#opalesquegirl

[tojisun]

I just KNOW best friend!simon would slowly move all of your things into his apartment, bit by bit, until you realised your own apartment was completely empty. You’d have to stay with him from now on, of course. What’s the harm? He’d probably start kissing you all the time too, insisting you sleep in his bed with him because he can’t make you sleep on the couch. That’s what best friends are for, after all.

THIS ONE MAKES ME ILLL ur absolutely right oh my god

it doesn't even start with him, that’s the damnest thing, but it started with you. it started with you asking if you could crash at his place that one night your friend group went out clubbing and you asked because your place was just too far out. and simon didn’t know what supernatural being liked him enough to land him this opportunity, but he took it like a starved dog and didn’t let go.

so it started with an invitation, then it trickled into simon moving your things little by little. one shirt at a time.

coats and jackets, but also socks and travel makeup kits and even your jewelries.

you don’t even know why your habit of leaving things in his place became frequent, but you apologized, telling him to pretty please forgive you because, “i don’t know why i always leave my stuff there.”

and simon, possessive and manipulative and obsessive simon, bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from grinning before he shrugged and said he didn’t think it was a bother to have your stuff there in his place, anyway. he said, and here he wondered how you still didn’t catch on, how he likes the idea of sharing a home with you. of living with you.

you didn’t see any issue with his words. god, you were even ecstatic and quick to agree because simon’s flat was closer to your work; hell, it was bigger, and was a whole lot more…homier.

it was a place straight out of your vision board or something, and it really didn’t scream simon’s place, but you never thought anything of it.

you never thought to ask why it always felt too good to be true; why it was too in-line with your taste, down to the colour of the kettle.

.

(im sorry i couldnt finish this one too 🥹)

[a-reverii]

⭑ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 + 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 ⭑

— 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.

sirius black

tulips. ⇢ @amiableness

safe place. ⇢ @/amiableness

don't delete the kisses. ⇢ @that-bwitch

regulus black

time to pretend. ⇢ @delicrieux

the arranged marriage or regulus's dreams. ⇢ @ellecdc

see me. ⇢ @mmoonysgf

hold her! ⇢ @kquil

secret admirer. ⇢ @itsbuckytm

remus lupin

clandestine. ⇢ @spncvr

sirius the matchmaker. ⇢ @fishley

his girl. ⇢ @opalesquegirl

our band. ⇢ @wzrd-wheezes

james potter

boundary less. ⇢ @wicchyy

no boundary!james. ⇢ @ddejavvu

best friend!james. ⇢ @/ddejavvu

personal trainer. ⇢ @fourmoony

about you. ⇢ @ma1dita

and i love her. ⇢ @dilf-lover99

— 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘.

neil perry

if i fell. ⇢ @sorencd

two of us. ⇢ @/sorencd

art class. ⇢ @/sorencd

charlie dalton

orlando (first kiss). ⇢ @dearsnow

under the neon glow. ⇢ @augiewrites

secret admirer. ⇢ @/augiewrites

todd anderson

todd can't help the way he feels about you. ⇢ @writersmacchiato

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍.

peter parker

new york private life. ⇢ @astxroiid

← back to fic rec masterlist.

[acourtofchaos]

MARAUDERS ERA FIC RECS

REMUS LUPIN

BY TIRED HANDS by @luveline

CALM AFTER THE STORM by @angelfic

HIS GIRL by @opalesquegirl

IT'S TIME TO GO | PART TWO | PART THREE by @godlessandwrecked

TAKE A BITE OUT OF MY HEART* by @upsidedownwithsteve

JAMES POTTER

IF I KISS YOU, I'M SORRY

TIME WARP

by @astonishment

IS IT CHILL THAT YOU'RE IN MY HEAD by @boneblushed

WILDEST DREAMS by @pretty-little-mind33

YOU DON'T REALLY LIKE ME, YOU JUST THINK YOU DO by @perpetuallydaydreaming

SIRIUS BLACK

GORGEOUS by @cassiopeiasdaughter

LITTLE LIES* by @amiableness

'CAUSE I DON'T WANT YOU LIKE A BEST FRIEND by @evermoreal

AREN'T PROMISES MEANT TO BE BROKEN by @perpetuallydaydreaming

RIGHT WHERE I WANT TO BE by @appocalipse

REGULUS BLACK

DARLING, YOU LOOK DIVINE* by @theostrophywife

SECOND SON by @cherryslyce

HOW EMBARRASSING by @ellecdc

POSSESSIVE

INFATUATION

by @r0mantic-f00l

TENSION* | PART TWO* by @mysticmoaning

*indicates smut

[amiableness]

