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Doesn’t matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?

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Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

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I LOVE THIS SM. -🧸

⤷ actor!rafayel:

was the first guy you really clicked with after the chemistry read when you were both cast. he matched your energy and made you laugh SO much, all while keeping you comfortable enough to act out all your lines together. from there, you and the casting directors just knew he was going to be the perfect rafayel.

is the main one playing pranks on the entire cast and crew, followed by caleb and luke & kieran. one time, he got you a small present box and wrote on a sticky note “4 the cutest;)” next to it. you smiled and opened it thinking it was probably a necklace or some accessory of some sort. instead, that.. thing — was a tiny realistic looking rat toy. shrieking his name so loud it almost echoed throughout the entire set, you toss aside the box in panic. and slightly yet jokingly on the verge of tears, you vowed that you would get him back for that as the rest of the cast burst into laughter when they heard your wails from your open trailer.

flirty af with you on blooper reels & winks with this grin, at the camera whenever any of you mess up a line that comes out inappropriately instead.

your blooper reels are hilarious. one time, you messed up a line after closing the door, so you had to step outside and reopen it to start over again. but just as you stepped outside and reached for the handle, rafayel darted over and locked it. you called out his name in disbelief, and the whole filming set burst out laughing. in fact, the name you called the most on set was his.

this guy literally fake trips over, every now and then and stays that way dramatically. “rafayel—“ you say like a tired parent as you walk over to get him, hoping he’s not actually dead like he acts.

on twitter (x) & instagram, he follows the hashtag of the ship name for you and him and likes edits of (you) both.

he’s literally so outgoing, funny and charismatic with fans and remembers each of them he sees irl. he often goes live on instagram and is the most interactive and talkative with them as well. ‘no way you made that edit? ohmygod please send that to me’. yes, the fanpage sent the non watermark version edit to him and he followed them so fast in return. the edits still saved on his phone to this day.

is 100% best friends with all the guys but it is so obvious that he is locked iinnn with xavier and caleb.

during a 'generated questions' interview game starring you, rafayel and thomas, one of the questions he got asked was who his celebrity crush was. locking eyes with you, he said your name with a small smile. (brb writing and posting a quick drabble on this)

was actually a big help in composing & finalizing the soundtracks for misty invasion & wander in wonder. and ofc his (favorites): omnipotent perception & gem affection.

he actually loves cats and that ginger cat in that one scene was actually his. that’s why the cat licked his finger because he knows his owner. yes he’s a cat and dog guy.

noticeably gazes at you every chance he gets, yet somehow everrryooone else but you seem to notice.

⤷ actor!sylus:

everytime you think you can finally beat him in a staring competition, you get reminded and humbled on why you couldn’t. and you swore the last time you did, that his gaze flickered down to your lips. ‘mm no you’re seeing things.’

teasing af in lots of (unreleased) bloopers with you like there’s no tomorrow. and unlike rafayel, instead of pranking you, he actually jumpscares you the most instead.

and in most of the bloopers, it’s so evident that all the guys he acts certain scenes with, fight off the urges to make out with him after he winked at them whenever they forgot their lines because of him. he places second to rafayel for who winks or flirts the most & at the camera.

every woman on that set has had a dream about this man. one would think tara would be interested in xavier since she’s around you both a lot more and her character kind of is a fangirl for xavier. yeah no, this girl is head over heels in love with sylus instead.

is also every straight man’s crush, obviously surpassing ryan reynolds. he’s younger and a biker cmon.

is so good with every kid who comes across his path. one time after shooting, he carried two of the main director’s little kids. one was sitting on his shoulders and the other one wrapped around his leg after he took them out to get anything they wanted. yes he spent his paycheck on them. also on you too cause he gets you stufff. he got everyone else things too except rafayel that day, only because he heard he scared you earlier. he actually secretly fist bumped rafayel and did get him something, bc he would have done the same.

thirst tweets made about him are INSANE. when reading them on interviews hosted by buzzfeed celeb, he often flirts with the fans. ‘why don’t you come find out’ he winked once as a reply to a certain tweet. the tweet was someone wondering about something about him in the bedroom. his favorite one was when someone said they can’t wait for him to be a dilf.

the both of you completely improvised that scene where your characters fancily dressed up to find out the location of the aether core. yes the ‘have fun 💳’ and ‘don’t bother me with such trivial matters’ and ‘your offer will make people think im broke, wouldn’t want that sweetie’ lines. this scene displays your skyrocketing chemistry and friendship soooo baddd. and it took only one take too was the crazy thing.

adjusts your hair whenever it looks out of place when filming. one time he reached out, eyes meeting yours. ‘may i?’ and with your approving nod, he gently smoothened a stray strand. his fingers lingered for a moment before pulling back, a small smile on his lips as he caught you still looking up at him. technically, that was the only time you won an unofficial staring competition between you because he shyly ended up looking away first, but of course he wouldn’t tell you that.

⤷ actor!zayne:

was the first guy you had a mini crush on. because literally the first time you made him smile, it felt like the only true and final accomplishment of your life.

has a doberman he kinda grew up with and brings on set after filming from time to time.

actually has a distaste for carrots irl. caleb being the little silly head he was, gifted him semi-huge carrot plushies as part of his birthday gift to him.

the pool table scene above actually became both of your favorites because filming it was so memorable. the screenwriters had intentionally and separately asked the two of you to choose which one of their next written scenes you’d love to film together. and although you and him wouldn’t have minded any of them, you still chose. you both didn’t know the other would match each other’s freak by choosing this said scene. soon you knew and that you loved one other even more that day. now, when it came to acting it out… that was another story.

the first take of where he gently grabbed you by the waist, pulling you on top of him on the pool table, and on top of that smirking up at you was all too much for you. all you could do was breathlessly giggle uncontrollably while covering your face due to the fact that your entire body and face grew hot, because you were so flushed by being that close to him.

now, it was your turn to be laying on the pool table after he switched positions. the way you watched as he grabbed the cue stick and leaned down over you as he told you to ‘watch closely’, had him chuckling and apologizing instead. ‘sorry, sorry’ he waved a hand in front of his face apologetically, looking away from you yet still failing to hide the blush creeping onto his face. and when he had the courage to look back at you, ‘hi’ was simply what he said with a sheepish grin making you and the filming crew still laugh through the 8th retake of that scene. if only you knew your eyes were his weakness.

during your travel to film in snowcrest / the artic, the amount of snowball fights you two had was insane. then after. you made lots of snowmen and snow angels. and in order for you not to get cold he got you lots of hot chocolate and helped warm your hands up with his whenever you were cold. like one time, when the main director was telling you both what he wanted from you in the scenes, he had a feeling that your hands could be cold so he interlocked his fingers with you as the director spoke.

he is the thoughtful parent friend to be honest and also quite the gift giving male friend because he buys you (as well as the other co-stars) lots of things. you would think he was a doctor the way he took care of you guys.

you and the fans favorite blooper reel was when him and sylus were talking using a helium balloon. either that or when you both kissed on his birthday scene and he said he was the luckiest guy in the world.

of the four and their bromance, rafayel & xavier are clear boyfriends while zayne and sylus are husbands.

one time, he posted a pic with sylus and you openly commented ‘zaddies’ making everyone quake, especially the fact he not only pinned it, but responded “hi baby”.

