just thinking about how husband!simon remembers wife!reader's bra size 😭
you'd never been so humiliated, yet somehow so aroused after coming out of a retail shop. simon swore up and down that he hadn't meant to do it.
"it was a 'spur of the moment' kind of thing", he'd said.
"spur of the moment'? kiss my ass," you'd replied.
"i'd kiss your ass any day, love."
you noticed that none of your bras were cutting it anymore; the cups were a bit too big, or the straps were too loose and would fall down at any chance, or the material was falling apart due to a certain someone's roughhousing.
and this certain someone picked up on it, too. well, why wouldn't he? he was your husband, he knew these things. he'd sit in bed and watch you getting ready for bed, his eyebrows scrunched in a little as he watched you mutter to yourself while staring in the mirror, giving an exasperated huff before changing your bra out for something else to sleep in.
he'd heard enough of your mumbled complaints for him to plop you down in the truck and drive you both into town, tapping his calloused fingertips against the steering wheel as he pulled into the carpark outside the retail shop.
it was pretty easy to navigate once you got inside; kids and babies at the front, men on one side, and ladies on the other. you spent a little while looking through some different options, asking for his opinion on a few. obviously, he liked anything you put on, so his opinion wasn't very helpful. thankfully, one of the shop clerks noticed your indecision and decided to approach.
you told her what you were looking for, and she asked the few routine questions: what colour? what style? what size?
before you could open your mouth and tell the young lady what your bra size was, simon stepped up, holding a few things you'd chosen under his arm.
"she's about..." he held up one hand in a claw-cupping motion, as if he was holding something that only he could see. "...this big."
your face flushed with embarrassment as the clerk nodded, looking a little confused but walking off to find what you needed.
and you didn't stay much longer in that shop.
as soon as everything was paid for and you'd both returned to the car, you buried your face in your hands and gave a nervous, humiliated laugh.
"simon! i can't believe you did that," you groaned.
"i can," he said gruffly. "got the right size, didn't i?"
you bet your ass he snapped that thing off you as soon as you were getting undressed.
and what was his logic?
i bought 'em, so i get to take 'em off.
RAAAA i hate this it's so short but i seriously couldn't find it in me to make it longer stupid writers block 😔 anyways ENJOY :3
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don't go near them
don't start a conversation
don't find out more about them
don't talk about yourself
don't get attached
keep quiet. keep quiet. keep quiet.
