#alex cod mw2

[alexthetrashyracoon]

“You look like my boyfriend.”

Simon raises a brow at that statement and sits down in the nearby chair. His eyes on you. “Is that so, lovely?”

“Mhm,” you agree with a confident nod and loopy. “No. My boyfriend is prettier than you.”

He isn’t sure if he should take it as a compliment or as an insult, for now Simon decides to not comment on it. “You must be lucky to have such a pretty boyfriend then.” He grins and sips his cheap hospital coffee.

“Oh, I am! He’s pretty and cool and strong. And you should be careful because he’ll be here soon!” You pout, shoving your lower lip forward.

Cute. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gone before he shows up.” Simon reassures you and pats your thigh.

You don’t reply, the remaining anesthesia must still be running its course through your body after the surgery in which the doctor took out your inflamed appendix, snoring softly in the otherwise quiet room. “Good thing your boyfriend is already here, lovely.” Simon chuckles before tugging the thin hospital blanket higher over your chest and keeping watch as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. “And he will be here when you wake up again. He will always be there, my lovely.”

[skulldetergent]

some cinematic MW screenshots

[klaart]

Sprout Alex + Farah!!🌱✨

Trying something different,,

[graveseveryday]

Day 11

Im home from my vacation!! felt like this had to follow day 10 or else it wouldn’t make sense, A better drawing will be posted tomorrow, sorry to make u wait 😄

[sky-is-the-limit]

"𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔, 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏."

[azucarera-art]

based off this:

[floweryanarchy]

Portrait practice💕

[brattypagansub]

How I imagine the 141 community Soapy boy bulletin group chat going

(He’s recovering from the subway tunnel and has amnesia)

Price: so I looked at Johnny’s phone earlier and he’s changed all our contact names

Gaz: bloody hell I’m afraid to ask

Ghost: tell me

Price: Gaz… you’re ‘angry twink’

Price: Simon you’re ‘owner’ and yes I expect you to explain that one

Price: Farah you’re ’tiny lady that scares me’

Price: Alejandro you’re ‘spicey Miami Vice’

Price: Alex you’re ’southern comfort’

Price: and apparently I’m ‘daddy’

[sgt-cheetoh]

Gaz: I sleep with a knife under my pillow

Alex: Weak, I sleep with a gun under mine

Soap: Pathetic

Gaz: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with then?

Soap: Ghost.

[clancycatears]

MDNI (18+) ; happy father’s day. here’s some soft soon-to-be dad!alex for the five alex fans out there. (:

"shh, buttercup, shh..." soothes alex, holding you in a tight embrace while your body sagged into his own.

the two lines on that god damn pregnancy test glowered at you from its place next to you on the bathroom's tile floor.

you'd always wanted to be a mother. you and alex had discussed that more than once during your three-year relationship. you both wanted kids, but you wanted to wait for a good time when you both had the availability and the financial means.

while money certainly wasn't a problem anymore, alex was still on active duty and had to leave for deployment for months at a time. that's what scared you the most besides—

"i-i'm gonna gain weight," you croak, nearly choking on your own sobs while tears stream down your supple cheeks. "and-and get sick, and get stretch marks, and—"

he pauses for just a moment, slowly pulling his head away from where he had it tucked into your neck. his gaze softened, eyes glazing with concern over your well-being. "hey, baby."

you can't quite catch his words, your pulse roaring in your ears while sobs racked your crumpled body, knees quivering from where they held you up on the floor.

"buttercup, listen to me," he pressed, hands leaving your back to find your face, cupping your cheeks ever so gently, guiding your head until your eyes met his own. once he finally caught your gaze, he gave you a loving smile. "i've been shot more times than once, stabbed even more, and got blown up and lost a leg. do you think i can't handle a few stretch marks and a little sickness?"

you sniffle deeply, sucking in the snot that'd been dripping from your nose. "n-no..."

his thumbs catch the tears on your dewy cheeks, swiping them away with gentle reverence. "about time i spend more time with my girl, huh?"

your heart leapt in your chest. "b-but... but i don't wanna be a burden on you..." you mutter, your head dipping down until your gaze lingered on the floor.

slowly, he guides your head back up by your jawline. once you catch his face again, his gaze hardened. "baby," he started, and you knew you were in for it. he was about to get incredibly sappy.

"you could never be a burden to me," he continues, his tone soft regardless of the nettled expression on his face. "i wanna see you glow. i wanna see you waddle around and tell me the baby's kicking."

you giggle softly when his lips touch your teary cheeks, kissing away the salty pearls while his mustache tickles your skin. "i wanna be here with you every step of the way, more than anything. when you're sick, i wanna look after you. when you're tired, i wanna carry you. when you're hungry, i'll cook for you—even make you those li'l pregnancy cravings i hear about all the time, no matter how stupid they could be."

he showers your face in the softest of kisses. your walls crumble, shoulders dropping, and eyes sliding shut to accept his affection.

