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nicksolemnlyswears · 9 months ago

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JUST TEASIN’

summary: you call joel an old man…amongst other names

pairing: joel miller x reader

word count: 4.4k [i need to learn how to keep things concise]

warnings: 18+, cursing, spanking, p in v, fingering, oral (male receiving), age gap? totally legal though, joel's in his early 40s and reader is in her early 30s, joel is an ass guy which is strange cause i always make my men boob guys, idk i guess this is pretty tame

a/n: as a joke i tend to call pedro and joel peepaw cause he’s older and a total dilf but i love these men so fucking much. i'll be the first to get on my knees

thought i’d make a sweet oneshot about how they’d react to you calling them old. it’s a mix of fluff and smut. a little something for everyone!

also don’t judge me, this is my first time writing for joel 🥺

there’s a little nudge to another favorite fictional men of mine

i want to thank @yxtkiwiyxt for providing me with all the pedro pascal pictures and gifs and movie trailers and for ranting with me all day every day about how amazing this human is… if anyone is to blame about this oneshot it’s her ❤️

It’s one of those lazy Sunday mornings where everyone sleeps in, leaving the Miller household at complete ease. There are no responsibilities to tend to and nowhere to go.

You’re the only one awake, singing quietly under your breath and flipping pancakes until they’re nice and golden. Joel will come seeking you out soon, missing the warmth of your body and Sarah will follow when Joel cracks her door open to let the sweet smell of batter waft into her room.

No matter how hard you try you’re always the first one up. Sometimes you stay in bed with your husband, tracing figures on his bare skin until he pulls you into him and kisses your head good morning, raspy voice begging you for five more minutes.

But most of the time you decide on getting up and having an early start to your day, which includes making breakfast and sorting through your work emails.

The puppy Sarah adopted a couple weeks ago, sits on your feet, licking your legs as if begging for the fluffy sweetness of the pancakes. He had a taste of it when batter dripped on the floor, he licked it up before you had the chance of cleaning it.

Lost in your little world, singing to the tune of Lana del Rey you fail to notice your husband coming down the stairs. Joel leans against the kitchen island admiring you in your distracted state. The loose brown curls in a disarray at the top of his head.

His eyes scan you from head to toe, noting your messy hair pulled up to a half ponytail half bun thing he can’t begin to explain. Down they go to the cropped tshirt with his company’s logo on the back. The frayed edges are the byproduct of your use of kitchen scissors to crop it yourself.

Joel bites his lip as he ogles at your ass and thick thighs framed by the tiniest cotton shorts he’s ever seen. They fail to cover the bottom of your butt cheeks, exposing a sliver of the indigo panties and the crease where thighs meet butt.

Unable to stay away, Joel wraps his warm arms around your waist as he presses a kiss to your temple. He squeezes you to him, bodies pressed flushed to reveal the stiffness in his pajama pants.

The puppy wags his tail in the presence of his favorite human, standing on two legs to call his attention. The man didn’t want him in the first place but was out voted by the females in the household.

“Morning,” Joel murmurs, placing kisses all over your cheeks and down your neck until he finally presses a warm kiss on your shoulder where he rests his chin to look over at the stovetop.

“Morning old man,” you say with a giggle as his scruffy beard tickles your skin. Your lips press against his in a quick kiss, muffling his sigh of disappointment.

“Don’t start, sweetheart,” he warns. His lips brushing against your ear. Joel’s hands find themselves under your tshirt, his thumbs ghosting over your underboob. At the same time the fingertips of his other hand teasingly dip on the waistband of your shorts.

“Or what?” You say with a bite to your lip, flipping over the last batch of pancakes. Couple more seconds and they would’ve burned—that’s how much he distracts you.

“It’s too early for this!” Sarah’s high pitched voice yells. “Not in the kitchen and not in front of the baby, please!”

The puppy scrambles over to Sarah, jumping into her arms. He recognizes she’s the one who will cave and give him scraps of food.

Joel, startled, takes his hands off of you, facing Sarah with an apologetic smile, not that she sees it as she covers her eyes with a hand. “Are you decent? Can I look now? I’m really hungry if you don’t mind.”

You laugh loudly, shaking your head at Sarah’s dramatics. She takes after Joel and is well on her way to beat him at his own game.

“We’re not doin’ anythin’,” Joel mumbles, sitting on one of the kitchen island stools and petting the pups fluffy head, and the ear that flipped over cutely.

“Not yet,” you whisper to him as you place his stack of pancakes in front of him.

“I heard that!” Sarah yells, covering her ears this time. Joel laughs, nudging her shoulder and telling her to pass the syrup.

You lean across from them, grabbing a sliced strawberry to plop into your mouth. Sarah takes over the conversation as you and Joel share a glance. This is far from over.

Later on the day you head outside with a tray of lemonade and pie in your hands. You’ve gotta take care of your dear husband before the Texas heat gets the best of him.

You nudge Joel’s leg with your foot. He’s under the beat up truck, fixing some odd part. He has the means to replace the old thing but he likes to remind you that ‘Betsy,’ as he’s named his truck, is a part of the family and will never be replaced.

“Thanks, darlin,‘“ he drawls, wiping his dirty hands on a random rag he found on the bed of the truck.

Joel takes a second too long to get up from the floor. You see the hesitance in his eyes as he tries to think the best way to stand without hurting or pulling a muscle.

This is your chance. “Need help there, grandpa?” You pipe up, resting the tray on the portable table scattered with tools.

Joel openly glares at you while you smile broadly at him. It’s not often you make fun of his age, or rather, the age gap between the two of you. It’s only when you’re feeling a particular sort of way.

The age gap between the two of you isn’t the craziest but it’s large enough for people to notice. Joel is easily through the first half of his fourth decade, while you are barely entering your third.

“Watch your mouth,” Joel warns you, standing up quickly despite the cracking of his knees and the ache on his lower back.

Your eyes spark when he grabs the glass of cool lemonade and begins chugging it. The drops of sweat sliding down his neck and into the damp collar of his shirt stealing your attention and any innocent thought you’ve might’ve had about him. They weren’t many to begin with.

You clench your thighs together as you imagine licking that same trail, tasting his salty skin. Say what you want but you love a man that works with his hands and gets all dirty and grimy.

Joel catches onto the glazed look covering your eyes and grasps your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. His body gravitating towards yours as if nature demanded it.

You’re overly conscious of the motor oil covering his hands if not you would’ve sucked his thumb into your mouth, reminding him just exactly you can do with your tongue.

“What’s in that pretty lil head of yours, darlin’?”

Him. It’s all about him. He’s always interrupting whatever sane thought you have. Scenarios of you being bent over the hood of the truck as he sinks his aching length from behind. You riding him in the front seat as you’ve done on more than one occasion, fogging up the windows. The time he was knuckles deep inside of you, teasing fingers drenched during his lunch break.

“How good gray looks on you,” you reply, diverting the conversation somewhere else entirely. A delicate fingers wraps around the charming curl that constantly falls over his forehead, twirling it around.

Joel doesn’t take kindly to your comment, rolling his eyes and clicking his jaw as he lets go of you to return to the truck. Your hand which had been playing with his curl drops to your side as you cock your hip to assess him.

He’s much too aware of the age gap, it makes him insecure. Like you’ll one day realize you’re with an old man and leave him for someone younger.

Except in your eyes he’s the most perfect man alive. The grey streaks of hair that mix with the typical brown of his curls give him an air of authority, making him look dashing in all ways. A silver fox. Strong muscles from working manual labor most of his life are now covered with a healthy layer of fat but remain strong nonetheless. Warm brown eyes that sweep you off your feet every morning as soon as they open.

That man is aging like fine wine and he doesn’t begin to realize it. You feel extremely lucky to be the only one to enjoy it…squeaky joints and all.

Joel is experienced and mature and loyal. He simply wants to have a nice life with his family. A family you’re now a part of. It’s all a woman could ask for.

“You know I love you,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around him as he leans over the hood.

“Love to torture me,” he scoffs, taking hold of one of your hands affectionately. He can never stay mad at you.

“I don’t know what you mean? I brought you lemonade and even that apple pie you love so much,” you feign innocence, pressing a kiss to the middle of his back.

Facing you with a sigh, he lets his heavy hands fall on your hips, “What’re you playing at?”

“Me? Nothing,” you say with a wicked smile, “I’m gonna go with Sarah to the mall to get her homecoming dress. Will you be alright here with Ghost?”

He’s quickly distracted by the words Sarah and Homecoming. His babygirl is growing too fast, starting High School and going on dances with boys. She hasn’t told him yet if she’s been invited by someone and he hopes it stays that way.

There’s no way he’s letting her go with a date and you can’t convince him other wise. If she wants a date she can take the puppy she adopted, Ghost. Joel is determined to teach the ball of fur how to defend his daughter.

“Here,” he says, pulling out his wallet to hand you his credit card.

“No, it’s my treat!” You say, pushing his hand away.

“Take it,” Joel insists, trying to slip it into the tight pair of jeans you’re wearing. Fuck. How didn’t he notice until now.

It should be illegal to wear jeans that make you look THAT good. The blue material hugs your thighs tightly and lifts your perky ass to heaven—not that you other wise need it.

He doesn’t hold back and slides his palms on your back pockets, giving you a firm squeeze. You stumble, falling onto him with a weak protest.

“‘M so fucking lucky you’re my woman,” he groans, taking another feel. Temporarily forgetting the conversation at hand, yet another comment directed at his age snaps Joel back to reality.

“Honey, I know I married an older man but it wasn’t for your money,” you tease again, patting his cheek and removing his hands from your pockets—credit card and all.

A sharp slap to your ass, startles you, eliciting a cheeky giggle. All this teasing and you’re leaving him home alone with the mutt.

You don’t apologize, you’ll never apologize for teasing him. Unless it’s in the right circumstances…in his bed.

Towards the end of the night you finish pushing him to the edge of no return. Remember, opportunities are always around when you’re determined.

“Dad, can you sign this for school?” Sarah comes into the living room where you and Joel are watching a movie. Ghost’s head is plopped on his lap, where Joel had been ‘forced’ to pet him.

“What’s this for?” Joel tries to read the paper but has to keep it at arms reach to be able to read it. Failing, he searches for his glasses until Sarah points at his head where they’ve been resting for half the night, nestled between his curls.

You stifle a laugh as you think of what to say. “Sorry Sarah, good old peepaw needs his glasses to read.”

It’s clear you’re pushing it far as Joel freezes only to glare at you. If looks could kill you’d be six feet underground. Sarah laughs until her belly hurts, repeating the word peepaw between breaths.

“You two are bullies,” Joel shakes his head in disbelief, signing the permit and handing it to Sarah who is wiping her tears away.

“I’m heading to bed, goodnight old man,” Sarah tells a pouting Joel, kissing his cheek and running up the stairs. “Come on, Ghost. Bedtime!”

“Peepaw? Really?” Joel raises his eyebrows at you when both Sarah and Ghost are gone.

You shrug feigning innocence, hiding your smile with the edge of the blanket. ”Yeah, peepaw. It’s cute.”

“It ain’t cute,” Joel kisses his teeth before turning off the TV and standing from the couch, leaving you behind.

“Where are you going?” You call after him.

“To bed,” he dryly responds, shutting off the lights and climbing the stairs. He only leaves the lamp by the couch on. How considerate of him.

“What? Joel it’s barely 10!” Hiding your satisfaction is difficult. Joel’s ticked off, a day of calling him old will do that. It’s exactly what you hoped for.

“Guess that’s what old men do, darlin,’” Joel says sarcastically half way up the stairs.

With a hand over your mouth, you follow him, “Honey, come on. Don’t be angry, it’s harmless teasing. Are you really heading to bed?”

Joel turns at the top of the stairs, glaring down at you, “You really think I’m an old man?”

“Technically speaking you are an older man,” you quip, scrunching your nose cutely.

“You know that’s not what I mean.” Joel crosses his arms, reprimanding you for your cheekiness.

“I dunno why you get like this, you should know I love my older men,” you say sultrily, although it falls on deaf ears as Joel retreats to the bedroom.

When you step into the bedroom you’re instantly pressed against the door, slamming it shut. Joel’s sneaky hands lock it. “You’re playing a dangerous game, darlin.’ Don’t make me bend you over my knee and give you a spanking.”

The thought alone makes you shudder in delight. Wetness instantly seeping into your underwear. You’ve finally succeeded. You have him right where you want him.

With your hands braced on his chest you deliver the final blow. “You sure your knees can take it?”

Disbelief flashes in Joel’s eyes, “That’s it!”

Grabbing your arms Joel leads you to the bed where he sits on the edge. He roughly pull down on your jeans, panties and all, leaving them pooled on your knees, limiting your mobility.

With another tug he lays you face down on his lap, holding your wrists behind you in a tight grip. Joel shakes his head at your upturned ass that’s waiting a little too eagerly for his touch.

Delight bubbles out of you and Joel is determined to take you down a notch or two. Let’s see how you handle this after fucking with him all damn day.

The first swat comes without warning, eliciting a gasp from you. It’s sharp and borderline painful. A red handprint magically appearing on your left butt cheek.

Joel massages and paws at the skin, getting ready to deliver another one. “Cat got your tongue?” He questions at your sudden silence.

You try to look over your shoulder and say, “Is that all you got?”

A sarcastic chuckle leaves Joel’s mouth. Then, three fast slaps are delivered, successfully earning him a whine from your pretty lips. He rubs on the sweltering flesh, easing some of the sting.

Finding their way to your thighs his fingers dig between them to cup your pussy. It’s no surprise that it’s warm, messy and slick. Clear strands extending from it to the inside of your thighs and covering his digits.

You’re a fucking vixen who loves to torture him for your own fucking pleasure and he’s the damn fool who falls for it each and every time.

“Touch me,” you huff, wiggling on his lap to grind on his hand, hoping to gain more contact with his coated digits.

“Touch you? Oh, darlin’ you’re not getting off the hook so easily,” Joel mentions darkly, retrieving his hand and landing yet another smack to your ass, making it ripple from the impact.

“Ow!” You flinch yet remain in the same position, expecting more. You fucking love when Joel gets rough with you. It’s a shame you have to gauge it out of him like this.

“Wasn’t this what you wanted? Hm?” Joel’s asks and when he doesn’t get a response his hand flies down once more. “What was it you called me?”

There’s a beat of silence before his hand strikes, this time aiming towards the middle. “Gra-grandpa,” you stutter at the small burst of pleasure.

“Mhm, what else darlin’?” He prompts again. His middle finger tracing the slit of your pussy, feeling you grow impossibly wetter. His pretty little wife is always so reactive to his touch.

“Old man.”

The stinging in your skin grows warmer, no doubt turning a considerable shade of cherry red. Yet the ache in your cunt obscures it all. The scraps of attention only makes your arousal worse.

“I think there was one more,” Joel hums, urging you on. His slick finger teasing your weeping entrance.

“P-peepaw,” you gasp when Joel pushes it in until his knuckle meets your delicate skin.

“That’s right, peepaw,” Joel repeats absentmindedly, pushing his middle finger in and out. Listening intently to the squishing sound your pussy makes.

He’ll have you calling him something else by the end of the night.

Tight walls grip his finger like a vice, refusing to let go. Soft puffs of air tumble out of your mouth and he knows your eyes are closed as you concentrate on the minimal pleasure he’s providing you with. It’ll never be enough to make you cum but it’ll keep you bothered.

“Get up,” Joel orders with a softer smack to your bottom, wiping his slick covered finger on your skin. He helps you up from the restrained position he kept you in and makes work of taking off your clothes.

