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thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.
when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.
when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.
when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.
“sorry, love”
he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.
when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.
when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.
when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.
“in here, my love”
as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.
that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.
even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.
minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.
(and you are)
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Tw: references to Simon’s past
Simon’s not sure how you convinced him to tag along to come see your best friend’s new baby. But somehow he finds himself seated next to you on the couch as you play with the newborn and offer your friend the opportunity to catch up on some much needed rest.
The next thing Simon knows you’re pressing the little bundle into his arms, insisting he simply must have a turn holding the baby boy.
“Make sure to support his head there, and watch his little hands so he doesn’t scratch himself, oh and make sure—”
“I know how to hold a baby, love.”
“Oh because you’ve spent so much time around babies, yeah?” You teased, a smile on your lips as you playfully rolled your eyes.
“Yeah…I have.” Simon’s voice was suddenly quiet. You caught him looking down at the child, a sadness in his eyes. True to his word, he seemed at ease holding the babe in the crook of his arm. This clearly wasn’t the first time he’d done this.
A quiet “oh” was all you could manage in response.
Simon couldn’t take his eyes off the little one. He looked impossibly tiny curled up against Simon’s large bicep. The baby let out a fierce yawn, eyes falling closed and snuggling into the crook of Simon’s elbow as Simon gently bounced him in his arms. In that moment, he looked so much like Joseph it nearly took Simon’s breath away.
Simon felt a hand on his upper arm, turning away from the baby to find you looking up at him, face full of unspoken concern.
You recognized the haunted look in Simon’s face that took over every so often. Leaning forward, you pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. “Love you, Si. Come back to me.”
Simon took a deep breath, grounding himself in the present, mentally shaking off the ghosts of his past.
“I’m here, love.”
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The Grieving Husband And Lost Widow —Part One (John Wick X Fem Reader)
Summary: John was a loving husband to his wife, Helen…that was, until she succumbed to a mysterious illness that has plagued their relationship for years before her being hospitalized for the final time. After saying his last goodbyes, John was about to leave the hospital until he ran into (Y/N) – who happened to also be grieving the loss of her spouse.
The last few months proved to be a challenge for (Y/N) with her husband being sick with a mysterious illness that the doctors haven't been able to find a cure to or even properly diagnose. So, on the last day of your husband's life, (Y/N) went to visit him in the hospital for one last time, just to hear his voice and hold his hand before he took that dreaded last breath.
"I love you, (Y/N)..." Your husband's breathing was incredibly shallow as it became more and more difficult for him to breathe normally as his soul steadily slipped away from (Y/N)'s reach.
"I love you, too..." (Y/N) stifled back the tears that were threatening to fall free from her eyes, not wanting to cry in front of your dying husband.
Then, just like that, (Y/N)'s husband took his final breath. His eyes closed, and his head turned ever so slowly onto the pillow that was underneath it as his hand slipped away from your own, signaling that he was now completely gone.
Overwhelmed by the grief of losing your husband, (Y/N) wiped your eyes and stormed out of the confined hospital room that your husband just passed away in. Now officially a widow, you could feel your heart instantly split into two; it was a pain that you couldn't describe, like your heart has been ripped out of your chest.
Now alone, without your lover, (Y/N) was blindly rushing through the hallway of the hospital with your head hanging down, allowing the long locks of your hair to fall in front of your face. However, (Y/N) would suddenly be stopped once she bumped straight into the muscular chest of a man who happened to be standing there, appearing to be lost in the trance of his own grief. Their impact would shortly be followed by a small clank that could be heard on the ground, only for (Y/N) to glance down and realize that what just fell was a necklace that the man must've been holding.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" (Y/N) exclaimed as you promptly bent down to pick up the piece of golden jewelry that the man was previously holding onto. Then after stretching your hand out to the man to return the necklace, (Y/N) would end up shifting her gaze up until it met his own.