⤷ actor!xavier:

eeveryone calls and knows xavier is your shadow.

seriously. because this guy is always seen together with you. there’s rarely moments he’s not around you really… on and off set. paparazzis left and right almost always see you two together, and that of course sparked rumors on whether or not you two had a thing or have a thing going on.

it didn’t help that on instagram at first, he only used to follow 2 social media accounts. yours and loveanddeepspace. some fans and blogs speculated that it may be because he was dating you. others doubted that though because it was clear that the other guys probably genuinely liked you as well and there was no way you were dating any of them because they were your co-stars in this show since you wouldn’t risk breaking up while acting. all of that whole thing made both of you publicly come out to clear up all the dating rumors. yet nobody except your crews and co-stars, fully believe you two in particular for some reason.

speaking of co-stars, you and xavier are victims to rafayel’s and caleb’s pranks. but whenever they get you specifically, he plots something with sylus and zayne to get back at them for you.

out of all of you, this man curses the most when forgetting his lines — caleb is a close second. ‘shit ‘m sorry.’ has gotta be his go-to. couple of 'fucks' and 'dammits' here and there are also present in his vocab. also, he does this thing whenever he messes up where he covers the upper half of his face with one hand in embarrassment as giggles emit from the two of you. *laughing with you and the crew during a failed take*: ‘i swear it’s way harder than it looks — pretending to half awake and remembering what to say at the same time...crazy’

you surprisingly sleep on set more than he does and it’s always in xavier’s characters’ bedroom too. have you seen the room they gave this guy’s character? insanely comfortable. after filming for the day, and you fall asleep on that bed, and whenever xavier hears you waking up, he’s always there purposely in your face and ready to play around by saying ‘we just had another mini pizza party you just missed’ making you tiredly smile and lightly smack him with a pillow.

the two of you have a lot dancing moments together. either just dancing for fun, to ease off tension or just waltzing. on the blooper reel for his birthday scene, when you were both warming up by waltzing together, you jokingly asked him ‘how come i don’t see these moves in the bedroom?’ he let go of you as he looked at you in utter mock disbelief ‘girl —’ causing you to let out bashful laughs at him.

xavier with all his fangirls though ? the cutest ever. numerous tiktoks and tweets repost pictures with each fan girls because he literally looks like their boyfriend with how he takes pics with them. like this guy makes it worth it to meet him. they usually gift him a lot of cute things and he hugs them. and it doesn’t help that his hugs are so comforting bye. he is literally a whole charming prince too and the perfect guy to have a celebrity crush on.

below are some comments you’d see on those ship posts of you and xavier:

xavierslullaby: OHMYGOD THE WAY HE WAS LOOKING AT HER WHAT starfishylover021: bro the way he kissed her cheek wtfff that shld be meeee sylustruewife: guys i need this man or a beer rn or im gonna be sick

or * shared posts with fangirls:

loveanddeebussy: AYO WHO TF ARE THESE RANDOM WOMEN NEXT TO MY BABY DADDY. ⤷ theweekndsexygf replied to loveanddeebussy: girl..sorry to break it to you but that’s my husband. ⤷ erensfeed replied to theweekndsexygf: ummLMFAO im coming to you both as a woman...

extras your honors: rafayel & sylus playfully pick on you often, zayne & xavier protect you from them. they all smell so good. are actually great chefs. and are obviously all crushing on you.

— also guys lemme know if you want more or with caleb bc a girl has ideas and couldn’t fit them all in here.

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-🧸

Adding onto Sylus’ desperate need to be near you at all times. He’s clingy.

You groaned as strong hands scooped you up out of your bed, disturbing your sleep. Curling towards the warmth, soft footsteps carried you away.

You forced your eyes open to meet the red ones that glanced down at you. “Sylus?”

Sylus kissed your forehead and held you tighter as he brought you into his office. “I wanted some company.” He sat down on his deep red plush couch, laying you in his lap and pulling a blanket over you.

You groaned and reluctantly laid in the position he was putting you in. “I’m tired Sy.” Sylus chuckled. “Then sleep. I’m not stopping you.”

Scoffing at his sarcasm, you looked up at him from where you laid in his lap. He happily started to run his long fingers through your hair. “You stole me from my bed.”

Sylus tsked at you. “I did not steal you from your bed. I stole you from my bed.” A ghost of a smirk crossed his face.

He patted your cheek before placing his glasses on his nose and picking up a book. “You brought me here so you could read?”

He sighed and put down the book on the end table next to him. Swiftly he adjusted both of your positions so that he was lying across the couch with you draped along him, resting on his chest. He reached behind him, grabbed his book and continued to read.

You groaned and rolled your eyes at him but got comfortable nonetheless. “At least read it to me won’t you?”

Sylus’ deep laughter vibrated you. “Of course, Kitten. Listen close.” He didn’t care that he’d likely be up for hours and end up falling asleep when it was time for you to wake. As long as you were near him, it’s all he needed.

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saving this for later-🧸

˗ˏˋ Hidden Achievements ˎˊ˗

Looking for more ways to earn easy diamonds? Here's a compiled list of hidden achievements you can unlock to earn diamonds and other rewards. All of them were verified personally by me. Most of them are self-explanatory and easy to obtain; others may require a bit of luck. Hopefully this will help you with your grind. Happy farming!

PROGRESS

TRAINING

I don't have these achievements yet, but 4 that I am aware of include:

EDIT: I have successfully obtained these 4 hidden achievements a week later. You can view all of the confirmation screenshots in my later post here.

Perfect Shot: Participate in Hunter's Contest with Sylus and eliminate 1000 Wanderers in total. (rewards) Personal Title: Walking, Personal Title: Destroyer

Under Control: Participate in Hunter's Contest with Xavier and eliminate 1000 Wanderers in total. (rewards) Personal Title: Professional, Personal Title: Overlord

Unstoppable: Participate in Hunter's Contest with Rafayel and eliminate 1000 Wanderers in total. (rewards) Personal Title: Impressive, Personal Title: Genius

Winning Attitude: Participate in Hunter's Contest with Zayne and eliminate 1000 Wanderers in total. (rewards) Personal Title: Promising, Personal Title: Distributor

KITTY CARDS

PLUSHIES

SPARE TIME

I play on NA servers, however, if you're playing on CN servers you can also obtain the achievement [His Name]: Say his name 10 times when using the Tete-a-Tete feature.

