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adoptive!soap and ghost + adopted!reader
× pairing: soapghost
× summary: the now retired couple decides that there house is feeling a bit empty besides there two cats and german shepard.
× tws: medication, mentions of ptsd, angst, minor injuries
The ride was long they lived ways out from the city which would be a change of pace and scenery.
Simon was quiet through the drive the silence wasn't uncomfortable it was nice you found yourself dozing off here and there along the trip jostled awake by the sudden bumpiness of the road glancing out of the window to see you were pulling up into a gravel drive way.
You grumbled quietly mainly out of tiredness you caught Simons eyes in the car mirror checking up on you as he parked.
"You can head inside out of the rain I'll grab the bags." Simon said as he promptly got out of the car with his own umbrella.
You quickly did the same heading over to the house where a cat waited behind the glass door seeing you it left.
Aw.
The door opened luckily it was unlocked as you stepped inside wiping your feet off on the mat setting your dripping umbrella into the umbrella holder nearby awkwardly shifting around as you stepped into the short hallway glancing around at the pictures on the walls as you made it to the living room the house was quiet aside from the movement upstairs which you could assume was possibly John.
You felt increasingly awkward as you glanced around flinching once the door opened once more Simon coming in holding both your bag and suitcase gently brushing past you as he sat them next to the stairs glancing back at you.
"You can sit anywhere you'd like" He hummed as he headed upstairs and so you did that sitting down on the couch as you slipped your phone from out of your pocket it was a bit cracked but it worked.
You eventually heard footsteps coming down John coming into the room with the grin you remembered.
You found the mohawk funny.
"It's nice ta' finally have you here!..I made some food so you can eat if you want or If your tired yer bedroom is upstairs first on the right its bare bones for now since we didn't know what ye'd like to decorate it with."
His accent was funny.
Oh you should answer.
"Uh um.." You just mumbled which got you a confused look with just made you tense which he noticed.
"Oh ah sorry forgot to mention- Cant hear very well out of my right ear n all supposed to be getting a new hearing aid soon So you may need to shout ever now and then—"
"I'm uh kind of hungry." You spoke up a bit more which John luckily heard this time
"Oh! Good Ah didnae waant the food tae git tae cauld even if its just sandwiches."
This wasn't as awkward as you thought it'd be.
You had eaten chatted up with John a bit more he was a nice guy a lot more talkative than Simon but you knew that from the interviews.
Simon had come down as well not without John badgering his to sit down something about his leg and medication you weren't too nosy.
He'd seemed to be getting the dog situated as he brought her down Riley was her name wasn't it?.
She was a German Shepard you thought as you stretched out your hand towards her with a glance at Simon she sniffed it before licking your hand you guess it smelt like the deli meats from the sandwich.
You scratched behind her ear as her tail wagged.
You'd put up with the awkwardness of adjusting to here for the dog.
Simon and John started talking about something as you pet Riley the rain hadn't really let up and began to pour down a bit harder thunder rumbling out as John mumbled something to Simon the man getting up with a grunt and headed back down the hall.
"He's just going to check if we have lanterns in case the power gives out." You flinched as John spoke you didn't even realize you were staring where Simon had left you just nodded.
"You can go up to your room y'know still early in the day plus so you can unpack and unwind n' all." John glanced at you as he spoke you just nodded again maybe too quickly getting up Riley leaving your side and heading down where Simon had went.
You felt nauseous laying in bed so many things running threw your head.
Also there was a cat on your bed.
You were pretty sure this was Old man, The gruff appearance and the near mustache and beard combo look in his fur fur and the greying hairs.
You held you hand out for him to smell and he just looked at you with near human unamusement.
You pulled your hand back and went back to thinking.
Right.
God what were you thinking about even?
These are good people.
This room is good.
This house is good.
The animals are better.
Why do you have to start spiraling now? Always sinking yourself into doom spiralling.
Hypothetical's that made no sense as the storm just picked up outside.
You grumbled as you got up and started to search through your suitcase Old man had hoped down to watch you as you swallowed trying to ignore the nauseous feeling your now sweaty hands find your medication.
You fumble with the cap always forgetting how to open it before you finally pop it off and dig out a couple of pills swallowing them dry even if you know you shouldn't.
You just tried to focus on not hurling on your new floor taking deep inhales as you shakily dug your fingers into the carpet below sniffling.
Fuck.
a/n: idk why i had to leave on a sad end ALSO I LIED ITS GETTING MORE PARTS
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i wish there wasn’t such a stigmatized view on platonically loving people.
I can’t call people nicknames and pet names like hun and honey without them immediately assuming i have romantic interest in them.
i can’t tell my friends i love them without adding on “platonically” or shortening the phrase “ily” “love you” “love u”
i love a lot of people. i love my sister, i love my boyfriend, and i love my best friend. All different versions of love.
let us love people openly and honestly without it being seen as “making a move” or being romantically interested.
please please please stop assuming that love is strictly romantic, i promise you life becomes so much brighter and bigger when you stop keeping love strictly romantic.
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Spurred by a recent disagreement between my ex and I, I want ask;
If "other" explain in the tags, or clarify if something seemingly higher on the list is acceptable but something lower isn't.
I'm actually really curious about this because I'm wondering if my view on this is skewed for various reasons.
Edit: I'm talking about what is considered socially acceptable by modern society. I know it's fine to fuck the homies.
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A co-worker of mine was standing outside with me during a break from customers to share a cigarette with me, and told me about how he had lost his brother that he was close with some years ago. He told me about how they used to be in a band together with some friends, and how ever since he'd died, he hadn't played any music because he'd been too scared and anxious. I told him about how I'd lost my brother to suicide some years ago.
I went home and pulled out an old tiny wooden box my brother had given me before he'd died. I'd been using it to store guitar picks I'd collected over the years, including one guitar pick that used to be his. I haven't played the guitar since he'd died, my hands are too small to play some of the chords, so I play bass and piano instead.
I went to work the next day and gifted my brothers old guitar pick to my co-worker. I told him that it'd been sitting in a box for ten years unused, and would probably sit there for longer if I kept it there. Told him that I thought he deserved to have it, because I bet he could put it to better use than I ever would. Told him I didn't feel like it was coincidence that me and him would cross paths with each other in our lives, and that it seemed suiting that we had these similar experiences but split in two halves. That somehow, I felt like he was meant to have the guitar pick. I told him that I knew he'd not played guitar since his brother died, but that if he ever decided to play again one of these days, maybe he'd be able to honor both of our brothers by using that guitar pick.
He almost cried. He thanked me. Then he went home that night and for the first time in years he played the guitar.
I don't know what the meaning of life is or what my purpose is, but I do believe that love and human connection is one of the most important things in life. It's finding ways to tell strangers you love them and share experiences with others. I think it's all just about love.
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