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tstan your shoots are always the best
GQ let's do it again some time mr. chalamet
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y/n what's everyone asking for from santa?
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yourfriend what are you getting me for christmas đ€
y/n literally no clue â€ïž
tchalamet a vinyl record would be nice
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y/n two years. you've dealt with every part of me and you're still here with me. I love you more than anything my silly boy. I'll always remember the GQ issue that finally gave me the courage to dm you đđ
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tchalamet ohhhh THATS why its framed in our place đ€đ€
y/n but also cause im so proud of you đthings can have two meanings đ«¶
paulsdune TWO YEARS ?!?!!! it took yall forever to make it official huh
y/n you're telling me...
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y/n same we gotta do it again
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tchalamet thank you once again GQ. i think i'm much more mature this time around. and thank you for getting me the love of my life with the 2020 issue, I am eternally grateful.
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tchalamet my love deserves a post of its own. when we're apart i count down the minutes until we can be together again. you make me the best possible version of myself and i thank you for it. you are the most beautiful person inside and out, and I'm so lucky to get to not only know you, but love you as well. i love you happy two years my pretty girl.
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y/n you just had to outdo my caption huh.
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yourfriend no other guy could make her as happy as you, timmy!
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141 bois with a fem!reader that slips up mid-fuck and calls them daddy đ how would they react?
imma do this prompt separately for each of the guys, but i gotta start with soapđ©
pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x gn!reader
word count: 475
warning: smut below (minorsâDNI), daddy kink, dirty talk, slight degredation/humiliation (if you squint)
like itâd be some random thursday night at your apartment. soap had finally been able to come by to spend the night, not having much to do the next day other than a debrief of last mission.
you felt like it had been years since youâd last seen soap for more than a few hours (it had been a week at most), and soap liked the way you were needy and feigning for his attention.
âwhatâs with all the whinin,â huh?â soap murmured against your throat as he lavished his tongue across the balmy skin, his hips continuing to push his cock into you at an agonizingly slow pace. âtold you i wanna take my time. yâknow how long itâs been since iâve seen you, bunny?â
your lips fell open in a loud whimper, nails scraping down soap's back and your hips fighting against his hands to snap up to meet his thrusts. "t-too slow, johnny. i need more...please, give me more."
soap's chastising chuckle made your cheeks hot with humiliation, but he soothed the burn with brushing a soft kiss against your cheekbone. "greedy little thing, eh? just take what m'giving you, love."
it felt like your insides were on fire, the slow teasing drag of soap's cock inside of you only serving as fuel to make it burn brighter, hotterâbut not enough to push you to the edge like you wanted. you were a blubbering mess, and you didn't even realize half of what you were saying until you felt soap press himself all the way inside of you before coming to a sudden halt.
"what'dya just call me?"
you blinked up at soap as he pushed himself up on his forearms, face inches from yours and the sweat from his temples rolling down to splatter on your cheek. "w-what? i don't...johnny, pleaseâ"
"no, no, no." soap was quick to put one hand on your hip, pulling your squirming body back to him and forcing his cock all the way back inside. "say it again. don't tell me you were too busy throwing a fuckin' fit to even listen to yourself." his lips fell to the shell of your ear, tongue brushing along your earlobe as he spoke again. "think you said...daddy please."
the blood rushed to your cheeks as your head fell back against the pillow beneath you, body trembling at just how full you felt in that moment. it was intoxicating, but it wasn't enough. "i didn't...johnny, i didn't mean toâ"
soap let out a low groan as he pulled his hips back before delivering a particularly hard thrust, sending his cock barreling into just the right spot to make your vision blur slightly. his pace was now faster, harder, rougher than before. "don't get shy now, bunny. go onâfuckin' hellâsay it again and daddy'll give you everything what you want."
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Thanks for bringing the most joy to my life sweetheart, couldn't be happier to be by your side on your birthday. Happy birthday â€ïž
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Jenson Alexander Lyons Button and his uneasy ass couldn't just like somewhere to have breakfast in the whole Southern France. I was starving to death when he took these.
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I donât have a great idea or prompt but your As You Wish Older!Eddie absolutely stopped me in my tracks and I think about him daily đ© idk if youâd prefer a totally different universe to write older!eddie but I got thinking about As You Wish Eddie and just wondering what like a different night with him and reader maybe Pre-AYW where theyâre a lil cuddly but shouldnât be or post-AYW date night where things actually go well and itâs happy for them both and Eddieâs efforts are appreciated (looking at u Brittany đ)
I swear, I didn't intend for this to be so long. Yet here we are. This is Pre-As You Wish. Thank you so much for this request! I love writing this little gang so much.
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âBut I want one,â Luke says with an overdramatic sigh. He flops back on the couch, arm dropping above his head, reminding you of a swooning Southern Belle.Â
âYouâre being silly,â you tell him, reaching down to ruffle his brown curls. âItâs not that I just said no, you canât have one. There are literally no cupcakes in the whole house, kiddo.â
The five-year-old acts as if your words have wounded him, curling up himself and holding his chest with both hands as if heâs been stabbed. Where did he get this stuff?
âWill die without frosting!â Luke says weakly. You canât help but laugh at his adorable antics as you kneel down near his head. Thereâs no doubt that heâs the most entertaining part of your job.Â
âOh no,â you say, copying his dramatics. âWeâre going to lose Luke!â
Without opening his eyes, Luke gives his head a nod, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth. The front door opens and your heart soars, though thereâs a brief flash of panic that itâs not the parent of the children that you want to see. When the sound of heavy boots being kicked off reaches your ears, you relax, but stay in character for your game with Luke.Â
âEddie, come quickly!â Your tone is teasing, and you throw him a smile over your shoulder to let him know that youâre only fooling around. Eddieâs smirk says heâs game to play along.
âWhatâs wrong with my boy?â Eddie says, faking a gasp and coming to kneel next to you at Lukeâs side.Â
âHe says heâs dying from lack of cupcakes,â you say, placing your hand on your heart.Â
âFrosting,â Luke grits out, making both you and Eddie hide snorts of laughter.Â
âRight. From lack of frosting,â you amend.Â
âItâs such a shame,â Eddie says, shaking his head. âIf only he could hold on for two more days until his brotherâs birthday.â
Luke pops open a bright blue eye, peeking at his father. âOh yeah.â
âOh yeah,â Eddie mimics his sonâs voice, wrinkling up his nose.Â
âWhat kind of cake?â Luke asks, abandoning his theatrical game and sitting up on the couch.
âIâll tell you if you give me a hug,â Eddie offers, and Luke launches himself at his dad. Eddie laughs and presses a kiss to his temple. âVanilla cake. Vanilla icing.â
âStrawberryâs better,â Luke says.Â
âThen weâll have that on your birthday,â Eddie says, mussing up the little boyâs hair before standing. âWhereâs Ryan?â
âTaking a bath,â you say, standing up after him. âWe finished his homework, and he said if he takes a bath now, he can read before bed instead.â
Eddie grins and shakes his head as he unzips the navy coveralls heâs wearing. Your eyes canât help but trail his hands, rough and calloused from manual labor, pulling down the zipper so he can shrug his top half out of the garment.Â
Luke gets bored now that none of the attention is on him, so he scurries to his room to find something to keep him occupied.Â
âThat kid,â Eddie says, his tone full of adoration for his oldest son. âI have no idea where he gets it. The brains, the books. Certainly not my genes.â
âHey, youâre smart,â you argue with a pout. Eddie lets out a chuckle and walks to the kitchen, you hot on his heels. âIâm serious!â
âSweetheart, I barely got out of high school. Canât tell you the last time I read a book.â
âThere are different types of intelligence, Eddie. I mean, last week! All I said to you was that my car was making a growling noise and within two minutes you knew what was wrong with it. Without even having to go outside and look at it. Jesus, I donât even know the names for half the crap under the hood. And I guess Iâll just have to lend you a book, huh?â
Eddie smiles at you. A real, open face, full of teeth smile. You take a seat at the kitchen table, unsure if your wobbling knees would be able to hold you up after seeing that grin aimed at you.Â
âYouâre the best,â he says. A warmth tingles all over your body at his praise. âYou wanna stay for dinner?â
The answer to that question depends on what time it is. When your eyes scan over to the clock hanging on the wall and see Brittany is due home in five minutes, that makes the decision for you.Â
âCanât,â you say, eyes sliding back to Eddie where heâs digging through the freezer. Probably in search of something to make. But you notice that he had been watching you, seeing you look over at the clock before answering.Â
âProbably have a paper you need to finish,â Eddie says, giving you an out as he resumes his search.Â
âUh, yeah,â you say. But you still have those precious five minutes to be alone with Eddie and you donât want to waste them. Your mind scrambles for something to talk to him about. âShould I bring Ryanâs present over tomorrow? Or do you want me to wait until Monday?â
Eddieâs brow pinches in a frown and he closes the freezer. âWhy donât you just bring it to the party?â
âHis birthday party? Oh, I didnât realize I was invited.â
Eddie stares at you incredulously. His jaw drops open and he lets out a laugh. âOf course you are. Britt never told you that?â
âNo,â you say with a shrug.
âJesus Christ,â Eddie groans and rubs a hand over his hair. His tongue pokes out to lick over his lips before he speaks again. âI know she told me she invited you. Because I said Iâd do it, then she said sheâd handle it.â
âMaybe she forgot?â You try to give her the benefit of the doubt, but Eddie knows better. He doesnât want to get into it with you, though. Lord knows you donât need to hear about his marriage issues.
âWell, you are invited. And donât worry, itâs not going to just be a bunch of little kids. Weâre having a barbecue out back, around the pool. Some old friends of mine, my uncle, Brittâs sister and her family, and then a handful of Ryanâs friends. You can bring someone if you want. Your sister, friend, boyfriend, whatever.â Yeah, he was fishing for information that shouldnât affect him either way, but here he was. Is he proud of it? No. Is he going to stop? Probably not. He knows heâs too attached to you but heâs convinced it can all be a fantasy in his head and everything will be fine. At least thatâs what he tells himself.Â
âYeah, Iâm free Saturday,â you say. âUm, not sure if Iâll bring anyone. Probably not.â Your best friend, and roommate, knew about your feelings for Eddie, so that would just make you nervous she would accidentally spill the beans and ruin everything. Thereâs no way you were telling your sister about how you feel because sheâd just tell you that youâre being stupid; that youâre a kid with a dumb crush. And maybe thatâs true, but you didnât need to hear it from her.Â
Pushing yourself up from the table, you grab your bag from the counter and slip it on your shoulder.Â
âSee you tomorrow?â you ask.
âIâll be here,â Eddie says, half of his mouth quirking up into a smile.
You shoot him one last smile over your shoulder before heading down the hallway to say goodbye to the kids.
Fridays are the days you only have one class, which means you get to sleep in a little longer than usual. Except for today, when the phone on your bedside table jars you out of your slumber, the piercing shrill going right through you.
âWho the hell,â you grumble to yourself as you push yourself up onto your elbows. Reaching over, your fingers graze the receiver and tug it to your ear. The anger at being awoken dissipates when you hear the telltale sign of machinery and tools clanging. Even before your favorite voice in the world answers your greeting. âHello?â
âHey! Oh shit, did I wake you up?â Eddie asks. You debate lying, but the hoarseness in your voice would call your bluff.Â
âYeah, but itâs fine. My alarm was about to go off anyway.â That was a lie, but one he couldnât catch you in. âWhatâs up? Boys okay? You okay?â
Both of you notice the lack of checking in on the last member of the family, but neither of you cares either. On his end of the phone, Eddie canât help but grin to himself, trying to hide it from the other guys in the shop. First, your early morning voice was just about the cutest thing heâs ever heard, now your worry for him and the boys has his heart kicking up its pace.Â
âYeah, everyoneâs fine,â Eddie says. âJust wanted to ask a favor of you, if you donât mind.â
âAnything.â You could slap yourself for how eagerly you said it. For all you know heâs going to ask you to spend the day with Brittany, which might actually kill you. But who are you kidding? Youâd do it if he asked.Â
âWell,â Eddie says with a sigh. âBritt kind of dropped the ball. Again.â
Itâs not a shock by any means. Squeezing your lips together, you internalize the sigh you so desperately want to let out and pinch the bridge of your nose.Â
âShe, uh, was supposed to pick up Ryanâs cake from the bakery after work today, but apparently,â Eddie pauses here to huff a humorless chuckle, âshe forgot to ever order it. Do you think you can swing by the grocery store and get some vanilla cake mix and vanilla frosting? Ryan didnât know, thank God, so he wonât be disappointed that itâll have to be homemade. The kids will want to help with it but by the time I get home there won't be enough time to bake it, let it cool, and frost it before they have to go to bed.â
âOh, Eddie, of course,â you say. The boys loved baking; you know that from experience. Together youâd made countless cookies and brownies. âDo you need me to grab anything else from the store?â
âNo, no, thatâs all. And Iâll give you the money for it when I get home, I swear.â
âEddie,â you say with a chuckle. âItâs fine, I can buy birthday cake ingredients for one of my two favorite little dudes.âÂ
âNope, youâre getting that money back,â Eddie says, and you just know thereâs a smile on his face as he says it. You can practically hear it.Â
âI see why Luke is so stubborn,â you say as you lay back on your pillow. Maybe if you close your eyes and tug your soft purple blanket up to your chin, you can pretend youâre being a normal girl having a conversation with the guy sheâs head over heels for. Not a conversation about your job with your boss, who has a wife, and is over ten years older than you. Just Eddie.Â
Eddie scoffs on the other end of the line, bringing a dopey grin to your face. âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â he says. âThat kid is nothing like me.â
âHa!â you bark out, making Eddie laugh, the sound like a shot of whiskey hitting your bloodstream. âPretty sure Luke isnât your son, heâs your clone.â Literally, the fact that the five-year-old has blue eyes is the only noticeable difference.
âOkay, okay,â Eddie concedes. âI guess I better get back to work before my boss charges me for half the phone bill.â
âBosses, right? Such a pain in the ass.â
âListen, you little smartass,â Eddie says through a laugh, a blushing smile making your own cheeks hurt. âIâll quit my job right now and take yours.â
âTrade you,â you say, knowing he has to get back to work but not wanting to let him go. âIâll fix the cars.â
âAll right,â Eddie says. âJust tell me where the carburetor is located.â Wrinkling up your nose, you stay silent, only proving Eddieâs point. âUh huh,â he says, voice sounding smug. âSo, Iâll go replace the brakes on this Honda and youâll go to class, hit the grocery store, and take care of two little monsters for a few hours, yeah?â
âYeah,â you say. âIâm clearly the winner here.â
âYou are,â Eddie agrees. âOkay sweetheart, Iâll see you later.â
The term of endearment isnât new. Heâs called you that countless times, along with a variety of other nicknames. Heâs probably even said it over the phone to you before, youâre not sure. But the part thatâs currently giving you the feeling of pop rocks exploding in your stomach is that anyone who can hear him on the phone at work right now probably thinks heâs talking to his wife. Or girlfriend if they donât know heâs married. But he said it to you. Something about it makes you feel giddy.Â
âBye, Eddie.â
âBye,â Eddie drags out the word before the line goes dead.Â
After starting your day off by talking to Eddie, you donât feel the need for your usual cup of coffee. Youâre already wide awake. The day seems to be better than a usual Friday, an extra pep in your step that you can only think of one explanation for. Class seemed more interesting, traffic didnât seem as bad, even finding a parking spot at the notoriously crowded grocery store was easier.Â
Strolling down the baking aisle to find the supplies you need, you hum along to the cheery pop tune playing over the storeâs speakers. Your eyes scan over the shelves and snag on a box of vanilla cake mix. Dropping that into your basket, you search for the matching frosting. As you look at all the baking supplies in front of you, the sprinkles catch your eye. Which leads you to looking at the tubes of food gel that you can write on cakes with. Pursing your lips as you look it over, you shrug and think, what the hell? The sprinkles and food gel get added to the shopping basket. Now all youâre missing is the vanilla frosting. Which you discover was right in front of your face the whole time, making you roll your eyes at yourself as you snatch it off the shelf. Purposefully keeping the grocery bag in the backseat, and not in the trunk, your next stop is to pick up the munchkins from school.Â
The pickup line at the elementary school is long, but you donât mind. It usually moves pretty quickly, and the radio station is currently playing Billy Joel. Eddie teases you all the time about your love for the singer of Piano Man, but he does at least admit that the man is talented.Â
Two bright faces come up to the windows of your gold car, Ryan grinning and waving, and Luke hooking his pointer fingers into his mouth and pulling them wide while sticking his tongue at you. Leaning across the center console as much as you can with your seatbelt still on, squishing up your face and sticking your tongue out in turn. Luke giggles and opens the backseat, climbing in and over the bag to sit behind you.Â
âWhatâs this?â Luke asks as Ryan climbs in behind him.Â
âFor Ryanâs birthday,â you say, smiling at him over your shoulder. âWeâre making a cake when we get home.â
They both cheer as you pull away from the curb and towards the exit off of school property.
