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pennyluna · 7 months ago

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SECRET FRIENDS - Min Yoongi- One Shot

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 18+🔞 (FT.. Jungkook, Mingyu, Hobi, Jimin, Yugyeom)

Wordcount: 2.164 ❤️

Genre: Same friend group Au - Secret friends Au - Secret siatuationship Au

Warning: This story contains strong language and VERY Spicy/sexual content. Be aware before reading.

After a couple of weeks of thinking, I decided to bring my best friend Cassie into my secret circle of friends, it had felt weird not tell her about it before, only the secret wasn't only mine but today I received a message from Jungkook, inviting me to a little weekend away in the countryside , he felt bad that I was keeping a secret from my best friend so he said II could bring her along.

So here we are dropping our stuff in one of the bedrooms. My friend is a little mad at me because I didn't give her a heads up on who she was going to be meeting and because she is embarrassed she was wearing her Mingyu Tshirt when she actually shook Mingyu's hand. In my defence, I did not see it under her jean jacket and Mingyu did find it funny.

Hobi is preparing the food shopping list so he can go with Jimin and Yugyeom to the supermarket, we are in a pretty small town so not many people would pay much attention to them.

Mingyu and Jungkook were thinking about drinks but decided to make a tik tok video of a new dance while making Cassie record it. I knew they were going to get along and I am glad they are.

I met Jungkook a while back while I was volunteering at an animal shelter, we clicked talking about animals, we became friends and soon he introduced me to some of his friends a few of them aren't here because of their busy schedule... There is one in particular that I am waiting for.. I haven't seen him in a while and I know he is going to be here but I can't wait. Min Yoongi and I talked often when we were at the same gatherings, we had some things in common and he would make sure I felt comfortable and included, one conversation lead to another until one day we were celebrating Jungkook's birthday and after some drinks we ended up sleeping together. I felt incredibly guilty at the thought of ruining this new found friendship so I avoided Yoongi until we met again at a different gathering and we ended up slept together again, we decided to just keep it at that even though I caught feelings.

"Yoongi Hyun is almost here!" Jungkook yells from the kitchen bar, looking at me with a smirk. He knows about us, against his own will like he likes to say. He walked in on us doing the deed once when he thought Yoongi was alone in his room. Yoongi had to buy him a full box of banana milk as bribe for his silence and another one as payment for his trauma.

"Staaaup" I mouth at him while he laughs at my sudden blush.

I hear voices outside and I recognize his, he is greeting the boys that are on their way to the super market... I stay on the couch acting as nonchalant as possible but my heart is racing and I am sure it skips a couple of beats as soon as I feel him bend over the couch to level to my ear and whisper "Hello beautiful.. its been a while!" I can smell his scent and feel his breath on my skin. I don't turn to look at him because I am sure our lips would connect and I have missed him so much, I don't think I would be able to stop at just a kiss.

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We had dinner and drink outside and now we are playing games, Cassie and the boys are getting along and she is smiling so much, I am worried her chicks will fall! We watch Jimin dance like a chicken as a dare for loosing at the latest game, Jungkook keeps winning and we are all obviously teaming up to make him loose at least once. Yoongi and I keep stealing glances at each other and my stomach keeps fluttering every time he smiles at me and I worry that the longer we keep seeing each other the more painful it will be for me when it ends. When he told me that he was coming this weekend, he also said we had to talk and I feel it is about ending it.

MYG<3 : should we retire soon?

Me: I don't want to leave Cassie alone.

MYG<3 : She will be fine.

MYG<3 : I want to be alone with you.

Fuck. He wants to have that talk now. I take a break from replying to his messages. I am not ready but better now than later I guess. I tell Cassie that I will go inside for a while to make a phone call to my parents, those usually last long so she wont get worry if I'm gone for a while.

Me: Okay, lets.

MYG<3 : You go first.

I waited for Yoongi on the second floor, once we were in his room we made small talk, its unbearable and I am feeling awkward so I decide to kick start the more serious conversation.

"So we should talk..." I start but he cuts my sentence with a kiss. I push him back a little putting my hands on his chest to keep the distance. He frowns at me with an inquisitive look.

"What's wrong?" he says placing a hand on my chick while tilting his head.

I think about pushing for the serious conversation but then think about how this will probably be the last time we are this close together, about how I might regret not enjoying him like this one last time and before I can change my mind I close the distance between us and our mouths clash. I expect him to stop me but instead he deepens the kiss and that's all I need to know before I start walking backwards to the bed maintaining eye contact and unbuttoning my jeans and letting them fall to the floor. Yoongi takes his clothes and walks to help me out of my hoodie leaving me in my underwear and biting his lips once he noticed I hadn't been wearing a bra!

He pushes me into the bed and gets on top of me, kissing me deeply and moving his hands freely around my body. I can feel his hard cock when he presses his crotch against mine. His mouth moves around my face and then my neck, following a trail towards my breast and I cant seem to control my breathing or my racing heart. My head is cloudy, run by pure deep lust, the same one I can see in his eyes when we make eye contact while my nipple is in his mouth. His long fingers are now at my clit, rubbing it with passion and a moan escapes my mouth, he flips me around and pulls my butt up and removes my underwear. He starts making his way to my core starting from the back, delivering wet kisses to my butt and going lower until i feel his long tongue stroking around my entrance and then caressing my clit. My legs shake the more he plays around with my clit, I can feel the orgasm building and once his finger enter me, I cant hold it in anymore and let go. He lick me all over and then I feel his absence, looking towards him I notice the condom on his hand. My mouth waters at the view of his perfectly erected member and I get off the bed and drop to me knees, looking into his eyes I don't wait for him to oppose to this and guide his cock into my mouth, sucking hard and moving my tongue around the tip, earning me a grunt from him, I look up and notice he is hanging his head backwards, then my eyes fall to his free hand and I notice his closed fist... I know what that means, he is itching to hold my head and fuck my mouth, so I grab it and place it at the back of my head, letting him know that its okay to do just what he wants. I feel him thrust forward and I relax my throat to give him full access. I can hear his moans and grunts when I breathe and try my best to swallow around his cock until he stops me abruptly, gets me up and on the bed again, spreading my legs and putting the condom on before he enters me. We always had great chemistry in bed, our sex was always hot and dirty but tonight there is also something else and its fucking good. I can feel him inside of me getting frantic, we have been going at it for a while and after several of my orgasms I can feel his trusts going faster and his cock throbbing inside of me, I know he is close. he kisses me through my latest orgasm and I feel the shock of it starting from my toes, the eye contact sealing it and after my high he pumps a couple more times inside of me before his glorious release. He give me a chaste kiss and then drops next to me.