hi! first of all i wanted to say that i’m really excited for your new remus series, the concept is so interesting and it inspired me to get back into writing fanfic. i had two blogs back in 2020/2021 and engagement was horrible back then too even though i think it was a peak moment in the fandom because of lockdown. what got me through it was my mutuals who i added on discord/interacted with on tumblr. sometimes you need another writer to motivate you or bounce ideas with. i also started to leave authors notes at the end of my fics asking people to let me know what they thought either about something specific or general. i’m sorry about your lack of motivation and i hope you find it again! -m

hi babe! first off, im so so glad to hear that my rem series inspired you to start writing again. i am so honored to hear that, truly. i honestly think its the best feeling when you read someone’s work and it sparks you to want to write again. i have so many amazing authors i can credit for that feeling.

secondly, im so sorry your two blogs didn’t have much engagement. it’s so frustrating and discouraging, but im so glad you’re still around on this app!

i have mutuals on here who i get giddy when they pop up in my notifs ( hello @moonlightspencie @moonpascal @opalesquegirl @imobsessedwitholiviarodrigo @myriadmoons 🫶🏼 ) but i really need to find someone to bounce ideas back and forth with. i think that’d help me a lot. i get down on myself when there isn’t sny interaction (comments, reblogs, asks) about a fic or ideas and i question if my writing is good enough or if anyone really likes it.

i honestly need to shift my focus and remember if one person loves it, then writing it was worth it. but i also think it’s valid to feel discouraged when only a handful of people comment, and im sure there’s many other fic writers that can understand that feeling. or maybe im just desperate for interaction lmao

im hoping i get my motivation back, if not i think ill leave my previous fics up and turn this into a fic rec blog. i feel like ive been a desperate for interaction on this blog and that’s not the vibe i want to have!

i love the idea of leaving a note at the end asking for feedback! and thank you so much for sending this, i got so excited to see it 🤍

[teenidlegirl]

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀rules.⠀choose 4 of your favorite characters from 4 pieces of media as poll options and let your tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibe, then tag 4 people.

thank you @reverieblondie for the tag! ♡

𝓣ags. ♡ @opalesquegirl @pinkhelados @pxtched @yougavemeyourheartyouknow ( no pressure ! )

[ttulipwritezz]

Tulip'z Feild of 150!🌷

My 150 follower milestone event!✨

Tysm for 150 followers, i started this year out with 70 so having it grow sm is insane<;33

Event open from: March 10th to April 1st

Here's a little follower milestone celebration for yall to have fun with :)

Do make sure to keep the request guidelines in mind when sending a flower(ask) :)

Petal 🌸

Send me a prompt and character and I'll write you a little blurb in about 400 words

Bulb🌹

Send me a song and a character, I'll write you a blurb inspired by that song<3

Leaf🌿

Send me information about yourself (hogwarts house, hobbies, likes, dislikes, sexuality and physique) and I'll pair you with a marauders era character <3

Orchid 🪴

Send me an ask for tumblr games (eg:fmk), or ask about my opinion on things or just chat!<3

Blossom 🌼(mutuals only)

Send me an ask and I'll give you a song from my liked songs playlist that I'd associate w you and your blog &lt;3 Extra: Request with this emoji🌺 and I'll tell you a work of yours i like to re-read :)

Additional info:

Prompt list 1, list 2, list 3

Request guidelines

Characters i write for: James Potter, Remus lupin, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Lily Evans, Marlene Mckinnon

Mutuals: @opalesquegirl, @ellecdc @sp1rit-realm @hotchfiles @mischiefmoons @beachylupin @starsval @turvi @ch-4-eri @jamespottersdaisy @saafhiree @ilovebokutokoutaro <3

