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slutty simon (he doesn’t pose)

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pricexghostxreader is just thee dynamic to me. ghost only trusting price to be any level of vulnerable around, needing price to 'vet' any pretty bird they think could help temper their combined fire with her softness. he has a hard time trusting good things, needs price to reassure him that the pretty soft thing waiting in their shared bed really does just want simon as much as she wants john.

price, who wants the traditional wife waiting at home with a baby on her hip, but isn't willing to give up his right hand, his best lieutenant, his good boy. simon is his long-term project, a soldier he saved from himself and molded into the perfect attack dog. his loyal pet. the bond they have goes deep, and price will not, under any circumstances, give up that heady sense of power he gets when simon just submits, all

both of them requiring an 'anchor' to the civilian world, a reminder of what they do the work for- because they know that when a soldier's whole life is absolutely nothing but the job, that's how you create weirdos like nikto and kreuger.

that's what sets john off hunting for their fat little wife, someone who can keep a home ready for them, who can keep one busy while the other's deployed separately. someone who will give them a soft, warm respite from the hard lives they've been leading.

the dynamic between price and simon is rigid, with price calling the shots always... but ghost isn't a lieutenant for nothing. he needs someone to train, to lead, to mold to his wants the same way price molded him. (and if he's honest with himself, he'll realize his wants and prices wants are damn near the same).

their soft little plaything may not be at the top of the pecking order, but she's so vitally important to keeping them grounded that she may as well be on top. they both need her tenderness and devotion in order to feel like they have worth beyond being killing machines, that what they do in the field has real meaning beyond fulfilling orders from on high.

and their sweet, soft girl who has no clue how vitally important she is, who assumes she's the needy one, living off their combined wages in a house whose deed doesn't have her name on it (yet). who loves and dotes on sir and daddy, who's desperately afraid one or both might not come home and she'll be left alone, forced to leave the house she's worked so hard to make a home for them.

ahhhhhhhhhhh fuck i love this dynamic

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bounty hunter ghost on his rare day around the ranch

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characters who arent canonically gay but whose behavior just makes no sense unless you read them as gay

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Saw something similar on my dash and needed a Gaz version

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all of 141 tbh

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ms paint ghosts

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Bitchless: Price, Soap, Ghost

Swimming in it: Gaz

Mad at Gaz: Soap

Too busy to care: Price

Virgin: Ghost

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simon surprising you with an early homecoming but instead of doing it like a normal person he takes photos of you through the windows and sends them from an unknown number before climbing in the upstairs window and sneaking up behind you still in his full gear

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@/Void-my-warranty's latest polls just made me think: Soap really has serious "unemployed friend" energy when he's not on deployment. You think maybe the man works a trade but you have never seen him work. All he does is hang around your job and occasionally disappear to climb a mountain or something. He has skirted every conversation about work and he's constantly crashing on one of his buddies couches. He invited you to hang at one of their places once but the big guy had stared at you so intensely for so long that you'd had to excuse yourself to have a panic attack in the bathroom about potentially meeting a serial killer despite Johnny insisting he was harmless.

You text him about grabbing dinner and he goes "out of the cuntry, sry luv 🤪" and it's like tuesday, get a fucking job Mactavish.

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@ceilidho fear of god mini-fanart.

My annual appreciation fanart for our lord and saviour @ceilidho !

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You ruined a perfectly hot middle aged man by giving him abs

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it was just a joke

the joke:

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Here me out pls

Nik in the Strict Machinery AU as a possible bf for reader for a NikPricexReader

Thank you for your time

hear you out? for nik? always. this was fun. nikolai is still nikolai in this au. that is, mysteriously wealthy and well-connected. he's probably fascinated by john. it's cutting edge technology, after all. available only to the testers that live in the building.

that said. i do not think their first meeting goes well.

strict machine anthology. cw: alcohol mention, implied non-consensual voyeurism, the boys are fighting

the hesitation is intentional, nikolai thinks. prototype or not, there is no reason for this thing to experience a delay. it's too advanced. his own cheap, voice-active coffee maker brews pots when he's face down in bed, slurring commands through a hangover.

