I just kind of come on here to ramble or spread the word that I’ve written something unhinged again. If you want to read my fics they are all on ao3 in their entirety and in a much more organized manner, all posted under ItllBeOneOfThese.
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Fandoms:
Call Of Duty MW2
Spider-verse
Arcane
Pairings:
Ghost x Soap x Reader
Gaz x Reader
Miguel x Reader
Ekko x Jinx
What I Do And Don't write!
Do Write:
18+ content
Character(s) X Reader; usually AFAB with either she/her or they/them pronouns occasionally AMAB
NSFW one shots with plot sprinkled in
A variety of kinks, sometimes they fall under BDSM territory
Some type of after care if it gets smutty
None smut related gore and violence
Angst
SFW fluff
Don't Write:
**Let me clarify I have nothing against these specific things and I read fics with some of these tags, they just don't align with my writing**
Dark Romance
Stalking
Non-con or Dubious consent
Use of Y/N
Size kink
Vore
Scat
Many other kinks I can’t remember right now (if I’ve not written about a certain kink up until now just assume it’s on the no no list for me)
Any specific physical features for reader; they have a distinct personality and internal thoughts but you can imagine reader however you want
I do my best to add clear tags to everything so make sure you read those!!
This will probably continue to be updated. Feel free to ask me any questions or suggest anything to be added on here. Thank y’all for checking out my stuff <3
Visits to Johnny's' grave are usually shorter when someone accompanies Simon. So him and Kyle leave their flowers and each say a few words. After wiping down the gravestone - making sure that the mans name is still clearly visible and holds no dirt within the engraving - the two men quietly exit the graveyard.
They shortly find themselves seated in a diner and ordering breakfast. Sometimes Ghost thinks that Kyle just shows up to make sure that he's fed. When the waitress leaves with both of their orders Kyle starts up. "Nice discount aye?"
Ghost nods while taking gulps of his water.
Kyle rolls the wrapper of his straw into a little ball, "You hadn't told me about them."
"Not much to tell." Ghost responds with a shrug, turning his attention towards the window that's next to him.
Across the diner booth Kyle leans closer and narrows his eyes, "Are you taking me for a stranger? I know how you are about your routine and a new person giving you the wrong flowers is definitely something you would complain about, or at the very least mention."
Why didn't Simon mention you? It must have been because he was more peeved by Meredith's appearance than by your own. You simply passed under his radar. You're easy to miss with the way that your frame melts into the petals around the flower shop....yes, easy to miss. Johnny tuts in Simons mind and he remembers the words he once said, 'Yer a shit liar Si.'
"Must have forgotten." Is what Ghost settles on saying
"Simon Riley, forgetting something? You really are a terrible liar Simon." Kyle says while shaking his head.
As Simon goes to open his mouth to defend himself, Price and Laswell show up. "Sorry for the delay boys, paper work for this last mission has been a pain in the ass." says the blonde woman as she slides in besides Kyle into the booth
Price grunts as he takes the seat next to Ghost. Removing his hat and setting it on his lap he gives a big smile "So what were you two talking about?"
Just in time the waitress arrives with heaping plates of food for the two men. It serves as a great distraction from the topic of you. Kyle begins to eat away at his full English breakfast and the two new guests start up their order. But now Kyles prodding has left an impression on Ghosts mind. Why didn't he mention you?
we've all heard "he would not fucking say that" which i know has some nuance to it, but what about the fanart version, "He would not fucking have defined abs and gym-toned muscles"?
Im so against the idea of Ghost being pretty. I just don’t want him to be pretty, hes ugly, not societally attractive whatsoever. He has crooked teeth that are tinged yellow from all the smoking he’s done during his lifetime. His ears curve inward in that distinct cauliflower way. The right side of his nose goes to show just how many times it’s been broken. Parts of his skin that are thick with scars seem almost translucent. The man’s never heard of getting a tan and it’s not like his skin has ever taken kindly to the sun anyways. His eyebrows are so fair against his skin that rarely are they ever visible. He’s an ugly man; it’s not bad, it just is.
The whole day is made up of sleepy moments. You wake up early, used to doing so during the weekday, then you fall back asleep when you realize there’s no rush to start the day. Eventually your eyes re open to hushed whispers as Soap and Ghost have a quiet conversation.