"Fuuuck..." he says while breathing heavily

I stay quiet for a while, afraid that if I speak the bubble will break and we will be forced to have that conversation, all while I only want to enjoy this moment.

He kisses my shoulder softly a couple of times and then clears his throat before speaking "I want to tell you something and I need you to listen to me" -FUCK, here we go and I'm not ready-

I hum in response and prepare myself for the worst.

"(Y/N) you know I care about you and that we have been doing this for a while now..." His voice seems calm but somehow my heart keeps raising and my mind is imagining the worst "I can't do this anymore, the whole secret thing is hard and It is stressing me out.. so maybe we shouldㅡ " he pauses when I move to sit up.

"Right.." I exhale trying to slow downs my breathing "We should just stop this" I walk to my clothes

"What?" he shoots up and grabs my arm, his dark hair slightly wet by the sweat is now attached to his forehead and he looks gorgeous while standing there looking at me in confusion. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I understand, you want to end it. This secret is a problem and we need to end it before it becomes something bigger" I say slowly and carefully.. his confused expression is starting to freak me out, he is looking at me like I just grew a second head and I become even more confused once he laughs drily.

"I never said I wanted to end it. I want us to continue seeing each other. Iㅡ"

"Us hooking up sgain is only going to make it harder later one" I say

"Stop. Stop talking." he says, placing a hand to his chest and moving his hair from his forehead "If you would only listen to me, you would know that I don't want to fucking end it. I want you in my life and I thought about us being friends but the idea of us being anything short that boyfriend and girlfriend kills me and I came here to ask you but... you don't want to?" He looks at me, his face pained and I start tearing up.

This whole time I thought he wanted to end us, meanwhile he just wanted us to become something more. I can see him trying to find an answer on my face and when I find myself unable to speak, I throw myself at him, kissing him passionately, stopping to whisper in between sobs "I do want us. I want us to be together. I want to be your girlfriend." and starting a second round of what we had just finished.

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Its the morning after and I woke up in between his arms, Yoongi and I spent most of the night having sex, intense and meaningful sex until we fell asleep.

I am in the ensuite shower when he joins me and we go for another rounds, I am incredibly happy and he seems to be in the same state. Every now and then he tells me how happy he is I said yes and how much more relaxed he feels now that we are on the same page.

We get dressed in between kisses, trying our best to not fall in the bed again because we need energy so we walk holding hands to the kitchen to get some breakfast and we can hear everyone is awake. We had decided to let our friends know about us because it was a good start not having to hide our relationship from them.

"FUCKING FINALLY" Jungkook yells with a big smile when he sees us entering the Livingroom.

A/N: I hope you guys like this story. Sorry I haven't published in a while, I have been dealing with some personal stuff and with the publishing of my upcoming book so my priorities have been different lately. I will keep writing, I dont have set times but I will work on publishing at least twice a month. Loye you all and please stay healthy and safe.

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vierss-herondale · 2 years ago

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NEW TMI GANG CONTENT!!! ✉️

Cassie just sent this Newsletter on the mail:

Memorandum from The New York Institute

Highlight to:

Jace defending his natural hair like his life depends on it lmao 😭😭

Jace pining so hard for Clary like he should 😍🥰

Simon making bad hair decisions lmaooo 💀

Malec's kids putting gum on Alec's hair and him refusing to taking care of it 😂😂💀

Magnus having perfect hair 😌😌

Izzy being a goddess as always 💅🏼

Jace still considers Church a member of the TMI gang 🥺💖

I just love the idea of the TMI gang having a hair contest every year on Jace's birthday 😂😭❤️❤️

Cassie didn't say if this is only a joke for April fools or canon but idc, it's canon for me now because I love the energy of it 😂

Also I'll let you know that I'm currently at work risking everything, by taking the time to take the captures and posting this so I hope you appreciate it 😂

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shadowdaddies · 1 year ago

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can i please request one with cassian x reader birthday sex? it’s cassies bday and reader throws a party for him and when they’re alone she has a little surprise for him. She gives him a lapdance and he sits on the chair, manspreading, UGHHH HE IS SO HOT, and just enjoys the show👀👀🖤 he literally smirks and he tries to touch and she slaps away his hands

” no baby that’s for later, you just watch now ❤️”

then they have bday sex🤤

SAVE ME FROM THE CHOKEHOLD THIS MAN HAS ME IN🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

I LOVE THIS REQUEST. But I don't think this will lessen the chokehold he has on you; it made the one he has on me worse. enjoyyy

Unraveling

Cassian x Reader

Warnings: smutty smut smut below the cut, lap dance, wing play, light impact play, p in v sex, oral m!receiving, minors dni

also I made this lil artwork, which is what the "lingerie" we'll see in this story is inspired by

While Feyre insisted on hosting a party for Cassian’s birthday at the River House, your mate was never one to let the party end too soon. Quick to pull the “but it’s my birthday” card, Cassian dragged you and the rest of the inner circle to Rita’s for drinks and dancing.

You wore a short black chiffon dress that was low-cut and cinched with ribbons at the waist, showing off your figure as you twirled in the crowd. You had plans of your own for later in the night, and were determined to rile up your mate as much as possible before then.

You moved over to the bar to get a drink, bending so far over the counter your ass was barely covered. As you grabbed your drink, you turned over your shoulder to the booth where you could feel Cassian’s eyes on you and winked before slowly making your way over to where he was sitting, swaying your hips to the music as you moved.