he leans against the counter. "john. i said, black coffee, no sugar."

this time, it responds. "user has not authorized food or drink for guests."

nikolai smiles, a tired amusement curving his mouth. "she's asleep," he counters, pushing to see where the line is. "should i wake her?"

after a beat, the machine hums to life, reluctantly, he assumes. as the mug fills, he turns his attention to the wall panel. he ignores the in case of emergency and authorized users only stickers.

the nearly invisible door gives a soft whoosh as the compartment opens, revealing a sleek, intricate array of circuits and controls—a shrine to cutting-edge design. far beyond what even the wealthiest of his clients might handle, nikolai marvels at it, his fingers hovering just shy of contact. then, he touches its small screen, intending to peek at—

it zaps him. not painful, but pointed. a gentle warning, considering. nikolai shakes out his fingers and chuckles. "i apologize. i should always ask before touching."

there is no answer, until he retrieves his coffee. it is black, but one sip, and he knows there are at least two sugars in it. what a curious, temperamental thing.

"before she wakes, i should inform you that i was unable to complete your background check last night." john suddenly pipes up, voice clipped and stern.

"you ran a check? on me?" not the first time, not the last. good to know his team is worth their salaries, though. keeping him disconnected, his data scrubbed.

"i run checks with everyone my user spends more than five minutes with."

"surely i lasted longer than that," nikolai smirks into his mug, feeling the granules dissolve and swim between his teeth. "you were watching us, weren't you?"

silence.

"to make sure i was acting as a gentleman, as i assured you last night?"

"you were drunk."

"we both were." nikolai replies, moving to the couch. he sinks into its corner, one leg draped over the edge, lounging comfortably. he looks out across the sterile space. it is cozy compared to his own, but it has its charm. he is undecided about the assistant, though.

the thing is too over-zealous for his liking. he would spit if he heard his coffee maker back talk. he would take a bat to it.

"you must know her better than anyone."

this time, the response is immediate. defensive, even. "i am optimized to ensure her well-being."

nikolai chuckles. "'optimized'. is that what you call it?" he smooths back his mussed hair. "you don't like me. you're suspicious. that's good. it's very…human."

"it is not. i am not." a shift in tone. closer, too. like he's right on top of him. has he flustered the thing? "my programming is consistent and solid, unlike–"

"humans?" he catches a flicker of light, and a projected figure materializes beside him, legs disappearing into the couch. broad shoulders, bullish posture, arms crossed. its face is tight and stern, probably modeled after a thousand logged expressions of intimidation. the fidelity is nothing like he's seen, either. realistic enough that nikolai wanted to touch it the mole on its nose. his hand twitches before he recalls the panel's warning.

hm. interesting. more rugged than i imagined.

"that's good, john. because i'm consistent. solid, too. ask her about that later. she will tell you, or she will request pain relief." he lifts his mug in a toast, and the figure's frown deepens.

just as quickly as it appeared, the image vanishes. he hears movement from beyond the cracked bedroom door, followed by a voice. low, but not quite low enough.

"john?"

"yeah, darl?"

darl?

"i'm, uh, sore from...dancing last night. do you mind setting out something in the bathroom for it?"

something in the wall behind nikolai makes an awful sound. a muffled, metal-on-metal rumbling. an equivalent to grinding teeth together. his grin widens, and he spreads his legs a little further.

"of course, darl, i'll—"

"oh! and ask nik what he wants for breakfast, okay?"

he laughs quietly into his too-sweet coffee at the program's stiff and resigned assent.

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❤️🧡🤍🩷💜

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Soap the kinda dude to get possessed by an evil entity of some kind after finding an ancient artifact. He’s like “feel like I’m bein’ constricted by the wee roots of a gnarled tree, each more hateful than the last” and ghost is like “do you think maybe it’s the amulet” and soap’s like “nah, cannae be the amulet—“