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Mafia!141...

Ghost sat in the back corner of the diner. It gave him the best overlook of the room he needed to scout the place out. The diner wasn’t anything fancy. Small mom and pops shop that still held on the ‘50s service style and appearance. But that wasn’t the real reason why Ghost is here.

The diner was on the edge of the city, a previously agreed upon location that the authorities don’t look at often when shady deals need to be made. The perfect place for a meeting.

The meeting wasn’t for a few more days, but Ghost had orders. And Ghost always follows orders.

It was moderately busy for lunch time on a random Tuesday, half the booths filled with couples or groups being served and workers buzzing about, a well-run machine. There wasn’t really anything for Ghost to note.

Except you.

A younger waitress, post-college age, fidgeting with the uniform’s apron when you’re not taking orders or delivering food. Mingling with the customers in your section, cracking smiles and laughs. Possibly to get a better tip. You moved like a current.

If Ghost wasn’t playing close attention, he would’ve mistaken you as a manager or even hostess. But from the way the cooks and other waiters had silently corrected you when you made a misstep occasionally, he could tell you were still learning. Pretty thing.

“How are you doing over here, sugar?” You came to check on him again, so diligent and attentive. So eager to speak to the boogeyman.

It’s been a while since someone approached Ghost with as much enthusiasm as you do. Maybe since Johnny. If you were scared, you hid it from him so well.  Ghost was dressed down, trying to blend in as much as his large frame would allow, with only a black face mask on and hoodie up, his cropped blond hair hidden under. “Could I get another refill, doll?”

A color grew on your cheeks, but you still gave a good effort to hide it from him, “Sure thing,” You picked up his beverage and headed back towards the kitchen. Ghost was unable to avoid watching you.

How you moved. How you smiled. How you laughed.

It made him want to know how you smell. How you taste. A hunger began to simmer in Ghost’s chest.

Ghost scolded himself for thinking about a waitress in a random diner. He should be paying attention to everything but you. He scanned the diner once more, taking note of how many exits were there, how many people were working at one time, how many parents and their kids ate here. Ghost was already visualizing the meeting and how it would go, even a backup plan if things went south.

Ghost’s fingers tapped on the table, the gears turning like a well-oiled machine. Like he’s done this a thousand times before. Because he has done this a thousand times before.

“Here you go!”

Ghost’s fingers stuttered...

More to come~

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>dinner's ready!

Price was grumpy. There was a tightness in his shoulders he couldn’t release and it had been driving him mad. He was at work, taking his 7th lap of the forest today, trying to run off his extra energy. But no matter how hard he tries, there’s been a smell in his nose. As he makes his way back to the ranger’s station, a grumble emits from him unknowingly.

Ever since his last visit to the store, there’s been this itch under his nails and a tension in his neck that just wouldn’t go away. Nothing he does gets his mind off you. Off your smell. “Dammit.” Price grumbles under his breath and leans back in his chair, wiping his eyes, as if he can make everything go away.

There’s footsteps outside the ranger station that catches his ear and a quick glance at the clock makes him sigh in relief. Marcus walks in, throwing a polite smile John’s way as he heads towards the back, getting ready for his own shift.

John couldn’t be more grateful to be able to get out of here. He quickly starts shutting down his things and begins packing. “Long day?” Marcus asks as he comes from the back of the station.

He grunted in response, “It was fine.” He quickly dismisses.

He hears a pause come from Marcus for a moment. Damned humans and their stupid social rules.

The former military captain tries again, remembering he only got the job because of Marcus’ good nature. He clears his throat again, “I think I may be coming down with something.” He says instead.

“Yea,” Marcus starts, “It usually takes a while to get used to the mountain air.” John falsely agrees, simply wanting to get out from under scrutiny and judgement. “Maybe you should take the weekend off.” He suggests.

That gives Price pause for a moment. He doesn’t want to misuse any good graces with Marcus, but with the coming winter, he would not look a gifted horse in the mouth. “I can still come in on Sunday,” He offered.

Marcus thought it over for a moment, “Yea, that sounds pretty good.”

Price smiled politely, a renewed vigor gave him enough momentum to grab his stuff and head out.

