#like he's just an OC with information that I pulled From Myself. that's about how far it goes in terms of self-insertion

[yourfaveisintersex]

Would Tom from Eddsworld need the hamilton rule tag? Or is the character too different from his real life counterpart?

Good question honestly. I kind of visualized him as too different from his real life counterpart to need to be hamilton rule'd but because I wasn't ever in the eddsworld fandom if anyone has more context I appreciate it. Like truly I didn't even know he had a real-world counterpart I thought it was only Edd that was a self-insert.

[junezsq]

compliments

harry james potter x fem!reader

summary: on the train ride back home for christmas break ron dares you to find out what harry likes about you

established relationship

warnings: it’s the awkward lavender train scene … so be prepared, unbreakable vow is mentioned, sad hermione :( year 6!

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this was the scene i came up with that made me decide i wanted to write for harry and turn it into this small interconnected series lmao. i love writing my oc’s into existing book/movie scenes, so pls lmk if you do so as well, and if you do; my requests are open<3

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you, ron and harry had settled into an empty compartment on the train back to london for christmas break. your legs were crossed by the ankles as your eyes glided over the words carefully written down in the book you’d been reading for a few days now — not that you were actually processing what they said though, since your friends’ conversation took care of being a constant distraction.

“unbreakable vow?” ron leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “you’re sure that’s what snape said?”

“positive. why?” harry leaned against the window, his eyes focused on the red haired across from him. the latter looked down in thought, “well, it’s just you can’t break an unbreakable vow.”

a soft sigh, barely noticeable, escaped your lips as you dog eared the page you were on. you were fairly sure you wouldn’t be able to pick up any information if the pair continued talking.

“i’d worked that much out for myself funnily enough.” harry spoke causing you to let out a light chuckle. the pair turned to you at the sound and ron’s brows were raised as if he was waiting for you to say something. your head gave a small shake, “nothing… please, continue.” you smiled as you looked at them; wanting to hear their thoughts.

ron slowly turned his head back to harry, “it’s just that…” the rest of the sentence never came, as ron looked deep in thought. you kept your eyes on him for a moment longer before resting them on harry, “unbreakable vows are incredibly dangerous.”

harry, who was sat beside you, sat up a bit straighter at your words, “are they?”

“yeah, mate.” ron breathed out, “you don’t understand…” but before he could continue the presence of someone outside the compartment caught his attention, “oh, bloody hell.”

you followed ron’s line of sight and when you saw lavender brown behind the glass door you immediately closed your book, incredibly curious what’s to happen. her exhaling on the glass, along with the movement of her finger drawing an outrageously big heart on the condensed part of the door, caused you to press your lips together — having to try your utmost best not to laugh.

“no!” you whispered, turning your head to look at harry, who was busy distracting himself while lavender continued drawing an ‘r’ and ‘l’ in the middle of the heart. it made it even harder for you to suppress the laugh bubbling up in your throat when harry mindlessly pulled the armrest out of the train seat, only to push it back in not even a second later.

eventually you dared to look back at the door, just in time to catch lavender exhale one last time against the glass; clarifying the heart and message she’d drawn. you watched — your eyes still wide and lips still pressed together — as she breathed out an exasperated ‘i miss you’ before turning to leave.

the second she’d left you turned to look at the two boys sat across one another, and when harry uttered — deadly serious — ‘lovely’, you couldn’t help but let the laughs escape your lips, “oh my god.”

ron shook his head, “all she wants to do is snog me.” he leaned closer towards harry, “my lips are getting chapped.” his finger moved up to point at his lips, “look.”

while the red haired moved closer, harry tried to dodge his face, “i’ll take your word for it.”

“i don’t get how you two do it.” ron sighed as he sat back, but after a short second he crossed his arms, “now that i think about it,” he squinted his eyes as he observed the couple that sat across him. “i’ve never even seen you snog.”

“i mean, we don’t really do it in front of—“

however, before harry could finish his sentence you sat up straight and cut him off, “i still can’t believe you two are together, honestly.” your hands were curled around your book, which had been laying abandoned on your lap for the entire interaction. ron sat back, “is it really so hard to believe that i have a girlfriend?”

“no.” you shrugged, “she just doesn’t really seem like your type, now does she?”

“my type??” ron’s brows raised, “i don’t have a type.” he slumped down in his seat. you playfully raised your brows at his words, “alright, what do you like about her then?”

ron swallowed, resting his head against the backrest in thought. when you glanced at harry you could tell he was confused on why you were interrogating your friend by his slightly squinted eyes and furrowed brows. you shrugged, “what? i don’t know her that well, really. i’d just like to know.”

a harsh sigh from ron pulled your attention back to him. in the meantime he’d closed his eyes and after another long silence he looked back at you and harry, “i guess she’s quite nice?”

your mouth fell open at his words, “she’s quite nice?” you blinked before looking at harry who just shrugged his shoulders. a scoff fell from you lips as you put your attention back on the red haired, “ron, if you’d had genuine feelings for her, i’d imagine you would be able to come up with a lot more than just guessing she is quite nice?!”

he crossed his arms, “it’s pretty difficult actually, why don’t you ask harry what he likes about you, hm?”

you rolled your eyes once more before sighing, “sure.” after carefully placing your book beside you, you turned slightly in your seat so your body was facing your boyfriend, “harry, what do you like about me?”

the brunette glanced between you and his best friend, “what?!” he shook his head, “i’m not doing this, alright? this is your discussion.” his eyes landed on yours and when you raised your brows at him — waiting for an answer — he sighed, “fine.”

he sat up slightly straighter before speaking up again, “for starters, you’re incredibly kind. not only through words, but through actions, also. you’re always there for me, ready to help with … anything, really. not only after we started dating, but when we were just friends, too, and even when you barely knew who i was, in our third year.” when harry saw a soft smile starting to form on your lips he felt encouraged to continue.

“you’re funny, doesn’t really matter if you try to be, but you make me laugh. you’re also an amazing storyteller; the one about the four siblings in their fantasy world, that one’s great.” a soft chuckle fell from your lips at the memory of you telling harry the story from your childhood. “and i really like it when you play with my hair, helps me relax when—“

“bloody hell, you’re aggravatingly cute together, the two of you.” ron cut harry off before he could continue his list.

your eyes stayed on harry for a moment longer, the smile still evident when you eventually turned to look at ron, “proved my point, don’t you think?” but the red haired slightly shook his head and mumbled under his breath, ‘whatever.’

in the corner of your eye you noticed hermione walking up to the door to your compartment. however, when you turned around — ready for her to walk in — she stopped in front of the drawing lavender had made on the glass only a moment earlier.

your heart sank for her, knowing how much she liked ron, and when she immediately stalked off without even saying hello your smile dropped. you quickly glanced at your friends before standing up and opening the compartment door, “i’m going to talk to her. i’ll be back in a moment.” you spoke, slipping through the opening before closing the door behind you and following hermione.

“that was … weird.” ron muttered and after a moment of awkward silence harry turned to his best friend, “so what happens to you? what happens if you break an unbreakable vow?”

“you die.”

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SOUNDTRACK // stardust, zayn

TAGLIST // @callsigncrushx @moonjellyfishie @pussyslayerhd @accio-mayachhiato @ezrafrss @iyskgd

[imnoonejustapiramide]

Chapter Seven

Upon a Chance | A Sensei wolf (Cobra Kai) x OC (older, European exchange student from Miyagi-Do that has a past she's trying to run from)

Previous chapter

"What the- is this a broom closet? " She asks in incredulousness, while she turns her gaze around the small room, with the man in front of her taking the most of the space with his towering form alone.

She then looks at him with an arched brow,

"You do know how creepy this might look, right? If you were anyone else- I would have already kicked your arse to the curb," she tells him, all the while she curtly looks him over, while he scoffs at her in answer, wisps of his hair falling in his eyes with the harsh movement.

"I'm so sorry for not bringing you to a much nicer room, Princess- trust me, if I knew you were going to be here, I would have brought you to the best place I know, but seeing as you surprised me, and I haven't yet familiarised myself with this building in its entirety, this will have to do." He then told her in faux annoyance, while his eyes pierced into hers, watching her with a smirk at how annoyed she seemed to be with her new monniker, before his gaze turned serious.

"It was quite a surprise to find out that the woman I had kissed last night- is a competitor in the tournament that my Dojo by chance is competing in," He then says, but Lena then squints her eyes at him, especially the tone he took, and the open way he said that to her, almost like he was-

"...Are you accusing me of having supposedly orchestrated this, to somehow get back at you, do you really think so high of yourself? For your information, yesterday night was the first time I have ever had the utmost pleasure of meeting you, the oh so great sensei Wolf" Lena then scoffed in derision, which brought an immediate reaction to the man in question, who then breathed air into his nose.

"And if it's any consolation- I'm nineteen and I didn't expect to see you again after last night, seeing as it was simply just a kiss, nothing more, now are we done here?" She then continued an expectant look, all the while she watched him frown, and then stare her down with a raised brow.

He then let out a low chuckle after a moment, all the while he leaned closer into her space, his eyes not letting her look at anything besides him.

"Just a kiss, huh? You almost mewling in my mouth says differently, Princess," He lowly whispered to her, while his eyes watched every movement she did, from the way her eyes adorably tightened at him in annoyance, to the way she then licked her lower lip for a single moment afterwards, his eyes especially burned at the last action.

"Will you stop with that," She then hissed at him, at the ridiculous nickname he was calling her, he then smirks at her.

"Are you bothered by me calling you a princess, Princess? How cute. But then again, I wasn't the one that left at midnight last night, so I think it rather fits, don't you?" He then teased with a quirk to his brow at her expression, while he widened his smirk.

"Would that make you my 'Prince' then?" Lena then mockingly asked, before she returned his smirk, at his face grimacing at it.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Prince charming incarnate who pulled me into a closet-"

"Alright, enough. I did apologize for that," He then interupted with a huff, which she answered with a singular raised brow.

"You actually did not," She matter of factly then told him, which he shook his head at with a chuckle, seemingly not apologetic in the slightest.

"What did you expect, you were the one that's running away. And this isn't about me, we're here because of you," he then returned, his expression now neutral.

"What about me? And I didn't run away!" Lena said while she then leaned against the door with her arms crossed over her chest, she then firmly gazed at him, all the while she ignored the thick arms that were surrounding her head at the moment.

They were rather nice arms, even with the gi covering them- not the time, Lena! She then scolded herself.

Wolf of course couldn't help but gaze at her movements, especially when she pushed her chest up in front of him, which he clenched his jaw at, before he made himself look as detached possible in front of her awaiting , and fierce gaze.

He then straightened himself,

"Well, lets start with besides the fact that you're a competitor here, that you are a member of that ridiculous American Dojo," He then spat with ridicule,

"Aren't you European? There are countless of better Dojos you could have picked to compete with, " he then ended in disbelief, while he chided her at her supposedly questionable choices.

"Are you seriously questioning me on my choice of Dojo right now?" Lena then interupted in disbelief, before she then frowned in thought.

"Is this about that little steak fiasco you had with one of my senseis? Which thank you for doing that, by the way, seeing as I had to listen to him rant not once, thrice about it!" She then told him, before she continued with a huff.

"I really hope that you enjoyed your tiny slivers of steak,"

"I've had better," He then interupted, which made her turn to him in annoyance.

He only smirked at her, which, if Lena hadn't known him from before-if he had been genuine that is- she might have thought it to be his default expression.

The prick, she really knew how to pick 'em huh.

"I can make better steak." He then finished with an imperious gaze, which she stared at for a moment before she shook her head at him,

"How splendid for you, but seeing as this conversation is now over with- I shall be taking my leave." She firmly told him, all the while she then tapped at his caging arms.

"They're pulling you back from showing your full potential, you know- which I am sure, I wasn't the only one who noticed. Especially with those lousy captains of yours, did their daddies give them the position?" Wolf then interupted with a sneer, all the while he leaned even closer to her, they were a hair breath's away from one another now, she could smell him.

But she wasn't focused on that, especially when he was disrespecting her Dojo and friends.

"That mousy girl especially cost you your victory, I know for a fact you could have handled my students by yourself, but you held back. Just to let that girl have her little moment and mock it up for you. You even consoled her-"

"Shut up," She then coldly told him after she pushed at his chest with one hand. He let her push at him with a smirk.

The both of them then stared into one another, one in cold anger, while they other looked on in amusement- and expectation, for he looked upon her as though he wanted to devour her then and there.

Which did not slip Lena's notice.

She then swallowed as he slowly, and lightly trailed his hands up her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Heat then flooded her.

His mouth then opened to speak, but she then crashed her lips on his.

It wasn't soft as the first time, and neither was it careful, no- it was firm, harsh, and desperate- and something she refused to name.

He moved his hands to her hips then, and gripped them tightly, pulling her towards him so that there wasn't any space left between them, while he returned her kiss with much enthusiasm.

Her fingers gripped at his gi, her nails might have even pierced his skin with the way she harshly gripped at it.

His mouth then left hers to trail at her skin, he kissed and nipped at her jaw and then made his way downwards, all the while he roamed his hands over her body, pressing and claiming it as his.

And Lena let herself drown into him while she let her head fall back to let him continue his ministrations, all the while she forced herself to not gasp loudly at the feelings it brought into her, which made him nip harder at her.

"Don't quiet yourself now," Wolf then teased with a chuckle, before he tenderly licked at the skin he had bitten, which then made reality crash through the haze of utter want within Lena, especially when he turned to kiss down her partly opened chest.

She then pulled back from him, which made him turn his gaze at her in question, his breathing like hers was rough. And his eyes, a storm of utter want.

"I'm not in the habit of whatever it is we're doing, I- we shouldn't do this." Lena then let out, all the while she straightened her clothing and hair, with her gaze firmly on his.

He then scoffed at her, before his mouth formed one of his usual smirks.

"You're an adult, it's not against the rules. But even if it was- do you think I would let it stop me- you want this, as do I, what's truly stopping you? If you think I'd think of you as whatever you're thinking of- I don't. Neither am I playing with you- I want you." He then firmly told her, his gaze resolute, and genuine.

Which struck a cord in Lena, who was still processing what he was telling her, before he then moved to push a single and stubborn strand of her hair behind her ear with such tenderness. He then moved his hand towards her chin, all the while he held her gaze.

"If you want to keep this a secret, then sure, but I am not letting you run away from this when you feel- whatever this is between us, what was it that you said before you left, ah, "If fate allows it," - and fate did. " He then murmured before he kissed her again.

And she could only lean into his awaiting arms then.

He then pulls her without a problem up, which makes her cling her legs and arms around him and gasp at the action.

He only chuckles at it, before he connects his mouth onto her eager one, his arms are unyealding upon her, as he melds their bodies even closer to one another.

Her back then hits the door with a soft thud while his mouth continues to devour hers.

She then feels a heat coil in her lower belly, making her clench her nails even harder into his shoulders, which he then curses at, all the while he presses himself harder against her, while his hand roamed over her.

From her thigh to the underside of her gi, where his hand burns into her skin, making her body arch into him in answer.

He pulled his lips from her thouroughly kissed ones to trail down her neck and where he last left off, he pressed open mouth kisses into her pulse-point, her collarbones- and then lower, after her gi fell open, and he splayed his hand on her stomach, his fingers grazing her skin, which then snapped her back.

Her hands then shot up to his broad shoulders, she pushed light but fimly at them, which he then followed with a gutteral groan, his forehead dropping against hers, and chest rising and falling against her own.

"You're killing me, princess." He then spoke, his voice was rough and needy.

She only chuckled at him,

"I'm not doing it in a broom closet,"she then firmly told him, which then made the corners of his mouth twitch into a grin.

"Ah my bad, I'll have to wine and dine you first, right? I guess I'll have to make you steak then,"

She scoffed at him, but the heat in her cheeks betrayed her.

