You were sitting in your New York penthouse, playing guitar, as you tried to make some songs for your new album. You had just gotten back from your getaway trip to Paris, and it inspired you. It was also The Boys' new season premiere, so you had some time to hang out with your boyfriend Jensen since he plays Soldier Boy in the show.

He was significantly older than you which stirred a bit of discussion online, making you a target for his fans. They would spam malicious comments under both of your and his posts, but you didn't really care. You had your loyal fanbase ready to defend you any minute (not to support the online wars, but it was funny to read). And, to your surprise, some of Jensen's fans also defended you which you thought was nice. Despite your nonchalance towards the situation, Jensen was mad about it. But then again, you told him that it wasn't that big of a deal. You had each other and that mattered.

The ringing doorbell woke you up from your thoughts. Putting your guitar aside, you got up and went to open the door, immediately smiling as wide as you could after seeing Jensen with a bouquet and just as big of a smile as yours. "Awww, is that for me?"

"Of course, who else?" He snorted, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He quickly put his hand around your waist and pulled you closer, crashing his lips against yours in a kiss. "I missed you," he hummed between kisses as you led him further inside your place.

"That's why you said you would help me work on my album?" You chuckled, taking the flowers from him and going to the kitchen so you could put them somewhere.

"Any occasion is a good occasion to see my baby," he said with a proud grin. "And maybe I just felt generous to help," he added with a chuckle and a small shrug of his arms as he followed you.