NOTICE: If anyone wants any tips or need guidance in unlocking any of these I can try my best to help -- just send me an ask or leave a comment below~ Signal boosting + tags list: @hunters-association - @letsgauxplay - @yashiro-arisugawa - @rose-tinted-kalopsia - @anxiousgoddest ; idr who else that said they were diamond farming to tag, but hope this helps oomfies! 💎

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ughh i love this sm -🧸

I know a lot of people like to hone in on Sylus' more dominant and teasing side, and while I do love those aspects of him what I really really love is the softer side of Sylus that he only shows to you. ♡

The Sylus that avidly listens to everything you say, drinking you in with with a dopey little grin on his face as you fill him in on everything and anything happening in your life. The Sylus that lets you decorate his chic and mature office with all the plushies you have won together from the claw machine, looking at them fondly as if they were great treasures you have scored. The Sylus that will gladly wear stupid matching kigurumi's with you in public and have fun doing it, reputation be damned. The Sylus who absentmindedly plays with your hair while you are sitting together on the couch watching a movie, sighing in contentment as his long fingers massage your scalp. The Sylus who has memorized all your favorite foods and works hard to come up with new recipes to delight you based of what he already knows you love. The Sylus who's hugs completely engulf you, squeezing and holding you like a lifeline, almost as if he's afraid to let go. The Sylus who stays glued to your side until you fall asleep each night, even though you know his day has hardly begun and he has more important things to be attending to-you always take precedence. The Sylus that wants nothing more than to see you happy and thriving, and will do whatever it takes to make that a reality.

He truly makes me weak. (╥﹏╥)

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JAW DROPPED

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With the leaves starting to brown and the air starting to become crisp, your mind wandered to your loved ones as you began to wonder how to celebrate the spooky season with them.

love&deepspace halloween headcannons ! ๋࣭ ⭑🕸

cw : implied fem!reader, mentions of knives, fake spiders, Rafayel lore, all tooth rotting fluff ! this is a collaborative effort by skelle and i :)

wc : 3.6k

Xavier 🧸

Xavier isn’t used to actually celebrating Halloween, especially considering he spends most of his days either sleeping or fighting wanderers. He’s more of the kind to just use the day as an excuse to buy himself a big bag of candy and spend the day on the couch in his apartment. So, when you come to him asking him to pick between two festive welcome doormats, he suddenly starts to grow a newfound interest for the festivity that you emphasized for the holiday.

Xavier would easily get into the rhythm of taking one piece of candy from the decorative platter you had out in your living room and eating it every time he visited. You only started to notice when you passed by one afternoon and realized that all the MilkyWays were gone from the plate.

You had planned a few, cute little stay-at-home dates with him, one of which included carving pumpkins. Xavier was a little confused at first, having to stick his bare hand into the guts of a pumpkin, but watching you become so focused on getting every little seed out and onto the tray between you two caused him to ease up a little more, finding joy in your own.

You popped the pumpkin seeds in the oven, explaining to him that getting in the “fall mood” was important and promising that they tasted good.

Neither of you were very good at carving pumpkins, in fact, Xavier’s barely looked like one in the end. He almost treated it like a wanderer with the way he was using the carving knife you’d given him. You both still ended up placing your pumpkins on display in a corner of the kitchen, you two joking about the process every time you laid your eyes on them.

Because he never really celebrated Halloween, he never really felt the need to dress up before. You were thinking of ways to celebrate with him and you figured it would be funny to ask him to dress up for a costume party being held by the Hunters Association. Another “team bonding” experience as dubbed by Tara. You just didn’t expect Xavier to agree and for the costume you picked out for the both of you to end up looking so good on him.

Choosing a classic princess and knight duo, you used it as an excuse to wear a pretty, flowy dress while Xavier took a more modern approach with his costume, opting to forgo the helmet that came with the outfit but insists lets you secure the cape beneath his shoulder plates.

Bonus: You’d jokingly ask him to dress up as Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast as long as you got to be Plumette.

On the night of the party, you were getting ready to leave, making sure you didn't leave anything behind before heading to the party before you heard a knock at the door. It was probably Xavier coming to pick you up.

You made your way over to the door, making sure not to step on the fabric of the white, frilly dress you wore with your heels. Opening the door, your eyes meet Xavier’s, whose averted from your gaze, the tips of his ears tinged pink.

Your mouth drops open, giving him a once over as your lips curve into a giddy grin. His icy eyes travel from the floor and up your figure, becoming entranced with the look of the dress on your body.

“You… look beautiful,” He murmured as his eyes met yours, a look of awe etched into his expression. The tips of his ears were still a little red from the embarrassment of walking down the complex’s halls in a knight costume.

“Not too bad yourself, Sir Lumiere.” You joked, placing a hand on his chest plate and pushing him backward into the hallway. You closed your apartment door behind you. “We should get going, the party is starting soon.”

You barely got two steps ahead of him before you were gently pulled back, Xavier taking your hand in his. You look at him with a confused expression as he kneels down to one knee.

“Please, let me escort you, Your Highness” He says, his voice soft and gentle, and the look in his eyes even more tender as he kisses the back of your hand. His hand holds yours as if it were porcelain, and his warmth seeps into your skin as he guides you down the hall.

Rafayel ☠️

Rafayel had learned what Halloween was over the course of his time here, but never did he once celebrate it. It wasn’t out of hatred for it, but back in Lemuria it was never celebrated or even heard of. So he had no real idea how to go about participating in such a holiday. Before knowing you, he also had no interest in doing so.

This was precisely why you had made it a point to try and do something fun with him each day of the month of October.

On the first day, as in the very first day of October, you showed up to his home very early, decorations piled in multiple bags all held in one hand, and in the other were a ton of snacks. Day one was decorating his home to fit the vibe.

You explained common myths surrounding the holiday, most of which people don’t consider to be true but regardless it’s fun to talk about. You told him stories from your childhood of how you’re family celebrated and traditions you had each year.

His least favorite decoration was the big black cat figure with its back arched high and fake fur all puffed up. In fact he made you remove it from his presence at once.

Later on in the month you and him had visited a pumpkin patch. Rafayel spent at least two hours scouring for the most perfect pumpkin he could find. one without blemishes and one that was perfectly round. Once he found it he practically begged you to carry it, saying that if something happened he could hurt his wrist and never be able to paint again, eyes big and round and puppy dog-ish

After managing to find “the perfect pumpkin” you returned back to his place to start carving.

Pumpkin carving had so far proven to be his favorite activity, showing off his skills much to your despair.

He looked over to see your pumpkin and complemented its face, noting all the uneven sharp edges forming a sinister smile and slanted eyes. you expressed your gratitude with a smile Only it dropped the minute you looked over at his and he was literally carving a beautiful greek statue depicting icarus on his giant pumpkin. you decided to start cleaning up your own mess and be done after that.

When you brought up your memories of trick or treating as a kid and all the tooth rotting candy you got from it, even having some left over for months after October, he seemed increasingly interested in the event. He practically begged to go this year with you.

You had to sit him down to explain that normally it’s children, young kids who go trick or treating and that normally you’d dress up, so it would be hard to find a costume now anyway.