General taglist: @desikudisworld @iamgayforyourmom1510

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

general remus lupin taglist

@opalesquegirl

please comment if you'd like to be added

[teenidlegirl]

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀rules.⠀do this quiz and play this picrew !

thank you @opalesquegirl for the tag! ♡

𝓣ags. ♡ @beabidobi @lazyjellyfish300 @pxtched

[sara-roz]

@blue-genes @lobopaint @threekoifishinatrenchcoat @moonlitarktoi @rheas-chaos-motivation @lilliells @radicalcatgirlanarchy @sillybilly42069 @kh0ng @samithedaydreamer @arkady-d @sillystupidrose @alia-derouiche @caporal-poireau @opalesquegirl @greasecity @charlat-anne @littlemissheartfilia @lunarlapinou @happilyimpossibleruins @hypegirlwon @chthonianalacrity @spinningspinor @theamazingontos @milotehacegrand18 @shslphantomthief5 @young-anxiety @genderfluidpieceofshit-15 @godsfavefemboy @wonderingsarah @chemmycherry @plushbubbly @ystelletsy @calvertattishablog @fenrysashryver @karlachstresstoy @yeehawpiratetime @quietblur @junkdaw @braincellsoup @theusedtobee @illboilyourkneesyoustupedfuck @jfictitional @queenalyx @potatonuggetyt @kryptidii @nonbinaryactivist @alofflememe @scribbleboi @darlinngslug

I would be very grateful if you Reblog this post 🤍. ❤️

From Gaza Strip i extend my heartfelt congratulations to America and its people on the inauguration of President Donald Trump, hoping this moment marks the beginning of a new era of peace and prosperity for the world.

A few minutes to the beginning of a new era. I hope that peace will prevail throughout the world.

[mischievousmoony]

this is so cute thank u for the tag!!

so clearly my recent search for fall aesthetic pictures for my current theme has taken effect lol

npt: @milunalupin @astonishment @g1rld1ary @moonpascal @comicalivy @opalesquegirl @cass-black-barnes + anyone else

new tag game anyone?

Go on pintrest and search: me as a painting, animal, my hobby, & weather

:D

np tagsss @cheekyboybeth @allonsy-moony @the-stars-drowning @starcrossedmoony @aesthetic-writer18 @ashstillalive

[ttulipwritezz]

Thanks for the tag jo!

The personality thing was kinda obvious, ofc I'd be the sarcastic one 💀

No pressure tags: @jamespotterdaisy @ilovebokutokotaro @turvi @sp1rit-realm @opalesquegirl @ellecdc and ofc anyone who'd wanna participate<3

I found this cute picrew and fictional character personality quiz and thought it would be fun to see others’ too!

💜 tagging: @rowaelinsdaughter @tsunami-of-tears @lidiacerv0s @hellodarling1357 @danikamariewrites @v3lv3tf0x @pixiestookourstardust @throneofsapphics @mika-no-sekai-blog and anyone else who wants to do it!

[angelfic]

6 random songs from my on repeat playlist:

❥ wanted - the cranberries

❥ super trouper - abba

❥ who’d have known - lily allen

❥ this is the life - amy macdonald

❥ all-american bitch - olivia rodrigo

❥ safe from heartbreak (if you never fall in love) - wolf alice

apparently i only listen to girls lol tysm for the tag @opalesquegirl <3

tagging anyone who wants to do this 🫧💌❣️

6 random songs from my 'On Repeat' Playlist

1. aerials - system of a down

2. hypnosis - sleep token

3. climbing up the walls - viscera

4. the jester's dance - in flames

5. cirice - ghost

6. how i fall apart - currents

tagged by @iite-cool (well vi tagged my main but i use this blog more LMAO) // no pressure tags: @whats-belay @stargirlrchive @oddityinthesky @tomiesdiet @dmitriene <33 mwah i love u all !!!

