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vesper-tinus · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨. Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Summary: Simon returns home. Returns to you, but as always, it's only for a little while... but that doesn't mean you won't make it something special. Keywords: Bittersweet, romantic, SFW, soft, Simon is genuinely confused how he landed you, established relationship. Wordcount: 1402.

When Simon comes home, he does so silently. No extravagant entry, no warning. You knew this, of course. The least he could do when you got together, was inform you of his methods. When he had explained this to you, he purposefully made it sound so uninviting. A last ditch effort to change your mind. He wanted better for you. Something more fulfilling. But by God did he hope you stuck around. He remembers the moment well. His dismissive tone, the way he turned from you as he finished his sentence, not wanting to see the disappointment in your eyes… he also remembers the quiet sound of your footsteps inching towards him, arms slithering around his waist in a warm embrace. The familiar aroma of whatever perfume or cologne you were wearing that day. He couldn’t help but sigh pleasantly at the familiarity of it all.

“Then I’ll be sure to make it a welcoming home every day, in case you return.”

Now, why’d you have to charm him like that? He was already yours. He turned in your arms, brow subtly arched at your expression. The cheek of you. You were smiling playfully at him, angling yourself to entice him for a kiss. Your hands slipping beneath the dark shirt of his, feeling the scarred muscle underneath.

“... and I’ll be sure to return home to you,” he replied, leaning down to meet you halfway.

You were smiling into the kiss.

…

It’s a little past midnight. The early beginning of a grey Friday.

Simon is exhausted. He feels empty. Drained. There is always a serpent’s whisper of doubt in mind. The smallest of mockeries in the back of his head, gloating that he had been gone too long this time. That you had enough. That he was right about one thing, that he was never enough for you. He rests his forehead against the door as the key slips into the lock. It fits. And even better, it turns smoothly. You’ve oiled it, he thinks.

Sometimes, it pays to be in the military. His training allows him to manoeuvre the house he knows so well with absolute silence. Shedding his attire little by little. Heavy articles of clothing dropping one after the other. He will take care of it in the morning. Right now? He just wants to rest in your presence.

The jokes on him though, cause you’ve been awake this entire time. Stubbornness has kept you awake, that is your guess at least. You’re facing an early weekend, and felt it appropriate to treat yourself to some truffles in bed. A warm thermos nestled against your side as you take in the freedom of having no alarm set.

He leans in the doorframe leading into your shared bedroom. Your ears perk at the faintest creak of old wood. You had been surprised when Simon vouched for the rustic charm of an older house, but a part of you guessed that the noisy floorboards would soothe his worries regarding any attempts of a home invasion. You stare at each other. Your eyes comically wide as you look at him with an owlish expression.

“Simon! You’re home!” Immediately you sit up, ready to toss both blankets and duvet across the room to rush to his side, but he stops you, almost startled that you would forsake the comforts of the bed.

You’re wearing his shirt. The half-tossed duvet reveals his shirt comes down to your mid-thighs, leaving little to his imagination. He swears his heart jumps a beat, a warmth spreading in his chest, as well somewhere a little bit lower (though he would let you find that out for yourself later).

“Surprised?” He saunters towards you, whatever doubts he might have had outside the front door, have been discarded on the stone steps. Confidence evident in his posture; pride. Pride of being the one who comes home to you.

He leans in to press his mouth against yours. A mild gasp of surprise from you, as he drinks in the sounds. He missed this, missed you. You open your mouth, and now it’s his turn to groan when your tongue seeks to deepen the kiss. A callous palm squeezing the soft flesh of your exposed thigh.

You both come to the unspoken agreement that a shared shower can wait until after you’ve welcomed him home.

…

The last night together, you wash his hair. Your hands gently massaging and caressing his scalp with an intimacy that makes Simon's heart aflutter. To be treated so carefully, with such love... it always catches him by surprise. A stoic military man like him, held in such high regards by someone as lovely as you? Unheard of. Your fingers thread through his hair as the silence mingles with the calming noise of water rushing over your bodies to pool at your feet. Your deft fingertips knead the hairs by his neck, and he does his utmost to suppress the shiver that follows. His body tingles. He manages to fight his heavy eyelids, and grasp some sort of coherency as he reaches for your hand. A callous and rough palm—a big palm—meeting yours as he intertwines your fingers. He presses a solemn kiss to your knuckles, and for the briefest of seconds, he imagines what it would look like if you were to wear a wedding ring, and him, a matching one.

