#cod x teen reader

[cxlamarisalxmi]

Blue

[Platonic Headcanons]

c/w: suicidal thoughts and tendencies, angst, foul language, grief and loss

a/n: the trailer for modern warfare 3 was dropped and it’s due to release in November… obviously I had to do this <3 also.. totally not projecting my own feelings and struggles in here….. definitely not—

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• When you were younger you didn’t have much, your mother was absent your entire life after she had left you on your father’s doorstep after a one night stand and he didn’t have much before you were unceremoniously dumped into his life

• When he managed to bring himself to actually calm down he sat a moment to think things through, he wasn’t sure he was the father type and he wasn’t sure he could raise you properly— but he certainly tried

• And for you.. that was enough

• He did the best he could, you had no shame in admitting that, but in the eyes of an outsider it was never enough, he wasn’t making enough money for it to be enough.. now that you looked back on it there was only ever one thing you ever had to say about him—

“The bravest man I knew, he didn’t have a lot on his own.. had even less with me around but he made do. We made do. And he was more than enough for me.”

• He was murdered when you were sixteen, you remember in the trial regarding the case that it had something to do with being involved with the wrong people and those people had come to collect something he didn’t have

• His death tore you apart

• And because of it— you adopted a guarded and fiercely independent personality that made you seem cold to the outside world and the people surrounding you

• You joined up after that, with nothing to lose and a suffocating ache in your chest born of frustration and grief you had hoped this was you writing your death certificate and that the skeletal depicted, scythe wielding spirit would come for you sooner rather than later

• Driven to it by the desperation for a way out, anything to get rid of the searing ache in your chest, burning hot and angry like a smoldering fire that you didn’t see snuffing out anytime soon

• Only when you were gone from this world could you be freed from this pain, that’s how you saw it anyway, and that’s what you wanted… more than anything

• It was the loneliness of isolation that really drove you to your brink, you didn’t want to be alone… but you didn’t want to burden anyone with your issues that you couldn’t see resolving and you couldn’t bring yourself to believe you were deserving of it either— a vicious cycle

• After awhile with your team of marines you had gained the callsign; ‘Blue’ —for your rather glum outlook on life, and for the consistent and deep sadness you had that seemed to weigh so heavily upon you

• Things changed when you were put on a special ops team, having soared through your physical exams and grown to be a strong and capable individual it really came as no surprise your commanding officers sought to place you in a team that would strengthen and enrich your potential

• You struggled to find your place within the team at first, all of them having already been together long enough to form bonds stronger than anything, you felt like an outcast and maybe in the beginning you felt okay with that

• Because in the first months of your career within the team you still withheld any emotion other than indifference to a cold and bitter world that hadn’t done anything for you or in your favor

• So you didn’t make an effort to get close with any of them— not for lack of effort on their part, but for the self acknowledgment you had that you disregarded your life

• When Price had found out through Laswell that your mother was absent and your father passed three years ago he put the pieces together on why you outright refused to let yourself fall in line with them, input yourself into their tight knit family circle

• He learned that your father was your everything, how deeply you respected and admired him for everything he sacrificed for himself to give you more than what he had to offer, and everything made sense

• You didn’t want to involve yourself with them outside of work because you didn’t think your heart could handle any more loss of those close to you, but with the way you were going through life soullessly and reckless, he was sure you wouldn’t survive another damn day

• Another reason you didn’t want to get close to him and the rest of the team, because you didn’t plan to be alive for much longer

• And that bothered him, it twisted something in his chest and knotted up his stomach that someone so young couldn’t handle being alive anymore, didn’t want to stick around long enough to see just how much life had to offer if you opened yourself up to it

• It bothered him enough to corner you one night after a particularly harrowing mission in which you almost lost your life— he hated that you were irate you didn’t

• He didn’t want to force anything out of you that you weren’t ready to speak about, or make you uncomfortable in any way but he had to do this, else you’d deteriorate more and more until you were but a shell or worse— six feet in the ground (if you’d get lucky enough to be put in a coffin, but if he were to be honest and if he’d allow the reality to settle in his stomach you’d no doubt meet your inevitable end on the battlefield, another corpse at the feet of a government that didn’t care about you in the slightest)

• But he managed to get you to open up about it, managed to draw you out from within the thick and barbed barriers defending your broken and vulnerable heart and soul, and you wept everything to him, he just brought you in his arms and held you against his chest comfortingly and lovingly

• After that you had opened yourself up to the others too, and they were more than ready to accept your friendship and in the following months you had grown to love them and they you— you had fit well within their warmth and family

• In getting closer with them —Price most of all— you had developed a fiercely overprotective nature, refusing to let the world take them, take him who had shown you so much this life could offer to you, you wouldn’t lose Price or any of them like you lost your father

• It made you reckless with your life once more, only this time because you kept putting yours on the line for his sake, that made him angrier than when you were doing it just because you didn’t want to be alive anymore

• He shut that shit down real quick, and though you were certainly less inclined to be so quick to throw your life away, you didn’t quite quit being protective enough over your team to offer your life up instead of theirs

• Ghost hated to admit that you had quickly grown on him, past that prickly persona and cold indifference he had about him there was a hurt and broken shell of a man, a man named Simon that Ghost was built to protect and shelter

• You recognized the numb look in his eye, the fiercely guarded yearn for love from another— because you had been the exact same way, and you could easily see it through the barbed barriers he built around his broken and vulnerable heart

