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sky-is-the-limit · 5 months

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One big thank you to Elliot Knight. Thank you for playing Kyle and thank you for looking like a fucking Greek God and being the hottest MW character and though the Gaz nation isn't as big, we're definitely the luckiest bc GOD DAMN BOY I'M GOING FUCKING INSANE-

(I'm literally Greek so I can confirm, I sacrifice goodies to him every good ol' Tuesday evening)

#also this live brought back my motivation and inspiration to write SO THANK YOU YOU SWEET BEAUTIFUL FUNNY MAN #he's like the hotter version of Lewis Hamilton i said what i said #cod #call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #gaz #kyle gaz garrick smut #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #gaz smut #gaz x you #elliot knight #cod smut #task force 141 #cod 141 #141 x reader

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groguspicklejar · 4 months

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"i licked it so it's mine" but it's you edging the fuck out of Gaz as he's apologising for going to the store grab a few snacks for you while dressed in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

following up on this, you'll have him sat on the couch and sucking his cock while he begs you to let him come. and you don't. not after what he did.

he's not allowed to touch you or move his hips while you suck him off until he's gets all weepy and begs for a release, but you deny him that for his slut behaviour. you lick his throbbing shaft while telling him that it's yours and therefore, you're not sharing it with anybody so he better stop walking around like that couldn't be farther from the truth.

and that alone, makes him come all over your face so he has to brace himself for even more punishments :(

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tanked-up · 1 month

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Soap: I’ve never noticed how good of a hugger you were, LT

Ghost: Wait till you see me-

Soap: RECRUITS… are here

Ghost: Oh, Already !?

Gaz next to Ghost: What were you gonna say, Ghost?

Ghost: Hm? What do you mean

Gaz: Ya’ know… about the “wait till you see me…”

Ghost: OH. I never said that

Gaz: Sure…

#what did you think he was about to say #ghostsoap #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #ghost mw2 #simon riley #incorrect cod quotes #cod meme #gaz mw2 #kyle gaz garrick

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rv3rblog · 8 months

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gaz wears your initial around his neck btw. he wears his tags obv its protocol but he has another necklace that has your initial to remind him that it’s you he’s fighting for. it’s you he has waiting at home.

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lawrencekansas1979 · 11 days

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I was looking stuff up about Kyle for something I was trying to write and it's like I stumbled across a Stormfront forum.

Like, I don't think all the discourse about changing the race/ethnicity of characters is invalid but some of you guys are less concerned about the half-assed writing/representation aspect and more upset about him being black specifically and you're just using the former to cover it up.

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ihatethiswebsite77 · 1 year

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Watching "it's a Jersey thing". I am beyond confused and in disbelief as to what prompted Cartman to say that

"Deep down you're a monster, but you're my little monster" line.

My working theory is that part of the reason Cartman hates and constantly rips on Kyle for things about him that he can't inherently change, and why he paints a narrative where he assigns those traits a negative meaning even tho they aren't negative in nature is because he is subconsciously annoyed that there is nothing "naturally" negative about Kyle. Kyle is pretty much a well adjusted kid for the most part, but his negative personality traits do come out a LOT when he is interacting with Cartman, but there's nothing about where he 'comes from' that's negative. He has a happy and healthy family, he knows his dad, his parents have respectable jobs, etc.

As opposed to Cartman, who is deluded about being "naturally big boned" which is something for which he is constantly being ridiculed, as well as his mother being a "crack whore" which is also something that he is constantly being ridiculed for. He can't change who his mother is, (and while he could lose weight) he doesn't really believe that cuz like I said he is deluded by his mother into thinking that that's just how his family is.

So when he finds out Kyle is from new Jersey, he immediately jumps to ripping on him about it. Because it's something that Kyle is just "naturally" that everyone in town actually considers to be a negative trait.

But then, when Kyle actually shows that Jersey side to everyone, and it stops being just a way for Cartman to do his usual thing of assigning negative traits to things Kyle is, even tho for once he actually has ground to rip on Kyle for, Cartman is very chill with him.

Almost like, knowing that deep down inside Kyle actually has that "monster" in him brings comfort to Cartman, because now he feels like Kyle is a bit more similar to him.