"Love?"

His gruff voice makes you quirk a smile. It sounds like warm gravel. He almost fell asleep, you think humorously, squeezing his hand. The sound of your voice as melodious and hypnotising as the water. "Yes, dear?"

A pause. You pay it no mind, instead letting your thumb thrum against his knuckles. Simon is selective of his words. Always carefully planned out, as if he was saving his breath. It was jarring at first. Many times you were head over heels attempting to decipher his noncommittal grunts and scoffs, the one-liners... but little by little, you learned to understand him, and he, in turn, let you coax him into fuller conversations.

He wordlessly tugs you closer. Chest to chest.

"Mmh?" you teasingly prompt, your voice soothing him more than you know, as you rub your hands along his arms, palms kneading the hard muscles.

A longer shower than anticipated follows.

…

Later, you’re snuggled up to your beau while his muscular arms encase you in warmth. He takes deep breaths. You know he’s thinking hard about something, and you have an inkling about the topic. But you also know him well enough to let him think. So you stay quiet, humming with satisfaction as his fingers trails down your scalp to the nape of your neck, only to repeat the motion. Much to your pleasure.

You press lingering kisses to his collarbone, to the underside of his jaw. His fingers twitch when you kiss a particularly sensitive spot, and you almost purr with satisfaction of having this big man under your control.

“Simon?” you call to him, voice quiet and peaceful.

“Hmm?” The man is at the brink of sleep. Too relaxed to even form a sentence. This moment is perfect. You are perfect.

“Sleep well, baby”-you stifle a yawn against his neck-“I love you.” You know those are most likely the last words he will hear from you before he leaves again, so you make it count.

A part of him feels guilty he won’t be fulfilling your wish. The final night is rough on him. He won’t have enough hours to properly sleep, and he’d rather bask in your presence anyway.

“I love you, too.”

Silence follows, though you make sure to mutter a few extra ‘I love yous’ before finally submitting to your need of rest.

“I love you, too,” he repeats an hour later, quieter this time. You’re asleep, but he doesn’t mind. “I love you so much. Get enough sleep for the both of us, would you? Better make it good…”

Sleep never comes. Simon doesn’t allow it to.

…

When morning comes, and you rouse awake, you needn't open your eyes to feel his absence. You already know by the tell-tale way the mattress doesn't dip to one side—his side. No comforting breathing letting you know, the man you love is safe and sound beside you. You are alone, and you will be for some time. But Simon always returns, just as how Ghost must always leave. It won't always be like this, that you know, so until then, you do what you always do, and prepare yourself for the day ahead.

Alone, but with the memories to keep you warm.

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watchyourbuck · 5 months

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6. "I didn't think you'd find out." <3

Buck walked behind Eddie like a kid in trouble; with his hands behind his back and his head low. He glanced at the man ocasionally, waiting for him to say something first.

Eddie leaned against the counter, ignoring the comical realization of how often they fought in kitchens. "Imma need you to explain a little bit," he said, closing his eyes and squeezing the bridge of his nose with the tips of his fingers.

Buck could practically see the headache forming around Eddie's head, so he made it a purpose to be concise. “It’s not what you think.”

“It isn’t?” Eddie asked, turning his body towards Buck. “You didn’t buy lingerie for your girlfriend with my credit card?”

Buck opened and closed his mouth, unsure how to proceed. Yes, but also no. “Eddie, it’s not-”

“You know, it’s bad enough you were using my card,” he mumbled, dropping the arms that had been crossed over his chest and staring at him in the eyes. “But to buy presents for this… girl you’re seeing?”

Buck bit his bottom lip, analyzing every word in the English dictionary in search of a way to say what he wanted to say properly. He must’ve been quiet for too long.

“That’s so cheap.”

Eddie’s words were echoed with laughter that swayed between dramatic and disapproving, and Buck’s chest started feeling oh, too tight, for all these demons inside.