"You're ridiculous,"

He then adjusted his hold on her, but he had no intention of setting her down just yet.

"And yet, you're still wrapped around me," He then told her with a true grin of delight, which she couldn't help but smile at, before she shook her head, her gaze now serious.

"I really have to go now," She told him. He held her gaze, before he then sighed.

"Fine." He muttered before he let go of her, to let her stand on her own two feet.

But he then grabbed her hand and janked her to him, to kiss her once more, in promise, making her legs turn to jelly by the force of it, before he pulled back with a smug smirk.

"Go on then, " He murmured against her lips, which made her swallow hard, before she nodded and forcibly moved.

And when she grabbed onto the door handle, Wolf couldn't help but say one last thing.

"I hope you like your steak rare"

*Hides myself, before I peek with one eye with a blush* Well- I hope you liked the chapter? I do have to be honest with you all, I'm if you had to label it- ace, so writing this was a bit hard for me, but I hope I did it justice? If you can consider this smut, that is?

Do let me know if you consider this to be smut or not pls, and just let me know what you thought of the chapter T//T

But yuh are these two weirdos getting it on (not fully fully, but you get what I mean ehehe), did you like Wolf here?

And again- I haven't edited this 😅

NEXT CHAPTER

[seenoversundown]

Insidious : Seven

Jake Kiszka x Rory (fem oc)

Warnings: drinking, language, subtle illegal behavior, subtle nudity, Jake is a man after all. (I don’t think I missed anything but feel free to dm if I did!)

Word Count: 2.8k I think idk

Author's Note: I— 🤭🫠 have fun babes!

Albuquerque, New Mexico | Day 1 

After the night we had, all of us slept in. When I got up, Josh and Rory were sitting in the front of the bus, sipping on coffee together. I had chilled out after talking to Sam for a bit, but she was already tucked away in her bunk by the time I went to sit with the boys. 

Our show wasn’t until tomorrow night, so we had all day to kill. Fortunately for us, the hotel let us park there early, we just couldn’t check in. The three of them take off to grab something to eat, and I don’t know what possessed me to linger behind with Rory. 

“You don’t have to hang out with me, you know?” She says, walking into the bathroom with her little makeup bag. 

I wander over, leaning against the doorframe, looking at her in the mirror, mumbling, “I know.” 

“Are you just gonna watch me do this?” She asks, making eye contact through the mirror. 

My arms folding over my stomach, I hum, “Mhm.”

She just laughs to herself before opening the bag, and starting to pull various things from it. Watching as she just gently rubs a few things into her face, I could see the slight redness on her face. Did she cry? 

“It’s weird to do this with an audience,” she says, peeking over at me. 

Knowing that she was actually upset bothers me. Not that I’m mad she knows what happened, she probably needed to know about it really. I just.. wish she could have figured it out on her own. The last thing I ever want to tell someone is that kind of information. 

I’ve been in enough situations before where I’ve watched men do heinous things involving women and wasn’t able to help. Now that I’m in a position where I can handle myself in a fight, I’m not going to sit by and watch anymore. She may piss me off, but I’m not going to let her get taken advantage of like that. 

“Whoops,” I let out, still watching her as she takes her time. Truth be told, I find it a little comforting. 

Grabbing a different brush, for whatever reason, she asks, “So, what’s the plan for tonight?” 

“The guys are figuring out where they wanna go right now, so your guess is as good as mine.” 

She chuckles quietly, breathing out, “Well, okay then.” 

We sat in a semi-comfortable silence for a bit, just the sounds of her opening and closing products. 

“Do you get sick of being on tour?” She asks, startling me. Frankly, I had zoned out by that point. 

Clearing my throat, “Um, sometimes, yeah.” 

“I looked up what you guys had done before and it seems like a lot,” she tells me. 

She looked us up.. she probably felt like shit after what I said to her. 

“Just lucky, I suppose,” I chuckle. 

Hours pass and all of us find ourselves at a bar nearby, per usual. The vibes in this one seemed decent so I have to give the boys credit tonight. 

Ever since Danny found that Ruby girl, he’s just been Sam’s wingman when we go out. Not that Sam really needed help getting girls attention, he has an aura about him that just caused heads to turn. It’s beyond me, they don’t live with him. 

I wander around with Josh after we grab some drinks. Rory decided to follow us around, which made sense since she seemed to gravitate towards Josh. 

The two of them whispered to each other as we found somewhere to linger. I couldn’t help but watch Sam try to pick up girls, of all nights— not tonight, bud. Please. 

“How’s that beer?” Rory pipes up, getting my attention. 

I look at the bottle I’m holding and it’s already practically empty, telling her, “Apparently, it’s hitting the fuckin spot.” 

Making her laugh, which is an improvement from last night. She sips on her drink and then turns to Josh.

It’s been a while since we had any sort of girl around us like this. She was the last one and I think we all needed time before anybody else joined us after that. Though it was nice when Ruby visited, she really is a sweet girl. Incredibly innocent from what I’ve gathered— or was innocent. 

“I think I’m gonna go grab a new drink real quick,” Rory tells Josh, and I glance over. 

“Do you want another?” Josh asks, grabbing my now empty beer bottle. 

I nod, “Sure, whatever you’re feeling.” 

Keeping them in my line of sight, I watch the two of them go up to the bar. It’s only a couple minutes before I see her shooing Josh away. He comes back with two glasses, holding one out for me. 

“You didn’t stay with her?” I ask quietly. 

He shrugs, “She told me it was fine.” Pausing to sip his drink and then following with, “Plus, I could feel you burning a hole in the back of my head with that stare of yours.” 

“I’ll keep an eye on her,” I breathe out. Looking around quickly, asking, “Can you figure out where the other two are? I’m trying to make sure nobody gets too loose before..” 

“I’m on it,” he says with a salute. 

Trotting off to go find Sam and Danny, I find myself watching Rory at the bar. She really is a pretty girl and it’s hard to deny it. I don’t know what it is about her specifically yet, but something is just captivating. 

Alternatively, I finally see my brothers emerge from the crowd and Sam is chatting up a tiny little blonde. She definitely seems into him, which isn’t shocking. The moment she touches his arm I can’t help but laugh to myself. If she only knew. Watching them has me entertained for a few minutes at least. 

When I look over and Rory seems like she’s searching for someone as this guy talks to her. She’s been nursing the same drink for a while and the fact she’s holding it so one of her hands is over the top, she’s clearly nervous. 

Moving a little closer, she spots me, letting her eyes get wide for a second. She looks back over to this guy and takes a little step back. Ahhh, she wants to be rescued this time. Quickly drinking what’s left in my glass and setting it on a random table, I walk towards her, waiting for her to notice. 

The moment she saw me, I could tell she was over whoever this person was, but couldn’t get away from him. Trying to decide what to do as I’m walking over to her, she turns her head when she sees me, her hand reaching out towards me with a smile. 

“You made it,” She says, in an overly happy tone. “I missed you.” 

Oh, okay, lay it on thick then. Feeling her hand slide around my waist, I pull her into me, her head tilting up slightly to look at me, as I tell her, “I know, I’m sorry baby. Work was crazy.” 

Glancing over, I reach my hand out, “Hey, I’m Jake. You are?” 

“Oh, uh, Matt,” he hesitates, shaking my hand.. sort of. “I didn’t realize–” 

Smiling at him, I cut him off, “Oh, it’s okay, bud.” I glance at her and then back to him, her hand lightly scratching my back as I say, “A girl this beautiful– I can’t blame you for wanting to talk to her.” 

I wasn’t anticipating her next move, but she turns into me, her face close my throat and she lets out, “Aww, babe.” 

“I’ll just-” Matt points behind him, turning away. 

Giving it a second and then whispering, “He’s gone.”

“Ugh, thank you,” she mumbles, pulling back from me a bit. Her hand grabs mine before I can pull it back, and she just.. holds on. “He just kept talking and wasn’t getting the hint that I wasn’t interested.” 

Distracted with the way she’s casually just tracing the veins in the back of my hand as she talks. I can’t help but look at the drink next to her and how she hasn’t drank almost any of it. 

“I just don’t want.. that.. to happen again,” her voice is small as she says it. She looks back up at me, her stare is soft, almost scared. I look  at her for a second, I notice the way it almost looks like she has gold mixed into the brown of her eyes. 

“Hey,” I mumble, my thumb barely grazing her wrist. “I won’t- I mean.. none of us are going to let anybody do that to you, okay?” 

She just chews on the inside of her lip, like she isn’t sure what to say. Glancing over, I see the time on someones phone before they lock it, realizing it’s just late enough. Looking back at her, I can feel the uncomfortable anxiety coming off of her. Now’s your chance. 

“Do you just want to go back to the hotel?” I ask her, moving a little closer. “It’s okay if you do.” 

She looks back at me, “I guess you guys don’t really need me here, right?” 

“I’ve hardly had anything to drink, so I can wrangle them later,” I tell her, hoping she takes the bait. 

Letting out a deep breath, she asks, “Can you come with me?” Pausing for a second, but then quickly adding, “Just like until I’m there, then you can leave obviously.” 

“I can if you want.”

“Please?” 

She holds onto my hand as I turn and start walking toward the exit, pulling my phone out to let Josh know what’s going on. 

Me: hey i’m bringing rory back to the hotel, let them know to be ready 

Josh: okay gotcha

The ride back to the hotel was quiet, I couldn’t decide if she was still nervous or just uncomfortable talking in an uber. Either way, I walked her back inside, wandering to the elevator. Standing on opposite sides of it on the way up to her room. 

She whispers, “Thank you, by the way.” 

“Yeah, of course,” I mumble back. 

Walking down the hall and finding her room, she lets us both in. She flips all the lights on, and seems to nervously walk through the room making sure nobody else is here.

“Are you always this timid in hotels?” I ask, a slight chuckle coming out with it. 

She whips her head around, telling me, “Well, usually I don’t have rooms to myself so it’s less scary. But, lets be honest here, I’m not winning any fights.” 

Watching her pull her arms up and pretending to flex, I feel corners of my mouth twitch, fighting the urge to laugh at it. I spit out, “We may need to work on that.” 

“Why?” she flops down onto her bed after successfully checking the entire room. Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have said it like that. “That’s what I have the four of you for,” she giggles out. 

Looking at the floor for a second, I let a small laugh out, “Hah, yeah.” 

My phone vibrates in my pocket, I slide it out to check. 

Josh: give us like 10 mins, well be there. 

Me: just lmk when i can stall in here 

“How late do you guys normally stay out?” She asks, pulling me out of my phone. 

Oh, you don’t wanna know. I mumble, “Ehh.. maybe like three at the latest.” 

She taps her phone, lighting up the lockscreen, she tells me, “Well, don’t feel like you have to sit here.” 

“No, it’s okay,” I start. Hesitating to sell it, but adding, “I just figured I’d hang out for a few minutes until you we’re comfortable.” 

She gives me a small smile, “Well… thanks.” She stands up, grabbing her bag and then looking at me, “Actually, I’m gonna change real quick if you don’t mind waiting.” 

“Go for it,” I tell her, sitting on the edge of the bed and waving toward the bathroom. 

Scrolling through my notes on my phone for a minute, trying to ignore whatever she is doing in the bathroom. It is only another minute or two before she walks back out. My eyes feel like they’re deceiving me, but I blinked a million times and it’s not going away. 

Rory walks out, just in a bralette and these shorts that are practically painted on her. Doing everything in my power to not just watch her walk past me, but my brain isn’t in control at this point. 

The hidden tattoos on her sternum have me struggling to keep my jaw together. A few pieces I couldn’t fully make out on her stomach as she passed by. The blur of her legs passing me and I guess I hadn’t looked at her hard enough to notice the tattoos on her thighs.

My head follows her as she passes me and bends to put her bag back in the corner, and the way her ass was barely hanging out of the shorts– if I didn’t need to leave in a minute, I would be sweet talking my way into her bed. 

Shaking my head quickly as she starts to turn around, my phone vibrating in my hands making me jump. 

Josh: we’re here 

Me: give me one second

“Better?” I ask, trying to look respectfully at her but, god, she’s making it difficult. 

She nods a few times, plugging her phone in and flipping open the covers. I try to stop her from getting too comfortable.

“Why don’t you come lock me out?” I ask. “That way we know you’re safe.” 

Standing up from her bed, I start to walk out and wait for her to come grab the door from me. Turning to face her, telling her, “Text one of us if you need anything, okay?” 

“That works,” she says. Whispering, “Thank you again. I’ll see you in the morning.”

My eyes drop from hers, glancing down at her body for a split second, before I say, “Get some rest.” 

30 minutes later.. 

“Ready?” I look back at the three of them, Sam pulling his hair back into a bun. 

I pull the door open, not hearing an alarm. We all make our way into the building, seeing a soft light coming from down the hall. The click of the heavy door shutting louder than I would have liked. 

“Hello?”

We all stare at each other as I shake my head silently. Moving through the halls of this building, trying to figure out where we’re supposed to be. It feels like years trying to stay as quiet as possible as we do this, but we finally get a grip on where we are when we’re faced with a problem. 

“Who are you?” they ask. 

Glancing back at the boys, before I answer, “I think you already know, don’t you?” 

“No,” the hesitation in their voice enough to know that tonight would be an easy night on us. “I don’t owe them anything.” 

Stepping toward them, cracking my neck on both sides, I smirk at them, “Sadly, I’ve been told that you do. So, we can make this easy or..” 

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[crimsonizedangel]

Whiskey Neat

Pairing: Jay Halstead x OC

Rating: nsfw

AN: I am open to requests if anyone wants to send me any.

"Hey Elle" I turned around and saw April coming up behind me. "Are you going to join Maggie and I for karaoke tonight at Molly's?" She asked me. I looked between the two nurses before going back to my charting.

"I might." I told them.

"Come on Dr. Rosa." Maggie chimed in. "We will buy you a drink cause I know after the week we've all had here that you probably need one as well."

"Ok I'll join you guys but I'm stopping home first." I knew they were right. We had a long week in the ER and all needed to decompress. When I glanced up I saw the shared look the two nurses shared. "I don't know what you two are thinking but I don't like that look."

April came up next to me and set down her charts before chiming in "we were just thinking that you probably wanted to go home to put some makeup on and perfume in case you saw a certain detective that happens to have a brother that also works here."

I felt the blush creep onto my face. "I didn't realize that you two knew about that."

"What that you blush every time Jay comes in and talk super fast like you're nervous around him." This time it was Maggie talking.

"I'm only a resident and he's my attendings brother I don't think anything can happen there." I replied to them.

"Mhmm. Eleanor we are going to be your wingwomen tonight because that boy likes you too and we are going to help you two kids get together." Maggie informed me.

There was maybe a half hour left of our shifts which we spent most of that time catching up on charting before shift change and giving report to the next shift. We changed out of our hospital issued scrubs and both women followed me back to my house where I found something better to wear. I had on a black hoodie and jeans that I quickly put on that morning when I rolled out of bed to start my shift and April pulled out a black lacey romper for me to put on. Maggie fixed my hair so it was no longer a very messy bun and instead styled my dark curly hair into a half up ponytail. April looked through my makeup bag and had me apply some mascara and red lipstick before spritzing some of my Dior perfume on me.

I rode with April and Maggie drove herself to the bar where karaoke had already started with Mouch singing some old 80s song that I wasn't paying much attention to. I instead followed the girls to the bar and ordered a drink.

"How are you ladies doing tonight?" Jay asked as he approached the bar with Will beside him.

"Good getting a much needed drink after this week. How about you?" I asked him.

"Same. I would offer to buy you a drink but I see you already have one." He noted the whiskey that Stella sat down in front of me.

"Well you can always buy the next one." I joked to him.

"Rosa great job today with that trauma patient." Will piped in.

"Thank you Dr. Halstead." I replied with a smile and noticed the little look that the two brothers shared and that April and Maggie had already left to a table.

