#tiding over

[crow-n-tell]

Welcome to part 2!

So I was going to do a previous / next thing for navigation - but! you cannot edit posts with polls! therefore I will now be linking the Tiding Over Masterpost and telling you what part this is.

[readwritealldayallnight]

I would love a take on boyfriend Ghost coming home to surprise you, but he finds your bed empty and doesn't realize that you are in his room in his bed. Thanks.

The placebo effect, was what he kept trying to convince you it had to be, no matter how many times you rolled your eyes and told him he was wrong

How else could one explain your insistence that Simon’s bed smelled so much like him, becoming your safe space when he was away on long deployments, when he only ever slept with you in your bed most nights to begin with

Hard to believe it was nearly three years ago now that you’d told your friend since childhood, Johnny, about how your search for a new flat was going miserably. You remember how he’d perked up and recounted with a mischievous glint in his eye about how his Lieutenant was apparently searching for a flat mate at the moment, someone who’d be looking after the place while he was away for work

Unsure about living with a strange man you’d never met before, but trusting Johnny’s judgement (though the way he seemed just a bit too eager about this meeting did kind of throw you off-) you had reluctantly agreed to meet with him and at least give the flat a glance before you simply turned him down

It wasn’t until you were knocking at the door of the address Johnny had written down for you, that you’d realized he’d never even given you the man’s goddamn name, only ever referring to him at Lieutenant or LT

Johnny apparently also failed to mention the absolute SIZE of the guy, his huge frame blocking nearly all of the light from behind him as he had swung the door open and stood in the doorway before you

In a slight panic, thrown off by the massive man before you and the way the butterflies in your stomach suddenly began to flutter at the sight of him, you had greeted him for the first time with a squeaky, unsure voice saying ‘Um, hi, are you the Mr Lieutenant?’ (something he has never let you live down since)

He knew then and there that you would be the one

Not just his flatmate (though what a generous flatmate he was when he offered insisted on moving all your boxes out of your old place and into his that very same day), but the one, something he reluctantly had to give Soap credit for, seeing as he was the one who wouldn’t stop talking his ear off about you

You would be his other half, his better half

And all these years later, the two bedroom flat truly only acted as a one bedroom, considering that from the start Simon was always falling into your bed with you at the end of each night, limbs tangled together under the warmth of a lovers embrace a thousand times more comforting than an actual comforter

Still though, that first time Simon had to be gone for work longer than a few weeks, you found the lingering odor of him clinging to his bedsheets to be one of the few things keeping you sane in his absence, taking to sleeping in his room for the time being, imagining that the pillow you cling to your front was a strong muscular arm instead, littered in scars and tattoos you feel confident you could recognize from touch alone

And when his long awaited flight back home to you landed a few hours earlier than expected, tires touching down in the dark, stillness of late night hour, he decided he’d surprise you and come straight home, rather than calling you to meet him at the base like you’d insisted, not wanting to wake you

Barely able to contain himself, he decided the elevator ride up to the seventh floor would take too long, take away precious seconds that brought him closer to you, and so up the flight of stairs he went, taking them two or three at a time, rushing to see the face etched behind his eyelids every time he closed his eyes, to hear the voice that haunted his dreams each night

Quietly as a man his size could, he crept into the flat, snuck his way into your room, expecting to see your sweet, sleeping form cuddled up amongst the blankets and pillows. But his heart dropped when he noticed the bed was still perfectly made, not a thread out of place.

Trying to remain calm, though his mind was instantly swarming with every possible scenario that could have taken place, he knew he saw your shoes and jacket by the door, you couldn’t have gone far… but where were you?

He glanced into the living room, wondering if he missed you sleeping on the couch after a long day, he poked his head into the bathroom, even went so far as to check the small balcony, but finally there was only one door left to open.