Joel pulls and tugs on your shirt roughly, throwing it mindlessly across the room. He palms your tits briefly, pinching one of your nipples to make you whine his name. With cracking knees he kneels on the floor to help you out your jeans and underwear, kneading your thighs with his big strong hands.

He catches a glance of your reddening skin and feels a prickle of pride at the mark he left. Most of it will fade by morning but you’ll feel it nonetheless.

Sitting back on the edge of the bed he wordlessly motions you to get on your knees. A wicked smile spreads on your cheeks as you do as you’re told, kneeling between his spread legs.

Eager hands grasp his belt, undoing the worn leather to get to the button of his jeans. He provides no help, leaning back on his hands and simply watching you with hooded and expecting eyes.

You pull down on his jeans and underwear, revealing the happy trail that comes down his navel to the patch of brown at his pelvis.

His hard cock springs free once you’ve worked his pants down enough. A throaty groan coming from above you at the release of tension.

“Mmm,” you hum, grasping his length in your fist. His eyes meet yours when you look up to press a kiss to the tip, your hand pulling the thin skin back to reveal it.

“Stop with the teasin,’” Joel growls audibly, chastising you.

You rolls your eyes obnoxiosuly, “You’re no fun, g-“

A hand flies to your hair, gripping the roots tightly. Your eyes fly open, starting up at Joel. “You sure you want to finish that sentence, babygirl?”

“Maybe not,” you shrug with a pout, your hand mindlessly pumping his length.

“That’s what I thought.” Joel keeps his grip on your hair, pulling it back to see every detail of you taking his cock into your pretty mouth.

Your tongue goes flat against the underside of his shaft, tracing the vein that runs along his length and letting saliva drip all down and into your fisted hand. Joel watches intently as your lips wrap around the angry red tip of his cock.

You start off slow taking more of his length with each bob of your head. Your eyes never leaves his face, observing every small reaction he makes. The sharp intake of breath when your tongue grazes his tip, the furrowing of his eyebrows, the bobbing of his adam’s apple as he fails to keep his moans in.

The sudden jerk of Joel’s hips causes your eyes to water and screw shut. The initial intrusion of his cockhead unexpected yet welcome. Joel throws his head back, “That’s a fucking good girl.”

Those magic words make everything worth it as you messily continue to suck and lick every inch of his cock. Neither the tears in the corner of your eyes nor the saliva dripping down his length stop you from tasting him.

You swear you’re dripping on the floor as your pussy flutters at his pleased words. You could touch yourself but all your energy and attention goes to pleasing the man above you.

The pain of kneeling hard wood floor for an extended period of time doesn’t bother you and the ache on your jaw is barely noticeable because all your concentration is on Joel and making him feel good.

Joel continues to set the pace, his grip tight on your scalp. “Fuck, just like that,” he moans when you tease the crown of his cock expertly.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Joel’s voice lilts in a reprimanding voice.

A string of saliva connects you to the tip of him as your hand continuing to work on the rest of his length.

Joel takes note of your red rimmed eyes and flushed nose as well as in your swollen lips and moussed hair. The picture of you completely filthy and sexy.

Joel cups the back of your neck, bringing you up to his height. He brings you into a sloppy kiss consisting of teeth and tongue and saliva. Joel loves that can taste himself in your mouth. A job well done.

You straddle his lap so his cock grazes your dripping pussy, tugging needily at his tshirt. “Take it off,” you beg. Your lips separate for a brief second as the shirt comes off before they smash back together.

He complies but quickly reminds himself that this all started because you were calling him old. He can’t be quick to reward you.

You foolishly believe that’s it and you get to have him. Eagerly you try to sink into his cock but he holds you still, not letting you take him to the hilt.

“Who’s the tease now?” You pant against his lips, stealing another long kiss before whispering in his ear begging him to take you, to use you.

“I like to see you begging for it.” That’s Joel’s response as he pushes you off of him.

You protest but fall silent when he removes his remaining clothes. God you’re like a teenager desperate to fuck with clothes and all.

It drives Joel nuts the way you look at him with lust filled eyes. You bite your lip as you take him in all his glory, hands reaching to touch his chest.

He pulls you back to him, his cock wedged between the two of you. The saliva covering it, sticking to your skin. He cups your face, “You have something to say?”

“Nope.”

Joel to cos his head in disappointment, pushing you into bed and maneuvering you till your head is buried in the pillows and your ass is high in the air. It’s tinged a dozen shades of pink and red from his hands.

You wiggle your hips offering yourself to him. Air hits your pussy, giving you an idea of how aroused you are. That’s what happens whenever you have the pleasure of going down in Joel.

Joel grips himself, spreading his pre before pumping his hand. Smack. His hand flies down to strike your ass once more. Your back arches when Joel teases your entrance with the tip. He runs it up and down your slit, wetting it with your slick. He lightly pushes into you so only the tip is inside before he pulls out again.

“Please fuck me,” you plead breathlessly, attempting to rock back to get more of him inside you.

Joel laughs. “Now you’re nice and polite. Is there something else you want to tell me?” He asks expecting an apology.

“No,” you repeat stubbornly.

He’ll get you soon enough. There’s no way you’ll resist.

Joel’s cock brushes against your clit, making you jump and moan. He does it again and again. Your pussy clenches desperately wanting him inside of you.

“You sure? You don’t want to apologize?” He gives you another chance. Sinking his cock deeper into you to give you a taste before he pulls out.

You huff and pout but you can’t take it anymore. You need him. “I’m sorry!”

“Now, was that so hard,” Joel grunts, pushing his length all the way in, rewarding you.

You bury your head into the pillow, stifling the guttural moan that rips from your throat. You could die like this suffocated and blissfully impaled on Joel’s cock and be happy.

With a tight grip on your waist Joel fucks into you at his own pace, watching how easily you accept him, covering him with your essence. It feels fucking fantastic.

His skin slaps against yours rhythmically. You swear you can cum at that moment but Joel knows all your tells and he slows his pace, pushing into you only when the tip remains. Long, slow strokes keeping you from cumming.

“I wanna cum,” you cry out frustrated but he ignores you, edging you.

“If you want to cum tonight you have to stop calling me old,” Joel grits. This is torture for him as much as it is for you.

“I said I’m sorry,” you sob into the pillow, your back arching as you try and take matters into your own hands. Smack, another spank, warning you to stop.

“Will you stop calling me grandpa?”

You have the audacity to fucking hesitate. He’s serious about not letting you cum but he’s confident he’ll get you to cave in.

Joel pulls out his cock when you refuse to answer. He instantly misses the warmth and tightness of your walls. His cock is soaked with your slick, a creamy white substance covering him from root to tip.

Licking his middle and ring fingers he replaces his cock, feeling your walls clench around them. He pumps them angling them downward to reach that spot inside of you, his other hand pressing on your lower back so you arch more.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp when this thumb presses on your bud. An orgasm quickly building. “Please Joel.” You wanted to cum around his cock not his fingers but at this point you’ll take anything you can get. Your mind is completely clouded and years for release.

“Did you reconsider what you wanted to call me?” Joel curves his fingers, quickening the pace.

“Yes,” you whine as your hips grind against his hand.

“And what’s that?” His fingers are sticky, your essence dripping down his hand.

“Please, daddy,” you cry abashedly, hiding your reddening face in the pillows.

“I didn’t hear ya’ darlin’. How about you look at me when you speak?” Joel dares to say while his fingers continue to drive into you.

Fuck, your legs are shaking and the knot continues to tighten in your belly. You have to say it or Joel will stop. You turn your head to meet his eyes, “Please, daddy.”

“That’s more like it,” Joel’s raspy voice says, removing his fingers when you’re at the cusp once more.

You audibly groan in frustration but it’s interrupted when Joel eases his cock back into you Fucking you just as you want it, hard and fast.

The bed sheets are fisted in your hands as you hold on. Your nipples brushing against the bed with each thrust. It doesn’t take long at all for you both to titer over the edge. Your pussy squeezing tightly around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

When Joel pulls out you fall to lie on your stomach, catching your breath. He lies beside you doing the same. Sharing a glance you both start laughing.

“Next time you want it rough just tell me,” Joel shakes his head at you. He knew all along and yet it still pissed him off.

“It’s not the same, honey,” you sigh, kissing his shoulder. The nearest part of him you can reach without moving too much.

The following morning you wake up with a kink in your back and Joel being the ever loving husband brings you painkillers to bed where you’re lying still, “Take these grandma. They’ll make you feel better.”

He won’t ever call you ‘grandma’ again. The daggers you sent him were fucking terrifying.

listen...typically i'm not the biggest fan of the daddy kink...but when it works, it works

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 5 months ago

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[4:47 am]

(cw: wife!reader)

CEO!Johnny had been mad since the second he heard about this early meeting. That was a week ago. Well, not mad, more like pouty. For a few months now he’d gotten used to going into the office a little later so that he could have his mornings with you. Nothing too crazy, just a half hour later, but after all the hard work he’d put in for the company, he felt he deserved the half hour with his wife. The mornings were blissful, waking up and cuddling with you. Following that up with coffee and breakfast together and bidding each other goodbye with a kiss before heading in your respective directions.

But today, today felt like hell. He was up before the sun was coming up, waking up while bakers were still baking for the morning rush, while children were still fast asleep and in dreamland before going to school. Getting ready before you were even thinking about waking up. Hell, you were deep in rem sleep right now.

A part of him wanted to be selfish and wake you up. At the very least, to have your company. He wouldn’t force you out of the warmth of your shared bed. He just missed you… and today would be a long day. Going in early to talk to overseas investors and spending the rest of the day finalizing reports for the end of the quarter. He was already tired of it all.

Johnny dragged his feet while he sipped his coffee and willed the caffeine to kick in. He was bone tired. He had even stolen some of your under eye patches to help with the puffiness under his eyes. He sighed tiredly, tying his tie and fixed his hair one last time.

He turned off the light in the bathroom and padded across the bedroom to your sleeping form. He pressed a kiss to your forehead whispering a quiet, “have a good day, baby.”

He wishes he could say he felt accomplished since he had been awake so early and working almost as long. He talked to the investors, he got a lot of paperwork done, and he drank a lot of coffee. And still he didn’t feel good knowing his soft mornings with his wife had been torn away.

So it came it as no surprise when your FaceTime call came in at your usual wake up and get ready hour. He smiled brightly as his thumb slid across the screen to answer your call. He was met with your pouty face surrounded with the white sheets of your shared bed, “you didn’t wake me up.”

Johnny laughs, “baby, it was like 5 in the morning! Good morning though, how are you?”

“I dunno,” you grumble, “my husband doesn’t love me so…”

Johnny chuckles softly, slumping back in his very expensive desk chair, “I do love you. I love you so much that I didn’t interrupt your sleep. I did consider it though.”

“If you really loved me you’d have woken me up,” you argue playfully.

“I think you’ll love me when you see what I left you in the kitchen,” Johnny tells you, lifting his brows with a smirk.

He watches you move through the halls, hair messy and free. He watches your eyes light up when you saw the surprise he’d left for you. “Breakfast and coffee. Wow, I guess you do love me,” you tease, “thank you though, baby. I appreciate it.”

“I think you’ll also be happy to know that I’ll be home early today. I haven’t told anyone yet, but I will be. I deserve it after waking up at 4 in the morning."

"I don't think your secretary would approve of that," you chide, arching your brow a him through the camera.

"Well, she wasn't here at 5 in the morning was she? Plus, she'll like it when she gets to go home early too," Johnny yawns, "I'll pick up dinner on the way home, baby. Have a good day. You off to work?"

You shake your head with a smile, "nope, took the day off. I'll see you later. I love you."

"I love you too," Johnny responds before hanging up. Damn, he should have taken the day off too, especially since his CFO was more than capable of doing this on their own. He drags a tired hand down his face, he was definitely going to put in for a long vacation and it you off to some resort where you both could spend the whole day in bed if you wanted to.

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c3dricsluv · 10 months ago

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Do me a favour...

Luke Castellan x reader

A/N: This is my first fic on this account, so it will not be my best, but proceed as warned.

Warnings: Fluff, angst if you squint, cuddling, extremely cheesy. !!NOT PROOF READ!!

Summary: You're a summer-only camper, and your boyfriend is a year-rounder, causing some sad nights, and conversations neither of you want to be having.

This summer had seemed to speed by faster than the rest. Every moment seemed to be on fast-forward, never giving you enough time to take it in.

Tonight seemed to be the first time everything slowed down. Early August, camp would be ending for the summer soon, leaving only the year-rounders at Camp Half-blood.

That's what you and Luke had been talking about the past few hours, into what was now the early hours of the morning. The moonlight shone through the windows of cabin 11, illuminating the outline of your body intertwined with Luke's.

His face was pressed into your neck as the two of you whispered your plans for the year, avoiding the obvious topic - you leaving.

Luke was a year-rounder, and you were a summer-only camper, meaning you'd be heading back home in less than a week.

"I guess soon I'll have to start actually sleeping at night huh?" He mumbled beneath your ear, voice low as his lips brush against the delicate skin.

"Yeah, guess you will. No more making out at 2 in the morning." You giggle, cringing at memories of being caught by Chris or the Stolls.

"I'll miss you." He whispers, tracing the side of your waist where your pajama shirt had riden up.

You smile sadly, turning to kiss his forehead as you whisper. "You know I have to go, Luke. I have school."

He sighs, nodding as he wraps his arms around your waist a little tighter, hands clutching your waist as he lifts his head.

"I know, but I really wish you could stay. I'd give anything to keep you here forever. But you'll be gone, and for 10 months..." He buries his face back into your neck, his breath shaky.

You run your fingers along his back, trying to sooth him. "Luke, I'll be back before you know it, okay? I'll miss you, I know you'll miss me, but we go through this every year, and this is the last time."

Luke stays quiet for a few minutes, as you continue to scratch his back soothingly. After a while, he lifts his head, looking into your eyes, his own sparkling in the moonlight from the window over his bunk.

"Can you do me a favor?" He whispers, barely audible.

You nod quickly lifting your left hand to cup his cheek. "What?"

"Don't give up on me," His voice is shaky, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. "On us."

"Luke, you-"

"I don't want us to drift apart, no matter how much we change. I just want us... to stay us."

You stare at him, smiling softly. "We will always be us, Luke. I know I'll be gone for a while, but I could be gone for years and still love you. You're not losing me anytime soon."

He smiles back sadly, before slowly ducking his head down to press his lips to yours. The kiss lasts only a few seconds before the whispers start back up again.

"I love you, Angel."

"I love you more, Luke."

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en-trashy · 21 days ago

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Pup 심재윤

Y/n gets used to the life with Jake, they're in her head a perfect couple, but Jake always wants to use his plaything

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Tw: dub-con, perv hyung line, exhibitionist, anal sex, unprotected, inexperienced reader, masturbation, gang bang? But not really, dacryphilia

Jake calls y/n pup and pinkie referring to a baby mouse

I'm not responsible for the things you decide as your media consumption

Is nasty I have warned you

It's been two months since she started to live with Jake, they already developed a system that works for them and she's happy with. Everything is fine, he's really good with her, she cut her shifts on the library to only 3 days and Jake usually spend the last hour of the shift waiting for her to walk together home buying groceries in the local market y/n always chose the veggies and Jake the meat, both the cereal and snacks; the internship with Mr Kim is still on but she have to wear his perfume and hoodie, also She has to call him immediately after finishing and on the way home she has to tell him all the details of what she did and if the teacher touched her, even a simple touch of hands so Jake can clean her once at home; he goes out with his friends twice a week while she stays and cleans the apartment.