Having baked with them before, you knew it could get crazy. Flour usually ends up all over the three of you and the floor. Eggshells seem to get in the batter no matter how much you try to avoid that. But making Ryanâs cake has them amped up to a whole new level.
âLuke, not yet!â You hold the bowl above his head so he canât pour in the oil thatâs not supposed to be added until after the eggs. Mixing a bowl thatâs at eye level with you is a difficult task, you find.Â
âI got the pans!â Ryan holds up the two round pans that will bake the layers of his cake.
âPerfect. Can you spray them?â
âWith this?â Ryan asks, holding up the non-stick spray can.
âYes, sir,â you tell him as you set the bowl down on the counter. âOkay, Luke. Now you can add the oil.â
Once the cake is in the oven, you clean up as best you can while the boys work on their homework at the kitchen table. Youâre sweeping the powdery substance off the floor when Luke asks how you spell your name. Going slowly so he can focus and write it down, you tell him.
âWhy?â you ask. âWhatâs it for?â
âHomework,â Luke states simply.
âWhatâs your homework about?â you ask.
âGotta draw and write the names of my family.â
The broom stalls in your hands at his words. Quickly, you sweep up the debris and walk to look at Lukeâs paper over his shoulder. There you are. All the way to the left of the paper, right next to Eddie. It goes, you, Eddie, Luke, Ryan, and Brittany. At the bottom thereâs a brown blob. Youâre not sure what it is, but your mind is a little occupied with the idea that Luke considers you part of the family. The pressure of warm tears presses behind your eyes, but you refuse to let them come any further. Not sure if heâd understand your affection through words, you bend down and press a few kisses to the top of his dark brown curls.
âWhatâs that?â you ask, pointing to the spot at the bottom of his paper.Â
âMy dog,â Luke says with a sigh.
âIs it invisible?â you ask, making a show of looking around the kitchen.Â
âNo,â Luke says with his boyish giggle. His little legs swing underneath the table since theyâre too short to touch the ground. âThe dog I want.â
âHe needs a name too, you know,â you say, tapping at the blank space where the name should go.Â
âShe!â Luke looks up at you, frown pinching his adorable features. âI want a girl dog.â
âMy apologies,â you say, bowing your head to the miniature Eddie. âShe needs a name, then.âÂ
âNala!â
âLike The Lion King?â you ask.
âYes!â
Once you help Luke sound out the name so he can add it to his paper, you take a look and see how Ryanâs homework is coming along.Â
âLook at you, whizzing through these math problems,â you say, ruffling his honey brown hair. âLittle genius over here.â
He gives you a bashful smile and goes back to his work. The boys finish up just as the timer tells you that the cakes are done. Carefully removing them with the ugliest blue and brown checkered oven mitts youâve ever seen, you place both round pans on top of the stove and turn off the oven.Â
âNow the icing?â Luke asks.
âNot yet,â you say, slipping off the mitts. âThey have to cool first. But do you wanna see what I bought to decorate them?â
Both little boys kneel on the chairs, laying the top half of their bodies on the table so they can watch you unpack the grocery bag. Lukeâs eyes widen when he sees the can of frosting and youâre pretty sure thereâs some drool forming in the corner of his mouth. The sprinkles make Ryan happy, his face lighting up and grabbing the jar.Â
âSo many colors,â he says as he turns the jar around, tilting the sprinkles so he can watch them slide from side to side. The last thing you unpack is the writing gel and neither kid seems to care.
âWhat is it?â Luke asks.
âYou use it to write on the cake,â you say, flipping the box over and showing them the picture on the back. âWe can write âHappy Birthday, Ryan!â on it.â
âWe can write anything?â Thereâs a mischievous glint in Lukeâs eye that has you raising an eyebrow on him.
âWhat is it that you want to write?â you ask.Â
âButt,â Luke says, a throaty and immature laugh coming out of him.Â
âNo,â you say. âMaybe you can convince Daddy to let you write than when itâs your birthday cake.â
âThatâs so far away!â Luke says, flopping back in his chair dramatically.Â
âAre you coming to my party?â Ryan asks as he slides out of his seat.
âSure am, buddy.â You pat the top of your head as he walks by you to get a drink from the fridge. âYou excited?â
âEh,â Ryan says with a shrug of his small shoulders.
âEh? Why eh?â you ask, frowning at him.
âMy cousins are gonna be there,â Ryan answers before taking a sip of water. âTheyâre mean.âÂ
âJust Sasha,â Luke says to his brother. âNat and Dmitri are nice.â
âI guess,â Ryan says.Â
âAre these Momâs sisterâs kids?â you ask, taking a seat at the table.
âYeah,â Ryan says. He walks over and leans against you, so you wrap your arm around him and press a kiss to his forehead.
âBut thereâs gonna be lots of other people there,â you tell him. âItâs going to be so much fun!â
A small smile comes to Ryanâs face, and he nods his head. Youâd personally keep this Sasha away from Ryan if you had to. He deserves to have fun at his birthday party, not worry about what some mean kid might say.Â
âOkay,â you say, patting Ryanâs arm. âWho wants to play Hungry Hungry Hippos while we wait for the cake to cool?â
Of course they did, so thatâs what you spend the next hour doing. The first time, you let them win. But after that, they were beating you just on their own pure speed. It looked like Luke was going to crack the back of the orange hippo.
Standing up once another round has finished, you walk over to the cake to see if itâs still too warm. Itâs down to room temperature so you help the boys clean up the game before setting the decorating items on the kitchen table.Â
Thereâs a stereo just on the other side of the wall of the kitchen, in the living room. Decorating calls for some music, you decide, so you open your purse and find the mixed tape that your friend made for you. Usually, mixed tapes are just that: a mixture. But this one was made up of only Billy Joel songs; your favorites all on one convenient tape. First making sure that the thin glossy material of the tape is all on the left side, showing itâs been rewound, you click the tape into place and press play. The opening notes play as you make your way back into the kitchen.Â
What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing?
Can't you tell that your tie's too wide?
Maybe I should buy some old tab collars?
Welcome back to the age of jive
Luke starts to dance in the middle of the kitchen, mostly consisting of head bobs and moving his shoulders back and forth, but itâs still cute. Keeping one eye on his theatrics, you bring the cakes over to the kitchen table and set each on a plate. The pop topped from the frosting, the gel tubes out of their box, and sprinkle jar ready to rock and roll, you put two plastic knives on the table for the boys to use.Â
You're just scooping a large dollop on the top of each cake when the front doorknob jingles and all three of your heads turn in that direction. Eddie steps inside and tosses his keys down. He takes a step towards your direction but halts mid step as he sees the three of you looking at him.
âHi?â
Luke slides down from his seat and runs to his dad, Eddie scooping him up effortlessly under his armpits and holding the little boy against his chest.Â
âDaddyyyy!â he roars.
âLuuuuuke,â Eddie answers, deepening his voice to match the one Luke tried to use. Eddieâs head turns towards the stereo and then he looks at you, eyes narrowed and a smirk on his lips. âYouâre subjecting my children to Billy Joel now?â
âThey deserve to hear what good music sounds like,â you answer with your own smirk. Truthfully, you love the music that Eddie listens to, itâs just fun to mess with him.Â
âDaddy, do you wanna help decorate?â Ryan asks, eyes wide with hope. Eddie could never say no to that face.
âSure thing, buddy,â Eddie says as he sets Luke down. âJust let me get cleaned up and changed.â
As he heads down the hall, Luke climbs back onto his chair and starts to smooth the white icing around on the yellow cake.Â
âMore,â Luke says.
âI donât think so,â you say, eyeing the cake in front of him. âThatâs plenty. Just move it around more.â
He lets out a huff, sounding just like his father.Â
âThis good?â Ryan asks. His cake is completely covered on the top, now just the sides need to be done.Â
âGood job,â you tell him.Â
Eddie comes back into the kitchen, a pair of sweatpants hung low on his hips and a gray t-shirt, arm tattoos on full display for you to enjoy. Thereâs nothing inherently sexy about the clothes but seeing them on Eddie is making you feel hot all over. He takes a seat at the table, next to Ryan, and looks over the sprinkles and colored gel.
âYou didnât have to get all this,â Eddie says to you, but you just wave him off.
âI knew heâd like it and I was right.â
âOkay, seriously, how much do I owe you?â Eddie asks.
âNothing,â you say with a laugh. âKeep your money and ice your sonâs birthday cake.â
Eddie smirks and gives you a mocking salute before picking up a knife to help Ryan cover the sides. Once both cakes are sufficiently coated, Eddie stacks them, and you touch up any frosting that got messed up.Â
The song on the stereo changes to Just the Way You Are and the slow melody has Luke closing his eyes and swaying in his seat, making you chuckle. Ryan picks up the sprinkles and makes them rain down, colored speckles brightening up the plain white dessert.Â
Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair, mmm
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care
Little fingers grab your hand and pull. Turning towards Luke, you see him trying to pull you over to the middle of the kitchen.Â
âWhat?â you ask as you get up and go where he leads you. Once he gets you where he wants you, he keeps a hold of your hand in his and wraps his other arm around the back of your thighs, since itâs the only part of you he can really reach. He starts to sway back and forth, and it dawns on you that heâs trying to slow dance with you. The adoring grin on your face as you look down at the little boy has your cheeks hurting for the second time today. His big blue eyes return your gaze, his own smile just about the cutest thing youâve ever seen. Luke quickly tires of the slowness, letting go of you and drifting back to the table to try his own hand at the sprinkles.Â
âHey!â you say, jutting your lower lip out at Luke for abandoning you on the dance floor.Â
Ryanâs pouting next to him, where heâs still trying to get sprinkles to stick to the side of the cake.
âYou canât just leave her there!â Ryan says to his little brother. He looks down at his sticky little hands and then back to you. His mind must deduce that he canât dance with you like this. Plus, heâs still working. âDaddy, you dance with her.â
Eddieâs eyes widen for a second as he looks at Ryan, but the look is quickly gone, replaced by that damn smile that drives you crazy. The man rises from his seat and takes a few steps over to you and you feel like your heart might actually explode. Is he really going to dance with you? This has to be a dream.Â
Eddie extends his hand to you, which you donât hesitate to take. He pulls you to him, causing you to giggle and a flush to move up your cheeks. One strong arm wraps around your waist and you think that this just might be the best moment of your life. His other hand, rough and calloused from years of manual labor, holds your smaller, softer hand. When you drape your other arm over his shoulder, hand so close yet so far from the curls at the base of his neck that you always want to play with, Eddie starts to sway back and forth with you. Feeling his body pressed against yours, arm wrapped around your body, hand holding yours, you begin to feel lightheaded. Itâs because your breathing has sped up, you realize, and you have to manually take control of your lungs, telling them to inhale longer and exhale fully.Â
A surprised giggle leaves your lips as Eddie lets go of your waist and twirls you around by your hand. Heâs smiling when you turn back around to face him, his eyes bright and shining.Â
I said I love you, that's forever
And this I promise from the heart, mmm
I couldn't love you any better
I love you just the way you are, right
The emotion of the lyrics as Eddie pulls your body back against his has you feeling like youâre underwater. Everything is in slow motion and sounds are garbled, but itâs perfect. Youâre sure your skin is on fire and youâre not sure how Eddie isnât scalding his hands on you.Â
Eddie looks down at you as you dance, his dark brown eyes locked on yours, never looking away. Normally, youâd shrink from anyone looking at you this intently, but itâs Eddie. It feels flattering and warm and intimate in a way that you donât know how to describe. Thereâs nothing wrong with what youâre doing. First you danced with Luke, then his dad, at Ryanâs insistence. Itâs completely innocent.Â
As the song comes to a close, Eddie dips you, grip tightening on you as you squeal at the surprise. He chuckles and pulls you back up to your feet. When he takes his hands off you, you feel suddenly cold. Like something is missing. Eddie bends at the waist, bowing to you, so you give him a curtsy in return.
âThatâs how you dance with a lady,â Eddie says, giving a playful, barely-there smack on the back of Lukeâs head. âGonna have to teach you to be a gentleman, I see.â
Luke ignores him, finishing up his sprinkle job, but you think there are more sprinkles on Luke than the cake. Ryan hands you a red tube of writing gel, and Eddie a yellow. He has the green one gripped in his small hand.
âOkay, I want you to write âHappy,ââ Ryan tells his dad before turning to you. âAnd I want you to write âBirthday.â Iâm gonna write my name.âÂ
Following his instructions, Eddie goes first. He takes his time, tongue poking out in concentration as the yellow gel slips out, curling into the letters weaved by Eddieâs hands in the air. When itâs your turn, you realize you have the longest word to write. As youâre halfway through, the song changes to Uptown Girl and a smile ticks onto your face.
âMy favorite,â you say as you curl the H in birthday. It comes out looking pretty good if you do say so yourself. Ryan takes his time with his name as well. Glancing over to Eddie, you see heâs staring off into space, zoned out, mind far away.Â
Uptown girl
You know I can't afford to buy her pearls
But maybe someday when my ship comes in
She'll understand what kind of guy I've been
And then I'll win
The beginnings of a smile twitch at one corner of Eddieâs mouth and youâd give anything to know what heâs thinking about so intently.Â
âDone!â Ryan announces, breaking Eddie from his trance.
âIt looks great, buddy,â Eddie says, patting his oldest son on the back. âLetâs put it in the fridge now.â
Ryan nods and Eddieâs careful in carrying the plate. You open the refrigerator door for him, and he slides it on the top shelf.
âThere we go,â Eddie says as you close the fridge. He looks over and sees Luke covered in frosting, sprinkles, and somehow the gel, even though he didnât touch it. âLuke, you need to go take a bath.â
The boy pouts but slides off the chair and walks down the hallway.
âIâll see you tomorrow, Luke!â you call before he can get into the bathroom.
âOkay! Bye!â he calls back.Â
âCome on, Ry,â Eddie says. âHelp me clean up.â Eddie grabs the sponge and groans, shooting you a playful glance. âCan't believe you made a mixtape of just Billy Joel.â
âI didnât make it,â you say, grabbing the kitchen towel and swatting Eddie with it. âMy friend Paul made it for me.â
âOh?â Eddie asks, raising an eyebrow. Ryan takes the can of icing off the table along with the gel tubes, and Eddie runs the sponge over the green tiled table. âPaul, huh? You know, guys usually make mixtapes for girls they like.â
âMm,â you hum, cheeks warming. âLove songs, I believe. And Paulâs majoring in music so he makes tapes for everyone.âÂ
Eddieâs tempted to tell you that you should have Paul introduce you to new music, but he canât bring himself to suggest you spend time with another guy. A college guy, especially, your own age and who you probably hang out with. His grip tightens on the sponge, the water and suds squishing between his fingers.Â
âMaking a mess, Dad,â Ryan says with a giggle, poking at a bubble one of the suds produces.Â
âGo wash up with your brother, okay?â Eddie says. Ryan stops in front of you and holds his arms out for a hug, which you eagerly return.
âIâll see you tomorrow, okay? I can't wait.â
Ryan grins up at you when you release him from your arms. âMe neither! Bye.â
âBye, sweetie,â you say, giving him a wave as he heads down the hallway. Towel still in your hands, you wipe down the table with it as Eddie puts the sponge back in the sink. The next Billy Joel tune is on and youâre humming it to yourself before you start to sing along.
