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Y/n: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Gaz: Several traffic violations.

Ghost: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Soap: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Price: Also, that’s not our car.

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Y/n: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Ghost: ... Your what?

Y/n: My friends.

Soap: Are they saying “friends”?

Price: I think they're being sarcastic.

Gaz: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Y/n! All of your friends are in this room.

Y/n: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

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Y/n: This food is too hot... I cant eat it.

Ghost: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.

Everyone at the table: *silence*

Gaz: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

Price: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

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Y/n: If you want my advice-

Gaz: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill Ghost. Multiple times.

Y/n: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, he also tried to kill me.

Ghost: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.

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Ghost: Captain- John... what the FUCK!?

Gaz: Self-sacrifice? No no- We don't do that shit

Price: Wouldn't have made it out even if I tried. Good thing the bomb was a dud

Soap, with tears streaming down his face: A FUCKING MIRACLE THE FACT IT WAS

Gaz, now starting to cry: You could have DIED

Price: I didn't-

Ghost: ORPHANED AGAIN. DO YOU WANT THAT??

Price:

Price: Don’t dog pile me

Ghost: I'M CALLING NIK AND TELLING HIM EVERYTHING

Price: T-That's not necessary-

Ghost: AND GRAVES

Price: ABSOLUTELY NOT NECESSARY

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*Price out in the field*

Price, texting with Nik: Love, I'm working I can't talk

Nik: John, please I have a shadow

Price: What?

Nik: *sends several pictures of teen!Gaz stalking him in the background*

Price: Oh he's revisiting his clingy era

Nik: I haven't known peace for the last two days please come home

Nik: *sends pictures of kid!Roach joining teen!Gaz in stalking him*

Price: Adorable

Nik: NO PEACE

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I love getting called baby like Yes it’s true I am a baby but most importantly I am Your baby so please say it again

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Hear me out on Simon Ghost Riley getting stares from people, I mean that's normal for the man but even people he knows are shooting him a whistle and some are giggling at him, at the end of the day he checks a mirror to find a big red kiss mark on the forehead of his mask. Visible to all. Thoughts?

HEY so i love this and I just had to get a move on immediately because it just started to roam around my head at random intervals of the day .

Warnings: Suggestive if you squint, cursing

Prior to Simon going out to buy some groceries for the week he was at home with you, sitting on the couch, a casual sunday afternoon, you had both just finished the leftovers in the fridge. Cuddled up on the couch, the clock reading 6:00pm, the sun shining a golden light through the sheer curtains, you get up off the couch and walk to the room as Simon shouts

“Where ya off to?” from his comfortable spot in front of the TV

“Forgot I had a work dinner tonight! I have to leave in an hour! I should be home by 9 or 9:30” You yell down from the bathroom as you begin to brush out your hair.

You’re almost ready as you hear him get off the couch and slowly trudge up the stairs, his footsteps get closer and closer to the bathroom just as you finish slipping on your silky black dress, the one that clings to every curve of your body perfectly, the one thats elegant and simple, the one that drives Simon nuts.

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you backwards despite your string of lighthearted pleas about how you just did your hair and how he’s gonna mess it up.

“Jus stay here tonight” he says as he rests his head in the nook of your neck before turning you to face him with ease, he sits the both of you down on the bed so you’re straddling him, your dress hiking up to your upper thighs, he drinks in the image of you before nipping at your neck, hearing your light giggles and scoffing at your faulty attempts to push him away.

“You know you wanna”

“Si’ you know good and well I have to go- and shit I have to go now” You say trying to get up, but he just pulls you closer, putting those big ass muscles to use

“Hey while I’m out and before the store closes, can you grab some milk and a carton of eggs? ran out this morning” You can almost hear his eyes roll, he was trying to seduce you into staying and you had to go all housewife on him.

“alright fine, gimme one more kiss babydoll.” He says grabbing at your ass attempting to lift your dress one more time, before you check your watch once more and quickly stand up, he grabs his mask and his keys and walks you out to your car, you pull him down by the collar of his shirt and plant a big fat kiss to his masked forehead. Watching him get into the car with a devilish smirk planted on your face, you start your car and drive off.