He wash her every night and put her pajamas, lotion all over her body, brushing her hair and teeth, he removes the collar with the name tag that claimed her as his, if she's been good, y/n sleeps next to him in bed snuggled on his chest, but the days she received a punishment she slept either the floor or the sofa in the living room, thing that it was rare, Jake always praised her for being so good and well behaved.

Today it's Friday night which means Jake is out with friends, usually when she's alone she just eats an instant ramen watching a movie on the living room waiting patiently for his arrival, she makes sure her home garments are alright; that's another thing, she's allowed to use her baggy oversized clothes outside but at home she only wears babydoll dresses or lingerie, that way Jake can be the only one enjoying her body. It's still early when she heard the front door quickly leaving her movie to go kneel beside the door.

-mousey I'm home- he was taking off his coat, looking down at her- there you are such a good girl, wanna a kiss?- she nods taking off his shoes so he can pick her up and kiss her, she wrapped her limps on him and his hands holds her from her bottom

-I missed you Yunie- she talks between the kiss, it was hot and messy

-I missed my little mouse more- she smiles resting her face on his shoulder noticing the three tall figures at their door watching them kiss

-yunie someone is seeing you kiss me- she holds him tighter

-yeah, they're my friends, they wanted to meet you properly- Jake made a sign and the three of them to come in- say hi be a good host-she waved her hand to them

-i'm on my home garments- she whispered on his ear feeling so shy that she's semi naked- they gonna see my body

- they're my best friends I won't mind, I really wanted for you to get to know them… -he pouts knowing that always makes her do anything he wants- but I guess you don't want… is okay they can meet you any other time…- he heavy sighs putting her down- you listened my mousey, she doesn't want to meet my friends I'll see you tomo…

-no, wait…- she pulled Jake, looking at him with still unsure eyes- I won't get punished because someone else saw me, right?

-no pinkie, no if you're a good girl and behave- Jake holds her shoulders putting her in front of him exposing her- well this is Heeseung hyung, Jay and Sunghoon

-hi… is really nice to meet you- she feels the prying eyes all over her, the fabric of what she's wearing is translucent all over so everything is visible

-hey why don't you go to make some snacks?... I'll get everything ready for us to have a Mario kart tournament- she nods and Jake pulls her to make out in front of everyone, making her blush

When they pulled apart she almost run inside the kitchen hiding, making popcorn and putting other things in plates serving sodas and Jake's favorite beer from the fridge, he arrived hugging her from behind kissing her neck, on those sensitive spots of her making her legs tremble his hand ghosted over her pussy making her bite a moan.

-I missed your body, I was only thinking in coming home bend you over and fuck this heavenly pussy- he slipped his hand inside her bottoms to rub her clit- good pinkie already drooling for Yunie- she started to moan forgetting for a second that someone else is there- we haven't done it in a week- she feels his boner pocking her back making her moan a little louder

-Sim we gonna press play now if you don't come here- the yelling from the living room pulled her out of that intoxicating feeling her cheeks hot

They take everything out to the living room, the three pairs of eyes followed her figure, leaving everything on the coffee table, she sits in the corner of the sofa away from everyone they immediately started to eat, Jake gives her a smaller bowl with her favorites making her smile, he manhandled her to sit on his lap straddling him so she can feed him and eat herself, also that way she would only look at him and he can feel her cunt over his pants and prominent boner, she feels it pocking but she likes it getting comfortable feeding him and giving small pecks until is his turn to play, she helps him sip from his beer while his hands roam on her butt cheeks kneading her flesh. They stayed like that, when it's his turn she stays very still but when is not, she rubs herself on his crotch and he touches her not do subtle, she's needy now dripping wet on his sweats.

-can I go to my room now? I'm sticky Yunie- she whispered

-to do what pinkie? Use one of your toys- he kiss her cheek- I'll prefer you coming undone on top of me… why don't you touch yourself here?- he whispered on her ear

-i rather wait for later- she looks at him with her big eyes

-oh okay… just let you know that this is gonna last pass midnight, we bet some money- he gives one last peck on her lips smiling and putting all his attention on the screen

Y/n tried, she really did staying still, but his hands were caressing her butt and when he shifts she feels him rubbing her sensitive spots, whining softly on his neck each time she feels something on her clit.

-Yunie, I can't… - her voice is tiny and desperate making Jake smile

-oh mousey, we're half way the tournament… you can wait or touch yourself whatever you prefer

-but what if they see?- she was seriously thinking about it, wanting some kind of release

-they don't care, look they're so into the game- she looks around all of them so into it, yelling at each other

-okay… but can you please wipe me after so I can sleep comfortably?- Jake smiles showing his teeth

-of course I can… go ahead enjoy yourself pinkie

Her hand slipped into her panties moaning instantly at how wet she is, they heard it but promised not to look until Jake gives them permission, his friends trying so hard to focus on the game and not the beautiful noises she's making, hardly resisting the urge to look at her; y/n was rubbing her clit moaning and squirming on his lap, her pussy throbbing and clenching around nothing, Jake let her enjoy for sometime until he's almost sure she's cumming, he stopped her making her whine loudly.

-shhh pinkie you gonna let the neighbors know how needy you are- he manhandled her to lay her down on the sofa moving his friends out of the way- just wanna see my girl… keep going- she looks at his friends and how now they're paying full attention to her making her shy- don't worry about them, they don't mind you touching yourself

-but… but is embarrassing

-is not pup, everyone here had touched themselves before, nothing to be ashamed of, is natural when you're needy- he started to carefully slip her panties off while she looks at the boners of everyone- also my friends wanted to know why I'm so obsessed with you, they don't understand, so why don't you show them mhm? Show them what a good girl you're for me pup

She's now naked from the waist down looking around, his friends watching her every move, Jake's hands making circles on her hips giving her a comforting feeling, she looks at Jake again and he just gives her a reassuring nod of the head, slowly her hand reach down to her clit again flinching at how sensitive is, collecting some of her arousal she started to rub again moaning immediately.

-put a finger inside pup, you're gonna like it more… do it like I taught you- she does as he says arching her back clenching on her fingers- that's it you're gonna have a reward after this

Jake leaned to suck on her nipples over the lace fabric of her bralette, she moaned harder making him chuckle, his hand slipping down to check how wet she's, smiling when he realized she's dripping down between her butt cheeks he use his thumb to rub some of her arousal on her rim, she's so into her pleasure to notice his hand in that forbidden part of her body.

-can I cum please Yunie?- her voice is so whiny

-yes pup, you earned it, cum- she screamed pumping her fingers in and out, Jake still sucking her nipples, she released slowing down her ministrations- well done, now give me- he opened his mouth and she immediately put her fingers there, Jake cleaned them tasting her and moaning himself- so, so tasty… don't be selfish be a good host and ask if they wanna taste your honey pinkie- she looks at his friends having the same wicked smile as Jake

-do you wanna a taste of my honey?- she whispered with her face hot of embarrassment

-i would love to taste- Heeseung was the first kneeling in front of where she is

-take some on your fingers and give him a little bit- Jake commanded, making her obey Heeseung swirled his tongue on her fingers leaving them clean

-delicious, I see why he talks about you all the time- Sunghoon and Jay kneeled in front of her too while she collected some more arousal

-Give me some princess, can I call you princess?- Jay asked her, she looks at Jake for permission and when he approves she nods, Jay opened his mouth tasting her- mhm princess tastes so good

-I want some too please babygirl- Sunghoon immediately opened his mouth moaning at the taste- just like heaven

-You want some of your honey pinkie?

-yes please Yunie- Jake dipped his finger on her sensitive hole fingering her making her moan, he smiles pulling out to push them inside her mouth

-can I touch her Jake?- Heeseung got closer playing with her hair

-you don't have to ask me, you have to ask my mousey, is her body and you have to know she's really sensitive- Jake takes her in his arms and she wraps him in a hug- do you want them to touch you?

-I'm not… I don't know

-is okay if you want it, I won't be angry in fact I think I would like to see how they touch you

-would you like it?- he nods kissing her neck- okay but no touching my pussy that's only for Yunie- Jake smiles, taking off her bralette leaving her on the sofa alone and naked, he standing there watching how his friends get close to her

Sunghoon quickly picked her up making her straddle his lap so he can dip his face on her breasts sucking on her nipple, Jay placed himself behind touching her bottom, Heeseung sits next to them touching and pinching her other nipple, her body is on fire, biting her lips so she doesn't moan, Jake started to palm himself over his sweats enjoying how she's being used, how easy was to make her do that, he pulled down his pants starting to jerk, she noticed, not taking her eyes from his length, watching how he gets hard finally moaning at the sight.

-Yunie…

-what pinkie you need my cock?- she nods- but you're enjoying yourself, surrounded by men touching you like a dirty little whore pup

-you say you'll like- she pouts

-I do… you look so cute when you're fucked and dumb…- Jake got up standing in the sofa- go on pup suck me off so I can be ready to fuck you- she did it taking him in her mouth

Jake moaned loud, without being inhibited with his friends there, he made the sign, Sunghoon smiles holding her bottom lifting her a little sucking harder on her right nipple, she moaned around Jake's cock, Heeseung holds her arms while he sucks on her other nipple, once she's secured in place Jay opened her butt cheeks dipping his face there to eat her ass, that surprised her she tried to move but they restrained her, Jake pushed his length deeper so she cannot complain either, moaning with her mouth full, Jay's tongue was creating a new wave of sensations something foreign but extremely pleasant the electricity running up her spine, everything is too much and she's still sensitive, Sunghoon and Heeseung sucking her nipples and biting them, Jake making her gag and Jay eating her ass making her eyes roll to the back of her head, she cums without warning and Jay dipped his face more lapping at her cunt groaning at the taste of her release, she squirms trying to stop it, Jay finally stopped and Jake too, both getting off her, Jay holds her, hooking his arms under her legs spreading them apart exposing her wet pussy, Sunghoon and Heeseung quickly went to her, licking her release both his face between her legs both tongues lapping at her.

-you… promised not touch my pussy- she whines

-pinkie they're not touching your cuny just cleaning it, don't be selfish and share your honey… I was bragging about how well behaved you're but now you're acting up like a spoiled rat, do you need a punishment to remember your manners?- she moaned at how they're eating her

-no Yunie, I'm sorry… I'm good… a good mouse- she's squirming from pleasure

-enough… now let's give pinkie what she needs, her little brain needs cock to function properly, am I wrong?- she shakes her head as a no- see? can't even talk just a dumb pup

Jake sits on the sofa, and Jay puts her on his lap, kissing her messy pushing his tongue on her mouth and making her melt on his arms, he wrapped his arms around her his hand sneaking to her bottom to toy with her rim, she squirms when he pushed a finger inside a pathetic whine echoing on the living room, then the second finger scissoring her hole open finally making her moan, he takes his length putting it on her ass making her panic.

-Yunie… not there

-shhh is just another first time for you… and is extra especial because we have our guest watching how good you're, don't you wanna be a good mouse?- she nods with her eyes glossy with tears- them let me claim all your little holes as mine, that way they also gonna know that you're completely mine that all of you belongs only to me… just relax you're gonna like it pup

She holds him tighter, while he lines his length on her rim, pushing slowly, the whine was from pain of being stretched, Jake shushed her while he push slowly bottoming her, staying like that hearing a small sob coming out of her, he sees her tears and he can't help but to twitch inside her.

-ow why is my pinkie crying now?

-it hurts Yunie… - she sniffles

-it's gonna pass I promise, it will feel amazing… it's like when I'm stuffing your cuny and I spank you, it hurts yes but feels good… don't you trust in me?

-I do… but… I feel so open and shy because… they can see me like this- she cried some more feeling his hand caressing her back

-don't feel shy… look what you did to them- she slightly turned her head to see how his friends are jerking- do you wanna see them? Wanna see the effects your hot body has over us?- she nods Jake pulled out manhandling her in a reverse cowgirl position, she blush seeing his three friends jerking watching her, while Jake caress her body pushing his length back in her ass

-are they really enjoying it?- she's distracted watching his friends touch themselves

-i'm definitely enjoying my time here princess couldn't ask for something better to do- Jay was giving long slow strokes on his cock

-I think we all agree that you're intoxicating babygirl- Sunghoon was a little more aggressive jerking himself

-We're obsessed with you too- Heeseung made direct eye contact while rubbing his tip

-do you think I'm pretty?- she looks curious at them, Jake bouncing her softly on his cock

-so pretty, you're breath taking- Heeseung said and she blush when the others agree

She's really enjoying this, having this much attention, before Jake nobody noticed her no one ever found her pretty, but right now four boys are enjoying her, admiring her body, calling her a good girl and pretty… Jake smiles seeing her so shy but also so exposed enjoying how they fuck her with their eyes, he started to move faster bouncing her body, she moaned loud.

-there you go pup, finally enjoying having me in your ass

-is not… I'm not- Jake pushed deeper making her scream of pleasure

-yours body says otherwise, all your holes are made for me to fill and destroy- he kissed her shoulders- why don't you fuck yourself? Show them what a good pup you are, spread your legs wide and play with your clit… go on make me cum

Y/n did as Jake ordered positioning herself better, bouncing on his cock playing with her clit moaning loud, her tits are bouncing and one of his hands started to play with her nipple, she tried her best to keep the rhythm to please him and herself, feeling dizzy with them watching her, the moaning from everyone made her pussy clench around nothing, she pushed two fingers inside her screaming.

-can I cum? Please Yunie- she bounce harder

-no, I'm not close- that made her whimper

-can't my legs hurt… please wanna cum, please please- her tears run down her face

-fuck pup don't cry- her tears make him twitch inside feeling also her rim contract squeezing him- gonna fuck you okay?

He manhandled her pulling out making her complain and whimper, Jake shushed her bending her over the arm rest, pushing his cock inside harshly holding her hips and fucking without any care, she screamed moaning uncontrollably, trying to hold as much as she can her release, she whimpers feeling him erratic.

-go on cum pinkie- he slapped her butt, she finally released, feeling an oddly amount of liquid coming out of her- fuck you squirted pup, you're so nasty- Jake thrust a couple times more stopping and releasing inside her with a groan

-can I cum in her?- the voice of Sunghoon pulled her out of the dazed state

-no… don't like feeling sticky… please no- she looks up, her eyes still glossy with tears, seeing the three of them jerking around her about to cum

-what about they cum on your ass pup, just like I did?... be a good host you know it hurts when you don't cum

-okay… but be careful… I'm sensitive please- she's a little unsure of them using her body but Jake seems eager to let them

They lined up behind her, Jake pulled out letting the space for Sunghoon to push just his tip inside with a low groan he cums inside, he moves to the side letting Heeseung do the same, then Jay, each time they push their cocks inside she moans and when they pull out she complained, when they finished she was feeling so full her asshole gaping trying to get back to the original size, Jake pulled out his phone recording that, biting his lip, slapping her ass one more time.

-pup be good where are your manners?- Jake soothes the skin he slapped

-i sorry Yunie… thank you for giving me cum, for filling my greedy hole…- she keeps looking at his friends then looking at Jake

-good pup, now clean me up- Jake smiles standing in front of her, she gets down from the arm rest kneeling in front of Jake to lick his cock, taking the remains of his cum from the veins, moaning enjoying the cleaning part- well done pinkie now why don't you clean our guest? Just their tips okay pretty mouse, you gonna have kisses after- she nods eagerly taking Jay's cock sucking on his tip and licking the slit tasting his cum, slightly more salty than Jake's, she turns to Heeseung repeating the process tasting a new flavor, lastly Sunghoon

The three of them got closer surrounding her with their cocks on her face while Jake takes pictures and videos of her cleaning them, she gives them a kiss on the tip bating her lashes almost like flirting, wanting to hear praises, the three of them catch up quickly what she's waiting for filling her with endless praises of how pretty she is, how well behaved and how much of a good girl she is. Jake lift her and she wrapped her arms on him while Jake kissed her, making out with her, she contently responded to the kiss.

