Soft Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble
tags // gn reader, glimpse of hurt/comfort, just general soft shit <3, i recommend listening to 'like real people do' by hozier since that's the song that inspired whatever this is
Imagine stirring a pot of stew on the stove, stealing glances at your husband, slumped on the breakfast bar, eyes glassy and downcast. He'd been unusually quiet ever since he stepped across the perimeter of your house, acting like the Ghost you've heard brief glimpses of from Soap. You'd know it's something related to the mission he had just returned from, information you would never be privy to; an outsider from the military, a mere soldier's spouse.
Like a gentle push from a Guardian Angel, the playlist shuffles, your eyes lighting up as the sound of familiar plucks of a guitar echos against the kitchen tiles. You don't hesitate to slowly step towards your spaced out love, throat vibrating as a steady hum follows the tune of deep vocals, attentive fingers curling around his chin to guide his gaze to you.
"Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do,"
You'd watch as the sheen that glazed his chestnut eyes began to clear, blonde eyelashes fluttering as his mind joined you in the present, lips parting around a deep intake of air, as though he were so lost in thought his lungs forgot to breathe. You'd continue, your thumb brushing tenderly over the scarred skin of his cheeks.
"I knew that look, dear, eyes always seeking, was there in someone that dug long ago,"
His face would lean into your touch, he wouldn't even make to protest as you gently guide him to his feet and lock your arms around his neck. Not a single word would pass from his mouth, he'd simply let you rock your conjoined bodies in a slow sway, sweet enough to lull a baby to sleep, or to make a vulnerable man feel unequivocally safe, and unconditionally loved.
You could feel the moment he truly came into himself, his pupils less dilated, a sea of mahogany gazes down at you, so soft they resemble pools of liquid amber, shining and utterly magnificent. His arms would secure you firmer to his chest, hunched down so his forehead could brush yours, lidded eyes never once straying from yours. Time would be rendered meaningless, lost to two lovers basking in this singular moment of pure saccharine adoration.
"I could not ask you where you came from, I could not ask and neither could you,"
Your hands would return to his face, fingers spanning from his ear to his cheekbone, a fond grin tugging at your features as one of your digits comes to tap his barely parted lips.
"Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we could just kiss like real people do."
He wouldn't even hesitate, closing the minute gap between your lips until they were pressed to yours, the soft croon of a choir emanating from your speakers as though they were celebrating your union. It's in moments like these where you'd find yourself falling for your husband all over again, your heart in a constant free fall, not for a second scared of what lies below.
After all, you knew Simon would always be there to catch you, and in this moment, lips locked and hearts interwoven, he knows you'll forever be the safety net he never knew he needed.
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'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me
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btw! I was made aware that many people don't know that we're boycotting Eurovision this year, so.
we are boycotting Eurovision, as per BDS guidelines.
don't watch the stream, don't engage with the videos, don't post it about it on social media using hashtags that are going to trend. whatever you're getting from the show isn't worth it
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OK THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL EVERYONE FUCKING REPEAT AFTER ME. THIS IS WHAT YOU WILL DO WHEN YOU WATCH MUPPET CHRISTMAS CAROL THIS YEAR:
You will navigate to the page on disney plus (and it has to be here. Unless someone has actually uploaded the REAL movie anywhere else you cannot get it elsewhere)
BUT YOU WILL NOT HIT PLAY. You won’t do it. Because it’s NOT THE REAL VERSION OF THE FILM AND DISNEY IS FUCKING LYING TO YOU AS IT ALWAYS DOES
You will scroll down HERE. To EXTRAS instead. You MUST GO HERE. This is non -negotiable
THEN YOU WILL SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE EXTRAS AND YOU WILL THEN HIT PLAY ON THIS BAD BOY: THE FULL LENGTH VERSION
And you will watch it. And you will thank me for having been so blind and led astray by that stupid fucking mouse. You’re welcome.
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It's been 7 long years.
The final season of Percy Jackson and the Olympians has just begun to release.
The Ares and Apollo cabins are in a dispute over ownership for the flying chariot.
The counselors sit around a table in the Big House.
Percy has just learned that he's (probably) gonna die in the next month, when Clarisse and Michael begin to bicker. Percy has had it up to here.
He starts clapping rhythmically. There is a lull in the room as they stare at him.
He claps faster.
"Oh golly, the road's getting bumpy, cause I've got me some friends who just can't get along-"
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