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sorry i overreacted i had no idea everything would be fine

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sunsets after 7pm now !!!!!!!!!!! we made it guys !!!!!!!!!!!!

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i don’t grow out of my interests they simply become absorbed into me as i get older like tree rings

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“i can’t do this anymore” says a girl who is not only going to do it but do it well

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whats for me will come to me

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"you need to let it go" that would be really cool, unfortunately I'll take it with me to the grave

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girl I hope ur okay. I hope ur frolicking under the spring sun despite it all

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Thank god they brought back An Amount Of Daylight That Makes You Want To Live. It was getting a bit scary for a minute there.

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that gender war shit is stupid.. men need women and women need men. let's grow tf up.

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Simon Riley x reader

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It’s not an uncommon occurrence, waking up to an empty bed. But it is noticeable when you had fallen asleep in Simon’s arms, only to reach for him a few hours later and find nothing.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes as you force your sluggish limbs to move, bare feet padding along the floor. If you were someone else, or if Simon wasn’t who he is, it may have been a shock to find him at the dining table cleaning his rifle in the middle of the night. But you are you, and you know your man and his nervous habits.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” You whisper, as if not to frighten him. But you know he heard you, probably the moment you got out of bed.

He wipes a hand free of greasy polish before wordlessly stretching it out to you. You take your place at his side, bleary eyes still squinting. He looks up at you with a tired smile that you return effortlessly. You try again, brushing his hair back with both hands.

“What’s wrong, Si?”

“Y’re bloody beautiful, know that?”

“Mmm, been told before, yes.” You give him another moment.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” His hand slips under the hem of your his sleep shirt, squeezes the soft flesh on your hip as he pulls you closer. He presses his forehead to your chest. “‘M sorry, love.”

“It’s okay. It’s hard not to notice a 7 foot giant leavin’ your bed.” You giggle when he mumbles that he’s not that fucking big against your tummy.

You continue to card your fingers through his hair, your eyes slipping shut as you simply breathe with him for a few minutes.

It’s not long before he breaks the silence, though.

“Y’know I’d do anythin for you, don’t you? If… somethin happened to you, I wouldn’t rest til I brought you home again. You know that, right?”

You pull him back now, hands cupping his cheeks, to look him in the eyes. “Of course I do. And I’d do the same for you. But nothing is gonna happen, baby. We’re done with that life, yeah?”

“Yeah, I know. Sorry.”

“No, no, don’t apologize. I know, baby,” you coo, smoothing your thumbs over the deep wrinkles beside his eyes, your gaze lingering on the newly grey hairs by his ears. “You’re beautiful too, you know that?”

“Heh, y’just tryin’a get me in your bed, now. Takes more than that to bag a man like me, ’ll ‘ave you know.” He says with mock indignation, jutting his chin up for good measure.

You smile, pecking his lips, “Even if I say, ‘you’re really, really beautiful? Please, please come back to bed?’ Even then?”

He smiles into another kiss, not pulling away when he responds against your lips, “Might need a couple more ‘pleases’, love.”

It takes a few more minutes, exactly five more ‘pleases’, and five times as many kisses before you successfully get your man back to bed. Your fingers in his hair, his head on your chest, mutual ’I love you’s whispered into the dark.

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I can’t let motherfuckers know I got desires or they’ll think I suck

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