You climb on top of Ghost and listen to what they’re talking about. Eventually Soap is the one who decides to get up and make some coffee. Then Simon follows and you’re left in the warm bed cradled by blankets. You don’t fall asleep but you lay around for a while until you hear the sound of clinking dishes.
The three of you sprawl out on the couch to eat breakfast, a show that you’ve been trying to watch together plays in the background. You get through a few episodes before Johnny gets angsty and goes for a morning run. Simon lounges with you on the couch as the morning turns to noon. With the book you had started reading laying against your chest you fall asleep again and the hulking man besides you does too.
This time you wake up to soft kisses being littered across your face. In your sleepy state you complain, that is until you see it’s Johnny back from his run and that he’s brought you pastries from your favorite bakery. Your eyes are closed while you let out content humming at the taste of the pastries.
You let Simon sleep some more and follow Johnny into the shower after you’ve finished eating. He washes your hair and you wash his. You tell him about the book that you feel asleep reading and he listens intently. You mess around with his wet Mohawk, making it look all sorts of silly ways. Your stomach rumbles and the conversation of eating something for lunch comes into play.
Slowly noon melts into evening and the evening trickles into night. Somehow you forget that Sunday scaries were ever thing. You end up back in bed with Johnny on one side of you and Simon on the other. Somehow sleeping all day only succeeded in making you sleepier and between you all you’re the first to fall asleep. You have no worries about the week ahead of you, not when you know that next Sunday you’ll be able to repeat this same day again.
If I ever get accused of my writing being ai cause I love me an em dash and a semicolon I’m gonna sob 😭 punctuation is a great way of adding tone to you’re writing!
Have you ever had that feeling of knowing that if anyone knew you for who truly are they would find you utterly unloveable. So for that reason you push everyone away so that none of them will ever be able to look at you and tell you to your face all the reasons no one ever sticks around long enough…
Well then you might need some therapy and you might really like my fic It Will Come Back! A COD zombie AU with Ghoap x Reader slowburn and a whole lot of angst. I use this fic to project my emotions so maybe you can do the same.
You yawn into your morning coffee, the steam giving you a brief reprieve from the morning cold. It’s early autumn and the street outside the shop is littered with leaves. Although the coldest months are yet to come you are quickly noticing how little warmth the walls around you hold. You set your styrofoam cup down on the counter, small wisps of heat escaping through the opening on the lid. Beyond the large trees with orange leaves you watch the gate of the graveyard, it watches you back, and a question lingers between you two: Where is Simon Riley?
You thought about preparing his flowers in advance but then reconsidered, thinking the shy man might not enjoy the thought of being thought of...well that’s just too much thinking on both ends.
It’s better to busy yourself. So you go to grab the broom to sweep and just as your hand lands on it the door is pushed open, emitting a soft jingle. You glance over your shoulder and it’s Mr.Riley, with company.
A bright smile takes over your face, “Good morning!”
The unknown man returns your grin. He’s dark and tall but still not nearly as tall as Simon. He holds his gaze on you and he gives you a polite “Morning, love.”
There’s a very clear juxtaposition between the two men standing in front of you. Simon’s gaze jumps around the shop, going from one set of flowers to the next, never letting his sight set directly on you.
You push some hair out of your face, taking a moment to gather yourself. You’re not sure why you need gathering but for some reason there are nerves stirring in your stomach. “Usual Sunday order for you Mr.Riley and Co.?” You ask already grabbing the notebook that your grandmother keeps with all of the usual clients arrangements.
“Yes, thank you.” Says Simon. You nod and begin making his arrangement, making sure to not mistake any flowers this time.
The other man leans slightly on the counter while you work, “Oh and can you make me a separate arrangement as well?” You look up and nod at his question. “Just few different colored mums.” There’s not much time for the silence to set in before the man is speaking again, “So when did you start working here? Si and I have been coming here for a while and i don’t think we’ve ever seen Linda miss a day.”
