad for you lungs.”

“what about your lungs?”

“don’t care about em’.”