The "he's just like me fr" of it all.

Or maybe I'm just reaching for the high heavens with this analysis. Who knows.

#might delete later if when i watch the rest of the episodes i find that this take doesn't hold water #insane takes brought to you by delusions of grandeur #most likely I am looking too deep into this #but it also explains a lot so i kinda like it #i remember seeing a post on here that was talking about how people started calling cartman 'cartman' and how it's basically a label for #both him and his mother and i think that interpretation works really well with this analysis #essentially the 'where you come from and what you are' lables you as a fuck up part of the analysis #if i end up posting this just know i debated it before i don't wanna come across as excusing cartmans behavior #this is more like #explaining why i think he acts the way he does #his motivation and shit #especially in regards to kyle because that's where it gets most confusing #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #kyman #eric cartman analysis

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andaniellight · 1 year

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I just think that sometimes Gaz and Soap would be like

Gaz, gesturing toward Ghost in the distance: do you even trust that man?

Soap, exasperated: yeah with my life actually

Gaz:

Gaz: so it’s okay then if, when last week I said I lost your room key it’s actually because I accidentally gave them to Ghost while you were on a mission, it’s... that’s okay then...?

Soap, becoming more and more red, jaw dropping:

Gaz: since you trust him with your life and all I mean-

Soap: you- YOU DIDN’T ACTUALLY LOSE THE KEY!? [starts tHROWING HIS SHOES ONE BY ONE AT GAZ AND CHASES HIM OFF YELLING] OF COURSE THAT’S NOT OKAY, YOU IDIOT! NO WONDER MY ROOM IS ALWAYS A MESS WHENEVER I CAME BACK FROM A MISSION!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW TIRING IT IS TO $#%^!?>^(&^*

#COD #Call of Duty #Call of Duty Modern Warfare #Kyle Gaz Garrick #COD MW2 #Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #John Soap MacTavish #Simon Ghost Riley #does this count as ghostsoap #anyways. please just listen to what your guts are telling you Gaz #just because someone is trusting their lieutenant with his life doesn't mean he trusts him with other things 😏

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random0lover · 1 year

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Tf141 members x single mom!reader makes me want to roll around on the floor crying.

#another one of my favorite tropes #mmc becoming all soft for the kid 🥹#okay but they’d all be so sweet #and there’s so many ways they could meet reader and their kid! I want to scream #and now all I can imagine is Price squatting down so that he’s eye level with the kid and his knees popping 💀#Johnny is all about making the kid laugh and totally drains them of all their energy so by the time it’s bedtime they’re already falling #asleep lol. Imagine though the kid is more of the quiet observant type and it absolutely throws Simon off cause h th it’s usually his gig #and now there’s some 8 year old reading him like a book and he hates it 🤣 kid over here like you like my mom don’t you? and Simon goes #absolutely rigid wondering how tf they could tell. Then with Kyle imagine the kids favorite toy is helicopters and the kid always makes #Kyle’s figurine fall out and thinks it’s so fucking funny while Gaz is over here actively remembering what it’s like to hang out of one 💀#as you can tell I’ve thought about this a lot #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #call of duty #mw2 #random0lover rambling ♡#captain John price #John price #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #cod fluff #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #price x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader

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tamaharu · 6 months

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okay thats interesting! in the SF try-outs during the song "legally blonde" she sings about how she cant be legally blonde, while in the official version AND THE DEMO she sings about letting her be legally blonde. which means that at some point they changed the lyrics around, and then changed them back! laurence o'keefe.... nell benjamin.... what occurs in your twisted minds