…

Price lumbered around the forest aimlessly. The sky was a light grey, but despite that, the trees gave an enchanting look and feel. He was in his bear form, finally able to stretch his legs and enjoy the mountains in which he resided in. He hasn’t had the chance ever since he’s moved to the area and the serenity he feels makes him feel truly at home.

No orders to give. No gunfire raining over him. No crushing weight on his shoulders. He can meander as slow as he wants. Scratch his back for as long as he wants. Even pick the berries without a care in the world.

There were a few hikers out in the late afternoon. Probably coming from work. Families with their dogs mostly. Everyone gave him a wide berth, some taking pictures, but most too scared to move until he’s ambled his way further. He’s not out to scare anybody so he leaves them alone.

Until that smell.

The bear sniffed the air again. Certain of the familiar scent. A pleased rumble began in his chest, heading a direction further into the woods and closer to the river.

Price didn’t even realize that he had changed directions. Simply moving as his bear asked without question. It wasn’t until he got closer that he came to and realized something was off.

Your smell got stronger. The hints of a floral and rich scent beckoning him. And Price followed.

John was able to take in your scent fully with his nose this time and it was even better than the last. Honey. You smelled like fresh honey mixed with a salty air and a floral scent. Bodywash, maybe. He was so distracted, he missed another scent in the air.

He traveled for about half a mile, paying no mind to the other hikers that had spotted him. The rushing of the river began a craving for fish. Price thought he saw salmon on one of his routes. As the clearing came up, there you were.

Sitting at the edge of the river, squatting to look under the water was you. You were out hiking it seemed, your backpack too light for anything else. John watched you in silence. It seemed the tranquility of the forest extended even to you. Almost adding to its beauty.

You threw you head back and gave a hearty laugh. What a wonderful sound it was. The trance Price basked in was interrupted by a stranger.

A man, walking closer to you from behind. He was about the same height as John, but not nearly as muscled or big. Not nearly as strong as Price. He was on the younger side, but still a threat nonetheless. The bear readied his stance, ready to intervene at a moments notice, when you turned your head and spoke to the man. You knew each other. And by the way the man put his hand on your back and sat next to you, it seemed you knew each other better than just friends.

Price had to focus on staying hidden in the trees. Watching. Observing. Calculating his next move.

He could shift back and approach the “couple,” giving some bullshit excuse for interrupting them. Maybe you’ll pick me over him. The thought pleased him, but no. That wouldn’t be enough. You were too smart to believe anything he’d come up with.

His mind ran a mile a minute, trying to figure out what to do. He could leave. Neither of you had spotted him, his fur helping him blend into the foliage, keeping him concealed. And as the two of you sat on the edge of the river, looking over the horizon, none the wiser, the stranger said something that caught your attention. Price got down lower, his years of stealth being an innate skill drilled in his bones.

Your voices were too soft for him to hear. But as the man touched the soft skin on your cheek and leaned in carefully, the bear roared, an anger carrying Price forward into the clearing and disturbing you both.

“Oh shit!” The man was on his feet in an instant, spotting the bear immediately. The look of confusion on your face was adorable. But the pure fear that replaced it tightened something in his chest. The big, bad bear had made himself known and there was no going back. So Price led into it with full force.

He raised onto his hind legs to his full height, his eyes never leaving the man that dare touch what’s his. The frustrations from the last few days came forth. The itch for violence that was always under his skin reaching a tipping point that he released in a bellow.

The call of the wild.

It didn’t take the man long to get to his feet and start running the other direction. He hadn’t even looked back to see if you would follow. A coward. He sneered.

Staying still under the scrutiny of a beast like him, you were too stunned to move. The pure fear in your eye was enough to tell Price everything he needed to know. You were smart not to run in front of a wild creature.

As the coward continued to run, further than necessary, Price might add, and once the threat was deemed safe enough, the bear dropped back on all fours. He let out a chuff of annoyance as his attention turned back to you as a sniffle caught his attention.

Price wasn’t close, but he could still see the tears growing along your tear line, threatening to fall. John almost felt bad about scaring you the way he did, but he knew there was no point fighting instinct.

So instead, he laid down on all fours, his arms and leg splayed out under him and put his chin on the ground. He hoped you knew what he was trying to do, look as non-threatening as possible. That was his mission.