Cassian pulled you into his lap and you giggled as he wrapped his large hands around your waist, resting his head in your neck as he inhaled your scent. You interlaced your fingers with his, guiding his hands away from your hips to rest on your thighs as you arched your back and rolled your hips against him. Cassian let out a soft groan, which you took as your opening to send a strong wave of your desire down the bond. You twisted in Cassian’s lap to better face him, feeling the evidence of his own desire as you did so, and leaned up to whisper in his ear, “I have more celebrations planned at home, my love.” You dragged his earlobe with your teeth to emphasize your point. Cassian snapped, quickly shouting a “good night” to the rest of your friends as he threw you over his shoulder and practically ran out the door. He wasted no time moving you into the bridal style position before he shot into the air to fly you home.

As soon as you landed on the balcony of your shared room, Cassian brought you inside and closed the door before lifting you up against it. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he kissed you hungrily, rolling his hips into yours causing you to throw your head back. Cassian began littering your neck with kisses, alternating between soft and hard, leaving you panting for breath.

He lifted you up, turning around and throwing you on the bed. He moved to crawl over you, but before he could make his way on the bed, you lifted your leg, your high heel pressed against his chest preventing him from coming any closer. With a smirk, you shook your head at Cassian. “I have a present for you that I need to go wrap.”

Cassian looked like he might explode in that moment. With a raspy voice, he tried to keep his composure as he asked, “honey, you gave me several presents, and now I just want to enjoy you.” You simply gave him a soft smile as you pointed to the sitting area, “go sit over there in your chair, General. I promise to be back soon.” With that, you sauntered off to your dressing room, leaving Cassian frustrated and waiting.

In your dressing room, you pulled out the hidden box you had set aside for tonight and opened it. Inside was a pair of red satin and lace panties and a wide, matching satin ribbon. You donned the underwear and the ribbon around your chest, tying it off with a big bow in the front. You looked like a present ready for Cassian to unwrap. You grabbed Cassian’s symphonia with his favorite song on it and made your way back to the sitting room.

You pressed the orb so that it would begin to play music, and swaying your hips to the rhythm, moved into the room. You could see Cassian stop breathing for a moment, his eyes honing in on you in a predatory stare as he registered what was going on. You smirked at him and set the symphonia on the table and continued swaying to the music. You ran your hands over your chest, teasing your nipples through the ribbons and let out an exaggerated moan, drawing your hands up to run them through your hair before making eye contact with Cassian again.

He was enraptured by you, focusing with an intensity that indicated he was memorizing every part of you in this moment. You strode over to where Cassian was sitting in the chair, pushing his legs further apart as you squatted down just to roll your body along his, back up to a standing position. Looking down at him, you ran your hands across his chest to rest on his shoulders as you settled onto his lap. Cassian’s hands quickly moved to hold your hips, but you swatted them away. “I’m in charge right now, General,” you said as you began rotating your hips to the music against his evident hardness. You changed your movements to rock back and forth against him as you leaned forward, licking up the column of his throat before bending back down to leave a mark on his adam’s apple.

You could tell Cassian wouldn’t last much longer with your teasing, so you made one last move. Supporting your weight with your hands on his thighs, you swung your legs around so that you were still sitting on his lap, facing away from him. You arched your back, giving Cassian a perfect view of your cleavage spilling out from the ribbon as you moved one hand up to stroke the tip of his wing.

Cassian snapped at that moment, letting out a roar-like groan as he lifted you up and off of him. “I can’t wait any longer, love. Gods, you’re so sexy. Please, I need you now.” You turned around and cupped his face with your hands as you whispered, “then take me, Cassian.” He picked you up and carried you over to the bed. “Stay still. Just lay back for me, honey,” he said as he stripped himself of his clothing.

Cassian crawled onto the bed and stopped, hovering above you. He grabbed your wrists in his hands, placing them together above your head. “Keep those there. I don’t need you getting in the way of me unwrapping my present,” he said with a smirk as he eyed the ribbon around your chest. He pulled on one of the strands, undoing the bow that held everything in place. He tugged at the remaining ribbons as you impatiently wiggled beneath his touch, and discarded the fabric to the side.

Cassian leaned down, sucking and licking one nipple as he twisted and pulled the other in his hand. You mewled beneath his touch, and Cassian chuckled as he moved his mouth over to the other nipple, repeating his actions. He kissed his way down your stomach until he reached your panties, ripping them off with his teeth with surprisingly little effort. You whimpered when the cold air of the room hit you, begging “Cassian, baby please I need you. Just take me how you want me.”

Cassian smirked. “Happy to oblige, my beautiful mate,” he said, flipping you over on your hands and knees and delivering a light smack to your ass. He thrust himself inside you without any warning, setting a brutal pace while you gripped the sheets, desperate for something to keep you tethered to this world. Cassian leaned forward, never letting up on his thrusts as he bit your shoulder and gave a soothing lick over the mark. He pushed your stomach down, causing your back to arch so that his thrusts were hitting you at an angle that had you seeing stars. “Cass, I’m close,” you tried to speak before you were cut off by your own moan.

Cassian took the opportunity to quicken his pace, fucking you harder and faster than you’d thought possible, before you hit your orgasm. Cassian held you up as your legs threatened to fall out from under you, and slowed his movements. You took the opportunity to push off of Cassian, leaving him confused for a moment before you flipped him on his back.

“This is your birthday, remember?” you said with a smile as you moved down his torso, lips aligned with his cock. Pressing a kiss to his tip, you began your work of what you were sure would be a long night.

#acotar smut #acotar fanfiction #acotar #acomaf #a court of thorns and roses #cassian #cassian x f!reader #cassian x you #cassian smut #cassian acotar #cassian x reader #cassian acosf #Cassian x reader smut #acosf

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espressoristretto-patronum · 7 months ago

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A/N: English is not my first language, and my blogger skills (?) are poor, so proceed with caution!

Meet my MC!