[amiableness]

can you tell i love rom coms??

tags: @myriadmoons @imobsessedwitholiviarodrigo @lupinsweater @opalesquegirl

fav 9 movies in order, tagged by @undiscl0sed-desir3s (and someone else i’m sorry i’m adhd). this is in order of remembrance which is, an order, by all means

tagging: @ma1dita @mickisnotclever @wheelsup30 @dramaticals @aaronsguccitie @greg-montgomery @dudeitiskarev @moonlightspencie @lavenderspence

[writersdrug]

Reblog taglist 2:

@imnotcreativeenoughforthisblog @sergeant102105 @noodlezz-bedo @tf141gloryhole @milfs4lifee @yellow-devil18 @ashy-kit @fateisnotafactor @sad-rosie @sodavrr @eliant556 @ruby-rubes26 @bbnny @fixonbreakoff @goddessofnightandchaosnyx @lexi-zsy09 @liznoonz-99 @thigh-o-saur @ruexvn @skelletoncloset @xxkay15xx @ssc7514 @nexthyperfix @writingdump12 @abbsaura @soantiyou @nic-stars @opalesquegirl

Training for Two: pt. 5

Simon Riley x Dogsitter!Reader

<- Previous

Warnings: cursing, obsessive behaviour, pining, still pretty tame at the moment, a hint of angst?

A/N: Ugh I meant to post this sooner but work was kicking my butt - that and I'm a bit sleep deprived. I've got more in the works, though! Hope you all enjoy! PS Running out of gifs to use so I'm using fan art and OMG I am obsessed with it all!!!!!

art by @sleepyconfusedpotato

The drive back to Simon's house was quiet and dark. Price had turned on the radio, letting classic rock play quietly in the background. He tapped the steering wheel every so often, humming to whatever lyrics he could remember.

Simon sat in the passenger seat, staring at the cars ahead, occasionally glancing at the signs that whizzed by the truck. Each sign that brought him closer to home made him ache. He thought about his bed. He thought about Riley. And, of course, he thought about you. He knew you most likely wouldn't be there - it was after midnight. But he liked to imagine that you'd be waiting there, sitting on his couch with your book and mug of tea, Riley settled next to you, ready to greet him with your smile - the smile that he'd been thinking about in every stolen moment during the mission.

"Alright there, Simon?" Price cut through the silence, dragging Simon back to earth.

He cleared his throat. "Yes sir. Jus' ready to be back."

Price scoffed. He knew Simon didn't consider his house a home. If anything, it was a safe house between missions. "I'm sure Riley will be happy to see you."

"We'll see about that." Simon said with a chuckle. "This dog-sitter might've stolen her from me."

"Nah, she's yours. Been with 'er through it all." Price said as he turned into Simon's neighborhood. "I'm sure she enjoyed the company, though."

Simon grunted. "Seems like it." He said, remembering the picture you had sent him; the way Riley had cozied up to you, the way she seemed so docile and calm in your presence. He imagined you running your fingers through her fur, the perfect ratio of scratching to gentle pets. He wondered what it would feel like on his scalp...

A shiver ran down his spine. How does one become jealous of their own damn dog? It was ridiculous.

"Speaking of the dog-sitter..." Price said, "Johnny mentioned she's a real-"

"Whatever Johnny told you, you can disregard." Simon grumbled. "I told him not to worry 'bout it."

Price chuckled, which made Simon burn with frustration. "Touchy subject, eh?"

"There's nothing to discuss." He replied bitterly. Quite frankly, he didn't like the picture Soap had managed to paint of him. His entire team thought he was whipped by someone he had barely known. Despite it being entirely true, it was the complete opposite of the image he had built of himself - and he had a reputation to keep.

"Right." Price nodded. Simon could tell he didn't believe him, but as long as he didn't try to pester him anymore about it, Simon would take it as a win.

Price pulled into the driveway, and Simon immediately unbuckled. He reached into the back and grabbed his duffel bag, then yanked his door open and got out.

"Y' know this isn't over." Price said, right before Simon could close the door. "We most likely 'ave a week 'fore we get sent out again. Just don't get too comfortable 'ere."

"Never do." Simon replied, shouldering his bag. "I'll wait for your call."

Price nodded, sending Simon off with a wave. He watched as he closed the passenger door and walked up the path to his house, before pulling out of the driveway and heading towards his own home.