Who knows how much further we'll go on
Maybe I'll be sorry when you're gone
I'll take my chances
I forgot how nice romance is
I haven't been there for the longest time
Thereâs a smile on your face as you sing the words, the lyrics bringing Eddie to mind. Not that he isnât always on your mind.Â
âSing those lyrics to Paul?â Eddie asks.
With a frown, you turn to face him. âNo. Paul and I arenât anything. Why?â
âYou had a lovesick expression on your face,â Eddie says, his voice a little harder than usual. Did you really have your emotions playing across your face like that?Â
âOh, Eddie,â you say with an over dramatic sigh. âItâs just because I love Billy Joel so much.â
Eddie flicks a few water droplets at you, and you giggle when they hit your face.Â
âGod, Iâm gonna puke,â Eddie says, trying, and failing, to conceal a playful smile.Â
âWhat?â you ask, giving him wide innocent eyes. âYou donât like Billy Joel? Huh, well thatâs okay, Eddie.â You walk over to your purse and start to rifle through it, Eddieâs eyes tracking your every movement. âHere, maybe this will be better.â New cassette clutched in your hand, you go over to the stereo and stop the Billy Joel tape.Â
Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow as he waits for you to switch to whatever God awful â he can only assume â music youâre going to put on. The new tape snaps back into the stereo and youâre strolling back in the kitchen to drop the Billy Joel tape back in your bag as the opening notes on this particular tape start.Â
âNo,â Eddie says, eyes narrowing at you when he starts to recognize the song. You pay no mind to him as you zip your purse back up, singing along with the lyrics as they start.
Life is a mystery
Everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home
âYouâre honestly subjecting me to Madonna?â Eddieâs eyes look like theyâre going to pop out of his skull. Ignoring his words this time, you keep singing along and twirl until youâre standing right in front of Eddie. Looking up at him with a mischievous smile, you grab his hands in yours and try to get him to dance along. He refuses, but you just keep standing there in front of him, moving your hips back and forth as you keep singing.
When you call my name, it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
Eddieâs breath catches in his chest. The image the lyrics evoke in his mind is not something he should be thinking about â let alone with you right in front of him.Â
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
The line keeps repeating in his head on a loop accompanied by the image of you on your knees in front of him. Looking up from below him, your beautiful eyes wide and your lips pouted. Fuck. Why did he decide to put sweatpants on? Shit, he needs to get out of the kitchen before you can see his boner.Â
âUh, those two have been in the bathroom a dangerously long time,â Eddie says. Mercifully, you stop moving your perfectly sculpted hips when he speaks, giving Eddie a moment to compose himself a bit more. âBetter go make sure theyâre all washed up before I start dinner.â
âOkay,â you say, taking a few steps back from him to go collect your tape from the stereo. You pop it back in your purse and slide the bag onto your shoulders.
âSee you tomorrow?â Eddie asks, turning his body towards the hall to better hide himself. âPartyâs at one.â
âI can come by early and help set up?â
Even when desperately trying to usher you out of the house, heâs anxious to get you to come back as soon as possible. âSure. Twelve? Little after?â
âIâll be here,â you tell him, giving him a smile thatâs not doing any favors for the hard on in his pants.Â
He gives you a smile in return, along with a wave before he heads down the hall to the bathroom where the critters are probably making a mess.Â
As if picking out a bathing suit to wear for any other occasion wasnât frustrating enough, now you have to pick one that Eddie would see you in. Impossible as it was, you managed to pick one. Itâs a one-piece dark green suit with cut outs along the sides, exposing the sides of your ribs. It became the winning suit mostly because of how well it holds your boobs up, though. The girls are on display, but not about to fall out of your suit. A pair of denim shorts and a faded white t-shirt are your choices to throw on top of it. You scoop up Ryanâs gift and head out the door.
When you park your car in front of the Munson residence you can tell the backyard is being set up. Lukeâs loud voice sounds from around the house, chattering away to who you can only assume is Eddie. The sound of patio chairs scraping against the pool deck drowns out the little boyâs voice, but you hear Eddie hum in agreement with something he said. Just that little sound from Eddie has an involuntary smile spreading on your face and you head to the side of the house where the gate to the backyard is located.Â
âLuke, can you move that chair over? The one by the grill.âÂ
Eddie catches sight of you as you come around the corner of the house. His face lights up and it almost causes you to trip over your own sandals. When he goes to open his mouth to say hello, you hold your finger up to your lips, eyes darting towards Luke and back again. Eddie nods, a smirk playing over his lips. Slowly so as not to make a sound, you put Ryanâs gift down on the table closest to you and kick off your shoes. Lukeâs back is still turned as you tiptoe closer to him. Striking, you reach out and snatch the small boy in your arms, hugging him to your chest. Squeals escape his tiny frame as he wriggles in your arms, and you press kisses to his cheek.
âGot you!â you call over his laughter.Â
Eddieâs chuckling as he watches the two of you, untangling a string at the end of a âHappy Birthdayâ banner.Â
âYou scared me!â Luke says.Â
âThat was the point,â you say as you tickle his sides. He wiggles his way out of your grip and gives you a playful push. You pretend to stumble back, as if his strength was just too much for you. The triumphant look on his face melts your heart and you just want to snatch him up again. But before you can, Eddieâs voice calls for you.
âWhatâs up?â you ask, strolling over to the man.
âThis ladder is kind of wobbly, can you hold it for me while I hang up the sign?â he asks.
âI can do it,â you say, holding your hand out for the banner.
âYou sure?â Eddie asks, arching an eyebrow.Â
âYeah,â you say. âI trust you holding the ladder more than I do me.â
âIf you insist.â He hands over the sign and you climb a few rungs up the ladder. Eddieâs hands hold the ladder on either side of your body, and he feels his cheeks flush when your ass is right at his eye level. Giving himself just a moment to enjoy the view, he decides not to be a perv and look up to where youâre securing the banner above the back door.Â
âHowâs it look?â you ask.
Your ass? Perfect, he thinks to himself.Â
âUh, looks good,â Eddie says. You climb down and are boxed in by the older manâs arms as he still holds on to the ladder. His lips quirk to the side as your eyes meet his. âLooks, um, really good.âÂ
Eddie bites his bottom lip, only breaking his trance when the back door opens, and he instinctively wraps his arm around you to tug you out of its way. The door bangs against the ladder and Ryan winces as he steps outside. Heâs about to apologize when his eyes take in you standing there. The fear in Eddie screams that Ryanâs eyes went wide because his arm is around you, so he quickly drops it. But really, Ryan is just excited to see you. He runs over and throws his arms around your middle, burying his face in your stomach.
âHey, you! Happy birthday, Ryan.â
âThank you!â Ryan pulls back, giving you a grin.Â
Eddie folds the ladder in and picks it up, your eyes immediately drawn to his muscles flexing in his Iron Maiden tee that he probably cut the sleeves off of himself.Â
âLuke!â Brittany shouts from inside and it seems like all four of you in the backyard tense at the sound. Her footsteps are quickly approaching the back door and Luke groans, shuffling himself closer to you and Ryan. The door hinges squeak and Ryanâs grip tightens around you.Â
âThere you are,â Brittany says, eyes locking on her youngest son. Her eyes glance briefly over to you, then back to Luke. âHi.âÂ
It takes a moment before you realize she was talking to you. âUh, hi, Brittany.â
âLuke, come inside and help me. Eddie, you need to get the towels out of the linen closet.â
âOkay,â Eddie says. He ruffles Lukeâs hair and prods him along to follow his mom inside.
âNeed me to do anything out here?â you ask.Â
âUhâŠâ Eddie slips his hands into the pockets of his black jeans and looks around the patio. âNot gonna light the grill til people start getting here. Chairs and tables are all set up. Oh!â He snaps his fingers and walks over to pull a box off of one of the deck chairs. âCan you put the birthday tablecloths on the tables?â
âOf course.â Bending down, you press a kiss to the top of Ryanâs head. âI put your present right over there. Wanna take it inside?â
âYes!âÂ
For the next forty-five minutes you help the Munsonâs around the house, setting up decorations, putting the snacks into bowls, and trying to keep Luke from shaking Ryanâs gifts around to try and figure out whatâs inside. You're pulling the burgers and hotdogs out of the fridge in preparation for Eddie to grill when the man in question walks into the kitchen, Iron Maiden shirt still on, but his jeans exchanged for a pair of silver swim trunks.Â
âWhere are the boys?â he asks.
âGetting changed into their bathing suits,â you say as you knock the fridge closed with your hip.
The doorbell rings and Eddie heaves a sigh. âAnd so it begins.â He heads out to answer it and comes back in with an older man whom you recognize from photographs. Still, Eddie introduces the two of you.
âThis old geezer is my Uncle Wayne,â Eddie says, playful smirk set on his pretty lips.Â
âAh, you must be the young lady the boys are always talking about.â
Wayne offers his hand which you shake with a polite smile on your face. Eddie hopes neither of you notice the pink tinge over his cheekbones because he knows heâs guilty of talking about you more than he probably should.Â
âI guess thatâs me,â you say.Â
âGrandpa!â Luke runs in and launches himself at the older man. Wayne laughs and catches the young boy, swinging him up into his arms.
âThereâs my troublemaker,â Wayne says.
âFitting nickname,â you say with a giggle and Luke sticks his tongue out at you.
âTongue to yourself,â Eddie says, tugging on one of Lukeâs curls.
Over the next hour youâre introduced to so many people that you sincerely hope no one expects you to remember them all. Thereâs Brittanyâs sister Sandy and her three children (that you can already tell are a handful), Eddieâs friend Dustin that youâve heard so much about, and you definitely remember Steve Harringtonâbecause heâs so handsome.
âHi,â you say, offering Steve your hand to shake. His wife Nancy and their four kids have already come in and gone out to the backyard, but Steve was lagging behind since he was getting the presents out of the car.Â
âItâs nice to meet you,â Steve says, shooting you a smile. Maybe itâs his old high school insecurities kicking in, but Eddie quickly claps Steve on the back and sends him out by the pool.Â
But your favorite people you think youâve today are also old friends of Eddieâs from high school. They came into the house bickering, but somehow it was in an adoring way that let you know it was them showing affection for one another. The man was tall, taller than both Eddie and Steve, and had an infectious smile. His wife had her fiery red hair up in a high ponytail and their baby in her arms.
âThis is Lucas, Max, and little baby Tiffany,â Eddie tells you. Tiffany looks up at you with wide dark eyes, a gleeful expression on her chubby little face.Â
âOh, sheâs precious,â you coo, smiling at the happy little girl. âHow old is she?â
âEight months,â Lucas says, looking adoringly at his daughter.
You end up sitting with the little family outside by the pool, on a deck chair next to Max while she holds the giggling baby in her lap. Ryan is happy, splashing away in the pool with his friends. It warms your heart to see the normally quiet boy laughing so loudly and having the time of his life. Eddieâs at the grill, flipping hamburgers and surrounded by Dustin, Steve, and Lucas. Youâve never seen Eddie with his friends before. Heâs relaxed, spatula in his hand, and an easy smile on his face. Theyâre all laughing at something Dustin said and it brings joy to your face.
âOh, shit,â Max says from next to you, drawing your attention away from Eddie.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, turning to face her.Â
âI left her favorite pacifier in the car,â she answers with a sigh.
âDo you want me to go get it?â you offer.
âIâm not sure where it is in there.â Max stands, holding Tiffany on her hip. âWould you mind holding her while I go check?â
âNot at all,â you say, a smile on your face as the little girl beams at you. Max hands her over and her tiny fingers go right up to your mouth, making you giggle.
âI should be back in five minutes. But Lucas is over there if you need him.â
âOh, weâll be fine,â you assure her, shrugging your shoulders. âItâs my job.â
Max gives you a smile before heading back into the house.
âWell, hello, Miss Tiffany,â you say, holding her on your hip. She babbles in the language of babies, and you tilt your head. âI know. I agree.â
Eddie looks up from the grill to say something to Steve, but over his friendâs shoulder he catches sight of you holding Tiffany. It feels like his heart is going to liquify and melt right out of his chest. Heâs always wanted a baby girl. But he also did not want to have any more children with Brittany. But seeing you, the girl he has a completely inappropriate crush on, holding a baby girl? Smoke is going to start coming out of his ears, joining that from the grill.Â
âUh, Steve, watch the grill for me? Just gotta ask what some people want to eat.â Eddieâs not even really looking at Steve as he shoves the spatula in his hand, moving past his group of friends and walking over to you. As he gets closer, he can hear you talking to Tiffany in that squeaky voice all adults seem to talk to young children in. The baby is giggling and waving her little hands around and it makes Eddie smile.
âWell, seems like you made a new friend,â Eddie says, coming to stand beside you so he can admire the girl as well.Â
âAnd sheâs just the sweetest little thing,â you say, still in the baby talk voice. Tiffany starts to fuss a little in your arms, but youâre quick to readjust her position and hike her up a little higher on your hip. It seems to have done the trick because she rests her head on your chest and looks up at Eddie with her large dark eyes.Â
âHey there, Tiffany,â Eddie says. She blinks at him, dark eyelashes kissing her cheek.Â
âIsnât she beautiful?â you ask.
âAbsolutely,â Eddie says, eyes glancing at you.Â
âI want one,â you say, only half joking. As if Eddie couldnât want you any more than he already did, you had to go and say that. He canât help it, he leans in and brushes a soft touch over Tiffanyâs thin brown hair on the top of her head, Eddieâs head practically resting on your shoulder as he does it. He wants this so bad it hurts. His heart is in a vice grip and every day the handle seems to turn it even tighter.Â
Itâs affecting you as well. Youâve always wanted kids and loved being around them. Itâs why you became a babysitter to begin with. But holding this sweet little girl with Eddie standing so close to you? You canât help it, you close your eyes and let the fantasy take hold that this is your and Eddieâs baby in your arms. The warmth of his body is radiating over to you and the baby lays gently against your breast. The boys are having fun in the pool, and this is your little family.Â
âGot it.â Maxâs voice breaks you out of your illusion. Sheâs brandishing a green pacifier in the air as if itâs a trophy, the prize sheâs been searching for. As soon as Tiffany catches sight of the pacifier, it gains all of her attention. She makes grabby hands for it and Max is quick to pop it into her mouth.
âThank you so much,â Max says as she takes the baby from your arms.
âNot a problem. She was a little angel,â you tell her.
âShe gets that from me.â Max smirks at Eddie, as if sheâs expecting his bark of laughter even before he does it.Â
âUh huh,â Eddie says. âCheck that red hair again, Iâm sure youâll find some horns growing beneath it.â
âIâd flip you off if my child wasnât in my arms,â Max says.
âThen thank you, Tiffany,â Eddie says, leaning in towards the baby. She reaches out and tugs on one of Eddieâs curls.
âSee? She said thatâs what you get for talking like that about her mom,â Max says.Â
âYeah, yeah,â Eddie says. âWhat do you want to eat?â He then asks you and pats your shoulder before walking back over to the grill.
The kids arenât thrilled when they have to come out of the water to eat, because they know theyâll have to wait for a half hour afterwards before they can go back in. But Eddie had been prepared for that level of boredom from these rambunctious rugrats and had a few games set up for them on the back lawn. It wasnât much, but the kids seemed to enjoy playing with the bean bag toss and the horseshoes.Â
Once the half hour is up, youâre ambushed by Ryan who insists you come in the pool. Trying to tell him that you donât want to seems futile since he has the double advantage of having those adorable puppy dog eyes and the fact that itâs his birthday on his side. He cheers when you agree, and the sound draws the attention of his father who had been talking with Wayne. But his gaze has been captured elsewhere when he sees you strip your white shirt over your head, revealing the green swimsuit beneath. When you bend over to take off your denim shorts, Eddie loses all coherent thought in his head. You turn to face Ryan fully, which also has you facing Eddie head on. His eyes take in every inch of you. From the way the bathing suit lifts your already impressive breasts, how the cutouts on the side of the suit tease him with glimpses of your soft, smooth skin, to the way the material hugs your hips just right and your long legs are left bare. They look so inviting and the only thought that goes through Eddieâs mind is that he wants to mark them up. Make that soft skin turn purple and red under his adoring mouth.Â
You follow Ryan into the pool, taking one step at a time. The deeper you get, the colder it gets, so your muscles tense as you wade into your waist. Eddie chuckles as he sees you gritting your teeth, your shoulders pulled up to your ears, and your arms held just above the water, but not touching.Â
Luke swims over and throws himself at you, making you squeal as the water from his body and the splash send goosebumps down your skin.Â
âSâcold,â you say to Luke who only giggles in return. You wrap your arms around his small waist as he clings to you, arms coming up to encircle your neck.Â
âThrow me?â Luke asks.Â
âYeah?â you ask, and he nods his head wildly, wet curls bouncing and shaking water everywhere.Â
Moving your hands to the sides of his tummy, you bend your knees to coil your energy up before tossing the five-year-old into the deep end of the pool. He makes a splash, showering some of the other kids in the poolâwho you were careful to avoid when throwing him. Luke pops back up, laughing as he shakes the water from his head like a dog coming out of the bath.Â
âNot far enough!â he shouts as he swims back over to you.Â
âWell, sor-ry,â you say, wrinkling up your nose at him.Â
âDaddy throws me farther,â Luke says.Â
âWell, your daddy is stronger than I am.â
âDaaaaaaddy!â
You wince at Lukeâs volume, him taking full advantage of not having to use his inside voice.
