Delulu COD fics

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Introduction/Requests

11/15/2025: On hiatus. I'll return loves, dw.

Hi yalll!! I decided to redo this post now that I know how to use tumblr a bit more :D

I dissappear sometimes, do not fret, I always finish my fics

Feel free to use any of my stuff as inspiration, just tag me so I can read!!!

Masterlist

talk to me

Prompts

Playlists

About me:

My name is Sun, I am 19, and I love writing!! I am in a lot of fandoms, namely Supernatural, Marvel, Gravity Falls, DC, MLB, and, of course, COD. This blog is primarily for COD, but I am 100% willing to write for other fandoms as well!

I am in college and majoring in communications, I want to be a speech pathologist :))

I am AuDHD, so I am sorry if I misunderstand something yall say or come across as rude, I absolutely do not mean to!

I am chronically ill (hEDS, tachycardia, insomnia), so when I don't posts for a while don't worry! I haven't forgotten about my fics or your requests, I didn't abandon the blog, I am just going through a flare up and don't have the brain space to write XD

I love feedback, good and bad! As long as it is presented in a kind way, I want both. I want to be a batter writer, and do that I need criticism so I know what to fix :)

I love interacting with yall!! I love when yall message me, whether with a request tor just to say hi. makes me all giggly. Interactions with yall are like my lifeblood, because I have ✨validation issues✨

On that note, I LOVE when you guys request things, whether that be just asking for another part to a fic, or asking for a totally different one!

Requests

Requests are open!!! I will write pretty much anything from one-shots to long-fics, hurt/no comfort, fluff and anything in between!

I do have a couple of restrictions/things you should know, so I will go over those below :))

Rules:

#1.)I don't write smut. That's about my only restriction. Sorry to all yall smut lover out there! I am asexual and that stuff grosses me out lmao.

#2.) Like I said earlier, I will write fics for other fandoms, including Marvel, DC, Supernatural, etc.

#3.) I will stick to either Fem! or GN!readers, simply because I am not male and don't think I could portray that correctly, sorry :(

4.) Don't be afraid or think your request is weird. I guarantee you I have thought of it at least once XD\

5.) You can request things either in the comments or on the ask page: Requests

And yeah! I think that's it for now, might be updated later, who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyways I thinks that all for now. Thanks for your support <3

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Alright, who jinxed me

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omg bro posted without instantly being hospitalized lets gooo

hahaha don't jinx it XD

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Yk sometimes I feel really bad because I like never update my fics and I have like, six months between updates. And then I remember that those long breaks and updates times and spelling errors are all because I'm human and am using very human brain to make it and I feel a million times better cause I may take long, but I'm not using Ai

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Nice draft you got there… be a shame if tumblr were to… post it.

Haha okay I'll unprivate it just be aware thats its not finished and subject to change. And thanks lol

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Part 5

Brief outline:

-Medic wakes without tube, has J-tube in stomach, hooked up to IV’s. Nurse explains everything

-Lasweel comes in and explains more things before medic falls asleep again

-Therapy 101

Story:

The brain is an interesting specimen, particularly when it comes to anger. Sigmund Freud first introduced the idea of displaced anger. Displaced anger is when the brain takes deserved anger towards a threatening person or person and directed towards a less deserving, less threatening

person or persons. This allows the victim to release pent up frustrations about the original source without facing consequences.

This was Ghost's second of 12 mandated sessions with this psychologist and she had spent half of it trying to get him to understand this concept. And consciously, Ghost did. He’d seen the pictures of your mutilated face, the x-rays showing poorly healed bones and old fractures. He knew you were just as much a victim as he was. But subconsciously it was different. Knowing something and knowing something were not the same thing, after all.

It frustrates Ghost to no end, knowing that he shouldn't feel these things but feeling them anyways.

“It’s natural.” His therapist tells him, “healing takes time.” and a bunch of other platitudes that Ghost doesn’t care about. All he cares about is getting back to the field, to the job he's built his whole life on. But he can’t do that until he can stomach looking at you without wanting to break all the bones in your stupid little face.

“-on? Simon, you still with me?” Ghost shakes his head, snapping out of his spiraling thoughts.. With a begrudging sigh, he nods at the shrink and after a moment, the session continues.

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there’s a person stealing peoples writing and posting it on ao3 anonymously (under collections tied to their ao3 username though). What an absolute sick fucking loser. If anyone sees their work stolen, please go report it to ao3 - I don’t know what their stance is on removing ao3 fics stolen from tumblr (I’ve only reported fics stolen FROM ao3), but can’t hurt to try

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A few things:

Not all of the content stolen is only on Tumblr. My work is in included in the works and it is already posted to AO3. If you're one of the writers who had their stuff stolen, and you posted it to AO3 as well, you can file a plagiarism report via AO3's Abuse and Policy.