#covers mouth sorry so sorry guys #im a huge fan of beacon of positivity + good boy (elle puts a leash on emmett confirmed) + love and war (not in the demo but part of SF)#+ i liked some of the lyrics in the demo version of so much better (it called back to beacon of positivity!!! (i am insane)) such as:#I dream of your name next to my own but mine's looking fine up there alone #but i greatly prefer all the official songs we got. well. maybe good boy over ireland wouldve been fun (i think ireland is boring)#but itd play into the 'all men are dogs hurr hurr' joke that im glad they avoided. anyways. what was i saying.#right i havent listened to every version of everything yet (for example theres a SF version of chip on my shoulder i need to watch)#(and just the SF vers in general. shes hidden from me... why was emmett there before the remix... let me see their conversation)#but from what i have heard they made a lot of changes that were sorely needed. in take it like a man demo shes so much meaner??#it made me sad. it wasnt a duet + they wrung out the romantic tension (no subtext by calvin klein... sigh) + shes meaner!!!!#in the bway vers hes baffled but enjoys going along w it + she genuinely likes him even when hes wearing his regular clothes #but in the demo vers she keeps calling him stuff like ugly duckling and talking about how the geek is gone :( but she likes that geek..#the lines 'how much do you think i earn??' and 'kindly shut up :)' are funny but speak to a dynamic between the two that makes me sad...#follow me for more beautiful opinions on a fifteen year old musical #(heaves. do you know weird it is to see comments from 15yrs ago when this was actually showing. my brother is fifteen.)#god im so sorry i should be put down like a dog #lgb bootleggers are intense. i swear they got a bootleg every night or smth bc we got her shoe flying off + SF + kyle as understudy etc #go watch a so much better compilation sometime how did they take so many bootlegs?? how did you find them??#and its awesome cause these were filmed on 2007/2008 tech which means they have 15 pixels maximum #SORRRRYYYYYYYYYY

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 1 month

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Random otp question: which one dry swallows medication and which one goes “??? Are you a snake??”

#yes this is because in the lil snippet im writing I just had Kyle dry swallow ibuprofen #and Stan went #DUDE ARE YOU A FUCKING SNAKE?!?#i thought it was funny #for the record Stan has to take pills with water either that or you have to give it to him in something like he’s a puppy #I am in fact working on what im calling: OJV: The Tumblr Exclusive #which like 3 people will care abt but idc #south park #style

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all-my-friends-were-glorious · 2 years

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[ @gamblealife LIKED For A Starter || Kyle ]

[ Gregory ]

Much as Gregory hated to say it, he needed help.

Wendyl had been busy, naturally, which had him turning to the only other person that dared to oppose him intellectually. At least, when they had been in school. Now, he really didn’t know. Kyle had flown under his radar, a forgotten relic of a time when he’d been younger.

Not dumber, of course, because Gregory Chadwick had never been stupid. He’d always been the top of his class in everything, and he knew what was right for the people when they didn’t know themselves.

Even still, he stood near one of the benches at the park, jaw set as he considered how he was going to open. It wasn’t like he’d ever been particularly kind to Kyle, after all. Not that he’d been nice to Wendyl, either, but he’d been much more... Complimentary to the other man.

Kyle had been a rival in a lot of things, and he had never found a way to make peace with him.

Finally, he ran a hand through his hair to be sure it was coiffed just right, before starting onto the basketball court to the steady, hollow thudding of the ball.

“Excuse me, Kyle, if I may--” He winced slightly at another bounce, “Have a word?”

At least he’d managed to stay sober for this. He was beginning to regret that decision, however.

#I Heard He’s A Jerk You Call Him A Jerk? (Gregory Chadwick)#I Couldn't Give In I Swallowed The Poison (Gregory and Kyle - Gamblealife)#It's Not What You Said It's The Way You Said It (Wendyl and Gregory)#cw alcoholic

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groguspicklejar · 2 months

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Under Your Spell: Yours To Keep

Pairing: Gaz x f!reader x Soap

Warnings: mostly soap x reader in this one, reader is married to gaz, fluff, angst, intoxicated!soap, alcohol, one sided pining, dubcon touching.

[Interlude - Before Chapter 1] [Under Your Spell]

Johnny was drunk as a motherfucking skunk.

He'd been stumbling around and mumbling all sorts of nonsense. Even been on the verge of tears but no one knew why because all his ramblings were muddled by his thick accent and nearly a gallon of tequila. All of his sorrows melted away when you showed up to the bar.

He immediately perked up and stumbled over to you, draping himself over you and hugging you as tightly as he can as he exclaimed about how happy he was now that you're here. You giggled and helped him stay upright, hoping he won't bring you down with him.

