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If anyone so much gets a lil mean with teen!ghost I am throwing hands. So please continue

Someone mean to teen!Ghost.... so maybe I shouldn't drop this little blurb and run... (not part three, but enjoy this little blurb!)

You hadn't seen Simon all day, holed up in the med bay handling a rookie training course gone wrong. It's been a fucking nightmare, and you haven't even had time to think about Simon since you got to your station. All you can do is hope that one of 141 is keeping an eye on him.

That hope doesn't last long.

"WHO'S FUCKING SPOILED BRAT IS THIS?!"

The Lieutenant's voice cuts through the cacophony of the med bay like a clap of thunder. He's not even from your base, but visiting for a training course or something. You're not entirely sure, but what you do know is that over the last three days that he's been here, he's managed to solidify his reputation as an asshole.

You're halfway out of it, well used to working while spaced out, that you don't realize he's coming closer. Not until Simon crashes into your thankfully empty station, nearly knocking your setup over as he's roughly shoved into your station.

There's a cut on his forehead, right about his left eyebrow, and a bruise forming on his cheek.

"I didn't-

"Shut it!"

If you'd have turned around any faster, you might have broken the sound barrier. You whip around in your chair, shooting the Lieutenant a glare that a smarter man would've taken as a warning. The Lieutenant is not such a man.

"I caught this little miscreant snooping around Captain Price's office, and everyone said that he belongs to you," the Lieutenant sneers.

"I wasn't snooping!" Simon argues, his voice and body shaking with frustration. His hands clench into fists, and you can see the way his jaw clenches, the same way Ghost's does when he bites his tongue.

"I told you to shut up!" the Lieutenant roars, slamming his hand down onto your desk.

It's the way Simon flinches, eyes squeezed shut and body tense, ready for a blow that you personally won't allow to happen. He shrinks back from the Lieutenant, eyes darting between his assailant and the door, looking more like a scared animal than anything else.

Enough is enough.

"Lieutenant-"

"This is a goddamn military base, not some fucking playground! Keep an eye on this little bastard, or so help me God! You're lucky he didn't find anything important," the Lieutenant snaps at you, face red in his anger.

"Lieutenant," you begin again, doing your best to keep calm. Getting angry isn't going to help the situation, even if you'd rather knock the Lieutenant teeth out. "I'll be sure to let Captain Price know-"

"Good."

"-that you yelled at his nephew, as well as threatened and assaulted him."

You've never seen a man go so pale so quickly. All the redness of the Lieutenant's cheeks turns a splotchy white, and you have to stop yourself from laughing at the panic in his eyes.

"You what?" he squeaks out.

"I said I'll let Price know that you yelled at, assaulted, and shoved his darling nephew here," you reply, nodding towards Simon, who honestly looks like he might pass out any second now. Not that the Lieutenant looks any better.

While the Lieutenant has a reputation of being an asshole, Price has one of his own, and it's for being viciously protective of what he considers his. You've witness firsthand the way he handles the 141, and you've heard rumors of him punching other captains for just joking about taking his boys from him.

"No, that's... that's not necessary. I didn't- I wasn't -"

"Or should I tell him that you were manhandling the poor boy around the base? Making a spectacle out of an assumption you made?" You pause, letting the situation sink in. "You make these kinds of assumptions in the field?"

"I- I'm so sorry. I had no idea..."

"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to him."

The Lieutenant turns to Simon, stuttering out a jumbled apologize. Simon glances towards you, clearly a little unsure what to do. But the power is in his court, and you give him a shrug in response. Whatever he chooses is his choice, and you'll respect it.

"Give me a twenty, and we won't tell," Simon says.

You have to fight back a laugh. It's wrong, but you don't discourage his behavior. It's so quintessential Ghost, and it makes you miss the man even more. Once the Lieutenant leaves, you motion Simon to come closer.

Simon shuffles closer, shoving the twenty into his pocket. "You can't have it," he huffs, and this time you don't hold back your laughter.

"Don't want it, sweetheart," you laugh in response, and it eases the ache when you catch him smile. You brush back the blonde hair on his forehead, giving yourself a better look at the cut on his eyebrow.

"That asshole," you grumble under your breath, turning away to get a band aid. As you turn back to him, your heart plummets to your stomach when Simon responds quietly, "It's not that bad. I've been through worse."