My fanfiction on AO3: To me, she is the sun

Tori's character sheet by kiwiplaetzchen

Tori and Poppy by pheexblack

Tori (birthday's present ❤️) by myook

Tori (and other MCs) by myokk

Tori (Trick or treat's treat 🎃) by myook

Tori (and other MCs) by a-florable

Tori by ladyofsappho

Tori in girls group by acslytherpuff

Tori, Cassie and Garreth by acslytherpuff

Tori and Cassie 🌻 by acslytherpuff

Tori and Poppy (and three other beautiful couples) by acslytherpuff

Tori and Poppy (wip) by acslytherpuff

Tori, Cassie and Val 💕 by acslytherpuff

Tori and friends' quidditch MCs by acslytherpuff

Tori and friends' quidditch MCs pt. 2 by acslytherpuff

Tori in group MCs by girl-named-matty

Tori and the girls ✨ by girl-named-matty

Tori by theladyofshalott1989

Tori and Poppy (animal crossing au 🦝) by rypnami

Poppy (Char's gift!) by rypnami

Tori (gift from my sweetest wife bean 💕) by savingsallow

Tori and Jaimsen (the twins!) by leaping-toadstool-caps

You can find how much Tori and Poppy are living in my mind rent free under the hashtags #Tori Lewis and #Tori x Poppy 😁

ABOUT HER

Name: Tori Lewis

Birthday: 14th June 1875

Birthplace: Turin, Italy

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Lesbian

House: Hufflepuff

Wand: Acaia wood, phoenix core, 12' length, quite bendy flexibility

Patronus: Jack Russell Terrier

Quidditch position: Seeker; Imelda practically begged her to join the Hufflepuff team because "I need a good competition in order to improve myself!"

Some extra facts!

Her name

Tori stands for Vittoria. Why Vittoria? Because she is half-British and half-Italian (from her mother's side) 🤌. I chose the name because I like to think that her parents thought about Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom and King Vittorio Emanuele II of Italy, both sovereigns by the time of Tori's birth.

Why Turin?

Because well, it's my birthplace! Also, Turin is a special city: it has a lot of esoteric story. In a few words, this city joins London and San Francisco to create the triangle of Black Magic, but also the triangle of White Magic too with Lyon and Prague.

Future

Spouse: Poppy Sweeting (she IS wife)

Career: Auror and Natty is her partner, they're thick as thieves and menace to their superior

I think that Poppy's mission is still saving beasts from poachers, so I headcanon she is a sort of mix of Auror and magizoologist (guys, I have no idea about careers in wizard world lol)

Residence: Hogsmeade (I headcanon that since she is a Keeper, she doesn't want to live far away from Hogwarts, I'm also too in love with Hogsmeade)

My personal headcanons with future wife Poppy 💛

Even if they're in the same house and same bedroom, Poppy had never spoken to Tori before their first Beasts Class together because the last was often away and Poppy herself is a night owl, visiting Highwing or studying beasts, etc.

Poppy was also sure that the new fifth year will become like her schoolmates. Because sure, why the new cool, brave student will be friend with Peculiar Poppy? But fortunately Tori is such a good egg, kneazles can confirm.

Tori decided to kneel in front of the Graphorn (because we're not a monster, right?) following Poppy's example. It was Poppy that waited patiently for the mother dragon to take its egg back. It was Poppy that put down her wand when centaurs came to her. And of course, you should show respect to an Hippogriff before approaching.

That's why she chose to kneel. The Graphorn has fought well, it deserved respect.

Poppy felt in love first. Tori felt harder. Like she is kind of in denial for a while and then BOOM she falls and realises and she is panicking "what? Aaaaah what should I do now?!"

Poppy doesn't need protection but loves how protective Tori is.

Their love language is physical touch. Every single one. Surprise hugs from behind? Lovely! Forehead kiss? Adorable! Cuddles in the vivarium with beasts? The best!

Should I really say it? Poppy is an adorable little spoon and love to be wrapped in Tori's arms.

Tori is a golden retriever. Already from day one when Poppy asked to follow her in the forest.

Tori feel like she could die because of Poppy's cuteness, often screaming "STOP BEING SO CUTE AND SO KISSABLE I CAN'T FOCUS"

Poppy is a great cook, Tori isn't at all. But a few times she has tried to cook to cheer Poppy up. The result was messy but still edible and Poppy appreciated the efforts.

They're bad dancers but they don't care, they're having fun

I have a very sappy proposal headcanon.

Tori proposed to Poppy after a couple of months after graduation (lesbian couples move fast, okay?) and she decided to be extremely romantic.

She studied where and when to find Mooncalves' dance and saved the day on her calendar. When the day came, she took Poppy and flied on Highwing to the special place.

Poppy thought the surprise was the mooncalves' dance, instead she turned around and found Tori on her knees, with a ring in her hand. A very shining ring that a selvatic niffler has tried to steal before Poppy could say yes, jumping from a bush the moment the ring sparkled under the moonlight. The little beast had caused little chaos but fortunately they catched it before was too late. With the retrieved ring in one hand, and the beast thief in the other, Tori asked grinning "do you still want to marry meee?"

I've surely more facts and headcanons for my MC, but I think this post is already long enough!

Anddd that was my MC! If you've read so far, thank you so much!

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #poppy sweeting x mc

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artyandink · 7 months ago

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Light My Fire (Again) | beau arlen

Summary: “I thought I’d swore off love, Jenny.” I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. “God, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just… I couldn’t help it.” I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. “It’s improper, but it’s true.”

SERIES MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

(divider credits go to cafekitsune)

A/N - Feedback is my fuel ❤️

A/N 2 - This chapter is loosely based on birthday cake by Dylan Conrique, as it fits the theme really well :)

eight - birthday cake

PREVIOUSLY ON LMF:

I sat with Jenny in my garden, our feet on the grass as we were perched on my patio. I took a long sip of my bottle of beer, letting out a long and deep sigh through my nose while Jenny looked curiously at my side profile with a small smirk on her face. “So.” I smiled slightly as she took a swig of her own, also pretty pissed off at Harry. Mo had to hold her off from going after that ass.

“So.” She chuckled, head fully facing me now. “Beau seemed pretty riled up about Harry.” Jenny then took a sip of her beer with her eyebrows raised suggestively, making me nudge her, jolting her drinking aim off balance. “What?”

“You’re getting at me and Beau, right?” I deadpanned, letting another wave of the liquid soothe my throat. “I know you are.”

“What? He seems way too worked up for someone who’s ’just your sheriff.’.”

“Well, he’s worried, Jen.” I shrugged. “If it had been Emily in my place. Or Carla, even you, Cassie or Denise. Thank god I could defend myself, and I see where Beau’s coming from.”

“I thought referring to Beau for you was strictly limited to ‘Sheriff’ to keep it strictly professional.” She grinned cheekily, then her smile faded like a coin drop. “I’m gonna ask you something. And I want you to answer honestly. Are you… in love with Beau?”