“It wasn’t-”

“There’s no denying it, Buck. I saw the receipt,” he said, looking at the outer corners of Buck’s eyes, so as to avoid his gaze. How wasn’t he embarrassed? “It was sent to my email.”

“Eddie, they’re for me!”

Buck’s voice resonated throughout the kitchen; it bounced from the cabinet to the fridge, then to the ceiling, landing back on the ground next to them.

By the time Eddie realized his jaw was on the floor, a tiny speck of drool was already formed in the corner of his mouth. He swallowed it, blinking up in shock. “For… you?”

Buck’s neck turned pink. He shifted where he stood, scratching the back of his head. It’s not like he had kept his own secret very safe. “Yes,” he admitted, “I’m the one who wears it.”

The addition was unnecessary, but there was a blinding feeling of shame running through his veins that was rendering him insane.

“With your-”

Buck shook his head violently, putting his hands up this time. He couldn’t take it anymore. “There’s no girlfriend, there’s no- not any woman. There’s no one, really.”

Eddie frowned. He tried to decided whether to lean forward or push himself off the counter, but ended up doing a weird mixture of both. He licked his lips, processing information that seemed way too relevant to hide under the rug. “You- you wear… panties?”

“Oh, god,” Buck mumbled, covering his face with his hands. This had to be the worse way he could’ve chosen to reveal a kink.

“Why would you buy them with my card, though?”

Buck uncovered his face slowly, letting himself see through the gaps of his fingers. He frowned. Eddie didn’t even seem preoccupied, he mostly looked confused. “I didn’t think you’d find out.”

The confession stung him somewhere in his body, like a phantom itch. It felt awfully familiar to digging himself a deeper grave.

He could’ve lied and said he had confused the cards - it was plausible enough now that they lived together -, but he didn’t feel like deceiving him. Go big or go home, he guessed, so he added “I can’t come without them.”

This time, Eddie's entire face changed. Buck could have sworn he saw a thunder strike his features with the strongest of wills. He felt himself turn small under his stare.

"Buck," Eddie called, this time supporting himself on his own two feet instead of the wood. "Are you being- are you serious?"

Not that he could change anything now. "Deadly," he whispered, as if he were cracking his heart open right here on the marble floor.

A few seconds passed. Buck started wondering which kind of apology he’d need to get out of this, but then Eddie’s voice drew him out from the pit. “Put them on,” he said, hoarse, and dark, and serious.

“I-,” Buck tried. He couldn’t possibly- “What?”

“Go put them on,” Eddie repeated, taking a step closer to Buck, making him infinitesimal. “Go put them on and I’ll make you come.”

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imsupposedtobestudying-whoops · 6 months

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So nice to have a sunny day to finally paint outside in! 🌤 (hey if you like the look of these pages you should check out my webcomic 👀 - link in bio)

🌲🌲🌲 (check out my webcomic In The Woods Somewhere, you can find it on: Tapas or Webtoon! (or on Tumblr, at: @inthewoodssomewherecomic but it's still catching up here!)

#in the woods somewhere comic #watercolor comic #watercolor illustration #webcomic #indie comics #Tromroan #my art

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inthewoodssomewherecomic · 10 months

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#in the woods somewhere comic #tumblr webcomic #webcomics on tumblr #watercolor comic #horror comic

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hoofpeet · 1 year

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teehee 5am rough mspaint comic to get my brainworms out.... sort of post-credits Sugar/Spice interaction where Spice is continuously surprised that he wasn't just abandoned in the woods somewhere upon Ingo getting his brother back

#hoof draws #replacement ingo au #spice is so much to me now i don't even know how to articulate his deal ...#it's about characters never really given a chance to be good people. finally getting a chance to redeem themselves #<-as scary and new as it is after a lifetime of accepting that they're irredeemable and horrible #and ultimately taking the chance to be vulnerable by trusting someone #agh. him

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reddpenn · 1 year

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Do you actually have a ghost roommate? 😍

A lot of people have read a lot of things into my apparition comic. Their mental illness or their sexuality or their life experiences or a fun story about a literal, actual ghost. All of these readings are valid, and I’m happy so many people see so much of themselves in a little comic I drew. That’s what art is for, I think.

Here is what I think it is about.