"You want to go find a seat so we aren't blocking the bar?" I asked Jay who nodded. I saw Will get up to join us only for Jay to stop him and whisper something to his older brother who just nodded and went in the opposite direction of us. I raised a brow at him and he just smiled and shrugged it off.

I found a table in the corner and sat across from Jay. I'm not sure what all we talked about just that there was lots of laughter. Jay did eventually buy me another drink before rejoining me.

"Elle you look beautiful tonight has anyone told you that yet?" He complimented me and I felt my cheeks get hot.

"No but thank you. You don't look too bad yourself but you always look good especially in your police uniform." I rambled and didn't know how to stop but at least Jay did. He chuckled a bit at my rambling comments before leaning across the small table and kissing me. I was caught by surprise and felt myself raise a hand to his face as I started kissing him back. He pulled away and I just looked him in the eye before I smiled and asked him "what was that for?"

"You seemed nervous and wouldn't shut up so I thought I would help you." He replied "was that ok?"

"Jay that was more than alright. I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time now." I confessed with a grin before taking the last sip of my drink.

I saw Jay look around and notice Will, April, and Maggie just grinning at us from across the bar. "Do you want to get out of here? Maybe somewhere we won't have an audience watching us." He asked me.

"I would love to." I replied and he finished his own drink before grabbing my hand and walking me to his truck. Once he was in the drivers seat I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him in giving him a proper kiss. His own hand went to the back of my neck as his tongue fought mine for dominance. I let him win and felt his other hand move to cup my clothed breast. Eventually we pulled apart and he adjusted his erection before starting his truck.

"Let's get out of here before we're caught having sex in my truck outside the bar."

"Yeah that's probably a good idea." I replied sitting back in my own seat before he drove off to his apartment.

The second he parked his truck we both got out and I followed him to the door and waited for him to unlock it. He led me over to the elevator where as soon as the doors were closed he had me pinned against the wall and his lips were on mine. I broke the kiss to move my lips to his neck before we were interrupted by the elevator doors opening. Jay stepped away and grabbed my waist leading me down the hall to his apartment. When we stopped at the door I looked up at him and saw the reminder of the color lipstick I was wearing that was now all over his neck. I just smiled to myself as he opened the door and let me inside.

I stabilized myself with the wall to get my heels off only for Jay to give me a look.

"Let me help you with that." He told me as he came over and picked me up and set me on his counter before proceeding to take my shoes off. "Wasn't that easier?" He asked.

"Yeah it was. Thanks." I replied feeling the tension growing again as I looked into his green eyes. My hands grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to me before moving a hand up the back of his neck to collide my lips with his. I felt his hands move up my thighs to grab my ass. We continued making out as I started to undo the buttons on his shirt and ran my hands over his abs and chest before pushing his shirt off his shoulders and to the floor. His hands found the two ties holding the top of the romper up and with a gentle pull of a string behind my neck and across my back the top was free and revealed my braless chest. Jay kissed down my neck and took a nipple into his mouth sucking and playing with it.  I let out a small gasp that turned into a moan.

Jay pulled off of me and I wrapped my arms around his neck right before he picked me up and carried me down the hall to his bedroom. In one swift moment he dropped me onto his bed and pulled the rest of the romper off along with my panties. I looked up at him and saw his eyes become heavy and lust filled and as my eyes moved down his bare torso to the jeans he still had on it became very obvious how much he wanted this.

"Elle do you want me to continue? Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked me.

"Jay I wouldn't have gone home with you if I didn't want this. Yes please continue. Please fuck me." I pleaded.

He smiled at me before he grabbed one of my thighs and started kissing up it until he got to my pussy that was already very slick with arousal. When his tongue made contact and he licked a strip up my folds to my clit I let out a gasp and when he inserted two fingers into me as he sucked on my clit it turned into a moan.

"Oh my god Jay." I moaned which spurred him on making him move his fingers faster and his tongue more. One of my hands moved down raking my fingers through his hair and holding his head in place as I started moving my hips against him. His other hand moved across my lower abdomen holding me still as I felt the coil build.

"Jay I'm close." I moaned " I'm going to come." He pulled his mouth off of me and replaced it with his thumb on my clit so he could watch my face as I screamed out squirting all over his fingers. He continued to finger me as I rode out my high.

As soon as it had passed I watched as he pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth licking them clean. I sat up and started undoing his jeans and pushed them down over his hips along with his boxers and watched as his erection sprang free from its confines hitting his abdomen. I moved myself into a better position so I could lick the precum that was already leaking out from his tip. Jay let out a moan and after teasing him by licking small strips up and down his cock I finally took the plunge and took all of his cock into my mouth.

"Oh god yes." I heard him moan "Elle as much as I'm enjoying this I need you to stop before I come in your mouth." I pulled off of him but not before giving his tip one last lick.

"Get on your hands and knees." He instructed as he went over to a bedside table to grab a condom out of the drawer. I watched as he rolled it down his cock before I did as he instructed only for him to grab my hips and pull me closer to the edge of the bed. I didn't have to wait long before I felt him run the tip of his condom covered cock up and down my slick folds before inserting himself slowly into me.

We both let out moans as he got down to the hilt and my ass was against his abdomen. As soon as we were both adjusted I started moving myself on his cock only for him to stop me so he could pound into me making his balls hit against my clit. I moaned at the feeling and felt my arms give out causing me to moan into his mattress.

"Elle you feel amazing." He moaned out.

"Jay your cock is hitting all the right places." I moaned back. I felt his cock twitch inside me. Between that and his balls constantly hitting my clit I felt the coil build again. I couldn't even give a warning this time as I saw stars and screamed into the mattress as I squirted all over his cock and thighs. I felt his movements stutter right before he fell forward and moaned into my shoulder as he came inside me. I felt myself twitching around him milking him dry.

As I regained my composure I felt him kissing my shoulder and neck before he pulled out to dispose of the used condom. When he returned I was still laying there catching my breath.

"Here you can wear this if you want." He told me as I sat up so he could hand me one of his cpd shirts. I took it and slipped it on before crawling under the blankets. "It couldn't have been that good." He laughed as he slipped in next to me wearing some sweatpants.

"Well it was." I nodded before I gave him a kiss "I think you've successfully fucked me into tiredness and sleep."

He laughed as he pulled me down and shut the light off. "We're both off tomorrow so you can sleep as long as you want."

"Good although I'm not opposed to having another round before I have to go back home." I told him as I laid my head down on his chest.

"Round two can be at your place when I drop you off then." He chuckled "goodnight Ellie."

"Goodnight Jay." I replied. I tried not to think about all the comments that were going to come on Monday from Will, April, and Maggie.

[alwaysonf1]

now?

Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC

Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff

Word Count: 502

Warning: N/A

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: Dates and times don't matter.

The days before media day are usually ones where drivers aren’t expected to be at the track for long, but this is a track that has been off the calendar for so long that none of the twenty drivers feel comfortable enough to leave exploring it for later in the week. Especially Charles, who has walked the thing twice and is halfway through a scooter “walkthrough.” His mind is focused solely on mapping things out and imagining himself in his car taking the route. It’s a struggle, but it’s helping calm his nerves.

A hand slamming down onto his shoulder throws off his concentration and startles him. Other drivers have gone by him, but he’d been alone for several minutes. 

As he calms his racing heart he meets Lewis’ gaze. He wishes he hadn’t though. Charles has rarely seen the older man look angry, he hides it well even when he’s voicing displeasure, but right in this moment Charles feels fear enter his body. Something tells him he’s in danger, though he can’t fathom why. He opens his mouth to ask questions, but Lewis raises his phone so that it’s eye level with Charles. That makes him a little more confused, but then he squints at the screen and his heart rate picks up again.

“No, no, no, no. It’s not what…”

“I know it isn’t. At least it better not be?”

 Charles shakes his head. “It is not.”

“Then how are you going to fix it? I don’t appreciate my sister seeing shit like this. And I don’t like the comments it’s bringing to her social media.”

“I… I didn’t know that that was up. I would have… This would be down and I would have dealt with it if I knew.”

Lewis softens, but not much. “Well, you know now, fix it.”

With that he leaves. Lewis’ scootering away doesn’t deescalate the heightened emotions Charles feels and George appearing and following Lewis doesn’t either. Even if the Brit turns back to give Charles a tense, but reassuring smile. 

Another thing he would know about him, but at least this time Charles would know how George got the information.

But he couldn’t even find it in himself to think about that for too long, pulling out his phone and hopping online to see all the posts he’d been tagged in. They’re tamer than the ones he wasn’t tagged in and his hand unconsciously moved to his hair to tug at it. 

Of course, the one time he would have preferred to not be seen with an ex he is, while all the other times it wouldn’t have mattered, he'd flown under the radar. He’s sure that the rumors about him and Iman are partly to blame for the increase in eyes on him, but he can’t bring himself to blame the girl who’d seen them that first time or the people at the club.

“Fuck!” he shouts.

After taking a breath, he pockets his phone and races back to the garage.

charlesleclerc Maybe be sure about who I give my affection to before posting.

immyham charles

‎ ‎↳charlesleclerc mon ange, I told you I couldn't help myself

logansargeant RETWEET

‎ ‎↳lewishamilton retweet

‎ ‎↳georgerussell retweet

↳alex_albon retweet

↳lilymhe retweet

↳oscarpiastri retweet

user not him just full on hard launching

↳user It's not like we didn't know

user Oop not the grid in the comments also calling y'all out? Even Oscar. Apologies with tears from all of you immediately.

user They're so cute

hateruser Oh...

user And y'all better not bring up his ex either.

user he told y'all to shut the fuck up LOL

immyham well my soft launch is ruined, but i'm still going to post this because it's cute. maybe when someone learns to not go rouge he'll get his own dump

lewishamilton Why you make it look like I was flipping you off?

‎ ‎↳immyham uh because you were????

charlesleclerc I won't say sorry, mon ange.

‎ ‎↳immyham 🙄

user he calls her mon ange 😍

user They're so cute

user and y'all swore charles would never

user HA I WAS RIGHT

user logan and her looking like menaces to society

user not her failed soft launch including all three of her favorite men. immy is so cute

hateruser Ew, he should have gotten back with his ex.

[3wwo-guys]

𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 | Male OC x Lloyd

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

After the merge, Atlas still doesn't make contact with his ninja team. However, at the Tournament of Sources, the team find their two missing ninja on the wrong side. (Ninjago x Male elemental master OC)(Lloyd Garmadon x Male elemental master OC)(Elemental master of The Supernatural)

A/N: Anyone listen to the Supergrass song with the same title. I kept singing it while writing this.

Roby spins on his levitating board as he announces the next round. I stand, leaning against one of the nearby temples. The ninjas—my past teammates—are gathered at one end. I spot three new ninjas: one wearing orange, one with cat ears, and another… oh god, it’s another Kai. Speaking of which, there’s a missing Kai. Also present is Lloyd. I notice he has finally taken up his role as master. I would congratulate him if I weren’t trying to gain Ras’ trust.

Roby snaps me out of my daze as he loudly (and annoyingly) hypes up the crowd. “Are you ready? I think you are. Yeah!” His large head is projected onto the massive TVs on the top display. “When they talk about the Tournament of the Sources, they often say ‘Legendary’ and ‘Mythic.’ But now they’ll also say ‘Mega-tight’ and ‘Stang-zoot’—” He continues, overly exaggerating his movements. I snarl, quite annoyed by Roby; he’s just not my type of person. I prefer calm—mostly—collected individuals, someone who can take charge. Be a reliable leader. Like Lloyd���. “—A new word I just made up, let the games continue!” However, I have to admit, that his flare and playfulness are most welcoming. Furthermore, it's quite comforting to see the ninja after such a long time. "Get your umbrella hats on causes it's about to rain elemental powers!" God this guy talks a lot. Nearly as much as Jay. Dude yapps. "First up today, she's smoking hot and likes to fight a lot. It's Wyldfyre, Elemental Master of Heat!" One of the new ninjas, I have very high hopes for this one. She was trained by Lloyd so how could I doubt that much. Since the merge, I have noticed a spike in the elemental masters, and a lot of new elemental powers appearing. I watch as the ninja hype up Wyldfyre, cheering for her. "Versus a spooky man, with a somehow more soulless gaze. Atlas! Elemental Master of, BOO, Supernatural."

There are loud gasps as I walk to the front of Ras' group, most of my team smirking widely at the ninja. Lloyd looks at me, his gaze soft and sad, with just a hint of sharp betrayal. Maybe, that gaze is enough to break my facade, that is, if I was fighting him head-on. However, fortunately, I am spared from having to fight my best friend - and maybe lover? I walk towards the middle of the entry of the arena, Wyldfyre doing the same, with Lloyd stalking just behind. I look away from Lloyd, pulling up my face mast to conceal just half of my face. I suppose it helps to cover the soft smile that temps itself to dance onto my lips. Or, the smirk that fights to plaster itself on my face. Though, Lloyd - oh the confident one - decides to ignore my obvious caution to stay away, by grabbing one of my hands. With a matching one of his and using the other to grip my neck scarf - one that he bought for me himself - this brings are faces inches closer. "Lloyd..." I whisper cautiously. My eyes widen in shock, he's never been this angry or forward. At least, not at me. "Where have you been?!" He shouted, causing me to - attempt - to step back. I shove him back, dusting myself off. Fixing my quickly cracking facade.        "-First to get it out of the circle wins!" I only catch the last part as I reposition myself next to my opponent. "Wyldfyre, I know you're itching for a good fight. But please, just go for the flag and win the game." Lloyd commanded. However, Wyldfyre seemed to totally disregard this information, instead deciding to ignore him entirely. "You know, I would listen to him if I were you. With his advice, maybe there's a chance I won't absolutely eat you alive." I empathise it by using a finger to hook around my mask, dragging it down. I smirk, opening my mouth, and showing them my lower and upper fangs. Sticking out my long, black tongue. I grin and lick my lips, putting the mask back in its original place. "Let's go spooky stuff!" Cheers Cinder from the sidelines. Lloyd looks at me with a mix of shock and anger, I watch as he shivers at my sinister tone.

Then the bell rings, and we both sprint forward, though I'm at an advantage and easily overtake her. Before I can get to the flag though, she shoots fire in front of me, I easily use the small fragment of Realm crystal in my ring to teleport behind her. Using spinjitzu to hit her into the air, I teleport over her in the air. I clasp my hands together and use all my force to hit her back, sending her flying towards the floor. Before I can use my spinjitzu again, Lloyd shouts from the sidelines. "Master Wu taught you that, you know longer have the honour to use it!" I look at him, stopping my movements. Instead of using spinjitzu, I pull out a wolf mask - which was previously strapped to my back. "Fine." I put the mask on, Ras hits the gong and I go into a shatter spin. Hitting Wyldfyre head-on, she flies out of the stadium, slamming against a wall. I walk towards the flag, grasping it and tossing it somewhere over my shoulder.

"We have a winner! Wooo." Roby announces. I turn facing my ex-team, Nya and Zane look away, as if too ashamed to look at me. However, Cole speaks up. "Atlas...Really? With them? Did we mean nothing to you? Me? I thought we were close, you were like a little brother. Zane? Nya? Jay? what about Kai? He was your mentor, a big brother, even closer than us. And.. Lloyd? How could you throw that away to side with them?" I look away, ashamed. I should be ashamed, to betray them. To betray Lloyd. But, I'm not really betraying them if I'm being a double agent. Right? However, once again, I'm broken from my thoughts by Roby. "The elemental transfer." He says though he doesn't look very happy with the outcome of the match. I spread my arms, bowing dramatically, accepting the gift of Heat. I throw a fireball into the air, causing little specks to rain down. "Flashy." says an unknown voice from behind me. Probably owned by Roby or Cinder.

And that concludes the matches for tonight.