You let out a soft laugh, “That’s my grandmother for you, she’s never heard of a day off.” You hand Simon his blue arrangement before starting on the chrysanthemum set. “I started working here about 2 weeks ago, still trying to get a hang of everything. It’s nice to know that people are missing Nan, Linda. She’ll be right back in the shop as soon as she can be.” You wrap the mums up with a red ribbon and hand them to the man.
Simon takes this as his queue to pay and hands you a 20. You take the 20 and hand back 10. “A discount for last week, I realized later that I had messed up your arrangement.” He lets out a gruff grunt and nods, accepting the apology. You can only assume that you’ve deciphered his grunt correctly.
You finally catch the other man’s name when he is stopped by Simon from starting up another conversation, “You’ve already talked one of their ears off Kyle, come on.” The comment makes you smile, big man is a little funny. You have a feeling that you’ll be seeing Kyle and Simon again soon.
Sometimes, fanfiction is carefully plotted out stories, with plot points and call backs and themes that all tie it up in a meaningful and exciting way.
And sometimes fanfiction is, ‘Watch me do a fucking KICK FLIP off this cool sentence!! Also here's some sex'
Haven't posted a new chapter in a few months but finally Chapter 12 of It Will Come Back , my COD zombie apocalypse AU, is here!! If you love angst and slow burn and cats then you should read my silly fic :)
Shoutout to anyone who has been waiting for this new chapter to drop. I'm a very slow writer and a big procrastinator, but I still have so much love for It Will Come Back. I appreciate you guys!
Simon cracks a beer open while his phone rests between his shoulder and his ear. Just as he presses the rim of the glass bottle to his mouth a voice comes in through the speaker. "Look who's calling! I thought- hey get off that little lady. Sorry, Mary is in the stage of toddler hood where she climbs everything."
He chuckles, "S'alright, tell her Uncle Si says hi." Simon hears her do just that on the other side of the line.
Her attention is redirected towards him "Thought ye'd forgotten all about us, been a busy lad?" It’s half reprimanding and half joking.
Simon takes a swig of his beer, "Hardly, just the usual. Did have something to bring up to you though."
"Is it the Halloween party I been telling ye about cause Mary and Roan could nae conceive ye not coming."
He scratches at the light stubble on his cheek, "Eh, not about that but I don't know if-"
"Ye know ye can! Come on, I'll pay for the train ride if ye would rather not drive." There's the sound of toddler gibberish on the other side.
"I'll think about it Mave,” In the back of his mind a brunette tells him he has to go, he can’t let the wee babes down. But Simon never misses Johnny more than when he’s surrounded by faces that look so much like his.
There’s silence on the other side like Mave gauged all of his feelings through the wiring on the phone, “Alright, I interrupted ye what were ye gonna say?”
His throat bobs as he gulps down some beer, “Saw Meredith today, at Johnnys' gravestone.”
Mave gasps “Steaming Jesus, I’m sorry Si I dinnae think she would actually go.”
"Still got that narly look on her face whenever she sees me."
"Oh god, I'm really sorry. She was just going off about Johnny and I didn't even think about it before I was rubbing the headstone in her face. I'm really sorry Simon."
The glass bottle clanks against the table as Simon sets it down, "Groveling doesn't suit you. Just need to get back at you, since I'm always the one getting in trouble around here."
She lets out a breathy laugh, " Funny, I am truly sorry though. I know that headstone means a lot to you...I know Johnny means a lot to you."
" S' alright," Simon reaches across the table and opens the half full bottle of whiskey. With one hand he pours the amber liquid into a glass cup. It's a miracle there isn't a dent on the rim from how much Johnny used to drink from it. "How about you make it up to me by getting me that train ticket?"
On the other end of the line Mave lets out a holler, "I'm buying it right now! The kids are gonna be so excited. You should come a few days early if you can because Roan is gonna part of a Halloween play at school." She goes on for a while about how excited the kids are gonna be about their uncle coming over for Halloween. The glass full of whiskey never goes down. All Simon can think about is the sound of soft gulps and a bobbing adams apple, two things that never come. So the glass stays full. Maybe it'll be good for him to see some familiar faces after all.
I love posting consistently for like a month and then disappearing for three months. I’m actually so sorry to any of yall who enjoy my posts/writing cause I will forever be fading in and out of existence…anywaysss I’m back! (Again)
