#ironic that my first post isn't about gaz :(
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Himbo!Soap who is so smitten by how smart his partner is, always admiring them as they talk about their work/degree/college assignment
Himbo!Soap who secretly starts reading into some of the stuff they know so so much about, wanting to be able to ask question just so he can see the way their face lights up and hear the enthusiasm in their voice
Himbo!Soap who won't hesitate to show off his partner and their intelligence whereever the pair goes, praising them and loving how flustered they become
Himbo!Soap who coos at his partner as they lay in his arms late at night, telling them how pretty they look all fucked stupid by his cock
Himbo!Soap who pushes the mixed juices of him and his partner back into their hole, telling them to be careful or else their precious brain will leak out<3
#first time writing something like this#:3#ironic that my first post isn't about gaz :(#john soap mactavish#soap x reader#soap x reader smut#soap smut#john mactavish#john mactavish x reader#call of duty#call of duty smut#cod#cod soap#cod smut#cod mw#soap cod#john mactavish x gn reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#soap x gn reader#soap x female reader#soap x male reader#himbo bf#himbo soap#aspen writes
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Reality Star Gaz P2
Kyle isn't ready for anything serious which is ironic since he signed up to find his forever partner. He doesn't expect anything real to come out of it as he thinks most people just do it for the prize. What's odd about this show is that they don't tell you what the prize is. " So we can keep the feelings real and views up."
Kyle honestly doesn't know what to expect from this show since it has a broad variety of people and ages. After the audition, two days pass and he receives a text that says he has been accepted to progress to level two.
"What the hell is level two," Kyle asks himself as he reads the contract they sent. He thinks back to the girl he smashed into. Her hair was neatly pressed into a ponytail. Her ass was tightly clasped in her high-waisted jeans, her lashes accentuating her brown eyes. The way her lips pouted had him thinking about them on his-
Kyle signs the contract, hoping the girl also made it but not setting his heart on it.
Reader is ecstatic when she receives the notice that she got in. She wants to make a post but decides against it, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself. She heads straight to her computer, online shopping calling her name. If she was gonna do this, she was gonna do this the right way.
Reader who decides to search up the handsome man who rocked her shit. His name was Kyle... Kyle... come on brain, this could be your future husband you're talking about.
Kyle Motherfucking Garrick!
I remember his name tag lazily scribbled on showcasing his name. I type it into the safari search bar (still love my android girlies/people). The screen loads and an Instagram page pops up. My finger hovers over the link but I reframe from doing so. GazIz2Much, StickyRicky?, ThatmanKylee which is his Instagram name? Should I do this?
For some reason, I feel guilty. There's a possibility I could formulate a biased opinion about him. It wouldn't be the first time I've done that to someone. It is my own fault really, I've always been a hopeless romantice. Online dating has its ups and downs. Like making a perception of someone before truly getting to know them. Which is very dangerous when it comes to hearts.
I sigh and click out of the tab. I have to start preparing for what I'm gonna do to my hair, ' what will I tell my job?' I think to myself. Decisions, decisions decisions.
I have till the beginning of next month, so I have to get on my zoom. I can't believe I'm gonna be on tv!
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This is kinda a filler, my next post is gonna have the good stuff. I just have to figure out what love show to base it off of. Anyways hope you enjoyed, next post coming this week!!! Gonna be a long one I think.
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cod incorrect quotes #9
This one has a few more quotes since I haven't posted in a couple days. I've been enjoying this whole thing tremendously. Thank you for all the likes and reblogs! Love y'all ♡
the usual jazz, mainly Y/N/Reader stuff, platonic and romantic. Plus a sprinkle of Soapghost ♡♡♡
first speaking appearance for Graves! who'd have thunk? about time. In my defense, I had to do a lot of scrolling to get to him, okay?