• It was easy for you to worm your way into said heart, because again— you knew that look, maybe you didn’t experience the same things but you both had been hurt by the world and the people within it enough to draw back into yourselves and construct a personality to protect the vulnerability you sheltered inside

• His was more aggressive sure.. but, that didn’t stop you from taking the initiative to chisel away at his thickly built concrete walls to access his center, the most tender part of him— Simon

• He was shocked by how quickly you managed to intricate yourself into his very short list of people he genuinely cares about, and maybe at first he fought it, fought how safe and comforted you made him feel, but after awhile he sort of just ran with it.. even grew to like it

• And you became the shoulder he could lean on, someone he could depend on you be there and have his back— he counted on you, and you were eager to show him he did not make a mistake in who he put his faith in

• And you hadn’t yet, missions were run a whole helluva lot easier now that you had fit yourself into their puzzle and connected yourself as an essential part of the well oiled machine their team turned out to be

• Gaz and Soap in their own ways had grown on you rather quick after Price managed to get you to let go of the suffering and pain you had weighing on your shoulders, and you surprised yourself by not really minding it

• They both were so unique in their own ways that made you fond of them, and they were both so eager to make you feel welcome and needed when you finally accepted the idea of family through bonds of blood and hardships

• You were an essential part of the team, they needed you just as you needed them.. and you’re really glad you had managed to find them when you needed it (not that you would ever say that to them, lest you wish to give Gaz and Soap egos the size of fucking Mars)

• Sometimes it was hard, there were some days that were tougher than others and some days where you wished you hadn’t woken up at all but your boys were always quick to help you through

• And you loved them more than anything, it took months after your first initial addition to the team for you to admit that to yourself— even longer to admit it to them.. but you did, well and truly loved them

• You would do anything for them, just as they would do anything and everything for you

• They couldn’t ever fill the ever prominent hole in your heart nor gaping pit in your soul but they overwhelmed your feelings of grief and sadness with home and warmth instead, so strong and comforting that you couldn’t even feel the lingering pain in your heart

• You’d go to Hell and back to protect that— go through anything and everything to protect your bond you shared with them

• Because they were worth it

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a/n: this feels kinda meh and they’re short.. but, definitely expect to see Blue more often, and maybe some other characters (reader) I’ve got in mind hehe <3

[viintxgephrxg]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 [ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

[ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ɢɪꜰ - ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ]

[𝐂𝐎𝐃/𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐔!𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑]

➤ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠: 𝖦𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇－ 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍��𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾

➤ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝖥𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖢𝖮𝖣 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖠𝗇𝗎𝖻𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 <𝟥

➤ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: 𝖧𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖮! 𝖬𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌! 𝖨’𝗆 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 ‘𝖠𝗇𝗉𝗎’ 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌－ 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖢𝖮𝖣 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽! <3

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[ᴜɴᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ]

[Y/Name] was no stranger to the deaths that plagued the military. Any branch and any squadron— the career was laced with it. And due to their duties they had to always be there for every one of them. Every single one.

And every single one continued to chip away at the strong and resilient mental fortitudes they had built to keep themselves from falling. From breaking.

Young men and women, a lot of them no older than at least 25. All of them had given [Y/Name] looks, regarding them with pain, sometimes anger.. even happiness in a few particularly unpleasant moments. In those cases they’d only wished those young adults had gotten the help they needed before it had been too late.

Older men and women that in a fit of despair and longing to be part of the living realm once more ask the reaper one of two things.

Did I make a difference? Did I matter?

And the Anubis avatar would always respond with reassurances and promises of comfort. Trying their best to make those aching souls of fallen soldiers pass to a better and more peaceful world.

You made a difference where it mattered. Of course you did— you still do. Look at all those who mourn you, look at all the success that follows your courage. Look at the change you fought so hard for.

It was the most they could offer to those souls, the best they could do at comforting someone who’d just passed on. Someone who was looking at their own body like an astral projection— longing to be settled within it once again. And mourning the fact they could not.

Yes, young [Y/Name] had long since built a thick wall surrounding their weakened heart and soul. To protect themself from the profound pain that transcends beyond their reach whenever they’re tasked with freeing a soldier’s soul from it’s mortal bonds.

Far too compassionate to greet the distressed and heartbroken souls with cold indifference and also far too broken themself to mourn for too long if at all.

A vicious cycle.

Regardless, this shouldn’t have been any different.

“Simon! Stay with me Si, goddammit!”

And yet—

“C’mon Ghost! Don’t die on us!”

—this was absolutely different.

Three men— kneeled down to cradle close a corpse. The fourth man of this task force. An exemplary team of elites fallen to their knees, begging for their brother to reawaken. To breathe a wheeze of pain, to cough as blood crawled up his throat— each one indicative of pain and discomfort but at least it would mean he was alive.

[Y/Name] could feel it. The profound hurt of heavy weighted trauma and the ache of deeply buried and suppressed memories and feelings. They felt the masked man’s pain, like titanium on their bones and swords in their heart.

It was a pain that was very muted, quiet and withheld in the very back of his mind. Kept bound and locked tight behind steel bars and barbed wire barriers. Like a monster of some kind— this man was handling his pain like a trained professional would handle a dangerous animal.