-was I good Yunie?

-so good… you're such a nasty pup, am I making a whore of you?- she nods happily- I love that of you, my dirty little sluty pinkie

-I love you Yunie- she pecks his lips making Jake smile

-give them a little bit of love too, okay? A peck on the lips pup- she nods while Jake is passing her to the arms of Sunghoon, she wrapped her limps on his body, pecking his lips twice

She was passed around kissing his friends, it lasted longer than a peck, because they started to use their tongue to kiss her, she was unsure at first but Jake pushed her face into the messy with with one of his friends, while Heeseung was kissing her Sunghoon dropped on his knees behind her cleaning her lapping at her ass, she moaned a little between the kisses, Sunghoon pulled her to kiss her and push their cum into her mouth making her moan, Jay was a little more sweet when she was passed into his arms his hands caressed her back, she's like a doll the three of them having her way with her body, kissing even marking her neck or breast, all of them touched her body one more time before she jawns, rubbing her eyes, Jake takes her again on his arms sitting on the couch, fixing her body so she can straddle him, she snuggled on his chest while he pats her bottom, naked used and happy, she drifted off to sleep while they continue to play his tournament.

Thanks for reading me, I haven't thanked you enough for being here little stranger. <3

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jmdbjk · 2 months ago

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I have some fun news.

I am going to NYC to see Jimin's The Truth Untold Exhibition!!!! I'm so glad I bought tickets before it SOLD OUT! It is not sold out, only the early bird tickets are sold out. Regular price tickets are still available.

But see? That's how misinformation is spread, when one person on X screams it's sold out and random people (me, I'm random people) scroll through and see the post and run with it.... (rolls eyes).

ANYWAY...

I need to see Jimin's outfits in real life. I need to see the size and shape of that man up close and personal. I won't ever dream that I'd ever get to actually see Jimin in the flesh within touching distance but I will see his actual clothing within inches of myself and that's almost the next best thing.

I am going in June the week after the four are discharged, the tickets I bought are for June 21, the day Yoongi is released from his social service.

If there is a group live from the Hybe building lounge room couch while I'm in that exhibit I will scream with everyone else. My family will be traumatized but oh well, right?

It'll be a day to remember.

And... I discovered AFTER THE FACT that we booked our hotel right in the middle of Koreatown. I HAD NO IDEA until I started to look for restaurants and guess what? Antoya is 2 blocks from my hotel. I will take pictures. Not sure if we'll go eat there but who knows. We'll try.

[Yes, I used that potato quality, non-official pic.]

Of course I'll blog about the trip when I get back.

But WE HAVE SO MUCH TO ACCOMPLISH BEFORE THEN!!!

Jin's Echo album and subsequent tour!

FESTA!!! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE SCHEDULE!!!!

AND THE FREEDOM OF OUR SEVEN!!!! HOW WILL IT UNFOLD??? WHO WILL MEET WHO AT THE GATES??? I CAN'T WAIT!! I'M GONNA CRY, LOSE SLEEP, CRY SOME MORE!!!

Hobi wrapping up HOS tour and the HOS Final in Seoul ON FESTA DAY! And ANOTHER new song at some point!

The timing of Hobi's HOS Final concerts has been known for a long time. Securing that stadium for those dates had to be planned well ahead. I will be watching the livestream of both nights.

There is no way we will not see the freshly discharged members in some way, they will be there, in the audience or on stage or at the very least in photos from backstage. They will be there. Why wouldn't they? The timing was timed as if the Universe said "let it be so."

As far as performing, I won't wish too hard for it but they might?! The timing of these shows is just giving so much potential for anything to happen!

In a blog post on July 2, 2024, I said they would hit the ground running. Look at Jin and Hobi since.

They aren't going to "rest" after discharge. If you think that, you clearly have not been paying attention to what they've been saying for the past 3 years.

They've looked forward to all of this for YEARS, "this" meaning "this time of post-military enlistment" where nothing is in the way of their artistic freedom and living their lives the way they wish. It was such an ordeal to get to this point in time, years of delays, they are not going to sit around and let more time pass before they get back on stage.

Successful people are DRIVEN. They are ready to hit the ground running.

I am overwhelmed knowing in less than five weeks 6 out of 7 will be free. I don't want to get my hopes up but I feel strongly that at the very very least, a 7-member group photo will be shared at some point during those few days of total chaos.

I will watch the livestream of Jin's concert, but as of this moment, I am not going to go see him. Never say never though,right? But after watching his concert livestream, I might change my mind. We'll see. I reserve the right to book a last minute trip (its the way I roll anyway). I am very excited for his album next week!

This is going to be an unpopular opinion with some: Anyone who knows me knows I support all of them, right? But I gotta be real here. The AMAs are the American Music Awards. Jimin's Who went furthest over here than any of the others this past year. The no-brainer to me is to vote for Jimin for this particular award. I have to weigh the circumstances and the numbers.

The context was not taken into consideration in this case and now the votes are going to be split.

We need to be smarter and stop being driven by emotions when there clearly were numbers to show how big Who was in the U.S. this past year.

The drama and fighting was unnecessary. RPWP and Come Back to Me have won so many critical awards – real, peer reviewed and film industry awards – that trying to "give" Namjoon this AMA award just seems very manipulative.

Don't get me wrong, if Namjoon wins this I WILL BE ECSTATIC that Army actually pulled it off. But I will also be surprised if he wins because I know the votes are split between he and Jimin. I'm afraid it will be a sad situation of self-sabotage and the BP girl is going to win because of that.

In other instances, if I am faced with choosing between Jimin and any of the others... Jimin is my man y'all. It is what it is.

Regarding fans who also went on hiatus: Let the fans who took a break come back without criticizing them. Let the casual fans be casual. Just because they weren't obsessed with social media these past few years does not make them "less" of a fan or unimportant. There will always be someone doing something "more" than you in some aspect so just shut up and let them come back and get off your high horse of self-importance.

I do not sustain a constant social media presence but I'm here with my face in the BTS business every single day. I know what is going on to obsessive levels.

I also have a life, a job, family, etc that I must pay attention to as well. But in my down time, everything BTS is what I'm obsessed with. You just don't see me needlessly posting about myself doing it 24/7.

Let. Them. Be. The world needs BTS, let the world come as they are, casual, hardcore, baby Army, OG Army, everyone come to the BTS table and feast! No one has a right to gate keep the 7.

Every day that comes keeps getting brighter and brighter knowing our 7 will be back together NEXT MONTH! 30 days left for Jimin and Jungkook, 40 for Yoongi, 29 for Namjoon and Tae.

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cloudyskydreams · 10 months ago

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Scent drabbles! UT,UF,US

UNDERTALE!

Sans smells like pine and rain

You groan as you lazily smack at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Sweet silence fills the room once you finally manage to hit the snooze button and you consider getting up, for a very brief moment you really did think about it but your skeletal mate clinging on to you destroyed any thoughts of getting up and starting the morning early. You snuggle into him and inhale deeply, his scent has always been so calming. The smell of a rainy day trampling exploring a pine forest filled your senses and you sigh happily.

"heh did you just sniff me?" His voice makes you jump a little and blush in embarrassment.

He looks up at you with a brow bone raised and squinted sockets."Uhm... No?" your voice is a tad meek.

"don't worry I'm not scent out of shape about it." He chuckles and you shake your head at his pun. He pulls you back into him burying your face into the tank top he sleeps in. "it's too early to be up." He whines and you sigh snuggling into him and enjoying the comforting smell pulling you back into sleep.

Papyrus: smells like citrus and clean laundry

You and Papyrus are in the kitchen together eating breakfast. He lovingly made you both pancakes and you happily dug in when the decent sized stack was set in front of you. There was some for his brother of course but he wasn't going to be awake for a few more hours the lazybones he is. Papyrus worked on the daily crossword puzzle in the newspaper while you munched on pancakes occasionally asking you for advice.

"EIGHT LETTERS, UNWAKBLE STATE" you think about it as you chew.

"Maybe ... Comatose?" He checks it with the spaces and other answers he already has and nods.

"THANK YOU SWEET PEA." You smile at the nickname and stand up to set your plate in the sink.

After you're done you creep up behind him and lean over his shoulder resting yourself against his back as you peer at the crossword. He Nyehs and leans his head against yours. You smooch his cheek and sigh contently before nuzzling into the side of his neck vertebrae gently. He smells wonderful like a productive day inside cleaning laundry and munching on freshly peeled oranges.

"Papyrus darling you smell so yummy I could just eat you up" he blushes at your words and you chuckle noticing that the citrus stands out more when he's flustered.

"(Y/N)...DONT DISTRACT ME FROM THE DAILY PUZZLE I MUST KEEP MY MIND SHARP!" You know he doesn't mean that from the way he's pressing himself against you but you chuckle anyways.

"Sorry clementine, I'll let you focus." You smooch his cheek again and he leans into the touch. Heading away from the kitchen to leave him be you decide for once you're actually motivated to get some laundry done.

UNDERFELL:

Red smells like campfire and apple pie

Fellby had called you complaining of the drunken red stating he didn't want his brother to come pick him up and to call you. You sigh and tell Fellby you're on the way. You grumble to yourself the entire way out of your apartment complex and to the bar. Once you make it to the bar you search around and spot Red perched on a barstool dozing off as Fellby stands close to him behind the counter crackling with his fire looking a little brighter than normal.

"Hey fell, m here for him don't worry" you say as you help Red off the bar stool he clings on to you and Fellby does the equivalent of an eye roll before walking off to serve patrons.

"heyy sweetheart, nice ta see ya" he slurs and you sigh bracing his body with yours as you help him stumble to the door.

"Jesus Red the suns not even down yet... Did you and Edge have another fight or something?" Red mumbles something stopping in his tracks.

"What?"

"i said i love my brother." Guess you hit the nail on the spot.

"Never said you didn't bud... Have you been seeing your therapist?" You get him walking again and he groans as you pry into his personal life.

"yeh e'ry two or so weeks" he huffs and you nod satisfied.You gaze at the stars for a bit as you help Ref stumble back to the apartments and help him into the elevator.

"Your place or mine?" He looks at you confused. "If you got into a fight it wouldn't be the best look to come home in this state..might set him off again?" You prompt and he nods looking a bit taken aback.

"guess yours then doll thanks for offering." His voice is gruff and there's a slight red hue to his face you brush off as the influence of alcohol.

"It's not problem babe I'm used to babysitting you " you chuckle and lead him to your apartment. He stumbles and collapses on the couch and you go and get him and cup of water from the kitchen.As your setting it on the coffee table he gives you a soft look and you pause to stare at him. You awkwardly look at eachother before he inhales sharply and looks to the side.

"keep me company?" You melt at his request and sit on the floor next to the couch.

"Wanna talk about it?" You prompt and he steels his face slightly, you take that as a no."That's okay... You should sleep this off."He nods in agreement and lays his head back after receiving a small smooch from you,you're sitting pretty close and you can smell his scent coming off of him it's like a fall night eating apple pie with friends around a campfire. You tell him about your day gently as he drifts out into drunken slumber and when you're done you stand up and stretch. These brothers and their emotional constipation, they have to get over it someday. You head to the kitchen intent on using the fresh apples you have to make a pie.

Edge smells like gasoline and cherries

You had ran into Edge in the hallway and had both gotten on the elevator at the same time. Unfortunately for you the elevator decided now would be the perfect moment to break down mid descent and leave you standing awkwardly across from the tall pointy skeleton who's looking more and more stressed with each second.You notice his breath is labored and wonder why he even needs to breathe before noticing he's sweating slightly.

"Hey.. you okay edge?" He looks at you and glares

"I-IM PERFECTLT FINE ITS JUST A LITTLE CRAMPED IN HERE PRINCESS/PRINCE." You would think he would know better than to lie to you at this point. He's obviously in the early stages of panic.

"Hey it's okay we won't be stuck for long... They're probably working on fixing it already" you press the emergency button on the elevator just in case. You sit in tense silence with Edge for a bit more before actually sitting on the floor, after a few moments Edge follows suit. You smile at him and gently start humming hoping to calm his nerves. He looks at you gently blushing slightly and listening to you hum as his breathing calms. The scent of gasoline dissipates the more you hum leaving the sweet after scent of cherries hanging around and after awhile the elevator springs back to life. Edge scrambles up and away from you to the furthest corner of the elevator and clears his throat.

"THANK YOU... TELL NO ONE YOU SAW THAT." his voice holds a threat to it but you just smile at him and his flushed cheeks.

"Have a good day edge." You hum as you exit the elevator after kissing his cheek now intent on going to the store. You have a craving for cherries now.

UNDERSWAP

Stretch smells like honeysuckle and honey

You sigh as you stretch out further on the couch. Today was lazy Sunday and you decided to spend the day with Stretch and Blue. Blue tried to join in on the tradition but couldn't sit still long enough and left to go about his day. Stretch however matched your laziness twofold so here you two were lazed out in his living room watching some nature documentary on bees.

"hey honey, what do bee's chew?" You think about it for a second before shrugging.

"bumble gum" he chuckles and you roll your eyes that was awful."

what's a bees favorite sport?" You groan hoping this isn't going to be a rest of the day thing.

"I don't know honey bun what?" You coo and he flushes a bit at the nickname but smiles as he sits up in his arm chair.

"Fris-bee." You chuckle at that one and he beams at you proud to have made you laugh.

"Okay Mr comedian no more" you say and he throws up and a okay sign standing up and gesturing for you to move your feet. You do and he sits down so you spread your feet back over his lap and he sets a hand on your calf rubbing it lightly. You guys enjoy each other's company and eventually you fall asleep to the monotone voice of the speaker on the documentary.

When you wake up you're cuddled to Stretches chest and he's asleep a little bit of orange drool leaking from his mouth. You giggle at the sight.He smells floral sweet like summer honeysuckle and the regular honey he likes to drink, it reminds you of your childhood and summer days. You nuzzle into him and he pulls you into his hoodie clad ribcage. You drift off back to sleep as you cuddle the clingy skeleton

Blue smells like mint and snow (stole this one couldn't think of anything lol)

Blue and you bustle around the kitchen as you cook together.

"NOT TOO MUCH SUGAR ANGEL WE DONT WANT IT TO BE TOO LUMPY." Blue reprimands and you halt on pouring in the sugar as he mixes the cookie dough.

It's winter time and you're making sugar cookies to ice and give out to neighbors. Blue and Papyrus had plenty of stuff planned for the winter season and you were invited to join in on them.

"Alright now we let the dough chill for a bit," you hum and set the dough in the fridge. Blue nods and starts to wash up as you head over and wait for your turn. You wash your hands and head to the living room with Blue.

"IM GOING TO TURN ON THE NAPSTATON GYFTMAS SPECIAL! ITS A CLASSIC THIS TIME OF YEAR!" He calls out and you nod. You can't decide if you like Mettaton or Napstaton more but you don't really watch them without the boys so it doesn't really matter in the long run.

Blue bounces over to the couch and gets comfortable as he turns on the special he's talking about. He looks at you for a second and there's a sparkle in his eyes a he gives you puppy dog eyes.

