He's Just A Little Guy

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I love thinking about how the Ghouls and Ghoulettes would have no expectations from women like the rest of society does. Like no matter how hard they try to grasp the concept of what’s ’acceptable’ they just can’t.

Wanna not shave anymore? Didn’t even realise it was such a thing topside. They adore body hair and don’t understand why you’d bother shaving if it wasn’t causing any physical discomfort. Some of em probably have a body hair kink ngl.

Don’t want to wear makeup everyday if at all? They love seeing your natural glow and don’t really understand the concept of covering up ‘blemishes’. Why is it a blemish? All skin is beautiful.

Self conscious of your size? Why on earth would you be? Size kink go brrrr. You can’t tell me some of the Ghouls and Ghoulettes don’t have a kink for some stomach/thigh/arm/face pudge. *cough* phantom *cough* swummy *cough*

No one in the ministry tolerates any sort of body shaming.

The papas are especially attentive to this sort of thing and encourage all siblings to speak to them judgement free if somethings going on they don’t know about.

They’re also there for you if you need to feel better about yourself ikykyk ;)

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You wanna join him? Yknow what, I’ll even set it up so it’s live AND in person.

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It is very awkward to run into you here.

Hello.

😐

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Don’t tell on me.

-Vent Shadow

let’s have a moment of silence for all the concerts we missed because we became a fan too late

Are the older era ghouls my new muse? Maybe…

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It breaks my heart knowing there is people out there whose hearts are filled with pain and doubt; people who feel like they are not good enough, worthless and unnecessary. Darling, you are so needed and so loved. I hope your doubts will vanish soon, like tears being wiped from your face, and you will finally feel how worthy you have always been. I truly love you.

all i want is to be skinny and play sims 4. why os life so hard ngl 😭

Ghost decides after one blind date that you're going to be his.

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Simon isn't used to dating. A quick hook up in the loo, sure. A drunken one night stand? He's had too many of those to count. But proper courting? Hell, it's been years, maybe a decade, since he's taken a bird out on an actual date.

It's probably going to be a disaster, but he gave Johnny his word he'd go out with his bird's best friend, so he can't back out now. He'll just have to grit his teeth and power through it.

His sour outlook for the evening is forgotten the second he sees you walk in with Johnny's bird. You're no tipsy tart on the pull, like the birds he's used to dealing with. You're a proper lady, dolled up nice for your date with him. It makes his chest feel tight when he gets a good look at your pretty face and nervous little smile.

His usual gruff manner is obviously not going to fly with you, so he quickly tries to recall the mannerisms he's seen his captain use around women. He gets to his feet with Johnny when the two of you reach the table, trying his best to look less intimidating.

Johnny introduces the two of you, and Simon melts inside when he takes your soft little hand in his for the first time. His brain goes fuzzy, dark eyes glazing over, and he's not sure what he says when he greets you, but it earns him a smile.

"It's really nice to meet you, Simon," are the first words you say to him.

Your voice is soft and sweet, and the way you say his name? Oh, he's gonna need to hear more of that, and often.

For the first time in a long time, Simon's worried about what someone thinks of him. He's worried he'll put you off with his harsh manner. So, he minds his words and gentles his tone. He slows his steps to match your pace and tucks your small hand at his elbow to keep you close and safe. He's holding doors and pulling out your chair. He compliments your dress and hair.

And when your heel catches on the sidewalk and you stumble, he doesn't bark a laugh or say something mean, wouldn't bloody dream of it. No, he catches you before you fall, and all that softness in his hands makes something shift in his brain. You're such a fragile little thing, delicate as spun sugar. You need a big nasty mutt like him to protect you, take care of you, and he's more than willing to do the job.

When the date is over, Simon sees you home, and you kiss him on your front stoop. It's not all groping hands and tangling tongues. It's a gentle press of lips, his big hands cradling your face, the sweet intimacy making his eyes flutter shut. He's floating when he finally gets back in his truck and drives himself home.

Instead of going to bed, Simon begins to formulate a plan of strategy. He figures it'll take a few more dates before you invite him into your flat, and several more after that before you invite him into your bed, then eventually into your life. It might take months, even a year or more. That's alright, though. If his years in the military have taught him anything, it's patience.

Simon knows how to play the long game. He'll go at your pace, let you get used to having him around, then make himself indispensable to you. No one will treat you as good, meet your every need and desire the way he will. He won't stop until he is your world, your reason for being. Your everything.

And when enough time has passed, he'll claim you completely as his. He's going to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, then tuck you away safe and sound in one of those cute country cottages he looked up online. You'll be his little missus, and he'll be your tamed beast, keeping his teeth and claws hidden but at the ready.

By the time he arrives at your flat the next evening for your second date, he's already got your engagement ring in his safe at home and the names of your future children picked out.

And when you text him the day after to invite him for dinner, the new name he replaced yours with pops up on his screen.

It says 'Missus Riley', of course.

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