#call of duty ghosts original character

[howtotwirlaknife22]

Broadway-Prologue

A/N: okay, so after careful consideration and re writing my oc’s story a million times, I’ve come to the realization that the story is simply too long to post in one giant fic like I was originally planning to do so I have decided to break her story up into different parts. This story will be getting progressively darker as I post more parts, but this prologue will be a little sliver of what’s to come. Viewer discretion is advised, and none of what is described in the story is real or encouraged in real life (hopefully obvious, but just for warning).

❗️TW’s❗️: NSFW, cannon typical violence, descriptions of torture, descriptions of sexual and physical abuse, descriptions of broken bones and teeth, descriptions of violence against a female, descriptions of a higher spiritual power, some(?) inaccurate descriptions of military operations.

🔞❗️ NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MDNI BEYOND THIS POINT🔞❗️

A fist went swinging.

It connected with a jaw, then there was a crunch. Blood. Teeth. A pathetic whimper, followed by shallow breathing. A woman, her ankles and wrists bound behind her, lay on her side in an awkward position. She had been stripped down to her underwear, and seemed to be covered in various injuries. A different finger broken on each hand, fractured ribs and bruises covering her from head to toe. A few cuts were still fresh, and blood trickled down her body and dripped onto the floor under her. One side of her hair was shorter than the other, as it had been cut and shaved haphazardly. She had multiple burns, and handprints were coupled with bite marks in certain areas. She was physically dirty. She looked as though she hadn’t taken a shower in months, which wasn’t far off from the reality. Her curly hair was matted in the places that weren’t cut off, and if she had a mirror to look into, she knew she would for sure have deep bags under her eyes. A man crouched down in front of her. The man who threw the punch. The man who caused all of this in the first place. He let out a deep chuckle before he finally spoke.

“I gotta say, you’re one hell of a fighter little lady. I wasn’t expecting you to last as long as you have.”

She didn’t acknowledge him. Her breathing was labored, and she tried her best to keep her mind off the immense pain she was in by staring at a crack in the concrete wall. She had become fond of that specific crack for this reason exactly. Every kick, every punch, and every touch she received could have sent a normal person over the edge. But she tried to keep calm and recall her training, and she redirected her mind towards the crack in the wall. The man suddenly grabbed her by her matted hair, and yanked her head up to look at him. She let out a pained groan, and his eyes raked down her face. She opened her one good eye, the one that wasn’t swollen, and met his dark gaze. He cracked a small smirk, and balled up his fist in her dark hair. She winced and opened her bloody mouth to make a noise, but nothing came out. The man began to speak again, his voice lower this time. “You know the drill sweetheart. All you have to do is chirp, tell us those codes, and we’ll send you right back home. And If you make it difficult for us, well…I think you’ve already gotten a good taste of what happens..” she searched his dark eyes for any hint of sympathy, or regret. Or any form of pity at all. But there was nothing. She mustered up all of the strength that she had left, and spat out a glob of blood at his face. He recoiled in disgust and let go of her, letting her fall to the hard ground. He growled as he wiped the blood off of his face and turned back to her, rage radiating off his being. He walked to her, placing his boot on her face. “Y’know, you’re a stubborn one that’s for sure. But we’ll see how tough you are after you spend a couple days in the cooler. How’s that sound?” He pressed harder on her head, earning a muffled whine from her. She felt like her head was about to explode. She felt helpless. She never felt connected to any deity out there, but in that moment, she prayed that someone would be her savior. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could survive without help. She wondered where her team was, what they were doing in this very moment. She wondered if they ever completed their mission, and she wondered if they were all safe. She could only hope and pray they were. She began to feel herself slipping in and out of consciousness, and she started recounting the events that led to her capture once more, wondering where she went wrong, and what she could have avoided. The last thing she noticed before she finally passed out, was the man speaking to a soldier. Only he wasn’t an average federation soldier, he had different gear from the others. He didn’t have the usual helmet, just a mask. Her vision began to tunnel in, and she felt the exhaustion begin to overtake her consciousness.