"CAN I PLAY WITH YOUR HAIR?"

You chuckle and nod sitting in between his legs to which he immediately shoves a bony hand in your hair. You lean back into the sensation and let him work out knots and braid and unbraid as you watch the musical drama in front of you.

Blue seems content to simply play with your hair and as you lean back you catch a whiff of his scent.

He smells like freshly fallen snow and peppermint a nice combination and perfect for these winter days. You find comfort in the scent and sensation of having your hair played with and subconsciously lean into Blues touch as he starts to massage your scalp.

Once the shows over you two hope back up and start on rolling out the dough and shaping it. It's a fun time and you and Blue take turns picking out different cookie cutters. You can't wait for more winter days like this to come.

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footballerimaginess · 9 months ago

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Relaxing day at home

Flufftober 2024 1. Relaxing day at home Ruben Dias Word Count: 475 Ruben had finally had a day off, the footballing season was hectic this season with the amount of games coming around very quickly. You barely got to see him. So when you suggested that Ruben would spend the day at home to relax, he was more than happy to oblige.

"So seeing as today is my day off are we just going to lay in bed?" he asked as he opened his eyes as you wrapped a dressing gown around your body. "If you would like to, I need to make a cup of tea. So guessing you want one?" you asked as he barely lifted his head up from the pillow. "Someone is a sleepy boy" you cheekily replied as you gently stroked his face before leaving him to rest. "Here we go amor" you smiled as you past him a cup of tea. "I do love my tea, I can see why you Brits love it" he laughs as you climb into bed and snuggle up beside him. "Me too, warms you up on these cosy mornings. I do need a cuddle, I am feeling cold. I now regret not getting food because I can hear my belly rumbling" you laughed as you leaned into him as he wrapped his hand around your stomach. "I have missed these mornings with you baby" Ruben muttered as he pressed his lips to your cheek. "I do too, feels really great that we actually have a day off together. Feels like it has been so long since we have had time just us. I have really needed this" you whispered. "We do need this" he mumbled as you cosied up closer to him. "What are you watching anyway?" you asked him as you glanced up at the TV. "No clue, never seen it before. But I am not watching the news. Shall we just start a series and make a proper relaxing day of this I think? because it is still super early. Unless you wanna take another nap because I am so sleepy still" you let out a loud yawn. "I'll just leave it on this if you want to sleep more, you have been working really hard this week no wonder you are tired. Then I can make us some breakfast if you want" Ruben suggested as you crawled out of bed, taking your dressing gown off. "Will you stay and cuddle me please?" you pleaded as you laid down beside him as you laid your head gently on his leg. "Of course I will angel" Ruben pressed a kiss to the side of your head as you cuddled up to him and slowly closed your eyes as you tried to get some sleep. That was how you spent the rest of the day, laying in bed and sleeping as much as you could.

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nishimuraazr1zzkiii · 1 year ago

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You big baby ༘⋆p.js

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༘⋆Genre: fluff

.ᐟWarnings: nothing too extreme.

❅WC: 0.6k

ᝰNotes: got inspired since someone I know cries everytime they get a fever and their suitor took care of them(made me feel single istg)

๋Thinking about how jay would take care of you when you have a fever especially if you cry when you have a fever.

On the first day of you fever, waking up to an afternoon sun shining directly in your already watery eyes and a cold towel on your forehead. Feeling around the bed, you don't feel jay next to you, already guessing that he must have left for work already.

Not having enough energy and you feel sluggish than usual, you stayed in bed for a few hours trying to fall back asleep since your fever was getting worse by the hour. Eventually your fever got worse to the point that tears started to well up in your eyes threatening to fall.

Just as you tried to sit up, you hear the front door open and quickly close, you figured it'd be jay since you weren't expecting any visitors but it was to early for him to be home.

The door to your creaks open, jay peaked from the door checking if you're awake or not. Seeing that you were sat in bed with tears in your eyes.

"Y/n! My love, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Jay rushed next to you and put down the plastic bag he was holding and cupped your cheeks while tears fell from your eyes as you sob quietly in jays arms. "I-i...don't k-know *hic* but m-my fever is ge-getting worse... " your voice trailed off by the end of your sentence, hearing this, jay immediately grabbed the plastic bag and took out a packet of pills, popping one out and grabbing the glass of water on your bedside table.

He gave you the pill and the glass of water, but you pushed it back to jay knowing you wouldn't be able to swallow the pill smoothly. "Ok y/n, I'll cook some soup for you and once I finish the soup, you can use it as a substitute for the water so you won't taste the pill" he got up from the bed and kissed your forehead, "get some rest while you wait, I'll leave the water and pills here if your thirsty" jay tucked you in bed and put a back the wet towel that was on your forehead and went out of the room.

You wake up a few hours later, you still felt like you were burning in a fire since your fever hasn't still cooled down, you hear the door open, showing jay holding a tray with a bowl of soup, a glass of water and the pills you still needed to take to make your fever go down.

"Is your fever still high Princess?" He put down the tray on the bedside table and checked your temperature and took the towel from your forehead away, "you should eat up and take the pill so the fever won't be so high tomorrow, do you need anything love?" You shook your head, indicating that you didn't need anything.

"alright then love, if you need me, I'll be down stairs cleaning all the dishes" but before jay had gotten a chance to stand up, you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards you on the bed "what is it love? Is there something wrong? " jay checked your temperature again "no... Can you.. Stay here with me for a while?" Your voice so quiet and soft that jay almost couldn't here you, he didn't say anything but he laid down next to you cuddling you to sleep, his face on your neck, your legs tangled together, his arm wrapped around your waist while the other one is under your head, jay softly caressing your hair, humming a soft tune lulling you both to sleep.

That's how the rest of your sick week has been. Waking up to jay cooking you breakfast and dinner, drinking your medicine, sleeping while waiting for jay to come back from practice, and cuddling to sleep.

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year ago

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Ghost Part 6

Synopsis: Jack confronts you to talk about what happened between the two of you the night before, and you tell him about your hesitations. He promises to give you all the time you need, but still hopes in the back of his mind that you'll say yes.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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The light was peeking through the windows in your hotel room as you had finally woken up. Immediately your mind went to what happened last night between you and Jack as you grabbed your phone from the nightstand to see what time it was.

The numbers 9:16 were staring back at you as the comforter was then thrown from your body. Swinging your legs over the bed, you went into the bathroom to start to get ready for the day. As you switched on the light and glanced into the mirror, you laughed quietly to yourself as you looked at your neck and saw the evidence that Jack had left behind further proving that the night before did in fact happen. Luckily you had brought your make-up with you to be able to cover it up.

Once you were dressed, you sat back down on your bed and proceeded to put on your necklace and bracelet when there was a sudden knock on your door. As you told them to come in, you were slipping on your shoes and when you looked up, Jack was in front of you.

“Uh hey, how does your back feel?” He asked and your heart couldn't help but to flutter as he sat down next to you.

“Much better.” You replied as you started to play with your bracelet, but Jack quickly took your hand in his.

“Are we going to talk about what happened last night?”

Glancing up at him with the intention to respond, you were interrupted by Ace coming in the room and making his presence known.

“Mommy!” Ace immediately greeted you and you noticed that he was already dressed and ready to start the day. It was obvious that Jack had gotten him up early while you were sleeping or it was the other way around.

“Hi bubs!” You excitedly responded as you picked him up to sit in your lap.

“Daddy let me have pancakes for breakfast.”

“Oh, did he now?

“Yes, because he said no when I asked him for a milkshake with whipped cream on top.”

Thank goodness you thought to yourself because you knew if Jack had let him have it that he would be bouncing off the walls for the rest of the day.

“Well the day is barely getting started, maybe he can get one for you later if you ask.” You told him as you looked at Jack and smiled.

“Please, daddy!?”

“Tell you what. We can go get one once we get home.”

“Okay!”

“Ace, can you do me a favor?” Jack asked him and he eagerly nodded as he moved from your lap to his.

“Can you go make sure all your toys are packed so we don't forget anything? I'll be there to help you in a minute.”

“You said I could have a milkshake so I guess we have a deal.”

When Ace was out of the room, Jack turned back to you and simply brushed a few stray curls out of your face as he waited for the silence to be broken.

He noticed that you weren't saying anything, so that meant that he had to be the one to do it.

“You don't have to give me an answer right now. But, I want this. I want you and I want us to be together. Not only for Ace, but because I miss how we used to be. Before all of the fighting and the pettiness.” Jack softly confessed.

“Jack…”

“What happened between us before will never happen again. I just want for us to have a fresh start without anything lingering over our heads. Last night really made me realize how much I missed us. Not because of how the night ended, but how basically the entire week went. We didn't fight, talked to each other about different things all while taking care of our child. I think it really hit me when you hugged me that night I called you to come over. That was the closest we had ever been since we made Ace. It caught me off guard, but it made me realize how much I love being around you and how amazing of a person that you are. I admit we still have a lot to learn about each other seeing as we weren't together for a long time, but what you have shown me so far is someone that I want in my life for the long haul. I just want you to think about it.”

As you sat there, digesting everything that he had just told you, all you did was nod before you could find your voice.

“Can I be honest?” You asked Jack and he once again put your hand in his, this time squeezing It.

“Of course.”

“I never admitted this out loud, but I saw a side of you that made me question who I had gotten into a relationship with in the first place. It clouded my head so much that I blocked out all of the good times that we had with each other before I told you about Ace. Not once did I talk bad about you in front of him, it really had me questioning if we would ever get back on the same page again. But, I don't think you realize just how bad you hurt me. I never wanted to trap you or hold you back in any way because I knew how much your career meant to you. All I ever wanted was for you to help me take care of Ace, that's all. A child that I never thought that I would be able to have and truth be told, I probably won't have any more after him. I just need you to understand why I'm hesitant about this. I can't let the way that you treated me slide like it never happened.”

“And I don't want you to. I admit to what I did and how I know that my parents raised me better than that. I was scared and it came out as me acting like an asshole towards you. And I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for it. You were literally going through everything alone and I had no idea and pushed you away. I know that they would have been supportive throughout the entire thing and that they would have welcomed you with open arms. You have my word that something like that will never happen again. I noticed when you were hurting, Ace would hurt too and that's the last thing that I would ever want.”

You slowly nodded your head letting Jack know that you understood where he was coming from.

“Like I said, just think about it.” Jack told you as he leaned closer to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead before standing up.

“I was serious when I mentioned how much I missed kissing you. Being able to do that all the time would be a plus.” He whispered in your ear before smirking and going to help Ace finish packing his bag.

When you all landed back in Louisville, Jack kept Ace for a few weeks so that you were able to have more time to yourself. During those weeks, you moved into the house that Jack had bought for you and you had been searching for another job. You didn't want to give Jack any inkling that you were trying to milk him for his money, even though knowing him he wasn't going to see it that way.

Job application after job application and interview after interview proved to come up empty and you knew it all had related back to your Only Fans account. When you and Jack actually decided to be in a relationship, you stopped making content but you kept your account active to get money which he wasn't aware of at the time. You hated asking people for help so if you were able to do it on your own, you were going to.

Ace was currently with Jack and you had promised them to come over and fix dinner for them since Ace had been asking you for eggplant parmesan. You absolutely lucked out in the kid department because there wasn't anything that Ace wouldn't try at least once and he actually liked eating vegetables.

Cursing silently as you glanced at the clock, you were about twenty minutes behind from the time that you told Jack that you would be leaving and sure enough a facetime call from him popped up on your phone.

“Hey.” You said while letting out a frustrated sigh.

“What's wrong? I thought you would have been here already. Ace keeps asking for you.”

“I promise that I'm coming. I was just trying to finish up a few things.”

“Hmm, how's the job search going?”

“I might as well file for unemployment at this point. Everyone says we love your resume and know that you would be a key asset to our team, until they find out about the Only Fans account. I think the district must have told all the schools not to hire me.”

“Let me ask you this. Have you ever thought of doing something completely different?”

“Different like what? And how? Jack, my degree is in early childhood education. I don't know how to do anything else. Maybe except to apply to be a porn star since I had my foot halfway in the door with that one.” You responded as you got up from your desk to make your way over to your closet to find something to wear. Your shower had been taken earlier and all you had to do was unwrap your hair and moisturize it.

“Y/N, I don’t want you to stress about this. I told you that anything that you need, I'll get you. The right opportunity will come along and you are definitely not doing porn.”

Nodding your head as you set your phone down in order to get dressed, you heard Jack sigh.

When he didn't hear anything, he spoke up again.

“Hurry up and get here so I can take your mind off of all this.”

Even though you were in the middle of getting dressed, you propped your phone up to look at him.

“Umm…” Jack started to say as his eyes went wide.

“Jack, your first idea to get me to relax should not be having sex with me.”

“It wasn't but well it's kind of hard not to seeing as you are giving me a free show.”

You looked at him confused and he gestured down to your chest. Looking down you immediately sighed, since your boobs were on display for him.

“Well what did you tell me? You've seen them before and even had them in your mouth so it shouldn't be a big deal.”

“Thank goodness Ace is playing with Clay and wasn't in here to see that. But I can put them in my mouth when you get here. I mean I'm not opposed.” Jack told you as he wiggled his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes.

“No, Jackman. We're cooking when I get there and besides, take me on a date first before we do all that again.”

“I’m trying to but you want to be superwoman all the time and it doesn't leave a lot of room for me. But I understand that it's all you knew for so long. I just want to help take some of the load off.”

“You can take some of the load off by…”

“Eating you out?”

“I…. Have all the ingredients out that I told you that I needed. I’m leaving in ten.” You responded as you laughed.

The two of you were moving around his kitchen as Clay kept Ace occupied. Well you were moving around the kitchen and cooking as Jack was simply admiring you. Many times he wanted to steal a kiss from you but didn't want to run the risk of Ace or Clay seeing. The last thing he would want is to get Ace’s hopes up and this falls through. It had been weeks since he had put the idea in your head of the two of you being together and you had yet to give him an answer.

“Jackman, you’re doing it again.” You told him as you laughed and squeezed the lemons that you intended to use for the fresh lemonade that you were making.

“Doing what?”

“Staring at me. I asked you a question about five minutes ago that you have yet to answer.”

“What did you ask me? And I can't help it if I have a pretty girl in my kitchen. I'd rather have you underneath me, but I'll take what I can get.”

“Cut it out, Harlow. I asked you if you wanted blueberry lemonade or lavender?”

Jack didn't get a chance to answer as his mother Maggie made her presence known.

“Oh, hi Y/N. I didn't know that you would be here.” She said, greeting you as she came over to hug you.

“I'm here too!” Jack piped up and both you and Maggie made a face at him.

“I just saw you the other day, it's been a while since I've seen Y/N.”

After the custody battle had gone to court, both of Jack’s parents reached out to you and said that they wanted a relationship with Ace despite the circumstances and what their son had done. They would invite you and Ace over for dinner often and once Jack found out, it gave him that much more motivation in order to repair his relationship with you. However, she didn’t know that you and Jack had been spending a lot of time with each other.

“How's everything?” She asked as she jumped in to help squeeze the lemons.

“Can't really complain too much. I'm okay for the most part.”

“Good, but if you need anything don't be afraid to ask. Jackman, make yourself useful and fill the pitcher halfway with water instead of staring at Y/N. You haven't taken your eyes off her since I walked in the door.”

“I…” Jack started to say and then immediately turned red making you laugh.

“Although it's nice to see you two getting along or what I assumed to be? I mean Y/N's here and hasn’t burned down your house even though she has every right to do so.”