"It's alright," the man responded. His voice was so deep yet also slightly gravely, which was something that made (Y/N)'s heart skip a beat in a way that it hasn't ever since you met your husband. Of course, you don't let those thoughts get to you in that very moment, knowing that you were already vulnerable to the emotions that were circulating through your mind. Then (Y/N) would notice the faint streaks of tears that were also visible on the man's cheeks, right underneath his eyes.
Caught off-guard by the sight, (Y/N) couldn't help but become concerned for the man whom she'd just bumped into. "Are you...okay?" You ask with hesitance, but there was also a trace of concern laced through your voice.
"Eh..." The man grumbled at first before protectively curling the necklace in his fist, "I will be." He eventually added with a shrug of his shoulders - it was as if he was trying to act nonchalant. His voice even started to sound more gloomy than it did before (if that was possible).
"I was...going to have a couple of drinks down at the bar." (Y/N) spoke up softly, swaying yourself slightly as the awkward tension increased between the two grieving souls. "If you want, I could buy you a drink."
At first, the man appeared hesitant at the idea. His head tilted from either side while his eyes were locked down onto the necklace that he held securely in his fist. Then, after what felt like an eternity that was really only a few seconds, he made a light nod of his head in agreement to (Y/N)'s offer.
"Yeah...yeah, I'd like that." He answered, his deep voice softening only slightly as his eyes locked directly onto yours. It was only then when (Y/N) noticed the dark brown shade of the tall and fairly muscular man, and they made your heart flutter in a way that it did from your husband.
Turning to leave the hospital, (Y/N) quickens your stride to stay beside the man. For some reason, (Y/N) began to feel a subtle smile forming across your face, but decided against making any mentions of it. Instead, you speak up the very question that has been on your mind since you first laid eyes on the man.
"So...what's your name?" You ask as the man walked out of the hospital with (Y/N), the front doors opening for them as they went outside and began strolling down the sidewalk to the nearby bar.
"It's..." The man began, but then cleared his throat as the words got caught in him. After a beat, however, he took in a sharp breath while staying focused on the path that was ahead of them.
"John. John Wick."
(this is part one! depending on how this fanfic performs, there will be a few more parts to come for this fanfic! ♡ )
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sometimes I wanna reply “bitch me too” to my mutuals posts but I’ve never talked 2 them so they might not see it as friendly joking so i just dont
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So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????
I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.
Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?
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Reblog if you didn’t write My Immortal
We’re going to find the author by process of elimination.
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are you in a good headspace to receive my triple barrage hell nightmare skeleton attack right now.
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Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it
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🥘 stillstainless following
full dishwasher kind of annoying actually. release me
🔲 tupperware follow
can we all agree that handwash onlys are attention seeking? you're using the same dish soap as the rest of us but you need a sponge bath because you're too good for a shower
🍳 cast-iron following
op some people will die if they're washed with soap at all. unlike certain plastic divas dishes that claim to be "top row only" like that makes a fucking difference.
🔲 tupperware follow
can you actually fuck off
🥣 countercandy mutuals
☕ mug-shots follow
i love being on the top row like you are NOTTT using me for coffee LMAOO
🐾 dogbowl follow
dusty ass
🍴silverwarewolf following
all tucked in. in my drawer. with my polycule <3
#and these takeout chopsticks too i guess #ok
🥡 lunchb0x follow
Excited for summer break 😃 Can't wait to see what kinds of mold i'll collect this year
#ForgottenAgain #BackpackGang #LockerGang
🔁cast-iron following
anonymous asked: Why are you whining about how other dishes like to be washed when you're literally covered in spaghetti stains
tupperware answered: what if i killed myself
🥤 papercup mutuals
WASP IN ME
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my gnome oc ellimist darkberry he was kicked out of the enchanted mushroom grove for being too fucking badass and his dad is a demon and his big secret is that revenge is his favorite ministry song
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nice outfit LOSER lol *puts phone up to ear* 65,000,000 BCE called .They said aomething really bad happened to the dinosaurs
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There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.
The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.
Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.
I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)
Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.
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happy tdov my loves. don't let anyone else define your transness for you.
help trans women evacuate gaza
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