When you came to pick them up, Gaz had told you to take the backseat with him while Price drives because Soap can't be trusted not to open the door while the car was moving.

Good idea, you had replied, only to realize that with now being sandwiched between you and Gaz, Johnny automatically gravitated towards you.

“Johnny– hey, quit it–” you'd been prying his hands away from your breasts for the past five minutes before he gave up and let them wander down to your thighs instead. In that moment, you cursed yourself for wearing a skirt as his hands kept trying to slip under the fabric. You squirmed, giggles escaping you as you tugged his hands away from your sensitive skin. “Stop it, that tickles!”

You hadn't realized just how touchy he was up until now, when his inhibitions were drastically lowered. “Price, please tell your Sergeant to stop slobbering all over me like a lovesick puppy.”

“Down, boy.” is all he said as he stared at Johnny through the rear-view mirror and that was all it took for the Sergeant to pry himself off of you.

“Sor– Sorry, Sir.” mumbled Johnny, his head falling on your shoulder, fingers lacing through yours. “Sorry, bonnie...”

He kept muttering soft apologies, that you really couldn't hold it against the poor guy. Your fingers tangled through his mohawk and you kissed his forehead, telling him that all was forgiven. Meanwhile, Gaz had been no help at all, quietly laughing in his seat as he watched the entire ordeal.

“Bonnie– bonnie, listen–” his speech was slurred, eyes droopy and hazy as he gently cupped your face in his warm hands. “Jus' ken, if I die–”

He hiccups just as you protest. “Don't say such things, Johnny. You'll be fine.”

You tucked him into the guest bed after having struggled to help him take off his shoes. Gaz placed some pain meds and a glass of water on the nightstand for him, knowing the brutal hangover that will come the next morning.

“If I die–” hiccup. “My dog tags are yers tae keep.”

Your eyes widen, your hands stop fussing over him. The implication of his words settling over you like a dark cloud.

“All yers.” he slurred quietly, another hiccup punching out of his lungs. “Please– keep 'em safe, bonnie.”

“I–” you falter, unsure of what to do or say. “I will.”

If only for both your sakes. Only to calm him down when he started getting agitated when you didn't immediately answer. Whether he remembers this or not tomorrow, it shouldn't matter. You're taking this to your grave.

“all yers...” Just like his heart.

You just didn't know it yet.

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shotmrmiller · 2 months

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another thing i had in mind for ex husband simon was that this time you're more resistant. no touching, no nicknames that make you weak-kneed, nothing. divorce means divorce, and the wedge that split the two of you up would probably still be there.

fine by simon, he follows the rules to a T. hands to himself, polite greetings and only talks about the children. maybe for a birthday for the boys, he takes the family shopping for gifts since it's a tuesday and there won't be any party or whatever and when y'all come back home, the lights are on.

they'd been off when y'all left. simon quickly opens the middle console and pulls out his weapon and tells you to get in the drivers seat. should anything come running out, pedal to the metal.

a little bit of time passes, you're about to be driven crazy with anxiety but simon finally comes out, except he's empty handed.

comes to the side and opens the driver door. "whoever was in there is gone. probably hopped the back fence. i've already called the guys."

you're a sobbing mess because how dare someone come into your home? your sanctuary? what if-

and you come to a startling realization. what if you and the boys had been here? alone?

simon's looking down at his phone, and furrows his brows. "i gotta go get-" but you don't let him finish, trembling fingers grabbing the front of his shirt. "you cant leave us here. don't leave me alone. don't- just please. stay."

you're too upset to resist his embrace or correct him when he calls you sweetheart. the guys get there eventually, price and gaz waste no time in sweeping the area and you, accompanied by simon, tuck the kids to bed.

price calls it later, that the place seems to be clear. nothing really taken nor left behind. they all leave, johnny and kyle deciding to stay overnight across the street their car and simon also turns to bid you goodnight, except you don't let him.

you practically beg him to stay, that you won't feel safe without him here. the couch won't do because he's too far away, what if whoever that was comes in through the bedroom windows.

you seek comfort in him and in the dead of night, he whispers promises into your ear as he slides home. promises to keep you safe, to keep the kids safe. that he'd let nothing ever happened to you, not while he still lived and breathed.

when you're finally dozing, with his spend drying in between your legs, he grabs his phone and texts johnny that it's done, they can go home now.

johnny responds in seconds, telling him that he tore his very nice jeans jumping that rough hewn fence of theirs and that simon owes him a new pair.