Aware of its presence, aware of the dangerous potential it had of overpowering him and devouring him whole. Aware that if he did not keep it locked up tight that it would eat away at him until he was a hollow shell of himself.

[Y/Name] could tell that he relatively already was, having endured so much damage to his psyche.. to his heart and his soul.

And within the confines of a defended part of his heart they found something interesting, there was vulnerability there. Vulnerability that was tainted with sorrow and pain. With fear.

[Y/Name] figured that this man must’ve built this masked persona to protect and shelter that vulnerability. To keep it safe no matter what, refusing to let it burn out just like the rest of his feelings and emotions— useless and unnecessary things that he let wither to nothing.

Was that why it felt different? Of course, they have encountered their fair share of broken men and women who enlist to be active duty. And they’ve met their fair share of soldiers that have been hurting for a very long time but somehow found the strength to keep going. This man was different, so drastically different from any they’ve met before. And as such, they decided on the calmest and softest approach they were capable of.

You have suffered long enough.

[Y/Name] stepped forward, there was an abrupt whooshing sound behind them followed by a dull clink as their Anubis appeared. Only visible to his avatar, and his avatar only visible to the spirits that have passed on. A cloaking technique Anubis had taught them. So they could do their duties without the interference of any mortals that happened to be nearby when they released the souls of the dead.

“Proceed with understanding and the compassionate heart I know you for my little jackal. For this man has suffered more than a soul ever should.”

The avatar didn’t answer, not verbally nor with a tick of their head. Simply nearing the group of men and reaching down to the one on the ground. Cradled close to the chest of the one with a silly mohawk. The man hurting and sorrowful as he held his beloved friend in his arms. Broken and gone.

[Y/Name] swallowed thickly to ignore the stagnant air of despair and grief that punctured through their defenses. Not quite dense enough to destroy their walls but profound enough to give them a little ache in their chests. Reasonably sympathetic— sympathy that was quick to evolve to empathy as they didn’t bother to withhold the pained grimace on their face.

“You are released,” they cited. Dutifully. Monotonously as they gripped the spirit’s hand. Pulling him free from his mortal body with a tug and heave. When they did— the men on the ground surrounding him only became more distressed. Mohawk especially, considering he was the one holding the masked man so close. So tenderly.

He must’ve felt when the man had passed on, there’s no way he hadn’t. And the avatar sympathized once again on his pain, it must not be easy feeling the once living, breathing body in your arms go still. Go cold.

They couldn’t have imagined it was fun experiencing that, and they were understanding of the man’s begging. Of his cries of denial.

But they didn’t dwell for long— they had a job to do.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

They still had their hand clasped in the masked man’s and he gripped them harder when he had gained enough sense to start asking things. He had a million questions and even more conclusions— of that, [Y/Name] was sure. And they would be happy to answer them all, but it was always best to ease them into the truth of what had occurred—

“Is— is that me?”

—or not.

[Y/Name] winced, they used the grip on his hand to squeeze gently. It drew his attention back to them and there was an obvious stitch in his brow, furrowed i’m confused frustration as he regarded them. They softly exhaled through their nose.

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

He regarded you for a dull moment, his expression neutral and withheld— strong in his defiance to give anything away. Why it mattered, you did not know.

But then his look changed, like the flick of a switch his eyes were suddenly filled with mournful regret and reluctance. Refusal to accept what he was seeing, what has occurred.

“No, no I can’t— I can’t die.. they need me.”

[Y/Name] felt a twist in their stomach, an itch in their chest that they couldn’t quite scratch. They realized but a second later that they felt sorry for the poor guy, the way he looked broken and beat down. They had to admit they admired his loyalty— defiant in the face of a reaper in hopes of finding his way back to his body. To be reunited with the family he was leaving behind.

“You needn’t worry about them,” [Y/Name] soothed, still holding his gloved hand in their own they squeezed it reassuringly and he found his attention back to them once more. “They’ll be alright.”

“But.. Makarov—”

“They will handle it.”

[Y/Name] watched as he swallowed thickly, a subtle twitch in his brow to display his discomfort without saying it outright. They could tell by the way his eyes fell, the look held within those rich brown irises that he was fighting himself.

Simon wasn’t even sure why he was so reluctant to follow his reaper to the afterlife, he’d known he would die on the battlefield since the very beginning. It was not a new concept to him and it was not something he was afraid of. But still, he felt.. hesitant to leave his team behind. Was it that ever-going loyalty and sacrificial nature he had gained as a Lieutenant? Or did these men really mean that much to him? He hoped it was the former— too afraid of his feelings to admit that in reality it was most likely the latter.

The thing is; he hadn’t really expected to be met with a reaper in the first place. He spent his long, and quite frankly rather miserable existence, hoping death was what he had craved his whole life. Peace. Peace and rest.

If he had a reaper did that mean they were to guide him to that? Lead him to the very thing he had yearned so achingly for since that miserable Christmas so many years ago?

He shouldn’t be reluctant to go, he shouldn’t feel remorse for being selfish for once in his entire life. This is something he wanted.. this is what he was owed.

“Okay… I’m— I’m ready.”

[Y/Name] smiled softly at him and nodded minutely. Then, with the grip they had on his gloved hand, turned and walked away from the scene.

Simon didn’t have any choice but to follow, swallowing thickly once again to push down the ache that had crawled up his throat. He followed the reaper by hand as they walked but he kept his eyes on his teammates— on his corpse as they guided him away from his death.