AO3 only accepts one report per work. Please don't dogpile on the reports as it will slow down the process for AO3 volunteers to take care of the issue. As far as I am aware, they've been reported.

If you only posted to Tumblr, and your works were uploaded without your permission to AO3, you can file a DMCA takedown with AO3. That information can be found HERE. If you go this route, please please please give AO3's legal team all the information you can.

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ugh I'm having to read Freuds work for a fic I'm writing. i do enough of that for my major, thank you very much. Didn't know I'd have to get into it in my free time too.

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I can not explain the rage that fills me when I am reading a fic and realize that its from chat gpt. Genuinely makes me want to burn the world down. Fuck you. Fuck you and your laziness. I hope you cry yourself to sleep at night about how pathetic and uncreative you are and always will be. I hope your eggs are always rotten and that you stub your pinky toe every morning for the rest of your life. Fuck. You. Piece. Of. Shit.

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WHY DON"T I OUTLINE OR BETA READ ANYTHING ASDFGHJK

I am so dumb. I'm rereading the stupid behind enemy lines fic and, while some of my writing is brilliant, there are so many plot holes.

so many plot holes.

stupid. stupid stupid stupid.

Gonna have to learn how to outline.

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Never blocked someone so fast before because wtf

Jokingly reporting someone's post is not okay. My entire account could be suspended. If something is "too personal" and makes you uncomfortable, hit the block button.

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Goooosh I hate group projects so much. So flipping much.

Like why are you nit listening to a word I say? Why are we over complicating things? Why are you not just answering my question? Why are we gossiping about dates instead of doing the assignment?

Fuck group projects in college. They shouldn't be a thing.

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I sound so conceited rn but like, sometimes I reread my old work and I'm like...wow. thats some good stuff right there. I mean sometimes its absolute trash, but sometimes I'm like...I can't believe *i* wrote that, yk?

Anyways, here's a sneak peek of the next part to the Enemy medic fic

"Don't let me push your hand back." Simon grit his teeth as the physical therapist pushed his hand against his chest.

This was stupid. He felt like a baby deer learning to walk for the first time. All that time strapped to a table has atrophied his muscles. Everything he had worked for, all his training for strength and endurance, his careful diet, all if it was just gone. Ruined because of a stupid slip up on a stupid mission.

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Yo are u alive pls

Pls don't die

Yes haha I'm alive!!! I got sepsis and then we found out I have kidney disease??? So that was a little crazy. But I'm alive and gonna get back to writing in April😌😌

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This is some fan fiction author curse shit

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Funny story....

Me: ah I'm finally at a point where I can devote time and energy to writing again! I'm so excited

My body: bitch you thought hahaha

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Yo are u alive pls

Pls don't die

Yes haha I'm alive!!! I got sepsis and then we found out I have kidney disease??? So that was a little crazy. But I'm alive and gonna get back to writing in April😌😌

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Okay so i've been reading a lot omegaverse stuff and I hads an idea.

Imagine an omega that is a POW. You were captured a couple years ago, and since then, you been deprived of everything but the most basic necessities.

You haven't been allowed to give into your instincts, unable to nest or even scent. Your captors, when they deigned to come in, took suppressants, and your scent glands were forcibly destroyed so you couldn't even make the room smell like yourself. Everything was sterile and smelled faintly of antiseptic.

By the time you get rescued, you're absolutely feral.

Half-starved and deprived of any kind of human contact, you aren't prepared for the team that comes to rescue you.

The sudden presence of actual scents in your cell is suffocating, to say the least. The man in the skull mask smells of faint gunpowder and vanilla. The man in the Bowie hat drowns you in cigar and cinnamon. Alphas, the both of them.

You can't breathe.

Its all around you, their scents an actual, physical wieght after having gone so long without it. They invade your nostrils, constrict your lungs like wildfire smoke.

You snarls weakly as the one with the hat and mustaches crouches in front of you.

"Reckon this is who we're lookin' for?"

"Only one here, ain't they?"

"Aye. Lets grab em and get outta here."

Lightning fast, befire you can even register he'd pulled something out of his belt, theres a prick in your arm. The world tilts and everything goes black.

A/N: Hi ik its been a while! I will start writing again come April. I'm taking a deferment from school so I can focus on my health and I'll be back in business :))

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why are u always dying broski 🥀

The curse of being a fanfic author😔😔