Simon sighed as he fished his keys from his pocket. He heard Riley barking on the other side of the door, and a small smile formed on his face. When he pushed it open, she immediately jumped on him, whining and sniffing him all over. He knew she could smell the others on him, and probably wondered why he didn't bring her this time.

"Hey, girl..." he said, yanking his balaclava off and kneeling down to ruffle her fur. "Sorry I's gone so long. Miss me?"

She stood her front paws on his knees and licked his face, still whining and swinging her tail rapidly.

"Yeah, missed you too." He chuckled. "D'ya have fun? Did she treat you right?"

Riley dropped down to the floor as Simon stood. She turned towards his duffel bag and began sniffing, eyes focused on the fabric as she took in all the new and familiar scents.

Simon sighed. "'Bout time for a proper cuppa." He said, making his way into the kitchen. Despite it nearing one in the morning, it would be a while before he was decompressed enough to fall asleep.

He reached into the cupboard for a mug, ignoring the way his back popped. When he placed the mug down and reached for a teabag, he saw a note on the counter. With a furrowed brow, he picked it up and read it.

Hello Simon!

Hope your deployment was fun good! Riley and I had a blast! She learned how to play dead - if you want to try it, just make sure to give her a biscuit for it (she's only had one today, and she was a bit bitter that I left before giving her a second one). Also, she's had her medicine for the day. I gave her last dose around 9 pm.

Can't wait to spend more time with her, but I'm sure she's happy to see her dad! Let me know when you need me next!

Have a nice evening!

P.S. I had to use your washing machine, I hope that was alright. I got a bit muddy trying to teach her the new trick.

He stared at the note for a good amount of time. His eyes wandered over your meticulously neat handwriting. He noticed how often you liked to use exclamation points - the same way you did in your texts and emails. It made him annoyed - but not with you. He was annoyed that he found it... adorable. He shouldn't. You were too bright and happy; your personality should burn him, not warm him up.

He tried to brush it off, blaming his obervant behaviour on the recent mission. Old habits die hard, he lied to himself.

"Riley, c'mere."

Upon hearing her name, Riley meandered into the kitchen and stopped in front of Simon. She sat on her hind legs and looked at him expectantly.

He looked back at her - he felt a bit silly, commanding a retired veteran dog to do simple party tricks. But, it sounded like you put a lot of effort into teaching her this - not to mention, you had somehow dirtied your clothes over it - so he decided to entertain the idea.

"Play dead." He said firmly.

Riley immediately flopped down onto her back, sticking her paws into the air. She even let her tongue hang out of her mouth to really sell the image.

He felt an immediate rush of pride. "Atta girl..." he praised, kneeling down and patting her affectionately. Despite all the annoyance he felt a moment ago, Simon couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto his face.

She twisted and sat up, snuffling and groaning as he rubbed her fur. She barked once, sharp and demanding.

"Yeah, yeah- suppose you deserve a biscuit, huh?" He stood up and grabbed the box of peanut butter and bacon treats, fishing one out and tossing it to Riley. She caught it perfectly, crunching it with an open mouth and licking her lips afterwards.

He watched her with a smile, his arms folded over his chest. Sure, tricks were dumb, something only glorified house pets did for small rewards. But he was impressed that Riley had so effortlessly followed a new command, especially after being out of work for so long. And he was warmed by the fact that, not only did you watch her, but you engaged with her. He was confident he'd found the perfect pet-sitter.

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After starting a load of laundry, Simon had taken a cold shower. He scrubbed his eyeblack off with nothing but his hands and the generic body wash from the corner store. He slathered some of his 3-in-one hair gel into his scalp, giving it no more than seven scrubs before rinsing it out. He stood there for a while, letting the water beat against his sore back as the details of the previous mission swarmed throughout his head. He picked apart what he could have done better, what had nearly gotten him killed, and what had probably saved his life.

His eyes flickered to the corner of the tub; there was a cluster of travel-sized bottles, labeled "face wash", "body butter", and so forth. He let himself imagine - who was he kidding, he had no control over his thoughts when it came to you - your body, standing under the stream of the shower. You probably liked hot showers, didn't you? You most likely stayed in there for an hour, going through your meticulous routine, lathering yourself in scented soaps and creams... you'd be appalled if you had seen the three-minute showers he takes, wouldn't you? Maybe you would pull him into your routine, once Simon did eventually get the balls to ask you out, despite how much the thought of being romantic with someone made him scoff. He'd let you wash his face, or shave his balls, or do whatever it is you would do to him.