- Lila
・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ ♛ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ━━✫・*。 ⊂ ノ ・゜+. しーーJ °。+ *´¨)
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Soap, tending to Y/N's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Y/N: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend. Ghost: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Y/N: FORTY-FIVE SECONDS?!? Ghost: No! Four to five seconds! Soap: Too late!!!
Y/N: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise. Ghost: I beg to differ. Y/N: Then Beg. (imagining the silence that would follow this brings me great joy)
Gaz: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate, or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Y/N: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.
Ghost: Soap and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's- Soap: Sentences. Ghost: Don't interrupt me.
Graves: I was arrested for being too cool. Y/N: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence. (a wild Graves appears!)
Y/N: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Gaz: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away. Y/N: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.
Y/N: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. Soap: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.
Y/N: Walking into a room Sorry I’m late… I was… doing things. Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder Graves: Out of breath THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.
Y/N: I prevented a murder today. Ghost, raising an eyebrow: Really? How’d you do that? Y/N: self-control.
Ghost & Soap: Please, we're begging you to go to a doctor. Y/N: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.
Y/N: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Gaz: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Y/N: Absolutely not.
Y/N: I made tea. Ghost: I don’t want tea. (bold-faced lie) Y/N: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea. Ghost: Then why are you telling me? Y/N: It is a conversation starter. Ghost: That’s a lousy conversation starter. Y/N: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.
Soap: I turned out perfectly fine! Price: Soap, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast. Soap: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!! Y/N, leaning over to whisper to Gaz: should we tell him it was actually Ghost? Gaz: nah Rudy: So he thinks a ghost made it, when it was actually our Ghost? Y/N: beautifully ironic, isn't it?
König: I’m going to take you out Y/N: great, it’s a date! König: I meant that as a threat. Y/N: See you at five! (god, I need to be taken out as well.)
・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ ∧_∧ (。・ω・。)つ━☆・*。 ⊂ ノ ・゜+. しーJ °。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”
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I love the Alex/Gaz stuff, anyway could get a short and angsty hurt/comfort where someone has Gaz to get to the 141 (this is when no one know where tf Alex even is but him and Gaz r already together) and like somehow he hears about it and just goes full protective/vengeful boyfriend to get Gaz back?
Maybe some hurt Gaz at the end and guilty Alex? Ofc happy ending plz ?
Smut or no smut whatevr is fine with me your writing is so good :)) <3
Love hurt/comfort! I never have an excuse to write it so thank you so much for the ask!
Also, this is a loose version Alex’s perspective to this post by my wife.
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Alex heard about it from the strangest of places. He was sitting in on someone being tortured, waiting to see if they gave them any information on his mission.
The person turned towards him and sneered. "Surprised you're not asking about him."
"Who?" Alex tilted his head. "Makarov?"
"Oh, you don't know?"
"Know what?" Alex knew the man was baiting him, but maybe he'd slip something more important in.
"Your little boyfriend. The posh british one. I know his team is looking for him. Surprised you aren't." He sounded so unbearably smug.
Alex heard a harsh ringing sound before he stood up. "I need to make a call."
He contacted Laswell with his radio. The mission required radio silence, so she was surprised to hear from him.
"Everything okay?"
"Where is Gaz."
"I'm assuming with Price. Why?"
"I have someone in the other room claiming he's missing. Call Price now." Alex sat next to his radio and waited. And waited. Before her voice came back on.
"I'm so sorry Alex. They’ve been looking for him but I wasn't told an-"
"Kate. You understand. Send someone else to finish this up."
"Good luck, Alex."
"Yes, ma'am."
Two hours. All it took. He beat the guy to a pulp before he finally admitted a location.
He doubted he could really account the next few hours of his life. The plane ride was too long. Talking with Price was too irritating. He wanted to yell at them. Then there was the utterly silent drive because Alex was holding his gun just a little too tightly for anyone to want to joke. Even fighting his way into the building was overshadowed by the sheer anxiety. Revenge was fun and all, but he wanted Gaz first.
