Kyle WIP (learning How To Render Just For Him♡)

Gaz angst bc I feel like it (part 1???)

Kyle realized that he was the background character, the one that everyone forgot until he offered his services. It's even more crushing knowing that he was in a relationship with the others 3 members of the 141.

He realized that after a new sergeant became a permanent stay. He was everything Kyle was but better. He matched energy with Soap, handled Ghost with care and Price saw him as an equal. Those were Kyle's jobs, but when someone better comes along, he gave up. He started to hide, spend time by himself, wishing that one of them would come and ask him if everything was okay. But when Kyle wasn't offering himself to them, he was forgotten.

The true breaking point was when Alex called for their weekly talk and Kyle just broke down.

"I can't do this anymore." Between sobs, hiccups and lack of breathing, Kyle was able to say what happened, how he felt. Alex understood, tried to calm him down through the phone and suggested a solution.

"Come here, I will tell Farah, she will request you temporarily."

Alex was furious but also not surprised, because he knew Kyle was going to have a hard time fitting with 3 men that already each other on different levels. Kyle was a new addition, Kyle was a regular soldier that happened to be good what he did, Kyle didn't have anything besides his skills to standout and bond with this men, men that were excellent at what they did, men that knew intimate parts of each other from the very beginning, men that bond over past happenings. Kyle didn't had those, his only set back his fragile mind and his even fragile heart. Alex warned Kyle that he was entering a new world that did not connected with him, but Kyle accepted the challenge. And this was the result, a Kyle, someone who did his best to hide his fragile mind and heart, broken by love, because he still loved them, Kyle said he cannot not love them, he just needed to find himself.

"Farah requested you for her forces." Price said, handing him a paper for him to sign that he conceded to go "says the time is indefinite, she will send u back when she deems fit."

Maybe Kyle should had waited a minute, pretending to ponder or to ask time to think, but no, he grabbed the pen, said nothing and sign.

"Are u sure? U gonna be apart from us"

"I'm sure." Again Kyle should had seen less eager, but he couldn't.

"O-okay"

"Can i go? I have to pack" Kyle asked, again, hurriedly, really not caring anymore, now knowing that he was going to be with the two people that always put him back together.

Price blinked once and twice, stunned confused and hurt, but he stuttered out a yes and watched the sergeant leave "we will miss you." He said lastly, as Kyle was at the door.

The last words he received from his sergeant, the person he loved, hurt him in ways he couldn't think of.

"I don't think so Captain." And Kyle left. Closing the door in that soft way he always does.

Price stood up, ready to follow Kyle and ask what did he meant? What they done to evoke something like that? What can he do to fix it? But then his phone rang, and he was about to ignore it when he saw Farahs name light up.

"Yes?"

"Did Kyle sign the paper?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna send it later, I just-"

"You had your chance John, send the papers now please."

"What do you-"

"Let him come here, send the papers now, Captain."

Johnny saw a tiktok of a cow costume that was basically a thong and a tiny bra. Send it to Kyle just for the funsies, but the other sergeant just answers

"I like that actually, would wear it"

And so Johnny, first and foremost, spirals and jerk off to the though of Kyle's dark skin in a tiny cow costume with his ass in a thong, talking how Johnny would eat that chocolate cake-

Secondly, he created a plan.

He went into one of those weird websites that have weird fetish costumes, and order three cow costumes that were rhe exactly replica of the one he saw on tiktok.

Then he shared his plan with Kyle, who agreed and was on board with it. Kyle was essential for this plan because he was Johnny's secret weapon.

Then he went looking for Simon, the hardest piece to achieve. He showed the Liutenant the plan and tried his best to convince him to join him. That one took a while, while meant two weeks of begging and one week of rookie babysitting instead of Simon, and the blond was on board.

The plan was:

1. Aquire the cow costume for three people. Check

2. Convince his other two boyfriends to wear those costumes. Check

3. Share the mastermind plan. Check

4. Choose a good day where Price would be spending his day out. Check (altho that one was hard)

5. Convince price that give them the key to his office (Kyle did that one). Check

6. Infiltrate price office and wear the costumes. Check (Simon kept grumbling and refused to take off the mask until Kyle made him puppy eyes)

7. Call price to his office. Check

8. It's showtime!(Johnny stop that!)

Price when he saw them all standing there wearing the costumes was...not what Johnny expected. What the scott though was that price would either yell at them, laugh at them or sigh and leave them behind.