[ms-wwe]

CHAPTER 2 (Pt. 2) DAMIAN PRIEST X OC (RIGHTEOUS DESIRES: LOVE AND REDEMPTION IN THE RING)

“I know you were very reluctant to do this” She begins. “And I am so thankful that you chose to trust me to do this. As I’ve told you over the phone, hearing a small portion of your story was so compelling, and I feel that you deserve the chance to tell your truth in its entirety. With that being said, please do not hesitate to decline to comment, or to completely end the interview. I can only imagine how difficult this may be for you, and I want you to know it’s totally fine to stop and revisit, that’s why I allotted at least 3 interview days to meet in case you needed time to process or to just give your emotions a break” She tells me in her warm tone. Truth be told, I was thankful for the reassurance. I knew I trusted her, and that she wouldn’t pry for information I may not be ready to share. “ I really appreciate that” I say as I look down at my mug, trying to hold back the tears I feel swelling in my eyes. “I’m going to start my recorder now, are you ready?” She asks while holding the small recorder in her left hand. I sigh and nod in response. This was it, this was happening, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. “Where do you want me to start?” I ask her. “Let’s start from the beginning” I pull my right leg into my small chair, hugging my knee close to my torso, hoping it’ll bring me back down to earth and make my heart stop attempting to escape my chest. “I started in the WWE when I was sixteen” I say flatly. Cassie shakes her head with a small giggle. “No honey, I mean the very beginning. Start with your childhood. I want to go back to the very start of you, I want to know every facet there is of you. I want to know about Riot, not just Riot Hardy the wrestler, but Riot the woman.” She says in a reassuring tone. I close my eyes and take in a slow breath. I could do this, I owed it to myself to do this. I just needed to think of this as a casual conversation with someone. “My name is Riot Hardy, I’m a Virgo, my middle name is Elizabeth, I drink mass amounts of caffeine, I recently moved Orlando to be with my boyfriend Luis, Or Damian Priest if you know him by his ring name, we’ve been together officially since April of this year, I just turned thirty-four, my birthday is the day before my dad’s, and I’m not gonna lie, I miss living in small town North Carolina” I spill out like I’m gasping for air. Cassie is writing down notes as she speaks. “Tell me a little bit about your dads, I’m interested to know more about what the dynamic was like growing up” I smile as I think of my dads and what the early years of my life were like, how it felt being a small girl raised by three men, sometimes I felt it was a miracle I didn’t turn out to be gay. “We had an interesting dynamic in this house for sure” I say with a smile. “My dad had me when he was only sixteen. My mother wasn’t in the picture ever. She was significantly older when she was fooling around with my dad, she already had two other children that she’d given up for adoption, why she chose to give me to my dad, I have no idea, but I’m thankful everyday. In my really early years my grandfather took on more of the fatherly role around here. My dads were already chasing their wrestling dreams hard and heavy even back then, so my grandfather did his best to help my dad manage being a father and achieving his goals.” I continue as I sip my coffee. “Your grandfather sounds like a wonderful man. Was your grandmother involved? You’re quite close with your uncle, what was it like with him growing up?” She asks as she scribbles more notes down on the pages of her notebook. “My grandfather was the most selfless person you’d ever meet. He passed a few years ago and I don’t think I’ve fully recovered from that” I trail off as the heartache of my grandfather being gone sets in all over again.

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 32: Data Analysis

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The next morning I wake up feeling refreshed. I was partially right about the long trip tiring me out. Now that yesterday’s stress is out of the way I can focus on other matters. May’s maids are surprised to see I made the bed myself and keep asking if I want breakfast. I politely decline so they won’t go through any trouble but turns out May already has a meal planned for me.

“What will you do now? Are you sailing back home after one day?” She asks from across the long table.

I chew the delicious French toast. “Originally I was going to visit family in Ireland but now the Shelbys want me to work for them. Officially. No debt, no strings attached. I’d love to. It’s just…”

“That means seeing Thomas more often,” May finishes. “I understand. Sometimes I see him at horse events and it’s incredibly awkward.”

“I think I’ll allow myself to work a full year and then decide what I want with my life. Thomas can’t blame me for being distant because he has his own family to care for now.” I finish my breakfast and rise from the table. “Thank you for having me, May. It would’ve been hard to go back to Birmingham last night, after… all that.”

“Give a ring if you need to talk,” the Charleton widow assures. “Do you need a cab?”

A sneaky smile crosses my face. “I have ideas.”

One bonus from growing up in the city is that you learn to walk. Everywhere. Another bonus is knowing how to hail a cab. Or in this case a wagon. I walk along the gravel road and within ten minutes a farmer comes by driving a horse wagon. I offer a few pounds and he agrees to take me to the edge of Birmingham. At first he’s put off by my more than casual clothes but after I explain myself he starts laughing.

“My my, a real American hitchhiker! Now I’ve seen everything.”

Most of the ride is done in silence, allowing me to observe the breathtaking English countryside. So different from the dirty, noisy streets I left a week ago. I’ll miss my home but this would almost make it worthwhile to stay. If only he wasn’t around.

“Here we are, miss.”

I thank the farmer and pull my trunk off the wagon. Looking across the field I see the sign for Birmingham straight ahead. Back through the muddy streets, the shadowy alleys, the ash-filled sky. The dreadful atmosphere that seems slightly sadder than I remember. Or maybe that’s just me.

By the time I get to Watery Lane it’s past midday. When I reach the Shelby house it’s obvious Finn’s been waiting for me. The second I reach the kitchen he comes straight from his room like a magnet drawn to steel.

“Where were you? I almost phoned Tommy!”

“Relax, relax. I’m no big missing persons case. I just… Needed some time to myself. And you will do good not to mention my absence to Thomas. If I need to bribe you then I will offer a lesson for today.”

Finn’s face melts from worried to suspicious to overjoyed. He drops his book and takes a seat at the kitchen table.

“I’m all ears.”

“Right, right. Just let me put my trunk in my room- Oh no. Finn! Did you know about this?”

The closet is stocked to the brim with new clothes. Clothes for me, because Polly would never wear anything this modern. It reminds me of the clothes from American fashion magazines. Whoever made these did their homework.

“It was Ada’s idea!” Finn shouts down the hall.

A smidgen of guilt enters my thoughts. I really should have talked with her more last night. Hopefully she’ll understand why. I set the trunk down and rejoin Finn in the kitchen. As I search for potential dinner ingredients I also concoct an intriguing topic to discuss.

“Today will be about the use of data. Whether it be for science, arithmancy, or common sense, we use data every day. The proper order of data use is wisdom, knowledge, information, and the data itself.” Score! There’s still some fresh meat in the icebox. “Data is the raw facts and figures, and provides the building blocks to create information. Information, Finn, is data that has been manipulated into something meaningful, which then turns into knowledge.”

He takes this in carefully, proving my point. “So our process of thinking is like calculating math. Only instead of crunching numbers we’re crunching choices.”

“Yes.” Such as the choice I made to stay here. “We use data analytics, which is the science of examining raw data with the purpose of drawing conclusions about that information. Pairing with this, data analysis transforms, summarizes, or models data to allow us to make meaningful conclusions. Now data mining, on the other hand, extracts and analyzes large volumes of data to identify hidden relationships or patterns and predict behaviors from them.”

Finn picks up on something. “So… We could predict people?”

I look up from the cutting board. “Correct. That would be entering the field of behavioral psychology or  sociology. But we can talk about that another time. I’ll let you stew on this. Speaking of stew, that is what I’m making. But I need to grab some oregano leaves. I’ll just be a minute.”

I step out the back door and into the familiar dreary streets. No Peaky Blinders standing guard, no Inspector Campbell sulking about. I can finally walk to the market without looking over my shoulder… Still packing heat, of course. I’m not thick. Now about those herbs-

“There she is!” 

Approaching laughter alerts me to the Shelby brothers walking towards me. 

“John? Arthur? Where have you been?”

“Just had a meeting with Changretta,” Arthur scoffs. “Them Italians are giving us trouble again.”

I roll my eyes and pick out some oregano from the market display. “What is it with you boys and fighting with the Italians?”

“Enough about them. What’s this for?” John snatches the herb. “Making something, eh?”

I hold up my hands. “Okay, you caught me. I’m guilty of making tonight’s supper, if you’ll join us.”

Both brothers look pleased about the invite, especially John.

“You have no idea how good a real meal sounds! Esme’s been too busy with the kids. That and she’s expecting again.”

My eyes widen. “Esme’s pregnant? Congratulations!”

John grunts. “She’s grouchy when she’s pregnant. The kids have been a handful too.”

I take back the oregano and give him a reprimanding look. “Either hire more help or keep it in your pants.”

“Oi! Verena!”

I look to face the voice. Thomas. He’s here. Walking down the street towards me. The way he walks, like a man who cannot be touched. A mountain. I really don’t need this right now!

Despite my internal screaming for him to walk away he gets closer. “Remind me never to trust anyone religious,” he grunts. “Earlier today a priest ordered me around like a fucking dog. I thought you said God works in mysterious ways?” He scoffs and lights a cigarette. “Maybe He can get these Irish folk off me back. Arthur, John. How was Changretta?”

“A fucking moron,” Arthur says. “I don’t think he appreciated our hospitality, did he John?”

John shakes his head. Thomas waves this aside and seems to be thinking about something else.

“Verena. Come with me.”

Before I can utter a word he starts walking back the way he came. Um, what about dinner? I have other things to do than just follow you around, Thomas!

I quickly wave goodbye to his brothers and pant to keep up. “Why?”

“Because I’m going to see Ada and if you’re with me maybe she won’t bite my head off.”

We keep walking and I notice we’re approaching a grand public library. Has the great Thomas Shelby given in to using books? My God, times are crazy. The second we enter everyone scatters to stay out of his path, some with confused stares and others looking downright fearful just to see him here. I follow Thomas upstairs and spot Ada at a bookshelf down the aisle.

“Ada!” Thomas calls.

Is he really this unfamiliar with a library? Keep your voice down!

“Tommy Shelby in a library,” his sister vituperates and looks down from the ladder.

“I need to borrow a book about the Russian Revolution. And, I brought a friend.”

Thomas steps away to reveal me behind him. Ada gasps in surprise and hurries down to give me a hug.

“Verena! We hardly got to chat last night!”

Her friendliness brings a smile to my face. “Hello, Ada. So good to see you!”

“Shh!” Someone hisses from another aisle. Oops.

“Have you got a new wharf at Maida Vale now?” Thomas asks.

Ada scoffs and releases me to climb onto the ladder again. “I’ve got a new wharf everywhere now. Sometimes I see our trucks driving past.”

Thomas plays dumb. “Our trucks?”

“Shelby trucks.” Ada pulls out a book and looks at it skeptically. “Why the interest?”

Good question. How does Russian history play into our business?

Thomas takes a seat at the wooden desk. “Eh, I just want to broaden my mind.”

Ada snickers. “Has Verena been influencing you?”

Thomas’ gaze flickers to where I’m standing and his mouth twitches in the ghost of a smirk. “Very funny. No, this was my idea.”

Ada hops down and plops the book on the desk. “Well, this is a list of the bastards who ran away- Sorry, Verena. I know you’re not one for foul language. And this is written from the point of view of the peoples’ struggle.”

Thomas nods blandly. “Uh-huh.”

I put my hands on my hips. “I thought you weren’t keen on using public resources? You said the library was too common.”

Thomas keeps reading the book. “Changed my mind.”

“There was a Russian at your wedding,” Ada comments. “Mind telling me how he got invited?”

He? So there was more than one Russian at that party. Jesus, Thomas. What kind of people are you dealing with now?

“Sometimes Russian aristocrats get invited to social occasions to add a bit of class.”

“Why are you working with the Russians?” I blurt.

He looks up slowly with a lazy expression. “Why the distrust?”

“Do you trust them?” I bite back.

“Not a chance. But I have orders from Churchill himself. That doesn’t explain your hostility.”

You might be comfortable conversing with your enemies, Thomas, but I for one do not like sleeping with one eye open! Class, indeed! The only Russians my family have dealt with no nothing of the sort!

I take a breath. “A Russian killed my Aunt Eleanor. My Uncle Colon’s late wife. We do not forgive and forget something like that, Thomas.”

“Why was he there?” Ada asks again.

Thomas goes back to reading. “Why do you want to know?”

Ada looks down and keeps her voice casual. “Maybe I liked him, maybe I want to see him again. Would that be possible?”

“No, that will not be possible,” Thomas answers bluntly. “Can I rip this page out?”

Ada and I gape at him. “No! You cannot rip a page out. Property of the people.”

“You should never harm books!” I scold.

Ada’s not finished. “When Arthur took the Russian away he had his killing pistol in his jacket and then Johnny lit a fire in the woods.”

Thomas puts the book back and starts walking away. “You want all the details because you’re bored, Ada.”

“Then why is Verena here too?” Ada taunts as I start trailing after him.

“Thought you’d like to see her,” Thomas calls over his shoulder. “You used to chase rats with a revolver, Ada. Might have a job for you too.”

“Tot ziens, Ada. Thanks for the clothes! Goodbye!” I whisper quickly and hurry down the stairs.

“What was that?” Thomas asks, slightly intrigued.

“A bit of Dutch I’m trying to learn.” When we get outside I raise my voice to a disapproving one. “You made Arthur kill a man. Even though you knew he’s trying to go down a better path.”

“Our family doesn’t have another path. And did I hear right that you’re making something for tonight?”

I want to kick the dirt in spite of his stubbornness! “Yes. Your information is correct. You’re welcome to join if you like.”

“Afraid not. Today is a busy day. I’m going straight home afterwards.”

Oh. I should have known. Of course he wants to have dinner with his proper family. His wife and son. Let it go, Verena. Not everyone has to be around for dinner. You knew things weren’t going to be the same.

“Say hi to everyone for me,” I try to say positively when we reach the Shelby house. “Off to see Changretta, I assume?”

Thomas’ brow furrows. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess. That and your face hasn’t relaxed all day. I figured you have a business meeting.”

Before I close the door he gives a subtle upward nod of his head. “Perceptive, as always.”

That’s rich coming from the man who’s supposed to see through people’s deception but can’t see that I love him. I stomp through the house and through the heavy doors into the office. Apparently all serenity from earlier has been replaced with Polly and John having a kerfuffle.

“…We’ll be handing out Bibles in the fucking bullring with her cousins!” John shouts.

“John, you don’t have to do anything. Lizzie will do it for you,” Polly responds evenly.

“John!” I bark at him. “Did you just mock the good book?”

He ignores me and goes for the front door. “Not now, Steenstra.”

“Yes, now,” I demand and stand in front of him with my arms crossed. “Do not ever talk that way around me again, John. Or any woman for that matter.”

John steps around me anyhow. “Get out of my fucking way.”

The door slams and Polly sits in silence. Wonderful! Now their anger is spreading to me too. Enough of this. I can do something useful and clear out the rubbish bins. I brush past Polly and clear away the trash from all the desks. Some out of Thomas’ office. John’s, Arthur’s. Now all that’s left is Michael’s new office.

“Knock knock. ‘S just me, I’m here for- Oh!”

A pair of wide eyes peeks out at me from behind the desk. Michael himself is slumped in the chair with a face saying there’s nothing wrong. Slowly the eyes rise to reveal the face of a young girl, only a few years younger than me. 

“A new guest, Michael?” I ask and greet the girl with a smile.

“Verena, meet Charlotte Murray.” He pauses for a second and adds: “My new friend.”

Jesus, these Shelbys are all alike. I really hoped Michael would be different. Am I going to have to work here as the only single employee?

I look between the two with a devilish smirk. “Ah, yes. We all need friends. I just need the trash and I will leave you to… get more acquainted.” 

I take the rubbish bin and slip out the door, catching a look of thanks from Michael. Yes, go ahead. I give up trying to tell people what is right. Hell, I myself have lost so much from that. All that time trying to reach the good in Thomas was a waste. It’s time to think for my own security.

