I'm Gonna Draw The Whole Batfam (except Alfred, I'm Sorry My Dude) As Pin Up Lingerie Dolls Bc I Want

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."

Gaz angst part 2??? (141 side)

Soap didn't even get a goodbye or a text from Kyle. He heard from Price that Kyle had been requested to Farah temporarily, meaning it was when Farah said he could come back.

Soap was sad and hurt. Why hadn't Kyle said anything to him? They were best friends! They shared everything with each other. But, apparently not everything was said. He had thought that them finally being in a romantic relationship would bring them together even more, closer than ever.

It had the opposite effect.

Soap and Kyle remained...stagnant. while he got closer to Ghost and even more closer to Price, with Kyle nothing changed besides the adding the sex and the kissing. There was no new findings or sudden revelations, nothing the way that happened with the other two.

It reached a point, when the new sergeant appeared, that Kyle started to hide. He didn't spend much time together with the others, it got to a point that suddenly who was soap prank partner was the new sergeant, the one that went to the club was the new sergeant, and every single activity that he used to do with Kyle, it was done with the new sergeant.

And now...Kyle was already on the plane when Soap got to the departing zone. No words left for him, just a mere "I don't think so" said to Price.

Although Soap was perceptive, quite observant, and always in tune with his loves emotions, Soap cannot find what happened, what led to this moment, what did they do to end up like this.

Ghost knew the reason for this, but he didn't do anything about, so he was as much guilty as the other two.

And it was crushing him inside.

Ghost saw how while soap, him and Price were getting closer, keeping already formed and constructed old bonds, Kyle was being left behind, with no ways of bonding the same way they did.

The 3 of them bonded over past interactions that led to friendships, over traumas and dark moments because they had them, over being men with scars so deep. They had foundation to bond even more, but Kyle hadn't, Kyle appeared at that moment, Kyle went through the normal processes of military, Kyle had a good family, Kyle had lively a fairly uneventful life and that made him the sore thumb in their relationship because...how could they bond.

Kyle tried, oh how ghost saw the youngest sergeant try every book in the game, but the fruit of his efforts could no grow because they didn't allow him to. Ghost realized that he didn't know anything about Kyle besides what his file said. He didn't know what the man liked, what he did in his free time, his interests, his talents, his flaws. Ghost realized, as the new sergeant made way and fitted exactly in Kyle's spot, that Ghost only saw Kyle as a military asset, not as his lover or friend, he only saw Kyle's performance, nothing more.

As he watched the plane go, slightly behind soap, that they deserved this, they deserved a silent disappearance from Kyle.

Ghost heart silently crushed as he saw what they had done.

Price didn't even go see Kyle depart.

Alex had called him, scolded him that almost asked for a write up, but Price it was coming from a close friend to another, and the captain knew that he deserved that scolding and much more. Alex then passed the phone to Farah, but she spoke calmly and short, which made Price feel even worse.

"I warned you about Kyle, and I gave u an out because I would act if u hurt him and you did, I hope all that stupid effort you did was worth this out come."

He should had gone and seen Kyle depart, but he didn't feel dignified or even worth of it. Price had hurt the most fragile member of their four way relationship, after many warned about it.

He needed to get ready for Laswell disappointment, she being the one person that cautioned him the most.

Price had sworn to protect Kyle heart and mind. Kyle's anxiety was a constant barrier in his life, a reminder that he wasn't as strong as he thought he was, his feelings always easily coming to the surface. He was fragile, more than the others thought he was, and Price promise the young man that he would protect.

Look what happened.

They pushed him away, consciously or not put him in a category under them because his live was not as complicated as theirs. They created his relationship where it was 3 plus Kyle because they sometimes remember he existed. The new sergeant worsen that because this man had a similar life as them, broken by other and scarred as much them, so they pushed Kyle back fully.

They broke Kyle enough to make him excited to leave them, to not believe they loved him.

As the plane flew, Price sat on his office, tears silently running down his face, knowing that he broke a promise made to his love.

I love the hc of clark having a massive very obvious crush/in love with Bruce...but what happen Bruce having the obvious crush/in love with clark. More like in love bc at this stage of their friendship Bruce just wants to dive into Clark's pants like a wild animal.

Clark: *talking about a mission off world*

Bruce: *on the inside* omg!!! His curl is extra curly today!!! And his eyes are so blue!!! Omg he's looking at me!!!

Clark: what do you think, B?

Bruce *inner bruce: omg he called me b again!!!* yes, we can always contact the lanterns-

But funny enough his kids clock him so fast and start making fun of him off the bat that Bruce starts to regret ever having adopt them.

Clark: *talking with zatanna normally, at a normal social distance*

Bruce: *glaring a different glare because why are they so close*

Dick: you do know that they aren't flirting?

Bruce: I don't know what you referring to.

Dick: riiiiight and you glaring at zatanna like a jealous girlfriend is totally normal.

Bruce: nightwing, I think you seeing things

Dick: and I think you should suck his dick.

Jason: *passes by Bruce who's reading the daily planet's clark article* jesus lord why don't you just fuck him once and for all??