Before I could say anything, the door to the garden opened, and Olivia walked out tentatively, a small package in her hands. “Aunt Isa?” Her timid voice spoke up, and my mouth opened slightly. “Can we talk?”

“Oh- uh, not the time, sweetie.” I gave her an apologetic smile. “Maybe tomorrow?”

“Ok. Uh, this came in the mail.” She handed me the package. “Just wanted to let you know.”

“Thanks, hon.” I took the rectangular box, glancing curiously at it as she left. Then I knew I needed to give Jenny an explanation. I couldn’t outrightly say yes to what frankly was the most difficult question of my life. Because this question was a promise. A declaration. A… decision. But it was one I couldn’t fight. My fingers fumbled with the tape of the box as I opened it unconsciously.

“I thought I’d swore off love, Jenny.” I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. “God, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just… I couldn’t help it.” I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. “It’s improper, but it’s true.”

“So, is that a yes?” Jenny left the question hanging as I slid the object out of its cardboard packaging. A rectangular item wrapped in bubble wrap and a note taped to it. I could barely see the yellow of sunflowers on one side and the sky’s reflection on the other. I tore off the note, reading it.

Thought you might need this.

Tonya + Donno ;)

It was Lucy’s phone. I unwrapped it with trembling hands, watching and feeling as the cool surface stung my warm palm, the battery dead but the significance fully charged. My train of thought was lost, my teeth sinking to my bottom lip again.

“It’s hers.” I whispered, holding it up so Jenny could see.

NOW:

I was working on Lucy’s phone, typing every password that could come to my mind. The date of her marriage with Mark, or even Dean, Olivia’s birthday, my birthday, even hers- but I found zip.

Zilch.

Nada.

I let out a deep breath through my nose as I was locked out for the fiftieth time, the infuriating letters that spelled out ‘Try again in five minutes’. I was ready to smack this phone into oblivion, and I wasn’t in the mood for joking. I had a thousand things running through my mind and none of them helpful for my mental state.

I hadn’t answered Jenny’s question on whether I loved Beau or not. I pursed my lips as I thought about it. Beau was… everything I could dream of. A gentleman, with a handsome face, deep voice, a Texan accent and matching Southern charm and manners. He treated me well and made me feel even better, and I hated to pull an ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ but I had to. Compared to everyone, I was a rapidly unravelling piece of work. I drank coffee obsessively to help me function to the point where I felt I needed to switch to decaf as it was a borderline addiction to caffeine. Then there was the obsession with my job, my time spent taking care of Liv and making sure I was there for her at every turn or at every opportunity. I was broken from Lucy’s murder. I talked a big game about shielding my loved ones from harm but Cal was dead. And so was Lucy.

It broke me.

As I stared at Lucy's phone, frustration gnawing at the edges of my sanity, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness creeping in. No matter how many passwords I tried, no matter how many combinations I attempted, the screen remained stubbornly locked, taunting me with its impenetrable barrier.

With a frustrated huff, I tossed the phone onto the desk in front of me, the clatter of metal against wood echoing in the empty room. I ran a hand through my hair, the tension in my muscles a testament to the mounting pressure that threatened to consume me.

I couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom that lingered in the back of my mind, a constant reminder of the chaos that had consumed my life in the wake of Lucy's murder. And amidst the swirling chaos of my thoughts, one question lingered like a shadow in the darkness: did I love Beau?

The very thought sent a shiver down my spine, a flicker of uncertainty gnawing at the edges of my resolve. Beau was everything I could have ever dreamed of, a gentleman with a heart of gold and a smile that could light up the darkest of nights. But in the wake of Lucy's death, I found myself spiraling into a pit of despair, drowning in a sea of grief and regret.

I couldn't bear to burden Beau with the weight of my pain, to drag him down into the depths of my despair. And so, with a heavy heart, I made the difficult decision to push him away, to spare him the pain of loving someone who was broken beyond repair.

But even as I grappled with my own demons, a soft knock at the door shattered the fragile silence of the room, pulling me back to the present with a jolt. Olivia's voice, sweet and innocent, called out to me from the other side, her words a balm to my weary soul.

"Aunt Isa, can I talk to you?" she asked, her tone tinged with uncertainty.

I hesitated, the weight of my own turmoil pressing down on me like a leaden weight. But I couldn't bear to see the disappointment in Olivia's eyes, the hurt that lingered just beneath the surface of her innocent facade.

"Not now, Liv," I replied, my voice strained with exhaustion. "I'm in the middle of something."

There was a moment of silence, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. And then, with a resigned sigh, Olivia spoke once more, her words laced with an undercurrent of hostility that sent a chill down my spine.

"You're always too busy for me, Aunt Isa," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I felt a pang of guilt shoot through me like a bolt of lightning, the weight of my own inadequacy crushing me beneath its suffocating embrace. But before I could respond, Olivia turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving me alone with the ghosts of my past and the wreckage of my present.

As I stared after her retreating figure, a wave of despair washed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to pull me under with its relentless force. I knew that I had failed Olivia, that my own demons had consumed me to the point where I could no longer see the pain that lurked just beneath the surface of her innocent facade.

But even as the darkness closed in around me, I vowed to fight against the tide, to claw my way back to the surface and find redemption in the eyes of the one person who mattered most to me. For Olivia's sake, and for my own, I would not let the shadows of my past consume me any longer.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the deserted alley where Olivia and Tom had arranged to meet. Shadows danced along the walls, their movements like whispers in the darkness as Olivia waited anxiously for her boyfriend to arrive.

She glanced at her watch for what felt like the hundredth time, her heart pounding in her chest as the minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness. She knew she shouldn't be here, meeting Tom in secret behind her aunt's back, but the lure of forbidden love was too strong to resist.

Would he even show up?

Would he leave her in the dust?

Finally, just as Olivia was beginning to lose hope, she heard the sound of footsteps echoing down the alleyway. Her heart leaped into her throat as Tom stepped into view, a smile lighting up his face as he caught sight of her waiting for him.

"Hey," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out to take her hand in his.

Olivia's heart fluttered at the touch of his fingers against hers, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. "Hey," she replied, her voice trembling with nerves as she met his gaze.