“MOM!”

“Yes, my oldest child?” Maggie responded to Jack as you laughed again.

Soon the pitter patter of tiny feet were heard and you heard Ace yell excitedly before you had put eyes on him.

“Grandma!”

Maggie quickly turned around to catch him in her arms as he basically launched himself towards her.

“Hi my sweet Ace. You're getting so big! What are mommy and daddy feeding you?”

“Hot dogs.”

“Ace! We eat more than that when you come over here!” Jack said as he laughed.

Soon Clay came up next to you and bumped you on your shoulder while Maggie was occupied with Ace. You quickly smiled at him before starting to make the blueberry puree for the lemonade.

“I'm happy to see that you two are finally getting along.”

“Me too. We both just want the best for Ace and that includes us being able to get along with each other.”

“Ever since we came back from Boston it seems like something is different between you two.”

“How so?”

“I don't know exactly but Jack is just… Different. Not in a bad way, but…”

“He wants us to be together again.” You whispered and Clay’s eyes went wide.

“Oh….”

“Don't tell him that I told you that.”

“Well are you…..?”

“No, I have a lot to think about regarding making a decision as big as that one and I explained that to him.”

“Well whatever you decide, I'm going to support you 100%. It's been that way from the beginning and it's not about to change now. Yes, I want my brother to be happy but your happiness is important too.”

“I appreciate you saying that Clay. You've always been so nice and sweet to me. I don't take that for granted for a second. I've just gotten so used to the world being against me.”

“What are you two over here talking about?” Jack asked as he reached over you to attempt to steal one of the cookies that you had just baked, but you immediately smacked his hand.

“OW!”

“How incredibly nosey you are and you just proved my point.” You told him as you booped his nose.

“But I thought I was getting special treatment?”

“The only person that gets special treatment in this room is our child.”

“Just one?”

“No, Jackman.” You told him as you turned around and handed Ace a cookie.

“Oohh, thank you mommy!”

“SERIOUSLY?”

“You can wait until later.”

After dinner Jack was in the kitchen cleaning up while you were putting Ace to bed and Clay left making his way home since he told you that he had to catch an early flight to California in the morning.

Maggie decided to come and keep her oldest child company and began helping him dry the dishes as she spoke up.

“Jackman Thomas….”

“Uh, yes?”

“If you hurt that girl again, I will knock you into the next century.”

“Whaa?”

“You heard me. You put that girl through enough and truth be told how she can be open and pleasant with you is beyond me because of what you did to her.”

“I know I messed up, mom. You don't have to remind me.”

“But I do because all of this affects my grandchild.”

“I told her that I want us to be together again.” Jack quietly said and Maggie looked taken aback.

“And what did she say?”

“She told me she would think about it. It's been almost a month. I get it completely but I’m going to do right by her this time. I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“Wait, can you do me a favor?”

“What do you need?”

“Can you keep Ace tomorrow so that I can take Y/N out on a date?”

“Does she even know about this date?”

“Nope, I'm going to ask her later and I'm hoping that she says yes.”

“In that case I'm going to get you a Costco size box of condoms.”

“MOM!”

“Nothing wrong with being prepared. You already have one and you acted like he didn't exist. You got some sense knocked into you, but you do not need another one running around here. At least not yet.”

“Y/N can't even get pregnant. Well, that's actually what she told me the first time and…”

“And look how that turned out. Let's not take chances. As much as I want more, you still have a lot of learning to do.”

Once you closed the door to Ace’s room, you turned around as you felt someone behind you and was now face to face with Jack.

“Sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you.”

“It's fine. I was just about to leave anyway. He's sleeping.”

“But what if I don't want you to leave just yet?” Jack shyly asked and you couldn't help but to smile.

“Well I guess I could stay a little while longer.”

The two of you got settled in his backyard beside the pool and you were looking up at the sky admiring the stars when he caught your attention.

“I wanted to ask you something.” Jack asked as he grabbed your hand.

“Sure, what is it?” You replied as you turned to face him.

“Would you let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow night?”

“Hmm, I'd like that. What are we going to do with Ace?”

“I have all of it taken care of. The only thing I need you to do is look gorgeous which obviously isn't hard for you to do.”

You couldn't help but to do anything but smile as you looked away from him. He quickly turned your face back towards him as he planted his lips on yours.

You eagerly kissed him back as you swung your leg over to straddle him.

Once the two of you broke apart, you stayed in the same position as Jack wrapped his arms around you.

“Now this is the Jack that I remember starting to fall in love with.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow fic #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow imagines #jackman thomas harlow

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 1 year ago

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surprise! ( greg sanders x reader )

There were very few cases that didn't leave a lasting impression on the team, but this case exceeded all the brutality that the team had worked on and even when you were at home in your apartment, your mind was working on the case, making it impossible to go to sleep.

The moment you found out you were pregnant, you changed your old habits, never skipping a meal, sneaking a snack or two, and starting to take vitamins, however, this case made you feel queasy and it was easy to fall into old habits, and so you skipped meals, forgot to take the vitamins and didn't get the rest your body desperately needed.

After five days of neglect your body was feeling the effects and you did your best to shrug off the nausea and exhaustion as you continued to run tests in the lab.

"Please, please, please, be good news." You muttered as you walked to the printer, picking up the results.

"Hey, how's it goin'?" Nick asked. "Got the results yet?"

"Just got 'em." You replied, turning to him with a smile. Your brow furrowed when your footing wobbled and Nick looked at you worriedly, stepping forward.

"Hey, hey, you okay?"

You shook it off and handed him the results. "Ballistics on the gun were a match. The test I ran on the sample from on the sole of the boots revealed that Hodges was right. Desert Mariposa Lily."

You walked to the desk to fetch the photos you had taken to show the bullets matched the gun Nick and Catherine had found at the crime scene, running a hand over your forehead which felt hot to the touch.

Nick heard the clatter of test tubes hitting the floor and rushed over to your side, rolling you gently onto your back. "Y/N! Y/N!" He looked at the doorway, "I need some help in here!"

Hearing the commotion, Catherine, Ray, and Greg rushed into the room and your boyfriend quickly knelt beside you, glancing at Nick.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. She just collapsed." Nick moved aside to let Ray take a look at you and Greg looked at your cheek and forehead which had small pieces of glass from the broken test tubes embedded in the skin.

"It's likely that she fainted, but she should have woken up by now. She must've hit her head on the way down. She needs to go to the hospital." Ray explained, looking at Greg whose eyes widened, nodding his head.

He picked you up off the floor, and Nick followed him when he carried you out of the room, "I'll come with you."

The two CSIs raced through the streets of Las Vegas to the nearest hospital and Nick helped hold doors while Greg carried you inside. "We need a doctor!"

Greg was instructed by a nurse to place you down on a bed a few moments later and walked down the hallway with the nurses as Nick recounted what happened.

"Are you family?" One of the nurses asked as a doctor walked into the room.

"Colleague," Nick replied.

"Boyfriend," Greg answered, looking over her shoulder to watch as the doctor listened to your heart, checking your pulse, instructing the three nurses around the bed.

"You'll have to wait outside then." She smiled apologetically and Greg opened his mouth to argue, but the nurse interrupted him, "Please, we'll keep you notified if we find out anything."

Greg and Nick reluctantly made their way out of the room and the former ran a hand through his hair, leaning against the wall. Nick's cell phone rang and he informed Greg it was Catherine, before answering it.

For over an hour, the two CSIs remained outside your room while the doctor and the nurses came and went and Greg grew more restless. Nick left down the hallway to find coffee and returned with two cups, holding one out to Greg who thanked him.

"She's a tough one. She'll be fine." Nick reassured him.

As evening turned into night and night became early morning, Greg was approached by the doctor who informed him of the various tests he had done, and their results.

"Pregnant?" Greg echoed.

The doctor nodded, "Almost seven weeks. It's been over twelve hours since she last ate, that's my best guess anyway. When she fainted due to exhaustion and malnourishment, she hit her head pretty hard. We're gonna monitor her for a concussion. But all signs say the baby is healthy. Just make sure she keeps hydrated and eats something."

Noticing Greg was in a state of shock, Nick thanked the doctor, shaking his hand before he left. He looked at Greg when he lowered his gaze to the floor contemplatively.

"Why wouldn't she tell me?"

"Odds are she planned to and given the work that we do, never found the right time." Nick reasoned. "Doc says she's awake."

Greg nodded slowly, heading towards your room before turning to Nick, and thanking him.

"I'll leave you two to it." He grinned before walking away.

Greg entered the room and you turned your head, the glass removed from your skin and closed with butterfly closure strips. You looked at your boyfriend as he approached the bed, smiling softly.

"Hey," You greeted timidly.

"Hey," Greg flashed a smile, "How are you feeling?"

"Like an idiot."

He shook his head, "Don't be. I know what it's like to get wrapped up in a case. But I wasn't eating for two."

Your eyes widened for a moment before you realized the doctor must've told him. "The doc told you."

"Yeah." He reached out to move your hair away from your forehead, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I wanted to!" You sighed, "I had a big surprise planned, a nice dinner and a present. I special ordered this hat online that said CSI in training on it."

Greg smiled, feeling a weight off his shoulders. "I thought that you didn't say anything because…well, of me."

You shook your head, taking his hand. "I just wanted it to be special, you know?"

Greg ran his thumb over your hand, "If it helps, I was surprised."

"A happy surprise?"

"Very." He smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

You placed a hand on his cheek, running your thumb back and forth along his cheekbone. "I love you. And I'm sorry for scaring you." You knew how you would react if you rushed into a room and he was unresponsive and felt guilty for the worry you had caused him and the team.

"From now on, you will never miss a meal. I will sit and watch you if I have to." A small smile formed on his lips as he leaned in to kiss you tenderly, pulling back moments later to whisper, "And for the record, I love you too."

When you returned home to your apartment the next afternoon, you revealed the spot you hid your gift for Greg and his eyes lit up when he saw the tiny hat. He brought you into his arms as he kissed your head, telling you how much he loved you. He couldn't imagine embarking on this new chapter of life with anyone else.

You returned to work a few days later and were greeted by the team congratulating you on your pregnancy. The case was closed and soon you found yourself immersed in another. Catherine was always checking in with you, making sure you had eaten and even bringing you snacks from the vending machine. Nick refused to let you carry anything heavy, even if it was a dusty box of old forensic files.

You believed things would settle down in a week or so, but it only got worse throughout your pregnancy. Ray was a godsend when the morning sickness hit and when you were working long hours he always made sure you got plenty of rest.

When your baby was born you knew that they was going to be surrounded by a group of hardworking CSIs who would love them dearly. As you looked around the table as everyone reviewed old files, you recalled the moment you suspected you were pregnant, leading to you taking a test at home while Greg was watching a movie. You had been dating for a little over a year, working together for three years, and it shocked you when it came back positive. You believed it would spell the end of your relationship, or be the reason you broke up further down the line. But as you looked at your boyfriend as he read a case file, you knew this was how it was meant to be - that you two were meant to be.

Little did you know that Greg had a hiding spot of his own. A ring box was stashed away until it was time for your date. He had made reservations at one of the hottest restaurants in town, booked months in advance, and he couldn't wait to surprise you.

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asmutwriter · 2 days ago

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The Gangsta's Wife (Part 18)

DESCRIPTION: You trick your husband

WORD COUNT: 1365

A/N - Only been 7 months since we last heard from our favourite gangsta family. I do hope you enjoy this part as I slowly start to write my fan fiction stories once again.

From Beginning / Previous / Next / Master List

WARNINGS: honestly none that I can see, its slightly out of character for Tommy but I quite like how warm he's gotten towards Florence

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story does not follow the timeline of the show

Not been proof read

It had been a month since your mother had come back into your life. Two weeks since valentines day. Not that you celebrated it. Your husband didnt do that kidn of thing. That was for romantic couples.

The pastbfew weeks you had been spending time with your mother instead. Updating her on your life as she updated you on hers. You told her about your step mum. Introduced her to your sisters. Even allowed her to hold Charlie - though you were very cautious about that at firts. Staying only a foot away from them as they sat very still on the sofa.

You tell your mum about the life you had up in London. Why you moved down to Birmingham. How you met Thomas. The truth as to how you'd met him. Telling her it was business matter. She understood. She was your mum. Of course she understood.

You sit in the living room. You are chatting away with ypur family. Your mum, sisters and son having joined you. It was after dinner and you were just winding down from a nice family day. Thomas had been working today. Since early so you hadn't seen him at all. That wasnt unusual. Espeically recently. Due to the sudden appearence of your mother he had grown distant.

You guessed why. He didnt trust her. And you told her everything. He didnt blame you. Of course hendidnt. He'd tell his mum everything if she was still alive. But she wasnt his mum. So why should he trust her? You were trying to warm them up to each other. You really were. Forcing them to have meals in the same room if appricable. Even then your husband would say he'd already eaten or he wasnt hungry.

It was hard seeing him grow distant again. You had grown fond of him adn the bond you two had created over the past few years. To see him easily push that away did hurt you. Though you would never tell him that. Instead you copied him. Pushing the emotions down. Deep into your gut.

Here you were. Reading your son a story as your sisers and mum listen too. Mary and Elizabteh on one sofa. Your mum in the armchair. You finish the story. Shutting it as your child goes to reach for another book. You give out a small chuckle. Pickin him up under his armputs.

"I dont think so young man. Its bed time". He giggles. Trying to wiggle away. "Come on. Lets get you to bed". You stand. Turning to your family and giving a smile as you deal with a squirming boy in your grasp. "Give me half n hour to put him to bed and I'l be back. We can play a game or something". They nod. Saying goodnight to their grandson or nephew in turn.

Taking the wriggly child to his bedroom. Putting him in bed. He cries out. "Dad dad dad dad"

"I know you want your dad but he was working today"

"Dad dad dad dad"

"I know sweet boy. I'll try and talk to him when I next see him. See if he can come and say hi to you before work or something".

"Mum mum mum mum"

"What is it?" He holds his arms out to you.

"Mum mum" he babbles. You cave. Reaching into his cot and picking him up. Going and sitting onto the chair youd cleverly decided to place in the bedroom. Singing softly to him as you rest him on your front. Stroking his back as you try and coax him to sleep.

About 20 minutes of this he finaly goes down. You stand. very, very carfeully. Creeping over to the bed. Laying him down as gently as you can. You succesfully deliver him to his cot. Internally dancing with glee as you turn. A shadowed figure in the doorway. You freeze. Trying to make out the shape. You recognise it but...

You half smile. Making your way to your husband. Gently placing a hand on his chest as you push him into the hallway. "Ive jus put him down to sleep" you whisper. Pulling the door behind you shut. Eyes going to his icy blue orbs. He looked annoyed. ANgry. Your hand remains on his chest as you try searching for an ounce of any positive emotion. He speaks first.

"How was your day?" You nod slightly.

"It was good. I took mum and Charlie to the duck pond. Then Mary and Elizabeth came back here for dinner". He watches you. A younger you wouldve been scared of the look he had in his eyes. But you knew your husbdand. This was his fed up with everything look. You knew you werent the cause behind his anger. "Did you have a good day at work?" Though you know what he'll say.

"Not entireyl". You give a nod. Your mind not paying attention to his hands sitting onto the curve of your hips.

"Anything I can do to help?" He just watches you. Your eyss dart to the white of his shirt peaking out from his waistcoat. You bring your other hand up. Neatening his already perfect tie. "You know Ive been told Im good at helping people with their problems". His stern face breaks slightly. His lip twists up at your words before falling back to his deadpan tone.

