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doomed pussy got me following the path of my undoing

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watched the nun 2... i see that franchise fell off after the first movie...

...also u can tell there was a writer's strike cuz no one knew what to do with sister debra

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watched the nun 2... i see that franchise fell off after the first movie...

...also u can tell there was a writer's strike cuz no one knew what to do with sister debra

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Your Touch

Ghost x Reader

Ghost likes getting his back rubbed at night.

SFW, Extreme Fluff, Back Rubs, Cuddles, Pre-established Relationship, Hurt and Comfort, Touch-Starved!Ghost, Ghost is soft and vulnerable in this, Drabble, Scarcely Proofread

How about some fluff amidst all the smut I've been working on. 💞

Masterlist

"I don't quite know how to ask this, but..."

Simon's eyes dipped down quickly from yours back towards the ceiling, a sudden rush of shyness and vulnerability running through this large, deadly man like a tidal wave. Once a suitable amount of seconds had passed, he turns his body to face you, the entire bed shifting against his form and tugging at the covers.

"...Could you rub me?"

Your lips curve into a crooked and playful smile as you turn on the bed to face him as well, your hands resting comfortably sandwiched between your head and your pillow.

"Rub you?" You say, fingers playfully beginning to sift through the covers towards his lower half. "Your wish is my command, Si'."

Your hands have just reached the waistband to his sweatpants when you've suddenly felt a strong grip gently take hold over your wrist.

You hesitate at first, immediately fearful that you've suddenly overstepped a boundary or done something wrong; since beginning your relationship with Simon, you've done the most to be respectful of his pace. If he wished you to stop, then you would, no questions asked. But you catch his eyes -- dark brown orbs half-lidded and wavering. You knew this had been something else.

He could have you continue; go on with feeling your skin slide against him, before you've found the better parts of him you'd been yearning for. Have your small fingers dance and tug at him until you've pulled the night time exhaustion he'd been looking for out of him. He could have that happen and have no complaints at all. He knows he always could.

And yet he holds your hand back, keeping your touch as far away as his brooding gaze had suddenly become.

"Not that," he says. "Not tonight at least, love. I meant rub me like..."

Like the first night you ever rubbed him. A night spent longer than most together in bed, just wrapped in one another's arms. Your breathing was a soft tune his ears could follow along to as he rests, your arms better than any blanket he could have.

As he laid on top of you, an innocent gesture on his part, your hand slipped beneath his shirt. Before long he had felt your fingers softly glide over the most neglected parts of his back, tracing small lines and circles.

Touch never came gentle to Simon; it has always been a sick and harmful thing. To feel a touch now so sweet and with care, without even having to ask, the man had felt unworthy by nature. And mostly he had felt sorrow, in many degrees beyond its own self.

If this is what a loving touch had truly felt like -- like safety and peace -- it turned his stomach at times to be aware that he's never felt such a thing in his life until now. Not from anyone beyond his own mother. A short-lived time that left as quickly as it remained. But nothing had been this. He knew that the moment he felt you.

He remembers not wanting that night to ever end. And he remembers how fast it had put him to sleep as well. Since that day he's silently enjoyed your hands running against him innocently, never quite finding the strength to ask you outright do it more often until now.

What had made tonight different, he couldn't say. But even now, with your hands in his, patiently listening to him, he just wanted you to touch him more. Extend your body out to him and remind him of his own humanity.

"I don't know how to describe it..." Simon says, though he'd partly been lying. He could describe it in full detail what he wanted, if it didn't make him feel so frail doing so.

But you smile, seeing the bashfully glint to his brown eyes and understanding the man's hesitancy to be more upfront. "I understand."

You slip your hand from him and gently curve it over his body beneath the covers, scooting your way over until your short arms have finally manage to reach his back.

Your fingers gently comb over his skin, grazing him faintly with your nails, as you've begun to let your hand trails up his spine from the lower half of his back all the way up to the base of his neck. You let your finger pass each link of his spine beneath his skin, feeling the goosebumps you had risen over his entire body.

