#{{period}}

[sm-baby]

Do yall ever just

[batsandbirdsandothers]

[c0mmanderp1nk]

You are in bed, the moon high. Simon is home and beside you, pressed against your back.

You tried to sleep. You really did. But you were just so… uncomfortable. Every time you shifted, your sore breasts would too. And make it impossible to sleep. You don’t want to wake up Ghost, so you try to suck it up.

“Want to tell me why we are both up at three in the mornin’ without sleepin’ a wink, baby?” Simon asks, his voice gruff and thick from disuse in your ear.

You tense, not knowing he was awake—the movement makes your breasts hurt again. “Si,” you murmur, “I didn’t know you were awake.”

“Well, lovie, every time you move—which is often—you let out a small huff of breath.” He says. “Should I be worried? I’m pretty sure I know my wif-“

“I’m fine.” You interrupt, hormones causing you to get angry. Regret washes over you and you shift to face him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“Just tell me what’s wrong.” He says softly in understanding. “I can help you with whatever it is. Please just tell me.”

You knew he was desperate. Simon? Saying please?

“I’m just… sore.” You admit. “I’m going to start my period soon. My hormones are going wild—which is no excuse—and my breasts hurt. It’s impossible to sleep.”

He nods, expresses softening further. “It’s alrigh’. Let’s just find you a more comfortable position.”

“I’ve already tried!” The sob tears from your throat. You regret it but can’t stop. “I’m so tired, Si! I just want to get rest…”

He doesn’t even flinch, reaching up with his big, calloused hand to stroke your cheek.

A few minutes pass like that in silence. Before you know it, you’ve fallen asleep. Simon grins softly and pulls you closer.

“Sleep.”

[vanglaggle]

me: wow im super sensitive and emotional right now. what the hell is going on

the notorious menstrual cycle:

[depsidase]

[bi-accident]

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[divinedoll2005]

a random girl asked for a pad and I actually had one this is peak girlhood