They stood there for a moment, caught in the quiet intensity of the night, their hands intertwined as they drank in the sight of each other. Olivia couldn't help but marvel at the boy standing before her, his sandy hair tousled by the breeze and his brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Are you sure it's safe for us to meet like this?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she glanced around nervously.

Tom shrugged, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of his lips. "Who cares about safe? I'd risk anything to be with you."

His words sent a thrill of excitement coursing through Olivia's veins, her heart racing with the intoxicating rush of young love. She knew they were playing with fire, sneaking around behind her aunt's back and risking everything for a few stolen moments together. But in that moment, all she cared about was the boy standing before her, his eyes alight with passion and desire.

Without another word, Tom leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Olivia's in a gentle kiss that sent fireworks exploding behind her eyelids. She melted into his embrace, her worries and fears melting away as she lost herself in the warmth of his touch.

As Olivia basked in the warmth of Tom's embrace, the taste of a mocha espresso and, hilariously, a breath mint, she felt a sense of bliss wash over her, pushing aside the worries and fears that had plagued her in the moments leading up to their secret rendezvous. In that moment, with Tom's lips pressed against hers and his arms wrapped around her, nothing else mattered.

Only the way his lips plied hers open, slowly, as if he was coaxing her to fall under his spell, which was a feat already accomplished. His hand sliding to cup her cheek while the other rubbed her back then curled around her waist, sighing through his nose when her fingers tugged on his hair. The movement of his lips were like an otherworldly chant, sending Olivia into a deep vortex of security and warmth that shielded her from the chaos and clouded her thoughts.

His mouth prying through her sweet mind. Shattering her defences. Claiming her now kiss-swollen lips as his.

But as they reluctantly pulled away from each other, a shadow of uncertainty clouded Olivia's mind. The nagging doubt that had lingered in the back of her thoughts resurfaced, tainting the euphoria of their stolen moment together.

"Why do you think my aunt is always trying to keep us apart?" Olivia asked, her voice tinged with frustration as she searched Tom's face for answers, gasping softly as he thumbed her bottom lip.

Tom's expression darkened, a flicker of resentment flashing in his eyes as he glanced around the deserted alleyway. "I don't know, Liv. Maybe she just doesn't want us to be happy."

The words sent a chill down Olivia's spine, a knot of unease forming in the pit of her stomach. She had never questioned her aunt's motives before, but now, with Tom's insinuations lingering in the air, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story than she had been led to believe.

"But why would she want to keep us apart?" Olivia pressed, her voice tinged with desperation as she searched for an explanation.

Tom shrugged, a calculating glint in his eyes as he reached out to take her hand in his. "Maybe she's jealous, Via. Maybe she's afraid of losing you."

The words struck a chord deep within Olivia's heart, igniting a spark of doubt that threatened to consume her from within. Could it be true? Could her aunt, the woman who had raised her since she was a child, be capable of such selfishness and deceit?

As the silence stretched between them, Olivia found herself grappling with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, she couldn't ignore the love and affection she felt for her aunt, the woman who had always been there for her through thick and thin. But on the other hand, the seed of doubt that Tom had planted in her mind lingered like a poison, poisoning her thoughts with suspicion and mistrust.

"I don't know what to believe anymore," Olivia whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned to Tom for guidance. He only ran a tender hand through her hair, his following words like a hypnotising lull.

“Believe me, Via.” His expression looked keenly certain, a caring smile on his face that convinced her that he knew what he was saying. Her first love, Tom, knew what he was saying. He was smart. So was she, but she might have blind prejudice. “Wonder why I call you that? Because Via means ‘path’. You are my path.” He paused, letting the magic of his borderline poetry sink in. “You. No one else. And I-I can’t stay away from you. Your aunt? She doesn’t know what she’s thinking, trust me. She can’t even keep herself together. Her composure, her confidence… isn’t real. We’re real. You and I.” He took her hand, kissing the knuckle. “And I wanna keep meeting you, even if it makes us kinda like Romeo and Juliet.”

Olivia laughed, her pretty blue eye welling with happy tears, one falling down her cheek as she nodded. “Yeah. I want that too.” Tom kissed the tear away, his eyes glinting with mischief. As Tom's lips met Olivia's once more, a wave of giggles bubbled up from deep within her chest, mingling with the sweet taste of his breath against her skin. It was as if every touch, every kiss, was infused with the magic of their love, weaving a spell that bound them together in a tapestry of desire and longing.

With each brush of his lips against hers, Olivia felt herself falling deeper under Tom's spell, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating rush of passion and desire. It was as if time stood still in that moment, the world around them fading away into nothingness as they lost themselves in the warmth of each other's embrace.

Their laughter mingled with the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze, a symphony of sound that echoed through the deserted alleyway like a chorus of angels. And as they pulled away from each other, their lips still tingling with the memory of their stolen kiss, Olivia couldn't help but marvel at the magic that had brought them together.

"It's like you're casting a spell on me," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she gazed into Tom's eyes, her heart pounding in her chest.

Tom's lips curved into a tender smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of curly hair behind Olivia's ear. "Maybe I am, Liv. Maybe you're the one who's casting a spell on me."

His words sent a shiver down Olivia's spine, a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his in a gentle caress. It was as if the world around them had faded away, leaving only the two of them entwined in a cocoon of love and desire.

And as they shared one final kiss, filled with laughter and joy, Olivia knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she and Tom would face them together, united in their love for each other. For in that moment, surrounded by the magic of the night, they were unstoppable.

“Alright, boys, we have a problem.” Remy paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, shadows covering half his face. Other members sat there, stony eyes focused on him and bloody daggers twirled between their fingers as they contemplated their next kill. It was an eerie sight, to say the least. “Isabelle Joyner’s our problem. She’s a royal pain in the ass to our client, and he wants to hit her so hard she won’t get back up.”

“It’s gonna be hard to take her down.” Another member, Rawlings, grunted, his .22 held tight in his hands like it’d run away if he let go, terrified of all the bloodshed even though it had been made for that purpose. “That bastard cowboy sheriff has a lock on her ever since we made that hit on her in her house.”

