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nalawayward · 10 months
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Oh my god. I have been thinking about this for the longest time. Alerudy literally gives off the same vibes as joe and nicky.
Also. Alain said that he based how Ale talks as if he's an aztec warrior who has been around for a while and has seen war all his life. And that he's always ready to do it all over again. That's why his voice is deep and gruff, and he talks like he's not from this era or something. At least that's the gist of it, from what i can remember. It's so fitting honestly
I know nothing about call of duty (it’s just lots of boys kissing right?) but my god do I know the old guard (two boys kissing, an angry lesbian,tired millennial, sad french man)
Ok so obviously Nicky and Joe love each other.
The van scene and them tapping their heads together after being dragged on a plane.
But like what about Alejandro and Rodolfo in their place in those scenes? (Or Ghost and Soap)
Like could you imagine Rudy staring at Alejandro like Nicky looks at Joe after they had gotten kidnapped? Ale giving Joe’s speech in the van and pissing people off? I just think that they would tell each other they love each other constantly.
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nalawayward · 11 months
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Ghost casually started referring to himself as Ice Bear. He just started talking in third person one day and has kept it up for a straight week without faltering.
“Ice Bear would like Chinese carryout.”
No one is fazed by this point.
“Simon, we got carryout a couple days ago.”
“That was Korean. Ice Bear wants Chinese.”
Soap had been gone when Ghost started this and no one thought to to tell him that his boyfriend was doing something weird again. He walked into their shared room, took a shower, and when he saw Ghost on their bed when he got out he didn’t hesitate to jump on him. He was kissing him and telling him out much he missed him.
“Ice Bear missed you, too.”
Soap sat up and stared down at Ghost in confusion, “I’m sorry- What?”
“Ice Bear—“
Soap stopped him and climbed off of him, “Uh, no.”
Ghost sat up as Soap stared at him.
“Ice Bear would like to-“
“NOPE!”
Gaz was laughing when Soap called him to talk about what Ghost was doing.
“Oh my god— Sorry, man! I should’ve told you!”
Ghost went a whole other week talking like that until he just stopped one day. They were chilling in the rec room when he walked in.
“Anyone want anything from Gyroz Eatery?”
“I don’t have the money at the moment.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’m buying.”
Soap cried out loudly in relief.
“OH FUCKING FINALLY!”
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nalawayward · 11 months
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Gaz on facetime with Ghost: You need to come get your man
Ghost: He’s not my-
Soap in the background of Gaz’s video: Scrubbing me CLEAN~
Ghost: … what’s he doing?
Gaz, pointing the camera at Soap: He’s drunk as shit
Soap: *in a bubble bath fully clothed*
Soap: I’m cleaning me and my clothes at the same time :D
Ghost:
Ghost: Keep him
Gaz: NO-
Ghost: *hangs up*
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nalawayward · 11 months
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The Demo is out!
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(If anyone has suggestions for a better way to upload this to the masses that isnt steam or itchio please let me know)
I hope yall enjoy!!
EDIT Mar 24 2023: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ORIGINAL FOLDER OOPS
Reblog this version for the correct link...
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nalawayward · 11 months
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honestly this is just for pi day plus a sweet little proposal and some sexual talk, nothing too heavy dw
🧮🥧💍
"Here."
You blink as Simon thrusts a box wrapped in plain brown wrapping paper towards you, holding it out for you to grab.
"What is it?" You look up at him from your seat at the kitchen table and take it from his hands. It's cold and has a decent weight to it.
"Just open it, you nerd."
You raise an eyebrow at his words--good-natured teasing for being a mathematics professor--but a confused smile makes its way on your face as you lazily move your hands to tear the wrapping paper from the box in your lap.
"Why are you being so weird?"
And you're not just talking about right now, Simon has been in and out of the house for two weeks, acting a little stressed out about something. You didn't push him to tell you anything, knowing he would tell you if he really wanted to, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't the least bit curious. At this point in your relationship with him, Simon is comfortable enough to share anything with you, but he seems to have been avoiding you slightly like he used to. Plus, he was gone all day today; this is the first time you're seeing him and it's just before sunset.
Simon says nothing, just glancing down at the cold box in your hands and back up to you, raising his eyebrows expectantly. Laughing, you take his hint and look down at the box to continue your unhurried tearing of the wrapping paper.
"Fine, be mysterious. You know, people love that shit."
"Is that why you love me?"
Eyes darting up to look at where he's still standing in front of you, you throw him a small grin and look back down to the box in your lap, a strip of paper being torn off.
"You're not mysterious to me. I know you Simon Riley, and you know exactly why I love you."
"Remind me."
Looking back up at him, you pause your unwrapping and smile impishly at him.
"Because of that amazing ass of yours."
Simon rolls his eyes, but his lips spread out into a beautiful smile while his cheeks tint a light pink hue.