You stood up on shaky legs, unsure of what to do with this strange bear’s behavior. You’ve of course have had tips you’ve picked up over the years on what to do when you encounter wild animals in these mountains, but the blood coursing through your veins wipes away any memory of them.

But…there’s something different about this bear. You can’t put your finger on it, but you trust your intuition and you get a burst of courage.

Price has to focus on staying still, but he can’t deny the burst of excitement in his stomach as you take careful steps closer. His eyes never leave you, watching your confidence grow with every step as you come closer to him.

Mission successful.  

Something speaks to you. You’re unable to tell what has come over you. Walking up to a wild bear after being abandoned by Tim. There’s a flame of anger that begins to start, leaving you like that, but you tamp it down in favor to focus on the wild bear in front of you.

The bear chuffs again, it doesn’t sound threatening, but you stop anyway. What you are you thinking!? There’s still a possibility of being mauled by a bear out in the middle of the mountains because you walked up to it? The thought doesn’t get any less crazy.

You’re about to turn back around when you examine the bear again. He hasn’t moved. Staying still as you approached him. It’s like he knows. You can see it in his eyes, something human about them. You finish crossing the distance to the bear, close enough to touch.

Price makes sure to not make any sudden movements, but he does lift his head up closer to you, seeing if he can get lucky twice. At his insistence, you finally reach your hand out to him, close enough to gently pet his head.

Price was in heaven.

Your hands are soft against his skin. Softer than his fur even. Gentle. John knew you’d have a gentle hand. A pleased rumble starting in his chest. Something he hasn’t done in years and it feels good. It feels great.

“You’re not so scary, huh?” You giggle lightly, your nerves settled after the adrenaline wore off.

Never for you.

You get a burst of courage and reach a little further, reaching behind the bear’s ears. Price melted.

He wanted more. He needed more.

He tilted his head to the side to allow you more access behind his ears. He can’t think of the last time someone showed him so pleasantly. The bear leaned over completely, laying on his side and showing you his belly as you make sure to show the other ear as much attention as the first. So thorough. Such a good girl. The pleased rumbles grow louder.

A flick of the bear’s ear causes him pause and suddenly sits up. You are able to move out of the way and step back, remembering you don’t have any protection on you incase this bear changes it’s mind. But he had other concerns.

The sound of a truck rumbling through the trees on the ranger’s path he took many times that day. How could John forget the protocol for spotting large animals? He’s never been so reckless before.

A new tension replaced your fear, concern as the truck came in sight. “Go,” you told the bear, “they might hurt you. Shoo, shoo.”

No one has never shooed away John Price before. He knew the protocol for a sighting and Marcus wouldn’t shoot him unless it was a last resort, but who was he to deny an order from his pretty little bird? He raised up, shaking his fur a bit of any debris and sticks he accumulated. He checked on you one more time. Your hands were still shaking, maybe from adrenaline, maybe from fear, but you looked more stable. Better. “Go,” you insisted again.

He chuffed again, but followed your orders. As Price worked to blend back into the words, he knew one thing for certain.

He will never let you go.

-been thinking if it would be easier to set up all my works in one place if it'd be helpful?

(edit: I did it -> list)

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Bear!Price

There was always you. Working behind the counter, serving customers with the ease of a tender hand. John always ended up watching you. Watching you move behind the counter, checking out customers, smiling without a care in the world. Being the light in his darkness.

               “Next!” John listened to you command a room with a softness he was never able to in his years as Captain. A melody with a purpose. A natural, bone-deep attraction. “Sir?”

               Time unpauses. You look at him with that soft concern in your eyes. Ah, yes. He clears his throat, attempting to find words, “Sorry.” It comes out with a short gruff grunt and he begins to place his items on the counter for you to begin to ring up.

               You begin scanning and you take in the new stranger in town. There never are many new faces around town since you moved out of the big city and to a smaller, mountain town. The same regulars come through on a schedule and there’s the occasional traveler passing by through town. But this older gentleman-He was neither a consistency or a wanderer. This was the fourth time you’ve seen him at the local convenient store you work at and he doesn’t seem to talk much, but Marcus, the local forest ranger, spoke about a new hire coming to town and here he’s drifted. Right in front of you.

               A large, burly man with a coat of warmth and softness that rounds out the harder edges of a his build. His hands are large and calloused as they gently place items on the counter. You move into the familiar rhythm of your work, stealing glances with a polite customer smile. And if you smiled a little more than usual at him, then it was a guilty pleasure of yours.