"and when your bump starts showing while our baby grows? i'll tell every single person how lucky i am to be having a kid with you," alex coos, planting a fat kiss on your lips. you snicker into his mouth, until he breaks from the embrace and kisses both of your eyelids. "you understand, baby?"

another sniffle, and then a short nod of your head. "y-yeah..."

"good," he sighs, his forehead pressing into your own, fingers sliding into your hair to comfort you until the tremble in your body subsides. "enough of the tears now, buttercup. let's get some food in ya, huh? the two of you need it."

alex masterlist

[alexthetrashyracoon]

Simon was a light sleeper, he had to in his line of work, but he wasn’t just a light sleeper when he was on duty, but at home too.

So when one night he was woken by a clanging down in the kitchen, Simon sat straight in bed, clear headed and focused on locations the reason for that noise.

A small smile slipped on his face, someone was stupid enough to break into his home, must be Simon’s lucky day.

“Stay here, I’ll take care…” He whispered into the dark room, hand patting the space next to him only to find it cold.

You weren’t there.

Simon’s blood froze.

The smile was gone.

His mind ran with a million questions at the same time. Did something happen to you? Were you in danger?

Without hesitation he slipped out of bed and out of the room.

He searched the guest rooms but found everything empty and quiet. So Simon sneaked downstairs, seeing lights on in the kitchen.

To be honest, Simon shouldn’t be surprised. He should absolutely not be surprised to look at the clock on the wall to see the time being three in the morning and you, sitting on the counter, in one of his shirts and your unicorn slippers on while snacking on a freshly opened bag of shredded cheese.

“And here I thought someone broke into our home.” Simon announced his presence and stepped next to you, realizing that you had been daydreaming while eating.

“Damn, don’t scare me, Si!” You complain and cough harshly as you felt some shredded cheese making its way down your windpipe.

He laughed and patted your back, helping you to take a deep breath again. “Sorry, sweets. Like I said, thought we get robbed. What happened that caused me to wake up? Usually you’re quite as a mouse eating your shredded cheese.”

“You left the salad bowl out, I haven’t seen it, ran into it with my fat ass. Sorry for waking you. Know how much you love your sleep.” You mumbled and leaned against his side.

“Mhm… but not as much as eating shredded cheese with you at three in the morning.” Simon grinned and stole the bag of cheese from your hands. “That’s for waking me.” He ate half the bag before handing it back to you. “And that’s for making me think we were getting robbed.”

He stole a sweet kiss from your lips when you were closing the bag of cheese, grinning when you accidentally let it fall to the ground in surprise.

If anyone asks where I was, five words, Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail. Sorry <3

[verynordiclars]

cod insta requests !!

[reelovesfictionalmen]

Can you guys please tag your noncon, dubcon, grooming, toxic and abusive fics properly.

I don't want to even see that shit on my timeline suggested to me because you're too lazy to add it to the hashtags. How can we filter out content that disturbs us if you don't tag it?

I'm seriously so over it. If you can use the tags to tag the ship, you can use them to tag your dead dove content. It's your responsibility to tag your content properly.

[http-paprika]

Roommates are sometimes absolute assholes. But not Alex Keller, Alex Keller would be a good damn roommate. You wouldn't have to worry about him arguing on the phone with someone at 1:00 AM when you have work early in the morning. You may just have to remind him to turn down his romcoms late at night.

That goes for Gaz as well, he'd honestly be the one getting onto me for leaving my dishes in the sink. He'd put you in your place so fast it would leave you awestruck and you'd end up washing his dishes out of confusion. The apartment? It would smell so nice in a natural way.

Soap.... Soap wouldn't intentionally be a bad roommate. But I have a feeling that he'd accidentally be loud late at night or early in the morning. He doesn't think about the fact that you're still nice in bed when he comes back from the gym and starts making a protein smoothie. After the first couple of times of you complaining tho, he'd switch to making them the day before.

And do you even actually have a roommate when it comes to Ghost? Yeah, he pays his share of rent and utilities but he's sighted less than the local cryptid. The one time you did seem to see him was at 3:00 AM when you went to go get water. You screamed so loudly that your neighbors thought someone had broken into your apartment.

Price isn't your roommate. He's your whole ass husband. The fridge and pantry are full of beers, meat and potatoes. After plenty of persuading he's finally agreed to stop smoking in the apartment, but the smell from his cigar still lingers a little.

[temeyes]

im a day late omg, but happiest birthday to my wife Farah Karim!!

[azucarera-art]

old faralex art i posted on twt but forgot to post here