#I love when my hubbies get along with each other

[destinyc1020]

Aw - Chris Evans -

Meanwhile, Evans was also asked about which Marvel character is the best one "to physically spar with." Upon recalling their fight in Captain America: Civil War, the MCU veteran pointed out that he "really liked" his brief encounter with Holland's web-slinger, saying that he "just enjoys Spider-Man's abilities:" D23 podcast

Awwww 🥰🥰

#chris evans #tom holland #I love when my hubbies get along with each other

[m-ayo-o]

omg I would love to request this: 😈🌹💛 - mineosama

the noise i made when this req came through :/ emoji event : 😈🌹💛 impact play + romance + kento 18+ SMUT your hubby fulfills your nasty fantasies!! fingering + sex -wc 1k this is my version of uh... romance. for @shujiinkou !!

You love Kento's chivalrous and romantic gestures- the way he opens doors for you, holds the umbrella when it's raining and always walks on the road side of the pathway. He worships the ground you walk on. And that extends to the bedroom, too, where he touches you like you're sacred; an exquisite piece of art, for his eyes only.

But today, on the night of your wedding anniversary after he's reminded you of the profound vows you made to each other, you've expressed that you need a little more from your loving husband.

You want him to show you his strength. You can clearly see what his body is capable of- his muscles are just perfect for you to cling onto, whether you're having a late night stroll or he's pressing you into the mattress with your knees next to your ears.

So tonight, while you're sitting on his lap wearing nothing but pretty red lace, he really shouldn't be surprised when you ask him to manhandle you and go in raw... with no prep.

"But I want you to!"

He furrows his eyebrows.

"No."

You hold his tie, stroking up and down, nuzzling at his stoic face trying to earn a little smile.

"Please"

He doesn't stutter when he replies directly into your ear.

"I'm not fucking my wife without foreplay."

He pauses for a second, considering his next words.

"Do you want me to spank you instead?"

You bite your lip, feeling his husky whisper travel through your body, right to your core.

"But, Kentoo-" you huff and pout as if you're not pleased with the suggestion, "I want you to do it rough..."

"Cum on my fingers, then maybe I'll think about it."

~

smack

You're whimpering, lip starting to tremble due to the force of his hand.

smack

Of course, he worked an orgasm out of you easily, with fingers so thick and long it felt like he was already fucking you.

smack

Now, after getting you on your knees in front of the full length mirror, he delivers his end of the deal.

smack

"K-Kento-" your eyes are starting to get watery, but you hold out. You know he'll stop if he sees you crying.

smack

"Kento," you choke out, while he reaches a hand into your hair, lifting your head up to face him.

"What?"

"Y-your ring-"

You're referring to the elegant wedding band on his left ring finger.

smack

He looks down at your peachy ass from where he kneels, towering over you from behind, and sees the distinct hand prints starting to form. Along with a subtly deeper mark where the metal strikes your skin.

smack

"P-please take it off-" you plead, "o-or use your right hand- god"

You're loving the repeated heat of his hand on your ass, finally showing you his rougher side, but his metal ring is adding more than a little pain.

smack

"You want me to take my wedding ring off when I'm spanking you?"

He huffs, pausing to knead at your puffy cheeks.

"No, honey."

smack

"If I'm going to lay a hand on my wife after she asked me to,"

smack

"I'm going to do it properly."

smack

"And maybe this will remind you..."

smack

"not to be so demanding"

smack

"of your husband."

His vows to protect you and keep you safe are momentarily forgotten as he watches the juice trickle from your pretty pussy with every slap. He admires how small and cute your body looks in his hands.

Up until now, he's always been very aware, if a little nervous, of your size and power difference. But now, seeing you so excited by his firm hand, he's getting quite carried away.

He finally releases his throbbing erection with a groan, slotting himself up against you, grabbing your hair into a ponytail and pushing through your tight, dripping entrance. He eases himself in, praising you while keeping a harsh grip on your hair and ass.

And when the smooth tip of his cock is pressing on your cervix, he starts to lose it.

smack

Another wave of pain flashes over your skin. He starts up a heavy pace, growing bigger and harder now he can feel you gripping him.

"That's it, take me."

smack

"Take me like the slut you are"

smack

Fuck, your thighs tremble with a hard orgasm. He's never spoken to you like that before.

"You wanted it rough, didn't you?"

smack

He keeps spanking you with his left hand, despite the dark imprint of his ring on your skin. He wants you to remember what your sweet, doting husband can do to you.

smack

The only sounds leaving your mouth are slurred little whimpers of his name. He can barely make sense of anything else.

smack

His hips are driving into you forcefully now as he notices the tears nearly dropping from your pretty eyes.

smack

"If you can't take it,"

smack

"I'll stop."

smack

"N-no, no no-" you shake your head.

"And I won't do it again."