âLuuuuke,â Eddie replies, strolling over to the edge of the pool, hands on his hips.
âCan you come throw me?â Luke asks, treading water. He has to squint his blue eyes in the sunlight to see his father semi clearly.
âDidnât I just see you flying in the air?â Eddie asks, gesturing towards the deep end of the pool.Â
âApparently, Iâm not strong enough to throw him as far as he wants to go,â you say, tilting your head as you look up at Eddie, attempting not to ogle him.Â
âThis kid and his high standards,â Eddie says with a sigh. He reaches down, whips his shirt off, and all attempts not to blatantly stare become futile. The muscles rippling in his lithe frame as he tosses the shirt back onto an empty chair have you biting your lip to keep in an inappropriate noise.Â
Eddie steps forward, letting himself just drop into the pool with an effortless grace. It causes a large splash that smacks both you and Luke in the face but judging by the smirk on his face when he resurfaces, Eddie did it on purpose. âAll right, come here you little hobbit.â
You watch Eddie grab his son and place his hands under Lukeâs armpits. The excitement is clear on Lukeâs face and itâs contagious, bringing an adoring smile to your lips as you watch the father and son. Eddie double checks to make sure thereâs a clear path to throw Luke, then tosses him towards the deep end, the little boy grinning the whole time heâs in the air. Luke was rightâhis dad throws him farther. Ryan swims over, wanting a turn as well, which leads to most of the kids in the pool wanting to be thrown in the air. Eddie obliges, but you can tell that his muscles are getting tired as the children start to fly less and less farther into the deep end.Â
âOkay, okay,â Eddie eventually says, his breath labored from all the activity. âThatâs enough for now.â He dips under the water to cool down and when he comes back up, you swear he moves in slow motion like some cheesy movie moment; the beads of water dropping down his skin, his hair shaking out around him, curls weighed down from the water. Itâs enough to make you go feral.Â
âHmm,â Eddie hums, eyes narrowing as he looks at you. Thereâs a mischievous look on his face and it makes you raise your eyebrows at him.
âYes?â you ask.
âI think I have enough strength to throw one more person,â he says, sly smirk painting his features.Â
âNo,â you say with a laugh, shaking your head as you try to swim away from him. But heâs too fast. Too fast and too strong as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls your body back against his. The bare back of your shoulders is pressed up against his naked chest and the goosebumps that dot your skin are certainly from that and not the cool temperature of the air now that youâve been in the water so long. Eddie spins you around so youâre face to face with him, and the ferocity of the turn has you reaching out to place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. Youâre practically nose to nose with him, so you decide to take advantage of the moment and take him in. The darkness of his beautiful eyes. The smattering of freckles that dust the bridge of his hose and up his cheekbones. How plush and pink his lips are, even if theyâre slightly chapped. Your eyes follow a droplet of water as it runs over his pretty mouth, down his strong chin, then plops back into the pool. Â
âReady?â he asks, voice low. Closing your eyes for a brief moment, you silently thank God youâre in a pool that will keep anyone from seeing how your thighs clench together. If he kept talking to you like that, youâd do anything he asked of you.Â
âYes,â you breathe out, as if itâs the only answer you could give him. His grip around your waist tightens, fingers against your bare skin showing through the suitâs cutouts, and you can feel his muscles flexing under your hands that still rest on his shoulders. Thereâs a small twitch of Eddieâs lips before heâs throwing you, sending you backwards into the water. Holding your breath as you go under, your skin still tingling where his hands had been on you. Body floating back up to the surface, you let out a huff of air once you break the surface. Laughter bubbles out of you as you wipe your eyes, whipping your hair out of your face.Â
Ryanâs cake is next, and the expression of pure joy on his face has you feeling the pressure of tears behind your eyes. All of the little dancing flames extinguish with just one breath from the newly crowned seven-year-old. Luke is eager for a slice of the cake, not only because he was dying from lack of frosting earlier in the week, but because he was part of the labor that put this confection together.Â
As the party winds to an end, youâre thoroughly tired, but itâs only fair that you help clean up since you helped set up. In your mind, anyway. Eddie disagrees, practically trying to take empty plates and dirty forks out of your hands when you try to clear the tables. Most of the guests are gone when Sandy, Brittanyâs sister, grabs her keys and rounds up her three kids.
âOh,â Brittany says, coming into the kitchen where you and Eddie are. She grabs her purse off the counter and slides it onto her shoulder. Youâre not sure when she changed from the small string bikini she had on before, but sheâs now wearing jeans and a nice blouse. âSandy and I are heading to the store. Iâll be back.â Then sheâs out the door. No further explanation. No asking if he needed her to pick up anything. Just leaving him with the remnants of a childâs birthday party, all the burdens falling on him. Or they would have, had you not been there. You would never leave him on his own like this. Your nails dig into your palms, and you drop your hands behind your back so Eddie canât see. He doesnât seem all that surprised, though. His eyes stay on the door for a few moments before he sighs and brings his attention back to wrapping up the leftover burgers.Â
âYou okay?â you ask in a small voice. Anger and empathy battle each other in your head, one for the bitch who walked out the door, one for the beautiful man standing in front of you.Â
âYeah,â Eddie says, putting the burgers in the fridge. âSurprised she didnât dip out earlier, to be honest.â
Unsure of what to say, your hands twitch by your sides for a moment before youâre striding forward and wrapping your arms around his middle, laying your head against his shoulder. Eddie hesitates for half a second before his arms come up to encircle your waist, his head resting on top of yours. Neither of you says anything, just stand there in the quiet kitchen, holding onto one another. In both of your heads thereâs a little voice telling you that this hug has gone on for too long for it to be considered appropriate between boss and employee, but neither of you care. Youâre only jostled apart as you hear the backdoor open on its squeaky hinges. Reluctantly, you let go of one another and donât meet each otherâs eyes as Wayne comes into the kitchen with Luke, both of them bringing in trash from the backyard. As Luke steps towards the sink with the half-filled cup of fruit punch heâs holding, he trips over his own feet and the red liquid goes flying, landing right on the front of your white shirt. The cold drink makes you gasp as it soaks through the chest and stomach. Lukeâs eyes immediately widen, tears welling up in them and you forget all about the bite of the wetness.Â
âHey, itâs okay,â you say, crouching down and rubbing up and down his arms. âAw, donât cry, sweetie. It was an accident.â
âIâm sorry,â Luke says, a few tears spilling over the brim. You wipe them away and shake your head.
âItâs okay,â you say. âI promise.â Luke nods and you help him throw away the rest of the garbage he brought in.Â
âLuke, why donât you clean up the floor while I get her a shirt to change into?â Eddie asks. Luke nods his head, letting out one more sniffle before he stands on his tiptoes to get the paper towels off of the counter.Â
Wayne pats your shoulder, and you give him a smile. âYouâre real good with them.â
âThanks,â you say. âTheyâre the best.â
âI have to agree,â he says with a gruff chuckle before ushering Luke back outside so they can bring in anything that was left out there.
âHere,â Eddie says as he comes back into the kitchen. He offers you a white raglan shirt with black sleeves. You hold it up in front of you and see the emblem of a red devilâs head, fire and other accessories surrounding the face.Â
âWhatâs Hellfire?â you ask.Â
âName of the D&D club in high school.â
âOh right,â you say. âI remember you telling me about that. Itâs where you met Dustin, right?â
âYeah, he wasâ.â Eddie trips over his own words as you slip your soiled shirt over your head. Yes, youâre wearing your bathing suit underneath still, so you thought nothing of it. But Eddie wasnât expecting it and all activity moves from his brain down to his crotch. How is supposed to keep composed when you just whipped your shirt off like it was nothing right in front of him, the support of your bathing suit basically forcing your breasts into his view? He feels himself twitch in his swim shorts and clears his throat before continuing. âDustin, uh, was a freshman, yeah.â He originally had more to say, but nothing else comes out.Â
As hot as it was when you took your shirt off, Eddie seeing you in a Hellfire shirt, his Hellfire shirt, it makes his brain short-circuit even further. Heâs saved from embarrassing himself by stuttering in front of you by Wayne coming back in, throwing out another handful of trash.Â
âIâm gonna go see if the boys need help,â you say, shooting both men a smile before heading out to the backyard.
As soon as they hear the door close behind you, Wayne rests a heavy hand on Eddieâs shoulder. His uncle sighs and Eddie turns his head to look at him.
âSheâs a real sweetheart, that babysitter of yours,â Wayne says.
âShe is,â Eddie agrees.Â
âPretty, too.âÂ
Thereâs the slightest arch of Wayneâs eyebrow and Eddie opens his mouth, no sound coming out. He stumbles under the knowing gaze of the man who knows him better than anyone else in the world. Eddie finally manages to nod his head. His tongue pokes out to lick over his lips before he speaks.Â
âYeah, she is.âÂ
Once the house is back in order and the boys are tucked into their beds, both you and Eddie crash on the couch. Brittany still hasnât come back yet to the surprise of neither of you. But if Eddie was completely honest with himself, heâd rather his wife stay out and have you stay here with him.Â
âToday was fun,â you say, letting your head drop to the back of the couch.
âIt was,â he agrees. âMore than I thought it would be. But also, way more exhausting.â
âYou should get some sleep,â you murmur, shifting yourself so you can head out. But Eddie has other plans, nodding and resting his head on your shoulder. Thereâs a spike in your heartrate as his hair tickles the side of your neck. Your stomach is full of butterflies and theyâre bumping into one another as they fly around. Eddie stays that way until you hear Brittanyâs car in the driveway and jostle him awake.Â
âEddie,â you say softly, not wanting to scare him.
âHmm?â
âBrittanyâs home.â
If he wasnât half asleep, he probably wouldnât have let out the irritated groan like he did, but itâs too late now. Not like you donât know the two of them are having issues, anyway.
âIâm gonna head out. âIâll see you on Monday, yeah?â
âSee you on Monday. Oh.â He catches your wrist as you stand up from the couch. âThank you for helping today. Setting up and cleaning. I really appreciate it.â
âOf course,â you tell him with a smile. âAnything for my favorite boys.â
On Monday, Eddieâs bent under the hood of a car, trying like hell to unscrew a stubborn cap. The voice of his friend startles him and he almost bangs his head on the hood as he jumps.
âHey,â Steve says.
âWhat are you doing here?â Eddie asks, wiping grease on the rag hanging over his shoulder. âIt acting up again?â
âYep,â Steve says, sliding his hands in his pocket. Eddie lets out a sigh and nods his head.
âOkay, Iâll try and work it in today.â He makes to go back under the hood, but Steveâs question has him freezing his movements.
âSo, uh, question for you. Are you fucking the babysitter? Because between you and me? You should be.â
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sweetest spoiled sons ! sebastian v. x ofc (filipino!ofc)
summary: a year after sebastian & sons, chaos ensued in twitter as bel and sebastian vettel returned as parents to not only two, but three kids. OR a miracle baby was introduced to the world of formula one as stefan.
content warning: dad!seb x mom!ofc, fluff fluff fluff, mentions of infertility and miracle baby, vettel babies content, mentions of mick schumacher x ofc (barbie), instagram posts + tweets
note: dad seb! he and bel deserve the world and so do you. press the photo for the full view of the text in the first insta post â€ïž enjoy xx
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tagged barblanco
liked by ginaschumacher, mickschumacher, georgerussell63
user1 STEFAN??? i love them ur honour đ
user2 CONGRATS SEBASTIAN AND BEL!!!!
charles_leclerc omg congrats!! liked by belongvettel
lewishamilton more babies to spoil? gah, i donât deserve you bel đ liked by belongvettel
belongvettel have your own then đ
user3 WHAT SHE SAID ^^
ginaschumacher i miss my little men đ„Č liked by belongvettel
belongvettel come back, kimi and stef miss you! đ
ginaschumacher booking a flight rn đââïž
f1 vettel brothers, please head straight to your respective pits and get ready for the race đąđïžđ liked by belongvettel
barblanco â€ïž liked by belongvettel
mickschumacher i can take them to the next race, yes? liked by belongvettel
barblanco not without me đ€š
arthur_leclerc more vettel-leclerc time with artie?!!! ilysm barbie
mickschumacher oi, stay in your pit leclerc. these are my boys đ
belongvettel boys please stop fighting in my comment section đ
landonorris i should babysit the two đ liked by belongvettel
belongvettel if you donât drop either of them like how you did maxâs trophies then maybeâŠ? đ€·ââïž
user4 girlie really went there đ
user5 emotional damage đ
landonorris i can make that promise belongvettel đ€
lance_stroll i canât believe stef is soooo big now đ„Č where did i go wrong liked by belongvettel
mickschumacher you didnât visit us last christmas; thatâs where you went wrong đ
user6 TELL HIM MICK đ©đ«Ł
user7 are we all just gonna ignore the âusâ part mickschumacher?
user8 no fr because heâs practically adopted đ
user9 girl⊠barbie and mick moved in together and the schumachers and vettels spend their holidays together, what đ
user10 they- WHAT đ
mickschumacher posted a story !!
tagged mickschumacher, belongvettel
liked by ginaschumacher, arthur_leclerc, charles_leclerc
user1 her boys đđ
arthur_leclerc quoi? why am i not there?
user2 đ€š why would you be
charles_leclerc youâre not that special đ
user3 LMFAO CHARLES PLEASE STOP FIGHTING YOUR WITH BROTHER
user4 qt babies
mickschumacher your boys đâ€ïž liked by barblanco
belongvettel also my boys!!! đ liked by barblanco
barblanco đ©đ
ginaschumacher when you told me you have the most handsomest boys in your life, i didnât really expect mickschumacher on the list đ€ liked by barblanco
user5 gina iâ
mickschumacher đ so annoying
barblanco đđ
seb 2.2âs name:
stefan norbert fabian vettel
ps: another part on the way? idk. i just had this thought and... yeah. prob another part otw.
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âYou canât rush artâ
I think everybody can recall the quote from Toy Story 2. From the most satisfying part of the movie where we see a montage of Woody getting restored by a toy maker. Itâs one of my favourites too, I absolutely loved looking at the different procedures used to fix a single toy. The toymakerâs precision and care were found mesmerizing by everyone. As a multi-hatted artist, one that can draw, sculpt, animate, and write, I can say that itâs spot on that thereâs so much to do for a single piece of work. HOOO boy, you should see how me and Beefy are organizing Cursed to Charm, thereâs so much.
For the upcoming webcomic, we design characters, give each and every one of them their stand-alone story, design different clothes, create the map, draw renders and posters, polish scripts for the episodes, plan to program the comicâs own website, make the backgrounds eventually, etc. To people who arenât artists or take art for granted, to them, art is stroking a paper using a pen and BAM instant masterpiece. No no, itâs more than that.
Another thing Iâd like to say about the comic is that the progress is very slow yet very fruitful because of the time taken. Me and my co-author came up with the idea at late November, which makes the comic four months old now. However, with all that time passed, we have already finalized the list of nine episodes of season one. We have also written seven out of nine summaries from that season before actually writing the dialogue in detail. We have a rough four seasons worth of story progression in the span of four months. Nyeh, excuse the little ramble about CtC, Iâm just giving insight of how much should be done for the production of anything which leads us to the next point.