Simon walks into the grocery store, his big baggy cargos, chunky black combat boots, with scratches and a worn down look to them, his mask is covering the majority of his face, besides his eyes of course. He walks around without a care in the world, he’s used to getting stared at in public, he’s quite a large man, and his battle scars seem to draw loads of attention, but he’s getting more stares than usual, and more…snickers? He’s not too sure why people are giggling and whistling instead of covering their children’s eyes today he furrows his brows, checks out and gets in his truck, heading back to the house.

He puts everything away in the fridge and goes into the downstairs bathroom, low and behold he walks right past his mirror and slowly inches back only to see a bright red lipstick mark on his mask. He sucks his teeth and mumbles to himself before taking his phone out and sending you a text

“Think yer so funny huh sweet’art?”

He debates sending more but he refrains, he sets his mask out on the table and waits up for you on the couch, when you walk in the door and kick your shoes off, all he does is give you a sly look, watching your gaze switch from the mask to his face, his grin got bigger and bigger.

“anything you gotta say luvie?”

“did you get what I asked you to get from the market?” you say with a smile cracking at your lips

“yer just full of fuckin’ jokes tonight yeah” he says before picking you up by the legs and roughly kissing you ripping off that sexy black dress that he will now have to replace, but its worth it.

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Screeching

A MW fantasy au where Price, once a respected captain of the guard, has to go on the run after being framed for a heinous crime, and the only person who actually believes he's innocent without a doubt is Graves (the commander of an enemy kingdom, maybe has some magic that makes him especially feared). While Price is stuck with someone he hates, his once good friend and (secret) lover are forced to hunt them down, but Laswell and Nikolai (Nik being an advisor or something from an allied kingdom) are delaying things as much as possible to give Price the chance to prove himself innocent. Nikolai comes up with the genius idea of posting wanted posters that don't fully look like Price or Graves. Just off enough that people won't recognize them immediately but Price and Graves still know it's them.

Graves, having not seen his reflection in weeks, "Do I look like that? Do I honestly look like that? John-"

Graves being some sort of necromancer, a powerful one, and his Shadows are the risen dead. But he was bound with a magical cuff (he was going to be sent off to an instute) that stops all magic, forcing him to rely on physical skills (which definitely hinders him in the beginning). Price is forced to hide in the shadows, not sure of who he can trust, and out of desperation he decides to go to an institute for those who had been illegally/forcefully altered by magic to find help. He finds three men who are willing (for the sake of getting out of the institute and hopefully being accepted back into society).

The first man is bound to his anger, catching on fire and manipulating flames around him. The angrier he gets the hotter he burns. He was intiatially imprisoned in a normal jail until they found he melted the bars.

The second man didn't have physical alterations or anything like fire manipulation, but he had abilities akin to a siren's. Deadly charming voice, could tell someone to kill themselves in the slowest, most painful way and they would. He also could breathe underwater but his seduction abilities overshadowed that.

The third and final man had been there the longest out of three. 'Soulkiller' some called him. He could consume souls for strength, control blood like a hyromancer could water. Bend iron and crack stone with his bare hands. He was dangerous.

But they all were, and with their help along with Graves, Price could potentially clear his name.

Edit: Graves actually being the one who put the boys in the institute

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My little duty!! Design inspired by @mindie-arts

I love their poniesssss

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But he is-

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Soap: Simon, would you still love me if I was a worm?

Ghost: Yes. Would you still love me if you were a worm?

Soap: What?

Ghost: What if you’re not capable of loving me back and you fall in love with another worm? Eh? What then?

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Price prepares for his first date with Nik. 141 rib him.

CW: none.

Price stared into the mirror above his sink and wondered when the fuck all those lines on his face had arrived. Last time he’d looked, he could have sworn there were fewer, and there had been no grey either, but now he saw traces of his old man in the reflection and that made his stomach twist unpleasantly.

In all fairness, he didn’t really have much reason to look–really look–at his own face. Even when he was smearing camo around his eyes and down his cheeks, he was only looking for areas of shine that might draw an enemy’s eye. He never really considered why else someone might be lookin’.