He felt a sudden ache at the way Soap— Johnny was holding him so close. So lovingly. And as he got further and further away, as their silhouettes slowly became more and more distorted and faded he had only a few words to utter passed his lips. “Forgive me.”

Simon, in some small part of his heart, felt like he was doing the wrong thing. He was in the wrong for choosing to pursue the peace he craved over selflessly giving it up in order to live on. He’d still be unhappy sure, but his team would still have him. He’d be there to watch their backs, offer a shoulder.. be their brother.

He came to the realization that even if he did choose to be selfless— the reaper wouldn’t have granted him a second chance at life anyway.

“Was I to die no matter what? You couldn’t have offered me my life?”

The teenager he was addressing looked at him with a tight expression on their face, unbeknownst to him, this is something a lot of people asked them. People who were not done with their lives, people who begged them for a second chance— to see things beyond their reach, to experience the incredible wonders the world had to offer them. [Y/Name] had no shame in admitting they felt bad about denying them every time.

As the avatar to Anubis they would only release and guide the souls of those who’ve passed. They only encountered those truly dead.. not those who have close calls.

“Yes you were, I could not offer you more time as you do not have any.”

At the confused furrow of his brows they explained further.

“Everyone that is born has a certain stretch of time attached to them, it is essentially a clock on their life. I’m able to see these numbers in accordance with my duties but they aren’t visible to anybody else.”

“And mine—” He trailed off expectantly.

“Reached zero.” They filled.

Simon went silent after that, understanding of his situation and accepting of the fact nothing could’ve been done to change the outcome. He was dead.

In his silence he took the time to gather his surroundings, everything was pure white. Starkly contrasting to his and his reaper’s dark gear. For a brief moment he thought he was in heaven.. but he quickly shot that idea down. There was no way a man like him could ever get into heaven, not with the war crimes tagged to his person and not with all the morally wrong things he’s done in his career.

The atmosphere of the environment still bewildered him, and it confused him enough to want to ask his reaper about it. The reaper whom still hadn’t let go of his hand, of course he wasn’t naive and childish enough to assume it was because they thought he needed the comfort. It was probably the only way they could move his soul to the Afterlife. If he lost physical contact with them he had the inkling of an idea that he’d be trapped here in this blindly white landscape. Isolated and alone.

Still, he felt grounded as he held their hand. And he had no qualms against the action, their touch was comforting and warm against his palm. And he felt at ease as they guided him along.

The question in the back of his mind remained though, and he willed it passed his lips with an air of muted confusion.

“Where are we?”

“Hm, some like to refer to it as ‘Purgatory’— the path between worlds. The bridge to destinations.”

“Is that what it is?”

“Essentially.”

Their walk continued on in silence once again, and the young teenager had the mind to only speak when spoken to first. Allowing the masked man to quell in his acceptance and smiled when they could feel the muted excitement he held beneath the surface.

They hoped he would enjoy wherever it was they were bringing him to, see, [Y/Name] didn’t usually get to see the souls’ chosen afterlife. Choosing to step back after releasing them and allowing them the freedom they deserved to build their perfect paradise where they could find their eternal happiness.

But again.. this man was different. He was so deeply broken that the Anubis avatar felt somewhat obligated to guide him to his restful peace themself. So they did.

Seconds later he spoke up once more, and [Y/Name] could feel the twitch in his chest, tightly wound and moving uncomfortably beneath his skin.

“I’m— …afraid.” He admitted in a bout of courageous honesty. Effectively breaking the silence between them with his words. They recalled Anubis’ words to them, and approached him as gently as they could.

“Do not be afraid, there’s no more to fear in death than in the changing of the seasons.”

Simon huffed at that, he didn’t want to think there was anything to be feared in the afterlife. But now that he was face-to-face with his reaper he wasn’t so sure. The Angel of Death had come for him, and he did not know where they were taking him.

He hoped —in a moment of vulnerability— that it was somewhere nice… somewhere quiet. Where he could finally rest and be at peace away from a world of trial and tribulation. Away from a world that had spat on him at every turn, cruel and inhumane was the life he suffered through. Now, he only hoped for peace. That’s all he could ask for.

The change was slow, sluggish as it claimed the white landscape surrounding him. Colors began to appear, slowly ever so slowly as they walked the world around him changed before his very eyes. And suddenly they weren’t in Purgatory anymore— but standing before a cabin surrounded by forest. It was in this environment when the reaper finally released his hand in favor of crossing their arms over their chest.

“This is the Afterlife?” Simon queried, he wasn’t entirely sure of his surroundings. They were oddly.. homely. Comfortable.

The darkness the night sky overcasted the landscape with was cozy and peaceful. Stars shining bright above, stamped into the night sky as dazzling speckles across a spanning space of deep blue and golden clusters of constellations.

The surrounding forest was alive with the background chirping of crickets. Melodically coupled well with the sounds of nocturnal animals croaking and howling, filling the night air with crackled bursts of life. An owl call twists Simon’s head to the woods he and his reaper stood before, the raptor calls again and a sense of serenity abruptly erupts within. Bright and delightfully warm, alight in his chest and settling in his stomach.