               The man doesn’t seem like much of a talker, but you chatter along, trying to fulfill the requirement of being in customer service and maybe grasp information about the mystery man in front of you. Luckily, the perfect opportunity presents itself when you see the forest ranger emblem on his outside jacket, almost hidden if one doesn’t look hard enough. “You’re the new forest ranger up the hill, right?”

               He lifts his eyes up to you, taking in your features with a quiet surprise of being spoken to. You had to call him twice earlier, he seems lost in thought. But still, you continue on, determined to at least get the stranger’s name. “Yes,” his voice is rough and unused. He clears it, speaking with more conviction this time, “Yes I am.” Was all he said.

               As you read him out his total, you searched for something-anything to talk about before the end of the transaction. Not ready to let the man walk out as a stranger.

               As he searches for his wallet and hands you his debit card. Your chatter continues, light and idle. Like normal strangers would interact. “I’ve always loved the forest, ya know. My dad would take me camping in the fall.” You don’t know why you share this piece of information, this piece of the puzzle with him, expecting nothing in return, but open and sharing anyway.

               The man’s lip tics up on one direction, a smirk of a genuine softness. “The forest has always been a second home to me, too.” He shares.

               You lift his grocery bags for him to take and in that moment, time pauses again. “Price.” He offers, “The name’s John Price.” The customer service smile grows into something more real as you give him your name in return.

               John gets lost in that warm smile, directed at him. A teasing taste of your attention on him that is sweet as honey. Sweet and warm. As he grabs the bags from you, your hands brushing briefly, he feels a spark across his skin that wakes him up. Wakes him up. Shuffling under the surface, a bear rising from slumber.

               John finally steps back, the stirring a reminder of the task at hand. It’s November and the temperature is dropping. He must prepare.

               “It’s nice to meet you,” He smiles, needing to get back on his way to work.

               “See you around,” you say it like you would to any customer, being friendly and approachable. But John wishes for a moment he heard the question in your voice. A promise? And who is he to deny a simple promise?

               “See you around.”

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Writing Collections ~

Bear!Price

>pt 2 >pt 3 (nsfw) >pt 4

Ghost A/B/O

>pt 2 >pt 3 >pt 4 >pt 5 >pt 6 >pt 7

Mafia!141

>pt 2 >pt 3 >pt 4

Gaz/Soap Weed ramblings

Scrubs (2002) Media Analysis Web

any other ramblings can be found under #vnardshoard !

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GhostABO pt2

The man steps forward, signaling to his partner to lower his weapon, deeming me not a threat even with the blood on my hands. There is silence between the three of us, breathing and subtle movements the only sounds between us. His examination puts me in a spotlight I know isn’t glamorous.

               Kidnapped. I was kidnapped six months ago. Omegas tend to be wanted. Desired, even. A thing to obtain. I was a victim of that fantasy and the price has been paid in the blood of those around my feet. I didn’t have clothes. I didn’t have dignity. I didn’t have respect. I spent my days in a cold, bare room. Devoid of comfort, joy, or safety. A prison. They fed me when they felt like it. Used me as they felt like it. At first there was an act. A promise of comfort for obedience and discipline, but that’s the first step in giving up.

               The man in the mask takes a few steps closer to me, moving slowly as to not a spook an wounded animal before he speaks again, “You do that?” He simply asks, finally acknowledging the bodies on the floor. I nod. Not ready to drop my defenses against these two alphas with guns and the physical advantage over me, I refuse to go from one prison to the next without staring down death himself. I drop the knife in my hand, the clattering a disturbance in the stillness of the room, disarming myself willingly to survive this unscathed. The skulled alpha examines me again, sizing me up. He turns towards his partner, “Go tell Price there’s an omega in the perimeter, she’s coming with us.”

               Both men move into action, completing their orders with years of ease. The other man exits the room, already talking into his comm device as his voice trails behind him. It leaves only me and the alpha in the room. He straps his gun away on his vest and steps closer, “You can call me Ghost. We’re not here to hurt you.”

               Ghost. The familiar has a name.