"-noo Kento, no I can, I can-

smack

"Okay, well if you shut your mouth,"

smack

"and take my cum"

smack

"maybe I'll do this for you every year."

You nod through the pain and watch your husband get rougher than he ever has. He's not treating you like a fragile little girl anymore, and you're loving every second of it.

You try to wriggle and nod your head, struggling against his grip on your hair.

"yesyesyes Ken- Kentoo please, please I need it-"

smack

He's starting to really like the sound of this; the sound of you.

"It'll be my special gift,"

smack

"for our anniversary."

So you keep quiet like he commanded, trying your best to show your obedience to this new, domineering side of your husband. You let him slap you and grab you and fuck you rough and dirty till he's folding you into the tightest mating press.

Only then, when you're whimpering and begging with his hand pressed around your throat, does he release his hot, creamy load. It's so deep and warm it makes you forget about all the pain he's given you this evening. But he gave it to you because you asked for it.

And now, every year, without fail, Kento lives up to his promise and fucks you without an ounce of control. There's no break pedal, and each year you enjoy seeing him getting rougher and rougher, until your darkest fantasies are finally met.

i have much more to say on this matter...

kento | m.list

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[pastelpaperplanes]

Has KnockOut ever been insecure of stretch marks given how he prides on his appearance? I’m sure Breakdown doesn’t mind them, though. Also, can Megatron feel anything with that tremendous scar on his back and how does Optimus react once he first saw it?

Knockout is definitely vain to a fault, always he was all the way back when he was still a nobel, this extends to not just his appearance but also his need to keep his snazzy clothes and armor in perfect condition, as well his bow pristine!

However, what he loves most in the world is the life he shares with Breakdown. The highs and lows they faced in life beyond the Autobot Kingdom, scars and scratches they earned along the way–all are memories of how hard they fought for their life together and how much they loved the fact that they got to fight and WIN for that love.

The marks he received in life since bonding Breakdown are met with pride! (Breakdown lets little get past him to hurt KO, that and Knockout is a mean shot with his bow, both are the other’s protectors! lol, scars received are few and far in between)

Knockout’s stretch marks from Wildbreak– his greatest gift from Breakdown, his greatest gift to the love of his life, are by far his proudest yet. They made that baby!!! And that is the greatest joy and challenge Knockout has ever faced, but the best part was that he got to face it with Breakdown.

Yes, and ofc Breakdown loves the marks. Obsessed w them even–they belong to his super strong, soft, and hot hubby

As for Megatron’s burn marks, nope he does not feel them much at all, the burns were very deep and fried a lot of his nerves. It wasn’t always that way of course, healing took. years.

Optimus has seen every single one of his scars. When asked, Megs would talk his audial off telling Op the stories of each proud mark. Some range from petty fights with his brother long ago, some from his time in the gladiator pits, others from dumb youthful decisions, he's a story book ready for Optimus to dive into, he only needs to ask.

His first reaction to seeing them was of course shock, but secondly he felt truly sick. Of course at Megs, nor the melted, glassy flash, but the fact that someone could do something like that to another person. Megatron has long since been used to that look of shock, those who have seen it rarely can school their features–he eased the situation with yet another story.

The largest scar, his burns, now that is the one that everytime he talks about it, Megs cooks up a whole new story to pair it with. Megatron’s favorites are “I feel asleep in a hot spring” or “Fireworks and High Grade don’t mix” and “You see my dear Sir Orion, there is a reason why I am not allowed in any kitchen ever again so long as I live”. Optimus doesn’t really wonder anymore. He knows all too well that some well placed humor is just a mask for the too painful of stories. He does know that he has never seen a ‘burn’ scar quite like Megatronus’

“In a great flash of light, the Allspark disappeared and Left King Ultra and Megatron gravely wounded…” so the stories go. Those in the battle rumor that Megatron made a scramble for the Allspark and the artifact lashed at the unworthy King of daring to filthy it with his hands, King Ultra being too close, sadly being burned as well in It’s rage.

Megatron has his own side of the story. Not that many beyond the few trusted of his People he’s shared it with know the truth, perhaps one day the little Knight may be ready.

#thorns and thrones au #asks #transformers #KOBD make my heart melt yet again #and Megs is cryptic as hell about that scar bc A) the truth or even a semblance of it would give him away and B) it truly is painful to tal #about and the worthy of the truth would make a low of power come crashing down #lot of** #right time and right place for that👍✨✨HES PATIENT. but for now #he gets to have so much fun freaking tf out of Op with so many WANNA KNOW HOW I GOT THESE SCARS? #kobd #tfa knockout #tfa breakdown #tfa wildbreak #tfa optimus prime #tfa megatron #tfa megop

[tired-teacher-blog]

A lazy Sunday

Characters : Bakugo/ Fem reader

Genre : Fluff, just tooth rotting sweetness/ Suggestive themes on the verge of smut tbh/ Drabble

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

_ "G'morning princess." his hoarse, thick voice resonated across the room, breaking the rhythmic pitter patter of the rain outside.