But the warmest and most homely piece of this concocted paradise was the small cottage in front of him. Two-stories tall and wide enough to be a home but not too wide it’s size is overwhelmingly obnoxious. There was a wrap-around porch complete with a swinging bench swaying in the soft breeze. The light coming from within was pale and bathed the outside plants and shrubbery at the base of the wooden cottage in a gorgeous, golden glow. Somebody was home— there was smoke coming from the chimney. White fog curling as it flowed out through the gap at the top.

Simon felt a twinge of jealousy disturb that warmth he’d previously felt, and he turned to the reaper at his side slightly peeved they’d bring him here. Show him something he could not ever have before finally delivering him to whatever hell was awaiting him… the hell he knew that he deserved.

“Why did you bring me here?”

[Y/Name] elected to ignore the slight snarl in his tone, choosing instead to focus more on the way his voice lilted with misery and confusion. The soft notes of despondency in his voice as he addressed them. The crestfallen gleam in his eye that glinted at them. “This is the Afterlife.”

Simon’s brow twitched, the previous twitch of jealous frustration now more bubbled into confusion as he regarded them with a furrowed brow.

“What?”

“The Afterlife is however you imagine it to be, I do things this way so wayward souls —lost and hurt— can finally be at peace. Finally find the happiness that evaded them so long in their time being alive.” They explained, all with a soft and understanding look on their face. Compassionate and careful as they looked at him.

“This is my—”

“This is yours.”

Simon was quick to face the small cottage once more, his heart was racing as it beat thunderous in his ears. A childish excitement he hadn’t felt since he was a little boy warming his chest once again. It was when he saw shadows and silhouettes moving through the house that he felt the warmth burst inside. Electrifying him as it buzzed beneath his skin.

He didn’t understand the fundamentals of this being dead thing— surely he shouldn’t be able to feel such things as a wandering soul right?

“It is normal to feel such things.”

And there goes his reaper again, reading him so drastically easy and careful that he could’ve sworn they were inside his head. Maybe they were.. again, he was new to this whole ‘being dead’ thing.

“You may not understand it, and it may not make much sense to you if at all. But your soul is the truest and purest part of you, it’s where your feelings are born and where your vulnerability is kept sheltered and safe. Of course you’d feel your feelings, wether it be excitement or pain.”

For a kid, they’re awfully mature. And that was something he acknowledged silently. He didn’t know when he had turned to face them during their tangent but he found himself staring at the side of their face. He blinked when they turned to look at him, holding strong eye contact and regarding him gently once again.

“Go on Simon,” they nodded their head to the cottage with an encouraging smile. “They’re all waiting for you.”

“Waiting—”

“Just go.”

Simon wasn’t sure. Surely, a reaper —supernatural being tasked with guiding and guarding lost souls— wouldn’t bring him to a place where he would only find more suffering right? He didn’t expect it out of this particular reaper either, regardless of the age they appeared to be they seemed so understanding and kind.

So he pushed down his reluctance and anxiety at approaching the cabin and willed forth the courage and bravery he found in being a soldier instead. Squaring his shoulders and marching down the stone path straight up to the front door.

[Y/Name] watched carefully as he paused at the bottom of the steps and turned back to face them. They gave him a single encouraging nod, and they watched as he took a deep breath before turning to face the front door again. Taking two long strides up the stairs and two more steps to reach the front door.

Again, the avatar watched as he hesitated before he raised his hand and knocked three times on the door.

Simon was so wholly unprepared for the person that answered the door. Seeing her face again, so beautiful and loving as she looked at him in utter shock. A wave of emotion suddenly upturned him, and the tears welling up in her eyes as she reached up to gently cup his face were enough to destroy his dam. Tears of his own aching behind the backs of his eyes as they were drawn forward before streaming down his cheeks in thick rivulets.

“Si?”

“Mom.”

[Y/Name] couldn’t help the grin that tugged at the corners of their lips as they watched the reunion unfold. A traumatized and deeply hurt man reverting back to a little boy in the arms of his mother. This is what gave their job purpose and meaning, this was what they had stuck around as Anubis’ avatar for so long for. This.

“Well done, my little jackal.”

And they were gone, back to the real world with their God and back to the duty of helping others find their peace as they had done for Simon.

Simon who turned back to the forest to thank the reaper that brought him here only to rear back when he saw they were no longer there.

“What is it?”

He exhaled quietly at the disappointment he felt at his reaper’s disappearance but didn’t push it past the minor feeling in his chest. A feeling that was overwhelmed by the feeling of joy, happy finally—

“Nothing, Ma.”

“Come inside, everyone will be so happy to see you.”

And Simon followed without fight, no longer reluctant to be here so long as this is the Afterlife that awaited him. Still, mentally he offered his gratitude and hoped somewhere, wherever the reaper was due next.. they could feel it.

Thank you.

You’re welcome Simon.

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➤ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖨’𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗒－ 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽! 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 ‘𝖠𝗇𝗉𝗎’ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾! 𝖨𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗈

[saturncodedstarlette]

[What if Ghost & Y/N were childhood friends]

Teen!Y/N, holding Simon’s hands : I was gonna say- if in ten years time, the two of us aren’t married—

Teen!Simon, blushing :

Teen!Y/N : —let’s promise each other… ☺️

Teen!Y/N : to hunt each other down for sport ☺️

Teen!Simon : ……😐 to hunt each other for sport??