I exhale, a few defenses coming down at the wariness of my bones. The tiredness melting into me. I’ve been fighting for more than just a day. I’ve been fighting for six months. It must be the tiredness that convinces me to trust this stranger. Trust this alpha with my safety. The promise of safety too close to ignore. “Please…” I don’t know what it is I’m asking for, but I reach for Ghost.

And he reaches back.

He catches me as I fall into him, he hardly stumbles at the new weight, the warmth of his body chasing away the cold. “I got you.” I hear him mutter, almost unconsciously. I fall for the stupid promise and believe it.

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Stalker Ghost

He checks his watch mostly out of habit at this point, checking to see if you're still on schedule. Of course you are. You are always on time. He follows behind you as you exit your workplace for lunch.

You had a lunch date with Jade today at the local diner. Cute place. Not a lot of people, but still decent enough food. Simon sat in the corner of the restaurant as you waited outside for Jade so you both could get a table.

Simon took his spot before getting his black coffee, keeping you in his periphery. Keeping you safe.

Simon's not sure how long it's been since he found you. He got home after being honorably discharged with nothing more than a thumbs up and pat on the back.

Simon figured he'd be dead before he ever saw the day he was a veteran.

He sat in his apartment. Silence. Like a crypt. Days running into one another as he was left restless throughout the nights.

Now, the previous war machine was forever on the civilian side, restless in his existence.

Then he met you.

A new, younger neighbor a few doors down from him. He saw you by accident really, picking up his mail the same time as you, but you had a problem; you couldn't reach a package on the top shelf. Poor you.

Simon moved without thinking, reaching out for you before he handed it down. You looked up at him with those eyes of yours and he was smitten.

"Thanks" you smile politely, going about your day after the help of the nice stranger, unaware.

Little did you know, you adopted a guard dog.

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okay character Headcanonns to practice character development! here we go!!

Johnny- obvi a brat. 100% the guard dog to the guard dog and will not hesistate to lose his shit. Sunshine personality with a touch of unhinged.

I wish i knew more about Gaz, but I dont so I have to start from scratch with him, so any and all suggestions help!A charmer, the butter before the meal, swave. emotionally in-tune. just has deadly and possessive. silently lethal. different type of "leash"

Ghost- head guard dog on a leash. most emotionally spiky, prickly. lots of violence and anger, mostly accidental tho. abrasive but deeply loving and caring. is always watching, (whether you know it or not) not always as a bad thing.

John Price snaps something in my brain bc who's mans is that?? he's my mans 🤤

🗣 WHOO LET HIM OUT THA HOUSE LIKE THAT

Anyway, that tis all

ta ta ✨️🧚🏾‍♀️

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GhostABO pt6

“Where the hell is my Lieutenant?” The train of rage that is John Price busts through the door into the medical bay earlier than the sun itself.

Jacob steps behind the rage of John Price, a solider following orders. “Lieutenant Riley broke into her room.”

Price kept enough of himself together to not show his surprise. That doesn't sound like Simon. “That Alpha can't be trusted, Sir. He’s an animal-“

The rumble that comes from Price is bone chilling. Jacob has no time to stop himself from crashing into the Captain from behind. “Where is my Lieutenant, Sergeant.”

Jacob found an icy hot rage in John’s eyes as he towered over him. The beta said nothing, but began to lead the way.

Ghost isn't sure how long he's been awake. Long enough to realize two things. He's chained to the hospital bed by a pair of handcuffs, for one. And two, he doesn't have his mask on. The heart monitor he’s connected to beeps wildly as the steps begin to get closer than they have in hours. He tests his restraints once again to no avail. Helpless.

Fuck this

A vicious growl escapes him, his throat nearly feeling shredded by the intensity. The beast within him comes forth, cornered.

“Down, boy.” A responding bark as his captain steps through the door, quickly closing it behind him,  no one else following. Just his captain, “Can you tell me-“ He stops.

Price finally finds his 2nd in command and they muzzled him. How dare they

“Where’s your mask?” he asks instead. Simon's mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out except a choking sob. John’s heart breaks.

“I didn't mean to scare her. I was trying to help, John.” Tears began welling up along his lash line, another layer of humiliation tearing through him. Simon tries to catch his breath. Sobs ripping through him like a cannon. John buries Simon in his chest, allowing him a place to hide again. A rush of emotions come forward. So fast and intensely, it knocks the air from his chest.