Simon lets out a gruff groan and sinks into your arms, letting his head begin to nuzzle into your chest, and giving you a better angle to rub him. "You're too good to me love," he says.

His continued little adjustments only make you laugh. "It's the least I can do for you, Simon."

A/N: I'm participating in Kinktober somewhat, but I might mix in more fluff and angst pieces as well. Just to throw in some variety ^^

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favorite character type is "nonconfrontational but will slash your tires in the dark shroud of night"

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Most people who believe in some "weird" thing like magic, ghosts, extraterrestrial visitors, cryptids, or whatever are not "anti-science." They generally believe that science is fundamentally correct about most things, but cannot adequately explain the "weird" thing they believe in.

If there is strong evidence against said weird thing, it's much more likely that they're just unaware of it, rather than being aware of it and actively choosing to disregard it. It's also more likely that they're unaware of scientific models that adequately explain it, rather than choosing to completely disregard said models.

Also, some people have genuinely had bizarre experiences that scientific models simply cannot explain yet. Like "three people in a small community independently had the exact same prophetic dream about an event they had no reason to expect" kind of bizarre. And when shit's this weird, the "scientific" explanations are just insultingly reductive.

Scientific literacy is good and should be encouraged, but being rude and dismissive to people who believe in "weird" things isn't the way to go. Most people who are into "weird" stuff tend to be curious by nature, so if you just present them with accessible scientific material that doesn't talk down to them, they'll often happily dive right in.

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3rd October memento

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price fanfic but its him treating me like his actual daughter and treating me better than my dad

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thinking about halloween and im really thinking if i should even bother in thinking about dressing up......

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But honey, that dick was 11 inches

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How the 141st would react to making you cry

I know this isn’t my normal content but hopefully you all still enjoy it!

Ghost 💀

The moment you start crying he freezes up. If you rush off he’ll stay put, if you stay put he’ll rush off.

The main reason for this is his trauma, he absolutely starts to spiral from this, the memories of his father come rushing in and he goes with his one and only coping mechanism, closing himself off.

You’re gonna have to be the one to comfort him. Once you calm yourself down, and go off to find him (chances are he’ll be somewhere obvious, he wouldn’t want you to think he abandoned you). If he stayed put probably the kitchen or living room, if he ran off probably your bedroom or the bathroom. Where ever you find him he’ll definitely be just sitting somewhere, staring off into space. He’ll have his balaclava on, even if he didn’t when you left him.

You’ll have to comfort him, tell him you don’t hold it against him and you’re not gonna leave him. Most importantly that you’ve always trusted him and you always will.

Once you say that chances are he’ll come out of his mental cocoon. He’ll instantly try to make it up to you, in his own Ghosty way.

He’ll come closer and wrap his arms around you, giving you a brief squeeze. Following this he’ll trail off to the kitchen, but return a few minutes later with a cup of tea for both you and him.

He’ll bring you to the bedroom and settle the both of you down on the bed with your respective cups of tea. He’ll keep you really close to him, either pressed up right against his side or on his lap. Either way he’ll keep one arm tightly wrapped around you the whole time.

Once you’ve both finished your tea he’ll take both of the cups and set them on the nightstand, wrapping his other arm around you. It’s then that he’ll talk, (all be it not a lot). “I’m sorry doll.”

“You don’t need to be sorry.” You say back softly.

“Yes I do,” he says back gruffly “it wasn’t fair to you to be so cruel and then just… shut down.”

He leans down to put his head on yours, pressing a kiss to the top of your skull. Your relationship might have its problems, but you two always make it work out in the end.

Soap 🧼

As soon as he sees your eyes begin to water or your lip trembling this man knows he fucked up bad.

He instantly walks over to you and holds your face in his large hands, wiping your tears away. He pulls you into his chest. “I’m so sorry Bonnie… I should’ve never had said that.” He mutters into your hair.

Before you get the chance to stop crying, or even collect your thoughts, he’s pulling you into the living room and ever so gently pushing you down onto the couch. “Just stay here for me alright?”

He wanders off into the kitchen, and after a lot of crashing, and a bit of very loud cursing, he emerges with two cups of hot cocoa and a bowl of mildly burnt popcorn.