This did not stop Rafayel from whining and begging on hands and knees to go trick or treating. He didn't stop until you pulled out your laptop in defeat to order a costume online.

You thought he would look handsome in a Phantom of the Opera costume so you ordered one and luckily it would be here just before halloween night.

You had tried a few times to convince Rafayel to go to a costume party instead, something more sophisticated and fun but he was insistent you go to the nearby neighborhood and trick or treat with the local families.

☆BONUS☆ Rafayels favorite candy would ironically be Swedish fish (get it..)

☆BONUS☆ As a joke you definitely asked him to dress up as the little mermaid and prince Eric. you were prince Eric

You sat on Rafayel’s couch waiting for him to change into his costume. You sat in a beautiful vintage cream colored gown to match that of the Phantom’s love interest. Hair done to match the character as much as possible. You fiddled with the lace hemming of the puffy sleeves as you waited for him, adjusting bits and pieces of your dress. You thought back to all the fun you’d had with Rafayel over the month, aside from his insane talent of carving pumpkins he also enjoyed taste testing different candies that you dumped into a plastic candy bowl you had gotten for him.

“I can’t tell if this is right… help me please?” Rafayel walked out of one of the nearby rooms, fiddling with the white mask with one hand and adjusting his tie with the other. The coat tails danced behind him as he walked, shiny black shoes clacking against his tiles floors.

The minute his mauve eyes met yours his face turned red. “You look beautiful. I can see why the Phantom would fall for you,” he bowed, holding his hand out for you to take.

“Thank you Raf, and you… look so handsome,” you smiled, taking your hand into his gloved one, letting him kiss your knuckles.

You gently took the mask and leaned up, fastening it with the velcro band that it came with. You leaned back to make sure it was even and make sure he could see clearly through the cut out hole for his eyes. His hands immediately rested on your hips.

Your eyes widened when you realized. He didn’t need any help with his costume, he just wanted you closer. “Raf!” you scolded, “You didn’t need my help at all.”

“No really, I needed help..” he pretended to pout, only holding you tighter. “Come on, let’s go trick or treating!” He spun around you and dragged you along out of his home.

The two of you walked down a street of cookie cutter houses, decorated to the shingles with fake cobwebs and twinkling purple and orange string lights. Kids ran up and down the street in homemade costumes and store bought ones slinging around little baskets brim filled with candies. The sun was setting quickly and stars began to flicker in the sky.

“Come on! I heard one of the kids say that the house has king size candy bars!” Rafayel slid his gloved hand into yours and dragged you towards a big house. He knocked on the front door, an old woman opening the door while he shouted “Trick or treat!” holding a kids sized pumpkin basket that he insisted he take.

“Aren’t you two a little… old to be trick or treating?” The older woman questioned as she tossed a king sized bar of chocolate into his bag and another for you.

Rafayel frowned, nose scrunching. “There is no age limit to joy,” before stomping off. Most of the night carried on like that, but by the end he had filled his small basket to the top, tiny candies falling over the rim.

Zayne 🧸

Halloween? Celebrating?? Halloween??? As a doctor?? Yeah, no.

Zayne is very used to his colleagues getting in the festive mood, decorating corners of the hospital with purple, orange and black garlands, mugs with black cats on them, and even crafts that some patients (mainly the children), helped with making.

However, Zayne never really had the time himself to make any plans, nor did he really care to. He was too busy all the time, getting called back into work even on his days off, leading surgeries, literally getting not an ounce of sleep. This usually occurred with most holidays, actually.

When you drop by his office, a store bought lunch in tow, you miraculously catch him on his “break”. You sit down across from him, letting him take his portion as he once again separates the carrots from his, giving them to you. You ask him what his plans for the holiday will be, or if he has any, and he’s almost confused for a second. When he remembers it’s October and the people of Linkon are getting excited for a particular, sweets-filled holiday, he admits he’s never really had room for celebrations.

You almost take a personal offense to this. Has he never felt the joy of sitting down in a dark room, a bowl of candy in hand, as a classic horror movie plays on a flatscreen? Immediately, you insist Zayne requests the day off. Almost just as quickly, he denies your demand. (He used Meow This.)

After plenty of convincing (which mainly consisted of leaning on his shoulder, giving him your best puppy dog eyes), he knew he couldn’t say no to you. He reluctantly agreed to take Halloween off, much to his colleagues' surprise.

As the week progressed, you introduced several ways to celebrate with him. Scenic walks in the park with overly sweetened pumpkin spice lattes in hand, going to halloween stores and picking up tacky decorations and cheap candy, and even trying your hands at making your own apple cider.

Zayne didn’t really seem like the type to go to a costume party, so you decided to spare him from more of your begging pleading. However, he still wasn’t exempt from wearing a costume.

Bonus: Zayne’s favorite candies are snow caps or york patties.

Bonus: You mentioned it would be funny if you two dressed up as Snowmeiser and Heatmeiser.

“Zayne, have you seen the candy bowl I set up earlier? I can’t remember where I left it. I thought it’d be on the counter…” You mumble to yourself, shuffling between the areas of the kitchen and the front door, trying to look for the bowl.

From around the corner, behind the bathroom door, you hear his silvery voice call out. “l believe you left it on the coffee table in front of the couch,” He answered as the bathroom door jiggled.

You turn around to look in the direction of the coffee table, seeing the bowl of candy and catching a glimpse of the door opening, revealing Zayne clad in black, red and white. Your eyes trail down his figure as you bite your lip, taking note of the deep cut of the white, frilly shirt on his chest. You grin widely as you stride over to him with excitement.

“I fail to see the appeal in dressing up like this. I feel foolish.” He sighs, analyzing your giddy reaction with tenderness. You smile up at him, beginning to fix a strand of hair that fell from his slicked-back style before ultimately deciding he looked better that way.

“Oh, come on Zayne! You make an amazing Dracula!” You exclaim. You get on your tip toes and lean towards his ear before saying “And a very, very attractive one at that,” in a hushed voice. Your hand gingerly rests upon his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken just by a hair. His ears tinge with pink before the look in his eyes match that of yours.

“You look better in this kind of thing than I do, but I’ll humor you for tonight.” You watched as the fake fangs he wore poked out from inside his mouth as he spoke, pursing your lips in response.

“Maybe I should ask you to wear this kind of thing more often…” You murmured, eyes lingering on his lips. Zayne’s expression twitched in the slightest, squinting before he decided to tease you back.

“Careful, beloved. These fangs aren’t just for show.” He whispered, leaning down slightly as his lips just barely brushed against your ear.

Sylus ☠️

Sylus was used to spending most of the holidays alone in his mansion with only Luke and Kieran to entertain him. Despite the N109 zone being inhabited primarily by conmen and other criminals–and despite not having any favorable visitors before you– Luke and Kieran were persistent in their efforts to at the very least decorate the main foyer.