“Shh….It’s alright. I'm not mad, Simon. ” another line of tension in his shoulders releases and he feels like he can breathe again. “You gotta tell me everything so I can help you.” Price continued to catalog Ghost’s appearance. A large bruise was beginning to form next to his left eye. “They said they found you in her room?” Price patiently waited for Ghost to lean back and catch his breath before he answered.

He shook his head with conviction, “I would never hurt her, Price. She was having a bad dream and I panicked, didn't think. She was so scared, John. I was just trying to do something” There’s a certain desperation in Simon’s eye that Price sees. It confirms his suspicions.

John lets Simon hide for a little bit longer. “I know, Simon.”

^me and my delusions about these military men <3<3

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GhostABO pt4

Time passes and Ghost still stands perched outside her room. A guard on a silent mission. The shadow that loiters, scaring those that dare to wander too close. No one bothers him. They leave him alone. Eventually, a brave soul will place a chair next to him, the quiet invitation to stay since he doesn’t seem to be going anyway any time soon. The evening turns into night and the lights dim for the patients and the staff. The medical bay lulling itself to sleep.

Something wakes up Ghost before he even realizes he’s standing up from his seat, moving without a second thought. He found himself standing in front of the door, waiting. For what, he’s not sure, but his blood is pumping and he’s on high alert, ready. It only takes a minute, before his senses come back to him.

Whimpering. He hears painful whimpers and he can’t stop himself from opening the door to check on the omega. The room is dark and quiet, nothing out of place. Nothing amiss. Then the stench of fear nearly makes him gag.  

He steps in and closes the door quickly, striding his way over to the bed where the omega lay tense and crying. Whimpering.

Simon moves without thinking, reaching his hands to gently cup her cheeks, to comfort her in her time of need. But when her eyes open to his, there isn’t recognition there, just pure and feral terror. The scream she lets out makes his blood run cold.

Fuck.

Her fist swings towards his eye and even with Simon’s amazing reaction time in the heat of battle, he’s still not able to dodge her wild hit. It causes him to fall back and away from the bed. It’s not the pain of getting punched by his omega that had fear climbing up Simon’s throat, it’s the panic of unknowingly hurting her after all the hellish nightmare she came from. Bloody idiot.

“It’s okay, baby girl. It’s just me,“ Simon shows his palms out, nearly on his knees to beg for her forgiveness.

“Don’t touch me!” A pillow comes flinging towards his head. He ducks just in time.

“I didn’t-“

The door is slammed open, two staff members checking on their patients and discover the scene unfolding in front of them. An alpha cornering a scared and vulnerable omega, hysterical. Simon has no time to explain.

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GhostABO pt5

(Clap and a half for me remembering I left on a cliffhanger lol)

The door is slammed open, two staff members checking on their patients and discover the scene unfolding in front of them. An alpha cornering a scared and vulnerable omega, hysterical. Simon has no time to explain.

“Security!!” The first nurse rushes him and Simon moves like a ghost, sidestepping the beta and countering by pinning them against the wall, pressing the nurse’s face down and away like muscle memory. In his periphery, Simon can see the other nurse trying to calm Vic down, her screaming breaking the silence and stirring commotion beyond the door. Fuck.

Ghost’s hackles rose as a growl roared from his throat as the second nurse stepped towards his omega. He couldn’t help himself if he wanted to. Ghost pulled the first nurse back from the wall and slammed their head against it, ensuring to knock them unconscious and out of the way. The alpha stepped over the body and stalked towards the second nurse who dare get this close to what is his. A Reaper called to his duty.

“Get back!” He barks.

The nurse pauses, but does not back down from the threatening alpha. “Lieutenant, this is highly inappropriate and you need to get yourself together!”

He knows. He knows what he’s making this whole situation look like. Like the dark and scary alpha with a skull face is threatening a terrified omega and turning increasingly aggressive. But he just can’t help himself. He needs to keep her safe. “Get out!” The nurse doesn’t immediately leave, which makes Ghost’s nails itch in irritation; the beast stirring. Eventually the nurse steps back and Simon can finally breath again.

“We have a situation in room 149-“ the voice trails off.