[gunnrblze]

New COD Ghosts OC drop :))

Helena Andino Vlahos

•Army Information Technology Specialist, Ghosts member. Computer freak, works mainly alongside Kick ‘n Neptune

•Greek lady! Born in USA (Boston)

•Speaks fluent Greek

•Mid-late 30s

Some random lore;

•Very asocial, comes across as a bit odd/apathetic

•Intelligent and clever, very sly lady hehe

•Smoker, cannottt quit

•Loves the ocean

•Has been on the internet foreva, loves computers/technology

•Big geek, nerd energy on 100

Lil mood-board for her. I base her appearance largely off of Lisa Edelstein (my beloved)

[aoioozora]

I got a little too excited to draw @blacktacmopsi's OC, Livi

She's so cute frfr

(I hope I got her right though)

[devstn]

Alright! Let's see your take on Kick (if it's not too much trouble).🩶🩶🩶 ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

Hey, so srry

I just lost interest. I have another one with both of them (but I'll post it later)

This was the very first one

[thatonesillyducko]

Moodboard: 𝕵𝖊𝖒í𝖒𝖆 Á𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖑 𝕸𝖆𝖗 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖓á𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖟⭑.ᐟ

[sunflowerrr973]

Mood board for my lady

She has a rough past since becoming a soldier (She was sexually harassed and almost raped. I think I should be killed by her). So I think this really suits her

P/s: I felt guilty for creating a story that would make other women feel hopeless either.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

I miss drawing these two (〒▽〒)

Yes Jade is an ugly sleeper

I wish my finals assignments can work itself 😿

[alkern]

my bebe girl oc with ghosts boys

[dinjoyer]

Ghoap baby!!!

[yawnderu]

I'm sorry but being with simon at the beginning of a relationship would be so awkward.💀

Like...

You can't take pics, you can't know about his routine, you can't know about his work and so goes on.

So or are you with him for the cock or because you have the syndrome of falling in love with strange men

>This turned into a mini character study. 😔🗣️

Good dick has taken you places you wouldn't even go to with a gun.

Simon is a kind man. Truly, he is. He's just... slightly strange. You don't know much about him other than the fact that he has served in the military— something he never even told you, you simply guessed by the dogtags he never takes off and the plethora of scars adorning his pale body, a privilege you didn't get until he realized he could trust you... for the most part.

For a man like Simon, vulnerability was nothing but a highly-desired privilege. Something he wouldn't allow himself to have ever again, hiding his face under different masks that caused the reactions he was looking for— intimidation and fear, the skulls doing nothing more than serving the purpose of representing all he was, a ghost. A man who died a long time ago, way before he was tortured by the greedy, cruel hands of Manuel Roba.

It's not that Simon doesn't love you, he simply doesn't know how to allow himself to be vulnerable. How to put down the walls he spent a lifetime building, serving as shelter from his father's abuse, nothing but a mere way of shielding the broken pieces of his soul, not allowing anyone to trample what little he had left.

... not until you came, at least. Sweet little thing, never moving away from his side even when Simon told you nothing good comes from men like him. Perhaps it's unfair, yet Simon only warned you once. Had a long chat with you about how you could do better— only for you to find yourself already tangled on his web, unable to leave even if you wanted to... and good for him, because the idea of leaving him never once crossed your mind no matter how difficult he could be.

For you, it was a test of patience and care, wanting to peel every single layer of the man Simon Riley is, yet for him, it's a new chance at life. The holy light, in a way, guiding him into a path he never found himself roaming, a path he never even thought he'd have the chance to see, not when he was such a tainted, dirty man, sins that would last him a lifetime easily forgotten the moment your arms wrap around him, holding him with such tenderness one would've thought he's made of expensive fine china rather than scar tissue and trauma.