You stare at each other for a moment, the silence in the room deafening. Simon knows he shouldn't have said it too, based on the way his eyes widen. And you hate that you can't keep him safe, knowing he'll return back to the correct timeline eventually.

But while he's here, you'll do your best to make him feel loved.

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Part 1

Part 2 to teen! Ghost (reader is mentioned to being smaller than the others, but is otherwise gender neutral. minor mention of child abuse.)

This has to be some kind of joke. Maybe Ghost has a kid, and didn't know how to tell you. Maybe it's some elaborate prank, and Ghost is in his room, decompressing.

But... Price wouldn't joke around about something like this, especially not when it comes to Ghost. The looks on Soap and Gaz's face only further confirm the truth, and the pit in your stomach only widens.

It's the way this kid - Ghost, Simon, - stares at you that makes you want to throw up. You knew Ghost didn't have a good childhood, that there's no family for him to go home to anymore. But to see the haunted look of fresh trauma in this poor kid's eyes, it makes you hate the world. He's just a kid.

Wiping your hands on your pants, you give him a small smile. "Hey, kiddo. You're not in any trouble," you say, voice soft and gentle as you approach. You crouch down by the chair Simon's sitting in, making yourself smaller in an attempt to make him feel better.

It's weird, seeing just how small Ghost used to be. You've only ever know him as the brick powerhouse Lieutenant, tall and wide, the biggest man in the room. It's feels wrong, seeing him as nothing more than a scared child, barely taller than you are.

"Are you going to call my dad?" he asks, and the undertone of terror in his voice makes you want to cry. It makes you want to find whatever shithole Mr. Riley has called home and kill the old bastard with your bare hands.

Instead, you shake your head, answering softly, "No, Simon. We're not going to call your father."

He relaxes at that, shoulders sagging in relief. You could honestly cry, heart aching for this poor kid who's been dealt such a shitty hand. Somehow you don't.

"I need to ask you a couple of questions, sweetheart. I just need you to be honest with your answers, okay?" you tell him.

"O-okay," Simon agrees, glancing towards the door, where Soap and Gaz are standing. Gaz has a look on concern on his face, eyebrows pinched together and mouth downturned. Soap, on the other hand, is staring so intensely at Simon you'd think he was trying to kill him with his eyes.

While you know that's not the case, if anything he's probably trying to figure out how to help, you can see why Simon looks so nervous. Trapped in a room with four adults, three of whom are burly men, it's a miracle he hasn't had a panic attack.

"MacTavish," you call, and Soap's eyes fly to you. "Run to the mess. Bring back a water and a pudding cup, yeah? Vanilla preferably, butterscotch if they're out."

With Soap gone, Simon seems to relax a little more, his gaze returning to you. You give him another smile, and the ache in your heart eases a little when you notice the corners of his mouth twitch upwards in response.

"Am I right to assume that you don't recognize anyone in the room?" you ask.

Simon nods his head in confirmation.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

Simon's quiet for a moment, hands fidgeting together. You've never seen Ghost do that before, and you're not sure if it's a good or bad sign, but you don't call him out on it.

"Tommy and I went to bed, and... and I woke in that building, with the men with guns," Simon explains. He pauses, gesturing over to Gaz, "And then he came in and rescued me, and... then we rode in a helicopter back here."

You glance towards Gaz, who nods his head in confirmation. But that doesn't explain how Ghost suddenly became a teenager again. And if teen Simon is here, where's Ghost? All the variables make your head spin, and you need to be focused on what you can control right now.

It's Simon that brings you out of your spiraling thoughts. "Can I call my mom?" he asks meekly.

"No," Price answers, gruff and authoritative.

The sharpness in Price's tone makes Simon flinch, and you reach out to gently take Simon's hands in yours.

"You're going to have to sit tight, buddy, while we figure out how you got there. But I'll call your mom and let her know you're okay," you lie. The guilt hits immediately, but you can't bring yourself to deny him this small comfort, even if it's a lie.

"I can't talk to her?"

Simon's hands tighten around yours, when Price beats you to answer. "No. Enough questions."

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Imagine being the only medic on base that Ghost is comfortable with. Like in the rare instance that he's injured during training, or on a mission, or just in a mood, he goes to you. You're a calming presence in the storm that is Simon Riley's life.