Simon looks towards the omega, wanting to make anything better. Vic still hasn’t moved, still paralyzed in fear, but there’s a focus in her vision, staring right at him. “It’s just me-“ He doesn’t test his limits and steps closer to her, instead he goes down to his knees and opens his palms to her, trying to make his large and threatening frame anything but. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Ghost took heavy breaths, trying to breathe through his mouth “You were having a bad dream. I just wanted to-“

The wind is knocked out of him as two larger alphas tackled Ghost to the ground, his face being smushed on the cold, dirty tile. He immediately begins to fight back, enraged at being touched and held down suddenly. He falls further into his alpha, unable to shake off the element of surprise. “It’s not-“

A pin prick. Two.

It isn’t long before the edges of Simon’s vision begin to swim with black and a sudden and heavy drowsiness begin to take him under. “No!” He screamed. He uses the last of his draining energy to turn towards Vic, overpowering the alphas on top of him just to reach for her. And she reaches back.

A foot connects to Simon’s face and everything goes black.

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A GhostABO drabble

enjoy~

Blood. There was blood. Blood and rage. That’s all I remembered. When I finally came to my senses; I could feel the blood pumping through my veins and in my ears, so loud I can’t hear. I can’t hear. But I can see. I see bodies on the ground, not moving; bleeding. There’s a warm weight in my sweaty palms and I see a knife in my hand, more blood, dripped off the edge. I’m shocked as if someone put it there without me knowing. As if someone else took over my body.

               I’m only allowed a few more moments of confusion until my instincts catch my attention. Movement, coming quickly down the hall. I move without thinking as the door to the room slams open, raising my knife to defend myself until the death. Ready to do whatever it takes to live. To survive.

               Two large, burly men push into the room, both armored with self-defensive vest and large rifles raised in my direction. The first man makes an explosive entrance, gun raised and scanning the room with efficiency and ease. His eyes glance over me quickly, allowing me to see the split second he decides if I’m a friend or foe. The adjustment of his grip on the gun and aggressive posture helps me figure out the later. I grip the knife in my hand, feeling its weight and getting comfortable with the acceptance of being underprepared. A small growl comes from me, exposing my canines to pose as the threat I wish I could be.

 A moment later, a second man enters, distinct in his appearance. He adorns a skull mask, looking like death himself came to take me. The grim reaper steps into the room, surveying the scene with more control and authority than the first. If the first was the grand entrance, he was the main event.

               When his gaze met mine, there was a zap of recognition there, gone in a flash. Back to the soldier that stood in front of me, my fate in his hands. “Who are you?” He grumbles, demanding. His gun isn’t raised at me, but the first man trains his scope on me, waiting for the word to pull the trigger if needed.

               I freeze for a moment. I don’t answer immediately. I ponder about answering at all, but a glance down at the bodies that lay at my feet, the life drained out of them and on the pooling blood on the floor, made me remember the horrors of the world and how there will always be a bigger monster. I didn’t have much, but I do have a name. “V. My name is V.” I pant out, chest heaving with adrenaline and fear.

               The skull masked man moved and a waft of air pushed behind him. The scent I caught was warm. It felt familiar. It felt like this moment has happened before. It also carried a strong lower tone, one that is dominating and commanding. An alpha in his own right.

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~nsfw~

okay, but IMAGINE Simon Ghost Riley hovering over you, pounding into you from behind "what a good girl you are. taking me so well." an unrelentless pace in a rhythm from heaven. "what's that pretty girl? you want more?" he coos.

too fucked out of your mind to even think about more than how he feels just right. "poor baby...Can't even think..." He tsks.

"That's okay baby, I'll make it all better."

-> masterlist

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Re-watched ABC's Scrubs again and my o my

Part of the beauty of their characters is because they look so real.

Scrubs is known as the most accurate medical drama depiction. I've only been working in healthcare for about 18 months and it is spot on.

Also, the soundtrack is something worth to be revered. No one makes theme songs for shows anymore and it shows.

The first season characters are rough and debrisive. Because that's how people are. They are rough and they are scary until you integrate your life with theirs. This is one of the best depictions within visual media in the aught

Do all the jokes hold up well? Absolutely. Not, but that's not the point. The point is, it's honest.

It's real.

Working in healthcare means learning how to keep secrets.

It means when you get the opportunity, to be honest.

It's so freeing.