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[ms-liz-steele]

No Love

Pole Dancer!Lisa x Bartender!Male OC | smut, drama, romance

-> Synopsis: Ollie has one rule he lives by: never mix work with his personal life.

But what happens when he sets his eyes on a dancer one night at a club during his shift.

New Chapters Every Monday

chapters index | ongoing

Margarita

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"So let me get this straight. You slept with that waitress from our favourite, saw her again at your work, and tried to avoid her until your co-worker swooped into the rescue by kissing you and asked you out when you confronted her about it," Christian said, summarising everything I told him.

"Yep, that's pretty much what happened," I confirmed with a sigh.

"Okay, so why did you agree to go on this date with her?"

I kept asking myself that question ever since Lisa texted me to confirm the date and what time to pick her up. I had all the right and reason to reject her and stand firm in enforcing my rules. But there I was standing in front of the mirror in my room trying to find something to wear for said date while Christian was staring at me as if I did something out of character. And honestly, he wasn't exactly wrong because this was something I would never have done with every other girl.

"It's not a date. She's just taking me out to make up for the stunt she pulled," I said.

"Mate, if a girl asks you to meet at a particular place at a particular time and spend a particular amount of time together; it's a date."

"We work together,"

"So, a friendly date then,"

I rolled my eyes and put back the shirt I was holding into my wardrobe.

"But for real though; why did you agree to this," he asked in all seriousness.

"Are you opposed to me going?" I raised an eyebrow.

"No! Not at all," he raised his hands. "It's just... this is the first time you've never rejected a girl who has taken an interest in you and I'm just trying to wrap my head around this."

"Just because she kissed me doesn't me that she's interested in me," I dismissed him. "Besides, she seemed very insistent on going on this outing with her."

"I call bullshit. The same thing happened in high school with Krystal Jung, but you stood her up. Like, imagine standing one up of the popular "It" girls in school."

"I wasn't obligated to go on a date with her."

"Yet for some strange and miraculous reason, you feel obligated to go on this outing with this specific girl? Fuck outta here."

"What are you getting at, Christian," I threw my head back with a sigh, already annoyed with his pestering.

"You're interested in this chick."

I frowned at his statement. Lisa had caught my attention when I first saw her, and I was slightly curious about her because something about her was just... mysteriously captivating. I felt like there was something more to her being an Honours student by day and an exotic dancer at night, but I often pushed these at the back of my head because I didn't know her, and I wasn't close to her. There was no way I was interested in her like that. There wasn't any convincing evidence to prove these ridiculously bold statements, at least by my standards.

"Even if I was, you know I can't sleep with people in my work life," I answered in a distant monotone. "I'm just doing this because I owe her for helping me. It's not like we'll be best of friends after this."

Christian sighed and decided to drop the subject altogether – which I was glad for. I didn't want to dwell on topics surrounding my "dating life" anyway.

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I was leaning against the hood of my car. I blew out an impatient breath through my lips and checked the time on my phone. It had only been about thirty minutes or so since I arrived at her residence block, but it felt like I had been waiting for hours and it was pretty dark outside. I'm hardly the type of guy who gets nervous and impatient, but I was. I lost count of how many times I checked the times and my last text that informed her that I was waiting outside – which she replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

It's probably because I don't know what to expect from this chick, I thought.

Since Lisa didn't tell me where we were going and what will be doing for the entire evening, I work a simple black t-shirt that had Johnny Depp in his youth printed on the front, a pair of black skinny jeans with some black and white Jordans and a black satin bomber jacket.

Finally, Lisa emerged from her building and approached my car. "Hi," she smiled, standing in front of me.

"You look interesting," I commented, cocking an eyebrow at her outfit.

She wore a crystal butterfly net top over her torn black t-shirt, a pair of black shorts with ripped black leggings and a pair of white wedged combat boots. She also wore a padded bomber jacket over her fit.

"Well, since we're going to a concert, might as well dress the part," she shrugged.

"A concert?" I crowed.

"Yeah, I bought tickets to Kehlani's concert. I was meaning to go with someone."

"Couldn't you go with your friends?"

"Not many of them like listening to Kehlani as much as I do. Plus, most of them are busy with life and school."

"Why not go by yourself then?"

"It wouldn't be as fun and memorable if I go alone. I like doing the things I love with people and vice versa."

I stared at her for a moment and let out a low chuckle. "You know, when you said you were going to make it up to me, I half expected a lunch date or something."

"Well, I don't do basic and cliché stuff that is straight from a Wattpad romance story," she replied, tilting her head to the said.

I continued staring at her. She was very odd. So odd that her actions seemed to render me speechless. I didn't know if I was impressed or concerned because her playful nature was just so unpredictable.

"Come on. I don't want us to be late," she walked over to the passenger seat.

[twisted-turtels]

Crossed Paths (Pt.1)

Farleigh Start x black!fem!oc

Author’s note: this is so random of me. Welcome to my new fixation, Farleigh Start from Saltburn. I wonder how long this story will last lol.

969 words is crazy i dont even write this much for my classes lol. it takes me days to get to 1000 words.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Crossed Paths

“Mama, there is no need to worry about me. You don’t trust me?” Jordan says. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. I don't trust the rest of the world. You're my baby, and you’re leaving me. Going all the way across the world!” Monica, Jordan’s mom, exclaims.

“Ma, you know this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I have never left this country, and I get the chance to study at one of the oldest and most prestigious universities for free! There’s nothing to worry about,” Jordan explains, “Listen, I’m about to pull up to my apartment, or shall I say ‘flat’ as the Englishmen describe it. I’ll talk to you later. Goodnighhhht.”

“Goodnight, baby, I love you. Don’t go crazy over there now!” Monica hangs up.

Jordan gets out of her taxi and takes in her surroundings. University of Oxford, I can’t believe I made it. Jordan clumsily gathers her luggage from the taxi (It’s a lot of stuff) and walks towards the entrance to her accommodation. As she struggles to make sure none of her luggage falls, she accidentally bumps into a tall figure. 

“Fuck.”

“Oh shit, I am so sorry!” Jordan looks up and exclaims. She sees a tall, pretty, light-skinned man staring down at his now-stained shirt. He’s black, she thinks. “Yes, and so is my shirt,” the man says sarcastically. “Oh, I did not realize I said that out loud. I’m sorry again. I’m kind of struggling, and I guess I wasn't paying-” she tries to explain, “You’re American?” the man interrupts. “Um, yeah, I just got in today, if you can’t tell. I’m here for an exchange program,” she continued. “Not many of us here. Listen, don’t worry about the shirt. I hope to see you around, but I gotta be somewhere soon,” the man quickly says and walks off. 

“For sure,” Jordan trails off, saying before she looks at her bags, I guess I will take this up myself. “Ugh!” she groans.

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Jordan sits in her flat and looks at the now unpacked space. I did a great job. I think I'm gonna put a Texas flag on my wall, too. She slumps down on the couch and looks at the flyer on her coffee table. ‘Undergraduate Social! 5 PM,’ it reads. “I guess I can attempt to socialize,” Jordan looks down at her watch, “One hour to get ready, but I don’t have to be there at exactly 5 pm though,” Jordan thinks aloud. I wonder if I’ll see the man from earlier? 

After freshening up, Jordan gathered her keys and wallet and went to the social. She entered the student union and noticed it bustling with students and professors. While looking around, she subconsciously looks for the man she met earlier.  Not many black students, she notes. She takes the time to go up to different organization tables and gather information. As she moves from table to table, she feels a delicate hand tap her shoulder. Jordan turns around and notices a blonde girl standing in front of her. 

“Hello!” the blonde girl exclaims.

“Hello?” Jordan questions.

“Sorry for the abruptness, but I just wanted to introduce myself. You seemed lost. My name is Venetia, and I wanted to ask, are you American?”

“Uh yeah, I am. I’m from Texas, actually.” Jordan explains.

“That’s really cool. There aren't many Americans here. I do know another one, though, who just happens to be my cousin. Would you like to meet him?”

I do need friends, so it wouldn't hurt.

“I don’t mind that at all. Lead the way. Also, my name is Jordan, by the way.”

“What a lovely name. Follow me!” Venetia instructs. 

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“Boys, I would like you to meet Jordan! She’s American just like you, Farleigh!” Venetia exclaims

Jordan stares at the tall man. “Oh, we’ve met Vee. She’s the one who spilled tea on my shirt.” Farleigh explains with a stoic look on his face.

Jordan stares at her feet sheepishly, “Yeah, really sorry about that.”

Farleigh stared the girl down until he smirked, “I’m just playing; it wasn’t a big deal. It's nice to put a pretty name to a pretty face, though.”

He just called me pretty.

“Ignore Farleigh, he’s a little jokester. Aren’t you cousin?” Venetia teasingly asks as Farleigh rolls his eyes. “Anyway, this is my brother, Felix,” Venetia gestures to another tall, handsome man. Are all British men above 6 feet and handsome?

“Hello. Sorry for my sister practically dragging you over here,” Felix jokes.

“I did not drag her over here!” Venetia exclaims

“Haha, it’s okay. I need to put myself out there more honestly, don’t want to be alone during my time here.” Jordan reassures.

“How about I get your phone number?” Farleigh blurts out, he then corrects himself, “ How about we all get your number so we can continue hanging out more? Obviously, I don’t want to be the only American in the group.”

“I thought you would never ask,” Jordan pulls out her phone to notice it’s dead, “Oops, phone is dead. Let me just write it down.” There is no paper. “Can I see your hand?” Jordan asks Farleigh while taking out a pen. Jordan softly holds Farleigh’s hand and writes down her number, “You can pass this on to the rest of them,” Jordan smiles at Farleigh. 

“It was really nice meeting y'all, but I have to get ready for the first day, so I’ll see y'all later,” Jordan waves and walks off.

Oh my god, when did I get so bold?

The group looks at each other in astonishment as Jordan walks away. “Ooh, Farleigh, she gave you her number,” Venetia teases. “She gave it to all of us,” Farleigh defends himself. 

“She says y’all,” Felix points out. “That’s so Texas of her.” He jokes. 

[subrenaspade]

Twisted Wonderland x Reader :No Place For Children Heartslaybul Pt. 1

This story is just some cute fluff I thought that some of you all would enjoy. There might be some cursing, that's all I can think of at the moment. The reader does have a bit of a backstory, giving her a little bit of OC vibes, but besides some background elements the rest is up to you. I only write Female, if that bothers you I'm sorry, I'm used to writing female and I keep having to go back to take away she/her pronouns. 

I do plan to make a series but more along the lines of while in this dorm for one chapter then while in this dorm for this other chapter.

A little background about the MC in my story so you're not all too lost. The MC used to suffer from androphobia (A fear of men), that has to do with some past trauma That I might go into more detail about later on if I decide to continue this story. The MC is also a Orphan losing her father at four, then her mother at fourteen, so there will be mention of family. The MC spent all her time in foster care, due to her mother being an orphan herself and her fathers family disowning him. 

:(Prologue)

Heartslaybul: pt one (you are here)

Savanaclaw: Soon

Octavinelle: Soon

Scarabia: Soon

Pomefiore: Soon

Ignihyde: Soon

Diasomnia: Soon

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The second Riddle had caught sight of the troublesome duo, they had collars around their necks. They also got stuck on hedgehog duty, by themselves may I add. About an hour after arriving (Name) Woke up in the arms of Trey who, let's be honest, was using her as an excuse for some quiet time. (Name) pulled away from the green haired man with glasses with a start, confused about her surroundings. A hand was placed on her head, making her stop frantically looking around. 

“Don't worry, (Name). You are just at Heartslabyul, our dorm.” Trey explained, the girl slowly relaxed at his gentle words. “How was your rest? You where really tired.” Trey laughed a little. (Name) nodded her head as she rubbed some of the lingering sleepiness from her eyes. 

“Oh! (Nickname) is awake! Hey cutie!” A ginger with long hair and a red diamond under his green eyes almost squealed. The girl shrank a little in Trey's arms, making him send a scolding glare at Cater. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare her.” Cater chuckled warily. Trey stroked her hair soothing the already nervous child. 

“Its okay, He is my friend, Cater. I guess I have yet to introduce myself too, Im Trey.” He explained, knowing that this information might give the girl some comfort. She eyed both men before giving them a hesitant nod. Her body relaxed as she looked at the two boys. 

“Hi Mister Cater and Mister Trey.” The girl said politely. Both boys looked at the young girl, feeling really old all of a sudden. 

“You… uh can just call me Trey..” Trey muttered, feeling tired. 

“Yeah, Just Cater…” Cater followed, sitting next to Trey to pull the girl into his lap. (Name) kinda sat there feeling like a baby getting passed around at a family reunion, once she remembered what happened in Crowley's office. 

~~~(Moving to your POV cause this 3rd person is throwing me off)~~~

I shifted around as Cater started to play with my hair. As strange as it was, these strangers didn't seem dangerous to me, they almost felt comfortable. I jolted as I heard someone coming into the living room we were in. I turned around to see the man from earlier with something around his neck. I smiled at the sight of him, leaping off of Caters lap and rushed over to him.

“Ace!” I cheered as I wrapped my arms around his legs, earning a yelp from him. He had frozen in my grasp as I looked up at him. A sly smirk played on his lips as he kneeled down in front of me, meeting me at eye level.

“Hey pip squeak. I see you're awake now.” Ace said as he patted my head. I grinned at him with a nod. “It's good to see that you calmed down now. I thought that I was going to have to get the tickle monster after you earlier.” He said as he started to poke at my side. I let out a small squeal, giggling at his playfulness. I reached out and booped his nose, making him freeze. A slow evil smile played on his lips as he raised both hands slowly, wiggling his fingers to indicate that he was going to tickle me for real. I yelped as I bolted away and around the couch with him following me. 

I let out playful cries for help, though it only made the boys chuckle or smile at us. After running around for a bit I finally started to feel my little legs tire out a little, so I ducked behind the leg of a navy blue haired boy who had entered with Ace when he came in. I held his leg breathing really hard, trying to catch my breath. Ace had stopped in front of us with his arms out ready to catch me. The boy looked down at me with a blush. I fisted his pants leg in my hands giving him my best pleading look. “Please help me, mister.” I begged he stiffened at my words looking shocked I was asking him for help. Ace froze at that too, giving me a shocked expression. 

We all sat in silence for a few, then the boy swooped me off my feet and into his arms. A look with fierce determination and a challenging smirk played across his lips. Then… He bolted. I squealed as he took off down the hallway and out the door into the front yard or was it a garden. I saw Ace rushing after us and giggled into The boy's shoulder. “Deuce! You traitor!” Ace called out. I felt the boy laugh at the call out of his betrayal. 

“It can't be helped! You saw her face!” The boy who I now know as Deuce called back. “She was too cute!” 

I gave Ace an ornery wave as I tightened my grip on Deuces shoulders. Ace gave a scowl at me but soon replaced it with a smirk. He tried to pick up the pace, though Deuce still seemed to run faster than him. I then saw Aces face drop into what I would assume was horror. Followed by Deuce letting out a gasp and slipping on his own two feet. I yelped as I felt his feet slide under him, letting him land on his butt. He made sure to keep a firm grip on me, even going as far as to place a hand on my head to prevent me from bumping my head. 

“What do you two think you're doing..” I heard someone seeth. I stiffened at the enraged tone, gripping Deuces jacket. Ace had caught up to us and stopped right next to us. 

“We were just playing-” Ace was cut off with a stern voice. 

“You two have yet to do the flamingo enclosure, and your out here playing?” I had finally looked up from Deuce's shoulder to see that it was the red haired boy from earlier. I shivered at the look of anger on his face. “First you cause an accident in your class, then you try to-” I looked down feeling guilty since I was the one who got them in trouble. I pushed off of Deuce, somehow getting out of his tight hold, making Riddle snap his lips shut. I stood in front of both of them, trying to act like a shield while looking down in shame.

“I-Im sorry mister. I was the one who had them play with me. I-If you need to punish me.” I claimed to feel my legs shake. I pulled all my courage to look up and met the red hairs glare. His eyes were wide as saucers and his mouth shut and closed like a fish out of water. Slowly his face turned red. He stood still as a statue and stared at me as if contemplating every life choice he made. Finally after defeating silence he sighed, seeming to relax. He moved his gaze back to Deuce and Ace.

“Go finish the rest of your chores.” He commanded, earning surprised looks from the two boys. He looked back down at me and held out his hand. “You will be coming with me, we need to talk for a bit.” He started, waiting patiently for me to take his hand. I nodded my head, taking his hand. I turned and waved at the two still shocked boys as we walked away. 