"Ah, so you only love me for my body, is that it?"
"Mmhm." You nod mock seriously. "Your ass, your face, your di--"
"Careful, Professor." Simon smirks and crosses his arms, the fucker purposely flexing so you stare. "Might have to call you into my office for that blatant unprofessional lusting of yours."
"Apologies, Lieutenant," you giggle. "I'll try to control myself, but just so you know: my office door is always open and I offer extra credit if you're interested."
"I'll keep that in mind." Simon chuckles and drops his arms again before setting a large hand on top of your head and directing it firmly yet gently downwards so you're looking at the box that's still mostly covered in wrapping paper. "Now open it."
"Bossy, bossy," you mumble with a smile in your voice as his hand drops from your head. You start tearing at the paper again and speak up a little louder. "And I love you because you're you, Riley. If you gave me the time, I'd write an essay about all the things I love about you with quotes and sources and all that fancy stuff. You know how much I hate writing, but I'd write an essay for you."
"I don't need an essay, I know you love me, flaws and all, just like I love you, despite what a massive nerd you are. And I've read your old uni papers; you're not a bad writer."
"Fuck you, you dick!" You laugh and tear off a chunk of the paper. "Just because I like adding numbers, that doesn't make me a nerd!"
"It does, darling, it really does." There's some laughter in his voice, but it's nothing mean, just gentle teasing and adoration. "But you're my nerd, you dork."
"Bully." You roll your eyes but hide your smile by ducking your head. "Always calling me names."
"Bully? Thought you liked my teasing, that's why you have a degradation kink, yeah?"
"Simon!"
"Or was it a praise kink, you've always been a wild card."
"You fucking asshole!"
"Yeah I'll be fucking your ass later, just be patient, love."
"Put a gag in it, why don't you!"
"Oh, you want me to stuff your throat, do you? Well, I won't be complaining."
At this point, you stopped unwrapping the box in favor of covering you face with your hands, feeling hot with embarrassment. "Simon, please! I'm trying to unwrap this like you wanted me to!"
"Already begging?" Simon chuckles. "Usually that takes longer, but I guess I'll show you some mercy."
You peek at him from between your fingers before sighing and dropping your hands with a pout. "You're relentless."
"Just the way you like it."
Shaking your head, you don't dignify him with a response in case you might instigate another suggestive one from him. Instead, you go back to unwrapping the last of the paper, silently ignoring him. You're not really upset with him, but Simon sure has a way of making you a flustered mess. It's both a blessing and curse with how much he teases you while simultaneously making you feel good.
You rip away the last of the paper, and underneath it is a plain white foldable box. You look up at Simon to where he's still standing in front of you. "What is it?"
"I thought you were supposed to be smart?" He snarks, but Simon has a small smile on his lips. "Open it, idiot."
"Thought I was a nerd," you reply absently, but move to fold the lid back. Balancing the box on your lap, you look inside and raise your eyebrows once it registers what you're looking at. You look up at Simon. "A pie?"
His expression has changed to something more subdued and cautious, but Simon still holds a soft look in his eyes as he nods, answering, "For Pi Day. March fourteen. Your favorite 'holiday.'"
"Simon . . ." An exorbinant amount of love for him swells up inside. You feel like you could burst. "You--"
"--Wanted to do something special for you." He shuffles his feet, shoving a hand into his pocket. "For today."
All this for your favorite day of the year. A lump forms in your throat as your lips wobble at the sweet gesture this man did. That's why he was gone all day! Why he was being weird for the past two weeks. You could cry at how soft this man can be.
But, you still feel like something is missing. Why was Simon going out and about in those two weeks? Couldn't he have just placed an order for the pie and been done with it? Why did it seem like he was avoiding you, not that you were worried. You trust Simon, it just feels a little weird to go through all that trouble for some pie.
Looking down at said pie in the box, you smile, feeling your worries melt away. It doesn't matter. You're happy, and this pie just made you fall in love with Simon even more.
Picking up the box, you shift in your seat, turning away from Simon to place it on the kitchen table. You stare at it for a moment, unable to stop smiling at it before you turn back to look at Simon.
"Thank you, Simon, I love it--I love you. You didn't have to--holy fucking hell."
Your words come out as a nervous jumble as you look down at Simon in your seat.
He's on one knee, with a tiny box in his large hand, presenting it to you while his other hand hangs awkwardly at his side in a tight fist. He avoids looking at you.
"Let's get married," he starts abruptly and then pauses, licking his lips. "Get your name changed and act like normal people do when they get married. Didn't really plan a speech, so this is about as much as you're getting."
You bark out a laugh at that and Simon sends you a fond smile. Of course that'd be his proposal 'speech', not that you're complaining. In fact, you rather love it. You love Simon. So, so much.