And there you were, safe and sound, a tiny ball curled up into the center of his huge bed, clinging to one of his old masks and holding it close to your chest as though it were a security blanket (you’d been sleeping in his bed so much you needed something that still smelled strongly of him, you were getting desperate)

Stripping himself down to only his boxers, he tiptoed towards the side of the bed, his mind finally feeling more at peace than he ever had, gently pulling the sheets back just enough for him to slip in behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you into his muscular chest

Though it should be alarming to suddenly feel a pair of hands roaming over your skin, a body holding you firmly against their own, it’s as though your body knows who it is before your mind does

Any tension you were still holding onto during his absence instantly melts away, your own hands coming to land over top of his, giving a slight squeeze of acknowledgment, not yet willing to fully leave your half asleep state, but needing to touch him, to confirm he really is here

“Hmm,” You hum, voice groggy with sleep and a smile slowly stretching across your lips, snuggling further into his embrace. “You’re home.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, breathing you in, wishing he could bottle up the scent of your shampoo and lotions and perfumes, if only to have something to hold onto while he’s away, understanding now why he found you in this bed rather than your own

“I am.” He whispers into your hair, sensing that you’re already drifting back into dream land, safe in his arms and his bed, knowing he’ll be there when you wake. He feels his chest tighten when he knows that you weren’t talking about the fact that he’s physically home, in the flat, but something more, something much more, because he means the same thing when he tells you, “You’re my home too, love.”

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[licorishh]

he would be a battle mercy main i think

[userseraph]

NICHOLAS HOULT and LILY-ROSE DEPP in NOSFERATU (2024) — dir. Robert Eggers

[squiddy-god]

I think to me the appeal of Mr crawling and also Mr scarletella is that,,, in their own way both of them are clingy as hell, and as a pretty clingy person I love that

Because Mr crawling is the type to literally cling to you, physically hanging onto you or following close behind you, and says "me like you" at LEAST 50 times a day ( read : hour) and honestly same. I don't like physical touch outside of select people, but when I do like it, I like it a lot. And I say I love you about 800000 times a day so... I like how clingy Mr crawling is

Mr scarletella is slightly different where he still says "I like you. You like me" very often, and enjoys touching you, but he's less clingy than crawling. But I think he literally dreams of the ideal case where his darling MC clings to him and proclaims how much they like him- like the thought has him tweakin out

In conclusion I am a clingy lonely man and love these ghosts 🥺👉👈

[taitavva]

I am honestly so, so sorry, I didnt intend to break your neck it isnt my fault really, that I did not realise you were so very fragile, it was not even until the juddering grind of tooth on bone that I even knew

you were dead.

[A terrible apology (from a dog to a dead bird) - The Bad Thing by Maisie Cowell]

[bananas-mode]

I know this scene has been redrawn a million times over but I had to

[crow-n-tell]

Part 3 • Masterpost

Just for clarification, sun is actually using sign language. He tried to communicate “I will help you” but clearly our darling reader does not know what is going on :)

No poll this time, the next update will be sun communicating with reader in a way they actually understand heheh

(Also sorry for dying a while I may or may not have reworked these pages several times and probably also practiced drawing skys 1 billion times??? Who’s to say!)

[evilgenius-prower]

anxiously jumping up and down for more silver parent trap

so is silver lol

[xinganhao]

svt as your fake valentine. 🥢

📱 you have thirteen (13) new messages! turns out your offer to be someone's valentine is a lot more popular than you expected, all for different reasons.

› scroll through all my work ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ my masterlist | @xinganhao

[nanaslutt]

zayne jerks off in the shower because it’s easy and clean… but it’s also when he allows himself to relax and his thoughts always stray to his pretty girlfriend, leading his hand—that was innocently cleaning himself, to wrap around his half hard-on and stroke himself to full mast, pretending his hand is your cunt, and the warm water pelting him is you making a mess around him because of the pleasure he’s bringing you as his cock digs into that sweet spot inside you only he knows how to caress

makes him make a mess on the wall of the shower with weak knees every single time :3

[tooshytoexistproperly]

A little yarnababy 🥺🧶

He do a beeg stretch!✨

[appleciderjulie]

waiter, waiter!! more siffrin crashing out, please!!

[fictionadventurer]

Things I Learned Watching Skeleton Crew:

The way to make a good Star Wars spinoff is to just make a story that draws from the genres Star Wars is built from.

Star Wars is a fairy tale, not a fantasy. It feels most like Star Wars when you've got regular people living their mundane lives who go on adventures where they just get glimpses of a more magical reality.

Treasure Island in space is always a great idea.

A villain with a lightsaber is a great idea, especially when no one else has a lightsaber.

When you start binging a show, make sure it's actually complete, and not one episode from the end, if you don't want to go crazy.

[lynxgriffin]

Could you draw the Eldritchs being smaller than Kris?

They're a lot less intimidating when they're just little guys! Susie's still doing her best to be terrifying, though.