~~~~~( third POV)~~~~

The little girl hung her head in shame as she was led through the hallways. Riddle felt a cold sweat run down his neck. Riddle can honestly say he had no clue what to do with her. He didn't have a real childhood like many of his peers, and he knew that not every child would be able to follow the rules that he had abided by in his raising. This meant that he had to control his temper and learn to let some rules go, even though it went against everything he learned. 

He was normally very lenient with her since she was from another world with no knowledge of the rules here, but she had always made an effort into abiding all the ones she could remember and keeping in mind the ones he would explain to her if she broke a rule unknowingly. However a child wouldn’t be able to remember all of them, so with a talk with Trey, as long as there was really no harm he would let it go. 

Finally making it to his room, he opened the door and ushered the young child in. He had asked Trey to bring in some tea and snacks that sat on the small coffee table in front of his chairs. Riddle finally released the girl's hand walking over to pour the tea. 

“Go ahead and have a seat (Name).” Riddle ordered. The little girl who was sure she was in trouble, nodded her head and crawled onto the sofa waiting for her scolding to begin. She looked down at her hands in shame as she waited for him to start, only he never did. She stiffened a little when a tea cup on a saucer blocked her view of her hands. She looked up at Riddle who held out the drink to her. With steady hands she took them into her hands, making sure not to spill anything. She looked back up at him confused at the kind gesture. 

“I suppose I should introduce myself” Though you already know me Riddle fought the urge to say. “I am Riddle Rosehearts, the dorm leader of this dorm. For the next few days and nights you will be staying here and sleeping in my room. Some of the students have offered to let you tag along with them during classes. So you wont be alone.” He explained, taking a sip of his tea. His eyes drifted to the still confused girl. She bobbed her head up and down to show that she understood him. “Trey told me I should inform you that I can be a little…… strict when it comes to rules… But I will try too be lenient and let some things go since these rules will seem… odd to you.”  Riddle tried to explain in a slow but easy manner. 

“Rules? But aren't there rules for a reason?” She asked, tilting her head.

“EXACTLY!!” Riddle exclaimed, making the child jump in surprise. He stared at her awkwardly then moved back to cough into his hand. “It's more… tradition for this dorm. So there is no need to worry about it.” He explained. The girl nodded still startled. She finally tilted her head at him confused.

“So mister Riddle… You're not mad at me?” She asked. He looked at her confused at the question. 

“No, why would I be?” 

“Well, you were really mad when we were playing earlier…” She explained. It was Riddle's turn to jump a little. He placed his saucer down as he recalled that he never explained that situation, though he would have to jump over special information.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding. I was more upset with Deuce and Ace for dodging their punishment. You see they put someone I care about in a bind due to their negligence. I MEAN SOMEONE WHO IS IMPORTANT TO MANY PEOPLE IN A BIND!!” Riddle corrected the last part as he realized he admitted out loud he cared for the perfect, though she had no clue she was the person. 

“Oh…” She said, looking at him in understanding. 

“A-Anyways dinner will be ready before too long, go wash up!” Riddle stood feeling his nerves rattle around. She looked at him then down at the tea she had yet to touch. She chugged it down and slid off the sofa to place it on the coffee table. She let her eyes linger on the cookies on the try, hesitantly looking up at him.

“Be for that… c-can I have a cookie?” She asked. Riddle felt his mouth form a no, but stopped himself. It was like a wave of trauma washed over him. He stood there, living every moment his mother told him he was not allowed to have any sweets or anything that was considered not healthy. Every smoke on his hand, Every time he was forced to sit at his desk  to work on a problem or think over his actions that were wrong in his mothers eyes. His hands trembled and he bit into his lip to keep from having a wail leave his throat. 

A hand. 

A small hand grabbed his arm and held on tight. He blinked his wide eyes still holding the trauma that he was reliving. The small girl stared up at him, worried swimming in her expressful eyes. He gave him a gentle nudge, making his legs buckle under his weight. However she had him pushed against the chair he was once sitting on. She crawled up next to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. All those horrible memories faded away as the warmth of her arms brought comfort to his shocked heart. He sat there silently as he regained his composure. His breath that he had not noticed he was holding started to come out in slow and even breaths. 

Once his brain started to catch up he wondered what happened. He has told many people no before. It was a common word he used for the troublesome duo, why was it so different all of a sudden. He then looked at the girl who still held him in her small arms as if protecting him. Maybe it was because he was saying no to a child?  (Name) Finally pulled away from him, noticing he had calmed down. 

“Are you feeling better?” She asked in a small voice. She stroked his hair as if comforting a child. He then came to the understanding that this was not the first time comforting someone. She analyzed the situation and his person and acted how she thought fit. No child should be able to react like that. 

“H…have you done this before?” He asked. The girl gave him a small nod.

“When anyone mentions daddy to mommy… she gets the same look in her eyes you do. Hugging her and letting her sit helps….” She explained, still stroking his hair. He felt his body droop a little, this time wrapping his arms around her to get an extra grounding. The small child did not complain or say anything to make him pull away, she wrapped her arms around in return and leaned into him. 

“That's…. Not something I would have expected….” He muttered, trying to finish gathering his thoughts. He felt the child let out a tired sigh, but not say another word. He already knew she had suffered quite a few loses in her life, from her father, then her trust, than her mother. But he didn't know what happened to her after the passing of her father. Not once has she brought it up or pushed blame onto her mother. However as an adult she was never one to bring up much about herself without being asked. That seems to be similar to her as a child. Someone who had to learn to be sympathetic and selfless at a young age. Someone who gave up their childish mind at a young age to please others. Someone…. Who was starting to seem similar to him in many more aspects, yet different in their own situation. They both just held each other, enjoying the human contact the silent comfort they got from the other. 

‘Knock Knock” 

“Riddle, you guys ready to go get dinner?” Trey’s voice came from the other side of the door. The second a knock hit the door, Riddle stiffened, but when he heard Treys voice he relaxed, knowing that Trey would not enter without permission. He pulled back, coughing into his hand to get the nerves out of his voice.

“Yes, we are coming.” Riddle called out, cursing the quiver in his voice. The child pulled away letting him have his space. She reached over for the tea, pouring him a cup and handing it to him, hoping that it would make him feel better. Out of every rule in the book, from the way she poured it and failed to place three cubes of sugar in it, he could not turn down her kind offer. He took the cup and took a sip, earning a gentle smile from the young girl. He fought the horrible feeling of breaking the rules and downed the tea like a champ. Once finished he stood up, taking the (Name) into his arms and walking to the door to go have dinner. 

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the 'do it for him' mini series was insanely good, it's illegal. i wish that we could have more of it. 😔

what would oc do if jungkook decides that he wants her as his wife and not his son's wife anymore, what would she do? like, would she play house with him when her husband is on a work trip because his dad keeps on sending him?

Oh my gosh thank you so much 😭 I'm so so happy you liked it! Hopefully this will help answer your questions <3

Do it for... Mini Masterlist < read for context :)

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"You told me as soon as we found out I was pregnant with my son yo-" "Our son" he taunts and I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down a bit before continuing, not wanting to raise my voice too much as the children are in the other room. "Our son, that you would leave me alone" I say and he raises a brow at me, wanting me to continue my argument. "Yet you keep coming back to me. Why can't you just leave me alone?" I say, walking over to sit down at my husband's desk. The same place where Jungkook had propositioned me several years ago. 

"Darling it's your fault, you've ruined sex for me with other women. Nothing about them compares to you" he says caressing my face leaving me flinching a bit but he holds onto my chin to keep me in place. "What about me is so special to you?" I say looking up at him with a heated gaze, full of disgust for everything about him.

"Your body and how it calls out to me even though your mind wants you to think differently. How you keep on letting me have you when my son is out of town even when you try to tell me no. How you cry every time from the guilt that is consuming you from the inside out yet you lay there and take it. That is what makes you special love" he says looking down at me with an expression that is somehow readable but not at the same time.

"You're disgusting" I say and stand up to leave but he places a hand on my shoulder and my body moves to sit back down without any resistance. "You call me disgusting yet with just a touch you're already giving into me" says with a cocky smile.

"You're just as disgraceful if not more for letting me do this to you" he says while cradling my face again and running his thumb along my bottom lip, somehow with that simple motion and his heated gaze he's put me in a trance.

He tugs on my bottom lip softly making me open my mouth as he slowly inserts his thumbs and pressed it on my tongue leaving me on impulse suckling on it and watching as his eye darken, full of pure lust.

I'm broken out of the headspace that he is always able to get me in so easily when I hear my son crying. I bite on his thumb a bit leaving him pulling it out of my mouth, giving me a chance to leave. "The nanny will tend to him" he says not even bothering to turn and watch me as I go.

"I don't care, I want to go take care of my son " I say and he turns around after that with his phone facing me, showing me my husband's contact information. "Just one call love and your entire world crumbles. Now run off and go take care of our son, we can continue this conversation later" he finishes and turns his back to me. 

I'm doing this so I can save my husband from the heartbreak of knowing that our marriage and the family that we've built together is all a lie. So if that means entertaining his father to keep this a secret then I'll do it. I could never bare seeing the pain I've caused him come to life as I already have two living reminders with me everyday. 

I've backed myself into a corner, and there really is no one else to blame but myself. Jungkook might've pressured me into this but the choice was ultimately mine, and I chose wrong.  

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SKELETONS | ch. 5

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: After being invited into the CDC by Dr. Jenner, the group receives some disappointing news. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; descriptions of infection, illness, death

Chapter 5 - Dr. Jenner

The ride downward was awkward and stifling, the entire group loaded into the large, industrial size elevator carrying them all easily.

“Doctors always go around packing heat like that?” Daryl asked, breaking the silence.

“There were plenty left lying around. I familiarized myself.” Dr. Jenner replied with a twinge of amusement, a smirk playing on his lips. “But you look harmless enough. Except you.” He joked, looking to Carl. “I’ll have to keep my eye on you.” The boy smiled.

Jenner led them through long hallways lit by fluorescent bulbs, everything coated in a sterile, uncomfortable aura. It was almost like a hospital, but there was no one here but them. So far, at least.

“Are we underground?” Carol asked as they followed him.

“Are you claustrophobic?” He asked, catching the nervous tone of her voice.

“A little.” She murmured.

“Try not to think about it.” He replied simply. Iris bit down on her tongue, trying not to grin. She liked how nonchalant he seemed about the whole thing. It was nice not to feel as if you were choking on the intensity of every given situation in every moment of the day. 

The hallway led to an enormous room at the end, shrouded in darkness.

“Vi, bring up the lights in the big room.” He called. A loud, engaging noise echoed through the room as a circle of LED lights illuminated the large supercomputer in the center. Jenner half-turned toward them, over his shoulder. “Welcome to zone five.”

“Where is everybody?” Rick asked, voicing everyone’s unspoken question. “The other doctors, the staff?” Jenner turned back as they filtered in, slowly.

“I’m it.” He answered. The way he said it indicated it had been that way for a while now. Perhaps that was why he seemed to find it all so uninteresting. “It’s just me here.”

“What about the person you were speaking with?” Lori asked. “Vi?” Iris raised an eyebrow.

“It’s a computer.” She answered, gesturing in front of them.

“Vi, say hello to our guests.” Jenner said loudly. “Tell them, welcome.”

“Hello, guests. Welcome.” The computerized voice spoke through speakers in the ceiling, and Iris accepted the disapproving frown from Lori. 

“I’m all that’s left.” Jenner repeated. “I’m sorry.”

-

Iris frowned as Jenner tightened the rubber tourniquet on her arm.

“Sorry.” She muttered. “Shitty veins.” He shrugged as they waited a moment, Iris flexing her wrist. He managed to find one after poking her a few times, fixing the collection tube to the specialized needle. It filled quickly with deep crimson blood and he pulled it off, retracting the needle and sliding the box of bandages in her direction.

“Doesn’t help that you’re all dehydrated.” He replied, shrugging again. Iris hummed, watching as he pulled a pen from his pocket. “Name?”

“Iris.” She replied. He labeled the tube, placing it with the others to be tested later.

“What’s the point?” Andrea asked, looking around the classroom he’d brought them to, each of them waiting for their turn. “If we were infected we’d all be running a fever.”

“I’ve already broken every rule in the book letting you in here.” Jenner replied. “Let me just at least be thorough.”

“Whatever makes you feel better.” Iris shrugged, fixing the bandage to her arm before taking a seat, cross-legged on a desk. Andrea openly groaned, leaning her head back against the wall. Jacqui supported her, running a hand across her back.

“Are you okay?” Jenner asked, frowning.

“She hasn’t eaten in days.” Jacqui replied. “None of us have.”

-

Iris didn’t drink much anymore, and she enjoyed how jovial the wine seemed to make everyone else. Dale didn’t spare a drop as he poured a glass for everyone, and Jenner seemed content to let them raid the CDC stores. He’d given them access to a feast’s amount of food, the whole group surrounding a large grey table in the cafeteria space.

“You know, in Italy, children have a bit of wine with dinner. And in France.” Dale stated cheerfully, making a face at Carl. Carl looked up at his mom.

“Well, when Carl is in Italy or France, he can have some then.” She said sternly, a hand over the top of his glass.

“What’s it gonna hurt? Come on.” Rick chided. Lori, flabbergasted, stopped mid-sip, removing her hand as she stared at her husband. Dale gave Carl a splash and they watched as he took a sip. He spat it out, making a face, everyone laughing.

“That’s my boy. That’s my boy.” Lori nodded.

“Yuck. That tastes nasty.” Carl muttered. Iris chuckled.

“More for me, please.” She asked, offering her glass to Dale, who gladly obliged.

“Not you, Glenn.” Daryl stated as Glenn examined the bottle.

“What?” He asked, looking up.

“Keep drinking, little man. I want to see how red your face can get.” Daryl joked.

“Says you.” Iris replied, taking a sip. The group laughed and Daryl turned, obviously intoxicated, and had the audacity to seem offended. Though, he drowned his offence in the bottle of whiskey he’d conjured up.

Rick gently tapped his fork against his glass, standing up as he addressed them all.

“It seems to me that we haven’t properly thanked our host.” He stated simply. Iris turned to Jenner, who seemed to be zoned out. He hadn’t engaged much with them, and it made her uncomfortable. A suspicious, too-good-to-be-true sort of situation.

“More than just a host.” T-Dog added on as he raised his glass. They all lifted their cups to him, offering small toasts and small thanks. The doctor raised his glass in turn, meeting a few of their gazes, but he was somewhere else.

“So when are you gonna tell us what the hell happened here, Doc?” Shane asked, slicing through the cheerful ambiance. “All the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring out what happened… where are they?”

“We’re celebrating, Shane.” Rick chastised. “We don’t need to do this now.”

“Woah, wait a second.” Shane paused. “This is why we’re here, right? This was your move, supposed to find all the answers. Instead, we found him. We found one man. Why?” He half-turned to Jenner expectantly, and the doctor returned his accusing gaze warily.