It's not like Simon is a bad partner— quite the opposite, truly. He has a way with words, reassuring you that there'll be a time where he's able to reveal more about himself and what he does, having a scheduled delivery of flowers and food almost every day he's gone, wanting to keep you happy even when he's on the other side of the world, gaining more enemies by the day.

... And yet he is not afraid anymore. His enemies die with Ghost, by his punishing hand or that of an ally. The moment the mask comes off, he's your Simon. Yours and only yours, never even allowing himself to look at other women, he has the most gorgeous one by his side, one that loves him with all she has, making him feel like a proper lad for the first time in his life.

[nrdmssgs]

Masterlist I Commission slots available

Riot from these series belongs to @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot

Eyes black, big paws And it's poison in his blood A big fire, big burn Into the ashes and no return

[devstn]

Nobody asked, so here I am

Spotify playlist

Songs that describe my OC (at least, I guess)

You've no authority, just a malignant tongue You're not so eloquent without the pages you stole from No messiah, not fit to serve The pupil never becomes the master if they never learn A self-proclaimed healer, self-made cult leader You can't fix the broken If you don't understand the problem A sorry state of affairs, oh, God, what a mess Poison for the lost, corruption of trust Out of your depth, save your breath Climb down from your cross Poison for the lost, corruption of trust Remove your ego now, take off that fucking crown

Like a deer in the headlights I'm barely alive Lost in the ether Cutting my teeth on whatever it takes to survive Suffer; everyone's a victim Cover your callous indifference Deaf are we who refuse to listen I need a shock to the system Fall short in your breathing Eyes wide, I stare at the ceiling No fear and no feeling I've seen enough and it's left me numb One more for the reaper, he's been hot on my tail But I've been trying to dig a little deeper Cause the pain don't feel like it used to feel, no I've seen enough, I crave the rush So I'll dig a little deeper still

It doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or right It doesn’t matter what they say It only matters who you satellite Everything else permanently stripped away Who are you? Malignant or benign? Would you sell out your brother to save your own life? Or neglect your own safety to save him from his plight? Who will you be when your life starts to spin into the void?

Einmal nur am Leben sein, auch wenn wir uns zerstören Keiner will's gewesen sein, ich kann es nicht mehr hören Einmal nur am Leben sein, auch wenn wir dann krepieren Jeder kann der nächste sein, wir haben nichts zu verlieren

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Lass mich einfach nur in Frieden Lass mich so sein wie ich bin Lass mich einfach nur in Frieden Fass mich nicht an

[thatonesillyducko]

Babe, wake up; new art has just dropped.

...

𝕵𝖊𝖒í𝖒𝖆'𝙨 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢⭑.ᐟ

Drew a face claim for Jemíma.I know the actress is Colombian, but this is how I pictured her. (Plus take an example of Valeria and Alejandro's VAs tho). How and why I decided: I used to watch this show called "Modern Family" until I saw a character named Gloria Pritchett. She was exactly like I had imagined, and everything about her—her demeanour, her actions, everything—inspired me to choose Sofía Vergara as Jemíma. The actress herself is remarkable in her own right; she is brilliant, humorous, and witty, with a stunning appearance. I even watched Sofía Vergara's interviews; she is an icon who knows how to handle situations gracefully and confidently.<3

[gold0kapi]

bunch'a wips

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

pssst! how much hair does Jade shed regularly? and ghost’s reaction to her hair all around and about?

like no joke- i have long ass hair and it’s just everywhere. you’re never safe from the long hairs in my home

Not a problem for him (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ 👌

This ask has been on my drafts for a while now but I finally got to finishing it! Hope you like this little comic!

(i myself have a wavy black hair that reaches the small of my back. It's real hard to take care of but I've sworn not to cut my hair until graduation 😂 so I relate to this so much!)

[bigassmoonchild]

Nothing

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Simon claims nothing would've taken him away from you, but it's clearly a lie. You feel nothing, nothing at all, until you are filled with the worst pain of your life.

