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TAYLOR SWIFT | "The Black Dog" x "exile" The Eras Tour, Warsaw Night 3

Simon's the guy who is nonchalant and a no-nonsense attitude, he's the man who doesn't care and absolute zero fucks and that's until missus comes along.

Now Simon's running around the house, bickering how you shouldn't skip breakfast and he's absolutely frowning when you side your greenies before he's holding your jaw and spooning them in, “Now be a good girl for me, won't ya' cupcake.” is all he says, tapping twice under your chin.

He's fussing over you, tucking you in scarves and caps and buttoning your coat because it's cold outside, “Can't see my pretty girl sick.” is all he says, bumping your nose.

John practically snorted when Simon pulled out your sneakers from your purse that he has been carrying, because he knew you're gonna whine about your pointy heels later, “Dance all you like babygirl” is all he says, bending down and removing those evil heels, then massaging your red ankle before he's sliding in your sneakers.

Oh, and yes he's gonna burn the whole fucking world if it meant to keep you warm, because he fucking cares only about missus.

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Imagine playing your final Olympics and being pushed to a 50kg category because someone was already selected for the 53 kg category from your country, BUT still making it to the finals, BUT then dehydrating yourself and chopping off all your hair just to avoid being disqualified because you are 0.1 kg overweight.

AND STILL. BEING. DISQUALIFIED.