“Well, when things got bad, a lot of people just left. Went off to be with their families. And when things got worse, when the military cordon got overrun, the rest bolted.” Jenner explained.

“Every last one?” Shane asked.

“No.” Jenner replied, now looking at him sharply. “Many couldn’t face walking out the door. They opted out. There was a rash of suicides. That was a bad time.” He looked down at his hands and Iris watched. Something about him was defensive, performative. How long had he been her alone, and why hadn’t he made a change?

“You didn’t leave.” Andrea observed shrewdly. “Why?”

“I just kept working.” He replied, looking up again. There was that expression, the performative one. “Hoping to do some good.” Iris raised an eyebrow.

“Dude, you are such a buzzkill, man.” Glenn muttered, scowling at Shane. 

When they’d finished eating, Jenner led them down yet another hallway, appearing to be a series of blank doors with nothing remarkable about it.

“Most of the facility’s powered down, including housing, so you’ll have to make do here.” He explained. “The couches are comfortable, but there are cots in storage if you like. There’s a rec room down the hall that you kids might enjoy. Just don’t plug in the video games, okay? Or anything that draws power. The same applies— if you shower, go easy on the hot water.” 

Glenn turned around, the biggest grin on his face.

“Hot water?” He asked. Iris had to admit, a shower was sounding heavenly. It had definitely been far too long since she last had one.

“That’s what the man said.” T-Dog replied, an equally huge grin on his face. 

They all got their things sorted and separated, each of them claiming a turn in the showers rather quickly. Iris groaned out loud as the hot water poured across her skin. She turned her face up, feeling it run across her eyes. She deliberately refused to watch the dirty water drain away, not wanting to know just how much filth she’d been living in. Rick even joined Lori in the shower, while Shane preferred the company of that whiskey bottle. Dale even found a robe to snuggle up in afterward. 

The feeling of soft, clean clothes was something Iris knew she appreciated more than ever before. Yet, it all seemed to still function as a distraction. Something was missing, something was not right. The pounding of her wine-induced headache, however, made it hard to concentrate on. 

Iris heard the slam of a door and watched as Shane stormed down the hallway, three long scratches across his face and neck, fresh. She said nothing as he passed her, and he said nothing in return.

-

In the morning, Iris followed everyone’s sleepy trails toward the cafeteria, where most of them hoped to drown their hangovers in cereal, bacon and orange juice. Miraculously, all of those things were available to them.

“Are you hungover?” Carl asked, messing with his cereal as his dad approached the table. “Mom said you’d be hungover.”

“Well, mom’s right.” Rick chuckled, taking a seat beside Lori.

“Mom has that annoying habit.” Lori mused, grinning to herself.

“Eggs!” T-Dog called, walking in with a frying pan. “Powdered, but I do ‘em good.” Glenn groaned at his volume, clutching his throbbing head. Jacqui rubbed his shoulders sympathetically. “Bet you can’t tell. Protein helps the hangover.”

“Where’d all this come from?” Rick asked.

“Jenner.” Iris replied, tossing Rick and Glenn a few bottles of Aspirin the doctor had given her.

“Thank you.” They both groaned.

“Don’t ever, ever, ever let me drink again.” Glenn grumbled.

“Hey.” Shane called, walking in. He was wearing his cop uniform today, which made Iris pause. Perhaps he was relying on the collar to hide the scratch marks. Lori refused to make eye contact with him, which Iris noted.

“The hell happened to you? Your neck…” T-Dog asked, angling his head to get a better look. Shane pulled the collar up, brushing against the marks.

“Must have done it in my sleep.” He replied, shrugging. Iris blinked at him and he made eye contact with her, staring hard.

“Never seen you do that before.” Rick stated.

“Me neither. Not like me at all.” Shane shrugged again, making a point to look at Lori when he said it. Iris said nothing, taking a long sip of coffee.

“Morning.” Jenner greeted, walking in to help himself.

“Hey, Doc.” 

“Doctor, I don’t mean to slam you with questions first thing—“ Dale started.

“But you will anyway.” Jenner said with half-hearted amusement.

“We didn’t come here for the eggs.” Andrea said pointedly.

“Though they are appreciated.” Iris countered. Jenner turned around with his coffee, nodding.

He led them to the central room with Vi, the computer. The lights came on automatically and he took a seat at the central terminal. The group filed in, turning toward the large screen occupying one wall.

“Give me a playback of TS-19.” Jenner called. 

“Playback of TS-19.” Vi echoed. The screen shuddered to life, loading a set of data with MRI scans and other medical files.

“Few people ever got to see this.” Jenner narrated. “Very few.” There was a running time at the bottom and they watched as the scan changed, illuminating parts of the brain as heart rate and brain activity was monitored on the side.

“Is that a brain?” Carl asked.

“An extraordinary one.” Jenner replied. “Not that it matters in the end. Take us in for E.I.V..”

“Enhanced Internal View.” The scan shifted to a virtual camera and zoomed in to depict the network of synapses inside the brain. They watched as electrical impulses shifted across dendrites at lightning speed. 

“What are those lights?” Shane asked. 

“It’s a person’s life. Experiences, memories. It’s everything.” Jenner replied poetically. Iris raised an eyebrow. “Somewhere in all that organic wiring, all those ripples of light, is you— the thing that makes you unique and human.”

“You don’t make sense ever?” Daryl asked.

“Those are synapses. Electrical impulses in the brain that carry all the messages.” Jenner explained more clearly. “They determine everything a person says, does or thinks from the moment of birth to the moment of death.”

“Death? That’s what this is, a vigil?” Rick asked.

“Yes. Or rather, the playback of the vigil.” Jenner answered.

“This person died? Who?” Andrea wondered sadly, looking up at the screen as if this person meant everything to her.

“Test Subject 19. Someone who was bitten and infected and volunteered to have us record the process. Vi, scan forward to the first event.”

“Scanning to first event.” As the image flashed forward, the synapses from the nape of the neck, spreading through the brain went black, the infection slowly spreading through the nervous system.

“What is that?” Glenn asked.

“It invades the brain like meningitis.” Jenner explained slowly. The person on the screen shifted as they coughed, writhing in pain as the infection took over. “The adrenal glands hemorrhage, the brain goes into shutdown, then the major organs.” The person’s brainwaves disappeared all at once, all light across the scan dimming to black. “Then death. Everything you ever were or ever will be, gone.”

“Is that what happened to Jim?” Sophia asked.

“Yes.” Carol answered solemnly. Andrea broke down, tears flowing down her face.

“She lost somebody two days ago. Her sister.” Lori explained as Jenner frowned at Andrea.

“I lost somebody too. I know how devastating it is.” He said simply, nodding. “Scan to the second event.”

“Scanning to second event.”

“The resurrection times vary wildly. We had reports of it happening in as little as three minutes.” He murmured as they turned back to the screen. “The longest we heard of was eight hours. In the case of this patient, it was two hours, one minute, seven seconds.” The blackened nerves at the base of the brain stem turned bright again, this time red light blooming through the synapses. It was slower, more sparse.

“It restarts the brain?” Lori asked.

“No, just the brain stem. Basically, it gets them up and moving.”

“But they’re not alive?” Rick asked.

“You tell me.” Jenner shrugged. Iris scoffed, shaking her head. The ethical dilemma over whether or not to kill walkers was a little ways behind them. 

“It’s nothing like before. Most of that brain is dark.”

“There’s nothing left of who they were. They’re mindless now.” Iris said darkly. “That is not life. It’s… undeath.”

“Yes. The frontal lobe, the neocortex— the human part. That doesn’t come back. The you part. Just a shell driven by mindless instinct.” Jenner agreed. They watched as a bright light shot across the frame, cutting through the skull and brain of the walker.

“God, what was that?” Carol jumped.

“A bullet.” Iris replied, turning away.

“Vi, power down the main screen and the workstations.” Jenner commanded.

“Powering down main screen and workstations.”

“You have no idea what it is, do you?” Andrea stated accusingly, folding her arms across her chest.

“It could be microbial, viral, parasitic, fungal.” He mused, uninterested.

“Or the wrath of God?” Jacqui asked, the light behind her eyes dimming hopelessly. Iris blew a hair out of her face, leaning against a desk. 

“There is that.” Jenner considered.

“Somebody must know something.” Andrea insisted. “Somebody. Somewhere.”

“There are others, right? Other facilities?” Carol asked.

“There may be some. People like me.” Jenner shrugged.

“But you don’t know? How can you not know?” Rick asked, impassioned.

“He doesn’t care.” Iris stated. “Right? You barely let us in.”

“Everything went down. Communications, directives, all of it. I’ve been in the dark for almost a month.” Jenner muttered.

“So it’s not just here. There’s nothing left anywhere. Nothing?” Andrea scoffed. “That’s what you’re really saying, right?” Jenner said nothing, looking down at the floor.

“Jesus.” Jacqui muttered. 

“Man, I’m gonna get shitfaced drunk again.” Daryl grumbled, running his hands over his face.

“Dr. Jenner, I know this has been taxing for you and I hate to ask one more question, but that clock. It’s counting down.” Dale stated. Iris whipped her head around, following Dale’s gaze to a red shot clock on the wall. It was indeed counting down, one hour remaining. She stood straighter, switching into fight-or-flight. “What happens at zero?”

[spacebobastories]

Something Real

Chapter 2 - The Omega

Summary: When John got the mission assigned to him to retrieve an important item, he didn’t think nothing of it. With hardly any information presented to them, they were in the dark. But, what they found shocked them. Why didn’t they know about this facility? Maybe they didn’t want to know.

Parings: Poly 141 x OC (Louis Belmont)

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, I’m not an expert on military so there will be inaccuracies, panicking from Louis.

Author’s note: You guys have no idea how bad I want to do daily updates lol. But I have to force myself to do weekly updates so I won’t become burnt out. I have so many ideas for this story it’s not even funny. I want to just write little head cannons but don’t want to really spoil anything.

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“So we have no idea what we’re supposed to retrieve?” It was quiet in the office as John Price sat at his desk. Laswell was on the other line, a small exhausted sigh came from her. It seemed like the higher ups were running her ragged as well.

“Not really. All they told us was that the item could either be extremely dangerous or not. Look Price, I don’t even know if the ‘item’ they’re talking about is even real. But if the higher ups want it, then it must be extremely important.”

John leaned back in his chair, it creaked softly under his weight, and let out a sigh of his own. He reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache start to form behind his eyes. He’s been up for three days straight now dealing with paper work and the higher ups. He hasn’t even had the time to even take a quick nap.

“Right. This is exactly what I wanted. To go blind in a mission.”

It was eerily quiet as Ghost and Soap moved through the building, checking their corners and staying close together. When they touched down in Old Washington, there wasn’t any surprise to how old and rundown the city was. It was abandoned since the Omega War 33 years ago. No one but the desperate stayed here. So, when they finally managed to find the building they were looking for, surprise washed over them.

It was a hospital but the deeper they went underground, the more the hospital…didn’t look like a hospital. “What the hell is this place?” Soap muttered softly, his voice echoing lightly.

“No idea. But keep talking to a minimum. Dont know what’s here.” Ghost’s baritone voice doesn’t echo as much because of his mask but it didn’t make it less eerie. The walls were cracked and some had fallen in, the building creaked and groaned. They had to make this quick, but there was no way of knowing what the hell they were looking for.

But whatever this place was, it didn’t look like a basement to store things. As they passed by a few rooms, shining their lights in, they saw skeletons on the floor wearing lab coats. There looked like some medical equipment but looked more sinister than normal equipment. Soap felt a shiver move down his spine at the thought of what they did here. *Why are there so many skeletons? How many people died here?* he thought as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

It took them longer than they thought to make it to the last door. The door was different than the others. As the regular doors were made of wood and were small, this door was massive and metal. But, it was slightly ajar. The sign above it read ‘Cryo Chambers’

“Didn’t they say the item could be dangerous?” Soap spoke as Ghost glanced over at him and let his gun fall to his side. “Yeah, be ready for anything.” He muttered as he grabbed the edge of the door and with a grunt, began pulling it open. It was heavy even with Ghost being strong, it was still hard to open. But he managed to get it open enough to the point they could slip in. He grabbed his gun once more and stepped in.

Inside the large room it should have been dark, but it was dimly lit by the cryo pods that lined the walls. Some of them were off while others were on. But it looked like a lot of the people inside were dead. Soap and Ghost slowly moved down the middle, shock moving through their bodies. *What the hell were they doing down here?* was the thoughts that went through their minds.

Soap swallowed thickly as he saw that the people in the pods looked…odd. They were bigger than most but some had horns while others looked like they had wings. *Experiments? They were experimenting on people?* Soap felt anger move through his body but glanced over as he felt Ghost bump his side. The Alpha also looked angry, he could see it in his eyes. But there was nothing they could do.

At the end of the room was a larger cryo pod that was brightly lit. The small screen on the pod had the vitals of the person inside. The heart monitor was still moving and there was a green light on the screen. That had to be a good thing right? Ghost reached up and wiped some of the condensation off the glass. Inside of the pod lay a man with deep red dreadlocks that almost looked like blood in the light of the pod. His locs were loose, lying down over his shoulders and seemed to stop below his chest. His skin which looked to be umber had a dark-yellow tone to it which paired nicely with his hair. What caught Ghost’s attention the most was the black and silver gas mask that sat on his face. It didn’t cover his entire face just the bottom half of his face.

The life monitor also had the name of this person. Ghost looked at the monitor, reading the name: Louis Belmont. Then shock washed over him as he stared at the status below the name. Omega.

*An Omega? An honest to God Omega? Here?* he thought and looked over at Soap who was looking at the pod in anger and shock. “A fucking Omega? What the hell is this place?” The brunette breathed out and Ghost stepped back.

“I guess we’ll find out from him.” He looked around the pod for a handle or something to open it. It took a few tries but they finally managed to get it open and they quickly stepped back at the pod began to open.

Ghost watched as the omega’s eyes fluttered open, he was once again shocked and surprised as the whites of his eyes were black and his eyes were an extremely beautiful gold. The color looked like molten gold and was actually…glowing.

“Holy shit, L.T, you see what I’m seein’? ” Soap breathed out as the Omega’s body leaned forward and they were ready to catch it but they froze as his body turned into smoke, falling to the ground only to turn right back into a solid body. Soap breathed in sharply, both tensing up and not knowing what to do. Until the redhead took off his gas mask and took a deep breath only to start coughing. It was the type of cough that shook his whole body, making him hunch over in pain.

Soap moved first, moving over to the omega and placed his hand on the man’s back. He rubbed his hand slowly, trying to calm the man’s coughing down and once he finally stopped, he placed the mask back on.

Louis seemed to be processing what was going on as he slowly lifted his head and looked at Ghost. “Can you stand?” Ghost asked, silently cursing. Of course he can’t stand, he looked like he barely knew where he was.

“What…year is it?”

The man’s voice was scratchy, like he hadn’t used it for a long time. The labored breathing of the gas mask didn’t help either.

“3055.” Soap spoke up, still beside Louis and the omega’s eyes went wide from shock and disbelief.

“33 years? I’ve been in there for…33 years?” It sounded like all the air had left his lungs as he stared at Ghost in shock then down at the floor.

Ghost felt the urge to console him, make him feel better but he refrained from doing so.

“Soap, pick him up. We need to go.” Ghost watched as the beta nodded his head and fixed his gun before reaching down and picked up the man. The redhead had on black pants and a black muscle shirt that showed off his muscles.

“We have the target, Captain.” Ghost reported to Price, not wanting to say more until they got back to a safe place. Gaz nor Price will believe him until they bring the Omega in.

Pain. Pain. Pain. painpainpain. It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Golden eyes shot open, Louis breathed in sharply as the pain seemed to intensify as he was now fully awake. His eyes frantically darted around at the figures above him, darkened out by the blindingly bright light above him. His heart was beating so hard he thought it would burst out of his chest. *No! Not again! Not this again!* Panic gripped his brain tightly and his breathing picked up speed, but his eyes locked onto the figure who was speaking.