Art production in general.
Movies, animation, shows, video games, books, comics etc etc
All of these are part of art, some people would deny because it isnât sophisticated like theyâre lead to believe art is supposed to be. Art is literally just creation man, canât get any simpler than that đ© if you made something, then you made something woohoo! Congratulations you made art, cooking included. It came free with your fucking humanity.
Anyway, just like the webcomic, every single one of these listed also have a set of different procedures that will piece together the final output.
Letâs take Disney movies as a specific example, I want to talk about something real quick.
So one time, I was watching Tarzan with my parents and we stuck around for the end credits. My mom pointed out the animators are divided into sections and thereâs so much names on them. There are different teams of animators for each character and these teams are divided in two for the storyboarders and the clean up artists. When the credits rolled a bit more, it showed that the background artists and colorists also have their own sections too. Thereâs so much people working on different body parts of a movie. I got the habit of reading end credits of every movie I watch, animated or live action, then I would compare the credits of old and new movies. Boy, let me tell you that the work space on old movies are FILLED compared to newer movies. One thing I noticed about Disney movies although, is that the old movies have more sections compared to new ones. The major difference of old Disney and new Disney are the length of the credits and the time gap of the movies. Iâm really not trusting the way new movies have way shorter end credits while the publish time of new movies are getting narrower and narrower. Before the 2000s, movies usually come out twice a year and sometimes thereâs a two-year hiatus before the next batch of movies are published. Now thereâs at least two or three movies that publish yearly while also releasing a bunch of shows in the middle of it. I really donât understand business talk with the way it sacrifices quality over quantity. Like I get having money is great and all but whatâs the use of hoarding it? Especially when thereâs so much news of people about to be in poverty and mass layoffs. Why should companies earn money if theyâre not going to redistribute it back to the economy at all? This is a little off topic but I want to point it out that people in the 80s used to buy whole houses by being a janitor but nowadays people could barely afford a one room apartment even with three jobs. The Simpsons is an example of this because it was set in the 90s and the family is constantly reminded of how âpoorâ they are. They even created an episode that talks about the same job that supported peopleâs fathers will no longer support you nowadays (Poorhouse Rock ep22 s33). Itâs fishy and Iâm salty about it especially because I hear so much people complaining about how theyâre not being given a chance to work. Anywho! Letâs go back to art.
Iâm just spitballing my thoughts here but somehow theyâre connecting either way. All Iâm trying to say is that for the people who care so much about the quality of art, itâs noticeable that they get downgraded, not just by the look but by the way theyâre written.
Example.
Clone High.
Jesus Christ, the new show is a nightmare and an insult to the original Clone High. The difference is clear with this one. The original Clone High was heavy satire of every single high school trope used in shows and movies. Every single character was meant to have one personality and that personality is the butt of the joke. The original did not care about making the characters appealing because the appeal is found in the way they interact, they clash so much and a lot of them are idiots. The writing is funny because the dialogue flows so easily unlike the renewal. The renewed Clone High takes itself too seriously and it tries too hard to be relevant. Itâs funny to me that fans can draw the originalâs art style more accurately than the animators hired. Whatâs even more frustrating is that concept art was released from the art head and the concept art looked way better than what they decided on the final designs. Other than the art style that tries to be marketable, the writing is insufferable with the way they try to be ârelatableâ without understanding why the original jokes were funny to begin with.
Now weâre all familiar with this cheap tactic of using the title of successful franchises to grab clicks and views. Itâs every live action Disney film, it happened to Scooby Doo, Marvel shows, FNAF, some Cartoon Network shows, Megamind, and now even Kung Fu Panda. Basically MILKING. It would have been better if the productions TRIED to understand the originalâs intentions which they forgot about. They ended up being disappointing at best and soulless at worst. I wonât be explaining much cuz Iâve already reached the minimum word count lmao. Iâm just rambling here, I better not see anyone interrogate me in asks or replies. ANYWAY, Iâm gonna get to the point real quick.
Back to the quote at the start of the post, people tend to forget that. Art is a skill, not a button people press and it gives you pretty pictures or videos. Art is a job and an effort. While art is subjective and it differs from person to person, one thing for certain is that art that is made ingenuinely will never be better than art that is made because the artist loves art. This is why the Tom & Jerry reboots with the lineless art style even if they had a storyboard artist who understood the cartoon wackiness (which were discarded for a âcleanerâ and faster style). This is why itâs so frustrating to see concept art of movies which have more appeal than the final 3d models. This is why FNAF Security Breach was nearly unplayable.
Because they all rushed art.
They rushed in favour of what is marketable, no matter how unappealing it is. Everything could have been better, some final products are good, but all of them could have been better. As good as what were released pre 2010s when production had a passion. You canât spell heart without art.
Iâm just really passionate about art in any form since itâs everything that created me too. I will not be here at this point in time if it werenât for me learning that thereâs so much beauty in the world if you could just squint and appreciate why thatâs so. Iâm defined by my works and it only hurts and infuriates me that people who have the ability and accessibility to create better art than I do waste it for their personal gain or selfish intentions. Everyone could be a better person because of art just as it did to me. Again, it came to us the moment weâre born, art isnât just a pretty picture, itâs everything we create out of love, passion, time, and effort.
But really, to the wise words of Chef Saltbaker, âlike any good bake, heart and soul is the secret ingredientâ
You canât rush art.
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SO! Thoughts on the Circe Saga??
Oh boy, where to start! ïŒïžżïŒ
First of all, I freaking loved it! Circe's voice! HERMES! And the second part of There Are Other Ways! AAAAH! One thing that I absolutely loved about this saga is that all songs smoothly transition to the next scene, especially from "Done For" to "There Are Other Ways". Those two songs are meant to be one! It's amazing!
Hermes' song⊠What am I even supposed to say? I love it! I think my favorite part is when he reaches that high note on "manifest a âšbeingâš of your creation". It's like butter in my brain. And when he gets so giddy and says "and I call this root, holy moly" đ©
Done For. I DIDN'T KNOW THAT ODYSSEUS WOULD SUMMON A FREAKING CYCLOPS! What am I even supposed to do now huh?!! I have already animated the whole fight scene between Odysseus and Circe's monster. đ But either way, I loved that you could hear the anger in Circe's voice. That she obviously doesn't trust Odysseus and that he doesn't really have 100% good intentions toward her. And the delivery of "Iâm not sure I follow". Ody has his stern tone, he knows exactly what Circe meant but doesn't really want to accept yet what situation he has stumbled upon.
I actually thought the song was just a tad bit too short, but because it transitions so smoothly to the next song, I didn't mind it so much.
And then we have There Are Other Ways....
That is the song that I was most excited about! I had so many theories on how Jay would depict the relationship of Odysseus and Circe, and I did mostly believe that those two wouldn't "do it". In the snippet for example, Circe was about to stab Ody. Like, if she did stab him, why the heck would she wanna still sleep with him afterwards???? And if Ody discovered the knife and prevented the stabbing, then the rest of the song would just be super awkward.... So when he refused her and started to sing about PenelopeâŠ. đ
Then I really liked how the conflict ends with Odysseus being humble but also honest. He begs for mercy and explains his situation. Urg I imagine that his eyes are teary, realizing that he has been gone for 12 years. And that is what all it took! Circe isn't a smexy evil witch, she is a person who just has her guards up.
And the end with that song! When Circe turns Odysseus' men back.... It's epic and I really wanna do an animatic of it đŁ
In conclusion.
Did I like The Circe Saga?
Yes.
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Who do you think are the best actors in gmmtv?
Oh Cheez Whiz on a cracker, what kinda ask is this, Anon?! Do you know what you have requested from me? The impossible! But I'm gonna make it possible with some strict criteria:
It has to be GMMTV's current roster, so actors like Singto and Toptap are out (đ©)
I'm only choosing from the male squad because if I get the ladies involved, it'll never end so no Jan and Aye (đ„)
They must have acted in at least three BLs under GMMTV, so people like Mond and Perth are out (đȘ)
I'm not touching on if they are problematic because I'm trying to be like Jesus's mom and forgive triflin' heifers
I'm capping it at ten because . . . damn, this is gonna be hard
Know that if this list wasn't exclusive to GMMTV, it would be only one name - MaxTul
Okay, so working within these parameters, here are the actors I think are the crĂšme de la crĂšme of GMMTV in no particular order:
Ohm Pawat
This man can do it all, and then some. He was in 2016's Make It Right which is required BL watching, he matched Singto's energy in He's Coming to Me, and he has my entire dash in a frenzy again over Bad Buddy.
Gun Atthaphan
He has played multiple characters, at once, three times now, so at this point, he could be the entire cast of a show if GMMTV wasn't a coward. He is beautiful yet scrappy, and I truly believe he could beat any of these other men acting-wise and physically. In a street fight, my money would be on him every time.
First Kanaphan
My babygirl only serves the best performance each and every time he is on the screen. 2022 finally gave him the spotlight he so rightfully deserves with Not Me (where he played with Gun) and The Eclipse, but he held down the wacky plot of The Shipper against Ohm back in 2020, and had me rooting for him, the square, in Moonlight Chicken. Stay hydrated, babe!
Sing Harit
The Warp Effect and 3 Will Be Free added together equal one BL, so he has done more than the requirement, really, and he has been doing it almost a decade since 2014's Love Sick! Watch this man be a puppy in The Warp Effect, then play Todd in Not Me and tell me why a guy with this range hasn't been a main lead?! I DEMAND ANSWERS!
Neo Trai
Neo is a mini Sing. He played a clown so well in Cause You're My Boy where he was a love interest to Phuwin only to play his clown brother in Fish Upon the Sky, and played another clown in Tonhon Chonlatee. So when he got serious in The Eclipse, he demanded my attention. He played two different characters in Vice Versa, and now he is about to enter his villain era in Only Friends. He kills every role he is in, and I'm sure him and his abs will kill me and my mutes by the end of the year.
Fourth Nattawat
This baby got in by the skin of his teeth based on his two-minute moment in Bad Buddy. I'm counting it because he deserves to be here. He acts with his entire physical body. When Uncle Jim told his character not to be poor AND a homo in Moonlight Chicken, Fourth's whole demeanor captured exactly how the audience felt. I can't wait to see what this tiny toddler does next.
Khaotung Thanawat
I cannot write about this man and be rational. Just know he is pretty AND talented. I was rooting for him in A Tale of Thousand Stars and Moonlight Chicken, yet I don't even think they were actual possibilities. Once he starts to tear up, it's game over for these hoes. Cause understand, if Khaotung is acting in it, I'm supporting his character's rights and wrongs. BRING ME ONLY FRIENDS RIGHT NOW!
Fluke Pusit
I've already stated my case for him, but let me recap the highlights: he kisses like his energy is restored with each lip touch, and he has kissed the most GMMTV's boys. He has acted well in even his smallest roles, so I remember him each time, and he carried his weight against Ohm and First in The Shipper. He has chemistry with anyone, and it's by high time he got a lead. The Warp Effect was sooooo close = Sing x Fluke, anyone?
Mark Pakin
Look at at our man's resume: I Promised You the Moon, Bad Buddy, My School President, Moonlight Chicken, and The Warp Effect. Oh, and he is an actual world badminton champion. The directors I trust with my life, Jojo and Aof have each used him TWICE (Only Friends loading), and Aof is about to get him a third time in Last Twilight. He is being paired twice with Neo to prove they can hold their own against the OGs OffGun in Cooking Crush, which I have faith that they will exceed expectations. This man does not miss. Never. Not ever. Not fucking once.
Nanon Korapat
Nanon may be a nepo baby, but nobody puts baby in the corner. This man can ACT, and he isn't afraid to look ugly doing it. The way his face contorts to show every single emotion as he is feeling it should be studied. The way he moves his neck, hands, and overall body to exude his character's thoughts is marvelous. Oh, and The Gifted? That series was gay solely because Nanon decided to make it gay. That's powerful acting.
Bonus round: Because they aren't technically under GMMTV, but I love older men who have done their duty.
Nat Sakdatorn
Daddy. Sexually and figuratively. He played in 2016's Fathers about two gay men trying to raise their child in a country with no legal protections for queer folks, then he played Chopper's dad in Never Let Me Go. I want to see Perth act against him again because their emotions show on their faces so well, but first I want to see him kiss another man like Friend Zone or 609 Bedtime Story. However, if I'm being honest, I just simply want him to take off his clothes again like in Mama Gogo. God, this man is fine. Oh, and he can act.
Kob Songsit
I can only see him as Kinn's manipulative ass father in KinnPorsche, but Kob has been acting for 34 years, and played in the queer staple The Love of Siam. He has played supportive fathers in Until We Meet Again, Chains of Heart, Don't Say No, and the ongoing Be My Favorite, and he played the older gay version to younger Khaotung's character in 55:15 Never to Late. He has gone on the record stating that he wants to show people being gay is okay and being SUPPORTIVE of the queers should be the norm. He earns his paycheck every damn day. Thank you for your service, sir!
I gave you a dozen amazing actors, but I would love to know who some of y'all consider the best of the best and why.
And also, remember, if my back is up against a wall, and I had to answer . . .
MAXTUL!
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Harry and Stella at LOT Wembley
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stellamallone ready to melt for 2/4 nights in Wembley, still can't quite believe I'm saying that đ«
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gemmastyles can't wait to see you! Stay hydrated đ„°
dolly_mallonex on fire baby G!
annetwist our boy is home â€ïž
âłstellamallone Manny will always be home â€ïž
harrystyles not a lot of melting to be done in all those layers đ
âłstellamallone you love it
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dolly_mallonex the girlies are OUT for Love on Tour
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stellamallone I can't believe we're dressed like this for a gig in ENGLAND đ„”
âłdolly_mollonex only because @mayajama said it's time for the summer of lurrrve
âłmayajama killing it chicassss đ€
âłstellerrrr let me innnnnnn
harryshoes the friends and family box is about to be FULL full tonight đ„č
sideboobrry @dolly_mallonex show us Stella and Harry!!!
carlybaby11 Stella's getting railed tonight
âłfrankiejane that's her baby sister y'all đđ
âłharrytheone you guys are too much đ
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harryflorals ANNE ACCEPTING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS FROM FANS DURING WEMBLEY NIGHT TWO via adoreyoualice
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cruel_summerrr she is the cutest!
raven3333 I love how she interacts with fans
sweetchels13 she's so like Harry fr
âłginacorrin like mother like son đ„č
harrysgirl I love herrr, saw Stella and her sister with Anne and Gemma too
âłari_love We saw her too! She's so small!
âłrinaaaaa Yeah she's super small and cute đ
âłkristbsl she must be so proud of her boyf
âłlarry4life if only it was real đ
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adore.starry Stella liking this is so me coded
sweetcreature22 STELLA LIKED
tori_wilks how does he look like thisssss
uma.clarke2 Have you seen the state of his body
freddiejones I can't keep going like this đ©đ©đ©
lilyrose05 he's fucking shredded đ©
becca_jane Stella's getting this every day... let that sink in
âłtbslamber STOP HSDOSJCNKS
âłmylarry you spelled Louis wrong
âłbecca_jane @mylarry be serious đ€Ł
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dolly_mallonex wishing my bb an amazing trip to Italy with her bb @stellamallone
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harrystyles thank you for dropping us off Dolls â€ïž
âłdolly_mallonex no bother, I'm always up at half four in the morning... đ
âłstellamallone Harry singing Holiday by Madonna at the top of his lungs didn't help đ
âłharrystyles heyyyy
âłstarrylove PUBLIC INTERACTION???
âłtbslamber do you believe in miracles???!!!
annetwist have a fabulous time you two â€ïž
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sideboobrry this fit
harryshouse_x welcome to the final show đ
tina.snow.33 how do we never get pap pics of Stella anymore đ€
âłhannasmith probably because ya'll scarred her back in 2014 đđ
âłkirstyloml I'm glad tbh my heart can't handle
elenavatore Harry waved at us through the window of his car today! I think they're heading to his villa â€ïž
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stellamallone thirteen years <3 one guess who Delilah's favourite parent is...