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader

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bagofshinyrocks · 6 months

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Government name vs Military callsign

Prompt: What scares them worse? Addressing them by their full government name, or addressing them by their military callsign?

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

John Price

Government name.

Calling him Captain or Skipper just ends with him sauntering to where ever you are and ask (in an obnoxiously self-satisfied voice) what you wanted. Like a cat pretending it can’t hear the urgency in your tone when you say to get off the counter.

“If you want me to ‘shake a leg’, call my name, luvie.”

Now if you holler “Jonathan Price”, he’ll drop something. Either the newspaper in his hands, or his heart into his stomach. He sure as hell moves his ass with a purpose, and he’s peering into the room with an apology on his lips.

“Yes, luv? What’s wrong, poppet?”

“Lift the other end of the couch, would you?”

He does, and you shimmy it further back in the room. “Anything else I can do, love o’ my life?” He’s hovering, and gently coaxing you into his arms. Gauging how mad you were at him. You curled into him and kissed his chin. Then stepped away with a pat to his chest.

“No, sweetheart, just wanted you to shake a leg is all.”

When he remembers your previous conversation, he groans and tells you to fuck off.

Simon Riley

Military callsign.

When you two are alone, and he’s already given you permission to call him Simon, don’t call him Ghost. When you say that word, he assumes one of his mates are at the door or on the phone, and goes from Simon to Ghost. Stalks into the room with narrowed eyes, only to find you in the kitchen. By yourself.

“Ghost, you want a sandwich too? Turkey and cheese.”

“Fuck you callin’ me that for?”

Once he sees you’re alone, he swoops in and wraps around you like a hoodie. A firm kiss to your ear, then your cheek, then spun you around. Back pressed to the counter top. Settles his face right close to yours.

“We playin’ games now?” You didn’t want to upset him, so you pressed a kiss to his nose. His grumpy look faded a bit.

“Sorry, baby.” Arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders. And your fingers scratch his scalp. Another kiss to his nose. “I’m sorry for playing games with you. Simon Riley.”

Hearing his name on your lips finally cracked, and he gave you a smile. A little scar on the upper lip. You gave it a kiss, and then pressed a kiss to his lips.

A quick surge forward, and you only just had time to shove aside the things behind you before you found yourself on the countertop.

Kyle Garrick

Government name.

He doesn’t mind being called Gaz, and you’ll use Kyle and Gaz interchangeably. Doesn’t even mind if you use “Kyle” or “honey” in front of his squadmates. Though “Kylie” he does have some displeasure with.

“I’ll have you know, Soap is still calling me Kylie, you asshole.”

Call him ‘Garrick’, and he knows that you are pretending to be mad at him. He slinks over and rubs his face against your cheek. He’s too cute for you to stay mad.

If you shout “Kyle Garrick”, he comes running. He could have sworn that he put his clothes in the hamper. And did the dishes. And taken out the recycling. Damn, what was it that he forgot?

“Kyle Ga-”

“Yes, dear!” Shit, he didn’t mean to ‘yes, dear’ you. “Yes, my dear, I’m right here.”

You pause your laundry folding and summon him with a crook of your finger. Once he’s close enough, you tap your lip with the same finger. “I need a kiss.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “God damn you.” He squishes your face in his hands and gave you a quick, firm kiss. “Don’t stress me out like that. Thought you were mad.”

“Give me another kiss, or I will be.”

He rapid fire kissed your mouth, chin, and cheeks, then gave you a smack on the ass before returning to the living room.

“In my own fucking home,” he muttered.

John MacTavish

Military callsign.