Teen!Y/N : Did you just agree? 😄

Teen!Simon : I-i was hoping you’d say— “let’s just get married”

Teen!Y/N : OH— 😳

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

HOME || CHILDHOOD BFF! SIMON 💔

Summary:

Teen Simon and his best friend often spend their nights away from their respective houses because they found a home in each other…

Pairing:

teen!Simon x teen!F!reader

Content Warnings:

This fic gets dark. It references Simon's backstory (from '09), child abuse, domestic violence, child death, arguments, injuries, abandonment issues, drugs, sex, alcohol, youth homelessness, etc.

Check every chapters' tags/cw for specific warnings.

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Canon Ending (Hurt/No Comfort):

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Non-Canon Ending (Hurt/Comfort):

Alternative Ending

Extras:

Home: Moodboard

Home: Playlist

1st Attempt at a Happy Ending (I don't like it)

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[yandere-kokeshi]

Platonic yandere mW2 with a fighter teen reader? If it's ok 🥲

— Yandere Platonic TF-141 with boxer reader

Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about boxing and fighting, and teenager shenanigans.

A/N: since you didn’t specify, I did this poly and boxer reader cuz why not! Hope you enjoy <3!

It’s one way to scare the living shit out of them. 

While they’re happy you found something you are confident and happy with, it also terrifies them of you getting severely hurt; especially if your opponent is larger. No matter how much you reassure them saying you’ve done this since you were a tween, or being trained professionally, they’re immediately babying you and trying to remove you from it. 

Gentle manipulation is what they’ll do — telling you the percentage of injuries, making you afraid of it, or how you’ll end up hurting yourself. 

But as soon as they see you enjoy it, running out of the house despite their strict rules, it tells them you aren’t stopping anytime soon. Finally, they set their foot down and shrug their shoulders; essentially supporting your decision. Just as long as you don’t try to join prizefighting, they’ll allow it; making you promise to take care of yourself, letting them join your rounds at some point, and taking needed breaks. 

Within a few weeks, they migrate into your schedule and like to watch you train and even participate. If you don’t have the equipment, it’s where all their money goes — getting supporting bandages, gloves, punching bags, and possibly a ring. 

Each of them takes turns on training you, which can be fun or a disaster. 

Simon isn’t nice nor easy going against; he tries to go easy, but with his size and stance, he knows how to read your next moves. He lets you get the first jab, or block, but he wants to help you train and be ready whenever, so he’s ruthless. 

Price is the same — but gentler, praising you or telling you something wrong; easily smirking with a, “Atta’ kid!” when you achieve the goals. 

Johnny and Gaz are agile, have much energy and are quite relentless with their dodging. It’s a good fight to go against em, especially since both of them share their liking of joking within the trail. 

If they can’t personally train you, they find someone trustable to train you. And by chance, they come when you’re still training, they all love to sit down and watch you. Johnny and Gaz love hyping you up, both of them throwing bets that you’ll win each time, and sighing out when you do, because the other one gets to help you. 

Price and Simon watch you closely, cringing when you get hit, but smiling when you get up. They also love supporting you silently with cold water, and helping you with re-bandaging your hand-wrappings. 

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[lycheedr3ams]

Sorry but in the most feminist way, König is an alpha male. I can’t help myself

[nyushkawritesstuff]

People be saying "minors dni" and then interact with stuff that was so painfully obviously written by a fourteen year old that came straight from wattpad smh

[fictionalmenxyn]

What the Task Force and Los Vaqueros would be like if they were your dad!

(teenager edition)

Ghost

He’d obviously be protective of you. He loves you dearly and he didn’t expect to love someone so much all his life he thought he could never love again till you were born.

Although he may be protective he does like to teach you things like combat or anything that can help you protect yourself in certain situations. He loves seeing you feel proud of yourself for doing said task.

He actually and deeply enjoys spending time with you. Either if it’s going to a local fish shop or sitting on the sofa watching crime/ horror movies.

He knows that school doesn’t teach you the true ways of life so he decided to teach you what it’s like being an adult and the lessons of life. Although you do still go to school.

He would also spoil you as he doesn’t quite know how to be a proper father as his isn’t the greatest. But you and him know he really try’s his best to be a great father which you praise him for.

He’d bring you gifts from the places he went while he was away and you’d ask what the place looked like scenery wise.

When he’s home I feel like he’s definitely the type of dad that like to be ‘outdoors’ in certain ways like he’d ask if you’d like to go out and walk up a mountain or go on a hike.

If your not into stuff like that he’ll ask what things your into and try his best to have knowledge of what you like to do or enjoy.

If your into video games he isn’t that bad at them in all honesty. Feel like he’s more into zombie games or war games. If you offered him to play a game of Minecraft for example he’d probably make a small hut out of the trees around him then find himself a dog and name it Riley.

If your into reading or drawing he’ll ask about how you book or art piece is going and if he could buy or do anything to help.

If your into cooking then you’ve got yourself the best taste tester. Feel like he’s a dad that will want to be there as much for you as possible since he is always away. He’ll definitely like to try new foods or snacks you make then he’ll give an opinion on it.

If you get into a fight at school, he’ll looked annoyed especially if the teachers are around but as you get in the car he’ll tell you he’s proud as he taught you to fight and protect yourself.

Although he isn’t the one for feelings or emotions he’ll ask how you feel and if you want to vent. Then he’ll listen closely and ask questions then help you try to find a solution or something to help.