He suddenly snapped out of his trance, realizing he was holding one of the bottles labeled "conditioner". His thumb was on the edge of the cap, ready to flip it open and take a whiff of the scent - but he quickly stopped himself. He put the bottle back with the rest, then splashed cold water over his face. Quit being a fuckin' creep... he thought.

After turning the shower off and drying himself with a towel, he went into his room and grabbed a pair of sweatpants. He made his way back into the basement, patting Riley on the back as he passed her by the door. He pulled his laundry out and placed it on top of the washing machine, and opened the dryer. Just as he was getting ready to toss his clothes in, he noticed something hiding in the back of the barrel of the machine.

He reached in and pulled it out - it was your flannel. The same green-and-grey one you'd been wearing during your interview.

He paused for a moment, posture rigid as he held the fabric in the air. He wasn't quite sure what to do with it. It was just a flannel... but it was your flannel. He fought with his muscles, resisting the urge to bring it closer and inhale the scent - he tried to reason with himself. Maybe she used my soap, and it would just smell like my detergent. Nothin' special.

He dropped it on top of the dryer, still wrinkly and warm - but, strangely, that felt too rude. It's a fucking piece of clothing, for Christ's sake... he thought. Not her dead nan. He then attempted to hang it on the rack, but that felt too formal. He groaned, rubbing his eyes with irritation. How something so insignificant was causing him so much turmoil was beyond him.

He ended up bringing it back upstairs. Riley sniffed the fabric as he passed her - she thumped her tail eagerly on the floor as she smelled your scent. Once again, Simon was jealous of the dog being able to act so carefree with you - he knew for sure that if he tried sniffing your flannel, he would be a certified creep. Or, worse yet, he might not care, and wouldn't be able to stop himself.

He tossed it over the back of the couch, planning on forgetting you had ever even worn it. He dropped himself onto the cuhions with a groan. Riley immediately took her place in her bed, just a few feet away from him. He grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned on the telly, flicking through the channels until he found some action/drama that caught his interest. He watched it boredly, drowning himself and his thoughts in the drone of the movie.

Suddenly, Riley barked. Simon looked at her - his gaze was met with hers, mouth opening and tail thwapping against the wall.

"Hmm?"

She let out an impatient, garbled sound. She lowered her head to the edge of her bed, still looking at Simon.

He shrugged internally and looked back at the screen. He settled further into the cushions and let his eyes fall shut. He thought about maybe drifting off then and there - the din of the telly might help keep the nightmares at bay...

Riley barked again, making Simon jolt. He snapped his head towards her - she was standing at the foot of the couch, ears back and panting.

"Wha' d'you want?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

She barked again, shifting her weight from one paw to the other.

"Ya need to go out?" He asked. He stood from his seat, only for Riley to scamper back to her bed and plop down on it. She looked at him expectantly.

Simon huffed. "'M not following." He dropped down to the sofa again. Riley groaned, making a scene of dragging herself out of the bed again and walking over to Simon.

"Now, don't you go 'n start aga-"

She cut him off with a shrill yap.

He pressed his lips into a thin line. He knew it couldn't be time for her medication - you had just given her some at nine. But he was entirely stumped on what she was trying to communicate to him. Was she hungry? She wasn't usually, after she'd had dinner... did she want to play? But... she was acting like she wanted to go to bed.

"What are you on 'bout?" He asked, leaning down to ruffle her fur. She dodged his hand and backed up a bit, yowling out a frustrated sound.

He scoffed. "Fuckin' hell..." he mumbled, pulling his phone from his pocket. Only one way to fix this, he thought, as he tapped through his contacts, until he landed on yours.

He stared at the picture for a moment, familiarizing himself with the details he had spent so long ogling at: your smile, your damp hair, the curve of your cheekbones, the way you marked your spot in your book with your fingers-

Riley barked again, making Simon scowl.