So proud of this smiley man. Love on Tour has been the perfect celebration of your talent, music, kindness and love. Four sold out nights at Wembley fucking Stadium. I'll never get over what you can accomplish. What an achievement.
The love your fans have and show for you inspires me to strive to be the most adoring and supportive partner that you deserve... most of the time đ
We're now where we're meant to be. Together, eating all the pasta and gelato we can possibly stomach, sipping on Aperol Spritz's in the sunshine - our true natural habitat.
That reminds me, next round's on you, Gorgeous.
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annetwist The greatest of blessings â€ïž
dolly_mallonex We're all so proud of our H!
zayn đ€
MummaMallone Can't wait for our big family holiday soon. â€ïž
âłstellamallone Can't believe it's finally happening!!! đ
niallhoran Love to you both
harrystyles you make it all worth it, Stell x
harrystyles and Lilah knows where the good cuddles come from
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harryflorals HARRY POSTED AND DELETED A PICTURE OF STELLA IN ITALY ON HIS STORY! via harrystyles
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starryforever Crying real tears đ
toriiii_x he's in his feels
harryholics guys what if he proposes on this vacation
âłtbslamber omg we could see fiancerry by HS4
âłoliviamac don't đ«
âłkiwidaddy FINALLY
georgieanne This dress she served đ
jamiestyles_xo He's in photographer boyfriend mode đ
carly_d what a beautiful sunset âš
willowshouse Luckiest bitch in the world confirmed
24 July 2023
Hope you enjoyed this piece of absolute self-indulgence because I want this to be my life đ
Okay, bye!
Nel xo
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Skz at carnival
Okay I tried to do something a bit different here where itâs not quite x reader but reader is heavily implied multiple times throughout the hcâs. Lemme know if you like it and donât forget I live off of reblogs,comments and likes
Pls validate međ§đŸââïž
Bang Chan ë°©ì°Ź
-Carnival dad. I know it sounds stereotypical cause channie is dad/daddy/brother coded but why is he the only one who remembered water,snacks and cash hmmđ€š
-Doesnât really get too involved in the festivities because heâs busy keeping an eye on everyone
-Definitely does headcountâs every five minutes and gives himself minor heart attacks if he canât immediately find one of you guys
-two words. Buddy. System. You get a buddy!you get a buddy! everyone gets a buddy!!đ„ł but being buddies with Chan is a low key punishment cause it means you were doing a lil too much and he saw his career flash before his eyesđ
-there will be no wine catching on this mans watch. Homie is the opp frđđ got his arms folded and everything waiting for one of yâall to get out of line
-overall a stick in the mud and would definitely have more fun if he couldnât feel mister Park Jin-Young breathing down his neckđ©
Lee know 늏ë
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-homie is fascinated. From a dancers point of view he hit the holy grail. Heâs literally just standing there like đïžđđïžđ§đ»ââïž just trying to soak it in because heâs never really seen anything like it.
-oh boy
-once he got a few shots in him he is Chanâs worst nightmare. He broke off from the group and is found twenty minutes later rizzing up anybody who would listen for a quick dance lesson because he needs to learn how to tic and tockđ
-ends up becoming Chanâs first buddy of the day and ends up sulking his way out of it by pulling the dongsaeng card.
-secretly taking videos to send to their choreographer for their comeback
Changbin ì°œëč
-Changbin got him a plate,a cola champagne and a view. He is not causing no fuss cause heâs getting his protein gains in and seeing some ass LMAO he is a simple man.
-definitely gets smacked upside the head though for trying to get a dancers number knowing damn well the netizens would eat his ass aliveđ
-Itâs okay cause heâs back in chanâs good graces with some aegyo and a bite of his beef patty
-also because he basically tackles your ass to the ground for throwing it back on jisung
Hyunjin íì§
-baby boy is basically in an artistâs paradise. All the colors, the lights, the atmosphere. He pretty much wanders around with his sketchbook trying to capture just how live the place is.
-his waistline got a mind of they own though and heâs a fast learner so he doesnât know what Chan was expecting with you twođ like damn dad why canât it just be a wine between friendsđđ
-him,Felix and jisung end up in a like wining train that basically has Chan ready to rip his hair out folicile by follicle because thatâs exactly what he told them not to dođ
-besties he is faded by the end of the night off coquito and piña coladaâsđHeâs covered in glitter and feathers and has lipsticks stains from he doesnât even know who.
-is literally returned to Chan hauled over Changbinâs shoulder giggling and mumbling about how it was the best day ever and they should go every year
Jisung ì§ì± & Felix íëŠì€
-Jisung didnât even wanna comeđ§đŸââïž
-a crowed street with loud music,lots of people and nowhere to plug in his phone was not the wave. He tried to stick with Minho for the most part but when the liquor hit and kitty boy because a train wreck he realized that was no longer a feasible optionđ
-his next best bet is Felix but he was not ready for the extrovert to extrovertđđ
-heâs just trailing behind the blonde like a lost puppy until the initial new setting uneasiness wears off and he realizes he kinda likes it
-in the next hour heâs got a random countries flag wrapped around his waist and him and Felix managed to climb on top of a float and put those waistlines to work đ©
-Chan has never called for a driver so fast because their asses got sent âšHOMEâš
Seungmin ì±ëŻŒ
-to put it bluntly seungmin didnât go because itâs not really his scene but he thoroughly enjoyed watching the group chat blow up and Chanâs sanity slowly decline from the comfort of his bed
-he also enjoyed that video hyunjin took of you wining on jisung before their fun got cut short
Jeongin ì ìž
-he was so good and obedient the entire time that Chan lowkey forget he was there đ
-he kinda wandered off on his own when Chan wasnât looking at found his way towards the beginning of the parade where things were just a lot quieter and did his little tourist thing
-went to gift shops, took pictures of the floats,the dancers, the ocean, etc and kinda found himself planted in a Starbucks watching from the window and playing games on his phone
-had the gc muted so is literally so detached from the events that happened that day.
-heâs over here posting his little OOTDâs like âhad a great time at carnivalđđđŸâ while Chan and the PR time are trying to do damage control đ
All in all everyone who went had fun but Chan
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omg i just read your vampire story and itâs sooo goodđ©đ© i had to rewatch interview with a vampire after i read that masterpiece. i do wonder though, what happens to them in the modern age? do they still live in the mansion? do they relocate? does the reader have more permission to go outside? thank youuu <3333
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So sorry for taking so long!! I was busy with life and when I finally found the time to sit down and write it down, I didn't have the proper time to correct it bcuz of exams... I have one tomorrow but I really just wanted to finally post this. Another ask is probably coming soon but i can't really promise anything since i have a physics exam followed by one in chemistry 3 days later and one in math coming soon too. Life really isn't on my side now!
Still, here it is!
(Also some of yall might have noticed but I like putting these answers into little situation instead of telling it outright. Hope yall dont mind)
(+ This takes place during the cold war. I found it to be fitting.)
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âI canât believe I accepted to stay in this dreadful place,â muttered her father as they walked into the new house they had bought. âThis house is too small.â
âDonât be ridiculous,â quipped her dad while shaking his head, âthis is what mortal Americans settle with. And they do it quite easily; this is the biggest house in the neighborhood.â
âThat is the problem,â groaned her father while they walked through the already furnished house. It was a good thing her parents had paid people to do this tedious task. âWe have never lived in a neighborhood before. There is no space! We donât even have our own forest!â
âYou agreed to let the little one choose our next home,â he reminded the other with a sigh. âThat is her choice.â
The blond frown in distaste and looked around the living room. âWell I didnât expect her to choose such a mediocre manor. This is utterly ridiculous.â He pinched the bridge of his noise in annoyance and exasperation as he settled in one of the satin armchairs in the room.
The girl puffed her cheeks, vexed by these words. Yes, it was true the house was smaller than the three other homes they had inhabited in America, it was definitely something she would need to get used to, but that didnât make it less fun. Ever since they had left their motherland for the new world due to the constant attacks and bombings during the war, her existence had been filled with a neverending kaleidoscope of information and new things to see. America was nothing like England: everything was bigger and people acted so differently.Â
She had indeed chosen this manor in Pennsylvania for a reason. It was gloomy and often cloudy there, just like they all preferred it. Additionally, while it was not the size her father was used to, she knew it was big enough for him to not outright refuse her request; they wouldnât remain here very long though, but she could accept that.Â
Most importantly⊠neighborhoods were filled with other children, and that was really the only thing that really mattered to her. The idea of interacting with others, even if they were mortals, made her giddy. If her father knew the real reason for her insistence on this estate, the girl knew he would refuse instantly, but what he didnât know wouldnât hurt him â or (Y/n).
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It took a week before she finally was able to meet people. The day was gloomy and clouds were in the sky, indicating incoming rain. Two boys passed by the house as she was swinging on the swing her parents had ordered installed for her. She watched as they came and went multiple times, playing with their blue ball and almost cackled in glee when one of the boys, the younger one, a boy with red messy hairs and freckles, who looked to be nine years old, threw the ball too far away and it landed close to her. She stood from her swing quickly to pick up the ball and stoodâ
âCareful!â warned the older, a boy with dark skin and brown eyes, who only looked slightly older than she did. The girl suspected he might be thirteen or fourteen.
It was too late, because not even a second later, she felt the seat of the swing collide with her back and she fell on the floor. The two boys ran to her; the youngest holding the swing as the older one helped her stand up. She winced, hoping her father hadnât heard the commotion; she knew he would be mad if learned she was interacting with mortals. She didnât want to be confined to her room for a year like he had done before.
The girl shuddered at the memory. Maybe trying this wasnât a good idea; if he found out, he would surely do worse, he had promised it last time. She didnât want to leave, she didnât want to remain confined again.
She hated how cold and lonely and empty her room felt when it was the only thing she saw for months, sheâ
âYou alright there?â Asked the oldest with his brows furrowed, unaware of the fact that he had snapped her out of her spiraling thoughts.
She nodded, still dazed and gave them their ball. They thanked her and the other mortal asked, âAre you living here? Nobodyâs seen the new inhabitants yet. Mom says itâs impolite to not even greet anybody after moving in. Mom said only communists would do such an impolite thing.â
(Y/n) squirmed, embarrassed by these words. She didnât know anything about neighborly etiquette. Should she have researched the subject before? She doubted her father was informed on that matter, but perhaps her dad knew more; he had always been more aware of mortal things than they were.Â
The older glared at the youngest and lightly slapped the back of his head. âRem, you can't just say that!â
âYou heard her say it too!â Protested the redhead in outrage, ready to defend his statement.
The older one sighed and shook his head before rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. âExcuse my step-brother, Jeremy; he doesnât know what heâs saying. Iâm Kenneth. We live just across from here.â
A smile graced her features again. "My name is (Y/n)," she introduced herself with a graceful tilt of her head, her voice carrying a controlled and melodic cadence, "how do you do? I live here with my fathers." She had to make a good impression.
Jeremy narrowed his eyes. âYou have an accent,â he noted in fascination. âWhere are you from? You're not a communist, are you? Mom said we can't speak to those.â
(Y/n) sensed some mistrust coming from him, and she quickly used her empath abilities to soothe him before his words registered in her mind. (Y/n)'s expression faltered for a moment, a hint of confusion clouding her features before she shook her head lightly. âI donât have an accent,â she denied while pointing at him, âYou do have an American accent though.â
The redhead shook his head in disbelief, crossing his arms over his chest in a gesture of defiance. âAmericans donât have accents, silly,â he retorted with a grin, his eyes alight with amusement.
But (Y/n) wasn't about to let the matter go so easily. She protested adamantly, insisting that she could clearly hear the distinct nuances in his speech. Back and forth they bantered, neither willing to concede their stance on the matter before eventually realizing they wouldnât agree on that matter.Â
"But where are you from?" he asked, his tone gentle yet insistent, "You're not from here, are you?"
She shook her head. "No, I was born in England,â she revealed, her voice carrying a faint trace of longing for her homeland. She still missed England dearly. She knew vampires typically never spent more than a century in the same country, but she had still been devastated when her parents had decided to leave; even more when they sailed to a different continent altogether.Â
Jeremy looked starstruck, their small innocuous disagreement already far behind in his mind, thanks to her abilities. "Really? Did you ever meet the queen?" he asked eagerly, his imagination already running wild with visions of royal encounters and grand palaces.Â
She giggled at that, then tilted her head, contemplating the question. After a brief moment of contemplation, she realized that he was likely referring to Queen Elizabeth II, rather than Queen Victoria. "No, never," she replied with a casual shrug, noting the slight disappointment that flickered across Jeremy's face at her response.
"Hey, wanna join us tomorrow at two o'clock? We'll be down this street with all the neighborhood kids. Probably going to play Hide-and-seek.â
(Y/n) smiled warmly at the invitation, her curiosity piqued by the prospect of joining in with the neighborhood kids. "Sure, I'd love to!" she replied eagerly, the thought of meeting new mortals outweighing any concerns she might have had about the unfamiliar game they mentioned.
Although she had never heard of Hide-and-seek before, (Y/n) was undeterred. As she agreed to meet them the following day at two o'clock, her mind was already buzzing with anticipation. (Y/n) knew she would have to find a way to sneak out without her fathers noticing, but she was determined not to let that stop her from joining in on the fun. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she began plotting a way to sneak out, confident that she could pull it off.
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And since when did Jk tell you that his type is âprettyâ? Do you remember what Jungkook said? He said Jimin with makeup looks âsexyâ and Jimin without makeup is âcuteâ. Can u remind me what Jungkook has mentioned several times that his type is again? When did Jk ever say his type is âprettyâ or âhandsomeâ? Jk clearly stated that his type is âcuteâ and that is why he calls Jimin cute every little chance he gets, plus u can literally tell that this man is a sucker for cute Jimin because of how he melts everytime Jimin is being cute.
Look anon, i donât know if some of you are too young, or under experienced or just plain stupid but everyone doesnât look for âprettyâ and âhandsomeâ in their partners. The shallowness of the internet has made so many pple to forget that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder and that different people are attracted to different things in people.
In your eyes Jimin may not be âprettyâ without makeup, but not to jungkook. Maybe Jungkook actually prefers Jimin when he has no makeup on than when he does because we all know he loves cute. Jimin is much more than looks. Jungkook himself knows the treasure he has and thats why years ago he made it clear that Jimin has a charm that no one else in the team has. That is why you would hear Jungkook praise who jimin is every single time talking about how kind, selfless, caring and hardworking he is. That is why Jungkook always chose Jimin everytime he was asked deep questions about his relationship with the members. Jungkook himself knows that in this world he would never find another Jimin. He can look around and find a million handsome or pretty people but he knows that people like Jimin are one in a million. Why do you think this boy cried his eyes out and was so disoriented that he got lost just because Jimin threatened to stop caring for him? Why do u think he had to battle with himself and set his pride aside to call Jimin crying and apologizing? Jiminâs single threat was enough to break Jungkook down completely and my man cried so much his eyes were so swollen the next morning and you honestly think Jk is second guessing Jimin because according to you Jimin isnât âprettyâ without makeup?
Plus anon, you donât know how things get down in the bedroom. Youâve seen Jimin and youâve seen how that man moves his waist and hips. You see his strong sex appeal donât you? Jungkook called taehyung the most handsome person he had ever seen but did u ever hear anyone say he was obsessed with going to Taehyungâs room? Did u ever hear anyone confuse Taehyungâs room for Jungkookâs? According to you Jk wouldnât find Jimin attractive without makeup yet we know for a fact that this man was sneaking into hotel rooms with Jimin at night and going to knock on Jiminâs door at 1:50am only to stay there âdoing nothingâ for about 4 hoursđ. He hated Jiminâs unattractive face without makeup so much that he choose the time when Jimin was sure to be without makeup (bedtime) to go in there and stay staring at him for hours? Some of you people cannot be serious. I refuse to accept that you are over 16 anon, because there is no logical reason why u should reason like this.
I just don't know how some people's brains are wired
I give up
I just give upđ©
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My yandere college! Yandere jock head canons!
A/n-(yoooo , these are just some random head canons for my yandere jock series ! I just wanted to push something out , and itâs been forever since I wrote for kai lol lowkey this is some character backstory for Kai , happy reading enjoy!â€ïž)
TRIGGER WARNING â ïž- suggestive content , daddy issues, mentions of murder? (Kind of) just some crazy stuff lol and yandere behavior. Do not read if easily triggered!
