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I have been informed (against my will) that I have a THIRD fanfiction that is extremely similar to the other two, for a third fandom i am in.

My question, however, remains the same.

Not me reading an old My Hero Academia fic I wrote in 2020 and realizing that I wrote an extremely similar fic for Call of Duty in 2022.

Damn. Am I unoriginal, or do I just have a type?

Not me reading an old My Hero Academia fic I wrote in 2020 and realizing that I wrote an extremely similar fic for Call of Duty in 2022.

Damn. Am I unoriginal, or do I just have a type?

This, and Every Other World (Prologue)

The night creeps in, cold but not unforgiving. Not with Simon laid under you, his body giving off enough heat to chase the chill away. You’re splayed over his torso, ear pressed to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. 

Meeting him, having him love you, it felt like a miracle. If things in your life had gone differently, would the two of you even have crossed paths? Would you have gotten the chance to be pressed against him like this, body sore in the best way from being ravished so thoroughly. Would your left hand have the ring he gave you on it?

You push yourself up, leaning over him a bit. His dark eyes flit open, finding you immediately. 

“You alright?” He asks, voice thick with interrupted sleep. 

You frown to yourself, reaching out to lightly run your fingers over his face. He hums softly, eyes closing a bit as he lets himself enjoy your touch. His lips part, just slightly, when you brush over them, before he catches your fingertips in the quickest of kisses. 

"Do you think we find and fall in love with each other in every universe?" 

The question jolts him awake, eyebrows rising as he peers at you in the darkness. 

"I don't know," He admits. "I've never thought about things like that." 

Such a Simon thing to say. It honestly didn’t surprise you that much that he’d never put any time into these kinds of thought experiments. But you were curious, and maybe a bit insecure, so you decide to press on with it anyway. 

“Can you try to think about it?”

“Alright, alright.” 

Idle Thoughts

Time is a human concept. Time has no affect on the Gods. That means the Gods (and those touched by the Gods) exist always, at all times. Literally.

The reason humans say they speak in riddles, is because their vocabulary is different. They use a mixture of old and new words, fitting them together in a way that only they can truly understand.

Simon "Ghost" Riley looks like his father, and he hates it.

He hates the way his eyebrows arch, hates his nose, his lips, his fucking eyelashes. All of it.

He's honestly grateful for his compulsive need to wear the mask following his capture and the deaths of his family. When he wears it, he doesn't have to look at his father every time he looks in the mirror.

But then comes you.

You kiss his eyes, his nose, his lips, and you take picture after picture on the rare occasions he allows.

You run your hands through his hair, brush your fingertips over his hated features, and you look at him like he's the most beautiful thing in the world.

You spoil him with affection, mask or no mask, but the way you light up when he pulls it from his head and lets it fall wherever he drops it, exposing his face to you...it makes him start to think that maybe...

Maybe his face was okay.

[A concept for a future CoD fic]

"Do you think we fall in love in every universe?"

The question jolts him awake, eyebrows rising as he peers at you in the darkness.

"I don't know," He admits. "I've never thought about things like that."

You frown, reaching out to lightly run your fingers over his face.

"What if we-"

[Do you have a favorite AU?]

In a world of soulmates, you're only ever told that when you find The One, you'll know. But they never tell you exactly how, because for everyone, it's different.

Simon goes through his life feeling the same about everyone he meets. No one gives him any weird butterflies or epiphanies, nor does he feel especially drawn to any one person.

He has friends and coworkers, and plenty of pretty women who bat their eyelashes in hopes that he was their fated partner. But never once had he really...cared. So when you come into the picture, he has no idea what the fuck is wrong with him.

Looking at you makes his chest feel heavy, touching you makes his skin itch, and being apart from you makes him feel like he's dying.

Your smile lights him on fire, your voice the only one that can pull him from any and every thought. All he wants to do is keep you.

When he asks Price about it, because he has no one else to trust, he gets an odd look, then a slow smile. Then his captain pats him on the shoulder, and gives him a fond congratulations.

It still takes him almost five years to accept you for what you are to him.

If anyone knows pain, it's Simon.

After years of torture and hard missions, his body aches in all kinds of ways. Most of his days are good, but when they're bad, they're bad.

He doesn't moan and groan about it, doesn't complain. To him, there's just no point in crying over something like that.

But then comes you.