Soap

Feel like he’s the best friend type of dad. Like a best friend bond but he still shows his dad side when needed.

Loves to watch movies together with popcorn. He will let you pick and you’ll both watch it. If it’s a Netflix series god help you both. You’ll both binge watch the series and then anything that correlates to it like a side show or movie and binge that.

Later back type. Let’s you do whatever as long as it’s not drugs, drinking alcohol, etc. But besides that he’s pretty chill.

Definitely let’s you sleep in if your not well or for school holidays as he’s probably sleeping in himself. He loves lazy day. If you both feel like today is a lazy day, you’ll both wear your pyjamas all day relax and watch your favourite movies or play games.

Would like to have a hobby or any type of interests you both enjoy doing so you can do them together and have some quality time together.

Ghost is your godfather, even if Ghost doesn’t believe in god or he does your now his godchild and to be completely honest Ghost doesn’t mind as he prefers you over your dad.

Price

Definitely the ‘dad’ stereotype

Loves to spend quality time with you as he’s always busy and he doesn’t get to see you much.

Feel like he loves hosting bbq’s and he’ll ask you if you want to bring some friends and if their parents want to join as he says he cooks up a storm especially with stake.

Teaches you useful things and life lessons for the future. He teaches you about money management, cooking, how to clean a wound, taking care of yourself when ill or anything else that could come as handy.

You and Gaz have a sibling bond. You’ll even joke around and ask if Gaz could be adopted to your family. When he’s away you’ll take your dad to check up on him then do the same with Gaz but also send him TikToks as you know it makes his day.

Loves going out and spending the day with. Going on walks to eating some food by a nice view or climbing mountains if that’s what your into. He just wants to spend some time with his child.

If you like reading or writing, he will offer you to use his office while he does some paperwork or just sit there and maybe read his own book.

Alejandro

Definitely the ‘fun’ or ‘your friends love him’ type of dad.

Dilf (tbh all of them would be ngl😂)

Teaches you to cook like him or you show him your food tech (school taught) cooking and if he teaches you certain things you’ll make it in school and the teacher will be impressed.

If you have a dog he loves going on walks while talking to you. Anything that comes to mind you’ll both talk about. If you feel upset or anxious he’ll ask if you want to go on a walk and vent to him (if you feel comfortable) and like Ghost he’ll ask you about it and help find a solution.

Rudy is your uncle/godfather and Rudy is proud to be it!

If your not Spanish (if your mother isn’t) he’ll teach you some words that could help you and then he’ll teach you sentences and then conversations. And he’s proud when your able to speak any word especially if you can speak fluently.

Laid back but wants to know about your whereabouts and if your safe. So every few hours he’ll send a ‘are you ok?’ Text or ‘let me know if you want to be picked up’ and he will pick you up.

Rudy

Down to earth/nice and chilled type of dad.

Like to know about any new interests or hobbies you have so he can ask and maybe buy you stuff for the hobby or interest.

Like to take you out so you can have some ‘dad and daughter time’ so he will ask where you’d like to go and he’ll take you.

Brings snacks or food to your room if you feel upset or you both want to hang out sometimes even if you have friends staying the night.

Loves to have one to one conversations as he can’t always be home cause of work. Sometimes you’ll both watch a movie or go on drives and talk.

Alejandro is a proud Uncle no doubt. He spoils you when you see each other. Definitely mess around together and sometimes play pranks on your father.

Buys you trinkets or small note books to write in. He’ll try and take photos of the nicer scenery when he’s away so he can send it to you.

[cerise-on-top]

Hello :3 and it’s completely okay if not of course but could you do a Kate laswell x chubby s/o, your work is amazing btw :)

Hello! Thank you! Don't worry, I've written about Farah with a chubby reader before, so I can do Laswell as well :-)

Laswell with a Chubby!S/O

As long as you’re healthy and doing just fine, Laswell really couldn’t care less about what you look like, so she really doesn’t mind you being chubby. In fact, to her it’s a  sign that you’re eating well enough. However, she will sometimes make sure that you don’t gain too much weight by eating too much sugar or other things that are unhealthy for you. Something along the lines of diabetes can be fatal very easily, and she really doesn’t wanna lose you to something that could have been prevented. She won’t always go out of her way to make sure you don’t eat a lot of sugar, she won’t monitor what you eat either, but she will make you aware and wants you to be careful. I know this could cause some disagreements among the two of you, but she just really wants you to be well. However, that doesn’t mean she wants you to change, not in the slightest, she loves you as you are. As long as you’re healthy you can do what you want.

Laswell isn’t a very physically affectionate person in general, so she won’t really do much in regards to hugging or cuddling you and using you as a pillow. Sure, she’ll give you the occasional hug and squeeze you a bit, but she knows there’s a chance you might be insecure about being chubby so she won’t go out of her way to make you aware of your being chubby too much. You’re beautiful in her eyes either way, it doesn’t matter to her how chubby you are.

If you ever feel down in the dumps about it, she’ll reassure you that you’re lovely as you are, that you don’t need to lose weight in order to be the prettiest person she’s ever seen. And she really does mean it. Again, she won’t be too touchy with you, but she’ll use her words to convince you that you’re worth so much more than you believe, that all those people hating on you are simply too insecure about themselves to see just how great you are. Laswell loves you and it shows through her actions and her words. However, she will support you if you do decide to lose weight. Might sometimes allow you to have a cheat day or two, though.