I want to be brutally honest with you not to scare you.

Not to hurt you, I just need you to know.

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you call him captain and he loses his mind. Say it again, lovely.

"Captain~"

he picks up his rhythm, the excitement stinging through him forcing his hips deeper, "Say it again." and again. and again

"You're all mine, aren't you sweetheart?" "let me hear you say it." "Say it. Say 'I'm all yours, captain.'"

The drive to claim was a call that resonated within his pulse "Come on your Captain's cock, darling. Come on, I know you can do it." "Do it for your captain..."

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GhostABO pt3

The shuffle of the medics around me lulls me into a tired dissociation. It doesn’t require me to answer any more questions, allows me to just breathe for a moment that I’ve left that cold room behind. It takes me even longer to believe that I’m not going back there. A belief with no promise, but a belief nonetheless.

There a sudden stop in conversation around me between the two and I look up for the disruption, noticing a new shadow in the room. His weight shifting nervously, awkward, as he holds two to-go plates of food in his hands. The alpha named Ghost. The beta nurse named Jacob doesn’t miss a beat, “I’m glad you’ve found us, Lieutenant. We just finished up here and V was just about to get some rest.”

Ghost steps forward, into the room, his eyes finding his way back to me as he situates the plate of food at my bedside table. The situation seems to parallel itself from earlier, the doctor falling into the background as Jacob maneuvers a mine field of its own. Ghost grunts something to him, his voice a reflection of the man himself, he turns his attention to me, his hands idly clenching in a bundle of nerves. “I wasn’t sure what you liked.” He refers to the plate he’s delivered and it’s a normal plate of chicken, green beans, mashed potatoes and gravy. Smells decent enough, but it’s nothing fancy, the closest thing to a meal I’ve seen in weeks. “You should eat.” He orders.

I’m too tired to fight him, telling me what to do. My stomach clenching with hunger and famine. I situate the plate in front of me, turning my attention to stabbing at the chicken as I begin to eat. The simplicity of food made with care and attention instead of leftovers and scraps.

Lieutenant Major Mercy turns to Ghost and summaries my initial exam quick and efficiently. “She should get some rest, Lieutenant. You can come back after she’s eaten and well rested.” Ghost knows he’s being asked to leave her, and a rumble begins in his chest at the thought of leaving, but he thinks again and knows she’s right.

He gives in, but he lingers. Trying to find a reason, any reason, to stay for a moment longer. When he’s unable to come up with anything, he relents, “Of course,” he begins to blend back into the background. There are no words as the other alpha begins to gently lead him out to the hallway. He doesn’t know what to say to her. So he says nothing at all.

The medic closes the door behind her, leaving V alone. Leaving her alone to rest. A thought he tries to keep in mind.

Mercy prompts Ghost, not letting the boogieman dictate the interaction, “Should I be contacting Captain Price or you about our guest.” Mine. The thought comes loud and suddenly, surprising even if the sentiment feels right.

“Directly to me.” The medic nods, taking the clipboard with the omega’s information and walking down the hall to leave Simon by himself in the hallway, the occasional person or couple moving passed him, careful to avoid his space, but looking,-watching the grim reaper out of his natural habitat. Never down here anymore than necessary. He can’t find it in him to move. So he lingers. Lingers outside her door, not wanting to go too far in case she needs something. In case she calls for him.

And something about that thought makes him perch outside her door. He finds a comfort knowing that she is eating. Finally acknowledging his own hunger and the plate of food in front of him. He eats by himself in the hallway outside the omega’s door, but there’s a whisper for a thought that finds a familiarity by eating with her. A connection Simon isn’t ready to dive deep into yet, with the want that lays under his skin. He eats in silence.

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JOHN PRICE.

"How dare you disobey me!" Your captain's voice booms in the office, not caring who heard you getting your ass chewed out.

Spread over his lap, ass displayed to him he brings down another slap. "Stupid, girl! Why don't you listen?" Another series of smacks reign across your ass, the heat searing off your skin.

"Only good girls get to cum and you haven't been a good girl now, have you?"

Your puffy lips throbbing in time with your heart beat, begging for mercy, begging for more

"Shouldn't even have to..."

Price bullying his cock in your hole at a punishing pace. "Bad girls don't get to cum."

A mantra he repeats as he floods you over and over