He’s got some thick skin. And he’s had his name shouted angrily many a time. He would all but skip into the room with a big smile on his face. The only people who shouted that name (and wore out the scare-factor on it) were his family members. Shouting “John MacTavish” meant you loved him. You were also mad at him, but you loved him. That was more important. Even with your scowl and the gross pile of garbage he kept forgetting to take out. You loved him.

Now shouting his callsign reminded him of his superior officers.

“SOAP!”

Shit shit shit. He put down his beer and ran from the garage to the backyard. Leg brace over his sweats, low cut muscle shirt that you also wolf-whistle at when he wears. You were only weeding the garden boxes.

“JOHNNY!”

“I’m here, bonnie,” he hollered, rounding the corner. You were sitting in the dirt, a tidy pile of weeds and dead plant bits next to you.

“C’mere, c’mere.”

He leaned down next to you, hand on your shoulder and good knee on the ground. “Wassit?”

You pointed to the leaf in your hand. “A caterpillar, Johnny. An itsy-bitsy caterpillar.”

He sighed heavily and kissed your shoulder. “Bonnie, I thought something was wrong.”

“Hm?” You spared him a glance. “What are you talking about, bubba?”

“You called me Soap.”

“Did I? Didn’t mean to spook you, loverboy.” You gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips. “Just wanted you to see the caterpillar before he wiggled off.”

Posted: 2023 Dec 10

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a-b-riddle · 29 days

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Part 2

Can't stop thinking about reader finally cutting them loose.

For three days there was nothing but radio silence. In those three days you had told yourself that it was a grace period. Time for Simon to cool off and realize how much of a bastard he was for saying all those things he obviously didn't mean. Johnny coming back over with a bouquet of flowers and endless apologies and cuddles.

Simon didn't apologize for his harsh words.

Johnny didn't call you later, as promised.

For three days you jumped at every single notification, silently hoping it was one of them. Any of them.

But it wasn't.

And you, unfortunately, got the answer to the question you had been asking yourself for months.

Did they still want this?

The answer was clear.

You didn't let their unofficial dismissal get to you. You still had shit to do. A life to get on to. A book signing to go to.

Jesus.

A book signing. A book you wrote. A book that was being published and released the day of the expo. You weren't expecting a huge line because this was your debut novel, but with the help of some ARC readers who had took to social media, there had been a bit of a storm brewing.

You had listened to John when he had mentioned writing under an alias. Don't know how crazy people are out there. They'd do anything to get close to you, Dove. Just better to protect yourself where you can. You almost hated yourself for listening to him now. Now you would just have to keep writing under your pen name.

You were getting ready to close up shop early when your phone finally pinged.

Kyle.

Fuck.

Of course it was Kyle. The one who hadn't treated you like you were constantly bothering him. Not the one who made you feel guilty for agreeing to your arrangement. Nor was he the one who fucked you and left you. No. He was just the one who just wasn't there.

Maybe that was just as bad.

What are you up to today?

That was it. Almost two weeks of radio silence and that's all he had to say? It just added more evidence that you were making the right call in ending this now. It had already carried on for too long.

You had two things on your to-do list and you wouldn't let Kyle's sudden reappearance deter you.

E-mail the publisher back.

Change the locks.

You didn't have the strength to face them again. If they groveled, it would be too easy to take them back. One against four wasn't much of a fair fight. And if they didn't care to fight for you... you don't know if you could survive it. Coming face-to-face with the proof that it didn't bother them to give you up even though it was killing you.

No. Cutting it off completely was the best thing to do.

So you didn't respond.

You left Kyle's text unanswered as you e-mailed the publisher back that everything was set for your flight on tomorrow morning. You would spend Thursday adjusting to the time difference and Friday you would rest up before the expo this weekend. She assured you that you would need to rest up your writing hand. Whatever that means.

You left Kyle read as you closed up shop several hours earlier than usual. You needed to drop off the bank deposit before you started on task number two.

You didn't bothering responding to Johnny when he had texted you when you were leaving the hardware store, purchase in hand. Asking if you were free Friday. Promising dinner. 'In or out. Your choice.'

It was almost second nature when you got home to pull up your phone. Ready to text one of them to see which one of them could come over and help.