Content Tags: Hurt/Minimal Comfort, Abandonment, Original Characters (no name, no gender, just a person), Pregnancy, Slight shit-talk of Simon, Even more Hurt/Minimal to No Comfort (more tags will spoil this, but if anything is triggering please let me know and I'll add tags), Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, Omega! Reader, No Use of Y/N

A/N: surprise!

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There's nothing. Nothing in your room- yours and Simons- when you return back to it. Rephrasing it a little better, a majority of his stuff is gone when you finally drag yourself back to the room after spending hours crying. Some paperwork between rounds of crying, but mostly crying.

There's nothing there. His scent is slightly fading, but when you look around you can see the drawers of the dresser left open, clothes half dragged out. The closet is left alone, your nest sitting there all pretty and proper. Maybe a few things shifted from pulling something out.

There is nothing of Simon's left in your room and you are panicking. The room is partially destroyed and you are adding to the damage, throwing other drawers open and tossing blankets around, trying to find something to reason through what's happening.

You feel nothing. Sure, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest and your head, you can feel the cold prickle of fear riding through your body but you truly can't feel anything. Your vision is tunneled and suddenly you can't feel anything.

Dropping to your knees, you can feel the hot tears pouring down your face but you can't feel anything. Nothing feels real. You can feel the pup, kicking angrily, but can you really feel it? Sure, the sensation is there but you aren't able to fully process it.

Your vision is blurry and there is really nothing that you can see but your blinking aggressively. The tears are still pouring but they aren't clouding your vision as much when you're blinking, and now you're seeing the little speck of white buried under a few blankets in the nest you'd destroyed.

Struggling up, you stumble to the nest and drop yourself in. There's a paper there, crinkling under your knees before you're pulling it out and looking at it. It's folded and wrinkly, slightly torn in one place but your opening it up and looking at it.

Mission called. I would have come seen you, but it's an emergency. I shouldn't be going, the pups due far too soon but they won't be able to do much without me.

I love you. I truly, truly do. I'm sorry I can't be all that you need, but I will try and be back as quick as possible.

Si

The paper is suddenly in your face, the scent of him is just barely washing over you. It's faint, but it's there and it's all you need. It's there until it isn't, and suddenly you can't smell anything on the paper anymore.

There's nothing left of Simon, and you are sitting in your nest, weeks, maybe a month from giving birth to his pup. Alone. Alpha has left you alone and now you're so, so scared.

But you feel nothing. There is nothing there and you are suddenly back to yourself, staring at the wall. Thoughts aren't processing, it's all empty but there's so much in your head that you are completely unsure of everything.

A knock is what brings you out of your stupor. Your head turns slowly to look at the door, blinking carefully as you stand. One foot in front of the other and now you're opening the door.

John's Omega.

They smile, eyes crinkling just a little from it, but there's worry in their eyes. "Hi, honey," they whisper, pressing you back into your room and closing the door behind them. "John told me they left suddenly, wanted me to check in on you," and they wipe your tears from your cheeks.

You give a weak smile, trying to push out a short thanks but they're pushing you into your nest and you can feel the exhaustion settling over your body. Your eyes are blinking shut, and suddenly there's nothing.

They hadn't seen anything like this in a while. Sure, John had mentioned how destroyed your relationship with Simon was, but seeing how destroyed the room was? It scared them. Horribly.

Maybe Simon was hurting you, but they couldn't really tell. There weren't marks, but you were so destroyed over something like this that they were so, so worried. Had it been emotional abuse this whole time? Simon hadn't ever seen like the type of person to do that, but maybe they'd read him wrong.

Maybe it was all a ruse. Just make him look good until you gave birth and he could kick you to the curb, pull the 'baby trapping' bullshit a lot of other Alphas often did. They hoped, for the sake of John and their relationship, that Simon didn't do that. That he wasn't that type of person because John would be getting hurt if he knew.