"A'right- just hush." He ordered, sending her a stern glance as she shuffled back to her bed. He started the call - he felt unusually nervous, his gut twisting as he listened to each ring on the line. Maybe he really was whipped, he thought.

Eventually, the call picked up. His shoulders tensed as he heard shuffling on the other end of the line.

"... m... hello?"

Fuck. You sounded tired- no, you sounded like you were still asleep. He quickly pulled the phone away and checked the time; it was nearly two in the morning. Of course you'd been asleep.

"Uh... hey." He said, mentally cursing himself. "Shit, I, uh... didn't even consider you might be asleep."

"No..." You mumbled - were you even awake at all? "No, iz fine... yeah..."

Simon waited a moment, expecting you to say something else - but you didn't. Eventually, he heard the soft sounds of your breathing again.

"Hello?" He asked cautiously.

"Up... 'm up... what's up?"

Simon shifted in his seat, slightly ashamed that he hadn't put two and two together and ended up calling you so late. "Right- jus' a quick-"

Riley barked again, staring at Simon impatiently.

Simon covered the speaker to his phone and sent her a harsh glare. "Oi! 'M workin' on it, hush!"

Your sleepy giggle wafted through the phone and into Simon's ear. "Sweet baby..."

Simon's breath caught in his throat, and he coughed nervously. She means the dog, the fucking dog, you idiot.

"Uh, sorry- jus' got a question for ya."

"Hmm?"

"Well- she's acting a bit funny," he stared at Riley and held a cautioning hand up as she shifted her weight and whined, "she's runnin' around and yellin' at me. Keeps gettin' in 'er bed, then comin' back like- like she wants somethin'. I have no bloody idea. Just wonderin' if she was doin' this with you."

"Oh, yeah..." Simon could hear your smile through the phone, and he desperately tried to push the image of your tired face from his mind. "She wants her blanket."

Simon paused. "She- she's got her blanket."

"No- she wants you to tuck her in."

"She wha' now?"

You laughed again. "You need to tuck her in her bed. She's right under the air vent and she gets cold."

He looked back at Riley. She was now sitting down, mouth closed, as if agreeing with what you said. He scoffed, rising from the couch and shuffling towards her. She slowly thumped her tail as he approached.

"Never 'eard of a dog gettin' tucked in..." he grumbled. He grabbed the felt blanket behind her, swaddling it around her body. She groaned, slowly blinking at him in an appreciative manner.

"Ya spoiled, you hear me?" He said quietly, tucking the blanket in between her and the cushion of the bed. She sighed happily, completely unaware that he was insulting her. She licked his cheek when he bent down close enough, and he grumbled and wiped the spittle away.

You giggled in his ear - Christ, you've got to stop doing that, do you have any idea what it does to him? - as he sat back down on the sofa. "All better?" You asked.

"Seems t' be-" he replied, watching Riley as she settled into her cocoon, "ya turnin' her into a princess."

"Well, she is one." You quickly replied - Simon could hear you stretching your limbs, followed by a long exhale.

He wanted to talk to you all night. Hearing you prattle on was like a balm to his jagged mind. But he knew he couldn't. You were half asleep, after all.

"Well, tha's all I needed- oh, and you, uh..." he grabbed your flannel off the back of the sofa. "Y' left your flannel here."

"I did?"

"Yeah. The green one."

"Oh, bullocks, I knew I-"

"Who are you talking to at this hour?"

Simon felt his heart stop when he heard the other voice. It had hit him like a train, flooding his veins with adrenaline. His brain went into overdrive, thinking of the worst possible scenario. Break in? Crazy stalker? Murderous ex? "Y' aright, love?"

"Simon." You said, and he couldn't tell if you were talking to him or someone else. Were you trying to warn him? To ask for help?

"Talk to me."

"Who the bloody hell is Simon?"

"My client, ya git."

"Oh- sorry love-" Simon heard more shuffling, then a kiss, followed by a grunt from you. He let himself linger in the confusion of what was going on - but, in the back of his mind, he understood it completely.

"Got me right in my bloody eye-"

"Oh, hush."

"Left your flannel at his house."

