When the cameras stop rolling, the real story begins when no one's watching. Alfie Buttle x OC Social media x Real life

Somethings different, Recognition. And love? Love has never been an option. So why does it feel like you're both standing on the edge of something you can't turn back from?

"Two damaged people trying to heal each other is love." He mumbled. In which a boy that came from an abusive home fell in love with a girl who felt like home. #1 in Billy Hargrove (4/10/20) #1 in Netflix (6/1/20) #1 in Stranger Things (6/6/20) #1 in FanFiction (6/19/22) Started: July 26, 2019 Completed: August 20, 2020 Word Count: 43,126

Althea was dangerous. She wasn't particularly large or imposing, but once you heard the Whisper of her breath, it was too late. Her ability to sneak around without alerting others, as if melting into the shadows, it scared people. She was a cold, heartless killer, and nothing more. Or so she thought. She has always looked up at the sky, loving daytime, hating the darkness, the stars that watched her suffer. But one day she meets someone that makes her love the stars. -------------------------- Althea suddenly felt, more than saw a presence behind her. Before she could whip around, there was a harsh blow to the back of her head, and her vision sparked. she watched, mesmerized as fireworks exploded in her vision. Stars swam across her sight and she reached out for them, but just as she was about to touch them they danced away. The world became darker and darker. Her radio crackled again, and she could barely hear the words. It was all this death and destruction were miles away, her reality fading. She just barely heard her name being called from the garbled sounds of the communicator. The last thing she saw was a skull, glinting eerily in the dim light of the alley. -------------------------- NUMBER 2 IN GHOST NUMBER 1 IN SIMON RILEY NUMBER 2 IN SPY [simon 'ghost' riley x fem!oc/Reader] Unfinished!

in which hate was easier than love. the yelling was better than kissing. and the pain was better than looking the other in the eye. a Kazansky and a Bradshaw, a Captain and a Lieutenant. ⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ (bradley "rooster" bradshaw x fem!oc) [ top gun: maverick ] ⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ MadelynnHutton 2022®

Simon Riley x OC 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏, a specialized military medic, transferred to the skilled SAS unit: Task Force 141. She's agile, an expert, quick on her abilities, fiesty and strong - yet the most soft hearted woman on Earth, out of the field. Other than finding difficulty in picking up her own fragments and sticking them together to find a sense, she meets the complicated lieutenant of her team; a cold hearted man, who tries, forces his best to keep her away. But for what reason? Simon seems to be hiding something too precious. INCLUDES: - VIOLENCE - BLOOD - DEEP DESCRIPTIONS - SMUT (not suitable for minors) - MATURE LANGUAGE - ANGST NUMBER #1 in: Price [ 04-11-24 ] NUMBER #2 in: Gaz [20-11-24] NUMBER #2 in: Ghost [31-08-25]

In a quiet apartment building, two neighbours lead seemingly different lives. One is a reserved lieutenant, shrouded in mystery and burdened by his past, while the other is you, a curious woman navigating the ups and downs of daily life. Though your interactions are sparse, with fleeting glances and near-missed opportunities for connection, you wondered if there was more to the man you called your neighbour. The days unfold and the distance between you both blurs, hinting at the potential for something deeper amidst the silence of your shared walls. (Afab reader) Began: 22-09-2024 Finished: 25-12-2024

𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 18. 𝙰𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚢. 𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚂 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 141, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝

This is a dark romance story about a girl named Ashley. The story will contain multiple topics that may not be your thing, please read the trigger warnings before continuing. Ashley is a 24-year-old girl from the Netherlands. She is in her last year of college, where she studies programming. After a dare, she now helps people with their digital issues. The hacking jobs she gets paid for aren't too big, but it's easy money. Having to grow up in a toxic and traumatizing environment when growing up, has been a real challenge. With an abusive dad, who was both physically abusive as well as manipulative. He is a criminal, serving his time in prison after being caught dealing drugs and shooting a police officer. I was 14 years old when they arrested him. She always had a good relationship with her mom, even after the incident. The passing of my older sister as well as everything that went down with her dad, her mom turned to alcohol for comfort. And looking at her now, it's like staring at someone you don't know. It's only one more semester until graduation. The dream is to find a good job, and get out of her toxic environment. To start over somewhere fresh, away from her past. But things never go as you plan. Every Friday afternoon Ashley stays at this cafe 'Gracht' to work. But on this one Friday something happened which changed her life for good. She never planned to get kidnapped by the Mexican Cartel, or to work with the greatest task force 141. And least of all, did she not expect to find love there. !!! Trigger warnings: reverse harem/why choose, including aggressive language, physical and sexual assault, mental and physical abuse, violence, murder, and sexual scenes. A fanfiction story, all rights belong to Call of Duty and Activision.

141 Mafia!AU Mob Boss!Price x Singer!Reader -- Your father had told you stories of the famous club, The 141, when you were a child; you remember the admiration- and *jealousy*- that laced his voice as he weaved tales of smoky backroom poker games and men who'd skin you alive for looking at them wrong. You hadn't believed him then, assuming it to be like all the other fairytales and war stories he told from that worn leather armchair- exaggerated tales meant to teach you lessons he himself never followed. Now that you're here, though... You'd expected better security.