"How is Louis behaving?" The voce was feminine as she was handed something, a clipboard.

Louis could hear the light fluttering of paper as she lifted the page to look at something. That's right, he was here again. The tests, the pain. It never seemed to end. It was like a loop of pain that got worse and worse over time. The Omega swallowed thickly, painfully. His mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton, he couldn't swallow and it was hard to speak. "W-where...am I?" He managed to get out, his mind foggy. He had a vague recollection on where he was, but couldn't put anything together.

The pain was excruciating as he laid on that table, pain shooting through his body. He could feel IV's were in his arm, but he didn't know how many there were or what they were pumping into him. Louis's body twitched as jolts of pain shot through him and he gasped sharply, suddenly arching his back. Tears pooled in his eyes then rolled down his cheeks, he could hear himself sobbing, begging for the pain to stop.

He wished he could see the people above him, see their faces to memorize them. Louis wanted them to pay for making him hurt. Pain...pain...it hurts so much.

"He's doing surprisingly well with the chemicals in his body. It hasn't killed him yet." The voice sounded excited. It made him sick. "B-bastards." He croaked out and through his blurry vision, he could see their heads tilt down towards him.

"I'm surprised he can even speak. The pain must be excruciating. Fascinating." One of the figures reached out to wipe the tears from his sweaty face, he flinched at the touch, trying to focus on the person. But it was too hard to focus on anything, his head throbbed and it felt like he had ran a 10 mile marathon with no break.

"Hush now, child. This is for a good cause." Someone moved beside him and he let out a weak cry of protest as something sharp pricked his skin. A needle.

Louis felt his head become heavy and he let it roll to the side and looked at the person beside him. A woman, by the way she smelled. It was still hard to see and with his vision becoming more blurry by the second, he didn't try and focus anymore. "Go to sleep, Louis. The pain will subside." The voice was unnervingly calm, it made him shudder with discomfort. But his eyes started to grow heavy and the sounds around him grew slow and mixed together. He fought to keep his eyes open, but soon the blackness took him and he fell into a deep sleep.

Louis's eyes suddenly shot open and he quickly sat up, not hearing the surprised gasp from the nurse in the room. He was shaking from terror, trying to not have a panic attack. But it was hard, he was out of the cryo pod, was he back under testing? The Omega's eyes quickly locked onto a nurse who was standing a little away's from the bed. She looked like she was giving him space but his terror filled brain was telling him the opposite.

A scream of surprise was heard from his room as he slammed his shoulder into the door, slamming it open. He stumbled forward, falling into the wall. His eyes darted around the few hospital staff that roamed the halls. They were now frozen in shock and he narrowed his eyes at the military uniforms that some of them had on. His breathing became labored as he now realized he didn't have his gas mask, but when one of the staff moved forward, he growled loudly and stepped back. "Woah, calm down. No one here is going to- Wait!!"

Louis didn't give him a chance to continue as he turned and began running the opposite way. The alarms started going off as he ran down the hall, roughly pushing people out of the way. He dodged those who were trying to catch him. All the while he felt like his lungs were on fire, he felt and tasted blood on his lips, knowing his body was healing and decaying at a rapid rate. But he didn't care. If he was here, then they were going to do experiments on him again. He couldn't go through that again. Never again.

"There he is!" Louis panted hard as he skidded around the corner, slamming into the wall before running again. He could feel his body shifting into his shadow form, quickly shadow stepping further away from everyone. But his body couldn't keep up with him, not with him still recovering. So, his own body forced him back in his solid state and he let out a surprised yelp as he stumbled and fell to the ground. He rolled to a stop, his back hitting the wall and he struggled to get up, feeling his arms shaking as he slowly crawled to a corner.

"There you are." A masculine voice came from behind Louis and with the last of his energy, he quickly turned around, moving into a crouched position and growled loudly, snarling at the man in front of him. Or should he say men. There were now four men in front of him, although, the one who spoke looked and sounded familiar. *A mohawk?* Louis thought, growling again as the mohawk man stepped closer.

"Stay back!" Louis yelled but suddenly began coughing hard. He wanted to keep his eyes on the man but couldn't, covering his mouth as blood seeped through his fingers. "Shit..." A baritone voice caught his attention but he couldn't really look as he was literally coughing up a piece of his lung.

Louis noticed it went quiet, the alarms weren't blaring and no one was speaking.

"Y-you're...not taking me back." His breathing was labored as he finished coughing, flicking the chunk of lung off of his hand. He felt his lungs regenerating and he watched the men, faintly picking up their scents. But it was mostly drowned out by the strong scent of his blood.

"We're not taking you back, wee yin. Promise. We're just here to help" The one with the mohawk spoke again and Louis now recognized the man. He was the one who carried him out. And...Louis quickly looked over and locked eyes with the large one in the ghost mask.

"Names." Louis didn't relax but he at least remembered the two men who were there. The other two, a very pretty man with chocolate brown eyes and a equally handsome man with beautiful blue eyes and a mustache, he did not recognize.

"Soap. The one with the skull mask is Ghost. Kyle is the pretty one. And the one with the mustache is Price." Soap quickly listed their names and Louis locked eyes with all of them before looking back at Soap.

"What now?" He breathed out as he could feel his body slowly shutting down, wanting to sleep again. But he fought the feeling.

"We get you back in bed so you can rest." Price spoke but kept his distance and Louis looked at him with suspicion.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Louis kept eye contact with him, making sure he wasn't lying and when he felt satisfied, he went to stand but his legs gave out under him and he saw the ground getting closer. He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain, but it never came. Instead, he landed against a warm chest and into strong arms. His face landed against Soap's shoulder and Louis couldn't help but to breath in his scent. The almondy scent of a beta invaded his nose, making him calm down, becoming like putty in Soap's arms. But then his natural scent came through, he smelled like watered down aftershave and coffee. Warm...so warm.

Louis let out a deep sigh as he was picked up bridal style, held close to that warm chest. "You're safe now, bonny. Rest." Louis let his his body relax and he felt himself grow heavy before once again slipping off into a deep sleep.

This was one long chapter. Phew!! I hope you guys enjoyed that! If you have any questions feel free to ask away!

[crystaljade22]

Here is the post!! It tried to make it gender neutral!! Let me know if I missed anything!!

T.W: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF TORTURE, SLIGHTLY OC GHOST, DEATH

Y/N: Your name

C/S: Callsign

We don't die, just ends with us passing out.

I slowly open my eyes, allowing my vision to adjust to the light. I blink a couple of times, trying to clear the fuzz in both my eyes and my head. I looked around and found that I was in an empty warehouse, one fluorescent light above me. I move my wrists around, finding them tied together. The wooden chair creaked as I wiggled my legs, finding them bound to the chair legs. I tried to loosen the ropes around my wrists when I heard some talking and footsteps. I quickly shut my eyes again, trying to act asleep. The voices got closer, and I was able to hear some bits and pieces of conversation. Something about a missile. No way. Are they talking about Hassan and the missiles?! Ok, cool it, I told myself. I stayed as still as possible, making my breathing even trying to listen to the conversation. It was silent. Suddenly, I was doused with ice-cold water. I shot up, trying to breathe in the air it felt like I had lost. I sputtered, trying to get the water out of my mouth and eyes.

"Rise and shine soldier!" A voice called. I looked up at the voice. There he was. Hassan. I glanced over his shoulder and saw Graves standing behind him.

"Welcome back to the land of the living. You, here, are our prisoner. You are going to tell us everything we want to know, and you go free! Easy, right? Now, tell us the location of Task Force 141." Hassan spoke, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. I stayed silent. He narrowed his eyes, pushing my face to the side roughly.

"C'mon Y/N, just give up their location." Graves chimed, stepping closer.

"Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell a traitor. So go jump off a building." I spat on the ground at his feet. He recoiled, glaring at me with disgust. Suddenly, my head whipped to the side, searing pain covering my left cheek. I looked up into Graves's eyes, his hand still in the air after slapping me.

"Did you just slap me? Who knew, Graves, the man that had everyone do the dirty work for him, could slap a person?!" Another slap. I gaped at him. I let out a singular laugh. Hassan moved behind me, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. I groan in pain as I feel my hair tugged. I glare at Hassan as he holds tight to my hair. He pulls a knife off of his belt, placing it on my neck. The cool metal cuts a thin line into my neck, small beads of blood forming on the scratch.

"So what, you kill me? I won't tell you anything and you'll kill me." I say, ignoring the stinging pain as Hassan presses the knife into my neck. He smiles and removes the knife, stepping back and letting my hair go.

"No. I can't kill you yet. It's not that easy, Y/N, and you know it. I know about your time with the Ghosts. How you "won't" break." He steps in front of me, leaning down to eye level, "You're too valuable to 141 for us to just kill. We need you alive if we want any semblance of a plan. You are our biggest bargaining chip." He grabs my chin with his hand. He keeps his eyes locked with mine as he speaks, the words flowing off of his tongue like lava. I rip my face away from his hand, struggling at the binds that tie my wrists together. Hassan only laughs as he stands.

"I'll leave her to you, Graves. Do whatever you want and get whatever information you can, but keep them alive. If we can't go to the task force, then they will come to us." Hassan pats Grave's shoulder as he passes, motioning for two guards to follow him. As he exits the room, I can hear the door lock behind him. Indicating that not only someone was on the outside, but they had some sort of system to make sure I couldn't just make up a knock and get out. I was trapped, but I couldn't let Graves know I knew, then I would be in bigger trouble. He turns back to me, a smile plastered on his lips.

"You know, I've always liked you, Y/N. There was something about you. That fire in your eyes, the determination. I knew that you were more than ex-military. So, when I told Hassan about you, he did some digging. Found out that not only were you ex-military, you were ex-Ghost. Not only is that an incredible feat, but you survived 9 months in a pit in the middle of the jungle. Poisoned day after day, hurt and tortured. Yet you never broke. You never became the killer they wanted you to become. Instead, you grew stronger. You overcame this with the help of 141. Now, they aren't here to help you. You could be stuck here with me for another 9 months, and you can't change anything about it." I glare at him, yanking against my bindings, hearing the chair creak beneath me. Graves smiles and laughs. He pulls his side arm out of the holster. He quickly aims and fires, the bullet finding home in my thigh. I scream out in pain, quickly clenching my jaw as I try not to release more noise. I looked at Graves, anger very visible on my face. He only smiled as he re-holstered his gun. He quickly moved forward, pulling his knife out of his sheath.

"See, now this is where the fun begins. If I can't break you, and I can't get you to answer my questions, then at least I can exact my revenge on 141 and the bastards in Las Almas through you. You here are my conduit. And I intend to make sure I get every single ounce of pain that was caused to me, caused to you. So, I hope you're in for a long night, Y/N, because I don't go easy."

Four hours later

My body is screaming in pain. My head spins with blood loss. I can barely keep my eyes open as Graves paces around me. I can hear his voice, but it's so far away. I can barely make out the floor from my feet. My nose drips with blood, and several cuts sting and drip onto the floor. I'm pretty sure he broke my nose, ribs, and maybe a cheekbone. I wheeze as blood drips from my lips. I know he's for sure punctured a lung, but I can't do anything but breathe slowly, trying to keep the fragment of my rib in place so I don't fill my lungs with blood. My uniform has since been stripped off of me, leaving me in my undergarments. I can already see black and blue bruises coating my torso. I can see one rib poking at my skin, sitting at an odd angle. I let my head hang, desperate to try and not move. I fear that I will only die faster if I move at all. I can't even tip my head back to relax for fear of choking on my blood. I see Graves stop in front of me, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look at him, pulling a pained whine from my already raw throat.

"Aw, already giving up? Too bad, you still have a long time to go. It's too bad. Your team isn't here to save you, just like last time. Ring any bells, C/S?" He says my call sign, looking for any reaction from me. He lets my head drop, signaling to his men to leave. They walk towards the door, knocking in a specific pattern I can't quite follow, the hollow thuds reverberating around my skull.

"Don't worry, Y/N, we'll be back sooner than your team will!" Graves calls, followed by the sound of laughter. I can barely make out his words before my world starts fading to black and I pass out.

3 days later

My body lays against the cold concrete of the floor. Graves and Hassan had left the base 2 days ago, leaving me with their lackeys instead. They seem to have more fun in getting me to scream than trying to get information out of me. They've only given me enough food and water to keep me alive, beating me senseless the minute after I finish eating. My ribs have since been lodged deeper into my lungs. I've been lucky not to die from blood loss or from drowning in it. My body lies in a pool of my blood, some old, some new. It's hard to tell at this point. I've lost so much blood, I can barely remember anything, all of it being a fuzzy blur. I slowly open my eyes, looking at the same door that's taunted me for the past 3 days. I refuse to move, not even bothering to try. The last few attempts landed me in worse pain. I smile to myself as all I can think about is my team. How do I know they're safe somewhere? They're probably trying to find me, but all my gear that had a tracker placed in it was removed and disposed of. I've lost hope that I'll be saved, but I know that somewhere my team is looking for me. As I lay on the floor, I became aware of some noises going on around the base. It seems alarms of some sort are going off. I can't tell. My hearing distorted most of the sound I hear. It sounds like someone's yelling and gunshots. Suddenly, the door to my room bursts open. I recognize one of the soldiers that tortured me. I slowly start to push myself up before he runs over and grabs me by my hair, yanking me into a sitting position. I cry out in pain, my ribs poking at my skin painfully. I feel the cold barrel of a gun against my head as I watch someone round the corner into the room. I blink, trying to clear my vision as I look at the person standing in the doorway. My vision slowly focuses, and I recognize the white skull of the Ghost's mask. My entire body sags with relief, which is short-lived as the soldier holding my hair only presses the gun against my temple harder.

"Take another step, and they die!" The soldier yells, his voice wavering. He's scared, we both know. But that doesn't stop the threat. I can hear Ghost talking in a low voice, probably to Price over his coms. He takes another slow step forward, almost challenging the soldier.

"You wouldn't dare. Don't even think about it." Ghost's voice is low and threatening. I can feel the barrel of the gun leaving my head for a second. A shot rings in the air as the bullet flies through my leg. At the same time, Ghost shoots the soldier between the eyes. My body screams in pain, but my voice only comes out in a small scream. I collapse to the floor, Ghost showing up beside me, not even a second later.

"Y/N! Hey Y/N! Stay awake for me! Look, I know it hurts, but you gotta stay awake!" He radios Price, informing us of our status. "Price, I've found C/S. We need a medevac as soon as possible. They’re in critical condition." I can barely hear a response. My vision starts blurring as my ears start ringing.

"Hey, no! Don't you dare pass out on me! Not here!" Ghost's voice is panicked and slightly shaky. He scoops me up into his arms, freezing only when I let out some cries of pain.

"I know, darling. I know it hurts, but you need to stay awake, at least until medical shows up. Can you do that? Can you stay awake for me?" He asks, bursting through the door and out into the hall. He starts running, speaking soft, reassuring words as we continue down the halls. Soon, we burst through a door that leads outside. I bury my face in Ghost's chest, letting out a strained whine at being exposed to the light so suddenly.

"Hurts. It hurts." That is all I can manage, my throat aching in response.

"I know, darling. We're almost there, I can see the chopper waiting for you. Just a little longer, ok?" He keeps running. We get closer to the chopper, and I feel myself needing to cough. I decided not to spatter my blood on Ghost as he kept going toward the medics. He places me on the stretcher. I finally decided to tilt my head to the side and let loose the coughs. Blood sprays from between my lips, coating some of the stretchers in dark red blood. Ghost's eyes widen and fill with worry at the sight. I turn my head back to look straight up. My vision finally fades, Ghost's voice ringing in my ears as I finally pass out, the doctors loading me up onto the chopper quickly.