Bruce: jason!

Jason: like you are obsessing over him like u do with a case!!! You even have superman merch on your bedroom!! Damn you always put monitor duty just you two!! Just fuck!! Make him my step dad already!!

Bruce: *too speechless and glad that Jason sees him as his dad* wait how do you know I have superman merch??

Jason: your history tab ain't that anonymous.

Damian: father please just ask uncle clark on a date, this is getting ridiculous!

Bruce: *making heart eyes at clark while he's interview a random celebrity in their gala* I think you are seeing things damian, I do not like clark that way.

Damian: yeah and batcow is a bull. Please, father, you are being an embarrassment by denying such obvious statement.

(Plz if someone knows a fic like this, plz plz plz share)

I feel like Dick, Jason (or Tim) ans Duke would pretend to be power Rangers bc of their colors.

They would land next to Batman and perform a series of poses and say "I command the power of everything blue, Power Ranger Blue!" One by one just to be annoying.

Yeah batfam shenanigans

Saw something similar on my dash and needed a Gaz version

I'm gonna travel and when I come back I will draw sleepy bucky and then sleepy sambucky bc I like to see them comfortable and happy doing domestic shit

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.

At one point in time, John Price has uttered the words "Christ, that scared the tits off me."

And Simon Riley has immediately grabbed his tit and shook his head, uttering a very serious: "No, it didn't. Still there, still perky."

That day, they learned that John can swing significantly faster than Simon can duck.

Idk if I will keep doing this, it's just a though maybeee

Soap was Ghosts boy, and no one could be between them. Even when the 4 of them started to date, Ghost showed clear favorites towards Soap, which was something the other two were expecting.

Gaz is Price's boy, but not the same way as Ghost. Yes, he was protective of the younger, surely spoiled him and favorite him in certain aspects, it wasn't the same as Ghost with soap, Ghost was borderline obsessive. When they all started dating, Price wasn't so attached to Gaz, they both agreed to built a similar kind of relationship with the others.

Well, that was easy with soap, not only bc of the Scott's personality but bc they already had a deep connection with him. Gaz was his best friend and Price was role model and mentor.

Price had an easy time with Ghost, Gaz didn't. The sergeant couldn't find a way to connect with Ghost, not bc of fear of the man or intimidation, but bc...he just doesn't know. Kyle himself is a soft and fragile person, he's scared that he will ruin the relationship before he even got to built it, so they were...normal around each other but not lovely dovey they were surely walking on eggshells around each other. Even during it, they didn't engage much besides kissing.

Ghost didn't know how to be with Kyle bc he was scared of hurting the man. He knew the sergeant was the opposite of Soap, more soft and fragile altho he was strong willed and an amazing soldier. It's just...he didn't know what to do so he just stick with soap.

They didn't have a date together, didn't spend time together alone, not sleeping in the same bed, not sharing a meal alone, and if they did it was 100% in complete silence. It felt like they gave up on the relationship before they even though on.

Price and Soap noticed and tried their best to do something about it. Gaz did tried after their pestering, but seeing Ghost not returning the effort made him give up.

One day, Price and Soap received a mission, having to leave later that day, meaning that Ghost and Gaz would be alone at the base for and undefined amount of time. Soap stomped through the base with Price reluctantly trailing behind because he was forced by Soap's puppy eyes to follow him, into Ghosts office.

He knocked but didn't wait for an answer, barged in and stood in front of Ghosts desk, with Ghosts sitting on the other side, arms crossed and face determined.

"We are going to be shipped out"

Ghost glanced at Price who just stood there smiling weirdly.

"Yes, I heard."

"Ye gonna be alone with Gaz."

Ghost nodded, waiting for the scott to continue.

"Ye better start man up and actually woo gaz in a decent way because if u don't I will be very very mad."

"How mad?"

"No cuddling and no kissing mad."

Ghost was being sarcastic abt the mad thing, but it's starting to dread on him not having soaps touch for a long time, knowing the scott it would be a very very long period.

"It's not like I don't want to try, it's just I don't know what to do, I don't want to hurt him."

"Do you love him?" It was price this time, voice not soft but also not accusing, neutral, as a way to not pressure ghost.

"I want to." Ghost deflated a bit "I just don't know how."

"Kyle is fragile, he tends to wear his feelings on his sleeve when it comes to those he let's in, but ghost" price approached, stopping by soaps side "I also know you, and I know that you will love Kyle the way he needs. I also know that Kyle will love you the way you need to."

No no no.

Not Price with Ghost on a leash.

Not Soap with Ghost on a leash.

But Gaz with Ghost on a leash.

Think about it right? We have a man who can AND WILL choose war crimes to solve and issue. Now give him a man who follows orders for every crumb of love he can give? Baby they'd be unstoppable.

Gaz has the mind of a thorough planner, cool and collected, but will go berserk when need be. So I see Gaz using Ghost as a ace up his sleeve. Holding Ghost back for the right moment and definitely when the opposing team isn't expecting it.

In return? After the mission Simon will gladly beg for and accept whatever Gaz's perverted mind has after seeing his dog being taken off of his leash.