Why Nik might be lookin’.

“Bloody hell,” he breathed as he began gathering up his shaving bowl and the badger-fur brush he only got out on special occasions; medal ceremonies, weddings, funerals and now, apparently, bloody dates. Why the fuck he had even agreed to it in the first place he had no idea, but Nik was surprisingly romantic given what Price knew about the rest of his life, and it was difficult to say no when he turned on those eyes. The word ‘no’ felt like booting a Labrador in the face.

Price stashed his shaving kit away and turned back to the mirror to check the rest. He had been pretty sure the shirt he had scrounged from the bottom of his paltry wardrobe hadn’t seen the light of day since the early noughties, and that had been confirmed when he’d pulled it around his shoulders and the buttons had gaped over his chest. Twenty years ago he’d been a lot leaner, but two decades of focused gym sessions, hard graft and being battered in the field had left him with a lot more heft. He’d pulled on a white t-shirt underneath and left it open, hoping he didn't look too much like someone's dad trying to look ten years younger.

Hair waxed into place, beard conditioned, aftershave and cologne–but not enough to register as chemical warfare–and he was as good as he was gonna get. He had never been asked on a date, only ever done the asking, and even then the sum total of his dating efforts as a young man had ended in disaster. Cold fish and chips on the riverfront and getting your leg over in the nearby park, only to fumble that too, wasn’t exactly peak romance, even at fifteen years old, and somehow he didn't think Nik had anything similar in mind.

Fifteen years old. That had been--

Oh, fuck. He was not equipped for this in the slightest.

Price’s phone beeped and a glance at the message confirmed Nik had arrived on base to pick him up. Bang on time too. Price took one final look in the mirror, grimaced, shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. Fuck it. It would have to do. Nik had seen him looking like the arse end of a donkey, so this… jitter in Price’s chest felt bloody stupid.

“Get a fuckin’ grip,” he murmured to himself as he snatched his wallet and keys from his bed and shut the door behind him. Unfortunately for Price, the rest of 141 were eagerly awaiting his appearance in the rec room and all looked up when he closed the door. He immediately regretted not exiting through the open window in his room.

“Well, well, cap, don’ ye brush up nice. G’ies a twirl,” Soap said, leaning forward with a wide grin that informed Price he was about to endure a good five to ten minutes of focused ribbing.

“Watch it, MacTavish,” Price replied, but without heat. He felt like a prize twat and this was Soap’s roundabout way of helping.

“Och, c’mon noow,” Soap spread his hands and turned to Garrick for support, “Gaz, back me up…”

Garrick looked up from his phone and tilted his head to the side, clearly evaluating just how much he wanted to chance Price putting him on the worst details for the next week. Apparently, he was feeling pretty fucking lucky that evening. “Pretty sure my dad owns that shirt, Tav. Very… uh, early noughties chic. What d’ya think, Ghost?”

Price could count on Simon to fight his corner against these two reprobates. Or so he thought. Simon leaned back, arms folded across his chest, and examined Price for a beat before choosing violence. “Pretty sure I saw it last about ten years ago,” Simon said, and then shook his head. “Happy to drop a pony on a new striker xt gen 2 so you can have the ranger green as well as the steel grey, but couldn’t cough up a few quid on a new shirt, sir.”

“You’re all bastards, and I you’ll be shovelling the shit next week once I get back to my desk,” Price growled.

A round of groans followed, and Soap rolled up to his feet. “C’mon, sir, we’re just jossin’. As my ol’ nan used tae say: a pritty face suits the dish-cloot.”

“Dish cloth chic,” Gaz said, grinning.

“Ah mean he looks bonnie, right? ‘Side, we need to cut the ol’ man some slack. When was th’ last time ye got tae let yer hair doon, sir?”

“Not long enough,” Price said, pinching the bridge of his nose and planning to beast the trooper delaying Nik at the checkpoint.

“I reckon the last time was when Usher was in the charts. What was the song? Ooh-whoop ooh-whoop, ooh-whoop ooh-whoop, shit, what was it called?”