âąI already said this in the first chapter butttttt kai is definitely a golden retriever boyfriend, heâs just so damn stupid, and he has a bright personality. But when someone fucks with you in anyway ⊠letâs just say he gets scary đ , and I donât mean that in a cringe way , that man will kill for you . And make sure youâll never find out đ§đœââïžhe could go to 0 to 100 real quick !!!
âąKai loves being around you , no matter what . Oh your going back to your dorm ? Or home (thatâs if u donât live on campus) it doesnât matter heâll be behind you , and heâll lowkey invite himself to stay the night at your place , like this man literally lives at your dorm/house , like Iâm not joking his toothbrush, clothes, blankets etc . Is at your place even if you have a roommate or you live with your family , surprisingly your roommate/family love him! And says heâs welcome anytime! , yeah you definitely need space from him. âY/n!! Letâs watch a movie!â
âąI donât want to be that person but I will be , he definitely has home problems , that boy ainât got a daddy (just like me fr đ€ ) when he was two years old , his dad left . And his mom always works . Sheâs barely home , and when she is , they donât really talk , and when they do they always fight about the dumbest things , so basically he ainât got no dad , and his mom is a workaholic, and heâs a insane psychopath! w for his parents fr !!!đ„ł thatâs part of the reason he stays with you , heâs alone most of the time , that and he likes to have you close.
âąalso I will be that person againđ, when your sleep , and heâs laying on the floor next to your bed (he refused to stay in the guest room , he says your room is more comfortable.) he definitely the type to get hard from just being near you , and he has to release his aching pain some how âŠ.đ now heâs respectful heâll make sure heâs quiet (even tho he doesnât want to be.đ€ ) and heâs makes sure to clean up after , donât hate but heâs definitely a whimper đ© like he bites his lip when heâs coming to his high , his hand going up and down on his length. đ”âđ« he just thinks about how you would feel on his length and how he would just claim you as his , all he can think about is how tight you would be ⊠âf-fuck , y-y/n Iâll be g-good , just be mines , p-pleaseâ
âąnow let me tell you this , heâs definitely not a virgin, his body count is two , everyone on campus thinks heâs a play boy but naw đhe has a low body count and heâs loyal to one person and that person is only you. That and all of his team mates and friends are play boys so thatâs were the expectations come from fr lol .
âąnow , he does have siblings(he has 3 other siblings), but he has never met them (well kinda of) ,the first thing he knows about his dad was when he was starting college and football he was meeting everyone and he met a cheerleader , she kinda of looked like his dad , I mean the pictures of his dad he had she looked like him , and she had the same last name as his dad (Kai has his moms last name) curiously he wanted too know more , so he went digging and fount her instagram, he saw photos of her family and sure enough he saw his dad ⊠he definitely stayed away from her when he fount out his dad , left and had a new family, a family with another woman , and new children, a child that HE goes to school with , someone HE shares the flied with basically, he lost it , bro was definitely feeling all types of Emotions , actually as matter fact , when he first fell for you , yk at the football game , the reason why his head was out of the game and the team was losing , was because his dad was their , not for him , hell his dad probably didnât even recognize that Kai was playing, his dad was their for his daughter. The cheerleader. Kai was feeling anger, sadness, he wanted to go up on those bleachers and beat the hell out of his dadâŠall that was running through Kai Head was âhow dare he leave me , and have a new family. How fucking dare he come here . And act like I donât exist. How dare he.â But when break time happened and he bumped into you near the concessionsïżŒ stand thatâs when he met you .Suddenly he felt wanted, he knew he had to have you.
âąnow letâs talk about Kaiâs mom , like I said sheâs a workaholic, she wasnât married to Kaiâs dad when he split , and she works as a nurse, she picks up shifts and works all day / night ,she really didnât talk about Kaiâs dad , while he was growing up , and refused to talk about him , when Kai wanted to get in contact with his dad . Sheâs a nice lady tho , when she was at home , Kai dragged you to his house to meet her , and surprisingly you and her bonded , then she left for work . Kai looked disappointed but heâs used to it đ
âąKai just needs love and attention, bro is , Touch starved toođ he just needs some love fr , so no matter where yâall are , he will always be holding you hand or holding your waist , or just lean against you , bro just down bad fr đ
âąheâs your best friend, as you put it , but Iâm telling you now , that man is trying to be more then friends, like heâs literally insane over you . And even if you donât like him like that , thatâs okay , youâll never get rid of him!
âąthis man drives , so your a passenger princess , so when you guys go out , he likes to blast music and put his hand on your thigh , and he says itâs not werid, but youâre like âđ€â he definitely has no chill , like I said he loves holding you . So his hands go to your thighs when he drives you , too school or anywhere else
âąI have a feeling that this man listens to indie and rap , Iâm talking like gorillaz and Marc demarco , jid , sometimes Kodak and nardo wick when heâs feeling devious ïżŒïżŒïżŒđ€ he also listens to glass animals, anddddd tame impla and Tyler the creatorđ€
âąletâs do say , someone fucks with you , In anyway I mean he fought Cameron Harris for you , he definitely was trying to kill him , and he would if his friends didnât pull him off Cameron , but letâs say someone disrespect your name or spreads Nasty rumors about you , that man is ready to split whoever skull open for you , like I said heâs bat shit crazy, he literally thinks of you as a god . He thinks your his savior damn near đ”âđ« like he canât have no one talking down on your name đŁïž
âąoverall If I had to rate him on how dangerous he is I would say 8.9/10 like heâs insane and basically he has nothing to lose , heâll go to war for you any day , if you say to , he will , he just real like thatđ€đ
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âNobody will talk to you like that y/n . Iâll forever love and protect you . Youâll see Iâm the one for you! And If not âŠIâll make you love me .â
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Any chance you'd write an Eddie x fem multiple creampie/breeding fic? Dont judge me lol.
A/N: ????? literally no judgement here bc i too, am a slut for a breeding kink fym đ©âđŒ this gal does not kinkshame !!!!!! u do u bestie !!
warnings: smut, p*rn w little plot, just absolute filth, breeding kink, praise kink, overstimulation, light degradation, dumbification, dom!eddie
Minors DNI, you will be blocked.
You didnât even know how you got into this position.
You were a regular babysitter, everyone in your neighborhood knew you had a way with kids as they always seemed to gravitate towards you with your kind smile and bubbly personality, going along with their games and wild imagination.
You couldnât help but gush to Eddie about this cute little boy and girl, twinsâfunnily enough, that you had just sat for. They were nothing but absolute angels, and being that they were only 3 years old, their toddle speak made your heart melt. On top of that, they had a little baby brother who was just a year old that you cradled in your arms, singing him a lullaby as he drifted off to sleep.
âThey were just so cute, Eds! And when I went to help change them, oh my god you shouldâve seen their cute little socks! Andâand the baby, gosh, the lil baby with his tiny hands, you know he wrapped his tiny hand around my finger as he fell asleep and it was just so cute, literally the most adorable things Iâve ever seen.â You ramble, the sweetest look in your eyes as you laid your head in Eddieâs lap, recounting your babysitting adventures.
He chuckles, and he wants to say that you were the most adorable thing heâs ever see, but you donât let him as you continue to ramble on and on about babies with their cutesy little toes and chubby cheeks.
You hold his face in your hands, a serious expression etched onto your features.
âEddie my love, can I ask you something?â
He looks down at you, his smile never leaving his face. Despite being in a relationship with him for almost 2 years, his stomach still fills with butterflies every time he looks at you.
âDo..do you ever want kids? Withâwith me, maybe?â
Eddie doesnât know what hit him, but the image of you with a swollen belly carrying his child makes his blood rush to his dick.
He flushed a bright red at your question, scratching his cheek. âI mean, why wouldnât I? Youâd be the perfect mom.â
You lean your head towards him, giggling at his words as you kiss him.
âGlad you think so, godâitâs like I have baby fever or something,â you chuckle, shaking your head. âEddie, I want a babyy.â You whine as you get up from his lap, shaking his arm playfully.
Eddie has to grit his teeth to prevent himself from groaning, the thought of him fucking you into the mattress to get you knocked up caused his hardening cock to strain against his pants.
You tilt his head towards you, noticing that he was staring at the floor, oblivious to whatever filthy scenario he was imaging in his head as he chewed his lip.
âGive me a baby, Eds.â You stared at him innocently, doe-eyed, completely unaware of his darkened gaze.
He smirks, his hand making its way to the back of your head, lacing his hands through your hair and giving it a small tug.
âOh, I will.â
Oh, you thought, as you recalled what you did, what you had said that landed you in your current situation; barely even able to think straight as your mind started to fog up, breathing raggedly with your cheek pressed into the mattress as Eddie gripped your hips roughly, heavy balls smacking your clit as he fucked you from behind.
He grabs you by your hair, pulling you up and closer to him until your back hits his chest, his grip switching to your throat. You canât help but shiver at his touch, the rings he wore on his hand digging into your skin enough to leave marks the next day.
âThis what you wanted, slut? For me to fuck you like this? Treat that pussy like my very own breeding hole, huh?â
You nod your head as best as you could in your position. âYes, yes, Eddie, wanna be bred by you, want you to use me.â
âThatâs right, gonna fill you up with my seed over and over again âtil your pussyâs stuffed full, yeah?â
You let out a scream as his other hand snakes itâs way down your torso to play with your clit. The hand he had wrapped around your throat made its way into your hair again, pulling it at roughly as he pressed sloppy kisses to your neck.
âFuckâ! Gonna cum sweetheart, gonna fill you upââ He lets out a groan, you mewl with pleasure as you feel the familiar warmth of his cum inside of you.
But you had fucked Eddie enough to know that his balls were always so full to the point he could be fucking you for hours and still have more to spare.
He pulls out if you momentarily, and the loss of him inside of you makes you whine. He strokes your cheek with his thumb. âShh, shh, itâs okay baby, Iâll be back inside of you in a minute, turn yourself around for me.â
Weak from how brutally he had just fucked you, he helps flip you over and onto your back. You reflexively spread your legs out for him as he kisses your ankle up to your leg until your inner thigh, giving it a few love bites before he settled between your legs. He traced the tip of his cock up and down your cunt, relishing in the way your leg twitched whenever he rubbed your clitâbut nothing in the world would ever match to how perfectly your walls felt when they clenched around him.
He slipped into you with ease, thrusting slowly, but harshly, deeply into you, his tip constantly hitting your g-spot that had your tongue lolling out of your mouth. Spurred on by your fucked out face, Eddie picks up his pace, fucking into you like an absolute madman.
You swear that you almost passed out from the immense pleasure that he gave you, unable to even count how many heâs made you cum at this point.
His hand grips your chin as he smiled at you mockingly, slipping his thumb into your mouth, to which you responded by wrapping your lips around his finger, sucking.
âAw, âs my dumb little baby that fucked out already? You fucked stupid now, hmm, sweetheart?â
You can barely process any of the words heâs saying, but you manage to give him a nod. He leans down to you and kisses you in the forehead.
âGood girl, yeah, thatâs right, let me use you, let me breed this tight little pussy.â
His fingers intertwine with yours, as you grip onto his hand for dear life as he continues to pound into you.
He grunts as he spills his load into you for the second time, stuffing you full.
You pant as he pauses, he flips you around so you sat on his lap, back pressed up against his chest. You let your fingers tangle themselves in his frizzy hair as he kissed you deeply.
âReady for another one, sweetheart?â He says as he guides his still-hard cock into your cunt once more, letting out a hiss.
âStill so fucking tight for me.â He mutters into your ear.
You sigh with pleasure as his hand finds itâs way to your nipple, twisting at it before he squeezes your breast.
âGonna keep stuffing you with my cum âtil I get you knocked up, yeah?â
You hum with approval at his words, gasping as he thrusts up into you.
You were in for a long night.
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Captain Kirk fluff alphabet
A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)
Oh boy does he have a helluva time with that question if you actually ask it. The answer is definitely your hips/lower waist, if you have love handles all the better, he loves to love the love handles. Seriously pulls you in by the waist all the time, for kisses, hugs, snuggles, everything.
B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)
Not right now, he wants to give his potential children a normal life, and by that he means one that doesnât put them in danger out in space. But at the end of the five year mission, you bet your buttons he wants mini hims and yous running around. Of course if you donât want children itâs not a deal breaker for him, but then he does want a pet instead.
C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)
Basically nonstop. He doesnât care if there are people around, he likes knowing that youâre there and seeing you just isnât the same as feeling you near. If you sit in his lap heâll die, you canât leave now. If one of you canât sleep, then you end up in each otherâs quarters, curled up together and sleeping harder than anyone knew was possible. When youâre in bed Jim really loves when you put your head on his chest, he likes that he can still see you, he also likes that it gives him the opportunity to rub your back or play with your hair.
D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)
Youâre both busy people so you have dinner together every night just to guarantee to get to see each other, so he longer really considers dinner a date. Dinner would definitely be involved still, it just isnât the main event. If youâre on shore leave he would find a concert that he thinks you would enjoy and depending on late the show is heâll either take you to dinner before or after.
E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my worldâŠ))
It feels kind of cheesy, but youâre his Universe. It was bound to happen, I mean the man absolutely adores you AND you guys are in outer space, it was gonna happen. At first it surprises you a bit because heâs not much of a âyouâre my ___â kinda guy for the most part, but you quickly come to love it.
F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)
Back in the academy when he was having an absolute nervous breakdown. He was a mess, a wreck, shaking and babbling total nonsense. It was caused by the anxiety of final exams, Jim didnât think himself at all prepared. And you seeing a grown man having a breakdown, what did you do? You plopped down right next to him and gave him a hug, told him that he was gonna do great because you knew him, he was born a Captain. You even offered to help him study. And he didnât think he could have made bigger heart eyes đ at you in that moment⊠he was wrong the heart eyes have definitely gotten bigger over the years.
G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)
Kirk is just a big puppy dog of a man. He would never intentionally hurt you and if he ever did he might die inside. Heâs so careful itâs kind of ridiculous. Heâs still Jim, heâll still crack jokes and flirt (not just with you), but if he ever finds out that bothers you when he makes flirty comments to others, then it all comes to a crashing halt. This man will not stand for hurting you or your feelings in any way, shape, or form.
H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)
Holding hands is nice, but he probably only holds hands at more formal events or if youâre uncomfortable with more contact than that in public. Jim likes to be touching you as much as possible, heâs more of an arm-over-your-shoulder kinda guy. He just hates being alone and loves physical affection, please love him đ«đ„°đ©
I = Impression (What was their first impression?)
Jimâs first impression of you isnât bad, but itâs maybe not what you would hope your first meeting with anyone would be. You were talking to some and werenât looking where you were going, you tripped over a tree root. Boy, are you lucky he was there and has such quick reflexes, otherwise you would have absolutely bit it. So his first impression is that you need just a little bit of protecting and he was willing to be the one to do it. Looking back, Kirk thinks that he was actually in love with you right from the moment you landed in his arms.
J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)
Both yes and no. Jim doesnât at all care what you say, flirt all you like, but itâs when touching is involved that he gets a little nervous. If someoneâs hand lingers too long he might swing by and give you just a little kiss on the cheek. If you hug someone (even though he completely understands that sometimes people just need hugs) he will cling to you for the rest of the day. Someone else making you laugh will do the trick too, itâs not âhey thatâs not allowed to happenâ type of jealous, itâs âgee I wish that was me making you laughâ kind of jealous because he loves hearing laugh, and it makes him so friggin happy to know that he got to make you laugh.
K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)
Jim just loves kissing you, period. But he really really loves to kiss the top of your head because it usually requires a hug to get there. He also loves to kiss your jaw, just little butterfly đŠkisses because if you kisses light enough it elicits giggles from you! Your first kiss on the lips was an accident, you both happened to go to kiss each other on the cheek at the same time. In the general though, the first kiss was initiated by you. Jim had just given you a really fancy copy of your favourite book, and you got so excited that you kissed his cheek and gave him a hug. It was a very difficult moment for him because you werenât together yet, but it was after he had realised his feelings for you.
L = Love (Who says âI love youâ first?)