They decide to clean up the room. There's clothes hanging out of the dresser drawers, the blankets are tossed from the bed and the blinds are shut tightly. The first thing they do is go to open the blinds, but glance down at you sleeping.

It could wait, so they decided to go on and start cleaning up the clothes laying about. Folding them, figuring out if something was actually dirty and tossing them into the hamper, putting them away.

They drag the hamper to the laundry room, tossing everything in and going back to your room. It looks a little better, it's a little dusty but there's enough stuff there that it would make sense. They could tell what was mostly yours, and what was Simons contributions. Your stuff might not have been overly large or colorful, but just from interacting with you a few times they could sense your style.

It was alright, John wasn't too dissimilar to Simon in that way. He didn't like having things to clutter everything up, he was more of a person that found use in the items he kept around. He didn't want something pretty to look at, or something that just brought happiness.

Christ, you needed all the happiness that these little items could offer. The room was dark and dingy, rather small considering you were a mated pair. Maybe they should mention it to John when he returns.

Get you a better room, especially once the pup is around. But maybe there was an apartment, a home where yourself and Simon lived that held the things you needed. Gave you the room that you would need with a pup.

Everything was cleaned up, all they were waiting for was the laundry to finish. Sitting on the freshly made bed felt wrong, but it was that or the desk.

The desk. It had a paper on it, and they felt bad but they grabbed the paper anyways. And they blinked. And blinked. And blinked once more as they read through it, seeing the bland words and shit handwriting.

Simon was a shell, they decided. A shell of a person, nothing inside of him. Truly, a person who mated an Omega needed to care for them, did they not? That was what they grew up knowing, grew up understanding. There is little else that was needed for a mated pair, other than the love of the other half.

That's what mated pairs were. Two halves of a whole, trying to become closer and, hopefully, become one. Maybe their mating to John was lucky, maybe it was something that very few were lucky to get.

And over the next few days, they had time to investigate a little further. Speaking with you was interesting, something they hadn't had much time to be able to do during the few times they were with you. You're personality was slowly coming through, your humor finally being unveiled.

You cracked little jokes here and there, humoring both them and yourself while sitting in your little office filling out more paperwork. You had to hand off the duties, you'd explained.

"Once I'm out, they don't really have a 'doctor' on duty left," they nodded with your words. "They need me to sign off somebody to have the same abilities I have, someone I trust to be able to run this place in my absence," it was interesting. A job where there wasn't just somebody available to fill your spot in place of emergencies.

How had they been able to fill your role when you'd gotten hurt? John had come home short with everyone and they'd been able to get it out that Simon was sulking about you getting hurt.

Boo-fucking-hoo, they thought. Simon was an adult, and so were you. You could make your own decisions. He seemed more and more like a controlling freak with everything they'd learned.

"I love him so much," you whispered during dinner once.

"Huh?"

"This whole... thing," you started, pushing food around on your plate, "was entirely an accident. I don't know how much Price has told you, but it was a huge accident," they nodded with you. "I was assigned with them on a mission, trying to find an extremely dangerous aphrodisiac. It sounds like one of those weird fanfictions, but I mean it genuinely," they snorted at your comment.

"We all have to enjoy the occasional fanfiction," you laughed, head tossed back and mouth open. A little grunt stopped your laugh, hand clasping over your belly.

Clearing your throat, brows still furrowed, you continued. "It was Soap and Gaz, I think, who were clearing the way. Simon was supposed to guide me, body guard me so I'd be able to get a safe enough sample of it, but shit went downhill. We were getting shot at, Simon took a tranq to the shoulder so I just... jumped into action," your eyes were glazed over with tears, looking off into nowhere.

"Jumped into the hall and got a tranq myself, woke up somewhere hot. Everything was so hot and my mouth tasted sweet. They dosed me and Simon, we'd have died if we didn't fuck. He marked me, and now we're here," you whispered. They looked at you, eyes wide and shock filling their features.

