Ghost Is An Ass Guy (idc What U Think).

I'm watching 911 I'm already on the s3 but following what's happening in s8 and ffs if BUDDIE ISNT TOGETGER BY TOMMOROW IM GOING TO GENUINELY CRASH OUT BC WTF IS THIS EDGING I DID NOT ASK FOR THJS JUST GODDAMN KISS ALREADY WHAT DO MEAN HES LIVING AT HIS HOUSE WTF DO U MEAN THEY VC AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT I CANT EVEN CALL MY BESTIE ONCE A MONTH WTF ARE EVEN THIS TWO IDIOTS JUST CLASH LIPS ALREADY

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

post mission pub

Bfs possessive over bats part 2

BIRDFLASH

to wally fortune, or misfortune, his boyfriend was a charismatic hero and mentor.

Teen titans loved him as a leader, every new member of the league always flocked to him because he was understanding and easy to talk to. It was a constant for his boyfriend to be surrounded by other heroes.

It was okay for wally, until some of them would see Dicks kindness as an opportunity.

Hal tried, until he found out he was young enough to be his son. Victor did because, well, Victor found him hot, but he also wasn't successful. Roy was a funny situation bc it was a reverse but whatever they don't talk about it. Some workers tried their best too, but again, dick would politely tell them that he was off market.

Because yeah, wally though coming from the source that Dick wasn't available would stop them, but apparently it doesn't, it fucking fuels them.

It dawned on wally that he was tired of this thing, like everyone hitting on dick and dismissing him, who's always right by dicks side. He decided to do what they do best in their relationship, which is talk (complain like a kid) with each other

"I'm tired of this" wally said as they were walking towards the meeting room.

"Tired of what?" Dick asked.

Wally started to move his arms around "of everyone flirting with u like I don't exist! I little kiss you in front of this people and they just keep flirting!"

Dick chuckled at the dramatics of his boyfriend "cmon wally! It's okay, it's all in good nature and maybe they really don't realize it!"

"No" wally turned and pushed dick to the wall and caged him between his arms. In a low, dangerous voice he said "you are mine, Richard Grayson, and I'm going to make that known one way or another."

And if dick appeared limping in that meeting, with his messed up and a blush on his face, with Wally trailing behind all smug and cocky, it's no one's business.

Superbat | timkon | jayroy | jondami

Bruce, adopting Dick: Aw-w, what a sweet little kid! Surely, he is so polite, and—

Dick, the instance he gets in the battle: You fucking disappointment of a person, and (string of curses on his mother language)

Bruce: Oh. Okay.

Bruce, adopting Jason: Well, Jason was well-mannered and soft-spoken so far, so, maybe—

Jason to the random goon: You motherfucking asshole, I am going to shove this boa to your—

Bruce: Right. Okay.

Bruce, making Stephanie his Robin: Maybe...

Stephanie, using the same street language Jason did, if not worse: I FUCKED YOUR MOM, YOU SON OF A—

Bruce: Whatever.

Bruce, eying suspiciously quiet Tim, who came to interrogate the goon for the first time as a Robin: ?

Tim, the minute door closed behind him: Listen to me, you pathetic excuse of a man, I am going to fuck you up, in an—

Bruce, sighing: Yeah. Honestly. Whatever.

Bruce, staring at angry Damian, who looks like he is about to explode, but keeps up as much as he can: Go on, chump. Say what you want.

Damian, staring at the floor with the deadliest stare ever: Not to sound unbecoming, but... Loser. -_-

Bruce, flabbergasted: ...Okay.

Gaz who gets caught in a building during it falling on an operation.

Ghost who pushes him to the ground sheltering gaz's whole body with his huge frame.

Gaz who comes too with a bleeding unconscious Ghost on-top of him, and has to struggle to carry him to the safe house.

Ghost who allows Gaz to take the mask off to treat his wounds.

Gaz who realises just how pretty Ghost is, and is trying not to flush pink while stitching him up.

Ghost who falls asleep on Gaz feeling comfortable enough to do so.

Gaz who absently braids his lieutenants hair.

The rough idea of something I'm writing.

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.

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 drew the batfam!!! It was fun drawing with a pen and studying comic book style (their bfs are coming up!!)

I kinda wanna say my two cents, but plz tell me if I'm wrong, bc I have read every poly 141 fic that has gaz available and always filter the tags tpnread those fics with more gaz and the mw2019 being one of my COD games - I think both of you are right but I'm leaning more on what Brooke said!!

Besides the race (that honestly I believe that one of the MAIN reasons) I think the lack of we not knowing his backstory of him being "normal" (he's a soldier, he's far from normal he has seen stuff) is one of the main things. Like Ghost, soap and Price are so liked bc they basically fucked up ppl that went through torture, forced murder and other things that made them fucked up, and that makes them dangerous and nice to write bc, let's be honest, their backstories are basically done u don't have to think of anything besides what thing u gonna use (and yeah in many fandoms there's always a lack of imagination and creation when given a blank character) and Konig coming instead of gaz is exactly that - he's a fucked up with tons of backstory that makes him fucked and he's nice to use (besides that he's not even in the same universe but whatever)

But I 100% agreed with both!!! Gaz is a blank slate, we know little about him besides that he trust price with his life, and he's a good person trying to enter the grey zone of war. But like create stuff of for him!! Maybe he went to the army bc his dad was one!! Maybe he wanted to cure a part of himself in the army!!! Maybe he genuinely wanted to help people but slowly finds out that nothing is at it seems!!! Make him having to make decisions that go agaisnt his morals!! Making him question every decision he makes!! Jesus making go through a deadly situation!!

He's an amazing character to just go wild and create!! And also how can u ignore those fucling puppies eyes my guy knows he's cute and he uses it!!!

(I really fucking love gaz and feel so sad that he's basically being replace all tho he was the og in the remakes)

Genuinely curious what part of Gaz makes people say he's not that interesting..

To the point of him getting excluded

Is it the lack of mask?? Price and Soap isn't wearing any, he's not dilf enough? Soap is babyfaced..

Seriously, they usually don't say out loud what i was thinking of.. but if you're genuinely thinking he's uninteresting but not at the fact that he's black, then what?