Halloween was by far the easiest to decorate for considering the dark atmosphere and eerie decor already inhabiting the mansion.

Despite the now habitual ruckus caused by the twins during the few days leading up to Halloween, Sylus was pleasantly surprised when you asked him to celebrate the holiday with you.

What he did not realize was “celebrating” in fact meant helping you with the last finishing touches to your apartment for a costume party you were hosting. Not that he minded really, getting to spend some time with you outside the comfortable darkness of the N109 zone and instead the excessively bright skies of Linkon was more than acceptable. You assured him every one was too busy preparing for the weekend to notice him or be concerned about his presence.

Helping lug around big bags full of the last needed decorations and goodies he proposed playing a classic horror movie in the background to help motivate the two of you to decorate. When you agreed he quickly set up Friday the Thirteenth.

He used his evol to get in the hard to reach places and to hold the candy bowl out of your reach when he thought you’d eaten too many too early in the morning.

The day of the party arrived much quicker than he anticipated, but for once he seemed relatively excited to spend it doing something other than sitting around his home. Luke and Kieran were unrelenting in their endeavors to be invited to the costume party.

He had forgotten about that aspect of celebrating. Aside from whatever Luke and Keiran prepare for either themselves or him, he never partook in any festivities himself. That’s why when you initially marched up to him with a decorative bag in tow asking him to dress up in a matching partner costume he said no.

Disappointed but not defeated, you endlessly negotiated, tried to strike up deals, and nearly begged. It didn’t take too much convincing to match with you when he heard you mumble about returning the product.

He opened the bag, playfully rolling his eyes at the pleased and self satisfying look on your face. Inside the bag he could see a dark gray set of something fluffy. He looked up from the bag, unamused. Pulling out the items he realized it was the parts of a wolf costume. Fluffy gray ears attached to a cheap plastic headband, a small wolf tail attached to a stretchy velcro belt, and two big fluffy wolf paws that would surely make it hard to grab a piece of candy from the snack bowl or text the twins back to tell them they were invited to the party.

His surprise grew when he noticed in your own hands a small red cloak and a wicker basket. The classic fairy tale of the big bad wolf and little red riding hood. It was definitely an amusing duo idea you had come up with for sure.

☆BONUS☆ His favorite candy would probably be something “spicy” like Hot Tamales or Red Hots!

☆BONUS☆ As a joke you’d ask him to dress up as a scarecrow to see if it spooks mephisto

Sylus tapped his foot impatiently behind your closed door, pushing the tuft of fur away from his wrist to check the time on his watch. It was ten minutes til the party was supposed to start and he was waiting for you to finish the last touches of your costume. His gaze swerved around the apartment, the faint sound of a halloween playlist playing softly from a speaker in the kitchen, helping to set the atmosphere.

Fake spider webs with abnormally large spiders were hung in every corner of the ceiling, different horror movies playing on the screen, dangling fairy lights of purple and orange decorated some areas of the apartment. There was even a small fog machine that was hidden behind the couch. The work you had done—the work he had helped you with—certainly was worth it.

The door clicked getting his attention, looking over he felt rather pleased being your costume partner for the evening, seeing how you looked.

The red cloak billowed delicately behind you as you walked over to him, the hood resting loosely on your hair. He looked you top to bottom not bothering to hide the smirk on his face. The dress was a simple cottage-core style ensemble: frilly, short and sweet accompanied by black tights and brown heels. The wicker basket swung around your wrist. Twirling, you chimed, “How do I look? Do I look like i'm on my way to bring my grandma some sweets?” You opened the basket to reveal a couple of candies resting on the bottom.

“You look great, Sweetie,” Sylus hummed, lifting the hand of yours that wasn’t holding the wicker basket to his lips to plant a kiss on your knuckles. His free hand sliding into one of the openings in the basket to snag a candy and pocket it for later.

Letting go of your hand, he slipped it around your waist and under the cloak, squeezing you close to his side. The paws he wore took up almost all the space along your torso with his giant they were. He hated how he could barely feel you beneath the thick fabric of those damned paws.

“Oh my, what big teeth you have!” You playfully teased, nudging him in the side with your hip.

Sylus leaned down, lips close to your ear, “The better to eat you with, my dear.”

A knock on the apartment door left you no room to retort as the party had started. All you could do was try to collect yourself as he sent a wink your way before greeting the guests.

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What do y’all mean by you can open orange with hands that thing is unbreakable what the hell

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stop making fanfics about characters raping and sexually assaulting y/n, you are fucking disgusting people who romanticize a serious crime that happens every day to children and women

"but that's just reading dark romance" that's not a dark romance, that's just the stuff of a horrible fetish, IF YOU HAVE A RAPE FETISH, GO SEEK FOR FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST HELP!!!!!!!!!!

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gnawing at the bars of my enclosure !!!!!!!!! -🧸

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Simon thinks he could live like this.

pairing: bodyguard!ghost x actress!reader cw: nothing he's just down bad 7 | gold rush masterlist.

“are you insane?!” Daniel shouts, slamming the door behind him and stomping his feet towards Simon with a menacing look, “you think you can just move her around like this?”

“she wasn’t safe in that house, this is for her protection,” he answers promptly, crossing his arms and taking a step in front of you, covering your frame from the irate man. if he could, he’d land a punch on his face in no time, not caring that technically he’s his boss.

“yeah? and you simply have to be here with her, right?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes at him. you watch the scene unfold from behind Simon, brows knitted together and bottom lip nearly bleeding from biting too much. he’d managed to momentarily tranquillize you, bring you back to earth after the terrifying panic state, but the anxiety kept simmering underneath your skin, just waiting for another chance to take over your body.

“the shitty security system you put in her house wasn’t enough to prevent the bastard from intrudin’, the bloody alarm didn’t even go off,” he retorts, eyes shooting daggers straight ahead, “so yeah, i’m gonna stay with her for as long as it’s necessary. contract says to protect her, doesn’t it?” 

the two of them stay quiet, a silent staring competition on Daniel’s side, a mere warning on Simon’s side. he won’t budge, won’t allow you to go back to that house, hand you on a silver platter to the grim reaper hiding behind letters and eerie messages. 