He sheepishly hands you your cup of cocoa, just the way you like it, and sets the popcorn on the coffee table as he sits down next to you.

“Was the popcorn winning or something?” You ask with a snicker as he wraps his arm around you. “Oh shut up and pick a movie.” He says, gently tossing the remote into your lap.

After a few of your favorite movies, and Soap complaining about them (although when you asked him what he wanted to watch he refused to pick anything), you’ve mostly fallen asleep.

Your curled up right next to Johnny, head on his chest and legs thrown over his, his hand rubbing a comforting pattern on your knees. His head is resting on top of yours, and occasionally he leans down to press a kiss to your crown.

In your sleep riddled state you distantly hear Johnny mutter, “I’m still so sorry. I’ll do everything in my power to make it up to ya’. I love you with everything I got.”

Gaz 🇬🇧

(I honestly can’t see this man making you cry but whatever this is fanfic)

He’s reaction is not what you expected, considering he’s a highly trained solider.

As soon as this man processes your crying he starts to as well.

After you both just stare at each other for a minute he approaches you cautiously, almost treating you like a wild animal that if he approaches to fast will run off.

When he finally reaches you he slowly wraps his arms around you, giving you plenty of time to shrug him off, he tugs you in closer practically squeezing you to his chest.

After a moment of this he pulls you to the nearest cozy surface, most likely your bed. He lays down and then pulls you to be on top of him. As soon as you are on him he tightens his grip, as to make sure you won’t leave.

After you’ve both been there a bit and have calmed down he’ll start to talk. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

You go to sit up to be able to look him in the face, but he just squeezes you back down to him. “Gaz,” you voice is muffled, on account of your face being stuffed into his chest, “I forgive you.”

As soon as those words leave your mouth he lets up just enough for you to be able to look him in the eyes. “But if you ever do that again I will kick your ass so fast.”

He chuckles when you say that, face finally lighting up in the way you love. “Oh I’m sure. Remind me never to get on your bad side hmm?” He chirps with a cheeky smile on his face.

“You got close to it!” You say playfully, gently punching him on the shoulder.

“Ow I submit, I submit!!” He cackles, pushing up on the bed just to dramatically flop back on it. The shockwaves send you flying back onto his chest, when you land he looks at you, and if you didn’t know better you would think he was looking at the person who strung all the stars in the sky.

Price 🚬

So when you start to cry in front of this man he freezes up, much like Ghost, but unlike Ghost he doesn’t leave. Instead he just sorta walks up to you, pats you on the back and gruffly goes “There there, I’m uh- I’m awfully sorry.”

When that- obviously -doesn’t help, he goes to plan B. He ever so gently wraps you up into a hug, smoothing down your hair and pressing your head into his neck.

You both stand there for probably about 10 minutes or so, for all of Price’s military genius he’s pretty useless when it comes to stuff like this. The reason you both stood there so long? He’s trying to come up with a plan (yes like he’s in a battle).

He ends up gently hoisting you up, your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He walks over to your bedroom and sits down on the bed, positioning you on his lap. He wraps a blanket around you and then lays down.

From here he lays there with you, gently stroking your hair with one hand and your back with the other. You both lay there for a good 30 minutes or so, and when your nearly asleep Price finally rumbles out a ,“I’m so sorry Sweetheart.” From the depths of his chest.

“It’s alright,” you slur, still half asleep. Price chuckles, gently ruffling your hair.

“Sleep sweetheart, we’ll talk about it more in the morning.” Price says, but your already asleep. The gentle rise and fall of his chest, paired with his messing with your hair lulling you into a deep state of relaxation.

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Idk good for them

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Ghost be like, “We’re teammates. Friendship’s not in the field manual, [nickname only I get to call you and no one else to the point you shut down anyone who tries because what we have is different].”

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my whole personality can be described as screaming to my friends: HEAR ME OUT. BUT OKAY LIKE HEAR ME OUT. OMG OMG OMG HEAR ME OUT PLEASE PLEASE IGNORE ALL THAT AND HEAR ME OUT

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