Price decided that Garrick would be organising a mock dawn raid for the freshest batch of recruits. He would make sure the weather forecast was grim.

“Wait, wait, lemme get it up on Spotify. We c'n get cap in the mood tae drop tha’ thang. Reckon Nik’s an animal on the dancefloor, aye? Ha! Found it. ‘Yeah’ by Usher.”

Soap would be joining Garrick. Full weighted kit.

Price watched as the two sergeants bounced around enthusiastically to a song from 2004 that was, by Price’s estimations, only a year older than the shirt he was currently wearing. Fucking disaster. He looked at Simon, who was watching Johnny with that far away look he always did when he thought no one else would notice.

“You have started the party without me, I see,” said a familiar voice at the door. Price looked over and nearly choked on his own tongue. Nik looked fucking good. White button down open at the collar, black slacks, polished shoes, with his hair freshly cut. Simple, but classy. Price tugged at his sleeve and rubbed the back of his neck, hoping the heat he felt under his skin hadn't translated into a flush.

Nik appraised Price with those same soft eyes that had implored him from the cockpit of his damn helicopter for a date. Price cleared his throat. “You scrub up good, Nik.”

“I could say the same. But you are always the prettiest thing in any room to me, captain.”

Price’s face burned to the very tips of his ears.

“Ah, Nik! Watcha mate, how're you doin’?” Garrick bounded over and threw his arm around Nik’s shoulders for a half hug.

“Ye better have him home by ten!” Soap called from where he stayed slouched on the sofa.

“Of course, sergeant.”

“Nik, let's go, and you lot, get an early night. Pay back's a bitch.”

Nik smiled and stepped aside with what was definitely a bloody half bow to let Price out of the rec room first to a chorus of groans and entreaties for mercy from the two sergeants. Price and Nik emerged into the night air and had almost reached the car before Nik took Price's hand and drew him to a stop. “You are nervous.”

Price cleared his throat, sniffed, and did his best to come off as nonchalant. “Nah, I'm grand, just realised I’ve not got the clobber for this kind of thing, or the, uh… expertise. I'm worried you'll be disappointed.”

Nik looked at him blankly.

“Ah, sorry, my… clothes. It's been a long time since–”

Nik took his chin and lifted his eyes from where they had drifted to the ground. The kiss he placed on Price’s lips was tender, fleeting compared to their first shared under the downdraft of spinning helicopter blades, but it made Price's heart stutter just the same.

“You look good…” Nik released his chin to push both hands into Price’s hair, mussing it out of its careful arrangement. Next, he reached around the back of Price’s belt and tugged his t-shirt free. “Hm, now better.” Price swallowed hard, trying not to be too obvious about inhaling Nik’s scent as he pressed in close.

“Scruffy more like.” Price was still getting over the feeling of Nik’s fingers in his hair, brushing the skin on his back. Nerves had been replaced by the soft thrum of something warm in his chest.

“Nyet. English country boy with rough edges and blue eyes. You are honest, John Price. And a good man. It is what I have always loved most.” Nik opened the car door as Price gawped at him with wide eyes. When his senses had returned, Price realised Nik had rented a nondescript BMW for his stay, with leather interior and a fully digital media system. Plush. “After you.”

“Where’re we goin’?” Price asked as he slid into the passenger seat.

“Is surprise.”

“Bloody hell, and here I was thinkin' we’d go out for a movie and a pint.”

Nik grinned, tapping the beemer into ‘Drive’. “I will have the captain back before he turns into pumpkin, or the lieutenant mounts a rescue mission.”

Price chuckled as Nik pulled away into the night. Thankfully, Usher didn't feature in the evening‘s itinerary.

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Istg pls I fucking hope that they go like taht

Soap: Do you think animals have celebrities?

Soap: Like do birds recognize that one bird who sings really good?

Soap: Or maybe the other dogs at the kennel see Riley and go “OMG! She’s my hero.”

Ghost: I fucking hope so.

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Imagine just being a fling to Ghost.. that'd hurt ngl. (I listened to Casual for hours)

A Casual Thing.

