Ghostie

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Hi I’m Ghostie! I’m a 20 yr old ghost. I love all things romance books, smut, fandoms, and movies! I love coffee and being the prettiest ghost on the block. You’ll probably never see my face but I can’t wait for you to take a look around inside my head.

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Summary: Jack's daughter is in the room when he asks Dr. Al to get drinks sometime.

Your dad just came in with his SWAT friend Hiro after a raid went wrong. You always hated him doing this rather than something mundane like golf or something. Working day shift keeps your mind off things like this, usually. When you heard his voice when he came in, you'd be lying if you said you didn't panic a little.

While everyone was trying to stabilize Hiro, the new attending, Dr. Al-Hashimi, came in, concern written all over her face, before she said, "What is going on here? You have a field medic assisting you?" At the same time, you and Robby say, "Dr. Abbot is an attending, and he's also a SWAT physician.", and "My father, Dr. Abbot, is the night shift attending."

"My buddy Hiro here is in bad need of an airway." He tells Dr. Al before looking at you and saying, "Cut it right here." You cut the tube right where his finger was a second before. "We can do this." The new attending says. Your dad, as nice as ever, refuses.

"You must be Gloria's new hire." Their small talk doesn't go over your head, but there are many things worse to worry about at the moment. "Yes, Dr. Al-Hashimi." "Well, I'd shake your hand, but my tube is ready." Once Garcia comes in, things start moving pretty fast.

Once they get air moving to his lungs and you've started scanning his stomach, Garcia finds a big bruise. As she finds a bigger problem with his spleen, your dad starts rattling off facts about weaponry you have no interest in knowing about.

With his statement, you see Dr. Al's gaze make its way to his face, where he looks up and gives her a slight smile.

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Once they make their way back from CT, Robby, Dr. Al, and you all make your way back into trauma 1. As your father is explaining the findings and plan for Hiro's care, you're starting the charting on him by the door. Robby comes behind you to check over your work when they roll Hiro out of the room.

"SWAT? Really?" Dr. Al starts the conversation with your father. He replies, "I suck at golf." With a roll of your eyes, you subtly start watching their interaction. "You spend time in the Middle East?" Your hands start moving more slowly against the keys, but Robby has nothing to say. "More than I would have liked."

"I worked in Kabul with Médecins Sans Frontières and in 2020, at the maternity hospital. I met the most incredible, bravest doctors there." The judgment is clearly written on your face, but regardless, you force your attention back to the procedure notes. "Dasht-e-Barchi. Tragedy." He sighs and continues, "We should grab a beer sometime," Your head whips to the side. "share war stories."

Summary: Valerie has trained Stephen and knows exactly when he’s lying.

“So anyway we go around 3-ish to have dinner there and-“ is all Stephen gets out before I turn my head towards him in confusion.

“Stephen that doesn’t add up.” I see the first signs of panic set into his pretty eyes. “Truth Stephen you get one chance. Did you go to that restaurant at 3?”

He starts sputtering which tells me he’s about to double down. “He was so hungry he begged them to let us in. It was like 2:50 when we went. They said they’d stay open for us.” He’s adding details that don’t matter so I won’t question him.

Too bad for him I already started. “Go sit in the corner.”

His eyes bug out at my demand. I’m pointing to the corner where his nose is often. I’ve known for a while now that he was the biggest liar manipulator I’d ever meet. I found my own way of dealing with it.

The tears started brimming in his eyes. His pretty eyes with pretty tears. I walk up to him and grab his jaw pulling his head to look down at me.

“Go sit until you have a dry face Stephen. I’m right here and I won’t let anything happen to you but you’re not getting up until I don’t see a tear in sight.”

I point once again to the corner and wait for him to slowly turn and go sit criss-cross applesauce with his nose stuck in it.

If he’s gonna have childish tendencies then I will treat him like a child. As I turn back to my book I hear the sniffles coming from him.

It’s about 20 minutes before I hear a little voice say “Love I’m dry now.” I walk up to him and squat down to examine his face.

His eyes are red but his face is dry. “Get up.”

He stands to his feet and immediately hugs me and gives me a kiss. “Now baby do you want to tell me the truth?”

Jack Abbot x Fem!reader OC Drabble

Summary: Jack puts his little brat in her place

Day shift is passing patients onto night shift and thankfully that means I’m about to be home in one of my husbands shirts in our bed.

Unluckily though with the system having gone down today day shift apparently has to scan all the charts into the computer. Trin, Dennis, Mel, and I have been working on it at the station put together for around an hour now when my husband walks up to me.

I beam at him before he starts speaking “Grace I need you to go handle this patient.” He hands me a paper chart and my smile disappears. “I’m off the clock. I’m just trying to finish this so I can go home and get into bed.”

“She is technically a day shift patient and I need you to go now.” I balk at him before scoffing and snatching the report from his hands. I turn around and start walking towards her room. I hear footsteps behind me and as soon as I get to a somewhat empty area I hear “Hey.”

I stop in my tracks at his voice. “Turn.” I huff through my nose and turn toward the older man I get the pleasure of seeing every morning and night (kind of).