He hadn’t called. Yes, he was on a mission and wasn’t supposed to but that hadn’t stopped them before. He should’ve called Gaz. He would’ve found out sooner. Could’ve helped.
Then, he found his sweetheart hanging by his hands from the ceiling. He had an iv in and his body swayed just slightly.
Alex went to check his pulse, but he jerked slightly. “He’s breathing. Thank God.” He heard them having a conversation around him, but he ignored it, getting Gaz down. He cradled him.
“I’ve got you.” Gaz looked so tiny. He barely felt like anything in his arms.
“I’ve got you.” Rage bubbling in his chest as he looked at them. "Why didn't you fucking call me earlier?!" He held Gaz, wanting to protect him from everything.
"God, he's so fucking light. Get out of my way. You fucking idiots. You should’ve gotten us!" Gotten me. He could’ve helped.
"We thought we could find him." Soap started, unable to look at Gaz.
"Clearly fucking not!"
"Stop fucking yelling at us! This isn't helping the situation!" Price snapped. Alex wanted to keep screaming. Wanted to yell and fight and go back and beat the corpses of all the people they had shot to get into the place.
"Gaz, I've got you. Please hold on." Alex held him close, carrying him. He held him tight, worried he’d bruise him. Once he sat down, he buried his face in Gaz’s neck and held him, not wanting to look at anyone else. All he could feel was Gaz, pressing into him. He smelled like concrete and iron and Alex hated it.
Logically, he knew he had to let go of him so the medics could help. It didn’t make it easier. Ghost had to pry his hands off of Gaz and hold his wrists.
“He’s a tough kid. He’s going to be fine.”
“No thanks to you.” Alex spat at him.
Ghost stared at him and just shook his head. He kept the hold on him though, not wanting him to interrupt the medics.
“Why him?”
“I don’t know. I guess he’d hurt us the most.” Ghost answered honestly.
Alex wouldn’t cry. Refused. Gaz needed him to be tough for both of them.
The medics gave him the okay and Ghost let go of him. He grabbed Gaz’s hand and set his head on the hospital bed.
He heard the click of the door, indicating Ghost had left, but he didn’t look up.
“Gaz. Come on, sweetheart. Wake up for me.”
“Come on...” He mumbled. They were pumping him full of fluids. Trying to fight off the dehydration he thought one of them said.
Alex kissed his hand gently. They looked normal. Like his hands always did. He waited. He didn’t know how long.
Vaguely, judging by the passage of time, he was pretty sure he fell asleep a few times, though he couldn’t remember doing so.
Gaz made a weak sound and Alex straightened. “Gaz??”
He whimpered, trying to pull away.
“hey, hey, sweetheart, its me. Just me. Alex.” He gently cupped his face, trying to get him to look at him.
“Hurts.”
“I know. I know. They didn’t want to give you anything in case you’d been drugged.”
Gaz nodded, grimacing and looking up at him. “You came.”
“Of course I did.”
“I didn’t think anyone was looking.” Alex felt like he had been stabbed.
No, this was worse than that. Maybe eviscerated.
“Gaz. I started looking as soon as I found out. I would’ve scoured the entire earth to find you.” Alex kissed each of his knuckles, looking at him adoringly. “Everyone else was looking too. I just... happened to get lucky.” He decided to stick with that. He could tell Gaz later about them not contacting him. Right now, Gaz needed reassurance more than anything else.
Gaz looked at him, something scarily blank missing from those eyes. “Promise?”
“I promise.” Alex answered desperately. He wanted Gaz to believe him more than anything. Besides maybe him being okay. Not being in this stupid hospital bed.
He should’ve called. Should’ve messaged Price to ask how Gaz was doing. Should’ve never taken a mission that required him to go radio silent at all.
He kissed him gently, holding him.
“I love you. I love you so much, Kyle Garrick. I promise I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” Alex did cry this time. Stupid. Gaz didn’t need to be dealing with him right now.
Gaz kissed him lightly. “Just stay for now.”
“Anything for you.”
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