Nodding your answer, barely able to think of any words to express what you're feeling, you lean forward to cup his face in your hands and press a kiss to his forehead and then another one on his nose with one last kiss on his lips.
"Of course I'll marry you, Simon." You grin against his lips. "Gotta leech off of those military discounts from you."
He pulls away to hit you upside the head--a laugh spills from your lips--but he's gentle about it and gives you another quick kiss afterwards. "Can't believe I'm gonna be stuck with you, you're so annoying."
You snicker and pull back to stand up, tugging Simon to do the same. You direct him into the chair you were sitting in and settle yourself in his lap, legs thrown across his thighs. You grab his hand that's still holding the ring box.
"Don't blame me, you chose me. This ring right here proves it." You open the box and take out the ring, holding it to him. "Now put this on me, Riley."
He does just that, slipping the band onto your finger before placing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "I love you."
"I love you, too." You smile and snuggle up against him. "So is this why you've been acting weird for the past two weeks."
"Was trying to find the ring," Simon mumbles as he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. "And I knew I wanted to ask today."
"On Pi Day?"
He nods, hands coming up to hug you closer. "You like Pi Day. And it's an infinite number, yeah? An infinite number is how long I want with you."
That just makes your heart race.
"Simon Riley, you can't just say something like that." You hide your face in his shoulder. "You are a sweet man."
"I'm not, be careful what you say, Professor."
"You are to me! And it's Professor Riley now. Or Dr. Riley. Whichever one is fine by me."
"Not quite yet, you nerd."
"You're such a shit, I will pie your face. I'm not a nerd!"
"I'd like to see you try, Professor Riley."
"Thought my name wasn't that yet?"
"It's not, but we'll start calling you that."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah. I like the ring to it."
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nalawayward · 11 months
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Soap: [wearing Ghost’s shirt]
Ghost: Stealing from me again, Johnny?
Soap: What?
Ghost: First my heart, then my clothes… what’s next? My last name?
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nalawayward · 1 year
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Ghost: Hey, Johnny, why was 10 afraid?
Soap: Because 7-8-9? Honestly, Ghost, I've heard that one-
Ghost: No. Because he was in the middle of 9 11
Soap:
Soap: Oh
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nalawayward · 1 year
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Ghost you silly man part 2
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nalawayward · 1 year
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Soap: I want to tell a joke but I only remember the punch line.
Ghost: Go ahead.
Soap: Tooth hurty.
Ghost: When is the best time to go to the dentist?
Soap: You complete me.
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nalawayward · 1 year
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Soap : Let's play two truths one lie, me first : I falsified my birth certificate, I beat up a superior officer before locking him in the trunk of his car, and I was arrested when I was 12 on account of suspicion of terrorist intent.
Gaz :
Soap : It was the last one, I wasn't actually arrested, they just paid a visit to my house to question me.
Ghost : My turn, I can't get married because I'm legally dead, my favourite colour is black, and I went to prison for murdering my family.
Gaz : I'm very scared because I know your favourite colour.
Ghost : Yep. I didn't stay long in prison though, don't worry, I had an alibi.
Price : I once caused a diplomatic incident that almost led to a war, I shot someone in the foot because he annoyed me, and I've been secretely married for ten years.
Gaz : I'm not sure I like this game, actually.
Ghost : I'm pretty sure I was to your wedding and it doesn't feel that long ago.
Soap : Wait, you're married??
Price : Yep! But it was only 6 years ago.
Gaz : Okay, my turn then : I don't think you're all fucked in the head, I'm scared for my own mental health and I want to go home, guess which one is the lie.
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nalawayward · 1 year
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Ghost and Soap waiting for evac after a long mission
Soap: Did you know Diarrhea is hereditary?
Ghost:
Ghost: What..?
Soap: Yeah, it runs in your jeans
(Silence)
Soap, holding in laughter:
Ghost: That is so goddamn stupid
Soap: You laughed motherfucker!
Ghost: I didn't laugh!
Soap, grinning: Yes you did!
Ghost, grinning: Jesus I'm losing it
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nalawayward · 1 year
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Ghost you silly man
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nalawayward · 1 year
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Guys, Ghost in his skull mask is so silly. Have you seen his side profile in that thing?
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I'm so sorry😭😭😭😭
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nalawayward · 1 year
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Pleasure in the slow mornings
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nalawayward · 1 year
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Does anyone have a recommendation for alerudy fics?? I want to read them but i don't know where to start. I need your review guys. Send me your fav alerudy fics pls!!!!! Ty. Ily❤🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🤎🖤🩶🤍
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nalawayward · 1 year
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Alsjshsjk i was just thinking about this the other day!!! But my version is, ghost said "johnny, catch" and he just throws the ring box to soap and leave.
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Love me a man with the emotional awareness of a brick
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nalawayward · 1 year
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What a romantic 🥰🥰
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