You, who after an accident in your younger years, suffers from chronic pain. You who keeps it in, and doesn't tell him about it until he bends you the wrong way in bed and has you in tears, but not in the way he's used to. It drives him insane.

He questions you about it, demands to know why the hell you didn't say anything. And to his absolute horror, you just shrug, and tell him it's not a big deal. You were used to it, there was no point in crying about it.

Its a jarring moment, to see himself in someone he loves, and he's not sure he likes it too much. You have to take care of yourself, you have to tell him when you hurt. He can't help you if he doesn't know what's going on.

It's massively hypocritical, and he knows it, but he refuses to let you be. He watches how you move, pays attention to how you twitch and sigh and God does he feel like he's looking at himself some days.

Your house fills with remedies. Heating pads and reusable ice packs, ibuprofen and tylenol, teas and oils and whatever else he can get his hands on that are supposed to help.

And he starts to complain.

Whenever his ribs hurt, he heaves heavy sighs. When his knees are stiff, he groans. It's so exaggerated, you can't help laughing, but you're not mocking him. He makes it clear, that if you were going to keep your silence, he was going to let it out for you.

Curly x Reader snippet

The cockpit is dim, as always, but warmer than usual. He’s sure he has the heavy blanket tucked around him for that. Everything sounds normal, with soft beeps and the incessant rattle the ship developed after the crash. The only difference was the soft humming coming from his left. 

He turns his head slowly, the image of you filling his vision, sending butterflies rushing through his whole being. 

You were curled in the co-pilot’s seat, knees pulled close to your chest. You were focused on your nails, eyebrows furrowed as you scraped at them with a file as you hummed along to whatever song played in your head. Occasionally, a lyric or two would slip through your lips, your voice filling him with a different kind of warmth. 

Pretty. 

Your head snaps up, as if you’d read his thoughts. Or maybe he’d spoken out loud, he wasn’t totally sure. Your eyes find his, and you smile.

“Hi,” You say softly.

“Hi,” He murmurs, a smile creeping onto his own face. 

“You okay?” You ask, tilting your head a bit.

He just looks at you for a moment, really taking you in. Your uniform had been abandoned for something more comfortable, you’d likely traded places with someone just long enough to change but not leave him totally alone. Your eyes were tired, though that was nothing new, and God you were just…

“You’re pretty,” He says before he can stop himself. You make a noise, like you’d choked on air, and your face fills with color, pink dusting your cheeks and ears. 

“Wh-where did that come from?” You ask, letting out a nervous laugh. 

“My heart, I think,” He says, feeling awfully cheeky. You laugh for real this time, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. You open your mouth to quip back at him, but he speaks first. “I mean it though. You’re really pretty.” 

You pause, blinking at him real slow, thinking about how best to respond to him. Not that your hesitation was much of a surprise. His words came out of nowhere, surprising even himself when he’d blurted them out. He was honestly somewhat glad that you were taking your time to speak, rather than waving off what he’d said as a joke, or something he’d said out of exhaustion. 

“Thank you,” You finally reply. “You’re not so bad, either.” 

“You think?” He asks, feeling a grin stretch his face. 

“Mm. Very handsome,” You nod. 

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” 

The silence that falls between the two of you is long, but comfortable. You shift in your seat, moving to sit criss-cross rather than bunched in a ball, your gaze following him as he sits up and stretches the sleep from his limbs. Your eyes burn into him, making him grateful for the blanket still covering his lap. He couldn’t say why you looking at him like that made him feel this way, but it did. It gave him a surge of something, confidence or bravery or stupidity, it didn’t matter. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, hoping you saw the sincerity in his face. You make that choking noise again, eyes blowing wide and lips parting in shock at his question. The pink on your cheeks darkens to more of a red color, and his heart beats so fast he’s not sure he’ll survive to see tomorrow. 

With the finishing of Epic the Musical, I've been surprisingly wanting to write more Call of Duty fics. Maybe once Responsibility and Obligation is finished, I'll work on a new Ghost fic.

Me? Promoting fanfics on Tumblr just to get new readers?

It's more likely than you think.

John Price x Reader

Simon "Ghost" Riley doesn't have a family, not one that anyone knows about. But an unexpected event has him leaving base for the first time in a long time.

"We could all use a little break."

If only John knew that he'd end up wrapped around you.

If you dream it, do it (literally)

Wow wow wow

Can you believe I wrote this in a month? 2023 was a weirdly great time for me productivity-wise