There's definitely something between y'all that's more than just professional doctor and patient, but you haven't crossed any lines just yet, going at the pace that Ghost has set. For the most part, you're fine with it. Not like you're looking to rush into anything anyway, and Ghost has been friendly thus far, in his own distant kind of way.

Now, imagine you haven't seen Ghost in a couple of weeks. Nothing unusual. The task force had been sent to check out some terrorist activity, and wasn't expected back for another couple of days at the earliest.

Color you surprised, when Sargent MacTavish comes barreling into the med bay, making a direct beeline to you. The other medics part like the fucking Red Sea, giving the Scotsman easy access to you. He doesn't even offer an explanation, just grabs your arm and demands, "Hurry."

If you were surprised before, you're absolutely baffled when Soap leads you to Price's office. You had been expecting the tarmac, or maybe Ghost's barrack, but not Price's office.

Your confusion only grows tenfold as you're led inside.

inside Price's office, slouched over in one of the chairs, is a teenager. He doesn't look older than thirteen or fourteen, with gangly limbs and a permanent scowl that reminds you a very specific Lieutenant. If you squint, you'd almost think this kid is somehow related to Ghost.

It's then that you notice Ghost is the only task force member missing from the room.

"Captain," you say, turning to look at Price, who's sitting across from the teen, "What's going on? Where's Lieutenant Riley?"

Price is quiet for a moment, staring at the teen, who just scowls in response. Sighing, Price turns his attention to you. There's a serious look on his face, the kind that only accompanies bad news.

"There was an... accident on our last mission. Ghost got separated from the rest of the team. To make a long story short, he got ambushed by the enemy. We don't know exactly how the events transpired, or what happened, but," Price pauses, glancing towards the teenager once more.

"But this is Simon Riley."

Part2

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CULT OF THE LAMB!!!

why is legally blonde here

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Simon with you, his well-meaning guardian angel.

You saved him. He should be grateful for you, and yet, he only curses your existence in the following months, falling deeper into the void of his sorrows.

It was your face that he saw just before that bullet could pierce his skull. Your otherworldly abilities that kept it from doing so.

A life saved, that can’t happen without consequence.

And now he’s haunted by you and the image of Johnny, his Johnny, lying dead on the ground. The bullet meant for him found a new home in his beloved. His Johnny forced to be a sacrificial lamb to a God who never did him any good.

Guardian angel, you called yourself, might as well be the devil.

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Was thinking… should I make a cozy Ghoap sticker bundle?

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Because my last Giratina drawn just wasn't cute enough...

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made a thing. ghosting by mother mother. don't judge my music taste.

this took far too long. but. the more interaction I get the more ceaselessly I will be fueled to produce more.

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GUESS WHO HAD TO CHANGE THEIR CGM SENSOR TWICE TODAY BECAUSE THE FIRST ONE LITERALLY POPPED OUT OF MY ARM??

IT WAS ME!! I'M SO FUCKING MAD. 😤

ON TOP OF THAT, I'M FUCKING ALLERGIC TO THE SENSOR ADHESIVE. SO THERE'S THAT TOO

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Gimme Soap with a diabetic s/o who uses a cgm. Soap, who knows you have to change it by yourself when he's deployed. But he's here now, bonnie, let him help you. He just wants to be helpful 🥺

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I'm not even apologizing for sending asks about Soap out of nowhere but I need that hyperactive seeming bastard to fight me

New meds, I have so much energy and I NEED to wrestle the big Scottish boy. I can just imagine if he's sitting somewhere, paperwork or a book or studying (demo expert, smart lad, he's gotta be book smart too) his partner comes out of nowhere, broad stance, arms halfway out like they're bowing up and in the most blunt tone "Fight me."

And he's tossing his book aside bc whatever they say goes, so fuck it we fightin' now!

(hi! I'm perfectly fine btw, just been hella deficient of lots of things that make the energy and now my supplements are in and I have so much energy but I am at work and can do nothing but daydream rn)

First, never apologize about sending me asks. I love getting them! Second, good to know you're okay, anon. Third, OH MY GODS YES.

Like you're just hit by the rush of energy and you need to get it out immediately. So, after searching the house for him, you find him in the living room, reading. He's so handsome, lounging so casually in the recliner, book in the hand. The sunlight paints his face in a golden light that makes him look almost ethereal.

"John."