Imagine you and Ghost are the worst of enemies, even though being in 141 made you two teammates. No matter how hard the council and higher ups made ways to have you two get along it always failed. Until....

It was just a fine afternoon when that crazy idea popped in your head. What if you guys just have a peace treaty to get along with one another? Just, you know, casual outings alone (dates), meetings, meetups? You proposed it to the angry British man and somehow Price had coaxed him to agree. So then started your journey with him, each meetup and activity bringing you closer...every outing, every stupid idea, every shitty joke, every time he smirked at you or flashed you that cocky grin..made you think that maybe he wasn't so bad after all. But that light-hearted activity turned into something malevolent and tense. You both didn't know what it was but there was just something in there. Waiting, licking it's lips as it watched and observed, always on the prowl....and when you finally found out what it was...you always ended up on his bed, barely able to walk. You gave him your first time. You thought "oh well, I was going to lose it anyway, why not give it to someone I trust?" Trust. You trusted him. More and more by the day. You did it in places you never thought of, always hands on each other, not letting each other go. He was possessive but you liked that, because it made you feel secure, appreciated and loved... Love. What a silly word. Love wasn't the word to describe what this was. It definitely wasn't love. You pleaded to whatever was out there to keep you safe from the sickly feeling. And then one fateful day, you two were sitting at the table eating lunch, telling each other shite jokes, laughing along. Then came that new medic, a British girl by the name of Ava. Ghost's childhood friend and the one he promised to marry way way back then. She sat down next to him and asked what you two were. At that moment, you realized that...you had started to catch feelings. Stupid and crazy as it was, you had slowly fallen inlove with the guy in the mask. Before you could reply, Ghost just responded with "oh, i's no'hing, jus' a casual fling." And fuck it broke your heart. Shattered you to pieces, felt like your soul was sucked out by a dementor, sucked the happiness out of you. Ava just laughed, putting her hands all over him. Ava knew you liked him. Everyone in the girl's locker room knew. The locker room was the safest place, it was where girl code was used and to tell each other who to look out for. It was a girl code. Ava broke girl code and Ghost can't be bothered to even look at you as you felt your world spinning, you wanted to throw up, you wanted to cry, you wanted to do nothing and everything at once. You wanted to yell and scream but you sat still and lost your appetite, the food you did your best cooking getting cold in Ghost's plate. Weeks came by and hell, you couldn't move on. Every single time you see him, your heart starts hurting again, no matter how much you downed alcohol. Price, Nik, Gaz, Farah too, had confronted you about your addiction. Price looked worried, Gaz confused, Farah looked like she'd cry from your state of confusion and distress, Nik looked grim. Price asked you what Ghost was to you and why you were radio silent. All you could reply was "we were casual. Just a fling that's gone on way too long." You explained everything down to the details of how you gave him your first to when Ava sat down and you just lost Ghost forever. Soap came in and asked about you. Price had to tell that you were getting your psych evaluation and therapy. Ghost, clueless as ever, is now with Ava. You really were just a fling. Your therapist asks you, what happened. And all you could tell them is "just a casual thing. A fling. Who am I to be like this...I mean how can you break up with someone who you were never with in the first place?"

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PRETTYYY AHHHH

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women's thighs. you agree. reblog.

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Imagine Kurapika knowing how to play the harp, as one of the skills he had learned, that one of the subjects he was taught was music and his instrument was a harp. Imagine he played this: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSYhSvFbK/

Like just- one day they're all together and he finds a harp in the hotel room and was like "it's been quite a while, let me play something" and this absolute masterpiece just- appeared. And he walks off like it was something ordinary when he literally has Killua's jaw on the ground and Illumi clapping for him. Like- imagine if they were all together, the whole hxh (it was a miracle they didn't kill each other already) and here's the best part. It was about Kuroro. LIKE- "AN OBLIVIOUS TO HIS OWN LOVE TO KURORO" KURAPIKA JUST PLAYED HIS FEELINGS OUT ON A HARP WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING IT WAS FOR HIM- LIKE - OMG BRO-

Kuroro would be- so head over heels this man-