Directly out of college, I moved into my first apartment. It was large, and it was cheap, and it had a lot of problems. The apartment was on the basement level of an ancient, poorly maintained building with leaks and mold and broken plumbing and a roach infestation, and neighbors who screamed constantly and threw things at each other and played their thumping, building-vibrating bass music until 5 a.m. The only windows were small and set high into the wall. The view was of parking lot asphalt at eye level. Very little natural light. It was the kind of miserable place that you lived because you didn’t have the money to live somewhere better.

But I lived there for eight years. I hit so many major life milestones in that apartment. I made good memories and bad memories. I broke down sobbing. I laughed so hard I cried. I broke up with my girlfriend. I lived with my best friend. I lived all alone for the first time. I played my first game of Dungeons and Dragons. I attended my brother’s wedding. I got a promotion. I quit my job. I got a better job. I held my baby niece in my arms. I decided to fill the place with rocks. I filled the place with rocks! Over the years I put bits and pieces of myself into it until it turned from a cheap apartment full of hand-me-down dorm room furniture into a home. My home. My first nice new couch. My paintings and photographs hanging on the walls. Everything in my favorite color, because it could be, because it was mine. When I looked at all that, I would think, I like my little apartment, actually.

My relationship with my apartment was complicated. I was stuck in a bad place and learning to live with it, to deal with the annoying parts and embrace the good parts and build a home made of little compromises. I don’t think I consciously registered, when I started sketching my little apparition, that she stood for all of that. I think that’s why you never see her bottom half, why she’s always extruding from the walls or the floor. She is a place. She is a relationship with a place.

I moved out of that apartment two months ago. I am so relieved to leave it behind. It was horrible. I worked so hard to escape it, but the place I live now - so much nicer, so much quieter, with a view of the woods through the big picture windows - contains none of my soul. It will eventually. But eight years of a life is a lot of soul to leave behind.

And I think I did leave my apparition behind. She was, after all, a place. The new place and I will work on building a new one.

#my roommate is an apparition

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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ALRIGHT

When SOMEONE who is definitely NOT ME writes the Avatar high school au with Spider properly included, here’s how it should go:

-so my man Jake Sully has been paralyzed since The WarTM (I don’t care which one) and he and his delightful wife (school board hates her) and kids (school board hates everyone but Neteyam) have trouble finding a place that is accessible for Jake. Because of this they all live in a home in an old folks community.

-They live somewhere crazy like Pennsylvania where the drive between one place and another is 45 minutes so the kids are all stupid close and hate (love) each other.

-then one day a social worker drops a kid off to live next door with his decrepit and dying old aunt or something, it’s Miles Spider Socorro here in all his fun neglected glory, and all the Sully kids are like Mine that’s Mine, and he’s Scared but also like alright 🥺

-Spider spends more time at the Sully’s and outside then at his actual house and the whole time Jake and Neytiri are like who the fuck is feeding this kid who did shit to this kid and they’re like treating him like a wild animal that could be spooked but eventually he’s pretty chill and just part of the squad.

-now one day Spider learns that the house, one one Jake and Neytiri have been building for years to be properly accessible and ready for them in like this big woods property with like dumbass little American ninja warrior obstacle courses for Jake to do just arm shit on (I’m convinced that man is buff as hell) and a swimming pool for the kids but also for Jake to like throw them around in and shit. Neytiri’s got a massive garden and some little farm animals it’s all very quaint Pennsylvania woods shit and it’s closer to a better high school (where obviously they will meet the metkayina kids and we can have that romance plot). Spider learns that house is about done.

-Spiders like “oh better spend my last days before the inevitable heat death of the universe (the departure of my family)” and he’s like trying to keep a happy face. No one can quite figure out what’s wrong with him. Jake and Neytiri asked his aunt and social worker if they could bring him along years ago and everyone assumed they told him. OBVIOUSLY no one would leave him the kids would absolutely riot (and who would weed with Neytiri and listen to music in the mornings and who would pretend to hate The Bachelor with Jake and Lo’ak when Kiri puts it on).

-literally the comical confusion continues like they bring him to the house and show him stuff they built specifically for him. “Oh spider look this is your room, the ceilings are high for climbing and we made the sky have realistic constellations for you and Kiri to look at” and he’s like “wow they really want me to visit, I wish my aunt would drive me. Maybe I can walk over?”