“Well, we might have to pop this bastard cowboy sheriff.” Jackson, another member, smirked. “Open the eyes of the law.” “Someone get him a new brain.” Remy groaned, slapping his forehead. “Kill the sheriff and we get the full weight of the law. We need something that’ll only draw the attention of the select few. Including Miss Elle Joyner.”

“Go for the girl.” The only woman in the room, Regina, said matter-of-factly, a smirk on her red painted lips. “Her niece. That chick goes all mama bear for ‘er. Her Liv is her Achilles heel. So send our guy in to go rein her in, and we’ll keep her here for the client until he’s less occupied.”

“But the client won’t be happy if we touch the girl.” Rawlings argued.

“He’ll be ecstatic. That’s all he ever wanted. The girl.” Regina chuckled darkly, her finger tracing the point of her knife. “Do that and Joyner will come running. Then she’ll meet a worse fate than our client’s poorly orchestrated hit and run six years ago.”

Remy laughed, the sound harsh and almost like the bark of a dog. “Oh, I remember that screw up. Read it in the papers.” His tongue traced his upper teeth as he spun the pocketknife between his fingers. “I’ll contact our guy, get him off standby. He’s been tabbing the family for a few weeks now, and he should have a good shot on getting our target alone.”

“We just need to pick a time where Elle Joyner’s busy.” Regina opened her computer, beginning to type with hands that were clad in fingerless black leather gloves. “Tap into security cameras, see who’s where. We need that Sheriff Arlen out of the way, so preferably a time when he’s railin’ the hell out of our favourite deputy.” She let out a sigh, inviting the others to gather around the screen. “We need to keep someone on the watch on these screens at all times. Get our guy off standby, tell him to hold Olivia Barlowe at gunpoint, otherwise she’ll never come with.”

“I want you in the van for the pickup, Gina.” Remy pointed his knife at Regina with a smirk and a wink. “Good thinking, doll.”

“Don’t call me doll, you sound like a pedo who hasn’t gotten much action in his life.” She deadpanned, propping her feet up on the table. “Only works if you’ve got a sexy accent. You’re from Missouri, not the South.” She paused to let the information sink in. “And you’ve got a whiny voice. Almost like a lil’ teenage girl.”

“Good one, Gina.” Jackson snickered, but earned a sharp glare from the female.

“Shut up, you’re no better. You sound like you’ve ingested helium.”

I had Beau, Denise, Jenny and Cassie over for dinner/outside bonfire, and I was lazily chopping some onions while my mind was in fifty different places. Mark was still insisting that he hadn’t hired the crime syndicate and killed my sister. I hadn’t deciphered the code to Lucy’s phone. Olivia was going out with her friends more often now, and I just felt… lost. I didn’t know where to go and why, and these onions were bringing out tears that I didn’t have the dignity to spill without. At least I have a cover for it.

I felt a sharp pang in my finger and quickly dropped the knife as blood dripped from a cut in my index. A soft curse left my mouth as the knife clattered to the chopping board, and in an instant, Beau was beside me. He set the things aside, quickly searching for a medicine cabinet and pulling out a pair of plasters and a soft tissue.

“God, Belle, darlin’, you’ve gotta be careful.” He muttered, my eyes fixated on his slightly furrowed brow and emerald eyes that were zeroed in on the slice in my finger. I felt my heart skip a beat and stomach do gymnastics like a lovesick teenager, making me attempt to swallow back the forming lump in my throat.

The scraping of chairs, hurried footsteps of Jenny and even more reluctant footsteps of Denise and Cassie were muffled as I could only focus on Beau. The way strands of his hair fell over his forehead in small wisps that framed his face effortlessly. The crinkle at the corner of his eyes, every line etched with maturity, charm, grace, care, everything I loved in him. Everything I craved from him.

He cleaned the cut with the tissue, folding it so it didn’t get stuck and tear. Then he pulled the adhesive cover off the plaster, carefully placing it over and smoothing it with his calloused fingers while his tongue rested between his lips in concentration. Those pouty, perfect, kissable lips.

“All done, sweetheart.” He murmured, looking up at me with a concerned expression. “It’s written all over your face, sweet girl. You’ve got too much in that beautiful mind o’ yours.” His hand reached up to carefully tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His eyes were searching my face and mine his. The air thick, heavy, with his cologne invading my senses like a parasite that I didn’t want to stop. “I hope it ain’t too much for me to ask, but… penny for those pretty thoughts of yours? Maybe even a pound? Dollar, more like.”

It made me chuckle, but my smile faded slightly. “There’s just been so much… change. I’ve gotten my ass kicked so many times over the past few weeks. Wakin’ up in hospitals, seeing my niece upset when I just can’t give her time, which ain’t something I’m used to, watching the man who married my sister and is most likely responsible for her death refuse the allegations over and over, Lucy left clues for me that I don’t even know how to crack. It’s way too much change for me.”

“Well, it’s true, you did get your ass kicked.” He nodded honestly, really thinking about his answer. His hands were fiddling with my fingers, unconsciously rubbing them as if committing every detail to memory. “But you’ve bounced back even harder every time, Belle. You took those hits and got back up, and that makes you a badass in every right. I mean, what I wouldn’t give to have your ability to get punched right where it hurts and always come back stronger. And more beautiful.” Beau’s fingers that weren’t holding mine traced my jawline tenderly. “And change can be a good thing, y’know.”

“Care to elaborate?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper and it made Beau fall hard all over again. And again, and again, because every time that his deputy opened that pretty, coral sunset peony coloured lips all he wanted to do was taste them.

“When I first met you, sweetheart, your work was all you had besides Olivia.” His words were sincere, well thought and versed in his head, or so I thought. Beau was actually speaking from the top of his head. “Your desk was messy with as many cases as you can find, and you solved all of ‘em, sure, but you worked nonstop. First time you actually got a break or some form of rest, you realised that getting back up after a day will hurt you more. You paid attention to yourself. You protect others with no regard to your own self interests, but now you’re keeping in mind just how bad you’d hurt if you reached out farther than you should. Not that, in any shape or form, I condone the senseless violence you were put through; I will kill those bastards when I find them.”

“I know you will, don’t worry.” I chuckled, too entranced by his words to say much else.