He did not expect the man to close the door, lock it, all while using one hand to unbuckle his belt with a face that prosimed one week of barely able being sat.

"Simon, kneel." The reaction was instant, the blond kneeled with his head down. "Kyle, kneel." Same with him too. The only one standing was Johnny, who gulped as Price approached him with a dark look. "I reckon it was your idea, Johnny."

"Y-yes, s-sir."

Price hummed, eyes racking over the scott "I'm trying to figure out if I should use you first or leave you for last" price hand laid on Johnny peck and squeezed, pulling a whimper from the younger "Depends on how pretty you beg."

Johnny dropped down to his knees, eyes already watered, lips in a pout and face close to the others crotch, looking up with his most pitful face "p-please, d-daddy."

"Good boy."

Upcoming roy harper fanart bc I'm feeling inspired😝😝

HEADCANON

Roy likes to call Jason pet names, but like old fashioned pet names (he gives me the vibe of being an old soul) but I'm not saying sweetheart or love, I'm saying like angel, babydoll, dear and darling, lovely and stuff like that and jason doesn't know what to do with it besides blush and hide somewhere.

(Clark also does it, but we all know he does bc he was raised in a farm, and Bruce loves it and answers in kind)

And roy does it in public, in private, in whatever setting he is. Besides the normal jaybird, these are common within roy vocabulary that is meant for jason.

*in a meeting with the other bats, in the bat cave*

Jason: me and roy can handle it, no need to add more people we could be seen.

Roy: you sure, angel? I mean it looks like there's gonna be alot of them.

The bats: *some looking shocked others holding back laughter*

Jason: *blushing under the helmet and thanking that he has it on* y-yes, we can.

Roy: you the boss, babydoll.

Jason: OH MY GOD CAN YOU STOP?!?!?

Dick, Tim, Steph and duke: *laughing like crazy*

Bruce: *murmuring something about queen children*

Cass: *patting jason shoulder for support*

Damian: *looking uncomfortable*

Roy: *confused* stop what? I don't get it.

Jason: t-that ya know what I'm talking about.

Roy: I really don't, darling, you have to tell me.

Jason: *stands and walks up the stairs to the manor*

Roy: Jason?! Jason?!

Dick: *turns to roy with tears in his eyes* I think you broke him, harper.

Roy: i-

Tim: I think the pet names were too much.

Roy: but I call him that all the time!!

Steph: okay ew, don't talk about your sex live please, but tim is right maybe it's bc we all witness it.

Roy: ?????????

Duke: he's never gonna live it down between all of us.

Roy: omg Jason!? I'm sorry!! Wait wait *runs up the stairs*

Cass: he's going to sleep on the couch

Dick, Tim, Duke, steph: 100%

Damian: father, can I make a quick call before we leave?

Bruce: ??? Sure, is everything alright?

Damian: *pulling up jon contact* nothing wrong.

Damian: please do not call me your endearments while we are with my family.

Jon: *who was asleep* what!?!

Damian: I don't want to be made fun of just because you love me too much to be contained.

Jon: sure!?! Whatever you say, honey

Damian: *slightly blushing because he too can't get used to it* t-thank you, habibi

Jon: love you

Damian: I love you too *hangs up and walks back with a slight spring in his step

Headcanon that Dick had more reasons to have a skin thight body suit instead of like Jason's suit or even inspired the robins than mobility skill and other things.

U cannot tell me that he didn't chose that specific design and material bc it's better to save people. He knows he's hot and he has very nice body, of course he would grab the opportunity to show off under the excuse that he fights better like that.

Wally goes crazy bc of that! What do you mean one of the sexiest men alive, who is Wally partner in crime, best friend and boyfriend fights with a skin tight body suit that leaves nothing to imagination and he cannot touch him bc of professionalism??

Nightwing: *lands next to kid flash* I got my side covered! How's- are you okay?

Kid flash: *whole body vibrating like crazy as soon he looks at dick* what do you mean?

Nightwing: you are vibrating all over.

Kid flash: *wally physically trying to not touch dick* I don't know what you are talking about

I accidentally stumbled into the batfam and dc universe but like...I have zero knowledge of that I have always been a marvel girly I'm so lost but liking where I am

I need a fic where Bruce is completely head over wheels with Clark. I'm talking both in his batman persona and Bruce persona.