"Not unless you know anything about the Miller family". You glance your eyes back to his. Hands flat against his chest as you think.

"Why are you interested in the Millers?"

"Do you know them?"

"Answer my question first". He watches you. A flash of annoyance in his eyes. Now he was angry at you. For questioning him. He knew you would. It still annoyed him.

"THey are a family whove Ive grown an interest in for reasons you do not need to know". You give a nod.

"What kind of information are you looking for?" Flash of that same anger.

"Careful what you ask Florence". You run your tongue over your teeth. Taking in a breath.

"I have infromtaion that I could give. But it may not be relavent. Do you need blackmail information. Times and places of where they drink and what time they go to sleep. Information of who they run their companies with". You tilt your head. Eyes darting to his lips before speaking again. "knowing they go to bed at exactly 8 may not be useful blackmail". He half smiles.

"Times, places, and blackmail".

"Only if you prmise me something?" He watches you. Silently asking for the second part of yur sentence. "You have to promise me you wotn harm the children".

"I dont hurt children".

"I know but... prmoise me. Please?" He runs a tongue over his bottom lip. Giving a nod. "I need to hear you say it"

"I promise I wont hurt the children". You smile. You go to speak but your eyes get drawn past your husband. Seeing Your mother. You smile at her. He turns. Moving from your frame. You hadnt noticed hed been slowly pushing you further into the wall. Body getting closer.

"Hey mum" you gleefully say. Noticing Tommy has retreated from you entirely. Body a few feet from yours. Distrusting you once again. Youd gotten so bloody clse to breaking down these new walls. Your eyes flutter. A pang of sadness filling your chest as you look at him. Drawing your attention back to your mother smile. Smiling at her.

"I hope I wasnt interu;ting anything". You shake your head. Eyes going back to Thomas before her. He was watching your mum like a predator on prey. Smiling back at your mum. "We were just discussing how nice it would be for Thomas to join us tomorrow. Take the day off of work and spend the day with his family". You look at him. A fake innocence in your eues as you look at him. A smile adorning your face. He puts on an equally false smile. Turning between you and your mum.

"It sounds wonderful". Your smile turns true as you take his wrist into your hands.

"What are we planning tomorrow then?"

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halaboyz · 1 year ago

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lost times, seungyoun

(ex) bf! cho seungyoun x gn! reader angst, breakup au wc: 3.3k warnings: none that i know of a/n: I MISS MY BABY AND I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANY ANGST FOR HIM SO !

"Youn, baby, what time do you get off work?" You coo through the phone, smiling as you fixed your things. "I just got off mine, I was planning on asking you out if you'll be out early,"

"Ah..." Seungyoun sighs, and you instantly knew what it meant.

"Overtime again?" You smile drops, pouting. "I can't do anything about that, then," You press your lips to a thin line, stepping out of the company building to look at the sky. What a waste, the weather was perfect today.

"I'm sorry. I'll be home late again, so make sure you lock the door and sleep tight," You nod at no one in particular, humming in response.

"Just make sure you have your Saturday night free for me," You remind, and you hear him chuckle.

"Of course, that's our fourth year anniversary. Would miss anything for that night,"

"Okay, then. Get working," You smile again hearing his response, bidding goodbye. "I'm going home now, I'll just send you a text when I do. Please get some rest when you can, and don't overwork! Just work how much you're paid," You joke around, ending the call after you get a response.

Your smile still drops after you hear the call ending, though. It was such a beautiful night, neither cold or hot, streets weren't as crowded as weekend nights, and you were still on your best condition.

But that's alright. For Seungyoun, it was alright. You understand that he's doing a lot more work than usual due to employee promotion right at the corner.

Yet you can't help the feeling of another night of surging in the loneliness as you walk home, wind gushing right through your face. It wasn't cold nor hot, but it was chilly for you. You had another night to yourself, with no one to hold on to, and no one to lean on to.

The feeling worsens when you realize that because of the good weather, a lot more couples were walking around, lovey-dovey and touchy while being in their own world. You can be like that too. You know you could be like that too.

If only he had given you the same amount of attention he did with his work.

If only he had prioritized you as well. You're not asking for much, you don't even ask to prioritize you more than his work. Just as much as his work. Just as much as he promised you when he gave you a promise ring.

To make you happy in all ways.

So how could you be so down now for a few weeks straight already?

Look, you're not hanging on him like he's your lifeline-- but who would be okay with only seeing your live-in boyfriend when you're lucky you're still awake by the time he's home? Or lucky when you wake up before he does to go to work? Or when the world's upside down and he actually has a day off?

"So... he's not your boyfriend." And when you actually, finally, open this up to someone, your bestfriend Yibo, he hits you with his words so bluntly.

"What part did you miss, Yibo? He's your friend too," You roll your eyes, not getting into his sarcasm.

"He's basically just your roommate," He scoffs, putting his drink down.

"I, for sure, shouldn't have asked you to hang," You mumble, nibbling your fries.

"Well, I guess the night was too young and pretty to pass up on," He gets one of your fries and pops it into his mouth, "If this was going on for so long, how come you're only telling me now?"

"It was our problem, of course we had to solve it,"

"How come you're solving it alone then?" He points out, grit in his tone of voice, anxious to make you get his point. "You see, what's the point of having a boyfriend if your life is as is? It's literally just more problems, isn't it?"

"Yibo," You sternly call out, making him sigh and nod.

"Okay, fine," He tries to calm you down, "I just don't really get it, y/n. He's not doing you any better. You try to work it out, but he's not even there! So what's the point?" His ted talk was short, but critical to you. It was what you needed, his bluntness. He wasn't going to sugarcoat things for you, to be able to lift yourself up from drowning. "You're my friend, he's my friend. I want the best for the both of you and if it means being better all together or not, I am going to vote on that,"

You were both silent for a few minutes before a call breaks it, vibrating in your pocket. You take it out to look at the caller ID, showing it to him.

"I'll go to the washroom real quick, take that."

You sigh, smiling at him then at the phone, actually wondering if you answer it or not. Your thumb glides to answer it anyway, whipping the phone to your ear.

"Hey, baby," You hum, ever so sweetly.

"Oh hey love," Seungyoun calls you through the phone, hearing papers being tossed. "I was just wondering if you're home yet. You haven't texted,"

"Oh, right. Sorry, I asked Yibo to hang tonight. The weather was too nice to pass on," You took Yibo's words to say and repeat, shaking your head. "Sorry. I forgot to send you a text. Are you done with work?"

"I actually am, where are you? Maybe I can drop by and get you," The slightest hope was what keeps you going. What keeps you holding. The slightest efforts, the slightest trying to make it better. You smile, now a genuine one, propping up your seat as you see Yibo walking out of the washroom and back to the table.

"Wait for me there, I'll go there." You mumble, not wanting Yibo to hear it but he had elephant ears. You hear Seungyoun chuckle when he hears your excitement, mumbling a "Love you, stay safe." before ending the call.

"Come on," Yibo grunts, seeing your smile slowly go bigger and bigger. "Okay, whatever. But don't tell me I didn't talk to you about this,"

"I'll make sure to talk to him about this, too, Yibo. Don't worry! I'll get going now," You rush out of the table, side hugging him. "This is my treat!"

Walking to Seungyoun's company wasn't long, but you sure took your time. You've thought a lot on the walk, Yibo's words lingering in your mind.

"Hey baby," You shake your head to forget all about it just this night, seeing Seungyoun patiently waiting for you outside his company. You hop to his side, giving him a big warm hug.

"Baby," Seungyoun whispers as he burrows himself in the crook of your neck, finding home in your scent and warmth. "Missed you,"

"Missed me? We brushed each other this morning," You chuckle, breaking the hug to take a good look on his face. Initially, you were still up in offering a walk down the road, but the tired look on his face makes you rethink.

"Literally. Brushed. When I was leaving you just got out of bed," Seungyoun pouts, squinting at you. "Don't tell me you didn't miss me,"

"I bet I missed you more," You challenge, confidently raising your shoulders. He laughs wholeheartedly, taking you into his arms again with a sigh of contentment. You caress his back, melting into his arms. "Let's go home?" You feel him shake his head, staying a bit longer in your arms as you both stay like that in silence.

"Don't you wanna go for a walk? Or do you wanna go somewhere?"

See? It's the little things, little efforts that Seungyoun does to keep you on your toes. That keeps you from leaving. The little trying to be better for you. You smile, cupping his red cheeks. You stare a little longer, slowly shaking your head.

"It's fine, we can go home now. We're both tired," You try and assure him, thumb rubbing his cheeks to keep it warm.

" Did you have too much fun with Yibo? Should I get jealous?" Seungyoun makes you snort when his reply leaves his lips, pressing his cheeks together as he raises his eyebrows.

"Are you crazy? I literally left Yibo for you." It was true. The moment his call connected, you knew you were going to come running for him anyway. "Besides, I don't wanna tire you out when we can rest the night as early as we can, right?"

Seungyoun smiles as he gently places his palm over your cheeks as well, rubbing his thumbs over it.

"Okay." He finally agrees, walking hand in hand as you walk down the road to your humble abode. You spent the night cuddling and sleeping in each other's arms, or at least he did.

You were up all night rethinking all of Yibo's words, and Seungyoun's broken promises.

You shuffle around your sheets as you stretch around your bed, trying to find some warmth that your sheets can't give you. When you reach out beside you, it was already empty. You sigh. Like any other day.

When you look at your phone, you realize you've only been asleep for an hour and had some time to stare at the ceiling once again.

"Missed him," Like, literally both meanings of miss.

Do you even deserve any of this? You ask yourself for the nth time. It wasn't even since last night, or since Yibo talked to you. It was since the day you first felt so empty. The day you were alone, lonely, and empty, and Seungyoun wasn't there to console you, comfort you. And not that he wasn't able to, he just chose not to. Picking work over you, that god time whoever even invented overtime, he did it again.

Do you deserve sitting alone in the corner of your shared apartment, feeling alone, lonely, empty once again, even though there were signs of life of Seungyoun every inch of the apartment? Where there were hundreds of picture frames either hanging or standing ever so proudly on top of tables, pictures of when you were both still on your prime time?

Do you deserve crying, oh so god help you, exhausted and unaware of the time quickly passing through the whole day of your day off?

Did you deserve it?

"Baby, I'm home..." You hear Seungyoun enter the bedroom doors, shuffling to finally get in bed after a whole (and extra) day of working in his office. You quickly shut your eyes to pretend sleep, feeling him squat beside the bed on your side and look at you.

His warm palm rubs your cheeks that were red from all the crying wiping you did all day, noticing your puffed eyes also. He sighed, knowing that there was something going on again and you haven't had the leisure to share it with him. Of course, he was unaware that it was because of his absence due to work.

Because if you had a problem, you wouldn't mind sharing it with him anytime, right?

"I love you baby, good night." He whispers, landing a peck in your forehead and heading to the bathroom to wash himself up before actually diving into your warmth.

But for some reason, it was too cold for the both of you.

You, having to skip bedtime due to your muffled sobs, hopping out of bed to avoid waking Seungyoun up and continuing your breakdown in the dark living room. And Seungyoun, having to reach at the side of the bed to continuously find your warmth.

Only did he realize that there really was something wrong when you don't come back to the bed and he wakes up groggy because of it.

Until he has to leave. Again.

He watches you stir in your sleep on the couch, hesitating whether to wake you up or just carry you to the bed without having to wake you. He decides on the latter and thankfully, you were on your deep slumber (you weren't) that he didn't need to feel apologetic waking you accidentally.

He sighs as he drinks his morning coffee, watching the dark skies form dark clouds as it prepares to greet the sun. Maybe you were just finding the right time to share everything with him. Maybe that was it.

Until he continues to hear your helpless sobs outside the bedroom doors for a few more sleepless nights, and he knew it. He finally knew, he finally realized.

Of course it was about him. About the two of you. That's why you weren't able to share anything with him at all, and how you avoided him for a few nights already by having to sleep early or continue to sleep unbothered when he carries you from the couch to the bed.

Or hasn't it been always that way?

That when he arrives home, it is always too late in the night that you don't have any other choice but to sleep, because how can you wait for him when you have your work yourself too? That when he has to leave at literally dawn, of course, you were still sleeping soundly until he's gone?

Has it always been this way? Has he? Was he prioritizing things wrong? Is he doing something wrong?

Is there something wrong?

But the fact that you knew that he knew you were sobbing endlessly at night when he feigns sleep, the fact that you knew that he knew that he was leaning just at the other side of the door of the bedroom, waiting for your sobs to stop and leave when he has to leave, the fact that you knew he knew there was something wrong, but did nothing but avoid it and avoid talking about it and avoid you...

Finally, was your last straw.

And it was your fourth anniversary.

For the first time in ages, he's left his office desk while the sun was still there, peeking at the horizon while it prepares to go down, and he's hesitant of how the rest of the night will become.

You haven't talked to him after that night you cuddled each other, but he had to leave early again, as always, and the next night was your absolutely not first night of crying of the many.

He dropped by somewhere before he had no idea where he was headed next, because oh god he didn't even have the time to plan anything, and you haven't even texted or called or showed your face to hi pm the whole day.

Okay, home it was. At least he was positive that you were going to be there.

Both of you should be fine by now, right? You could at least talk it all out tonight, right? Make things right.

He fiddled with the velvety box he had tucked so deep in his pockets, heading home with a heavy chest and a sigh.

"Baby," He picks up a smile, removing his shoes and heading inside to find you, only to be welcomed with the coldest air he has ever felt in his life. His eyes wander around, feet busy to search every room for you, until you are both in the kitchen, meeting eye to eye.

You had a glass of water in your hand, puffy red eyes and dressed up. Oh, you weren't dolled up for a date. You were just... simply dressed up, like, about to leave.

"Y/n."

"Seungyoun, can we talk?" You try to pull a smile, which ends up being way worse than you could imagine as it immediately drops, sitting at the four seater dining table that felt so much longer and far away from Seungyoun.

Finally. A talk.

"Happy fourth year anniversary, baby." Seungyoun starts, trying to reach for your enclosed hand on top of the table but your hands timidly retreat before even falling for his warmth all over again. He feels discouraged and embarrassingly draws back as well, heaving a sigh as both of his hands intertwine in shame.

He knew what was coming and was afraid of it. It wasn't what he was expecting, if he could be in denial of it until his last breath, he will be.

Silence. there was nothing between you, no exchanged words but longing stares, enveloped in silence, and foreseen tension.

"Youn," You call out, but rather than his eyes staying at you, it goes down to his hands. He cannot see you like this. It breaks him how much it breaks you to even open the conversation up. "Youn..." You whine, tears already forming and quickly escaping your eyes in vain.

"Do we really have to talk about this now? Tonight? A special night?" He exasperatingly sighs, frowning and almost scowling at you, yet he still denies any eye contact.

"Would you even have any time for that? When you don't even have time to ask me if I'm okay?" You rebut, voice slightly raising. "I've been having sleepless nights, drowning myself in my own tears and my own thoughts every night you're soundly sleeping, and you don't even ask how I am?"

Exhaustion was evident in your eyes as you begged for an answer. Sobs were already heaving out of you, but it doesn't make him budge.

"Let's..." You sigh out, realizing he's not even putting up a fight. You ease the promise ring out of your finger, setting it gently on the table. "...stop whatever this is, Cho Seungyoun."

When you played around with your finger and got the ring out only did Seungyoun look at you in horror. He thought he could talk you out of this. He was doing all of this for you now, wasn't he? Wasn't he doing enough? Didn't he show you enough?