“My point is, Belle, you’ve grown. You’re stronger, smarter, you’ve learnt to fight jackasses off and make your own decisions. Darlin’, I look up to you.” The words made my head snap up, the air becoming heavier and heavier as his cologne weighed on my thoughts. I was going down like the freaking Titanic and I loved it. “More than anything. All this change you’ve gone through, I see good in it. Change ain’t so bad, right?”

“Yeah, change isn’t horrible…” I chuckled, shrugging as I looked up at him with a smile. Lord help me, I couldn’t stop myself. I took the back of his head, my fingers curling into his hair. “Change is…”

My words died off on my tongue, my lips meeting his in order to taste him on it.

There was a release of held breath through my nose, the concept of even keeping air in my lungs stripped from me as Beau’s hand pulled the elastic from my low bun, discarded it and tangled his strong, calloused fingers in my hair, the pads of them pressing to hold me there. His other hand rested firm on the small of my back, pulling me flush against him as he then bunched up my plaid shirt in an attempt to find purchase enough to ground him on Planet Earth. My hand buried into his own hair, feeling the soft strands cascade over my fingers as my other hand gripped his shoulder over his button-up plaid.

My back was pressed against the cool surface of the kitchen slab, burning a chilly line into my mid back that forced a gasp from my lips that was like heavenly sin. His cherry pie lips, tainted with the corrupting notes of sweet and sour first pried me open with gentle, slow, honeyed movements that even slowed down time before building, building, layering, devouring me with hot, passionate, demanding kisses that told me he’d been waiting for too damn long. His mouth burned me like whiskey on the tongue, had me tasting the tang, the variety he carried in one moment. Had me craving each and every one of his minuscule ministrations that had me eliciting sweet sighs, every kneading motion of his strong hand on my thigh and had me aching for those low groans of unadulterated pleasure that hung up stars behind my closed eyelids.

The aroma of hot lattes, cinnamon from Emily’s favourite buns and his cologne felt like a drug that I needed more and more hits of, and I’d break every single law in the book if it meant I could have this dizzying feeling again. His hand on my thigh guided me back and forth, pushing and pulling until I was completely dependent on him for support, to remain standing. Like I’d always been depending on him, the one raft in a never ending storm. I could feel the growing pressure underneath his jeans, and then on my neck as his hand in my hair tilted my neck to the side to light a slow trail of fire across my neck that I didn’t know I’d ever feel again.

The last time I felt that was with Harry, but it wasn’t as… intense as now. Harry didn’t make me feel like I was about to enter the last evolutionary phase of a massive star. He didn’t hold me like he wanted me to be his, almost like he was possessing me, but also as if he was desperate to be mine, timing his gravelly moans with mine until his lips reluctantly left my neck, his nose nuzzling my neck as he took in my scent, his thumb rubbing over my hair.

“I wanna go further, sweetheart.” Beau whispered, lifting his head and meeting emotional, heavy eyes with me. He thumbed my bottom lip, clearly fighting off the urge to sink into my embrace and get lost, no map, no compass. “I do. But…”

“Cassie, Denise and Jenny are outside.” I nodded with a small chuckle, and he mirrored the gesture, closing his eyes and letting out a breathy grunt.

“Don’t look at me like that, Belle. Don’t you dare.” He opened his eyes and gave me the most heart-melting smile, cradling my face in his large hands. “You’re gonna make me do somethin’ I regret.” His coarse thumb rubbed tender circles on my cheekbone. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“Aw, shucks.” I laughed bashfully. “That’s real sweet.”

“It’s true.” He chuckled, then pulled down my plaid’s collar slightly, sending me a heavy, hungry look. Almost pleading. I nodded ever so slightly, the breath stolen from my lungs when his lips descended and sucked gently in a way that had me whimpering, leaving a love bite that he soothed with a gentle stroke of the tip of his tongue and a chaste kiss before covering it up with my collar again. His lips brushed delicately across my cheek and grazed my lips with a low moan, the touch almost as light as a feather.

“M’yours, sweetheart. Remember that.”

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yourusername Happy birthday to my husband. Bubs, you mean the entire world to me, since the moment I met you, I knew you’d be my forever. Thank you for all the laughs, all the late night convos, even when you fall asleep half way through them and get cranky because I didn’t wake you 😭 Thank you for our beautiful children, Mia and Ezequiel have the best daddy and best friend ever. Thank you for always having my back and loving me, but most of all, thank you for being you, thank you for blessing this world, you’re a gift and I’ll forever cherish you. I love you my baby, today and always.

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jackharlow BAAABYYY YOU CANT MAKE ME CRY AGAIN!!!!!

urnbanwyatt Again? 💀

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yourbestiename Happy birthday to Cassie’s Tio Jack Jack. Sending all the birthday wishes. Miss you guys.

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yourbestiename Most definitely, wouldn’t miss it.

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jackharlow I woke up to breakfast in bed-wifey edition 😋 then had breakfast with my kids and walked down to some birthday decorations. My wife also surprised me with a dinner date and some presents. Sweets, you spoil me every damn day and you always manage to go above and beyond for my birthday. Thankful for seeing another year.

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jackharlow Btw look how hot my wife is 🤤 luckiest dude ever!!!!

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yourusername My birthday boy 🫶�� celebrating him today and everyday. I love you baby 🤞🏼😘

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jackharlow I love you, thank you for everything you do and continue to do.

urbanwyatt I can’t wait for my birthday. I expect the same treatment

urbanwyatt MINUS THE BREAKFAST IN BED

jackharlow I was about to say……

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jackharlow Definitely my son 😆 twinem’

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yourusername My boys 🥺🫶🏻

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jackharlow We love you right back mamas

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yourusername Prepare to be sick of me. I still got Urban’s birthday. So the celebration and the posts never ends, not this month at least.

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claybornharlow Haha my little buddy was definitely the main attraction tonight.

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neelamthadhani Not him at the dj booth having a blast.

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yourbestiename ANYWAY

yourbestiename Happy birthday Jack, thank you for everything you’ve done for my little family. I know it’s not easy being in the middle of it all, but I’m lucky to have you and y/n in my life. Wish you many more years to come. Side note: For everyone wondering, stay tuned for Urban’s birthday, like y/n said, prepare to be sick of me too, because that’s still my best friend and I ride for him.

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