Dan leans on his side to look at you, ignoring the mass of a man in front of him. “are you sure about this?” his tone is strangely soft, like a switch flipped in his mind, all anger vanishing. you nod, offering him a small smile that does a poor job of concealing how nervous you are about the situation. he purses his lips, taking one last glance at Simon’s unwavering posture before sighing in defeat.

it’s been two weeks since the mirror message that led Simon into comforting you, and two weeks since he had to control his own panic, trying his best not to spiral. it had been a while since he shared a living space, so staying with you feels like a dream that he’s constantly afraid of turning into a nightmare by saying the wrong thing, acting the wrong way, or even thinking about what’s happening. 

the safe house Price arranged is far from the size you’re used to, being at least three times smaller than your own house. but to his surprise, again, your reaction to it contradicts his expectations. it could just be you being a phenomenal actress, covering your resentment behind a beaming smile, but you seemed to have grown accustomed to his presence easily, didn’t protest once, never lamented the loss of luxury and privacy.

he wanted to deny the feeling, shove it deep down in his brain and lock the safe, but it was nice, the domesticity of it all. it was nice learning little details about your routine; how you only get out of bed the second time your alarm rings; how you’re definitely not a morning person, judging by the gruff good morning you mumble when you slide to the counter stool; how you love trying new recipes and quietly dance in the kitchen, freezing when you notice him watching you; or how you’re always carrying something to read, it being a book or a script.

it was nice making you coffee in the morning and seeing you rub your sleepy eyes, nice hearing you humming a song in the shower, nice catching a glimpse of you in lingerie when you forget to lock your bedroom door, nearly making him choke in his own spit by the sight of the small tattoo on your hip. is it a star? a flower?

he felt like he was playing house with you. a game where you’re his loving wife and he’s a devoted husband, where he could feed his delusions, live everything he was convinced he’d never have in this lifetime. inside those walls, he could do it all, except the one thing he longed the most – touch you. kiss the top of your head when you’re baking in the kitchen, run his fingers through your hair when you’re curled up on the couch, feel your soft skin under his fingertips when you lay in bed, bend you over the table when you pass by him in skimpy pyjama shorts.

“do you... wanna watch a movie?” you ask, remote in hand and head leaned back on the sofa, chewing the inside of your cheek and attentively glaring at the television. he tilts to the side, stirring his thoughts away and taking in the view of your features illuminated by the bright lights coming from the screen. it was easy to get lost in how beautiful you were, a magical creature brought to earth to bewitch him. 

your head suddenly shifts to where he’s sitting, and it hits him that you’re still expecting an answer. fuck. “uh, yeah, sure.” he mumbles, snapping back to the telly, swallowing the desires his throat dared to spill.

later that day, Simon steps onto the front porch for a much-needed nicotine fix, dark blues painting the sky as the last rays of sunlight vanish from the horizon. he hates the burning sensation of the smoke in his lungs, but always craves the lightheadedness and dopamine flush in his veins, no matter how many years it takes from his life. 

“god!” you jump, looking behind you and putting a hand over your chest to steady your rapid heartbeat, “you really are a ghost, aren’t you?” a chuckle falls from your lips after the startle, travelling the air like a lullaby, and he ignores the flutter in his chest that happens whenever you laugh.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” you shrug and turn back to your initial position, sitting on the steps and watching the crunchy tree leaves dancing in the breeze. he follows your gaze to the front lawn, bringing a cigarette from the pack to his lips, debating if he should truly smoke with you in there. you never complained, but he’s caught you frowning at the thin cardboard a few times around the house, so he decides not to light it.

“can i ask you something?” you blurt out, lifting your chin to face him, eyes searching for his, and his head dips, irises focusing on yours. one brow raises at your sudden curiosity and he nods, back propped against the column, waiting, “why Ghost?”

his jaw tenses, gaze shifting from you to the carton in his hands. the ever-dreaded question. “dunno. just a nickname.” lie. he couldn’t tell you how everything was taken from him and he faked his death years ago; how he truly became the ghost of man. you don’t deserve to be burdened with that knowledge, so it is just a nickname. 

he looks back to you, gauging if you bought his deflection or not. you’re still focused on him, vision flicking at every crease of his expression, waiting for any falter, but it doesn’t come. “you can call me Simon.”

the thin line of your lips breaks into a smile, cheeks rising and making his heart skip a beat. so much for easy detachment, “okay, Simon.”

the way i still have at least ten parts of this story in my outline but i'm so unmotivated to write it :(

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Simon Riley x DogSitter!Reader pt. 4

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Warnings: Cursing, caught half-naked (don't get ya knickers in a twist, it's not by Simon), possessive behaviour, pining

A/N: Good morning! typed this up last night, wanted to post it but Tumblr mobile hates it when I try to edit my drafts. but I cracked open my computer and got it finished! enjoy the day! xoxo

"You need to stay still." You said quietly, your hands gently laying on Riley's stomach as she lay on her back. Her eyes flickered between you and your hands curiously with a nervous look on her face. Her tail swished, brushing with a whoosh against the unkempt grass of Simon's backyard.

"Good- play dead, good..." You slowly removed your hands, placing them against your thighs as you knelt next to her. "And stay-"

As soon as your hands left her fur, she twisted back onto her feet and sat upright. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she panted, looking at you for the next command.

"No!" You cried, holding the sides of her face and pointing her snout towards you. "You just had it! C'mon, we've got to get this down - need to show off your skills at the dog park, yeah?"

You flopped down on your back and raised your arms in the air. Riley took a few steps back and stared at you - her toe was pointed in anticipation. She had no idea what you were doing.

"Like this-" you said, "Play dead." You rolled back onto your knees, giggling at the flabbergasted expression on her face. "Really- it's easy, let's give it one more go."

You guided her to lay down again - she huffed, seemingly annoyed with whatever it was you were trying to do. She let you roll her onto her back, her legs awkwardly sticking out straight. You tutted and bent her paws at each ankle.

"Good. Sta- stay." You said as she tried to wiggle up. You kept your hands on her belly again, and she boredly looked at the blue sky above.

"Good, Riley. Play dead." You slowly sat back on your haunches, and she managed to stay put. She looked at you upside-down as you fished a few treats from your pocket.

"Stay..." You cooed, holding the treats up to her muzzle. "Good. Play dead."

She gently lapped up the treats when you opened your palm, chewing noisily and looking back at you for direction. She remained on the ground, feet pointed in the air and her tail still.

"Ok, Riley." You said, and she scrambled back onto her feet. "Now, let's try again. Play dead."

She looked at you, tilting her head in confusion. You could see the gears turning, and your skin was nearly on fire with anticipation. "Play dead." You repeated slowly, pointing towards the ground.

Sure enough, she sank to the floor. When she saw the excitement growing in your eyes, she rolled onto her back, letting her legs relax above her.

"Good girl!!" You squealed, rubbing her belly and her face and showering her with kisses - she groaned and yapped, hurriedly getting back up onto her feet.

"Oh, you're so good, Riley!" You exclaimed and handed her a few more treats. She scarfed them down in a matter of seconds as her tail thwapped against the ground.

You felt proud of her - and of yourself. You'd never really considered yourself an actual dog-sitter before. But now, after this achievement, you felt like the dog-sitter.

"Mitchell had better watch his sorry ass..." You stated, standing up and brushing your hands on your thighs. You paused when you felt something cold - you turned to look over your shoulder, and sure enough, your entire back and rump were covered in mud. You sighed, looking back down at where you had laid in the grass. There was a decently sized mud puddle, with the perfect imprint of your torso and backside.

"Oh, for Christ's sake-" you grumbled, trudging back towards the house. Riley hopped through the doorway and made a beeline straight to her water bowl. She lapped up the water messily as you toed off your sneakers, leaving them by the backdoor. You closed the door behind you and groaned as the damp fabric clung to your skin.