Blue eyes meet yours, and you can see the way he's holding back a laugh. The crinkle in the corners of his eyes, teeth biting down onto his bottom lip, said lips curling up into a smile.

"Aye?"

You shift your feet, redispersing your weight in an attempt to look more intimidating, knees slightly bent. Regardless of whether you're bigger or smaller than Johnny, he thinks it's cute you're trying to look intimidating.

"Fight me," you growl out.

A mistake, if the smile that grows on Soap's face is an indicator of your fate. He tosses his book aside, out of the chair in record time. When he charges towards you, you turn and run, shrieking as you race back to the bedroom.

Johnny waits until you're safely on the bed before jumping after you, pinning you down onto the bed.

It's a tangle of limbs, hands pushing against each other, laughter filling the bedroom. All in good, as Johnny lets you pin him down a few times, playfully growling at you. When he nips at your arms, you squeal, chiding him for not playing fair.

"All's fair in love 'n war, bonnie," he coos at you, easily rolling you over so he can pin you down.

And then you're laughing again, giggling as he leans down and covers your face in kisses.

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Enjoy the movie! I'm making a bold statement for Nikolai

If he wants to impress his partner, he doesn't take them to a fancy restaurant.

He cooks. Big guy's gotta eat, and he doesn't seem the type to always pay a fortune to go sit in public when he can have a great time at home.

Whole nine yards, has some candles around, a bottle of some strong and more mild alcohol for you both to drink interchangeably, music playing, whole thing.

All the while he has you sitting on the counter so he can talk with you (bc you know that man just loves a simple conversation sometimes). Maybe he'll pass you some potatoes to peel, maybe he just wants you there so he can grab a kiss when he walks past between simmering pots that are stirred, and veggies being diced.

Sets the table, and fixes your plates. Far more impressive and memorable than going and sitting at some overpriced restaurant for subpar food in his mind. Does not hold back that opinion either, even if someone he knows who owns a few restaurants suggest it. (Though if he thinks they're alright he might phrase it a bit vauger for the emotional sake of things) -🐾

AAHH I'M SORRY THIS TOOK ME A WEEK TO GET TO BUT I WANTED TO DEDICATE PROPER TIME TO IT!!!!! We saw Wicked and it was really good btw. I love musical theater. Anyway!

Now, I don't think this is a bold statement. But that might just be because I think you're so right. Like sure, Nikolai has the money and he could do the whole "fancy restaurant, suit and tie" thing, but it's not who he is.

Besides, it's a waste of money anyway. Why spend all that money when you're going to leave hungry anyway? He understands part of it is just about the experience, but it's stupid and he's not wasting his money like that. (Not when he can use that money to buy you things, like a diamond ring...)

I've said this before, but Nikolai's love language is definitely food based. You're his partner, his pretty bird, and he likes knowing that you're taken care of. He likes knowing that he's the reason you're well taken care of.

So, he does go the whole nine yard when he invites you over for dinner. There's candles on the table, wicks flickering as wax rolls down the side. He even went as far as pulling out his grandmother's table runner, a gorgeous red lace that stands out against the dark wood of the table.

Several different pots sit on the stove, bubbling with sauce. You're not entirely sure what's in them, but it smells good. When Nikolai offers to let you sneak a taste, you discover that it tastes just as good as it smells.

From your spot on the counter, you offer to help, feeling a little bad that he's going through all this effort without help.

"Just sit and look pretty, he replies with a wink, knowing it'll make your face heat up.

He's definitely sneaking kisses on his way back and forth across the kitchen. He calls it a "chef's tax", and he's serious about it, even if he's covering your face in kisses at one point, smiling as it makes you squeal with laughter.

I hope you're hungry because this man is feeding you. You're getting a six course meal, and no amount of arguing is going to stop Nikolai. Everything is divine, better than any restaurant you've ever been to, and the praise makes Nikolai blush.

You're both full by the end of it, and a little tipsy off the wine, and you only giggle when Nikolai scoops you out of your chair, taking you to the bedroom for some cuddling and a movie.

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babe. I know we’re all going thru a lot rn but I just wanna give u the heads up that sesame streets future is in jeopardy. hbo has chosen not to renew it for new episodes (a series that has been going since 1969) and the residents of 123 Sesame Street no longer have a home :(

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juliet by cavetown was MADE for john 'soap' mactavish