🐝 + writing

this masterlist will be kept evergreen.

TV + MOVIES

141 as trailer park boys quotes 141 as trailer park boys pt. 2 141 as dennis reynolds 141 as mac mcdonald 141 as charlie kelly 141 as 90s talk show guests 141 as talk show guests 141 as whose line is it anyway prompts 141 as king of the hill 141 as portlandia 141 as buster bluth 141 as the roy children 141 as sex and the city characters 141 as i think you should leave 141 as nathan for you 141 as the simple life 141 as rhoslc's lisa barlow 141 as rhoc vicki gunvalson 141 as america's next top model 141 as the og vanderpump rules cast 141 as jersey shore 141 as hannibal 141 as desperate housewives 141 as mr. g 141 as the 4/5 of the twilight movies 141 as veep 141 as curb your enthusiasm 141 as 1979-1984 movie survivors 141 as kids in the hall 141 as three men and a baby (gaz is baby)

IDEK

141 as novelty t-shirts 141 as dads at the park 141 as sexual "top" positions 141 as dnd 5e classes 141 as terrible come-ons 141 as dril tweets 141 as texts you send your friends about him 141 as newspaper clippings 141 as knock-off halloween costumes 141 as florida man 141 as charles barkley quotes 141 as most popular porn search by state 141 as more porn searches by state 141 as youtube video titles 141 as police sketches 141 as porn video comments 141 cast as beefy boys (for me) 141 as patients at the dentist 141 as car messages 141 as tubi titles 141 as zillow listings 141 as novelty hats 141 as manicures 141 as chuck tingle books 141 as car mods 141 as patches 141 as bad first dates

THE LADS

gaz

ghost

price

soap

i am doing a little better! awaiting a call from the doctor tomorrow for more test results. my pain has decreased at least, which is good.

my last day of work at one of my jobs is this week, and my second job is too physically demanding for me to work until i am back to full health, so i'll be out of work for the foreseeable future which is a little frustrating.

i always hate doing this, but i thought i'd just plug my patreon if any of you are interested/able to perhaps toss a coin or two my way. it's been three weeks of nonstop doctors appointments, imaging, procedures and tests and if i think too hard about what the medical bill might be, i start to cry lol. i haven't been able to write in a long while but i do have some original works up on patreon, as well as a few chapters of an in progress simon riley x reader fic on there as well.

credit: @beebymoonlight

gaz

ghost

price

soap

gaz

ghost

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soap

Simon rescues you from your husband.

Butcher! Simon ‘ghost’ Riley x fem! Reader

tags | angst, abusive relationships, reader is married to another man, blood, killing of animals, graphic depictions of domestic violence, graphic depictions of violence, religious guilt, infidelity, please read at your own risk

ch. 7 | masterlist | ao3

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There’s blood everywhere. 

ever since asking simon for help on your car, it's like a floodgate has opened up. first you're asking him for help on your car, and the next thing you know, he's in your house every few days with a new repair you've roped him into. he doesn't talk much. actually, you haven't been able to get another word out of him since he was on his back, under your car.

you've tried, you really have, but the bastard won't give in. you think he's just closed off—in reality, simon's heart is beating a mile a minute, and his mind is repeating over and over again not to make himself a fool in front of his pretty neighbor.

so you figured that asked him to help around your house would do the trick, luring him into your space in order to open him up. it's not like you'd get around to these tasks yourself. they just weren't your area of expertise.

and for a decently new house, you sure had a lot to be repaired.

first, it was those squeaky hinges on some of your doors. now, in the beginning, you were still hesitant to wander over to his front door to get his help, but after his eagerness the first time, it gave you the confidence to return. simon was in your house faster than you were, already taking a guess as to which door it was—since he knew his way around from bringing in groceries and such. armed with a lubricant and a few other tools, he got to work. within a few minutes, they were good as new. you couldn't thank the man before he was out the door.

it was off-putting, but you were still determined. it was unlucky that the first thing you asked him to do took only a few minutes of his time, and even less for cleanup.

with every day that passed, you were grasping at straws. how could you get this man over here? your house was in perfect condition, and you barely saw the recluse of a man, as he remained in his house most of the time. save for the times he takes in your groceries or takes your bins out, you don't see him.

until you notice something odd.

coming home from work—this time, your car light remains off—you get out of your car and notice a bit of chopped grass that's been left behind. with furrowed brows, you took a moment to look at your lawn.

what are the chances that, after living here for a few months, the grass doesn't decide to grow?

yeah, none. the bastard has been doing it for you, and you never noticed. he never mentioned or made a big deal out of it, and somehow, it got missed on your motion activated doorbell cameras that has a perfect view of the lawn. even the hedges are trimmed.

so what do you do? take the opportunity to stop over to his doorstep, rapping your fist on his door until he opens. eyebrows raised, ready to take on the next task at your house, he steps out and shuts the door behind him. with a nod, he gestures you to lead the way.

except you don't have a repair for him. "have you been mowing my lawn?" the words spill from your lips before you have a chance to reign yourself in. the absurdity of the situation is making you loose-lipped.

his eyes widen, and you swear you see a faint blush on the pale skin behind his balaclava. he just nods, gaze softening as he stares down at you.

"thank you." you sputter out, in shock at his brazen admission. he just nods again, and you're at a loss for words. how do you keep his attention, keep his eyes on you? "well, I'm gonna need your help planting flowers."

planting flowers? that's all you could come up with? your face flushes with embarrassment, bracing yourself for his reaction. the man could easily say no because mowing the lawn and changing your lightbulb and fixing your squeaky door hinges is considered masculine. you could've insulted his masculinity by suggesting he plants flowers.

but he just stares at you some more. "let m'know when," and he shuts the door in your face.

but you turn around with the goofiest smile on your face and pump your fist with a soft "yes" before skipping back down the path and road towards your house just next door. little do you know, simon's face wears a smile just like yours as he watches the dorky display.