"Just my bloody luck." You murmured. You began peeling your clothes off in the hall, starting with your socks, then your sweatshirt, then your top. You were just about to shimmy out of your jeans, when you heard Riley whine.

Turning around, you saw her walking- no, limping, to her dog bed. She groaned as she shuffled around, scratching at the fabric, before plopping down onto the plush cushion.

"Y' feeling alright, girl?" You asked, and she turned her snout towards you. "Time for some medicine, hmm?"

You padded into the kitchen, grabbing her medicine from the counter and popping a pill into your palm. You stole a jar of peanut butter from Simon's cupboard and scooped a spoonful, shoving the pill into the sticky glob and heading back to the living room. "Don't worry-" you said, holding the spoon down to her as she licked it greedily. "I won't count this as one of your daily cookies."

You felt a chill against your bare back - you looked up, noticing that the AC vent was positioned right above Riley's bed.

"Well, that can't be good..." You grumbled. You quickly ran and snagged a worn-out blanket (decorated with bones and tennis balls, most likely from when she was a puppy) from the hall closet, before returning and draping it over her. She let out a wary groan as you tucked in the edges, cocooning her in a layer of felt.

"Need t' make sure you're not too chilly-" you said, securing her under the blanket. "That cold doesn't help your leg, does it?"

She made a content sound and sank her head down onto the cushion, making you chuckle. "There, isn't that much be-"

You stood back up, your sentence interrupted by your own panic. The mailman was outside the front window, staring right back at you. He was frozen, eyes wide with a shocked flush on his cheeks, as he was putting the mail in Simon's box.

In a fit of horror, you glanced down at yourself, being met with the sight of your shirtless torso and jeans. You shrieked in embarrassment and ran into the hall, quickly throwing yourself into the bathroom and slamming the door behind you.

Riley tilted her head as she watched down the hall, the sound of your "Fucking hell!!" Echoing from beyond the bathroom door - she flopped hear head back onto the cushion and sighed.

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The cot groaned and creaked beneath Simon as he dropped himself onto it. He tossed his duffle bag on the floor next to him, letting his arm hang over the edge for a moment. His entire body ached - he had let himself relax too much on his time off with Riley, and had nearly forgotten just how rough this job was on his bones.

"Never thought we'd be back 'ere, eh?" Soap said, trudging into the small dorm. "Alejandro said we're always welcome on 'is base, but I ken he meant other circumstances."

Simon groaned in agreement. "Brings back memories, eh?"

Soap scoffed. "If ye say so, LT. Rott'n ones, that's fer sure."

"A' least it's over."

Soap grunted. "Gonna celebrate with a cup o' joe." He said, rolling out his shoulders with a pop. "Need me t' grab ye some?"

"Thanks, but no thanks. Like to try n' get some sleep 'fore we head home."

"Suit yourself, LT." Soap said, before he left Simon alone in the dorm.

He sighed heavily. Simon was lying to himself if he thought he was going to get any sleep. During the entire mission (save the parts where he was snapping a bloke's neck, or planting bullets in bodies), he couldn't stop thinking about Riley - which was also a lie. Truthfully, he couldn't stop thinking of the both of you.

Were you treating her well? Did you end up using his shower? Did you remember her medicine? Did you use the throw blanket when you slept on his sofa? What did you two do all week? What did you do all week?

It was hard to realize that he'd only seen you in person twice, with the way that he was constantly plagued by you. You and your overly-bright and bold personality. He wondered if you'd be there when he gets back home, or if you'd-

Oh, right. He'd be home tomorrow night. He'd forgotten to text you. He quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and typed up a message.

coming home tomorrow evening. it'll be late. don't worry about being there, but if you are, that's fine.

He hoped you would be there, he thought, as he sent the message, letting the phone drop onto his chest.

Not a minute had passed that Simon had fought with his own mind, when his phone buzzed. He pulled the screen back above his face and opened the message from you.

Glad to hear you're back safe!

Buzz

If you are actually back, I guess I don't know where you are...

Buzz

Anyways, that's fine! I'll walk Riley around 7 pm, she's good after that until bedtime

Buzz

Of course, you know that, she's YOUR dog after all, lol

Buzz

Get back safe! And I mean get HOME, not just wherever you are right now!

He stared at each message as it popped up, one after another. You must type fast - and god, were you annoying... but he didn't hate it. He should hate it, he'd hated every other person he'd run into with your attitude. But he felt the depth and the honesty in your words, even over text. It was aggravating him, but instead of stomping your sparks out, he wanted to hide them in his dark corner, where no one else could see just how bright you were.

Shut the fuck up, he thought. Man whore.

He began to reply to your message, thick fingers struggling to tap away at the tiny screen.

How are my girls?

Fuck- backspace, backspace- Christ, that was a close one.

How's my girl?

Send.

He groaned, staring at the screen, hungrily waiting for you to respond. He thought of the sound of your nails clacking away on your phone. What would you say? "Good"? "Fine"? "She's sleeping"? He wished you'd go on another tangent, stringing him along in a conversation where one message hardly had anything to do with the last.

Buzz

You sent a photo.

Simon's chest felt tight with anticipation - he hurriedly clicked on the image to make it bigger.

It was you and Riley, both lying on the couch. You were curled up against the arm of the sofa, wearing your pajamas and tucked under his throw blanket with a book in your hand. Your hair was down, and a bit damp, too. Riley was cozied up to your side, her snout resting in your lap. The both of you looked up into the camera - you, with a sweet, soft smile that nearly put Simon in cardiac arrest.

Doing good! I think she likes it when I read to her!

Simon exhaled heavily through his nose. You read to the dog- of course you fucking read to the dog. Why was that attractive? Why was he so warmed by your matching daisy pajamas? By the mug of tea on the coffee table (in his mug, which made it worse)? By the way Riley was so comfortable around you?

How were you doing this to him - infiltrating his brain so easily, consuming it like a weed? A beautiful, elegant weed?

He groaned and laid his phone on his chest, rubbing his eyes. He let his palms linger over the sockets for a moment. Something must be wrong with him. Simon was never so easily distracted by anything, let alone anyone. Had he gotten soft on his time off? Was this some sort of pre-middle-aged hormone cocktail that was controlling him? How the hell was he supposed to snuff this flame out? He could never request your services again; but as soon as the thought entered his head, he threw it out. He'd keep you, if not for his own selfishness, then for the way you were so excited to have the job in the first place. This would have to be a project of self-discipline. He would have to figure out how to-

"Steamin' Jesus- that's who ye got watchin' Riley?!"

For a moment, Ghost nearly came out and landed a punch to Soap's gut. But Simon simply jolted, catching his phone right before it slid off onto the floor.

"Bloody- fuckin' hell, Johnny." He grumbled.