He points to the ground in front of him and I walk towards him still in a huff. He puts his finger under my chin lifting my eyes to his. “Don’t be a brat about having to do your job. You’re gonna go home and get to sleep before you know it and if you keep acting up I won’t wake you up so nicely in the morning.”

I pout at him before huffing one more time and nodding. He gives me a look and I know exactly what he’s wanting. “Yes sir.”

“Good girl. Now go please. I want you home and in bed just as much as you.” He kisses me before I turn and he pats my ass as I start walking away.

Captain John Price x Fem!reader OC

Summary: Lily gets hit on by a waiter, and John very clearly marks his territory Warnings: kinky, public play, d/s dynamic, use of daddy, pet names, fingering, first-person POV, kinda orgasm denial a/n: I picture Bear from Six instead of John's usual mutton chops.

John has brought us to a very nice restaurant for our 1st anniversary. He picked out the cute but revealing dress I'm currently wearing.

John was sitting in front of me and watching with sweet eyes. He had a slight smile, which was nice instead of his usual scowl.

We've been looking forward to this dinner for a few weeks. John likes to think ahead and set the reservation a month in advance. He knew I had wanted to try this place, but he also knew it was always busy.

I had on my favorite cocktail dress and was turning more than a few heads. My daddy doesn't like that, but I guess he doesn't feel too threatened yet.

The waiter comes around to pour our water. As he approaches, he eyes my dress and gives me a slight smirk. "Welcome to Velvet and Vine. Will we be enjoying any drinks tonight?" He directs his question at me.

John looks at me, and I tell him I'd like a white wine. He turns to the waiter and says, "She'll take a glass of white wine, and I'll take a scotch neat." He doesn't say please, which tells me that he's irked with the waiter for paying most of his attention to me.

When he walks away, John turns to me and says, "I knew that dress was a bad idea." I give him a deadpan look and then say, "But I feel so pretty, daddy!" He sighs, knowing that's an important thing for me.

We lightly chat while waiting for our drinks. It doesn't take very long before our server comes out with a glass of John's scotch in one hand and a glass and wine in his other.

He winks at me as he pours my wine. I slit my eyes at him and then look over at John. I keep my eyes on the fuming man until I see him nod, and the server walks away.

I know he's probably about to come back to get our order, and John motions for me to scoot closer to him. I move to sit right beside him, and without warning, his hand moves under my dress.

"Daddy!" I whisper-shout at him. My eyes widen like saucers when I see the server start heading our way again. John has a strategy here, I just don't know what.

The server has a smirk on his face, probably ready to flirt with me more. Right as he comes up and starts asking to take our order, John shoves two fingers into my panties and through my folds.

I hardly stifle a moan, and my eyes widen even more if that's possible. The server looks at me first for my order, and as I try to speak, John takes that moment to put his fingers inside me.

This time, I'm not so successful at keeping quiet, and when I drop my head to hide my face, he starts ordering for me. When I look up to catch a glimpse of the waiter's face, he is in shock and just continues writing our order mindlessly.

Scott Barringer x Fem!reader OC Summary: Scott is about to run away when he finds out his parents are coming to visit, and Jane tells Peter Warnings: first-person POV, mentions of r@pe, step incest, pet names, swearing, mentions of blood, insinuated self-harm a/n: This is way angstier than anything I've ever written, so I just hope I did it justice!

"Scott, please don't do this!" I'm standing before him, trying to block his path. I'm panting cause I've been pushing him for a while now, trying to keep him from getting to the shed. His parents got to visit for the first time, and this will be his first time facing everything since he's been here.

"Come on, baby, get out of my way." He's stronger than me, so it's only a matter of time before he reaches the shed. "I'll tell Peter." I know those words will make him pause. I was right.

He stops in his tracks and finally looks down, making eye contact with me. "I don't want to, Scott, but I have no other choice." His breath came out hot on my face as he seemingly weighed his options.

He walked past me and went into the cabin. I sighed, thinking I had finally gotten to him.

It was the next day, and I went to find Scott, as his parents were arriving soon. Instead, I was greeted with the shed door being open and the lock broken. Instantly, tears start streaming down my face, and I run to find Peter.

I'm sobbing, running through campus towards Peter's office when he actually runs into me. "Jane, what's wrong? Come on, sweetheart, what's going on?" He has a panicked voice, and while I try and talk to him, my sobs are too big to get any words out.

"Scott-" Is really all I get. He's shushing me, and I compose myself fast, knowing I need to actually speak in this moment. "Scott's running again. He took a kayak from the shed. I told him I'd tell you, I guess he thought he'd get a head start."

He huffs and gets up quickly. "Jules, come here, please." He calls my best friend over. "Scott ran I need you to stay here with Jane while I find him." She nods and puts her arm around my shoulder.

I start crying again, and she walks me up to our cabin. "What's her problem?" Shelby says from the couch as we enter the main room. "Scott ran Shel. She's upset and worried, not that you'd know what that feels like."

I can't deal with any voices right now. I run to my bed and just keep crying. I hear tires on the gravel and perk up, seeing Scott's parents pull in.