I'm talking like Batman listening to Suparman talking with this usual resting serious bitch fave, but inside his swooning over Superman curl bc on that day was extra curly and extra cute.

I'm talking Bruce with a blank face while Clark is talking but inside he's behaving like a teenage girl talking with his crush.

I'm talking the bat kids noticing the smallest, most minimal most unnoticeable to the untrained eye changed in batman's posture when talking with superman and not letting Bruce live it down.

I know I'm asking a lot, and I would write this if I knew more abt them (I'm reading the comics) but I really wanna see out of character in love batman thank u

Everytime I see a marvel related post I get the urge to read stony fics and scroll throught the stony tag

Kinda need the whole family being tired as fuck from Tim's love stories and drama, so they send him away every time he finds a new crush.

Tim, struggling on how to confess to Kon: Hey, Dick, can you give me a dating advice? Dick: Oh, sure Dick, beaming cluelessly: Are you back with Steph? Tim: Oh no, I- Dick: Oh, right, sorry! Bart, right? Tim, embarrassed: No, I was- Dick: Omg, sorry, it was, uh, Bern? Tim: You know what... Forget it. Tim: *leaves* Dick, sighing in relief: Works every time. I hate giving dating advices.

Tim: Steph, can I have a dating advice? Steph, unimpressed: Are you cheating on someone again? Tim: ...Whatever.

Tim: Bruce- Bruce, hopeful: Yeah? Need help with something? Tim, thinking twice: ...Uh, actually no. Bruce: :(

Tim, stopping in front of Damian's door, unsure: ... Damian, right through the closed door: Drake. Spare us both. Tim: *groan*

Tim: So, I have this situation... Duke: Wait, I'll put the voice message recording, I need to send this to Cass, while she is on the mission Tim: Oh my god, MY LIFE IS NOT EVEN THAT MESSY! FORGET IT.

Tim, seething through his teeth on Jason's doorstep: You are my last hope. I am not even kidding. Jason: Woah. What happened to Alfie? Tim, with his eye twitching: He started to reminisce about his romance with Lizzie. Like, Queen Elizabeth. Lizzie. I can't listen to this any more. I need fucking advice. How to confess to Kon. Jason, who constantly writes fanfiction, but since his love life is non-existent at this point, uses his family's messy dating histories as an inspiration and references: ...Okay. Tim, gagged: Seriously? Jason: Yeah. Just work with me. What we are working with? Bridgerton ass romance? Miss Austen type of flair? Bronte's kind of insanity? Tim, sniffling: tHanK yOu

What's ghost like when he's had a few too many?

Anon this ask came at a great time. I was writing a very tipsy Ghost snippet and i decided to flesh it out a bit more and finish it up to answer here. Bit long so there's more under the cut but here's what I came up with:

The pub was dimly lit, warm, and humming with soft chatter. Outside, rain pattered against the windows, a steady rhythm that only added to the cozy atmosphere. The 141 had commandeered a snug corner, a mismatched set of chairs pulled around a sturdy wooden table. They were celebrating—a successful mission wrapped up and a few extra days of leave in the States, a rare moment to relax as a team.

Price nursed a whisky, leaning back in his chair, his hat resting on the table beside him. Soap and Gaz were deep in a debate about some football match, their voices animated, hands gesturing wildly. Ghost sat on the bench seat, mask firmly in place, sipping cautiously from a pint of lager.

Price knew better than to let Ghost’s quiet exterior fool anyone. Despite his size and the fearsome reputation that preceded him, Ghost was a complete lightweight when it came to drinking. It was something Price had discovered by accident years ago, a rare night off where Ghost had indulged a little too much. Since then, Price had made it his unofficial responsibility to keep an eye on him during team outings.

Tonight, though, Ghost seemed unusually relaxed. He’d already had three pints, which Price knew was about his limit, but when Soap shoved another drink his way, Ghost didn’t refuse. Price’s brow furrowed, but he let it slide. One night of letting loose wouldn’t hurt.

