My Biggest Crush Omg

Ah yes, swearing Ghost (♥ω♥*). And also let's not forget the times he got hurt/injured during the campaign, luckily not too severe. They better keep it that way..

Ghost who's not good with kids, and purposefully scared them away just so they wouldn't approach him coz he didn't know what to say or what to act around them.

Until one day, he met a little girl. From her face alone, he knew she was a brat. But he was still human, he couldn't just leave a child alone.. especially when he saw a suspicious man approaching her.

And so he approached her, scared the man away before asking her where's her parents.

After a long agonizing hours (actually its 30 minutes), you finally came along. looking dishelved, anxious, and frustrated.

He looked at you without saying a word as you apologized to him profusely before turning to your daughter.

Only for the little girl to frown, sticking her little tongue out to you and cling to his side. Saying she didn't want to leave because she has a new daddy now.

Simon who had to ask Captain Price and Johnny for advice on how is he gonna get things together.

Simon who stared at you contact for 5 minutes straight before hitting send button on his message.

Simon who made sure to look neat as possible. Styling his hair, brushing his teeth and picking out an outfit that looks good.

Simon who can't decide which boquet of flowers to buy.

Simon who couldn't help but blush and smile to see you in your beautiful outfit.

Simon who made sure he acted like a gentleman by opening his car door for you, making you walk in the restaurant first (his mother taught him the "ladies first" rule way back when he was a kid)

Simon who insist on paying for all the food you ate

Simon who tried to act calm when he fell on one knee and took out a small dark blue box from his pocket, revealing a beautiful ring.

You who couldn't believe everything thats happening, stuck in cloud nine.

You who immediately said yes giving the warmest embrace ever

And Simon, who felt like hes the most luckiest man on earth to have you in his dark and gloomy life.

John Prices wife coming to pick him up at the airport after he returns from a mission, but the car is now full of military men.

One look at the three boys, completely exhausted and pulling their phones out to book a taxi had your heart crying. Without thinking, you offered them all a lift to yours and Johns home for them to stay overnight.

So now there’s three men cramped onto your three backseats, John having the luxury of sitting in the front. Simon is on the end (still in his balaclava but luckily not the skull mask because you’d be a little creeped out seeing that every time in the rear view mirror), Johnny in the middle and then Kyle on the other end. Johnny complains for about 10 minutes that he’s squished in and has no room to move but after that he’s completely zonked out on Simons shoulder.

Your music plays quietly through the speakers and they’re happy to listen to anything that isn’t gun shots or explosions.

Once you arrive home, they all climb out the car, grabbing their bags from the boot and dumping them down in the living room.

“Place looks less lifeless than last time I was here,” comments Johnny.

“Finally got a woman’s touch to it,” adds Kyle.

You smile a little at the non-direct compliment. Price also looks around, noticing the little details that have changed or the things that have been added around his house, keeping a hand on your back. He leans down and kisses you gently, mumbling “I missed you” against your lips.

“I missed you too. But it looks like you’ve lost weight.” You glance down at his body. “I’ll fatten you up again,” you tease with a little giggle as he chuckles.

It’s around 9pm by the time you’ve cooked dinner for four people who have appetites of bears. They all look at you as if you’re an angel sent from heaven when they see the food, sitting down at the dining table silently and scoffing down the meal.

By 10pm, you go into the living room thinking they’re all watching TV but instead they’re all asleep. You grab some spare blankets from beside the sofa and cover them up except for John. You shake him awake and make him move upstairs into bed with you. There’s no way you’re letting him sleep on the sofa and not with you after weeks apart.

something about a quiet night with simon in your kitchen; of him hefting you up by your hips to place you on the counter, slotting himself between your legs before dropping low to kiss you; of him bumping noses with you, making you giggle as he huffs, his cheeks thrumming with warmth.

“m’bad,” he says, his breath fanning over your lips. “jus’ really wanted t’kiss you, s’all.”

“s’okay,” you coo, throwing your arms over his shoulder. “i wanna kiss you so bad too.”

“oh yeah?” he hums, teasing, and you feel more than see the way his lips tug up in a crooked smile.

you roll your eyes at his weak tease before pulling him down, finally claiming that kiss because you can’t wait anymore. it’s just a peck, it’s not heated or weighted, and your noses are still slotted awkwardly but you breathe him in, hearing the hum of your refrigerator and the quiet ticking of your oven, and simon’s back in your arms, and truly, you think that this might just be the best kiss you’ve ever had.

Scrumptious

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What if Ghost really was a ghost? They say that sometimes a ghost attaches itself to a person rather than a location and this often happens early in life. What if Ghost had picked you at some random point in your childhood? He’d be protective beyond the boundaries of any normal, physical person, preventing harm from coming to you.

When you were small you never seemed to get the bumps and bruises other children got, almost as though an unseen hand was always there to catch you. In school the bullies rarely bothered you, as strange things happened when anyone tried to shove you. Shoelaces suddenly untied making the bully fall, of bags suddenly opened and their contents spilled. The one time someone decided to actually try to hit you, they flew backwards across the hall but the teacher didn’t believe it wasn’t you and you got in trouble. That’s teachers car then refused to start ever again.

As you got older and started taking an interest in dating things got really weird though. Make out sessions always ended abruptly when your partner suddenly got a bad headache, the atmosphere in the room becoming oppressive and cold, ever single time someone tried to touch you.

It was like the protective spirit wanted to keep you for himself. No one else was allowed to touch you. But when you lay alone, finding pleasure and release by yourself, you always felt a familiar presence, a weight pressing down ontop of you as you touched yourself.

Even though you couldn’t feel breath against your neck you could hear it, a rhythmic faint sound as though someone were mimicking the actions of your hands, kissing your neck without making contact.

On a few occasions you swore you felt something nudging against your hole, something that wasn’t there but sent a cold shiver along your nerves to your spine as you were pressed harder into the mattress by the unseen shape.

And when you finally came, still alone in the sweat soaked sheets, the phantom sighing sounded like someone saying mine.

It’s my business when men are forcing their girlfriends into anal sex. It’s my business when women are getting surgeries on their labia and breasts so they can look like model’s in playboy, its my business because young girls are being forced to act out porn scenes with their first boyfriends in case their boyfriends leave them or stop thinking that they’re hot, it’s my business when men are so gorged on porn they think a woman who doesn’t send nude pictures is weird, its my business when men are taking up-skirt photos and groping women, it’s my business when women are being forced to have sex without condoms so that it will feel better ‘for men’, because there are no condoms in porn scenes, its my business when women are lying and faking their orgasms because porn has taught men that sex is about THEIR pleasure, and that sex is just endlessly pumping their dick into a woman over and over again, it’s my business when I can’t look up anything on the internet without coming across advertisements for porn, its my business when I can’t look up any information on my sexual orientation without being overrun by porn even with the safe search on. Its my business, its my business, its my fucking business.