Jim does, this is actually when you realise you have feelings for him. He had just gotten the scores on his final exams back, he aced them!!! He ran to your dorm with his PADD in hand and the scores pulled up. He didnât even knock, he dashed right and picked you up. âI love you!!! Youâre the best!!!! I passed all of my exams! I couldnât have done it without youâ he swings you around before finally calming down enough to put you down and show you his actual scores.
M = Memory (Whatâs their favourite memory together?)
If you couldnât already tell heâs big on physical affection and snuggles đ„° so his favourite memory is definitely the first time you two cuddled. You were both exhausted on the couch and watching a movie in his dorm and the cuddling just kind of happened.
N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)
Jim would love to if thatâs what you want, but he himself is really a quality time kinda guy, like sure heâll buy you pretty much whatever you want, but he really really really wants to cuddle and watch a movie! Like pretty please đ„ș snuggle the baby.
O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)
Itâs warm brown. It reminds Jim of a teddy bear 𧞠and you are his teddy bear, he snuggles you to relax and to quell any anxieties he may have. Youâre his anchor and his teddy bear in the best way possible. Warm and cozy brown
P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)
Itâs not super creative, but he wonât change his mind, Sweetheart and Sweetie are his favourites for you. He canât help it if they happen to be true, youâre the sweetest person he knows and he wants you to know it!
Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)
Cabins in the woods. He loves the fireplace. Cabins are the most perfect place to snuggle in. If you stay in a cabin together, you will be alone even less often than usual. He will drag you to the couch to cuddle under a blanket in front of the fire.
R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)
Itâs not even a question, you arenât leaving bed. He will hold you hostage for snuggles while you listen to the rain. If itâs cold he wonât turn on the heat either, we all know that body heat is the best way to warm up. đąđ„°
S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)
Hugs. If you look upset he will find you later so he doesnât embarrass you in front of others. When he finds you, he wonât even ask, he knows you'll tell him whatâs up when youâre ready. He engulfs you in the biggest bear hug and wonât let go until you do. If heâs upset heâs probably gonna want to snuggle with you and put his head on your chest so he can listen to your heart beat, please please run your fingers through his hairâ€ïžâđ„, he will be eternally grateful.
T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)
Heâs a bit more of a listener, he could listen to your voice for ages. But when it is his turn to talk, he likes to tell jokes and funny stories because like I said before, he loves making you laugh. If you also like to hear him talk though, he will tangentially talk about anything to make you happy, itâs stream of consciousness, anything and nothing.
U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)
Taking naps, naps are his remedy for basically everything, but it only works if itâs a nap with you. He must have snuggles, otherwise heâll be left to stew in whateverâs worrying him. Also if you thought his snuggling was aggressive before, heâs got in a vice once he falls asleep, will.not.let.go
V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)
Honestly? Heâs not much of a show off, but he loves to show off for you. Itâs dancing he loves to learn new and fancy dance moves just to impress you. McCoy once caught Kirk practicing a move that required a partner and got himself roped into helping Jim practice. This man dips and twirls you like no one else! đ©·â€ïžđ©·
W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)
You'll have been together for quite awhile before Jim proposes. He just wants to be 1000% certain that marriage is what you want too. It doesnât need to be fancy or extravagant, but it does need to be meaningful. If Jim really gets the feeling that you do want to marry him then heâll wait until youâre both back on Earth. Heâll take you back to the academy under the guise that heâs to be a guest speaker. On the way up to the main campus though, he would pretend he dropped something right in front of the same tree root you had tripped over. He got down on one knee and pulled out a ring. âYes!! Oh my god YESâ you would yell before he could start âcan I say a few things first, Sweetheart?â Of course you said yes again, but it was difficult because now youâre crying. âI know youâre the one who tripped here so long ago, but I was the one who fell. I didnât know it then, but when I caught you it was the best thing to ever happen to meâ youâre absolutely sobbing now âThat- that was ssso cheesy, but Iâm still saying yesâ you cried.
X = Xylophone (Whatâs their song?)
Dancing in the Dark by Bruce Springsteen. He loves it because itâs a relatively chill rock song. He also has definitely at some point or another brought you to his quarters, turned out a majority of the lights and played this song to dance with you to. After the first time he does it, turning out the lights and dancing becomes a really good way for both of you to relax.
Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)
All the time, he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you. If you donât want to get married thatâs fine too, but he still wants to spend the rest of your lives together. Youâre his Universe and he canât imagine a future that doesnât have you in it.
Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)
A dog, any kind of dog, but a really big one. He would love to wrestle with a big dog (in a loving way). And he would run with that dog too, like you might never see him again if it werenât for the fact that the dog would get hungry and thirsty eventually. He would love that floofer to bits.
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đŹđšđŠđđ°đĄđđ«đ đšđ§đ„đČ đ°đ đ€đ§đšđ° â act I, scene ii
nonidol!hwang intak x f!reader
when summit poster boy hwang intak's car breaks down in the school parking lot, it sets off a chain of events that leads to you, someone he was perhaps always meant to find. the only problem is that the two of you are far from the ideal couple, and your peers are apt to keep that status quo.
â· genre, chapter warnings. s2f2l, grief and mentions of death and terminal illness, classism and discrimination, forbidden romance au, minimal swearing, angst, humor
â· word count. 2.3k
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a/n: there's quite a bit of texting in this one so i apologize đ
SUMMER (RISING JUNIORS).
INTAK wasn't one to give up easily. A couple weeks after school had been dismissed for the much-anticipated summer break, he was still in town while the rest of his friends were off traveling the world with their families. His dad had left the house early, as per usual, to head to the company building for work, so he enjoyed the serenity of an empty house as he took his time rolling out of bed and making himself breakfast.
As he sat on one of the breakfast bar stools in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal before him, he pulled out his brother's phone and opened up one of the text threads. The last thing he had texted Yn was about properly working out a stainâhe'd received a very (albeit amusing) passionate lecture from her about drinking or consuming anything in the car, because if he spilled anything on the seats, she would risk her own identity to come and beat him up.
He'd had a very good laugh at that.
jae's phone: bored
Not even a minute later, he received a reply.
yer a wizard yn!: why r u still using his phone?
jae's phone: well do u want someone to find your contact on *my* phone, miss secrecy?
yer a wizard yn!: fair enough
jae's phone: hey how old r u
yer a wizard yn!: wow it never occurred to u that i could just be some old pervert?
jae's phone: r u??
yer a wizard yn!: lucky for u, no
jae's phone: lucky for me? đ
jae's phone: before u virtually threaten to hit me again
jae's phone: r u my brother's age then? u must be
yer a wizard yn!: nope
jae's phone: my age then? idk if u know my age actually
yer a wizard yn!: am i 5 years old? no
jae's phone: i will , hit u
yer a wizard yn!: LMAO
In spite of his texts, Intak laughed down at the counter and set aside the phone for a second so he could spoon some more of the sweet cereal milk into his mouth. He and this Yn person had been trading texts these past couple of weeks. All of the conversations had been brief and harmless at most; it was all just his attempts at holding a conversation while Yn deflected anything that would expose who she was. Except for this conversation and their first one, he had no inkling of her identity.
yer a wizard yn!: okay, fine yes, i'm ur age i think
yer a wizard yn!: at least that's what jae said
Intak leaned into the conversation. Do u go to the academy too?
yer a wizard yn!: my friends say that's confidential
jae's phone: ur friends knew my brother too??
yer a wizard yn!: mhm
jae's phone: okay well,,, wait tf they're READING THESE??
He could hear her laughing at him now, even if he didn't know what her laugh sounded like. Did Jaehyuk know all these people in secret? He felt like a right idiot now.
yer a wizard yn!: now they're not, i just shooed them away
yer a wizard yn!: i can't tell u explicitly, but if u figure it out on ur own per se,,,,
jae's phone: ahhhh i see
jae's phone: don't say anything if u go to the academy
jae's phone: LETS GOOOO !! đ©
yer a wizard yn!: u r soâŠ
jae's phone: handsome, smart, funny, etc lots to choose from
yer a wizard yn!: *crickets*
jae's phone: rude đ
jae's phone: doing anything for the summer?
yer a wizard yn!: nah just working and hanging out w friends. u?
jae's phone: ignoring my responsibilities lol
It wasn't exactly a lie. After Jaehyuk had passed away, his father had made it incredibly clear that Intak was now to step into his shoes. No more second child privileges. Plus, how could he find the energy to get away when that was all he did last summer to forget the pain of Jaehyuk leaving?
yer a wizard yn!: once when jae (well ig *you*) and his family went on vacation, he left the car w me. it was kind of weird having that thing just sitting in my garage
jae's phone: really? huh. what year was that
yer a wizard yn!: i think he said u guys were going to jeju or sumn
Ah, that must have been the last vacation Intak could remember enjoying with Jae.
jae's phone: oh yeah, i remember that holiday
jae's phone: he must've really trusted u then
yer a wizard yn!: yeah ig so⊠couldnât even drive it then, so maybe thatâs why lol
Minutes passed of silence in the text chain. Intak wanted to know what she was thinking on the other side of the phone, if she was even as sad as he was. He'd figured out that his brother and Yn had been really close, so she must have gone through some type of grieving process like he had? He didn't know anyone else as heartbroken as he was. His dad didn't really care, only that his number one heir was now six feet under. Intak was still bitter that his father didn't even stay after the funeral, but he supposed everyone grieved in different ways.
Intak picked up the phone again and began typing. My brother didn't trust a lot of people, he admitted. Idk why I feel the need to but thanks for being there for him.
yer a wizard yn!: wish i had been there for him better to be honest
Yeah, that one hurt. I get that. I blame myself too.
yer a wizard yn!: ur brother loved u a lot tho, intak. that's why he left u the car
yer a wizard yn!: it was something to remember him by
Intak swiped at the warm tears trailing down his face. He wished he didn't have the dumb car. He wished his brother was here instead.
yer a wizard yn!: i'm sorry if i made u upset, but just remember that he loved u so much
yer a wizard yn!: if u ever need someone to talk to who knew him as u did or close to how u did, then come find me
jae's phone: thanks yn
jae's phone: i wish he had trusted me enough to introduce me to u tbh
Somehow, she had figured out that he wasn't saying this as a joke like all the other times.
yer a wizard yn!: he did trust u. he was just trying to protect me
jae's phone: it worries me when u say that
yer a wizard yn!: it's okay just,,, forget i said anything
As if he could just forget that speaking to her could jeopardize her. He didn't even know how this could get her in trouble, if he was interpreting what she was saying correctly. If only Jae had left him a note explaining who Yn was, but he supposed it wasn't ⊠safe to?
jae's phone: how did my brother even find u lol
Great segue, he shoveled a spoon of cereal into his mouth so he didn't have to look at his gross attempt at a subject change.
yer a wizard yn!: strangely enough, just like this
jae's phone: ??
yer a wizard yn!: he texted my number thinking it was this auto repair helpline he found online w his problems and i fixed his car haha
jae's phone: oh yo that's kinda cool tho
yer a wizard yn!: ur both really bad w cars
jae's phone: oUT OF POCKET đ
jae's phone: wait so u go to the academy
yer a wizard yn!: bye intak
jae's phone: NOOOO WAIT COME BACCCK
It was late, that much he knew, but sleep would not bless his eyes and body and mind. Intak stared up at the dark ceiling of his bedroom with moonlight streaming through the curtains by his bedside. There were too many things in his head to even think about a peaceful night of sleep.
"You could just look her up in the yearbook," he said aloud into the darkness. "But that would be invading her privacy." And Yn had made it so very clear that she was against him finding out her identity. But she had pretty much confirmed that she went to the academy, that she was in his year, and that her name was actually Ynâ
Wait. Okay, so maybe she hadn't confirmed the latter yet, but Intak assumed his brother didn't make contact names that didn't make sense.
He sighed. He wished Jaehyuk could have given him some sort of sign.
Intak reached for his phone sitting on the nightstand, but instead of going to YouTube or some other streaming service he opened up her text messages.
Just as he was about to type a greeting, she beat him to it.
yer a wizard yn!: can't sleep either?
jae's phone: yeah ig not
jae's phone: wbu?
yer a wizard yn!: yeah no same
jae's phone: i wanna ask u stuff, but i don't wanna make u uncomfortable. it's not abt u personally, it's just abt ur connection w my brother. idk really
yer a wizard yn!: this is closure for u, i get it
yer a wizard yn!: ask to ur heart's content
jae's phone: did u know⊠that he was sick?
There was a long pause, and Intak waited patiently while laying on his side.
yer a wizard yn!: i found out really late
yer a wizard yn!: i knew something was wrong, but he was good at hiding it
yer a wizard yn!: i didn't get to say goodbye to him tho
jae's phone: i'm sorry yn
yer a wizard yn!: don't be, it's okay
yer a wizard yn!: were ur friends close to him too?
jae's phone: they thought he was cool and they got along, but they weren't super close. ig i can say ur one of the very few people who prob grieved like i did
yer a wizard yn!: that's⊠god, that's really sad. everyone at school liked him tho
jae's phone: tch yeah, but yk our school's full of fake shitheads
yer a wizard yn!: yeah fs⊠i think ur wrong in one aspect tho
jae's phone: what's that?
yer a wizard yn!: *grieves not grieved, i think we're both still grieving
jae's phone: would u be uncomfortable if i sent a voice message?
As soon as he sent the text, he grimaced. Oh no, he was going to be faced with immediate rejection. Intak scrambled onto his stomach and elbows to get in a better position to text faster and beat the three moving dots at the bottom of the screen.
yer a wizard yn!: sure go ahead
jae's phone: WAITWAIT
He wanted to slap himself.
jae's phone: okay uhm gimme a second
jae's phone: didn't actually think u would agree
Good going, idiot. Now what?
Intak sat up against his headboard. He didn't know why he asked in the first place, but maybe he just wanted to voice his thoughts aloud for once. He licked his lips, gathered his thoughtsâ
"Heyâ" he cleared his throat, coughing and wishing he didn't just voice crack. "Sorry, hi. I thought this was gonna be a lot less awkward, but here goes nothing." He paused, then continued on, "Do you ever⊠miss him? Just miss him a lot. Sometimes I watch movies and they're always likeâsometimes I feel them sitting next to me or hear their laughterâand I don't. I don't feel him next to me, I don't hear his voice or his laugh, Yn. I wish I did though. I wish I could miss him like that. Do you think it would hurt less if I did?"
Intak hit the send button, then exited out of the app so he could look for the right kind of music to listen to. The room was just too quiet right now.
To his surprise, when she replied, it was not in the form of a text message, but in the form of her own voice message. He was about to hear her voice. That had to mean something right?
"Hey Intak." His heart thumped. Woah⊠"Yeah, I was unsure of replying in a voice message, but I thought it was fair. Don't worry; I've gaslit myself enough to feel comfortable," she laughed to herself. "That was a joke, by the way. Yeah, I laugh at my own jokes."
Intak snorted.
The sound of laughter faded slightly as she continued on though. "Yeah, I miss him a lot. I think⊠I think this past year, I've been trying to ignore the fact that I miss him, but I do. When I saw the convertible steaming that one day, I just couldn't stop myself from texting his number, I guess. Force of habit. I don't really feel those sensations either, but I don't think it would hurt any less if you did feel that way. I think any way you grieve is valid, really." Her voice went quiet at the end. "You're not alone, y'know?"
His cheeks were warm again and his breathing trembled. Intak hugged his knees to his chest, wondering why his head hurt when he was crying, but maybe it was because he had not cried fully in a long time. He sniffled, collecting himself to reply.
"Thanks Yn," he said, voice slightly hoarse from his crying. "You have a nice voice, by the way." Nice was an understatement. His heart was beating a little too fast at the moment.
She replied with, "Thanks Intak. You, too."
jae's phone: u said ur friends knew him too
jae's phone: were they close?
yer a wizard yn!: yeah, i'd say they had gotten to know him almost as well as i did. they hung out w us at the garage
jae's phone: like an auto repair shop?
yer a wizard yn!: yeah
jae's phone: this feels illegal to know
yer a wizard yn!: maybe u deserve a taste of the forbidden for once tho
And for some reason, that engraved itself in his head and right above his heart. He wouldn't know that from here on out, he would wear that phrase like a crown.
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