"Bloody fuckin' hell indeed-" Soap agreed, trying to swipe at Simon's phone. "Pull 'er up again, lemme see-"

"Bugger off." Simon warned. He sat up on the edge of the bed and pocketed his phone.

"Awe, this why ye dinnae want te talk 'bout 'er earlier?" Soap said with a playful grin, collapsing onto his cot on the opposite side of the room. "Been hidin' tha' pretty thing all te yerself?"

"'M not hidin' anythin.'"

"Then lemme see- might snag 'er number, too-"

"No you won't, Johnny."

"Why not?"

"Because y' don't need a bloody dog-walker."

"Maybe not, but I could always use a lass, eh?"

"She is off limits-" Simon said, narrowing his gaze at Soap, "- n' there's not gonna be another word 'bout it."

Simon laid down and rolled to face the wall before Soap could utter another word. He heard Johnny scoff, followed by the sound of him removing his boots.

"Dry piece of shite, ye are..." he grumbled.

Despite his instinctual reaction to Johnny's instantaneous attraction to you, Simon was a bit shocked with himself. Again - you weren't his. The only tether he had to you was strictly monetary and contractual. He even imagined that you might be pissed, having a client treat you like they were your bodyguard. He needed to figure this out and de-root it from the source, before it got any worse.

But... if he allowed himself to entertain the idea, just this once... Would it be such a bad thing? To attempt- to convince you that he wasn't so horrible a person, really- if you could just see past his hard, outer shell, built up from years of trauma and blood. Who knows how long it would take you to see him as a decent person, but he could think about the logistics later. It wasn't against the law to date your pet-sitter, he just had to make himself believe that. Maybe you were just the perfect amount of sunshine that could melt the iciness within him.

With a glance over his shoulder, making sure Soap was minding his beeswax, Simon pulled his phone out of his pocket. He gave your picture a long, favorable glance, before he sent you a final message for the night.

keep reading to her for me, and tell her I'll be home soon. thanks again.

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simon x sick!reader

wc— 973

cw— sick fic!! reader is gender neutral. emetophobia warning!! > mention of throwing up. simon being a good boyfriend.

a/n— this is my first official addition to this page!! i’m still getting used to this whole “writing and posting” thing, so i’d love feedback and constructive criticism :3 enjoy!!

your body felt hot. the weight of your sheets on top of you was all you could feel aside from the way your eyes felt glued shut and how your clothes stuck uncomfortably to your back.

the past few days you knew you were starting to catch something, a few sneezes there and a small headache there — but you’d never guess you’d start to feel this bad.

now, it’s not like you were running to the bathroom and hurling the remains of your dinner from the past night into the toilet bowl, no. however, you did feel like the inside of your throat was being clawed at by a very angry cat and your mouth was dry from not being able to breathe clearly from your nose.

forcing your eyes open, you groan as you stir from your warm and slightly damp spot of the bed, your eyes adjusting to your dark room. you lick your lips, attempting to bring back some moisture, but they dried up again almost immediately.

“ugh… si?” you groan, looking to his side of the bed where he was. well, where he would be. you blinked your eyes, lifting your hand and placing it in his spot and feeling the warmth of his body that was left behind. huh.

you peered at the alarm clock on your nightstand. 2:41 am.

“si?” you weakly called out again, your nasally voice ringing throughout your shared bedroom. a few moments pass before you hear the heavy padding of feet approaching, a muscular forearm gently nudging the door open.

simon’s dark silhouette walked in, a mug of something in hand and a thermometer in the other. he shuffled closer, setting the mug down on the nightstand and turning on the small lamp next to the edge.

the lamp illuminated his dark eyes, which shifted from the thermometer’s buttons to you after turning it on. his short, blond locks were tousled from sleep, scratching the scruff on his jaw.

“woke up a couple minutes ago. felt ya’ start to get hot,” he grunted, holding the thermometer up to your forehead as he took your temperature. after the beep, he squinted, reading back your temperature in his gruff voice.

“99.8” he stated, setting the thermometer down and sitting on the edge of the bed, rugged body slightly facing you as one leg folded onto the sheets and the other hung off the bed.

“nothing too bad, yet.”

coaxing you to sit up, he carefully brings the cup of tea towards you, pausing when your hands don’t come up to take it. he looks up at you, watching you eye the steaming cup suspiciously. he sighs

“yes, it has enough honey.” he clarifies, watching your expression relax. he held his hand beneath yours as you took hold of the mug, softly blowing on it before you took a sip.

you hummed in satisfaction, affirming his words. “thank you, si,” you murmured, “but aren’t you going to get sick too?”

“don’t worry about that, lovie. focus on you gettin’ better,” his voice rumbled. you took a few more sips of the tea, soothing your throat little by little, before deciding you were too sweaty to finish it.

you handed the mug to him before coughing into your elbow, trying to clear out the feeling of glass in your throat but failing.

“i’m so sweaty…” you groan, watching as simon automatically puts the mug down and gets up, moving to the closet as he looks for something lighter for you to wear.

he’s back within a few seconds, one of his large t-shirts in hand and a pair of sleep shorts just in case.

“up,” he nudges your arms, helping you take off your long sleeve shirt which was slightly cold with your sweat. tossing it to the side, he rolled up the other shirt, gingerly slipping the sleeves down your arms as his shirt draped across your form.

“shorts?” he asked, noting how you already weren’t wearing pants, opting to sleep in your underwear instead. when you shook your head, he walked to the closet once more, putting the shorts away and your shirt in the hamper.

“thank you, si,” you whispered tiredly.

“none of that. need anything else? some water?”

“yes, please”

he walked out of the room.

you wondered how you ended up with such a caring man as your boyfriend. he’s practically a mind reader at this point. you looked down, eyeing the shirt he picked out for you. it was an old shirt of his, one he used to wear frequently before he became a part of your life.

the shirt was a dark gray, small holes between the seams of the sleeves. it was your favorite one, hence how worn out it was. you took the soft fabric in your hands, bringing it up to smell the familiar scent.

simon walks back into the room with a fresh glass of water, noticing you. he gently tuts to himself, setting the glass next to the mug he had forgotten to take to the kitchen with him.

he plopped back into your shared bed, your body falling towards him as the bed shifted from his weight. settling the sheets over his lower half, he handed you the glass of water, waiting patiently for you to be finished. when you were, he set the glass back down, the two of you getting comfortable once more.

he subconsciously brought you towards him as you lied back down, his strong arm pulling you into his broad, clothed chest. you sighed again, breathing him in as you tried to forget about the oncoming congestion you felt. your hand settled on his waist, your legs entangled with his.

“i love you, simon.” you exhaled, closing your eyes once more.

“love you too, sweetheart,” he grumbled into your hair.

maybe getting sick wasn’t gonna be so bad after all.

~🧸

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i’m gonna take a bite out of him. -🧸

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I need a sticker for surviving 2023 so I made one and thought I’d share it with you all too. Reblog to give everyone stickerssss

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yk what why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