-finally someone (probably Kiri or Lo’ak, bonus points for Neteyam or Tuk) asks why he’s being so weird about the move and he’s finally like “because I’m going to miss you all obviously?” And they’re like “you’re coming?? Idiot?? Why would you miss us?” And he cries obviously. I think this took place at the final night at the old house. Everyone insisted spider stay over for it and they all camped out in the living room. He was excited to be there but very confused as to why they wanted him there.

-someone is like “why would you think we would leave you?” And he just says “I didn’t think you wanted me to come” and that makes everyone cry of course. And I’m convinced that Neteyam and Lo’ak do this thing where when Jake is having a serious talk with them they sit down or kneel so he’s eye level so Lo’ak just makes spider sit and stage whispers “when he’s mad you have to make him feel taller” and it breaks the tension a little bit cause it makes everyone laugh

-so then Jake and Neytiri have to have a talk with him like “oops we thought the adults we knew didn’t treat you well told you we were taking you in, we should not have trusted them, go get ur shit and move it over now actually, fuck them, ur done ur ours now.”

-and he’s very confused as to how it happened really but less then 24 hours later he is watching The Bachelor in the new house while Jake pretends not to care who got the one on one and Lo’ak does a worse job of pretending not to care whose on the group date and Neytiri does the worst job of all pretending not to care about how little shit Spider brought with him

-then we get weird shenanigans of Spider learning to be a regular child with parents who care at this new high school with his siblings, probably some stuff like he doesn’t tell anyone when he stays after school and sends Parent Pick Up Pro Jake Sully (he is a stay at home dad who does CrossFit and builds shit in the garage that he sells on Etsy, he hangs out with Tonowari and Tuk all day you can’t convince me otherwise) into a full meltdown. Or Spider forged his aunts signature on a permission slip As Per Usual and because she’s not his guardian anymore people get confused and Neytiri pulls him aside during their special garden time like why didn’t you just ask us to sign it buddy. We will.

-and we also get ur classic Neteyam and Ao’nung plot and your Lo’ak and Tsireya plot because guess who is at our new school?? Swim team champs Ao’nung, Tsireya, and Rotxo, and Lo’ak is determined to join and impress Tsireya

-Tonowari and Jake are both stay at home dads, Tonowari usually works but right now he’s on dad leave for the baby and he and Jake go on walks with the baby strapped to Tonowari’s chest and it does like become every housewives fav hour of the day, but they are both devoted to their sugar mommies, surgeons Neytiri and Ronal (greys anatomy subplot with Ronal and Neytiri starting out as rivals when Neytiri comes into this new hospital but become friends in the heat of some stressful situation)

-Jake misses when Tuk was home all day with him tbh so I can see him being their full time nanny when Tonowari goes back to work just cause he’s not busy and is obsessed with babies (Buffy subplot where Jake goes back to school and becomes an elementary school teacher/guidance consular to help kids like him and Spider with bad home lives)

-he also was the coach of every sports team Lo’ak and Neteyam ever had and both of them loved and hated it because he would praise them too much then notice it and then criticize them to balance it out

-sometimes he comes to swim team after he finds out Tonowari coaches and Tonowari dubs him like honorary coach and Jake is parked on the side of the pool in his chair like “great butterfly kicks Lo’ak” and Lo’ak is like “YOU WOULDNT KNOW GO HOME DAD”

-Jake will not take that lying down so he’s like “okay see you at home for The Bachelor son” and Lo’ak tries to drown himself out of embarrassment but Tsireya taps him on the arm and asks him if he’s been watching this season and that’s how Jake wingmans Lo’ak into inviting Tsireya over for their Bachelor nights

-that is how Ao’nung finds himself at the Sully house for The Bachelor (Ao’nung hates The Bachelor)

-that is how Neteyam finds himself downstairs in the living room for The Bachelor (Neteyam also hates The Bachelor)

-that is how Neytiri finds herself walking into Neteyams room to ask him if he wants to watch The Walking Dead with her but finding him Busy with Ao’nung (Neytiri also hates The Bachelor)

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