"My green one?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you were using the grey one!"

"Well, I was, Tyler, and then I wanted the green one!"

"That's it - I'm stealin' all ya knickers tomorrow."

You laughed again - this time. The sound nearly shattered Simon. He felt like it was wrong to hear you laugh so sweetly.

"Well, uh-" he was speaking before he even realized it. "You can pick it up- or I'll drop it off- or, uh, I can drop it- I mean, I'll-"

"You can shove it in the closet until next time, if that's alright?" You said, yawning shortly after.

Simon paused. He needed to get it together. "Yea, that'll work. I'll let you go then - sorry to call so late."

"It's fine, really. But let me know when you'll need me again, ok?"

"'Course I will. I'll send you an email, as usual."

You scoffed. "I know you said we should only text for emergencies, but you can text me if it's something small, Simon."

"Right, will do. I'll text you."

"Is everything ok?"

"It's fine. You should sleep. I'll talk later."

"Ok. Goodnight, Simon."

"G'bye."

He ended the call, staring at the screen for a moment, until your contact photo faded away. He leaned his head back and sighed. His thoughts suddenly came rushing back - except this time, they were about you. How he should have expected you to have a partner. How could you not? You were so bright and bubbly, of course you'd be snatched up. He felt stupid for thinking you'd be single. Maybe this whole idea of you falling for him was stupid. Maybe this was better - he was saved from rejection, even if this situation stung painfully within his chest.

Whatever. Hopefully, your personality would finally drive him over the edge of annoyance and anger, and you'd be more of a nuisance to him. That'd be the easiest way you could let him down.

He looked at the flannel in his lap. It's not even hers. He thought. He crumpled the fabric into his hand and flung it behind him.

Riley's head snapped up at the movement, and she floundered out of her bed, chasing after the flannel.

"Riley, no- don't-" he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he heard her scuffling across the floor. He kept his eyes closed as he heard her come trotting back, before she stopped at the edge of the couch.

She whined and tilted her head. Simon opened his eyes and looked at her.

"That's not even hers, ya ninny." He said. He looked away and turned up the telly, hoping that everything in his head would just disappear into the back of his mind.

Riley stepped around Simon's feet as she carried the flannel in her mouth. She then hopped onto the couch and settled next to Simon, depositing the (now damp) clothing onto his lap. He grunted as she laid her head down on his leg, whining and flattening her ears. She looked up at him with curious eyes, slowly thumping her tail on the cushion.

He exhaled through his nose. He stared at the flannel, then back at Riley. "Ya really like her, eh?"

She licked her lips and blinked, sighing through her nose.

He chuckled, patting her side and looking at the ceiling. "I know. I do too." He closed his eyes.

"We'll be alright, girl."

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[angelfic]

thank you for the tag!! I’m feeling like such a fake writer bc why I do I barely any have any actual wips anyway I need to read all of those luke fics btw. Also!! I don’t title my fics until they’re written and even then it takes me longer to find a title than it does to write the fic

untitled regulus x evans!OC fic for ao3 with (obviously) muggleborn reader. E2L

untitled sirius x OC fic for ao3 sort of enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers again and very slow burn lol

untitled sirius black x reader fake dating trope

untitled luke castellan x probably daughter of poseidon!reader fic for here (can u tell I’ve not thought abt this one that much)

untitled benedict bridgerton x reader (enemies to lovers🤭)

possibly a book accurate percy jackson x reader college fic and that’s heavy on the possibly bc there’s like 2 lines written for it

we’re gonna also ignore the amount of e2l here.. tagging @nghtwngs @opalesquegirl @darkacademicvibes @tangledinlove @girasollake and anyone else who wants to do it 💌

wip ask game

thank you for the tag @sometimesanalice!!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

if you feel it - tyler owens x reader (shocker, i've been bewitched by another glen powell character)

texas hold 'em - jake seresin x reader

live and on the air - bob floyd x reader, jake seresin x reader

the facts were these - bob floyd x reader

like real people do - jake seresin x reader

best friend's brother bob - bob floyd x reader

early mornings - bob floyd x reader

twenty-five minutes to go - jake seresin x reader

over and over and over again - jake seresin x reader

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