Christ, you really were in a shitty situation. Everything seemed to be getting worse and worse the more they learned. "Are you serious?" You nodded, hand grasping at your stomach once more.

They looked down to your belly. "I'm fine, pups just been moving a lot more," you looked away, eyes once more cast over with a glaze and seemingly just gone from the world.

It was quiet, for some time, and in that moment they wanted nothing more than to beat Johns ass for not telling them the whole truth. Lies are shitty, but half-truths are even worse. For some time after that, when they laid in bed, all they could do was think.

Were you happy? Were you just stuck in a shitty situation that became shittier each day? Maybe it was nothing, but with the way your eyes glazed over when you spoke on stories about Simon, they doubted there was much wrong.

Just two people, stuck in a situation that was made worse and worse but the two of you were trying to make everything better.

It's late, very fucking late and you are exhausted. Laying in bed had been incredibly uncomfortable, but laying in your nest was worse. Your back was spasming, you assumed from bending over to pick something up a few hours ago, but you could feel the pup settling down for what felt like the first time in ages.

The pain from the pup moving was now coated in the general pain of your stomach. You thought everything was just fine, even if you were even more tired and you just wanted to curl up in your nest.

You had a few more things to do before going on maternity leave, and god be damned you were going to get it done. Even if you didn't sleep all night, even if you were in your office at 6 in the morning.

And you were. Signing a few more documents, just confirming everything. The pain wasn't all consuming, but it was getting there. The pup wasn't moving at all, and maybe that should be worrying you. Maybe it was nothing, but the knock on your door brought your attention from staring at the same document you signed some twenty odd minutes ago.

Johns Omega was back, and they were smiling widely at you. Their phone was held to their chest, covering the microphone and shuffling over to you.

Your name came over the speaker, Simon.

"Hi, Si," you whispered, staring down at the phone screen. It was quiet, for some time.

"I don't know when I'll be back," he whispered, gunshots echoing around him. "We've got some leads, but a lot of the people we've got aren't working with us. We're in Mexico, but that's all I can tell you," he whispered.

"Mexico?" He hummed. "Is it someone you're looking for?"

"You know I can't really tell you much more," and you winced, a little groan falling from your lips. "What was that?"

"Nothing, 'm alright," you whispered, eyes falling shut as you rubbed at your belly. "I just miss you," you added.

He hums, a few more gunshots echoing around him. "I miss you too, lovie, but I should be returning within two or three weeks," you made no noise.

"That's about the time I'm due," you whispered and he sighed audibly. The gunshots sounded louder, much closer, and you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck rising. You could feel the innate fear that came with these situations.

"I've got to go. I love you, Omega, through and through," and you returned it, feeling tears pricking at your waterline. Handing the phone back, you winced once more. A little groan fell from your lips, the pain wracking up before slowly drifting off.

John's Omega disappeared, looking at you carefully as they walked out of the office. You needed to get one more document signed, and you could go back to your room and sleep for a week.

The pen felt heavier and your hands felt shakier. The signature was a little off from what you were normally able to do, but if it was what got everything done, you were more than happy.

Dropping the papers into the slots outside of your office, you shut and locked the door. The walk back to your room was horrible, you had to stop every few moments to breathe. Just breathing was a little painful.

You want to crawl into your nest as soon as the door shuts behind you, but the bathroom door that's cracked open calls to you. A hot bath is all you want, and your shed your clothes as you nearly stumble to the tub.

Carefully settling yourself down into the tub, you shift around to get comfortable enough to and plug the drain. The water that starts isn't the warmest, but it seems to quickly heat up.

You aren't entirely sure where the time has gone and suddenly the tub is just a few inches short of the top and you're struggling to turn the water off.

You're in so much pain and all you can do is rock yourself in the water. You can feel your eyes shut tight, the pain just a little bother compared to what you're feeling.

Time is incomprehensible. One moment, you're alone and crying out in pain what feels like every few seconds, and the next you have John's Omega and a few doctors surrounding you.