[simp-nerd-16]

person a: Yesterday I overheard Y/N saying "are you sure this is a good idea?" and person b replying "trust me" and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

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person a: giyuu, sanemi, chuuya, kunikida, nanami, megumi,geto, choso , levi, sasuke, daichi, ukai, takeda, iwa, osamu, suna, kita, sakusa , semi, bakugo, miruko, atsuhiro, kurugiri, kendo, shinso, aizawa, bruce wayne, dick, alfred, cassandra, luke, clark, diana, raven, cyborg, zitanna, jaime, ghost, price, alejandro, graves, kaz, steve, bucky, bruce banner, thor, stephen, gwen, miguel, peter

person b: tanjiro, rengoku, tengen, zenitsu, inosuke, dazai, gojo, toji, itadori, nobara, mahito, eren, naruto, hinata, noya, tanaka, makki, mattsun, oikawa, atsumu, tendou, goshiki, denki, kirirshima, mina, sero, deku, aoyama, mineta, hawks, dabi, toga, shigaraki, spinner, monama, hizashi, oboro, jason, damian, tim, steph, duke, connor, jon, barry, hal, steve, beast boy, kidflash, starfire, soap, gaz, rodolfo, konig, jesper, wylan, nina, tony, sam, wanda, loki, pavitr,hobie,miles

*the colours for person a co-ordinate with the colours for person b :)

[saturncodedstarlette]

Teen!Y/N, lays head on desk : I hate studying. I can’t wait for high school to be over.

Soap : Working is not much better, you know?

Teen!Y/N : Yeah, working sucks but at least you get paid for your suffering. The only thing high school gave me is crippling depression and anxiety.

[savvywavvy96]

what kind of posts would you guys like to see from me?

filler bi han image #2 !!

[yandere-kokeshi]

Hi love hru anyways this has been on my mind all day Yandere dad ghost with a kid who has chronic pain or constant migraines

— Yandere Dad-Ghost with gn kiddo who suffers from constant migraines

Warnings: yandere behavior, descriptions of migraines, and mention of marijuana.

A/N:  I'm well, hru?! And I decided to go with constant migraines, enjoy :)!

Everything Platonic, nothing romantic!

He just wants to hug you and take it all away. He’s had his fair share of a migraine, especially with cluster headaches; during or after work. This said, he ensures to care for you and treat you like a baby for how long it takes until it goes away.  

No matter how long you’ve had this, he’s worried like a mother hen. He’s the type of person to never show it, and even if you can’t read his expression at all, you can see it in his actions. On his days off, he’ll pick you up from school, and take you home whilst planning on making your favorite food for dinner. 

Every effort he makes is for you and for making you feel better — staying home and clearing his schedule, talking in a soft tone and not wanting to aggravate your head more. He cooks you food and makes tea that’s easy for you, and limits the time for any electronics. 

Dad! Ghost knows that migraines have triggers, and he’s confident in trying to find it out. And if he does, he tries to reduce the intake of it. If it’s food, or a certain ingredient, he tries to avoid it. 

Stress? He’s immediately searching for the cause. Sleep deprivation? He’s having you go to bed earlier, and if he has too, he’ll sleep with you so you can have the right amount of sleep. 

With reducing the pain, he’ll have you try out temperature therapy or get you prescribed Maxalt. Using OTC pain relievers, acupressure massages, and dark spots for relief. Having you lay down in his bed and large blanket, covering the windows and using a white-noise fan to help you fall asleep. 

He’ll go as far as take you to a cardiologist in case it’s a hidden heart issue; and if he reads well with you, he’s even willing to experiment with pot and CBD. 

At times, you worry yourself. Everything can become too much, and you stress about school — Dad! Ghost tells you not to worry, and he does everything himself; emails to your teachers, and does your homework himself. 

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★ Welcome to my Blog ★

Helloooo! My name is Caspian! I also go by Cassy or Casper! Up to you. I'm transmasc, autistic, and I have a few other disorders! I write when I get the chance to but I have to work around school, work, and rasining a almost three year old cat!

♰ Fandoms I write for ♰

- Call of Duty / Modern Warfare

- Marvel

- DC

- Teen Wolf

- The Maze Runner

- The Walking Dead

- Mortal Kombat

- The Last of Us : HBO

- Wednesday

- The Outsdiers

- Scream

- Stranger Things

- Monster High

- Shameless

- Hunger Games

- Overwatch

- Descendants

- Avatar

- Red, White, and Royal Blue

- Twilight

- Lab Rats

♰ Things I Write ♰

- Headcanons

- Oneshots

- Multi - chapter stories

♰ What I'll Write ♰

- Male reader

- Non binary / Gender neutral reader

- Undescriptive smut / smut mentions

- Platonic relationships

- Romantic relationships

- Headcanons / stories that are not x reader

- Angst

- Fluff

- Reader x Canon

- Reader x OC

- OC x Canon

- Mentally ill reader

- Child x Adult ( platonic )

- Gore

♰ What I'll Write if Asked ♰

- Fem reader

- Queer platonic relationships

- Cargiver ! Character

- Little ! Character

- Canon x your OC

♰ What I Won't Write ♰

- Ince$t

- Child x Adult ( romantic / queer platonic )

- Very graphic smut

- Smut between minors

★ Important Links ★

Material List - wip

Personal Links - wip