I bolt out of bed and run outside. I see Peter taking them toward his office, probably about to tell them their son had gone missing. Before he can get gone, I yell across the way and say, "Bitch! I know what you did!"

They both jump at me, and Sophie runs toward me while Peter gives me a look before continuing into his office. "Jane!" Sophie says sternly. "I'll have Peter deal with you, given your outburst is over, Scott." I scoff and walk toward his office.

I stand outside on and off, crying while I hear some yells from inside. They are laying into Peter for losing their son. I even hear the bitches voice say, "We should just take him home. This isn't doing him any good."

The fear sets in that they might remove Scott from Mount Horizon. He'd be right back where he started. I get up and start running into the woods, and get to the river.

"SCOTT!!" I start calling after him. He can't be too far right?

I've been searching for what feels like forever, but has really only been like 20 minutes. Scott isn't anywhere, which is unsurprising given how fast the water is rushing.

I don't even know where I'm at, but I start hearing this far-off cry. "Help! Help me!" I then hear a motor behind me. "Jane!!" I hear Peter call for me.

"Peter, he's down there! I see the kayak but not him!" I hear the bike turn off, and Peter runs beside me down the slight hill. "Stay there, Jane!"

I pick at my cuticles as I watch him get into the kayak and make his way toward a big boulder. I start crying again, while one of my fingers starts bleeding.

I watched them fight their way to shore, and when they finally made it, I rushed down and helped pull them up further. Once they finally got on land, Peter started ripping into Scott.

I've tuned everything out, and I'm trying to ground myself by picking at my cuticles. "And you, Jane!" are the words that make me snap back into reality.

"You had no right to use the language you did earlier, especially to Scott's step-mother." I just looked down and nodded my head.

Before I knew it, we were headed back to campus.

Once we arrived, I saw Scott's parents standing on the steps to Peter's office. I felt Scott grab my arm and pull me with them. The look his step-monster gave me was nothing but detest.

We walked into the office, and the first thing out of her mouth was, "This is between us, not her! She needs to leave." "She stays, or I don't say a word to you." Scott was quick to defend me.

Peter directed me to the chair behind his desk, and that's when all hell broke loose.

The amount of yelling that has taken place is more than my nervous system can handle. All my fingers are bleeding, and I have tears streaming down my face.

When Scott moves to barge out of the room, he doesn't leave without first grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.

We walk until we hit the tree line, and when we finally stop, I jerk my hands from his. "I can't stand you!" I yell as I start hitting him against his chest.

"You just run away and leave me here! You don't think of anyone but yourself, you selfish asshole!" He grabs my wrists, and that's when he finally sees.

He looks down at his hands, which are covered in blood, and as soon as he looks up, he runs.

"Peter!" I chase after him as we both run back into Peter's office. His parents are gone, and it's just the three of us in there. I'm hiding my hands behind my back, but you can see the amount of blood on Scott's hands.

Each one of my fingers is torn to bits. "Jane, sweetheart, what'd you do?" I started crying and held my hands where they were. Scott reaches behind me, grabs both my wrists, and pulls them in front of my body.

"She's hurting herself! Make her stop." He yells at Peter. He holds out his hand to Scott as a way to calm him down. My hands are shaking when Peter grabs them and pulls me toward the couch in his office.

"Scott, can you go to the bathroom and wet some paper towels, please?" He looks at me as if when he leaves, I'll break or be gone by the time he gets back.

He slowly walked toward the bathroom. "What caused this, Jane? Talk to me." I let out a shaky breath. "He left, and then he got yelled at and shamed just for telling the truth. I couldn't handle that."

"Is it just your fingers?" I nodded. I never wanted to hurt myself, but it was like a nervous tic that always got out of hand too quickly. For Horizon the it was still considered self-harm.

After we got the dried and fresh blood off my hands, we could see the real damage. It wasn't horrible, by far not the worst I'd ever done, but it wasn't pretty either.

"I'm sorry, guys. I just can't even help it sometimes." The silence is so loud. Once we get my hands clean, I hear Peter say, "We have to get her to the infirmary."

Scott grabs one of my hands, and Peter grabs the other. "What's gonna happen to her?" He sighs and starts his whole explanation.

"We take her down, and she'll spend the day in the infirmary. She'll be on 24 24-hour watch, and a senior will stay up with her tonight while she sleeps in the main room."

"I'm staying with her. Please don't make me leave her." Scott was quick to respond. Peter sighed and nodded his head.

After I got my fingers wrapped and spent my full day in the infirmary, I finally got to leave. My nerves were still on edge, but I had Scott by me to help me feel something other than anxiety.

It was finally time to get to bed, and when Scott and I walked into the main room, we saw two small beds on the ground with our bedspreads on them.

I smile, knowing I'll get to stay with Scott all night. Sophie walked us over and is now saying, "We figured since Kat would be up with you tonight, we didn't need to separate you. Don't get any ideas and don't get used to this." We smiled at her and nodded.

I've recently (finally) gotten on the Hayden Christensen bandwagon, and I can't watch his projects from when he was a teenager without seeing two other men.

For example, here is Hayden Christensen

And then there's...

Henry Cavill!

THEN there's...

David Corenswet