Things are stuck against you, something is stuffed inside of you and you nearly bite the person.

"...looks good..." you're only grasping little bits and pieces. "...little early... looks safe..." and you can feel a hand slip into yours before your ears are ringing and Christ is that you screaming?

It burns. You can feel your body lunge forward nearly over the side of the tub as you shout, fingers digging into skin and tub. It seems to be lasting forever, but your head is a little fuzzy and all you can see are little dots littering your vision.

There are voices, now, filtering into your mind as the cool of the tiles underneath you bring your focus back. You're still naked, but you can't feel most of the parts under your waist. There's a weight on your chest, and you can hear someone shouting about 'getting that god damned Alpha back now, his pup is here' but your head is a little fuzzy.

With a dry mouth, you lift your head up a little and look down, seeing something laying on your chest before your hands rise and cup it. Oh. The pup.

But you can still feel cramping pains stabbing through your stomach and the pain of your head dropping onto the tile does nothing to you. Your vision is suddenly black, when had your eyes squeezed shut? Your body is cramping down and all you can do is scream.

Once more, your vision is a little hazy but you've been moved again. You can feel soft things underneath you, and when you looked down you've got two pups lying across your chest.

They're wrapped tight in blankets and all you can do is just blink down at them. Little, tiny creatures. Things that were once nothing are now something.

You can faintly feel some stabbing pains in your lower body, but you're blinking blearily at the pups. They're so beautiful, and you think you can feel tears falling from your eyes but there's no way you are moving your arms when they're sleeping so cozily in them.

Suddenly, you can hear Simons voice and it's crackling and breaking but you still feel adrift. Like you're floating, nothing left in your body as you watch from a distance. John's Omega is holding a phone close to you but you're just blinking, maybe you were looking over your own body at one point.

And suddenly the weight over your arms are disappearing and you can feel your mouth pull back in a snarl. The sound comes from low in your chest, something you'd never heard from yourself, and it's what brings you out.

They're standing there, pulling the pup from you. "I'm just going to go clean the pups up, they're still gross from the labor," they whisper and press a hand against you, the phone dropping into your lap.

"Lovie, please, are you there? What's happened?"

"Simon," you giggle, head falling back. "Simon, Simon, Simon," you whisper. "Pretty name, what should we name them?" He's whispering something, maybe actually saying something but the pup is wailing suddenly and your first instinct is to press them against your breast.

There's more voices coming from the phone but the wailing is no longer there, and you can faintly feel the pup latch. "What's happened? Is that a pup? Please, lovie, did you have the pup?"

You giggled again. "Had two of them, popped them both out but I don't remember it. Can't feel half my body, lil things are feisty," and you can hear a few other voices from Simons end of the phone.

"Two?" You can almost hear a whine in his voice, some more jeering from the background but suddenly John's Omega is there and you have no idea how long it's even been until they're pulling the pup from your chest and plop the one they'd been cleaning onto the other breast.

It feels like hours before you finally have both pups back on you, watching as they sleep quietly. You'd love to sleep like a baby. Just like them. Not a care in the world, but Simons talking again and you can't really understand what he's saying for a few moments.

Things seems to come back to you, feeling the other Omega curl up beside you in your nest. "What're their names?" You shrug, looking down at the pretty little pups.

"I dunno," and you're giggling again. Whatever the hell they gave you, it was amazing. It's quiet for some time, you're just watching the pups. Maybe it was only a few minutes, maybe it was a few hours, but you can slowly feel yourself coming back. It is a slow realization, and you can feel the tears filling your eyes. "You weren't here," you whispered, and now there's another whine coming from him.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. "There's nothing I wouldn't do to be there with you, but I can't," and you can almost hear a sob or two come from him but you're trying not to wake the pups.

Nothing. You almost feel nothing, but there's the little prickle of love filling you as one of the pups shift in your hold and you're brought back to the present. With your little family. Alone.

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