"I don't see any reason in staying, Seungyoun. If I said I'm sorry for leaving like this... then it wouldn't prove anything I thought and did for you so I'm not going to ask forgiveness at all." You have finally calmed down, but your tears haven't. It was falling continuously like a river, and you were too tired to even wipe it.

God knows how much Seungyoun wanted to wipe it off himself. The last thing he wanted, the thing he'd beat anyone to a pulp if you did- cry, was something he'd take to the grave. It would let him haunt himself through his remaining years because he did that.

How could he even?

"Baby..." He tried, a late cover up for all his shortcomings, finally giving up his ego and trying to reach for your hand. You let him, caressing your hands in desperation. You both cry in anguish, in pain. Like the both of you were set up in torture the next day.

You sob helplessly, letting your head drop to try and catch your breath to no avail.

"Baby please," He calls out, "Hmm?" Trying to convince you with a death grip and a smile, but you shake your head.

"I should go," You stand up, letting his hand fall to the table with a thud. When his hand met the table, he knew it indeed was the end. "I wish you the best, Youn. You've been great, we have been. It just fell short,"

He looks down in shame, letting his hand stay in place where you left it.

Because maybe, maybe you'd come back, right?

You will, right?

But when he realizes that he was waiting for nothing, hours passed and in the middle of his lonely, cold night, he wakes himself up in reality.

He's done you wrong, and you made the right decision leaving. You didn't deserve that, but did he?

He reaches for the envelope and the velvety box in his pocket, staring at it.

A promotion letter and a notice of increased pay, and of course, an engagement ring.

He now had everything he wanted- for him and for you. But at what cost?

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Once the end of the week came, Simon was anxious to have his much-needed - and well deserved - paid vacation. He had worked an additional ten hours of overtime to get things done, but it didn't come without being stressed and overwhelmed. He embraced his usual routine, walking into their home and greeting Jacob and Evie in their cribs before quietly walking into the living room to glance over at Baler, seeing him sleeping on the couch. Simon wouldn't admit it, but he was impressed by how much the teenager's behavior had improved over the last few days - how he managed to be first to the barn in the morning and catching on rather quickly with the barn routine and horse care routine, how polite he was when he met Kiera's parents for dinner his second night at the household, and how he had quickly earned his sanction back into staying in their home.

Although it didn't mean he didn't slip beneath Simon's radar when it came to keeping a close eye on him.

"You're up early, love." Simon grinned, leaning against the doorframe of the nursery, his eyes fixated on Kiera as she clutched Jacob close to her chest, rocking him slowly back and forth in a last-minute attempt to soothe him from his fit.

"I feel bad." She frowned.

"Why?"

"I was sleeping too hard or something," She explained, sighing. "I didn't hear him crying through the baby monitor and Baler actually woke me up to tell me one of them was crying."

"He came into our bedroom?"

"Yeah? It's not a federal crime, Simon. I know it's out of respect, but he had a reason to."

"I guess," He shrugged. "But don't feel guilty about not hearing Jacob cry."

"I can't help but feel guilty. I didn't wake up because I didn't hear him cry. I was sleeping too hard and I'm not sure how long he was crying for."

"Kiera. That's not it. You haven't been sleeping decent since you came home from the hospital. It's not your fault that you were in a deep sleep. I think it's your body telling you that you need rest."

"I shouldn't need rest, though. I barely do anything it feels like. I haven't been cleared to go back to work yet and I can barely do anything without getting winded. I feel so lazy-"

"Stop," He sighed, stepping close to her and kneeling next to the rocking chair. "You're not lazy. And just because you haven't been cleared to go back to work doesn't mean you haven't been productive. You're always doing something. This house is clean enough to where you can eat from the floor and taking care of these little loves and keeping your eye on a troubled teenager. Do you not believe me when I say you're mum of the year?"

She couldn't help but blush at his words, "I hear it every time you say it, babe. Every time you do, I have a sliver of hope that I could bring a pair of another set of twins."

"Don't tempt me, love," He chuckled, leaning up to press a kiss to her temple. "If that's what you want, then I'll make it happen."

"Although I wouldn't mind waiting a couple of years before trying again. I couldn't imagine being pregnant again when they're not even a year old yet." She hummed.

"Whenever you're ready," He nodded, leaning up to press a kiss to her temple. "I'm going to go take a shower before I lay down. Care to join me?"

"I will. Although I'm in the mood for a hot bath," She sighed. "My back has been killing me."

"Then a bath it is. I'll meet you in there, yeah?"

"When he calms down and goes back to sleep." She smiled up at him, seeing the excitement in his tired eyes.

"Do you need help with anything?"

"Not this time, babe. I have it all under control," She shook her head. "Their bottles are already made and I have Baler's lunch packed for him when he goes to the barn."

Simon nodded, reaching out to tuck a piece of her stray hair behind her ear, taking note of how tucking her hair out of her face was last on her agenda when it came to tending to her child. He knew she was exhausted, but even with a flushed complexion, sore breasts, an aching back, and swollen feet, he couldn't resist obsessing and admiring how she seemed to make tending to their infants easy. Natural.

Being a mum is the most beautiful thing about you, love.

A thought that crossed his mind every single day.

With a last glance at her from over his shoulder, he began to remove his tactical vest and holsters from his waist, setting them on the chair in their bedroom that was tucked between the wall and the dresser, removing his weapons and putting them in the small safe that sat under the chair, concealed by a decorative blanket that Kiera would drape over the chair, the fabric smelling of softener and a hint of his cologne that he put on every day, knowing Kiera loved it when he would come home smelling of the fragrance she had gifted him for his birthday and Christmas.

He sat his phone on his side of the bed, carelessly neglecting its need for a full charge as he took note of the time being a quarter past eight - way past his usual time he would usually lay down for bed. A bath with her is worth staying up for, he thought, pushing the thought of sleep from his mind to make time to spend with her, thankful that they both had the option to go to sleep whenever they desired instead of wondering when they'd get the chance for rest when they were on deployment together. And to think if I would've pushed her away instead of getting to know her, I'd probably be sitting in the desert somewhere by now...

As he waited on Kiera to finish up soothing Jacob from his early morning fit, he rid his body of the sweat and exhaustion with a quick and productive shower, desperately wanting to enjoy the bath with Kiera instead of worrying about ridding his body of the night's work as well as the thin layer of sweat that caked his skin. With a towel around his waist while he let the water run for the bath, he searched in the closet for the basket of bath bombs Kiera obsessed over. He always wondered why she spent so much time in the bathtub, wondering what could be so fascinating or enjoyable about sitting in hot water, but he quickly found his answer when becoming a father fell into the mix, beginning to enjoy the peace and quiet in either the early morning or late evening as well as the entertainment of watching Kiera find it amusing how the bath bomb fizzed and dissolved away within a matter of minutes.

And their intimate moments in the bath was a plus, too.

A few minutes later, her voice broke the low tone of the running water, causing Simon's gaze to look at her through the mirror as he brushed his teeth, ridding his mouth of the excess toothpaste before turning to her with a warm grin. "The water isn't three-hundred degrees like you prefer, but it's pretty hot." He exaggerated, winning a soft laugh from her lips.

"For a man that's not afraid of anything, you sure are nervous when it comes to taking a hot bath."

"I'd prefer to keep my skin from sticking to the tub when I go to get out."

She arched her brow, "Uh huh. Remind me to bring a violin next time."

"I didn't know you could play a violin."

"I can't, but anything to drown out your complaints of hot water." She giggled.

"Fair enough," He shrugged, chuckling before he approached her, the sight of her in a silk robe nearly driving him wild. "I'll tweak the water heater so it'll be four-hundred degrees for you."

"Make it five. I still have extra burn cream." She smiled.

He huffed at the memory, hating when she joked about it - or any of her traumatic memories for that matter - but somehow found himself curious as to how she seemed so comfortable to joke about things she had been through. Laughter is a coping mechanism, he would remember her saying, although the phrase never failed to make him frown at the thought.

"I'd prefer you to not have to use that stuff again," He sighed, glancing at the puffy scar that snuck over her shoulder, lightly tracing the pad of his index finger against its edge. "Can I get my morning kiss?"

She giggled, "You know I'd never turn it down."

He smiled as she lifted herself onto her toes as she wrapped her arms around his neck, rewarding him with a warm kiss while his hands fell to her waist, his index and middle fingers clasping the excess fabric of her silk robe between his fingers and thumb. He watched as her tongue briefly appeared to lick her bottom lip before he kissed her forehead, leaning down to turn off the water as she got herself a towel. "Did you pick out a bath bomb?"

"The bombs I pick turn into a weapon of mass destruction, not a ball of glitter," He poked. "Besides, I didn't know what season you were in the mood for."

She couldn't help that she loved having seasonal decorations, especially little things around the house such as wax melts and bath bombs, but she could partially blame her mother for her seasonal decoration obsession.

That, and it was comforting to her.

Simon wasn't complaining - if he were to admit, he'd rather religiously rid his body of excess glitter from a stupid bath bomb if it meant she was happy. It's also better than ridding my body of blood and lead...

Never in a decade would I have thought I'd have a firecracker of a fiancé and two kids, he thought. And never would I have thought I'd be watching her figure out if she'd rather use a Halloween themed bath bomb or a simple pink bath bomb that smelled like honey. I'll never understand women, but I surely understand how she makes it so easy to make me happy. It really is the little things...

"Hm," She furrowed her brows as she rummaged through the basket. "Here's a cute Halloween-themed one that we didn't use-"

"By we, you mean you." He chuckled.

"Yeah, right. I think you've been using my bath bombs when I'm not around..."

"Love, I don't take a bath unless you're with me. I don't wait until my fingers look like raisins to get out of the shower."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," She scoffed playfully. "Mister military pants always taking a two-minute shower."

"I'll remember that when you're complaining about the water bill next month." He poked, smirking at the playful glare she shot at him from over her shoulder.

"Fine. Guess we'll have to make this bath quick like our times in bed, huh?"

He shot a playful glare back, knowing she was lying, but he always liked proving her wrong when it came to their romance, "How many times have I proven you wrong on that theory?"

"I can't recall you ever proving me wrong." She giggled.

"Keep that up and I'll make you count again." He threatened humorously, recalling their first night of intimacy together, smirking at the thought of her begging for her release after an hour into the session, knowing he could go much longer if he desired, but he knew her sexual stamina came nowhere near his.

"Is that a threat, Chief?"

He huffed a sexually frustrated breath, knowing she was beginning to tease him, especially by calling him out of his rank. "It's about to be an order, love."

She turned her head away from him to hide the satisfied smirk on her face, hoping Simon didn't take notice.

But he did.

"Already this flustered before nine this morning, yeah? That's what I thought."

"Just for that, I'm going to use this one," She said, revealing the bath bomb he hated so much every time they bathed together - the fucking neon pink one laced with glitter and left him smelling like vanilla. He huffed in defeat, sinking his shoulders and playfully rolling his eyes. "I think you're due to smell like me all day for making threats at me." She giggled.

He couldn't help how his legs began moving towards her, his frame towering over hers as his hands found themselves resting on her hips and how his neck craned to nestle against the crown of her head, "It wasn't a threat, love."

"Sounded like one," She shrugged. "Or a promise, I couldn't tell. But you're not going to snuggle and plea your way out of this one, babe. You're going to have glitter all over you and smell like me." She giggled, feeling the stubble on his chin scratch against her neck as he peppered innocent kisses against her flushed skin.

"I mean, I don't mind smelling like you since I can't get enough of it, but there's a fine line between smelling good and having glitter all over me. That shite wouldn't come off of my leg hair for days."

"Awe, then you can shave 'em."

"That's a big negative."

She turned around to face him, playfully pressing the bath bomb into his hand, "Then I guess you'll just have to deal with it," She giggled, leaning up to press a kiss to his chin, knowing the simple gesture had him heated within his core, a silent invitation to unlimited intimacy they both craved. I'm definitely fine with not sleeping today, he huffed to himself, his blood coursing with testosterone and desire for her. He gripped the bath bomb in his hand tighter as he watched her remove her robe from her shoulders, letting it gather at her ankles before stepping out of it, stepping to the side to turn on the LED strip light that lined the ceiling above the bathtub before turning off the primary lights, knowing it would help relax Simon as he had begun to grow prone to headaches early in the morning due to the bright sun as well as bright lights within their home.

He watched as she eased herself down into the tub, humming in satisfaction at the warm water hugging her aching back and legs, her eyes closing in bliss before bringing her knees up closer to her chest, her eyes opening to look at him as he stood next to the tub, contemplating on if he should hastily strategize how to switch the bath bombs to something that she wouldn't notice, but he didn't. Instead, his train of thought was broken by her soft voice, "I'll close my eyes and won't look at you when you take off your towel."

He scoffed, "Not like you haven't seen it before."

"Yeah, not like I haven't had it in my mouth before either."

"Well, there's a difference between fun and cold, love."

She giggled, "I know that. Can't you tell?" She arched her brow, referring to her erect nipples at the sensation of both arousal and being exposed to the cold air after removing her robe.

"Oh, I can tell just fine with you." He huffed, removing the towel from his waist before entering the tub, sitting directly across from her as her ankles draped over the bend of his hip, his free arm loosely clutching the bath bomb as the other rested against her leg, his thumb rubbing circles against her smooth skin.

"What're you waiting for, babe?" She giggled. "I want to watch it fizz!"

She knew she was playfully frustrating him, knowing he was dreading when the bath bomb would leave a fucking layer of glitter over their skin as well as the tub, but he tolerated it only because of her. That, and he knew his teammates wouldn't let him live it down if they found out they bathed together with the appearance of a stupid fizzy ball that left silver glitter clinging to his leg hair and junk like a bad disease. Glitter Knob, as Soap would call it.

He brought his arm up above his head, glaring at her before releasing the bath bomb from his fingers, letting it splash into the water as well as all over them, the pair smirking at the other at his antics. "Simon Riley!"

"Oh, I must be in trouble if you use my full name." He chuckled, watching her smile at him as well as a satisfied gleam in her eye, unaware that his eyes held the same gleam when he looked at her.

"You splashed water all over me after dropping it!"

"Well, we are in the bath, you should expect a splash of water every now and then."

She giggled before playfully pressing the ball of her foot against his stomach, watching as his hands disappeared under the water to grasp her foot, curling his finger against her arch and moving it back and forth, his grip tightening on her ankle when she tried to pull her foot away, shrieking as the sensation tickled not only her foot, but sending a jolt all the way up her spine. "No shit!"

"So you agree? Then why are you complaining? Mad you got a splash of water over that pretty face?" He teased.

She scoffed, using her free hand to shove the dissolving bath bomb towards him, pleased at how it left a cluster of glitter against his chest. "You need some glitter over that chest of yours."

"I'll wear it if you get it off. I'm due for feeling those hands on my chest, love."

"Mhm. You keep up those antics and I won't touch you for a while."

"I know that's a lie."

"Are you sure about that?" She glared.

"Positive."

"How so?"

"Because when you're lying, your lips curl into a grin that you can't hide. Looks like the C.I.A lass can't keep a straight face after all." He teased.

"Yeah? And turns out Mister Ghost takes hot baths with glitter bombs." She retorted, arching her brow.

His heart thudded against his chest at the sound of his callsign leaving her lips. How can she make my callsign sound so damn delightful?

"Since you seem to call me by my callsign, I might just go back to wearing a mask all the time." He smirked.

"Hey, I'll gladly take glitter baths with Simon or Ghost any day," She smirked. "The man I love can't hide behind a mask, babe."

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