As the hours ticked by, Ghost’s behaviour started to shift. It began subtly enough. He leaned closer to the table, resting his forearms on it and nodding along to Soap’s increasingly ridiculous stories. Then came the touches. Ghost rested his hand briefly on Gaz’s shoulder as he laughed at one of his jokes, his grip lingering just a second too long. Gaz froze, then shot Soap a look of sheer bewilderment.

When Soap said something particularly absurd, Ghost reached out and pinched his cheek with a low chuckle. “You’re an idiot, Johnny,” he said, his voice lighter than usual. Soap’s eyes widened in mock horror, though the grin he wore betrayed his amusement.

“Fuckin' hell, LT. You’re touchy tonight,” Soap teased, leaning slightly closer as if testing his boundaries. Ghost didn’t push him away. Instead, he gave Soap a lazy shove that barely moved him.

“Don’t get used to it,” Ghost muttered, though there was no heat behind the words.

Gaz, emboldened by Soap’s success, nudged Ghost with his elbow. “Didn’t know you were such a cuddler, sir.”

Ghost turned to him, and for a moment, Gaz thought he’d crossed a line. But then Ghost slung an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a side hug. “Don’t push your luck, Kyle,” he said, but the softness in his tone, and the use of his name, made Gaz grin.

Price, watching all this from his seat, felt a surge of amusement and something warmer. It wasn’t often Ghost let his guard down, and it wasn’t lost on him how much trust it took to do so, even after all these years.

By the time Ghost finished his fourth pint, he had switched seats with Gaz as the sergeants' debate continued, wanting no part in it. He was leaning heavily against Price’s side. His mask had come off somewhere in the haze of laughter and drink, revealing a face that was relaxed and uncharacteristically open.

“You alright there, Simon?” Price asked, his voice low and warm.

Ghost hummed in response, nuzzling slightly into Price’s neck. “You’re comfortable,” he mumbled, his words slurred but content.

Soap’s jaw dropped. “Did he just…?”

Gaz looked equally shocked but also thoroughly delighted. “I’m seeing it, but I still don’t believe it.”

“He’s had a few too many,” Price defended, though there was no mistaking the fondness in his tone. He shifted slightly to support Ghost’s weight, one arm coming around to rest at his waist. Ghost nestled closer, his breathing slowing as sleep crept in.

“You’ve got to admit,” Soap said, grinning, “it’s nice to see him like this. Kind of adorable, actually.”

Price rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. As Ghost’s head dipped against his shoulder, Price ran a hand gently through his hair, an instinctive gesture meant to soothe. Ghost let out a soft sigh, his body going completely limp as he fell asleep.

“Alright, boys,” Price said quietly. “Help me get him back to the house.”

“You’re not moving him,” Soap pointed out, gesturing to the way Ghost clung to Price like a barnacle. “He’s not letting go and he needs the sleep.”

Gaz leaned forward, grinning. “Come on, Cap, let him rest a bit longer. He looks… happy, you know? When do you ever see that?”

Soap nodded enthusiastically. “Aye, he’ll be dead embarrassed in the morning, but right now? Let ‘im have it.”

Price considered it for a moment, then sighed. “Fine. Few more minutes. But you two are carrying his kit back.”

As the conversation continued around him, Ghost stirred slightly, his brow furrowing as he shifted closer into Price’s warmth. His eyes blinked open briefly, and a flash of awareness crossed his face as he realised he was maskless and nestled against his captain.

He stiffened for a heartbeat, but then Price’s hand slid gently through his hair again, the soothing motion grounding him. “It’s alright, Simon,” Price murmured, voice low enough that only Ghost could hear.

The tension melted away. Ghost let out a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering closed as he settled back against Price’s shoulder. For a man who never let his guard down, he looked completely at ease.

Price gave it another few minutes before deciding it was time to move. “Right,” he said softly, shifting Ghost just enough to get them both to stand. Ghost murmured something incoherent but didn’t protest as Price kept an arm securely around his waist, guiding him towards the door.

As they gathered their things and prepared to leave, Soap and Gaz exchanged grins. They’d be teasing Ghost mercilessly about this come morning, but for now, they let the moment settle. Their lieutenant, who seemed carved from stone most days, had a softer side. And seeing it, even briefly, made the bond they shared as a team feel unbreakable.

Price, Ghost still nestled against him, led the way into the foggy night, a satisfied smile on his lips. For all the chaos they faced, moments like this made it all worthwhile.