Fixing a leaky sink? Nothing Johnny hasn't seen before. Need help moving furniture? John won't mind when you change your several times on what should go where. Kyle would always come in with take out the moment you mentioned you were hungry and whenever you felt like going for a walk when it was a bit too late in the evening, Simon was the first to volunteer as your personal guard dog.

But asking them to come and change the very lock you planned on using to keep them out seemed... counter productive, if not downright petty.

You were almost done with the lock when your phone sounded off. Only this time it wasn't a text. Someone was calling you.

You almost faltered when John's name came on your screen.

Fuck.

That almost got you.

You almost answered it.

Almost.

You clicked on the 'Sorry, I can't talk right now. Options, before finishing up your work.

And just like that, you were done. No help needed. You had changed the lock. Even adding on a deadbolt. Replacing the flimsy chain Simon had taunted you about. If someone wanted to get in here, that wouldn't stop them.

Well, now you didn't need to hear it anymore.

Not that you would really hear it again...

Your flight was in twelve hours. Although that seemed an ample amount of time you hadn't even begun to pack. You had luckily narrowed your outfits down, but now was the task of folding it nicely into your suitcase rather than just stuffing it in there.

On my way. We need to talk.

It was too late for talking. Three days too late. Several months too late.

The last message sent was four weeks ago. A new Thai place had opened up close to your apartment that you were wanting to try. All of them had given you excuses.

Not my taste, Dove.

Cannae do it tonight. Next weekend? Next weekend didn't happen either.

I can do tomorrow. Kyle ended up bailing. You forget the excuse he used.

Simon hadn't even bothered to reply.

The final nail in the coffin of your relationship. Almost two years wasted with nothing, but a broken heart to show for it. And the worst part is, they had all chipped away at your heart, leaving you to deal with the final blow that would shatter it.

Im sorry. I can’t do this with you anymore. wish you all the best.

Your fingers made quick work in blocking their numbers. It was best. If they wanted to reach you, they couldn't. On the other side of the coin, if they didn't care to reply, you wouldn't spend countless hours crying over the fact that none of them had been affected the same way you had.

You would deal with getting them their belongings that they had left behind another time. You had big things, great things happening for you. You were cutting your loses. You were cutting them loose.

You just hoped you didn’t regret it.

#captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #poly141 #angst #grovel #groveling

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Like Mother, Like Daughter: Simon Riley

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word count: 400

description: in which you and ghost have a baby girl who loves to copy your facial expressions

You always wore how you were feeling on your face, everyone could tell what mood you were in based on your facial expressions. It was one of the many things Simon loved about you, considering he was so stoic and neutral faced something that he learns from his years in the military.

When you and Simon had your baby girl Liliana, you two always fought about her favorite was and who she favored more which was clearly you. But the one thing she loved to do was copy anything and everything you were doing including your facial expressions.

Simon found it hilarious when you would be glaring at someone graves for example and babygirl would try and copy or whenever you were mad him, he would not only have one set of eyes glaring at him but his own babygirl glaring at him because her mom was. But the moments you were happy and in a good mood, he would find that smile he fell in love with duplicated on y'all's mini which made his heart grow.

You rolled your eyes at the sight of Graves, making a displeased sound at seeing the man as you adjusted Lilly on your hip. Liliana saw this and immediately tried rolling her eyes at Graves and making a noise of disapproval before giving him her best side eye that she learned from her mama.

Now the guys had heard stories about Lily copying you're facial expressions but never truly got to see it until today and their reactions didn't disappoint. Kyle was barely keeping together upon witnessing this. Now Soap couldn't hold it together at the sight of Liliana try to copy you at the sight of Graves and ended up laughing at the sight.

"Ghost...does she always do this?" Price asked looking at you and Lily who were still side eyeing Graves.

"Always. Anything mama does, she copies." He said with a smile.

"Like mother, like daughter." Price said with a smile as he looked over at you and Lily. Simon smiled at his comment before making his way over to where you guys were standing gently pulling your attention away from Graves and towards him.

"That's my mama and babygirl." Simon said pressing a kiss to Lilly's forehead and then one on your lips.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #call of duty #simon riley #simon riley imagine

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