_ "Good morning honey." you responded softly, snuggling deeper into his broad chest and relishing the flexing muscles against your back.

You smiled delightfully when his lips latched onto your nape, kissing you lazily as his arms squeezed you between them.

_ " Shouldn't we get up?" muttering your words, you craned your neck wishing to catch a glimpse of the man holding you close, and giggling as you were met with the smooth forehead you so much adore, "cute.." was what you added before attaching your lips to the soft skin that soon crinkled due to your playful comment.

_ "Huh?! Cute?" he sounded offended, his dramatic outburst was almost comical for a moment, just for a moment, until his voice dropped again, "was I cute last night when I made you scream my name and beg for mercy? I don't mind giving you a reminder."

You could sense the smirk lacing his whispered words as two big warm hands roamed your naked body, fingers ghosting over the marks he so proudly left on your delicate skin a few hours ago.

_ "Stop it.." still in his arms, you finally turned around to face him, feigning a cute pout as you voiced your protest.

He remained quiet, his teasing smirk turned into a sweet beam that mirrored itself upon your features.

You could hear the gentle sound of the drizzle again, prompting you to stay in your beloved's hold even just for a fleeting moment.

_ "Can we?"

_ "Of course we can princess, for as long as you want."

Breakfast would have to wait or be forgotten all together, as you were in no rush to leave the warmth of your bed.

_ "I love you." you murmured faintly, lips gliding along his own.

_ "I love you more." he kissed you once, quick and gentle, and then another, and another, until your giggles filled the quiet space of your cosy apartment.

_ "I still can't believe you're actually mine." he tightened his hold around your waist and nuzzled your neck as he longingly inhaled the sweet scent emanating from you.

_ "I am yours honey, forever." you kissed those soft blond unruly locks, smiling as you fiddled with the beautiful diamond ring he had put on your finger two years ago.

The rain had stopped at last, and beams of sunlight seeped through the curtains, illuminating the room and allowing you a better view of your hubby.

_ "Do we have to get up now? Can't we just stay in bed? It's Sunday after all." he whined against your sensitive skin -right under your ear- placing soft kisses along the side of your neck as if to convince you of something you already desired.

_ "I'm spoiling you rotten aren't I? Well I guess we can stay for a bit more if you want." you rolled your eyes and shrugged your shoulders as you struggled to stifle the laughter threatening to erupt.

_ "Well in that case.." he pushed you gently on your back before hovering over you, "how about another round?"

You could feel the smooth head of his cock rubbing against your naked thigh, and you pulled him down for a deep heated kiss, moaning when two fingers slid into your wetness..

Entangled in the warmth of one another is all you've ever needed, so no matter who you meet or where you go, only each other's company is what makes you feel complete.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo katsuki smut #bakugo katsuki fluff #bakugo katsuki x you #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo fanfiction #katsuki bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugo smut #bakugo katsuki fanfiction #boku no hero imagines #my hero academia imagines #bnha fluff #mha fluff

[mrs--edge]

Hi Mrs Edge and Tom. I'm fairly new to your blog but my husband and I are in a similar relationship just for the past year or so. It started after he cheated on me and I didn't feel I could trust him anymore. Long story short he ultimately volunteered to be put in a chastity cage with me as the keyholder, which was very weird to me at first but turns out it was also sort of his fantasy.

Like you and Tom this isn't part of a larger "dom-sub" relationship or other kinks. And I honestly didn't want to do it at first. But it has evolved to an interesting point where I have a lot of control over him bc his cock is permanently (?) locked away and useless to him. Mostly he goes down on me and fingers me now which is how I like it. I do like him occasionally to use a fake cock on me.

At first he tried to treat this as kind of a fetish thing where he would get off on me teasing him etc but I basically just didn't go along with that.

My strategy was to just act like his cock being locked up was a normal and permanent thing. I almost never mention his cock at all, as if it isn't there. And that's honestly the biggest turn on for me. If I want sex his cock never enters the equation. It's just a question of, is he going to go down on me or is he going to strap on his cock? We both know that he won't be cumming. Its almost like he no longer has a cock.

Unlike Tom my hubby still occasionally asks to be unlocked but I always say no. I do it very casually, almost in passing, to make it clear it's out of the question. I make cleaning him a very sanitized, ritual thing that has nothing to do with sex. The cage comes off, he's thoroughly cleaned and then it goes back on. I don't acknowledge his cock as even a sexual organ at all.

I do think this has had a psychological impact on him. He definitely has lost some of his swagger. He doesn't show interest in other women now bc there's nothing he can do about it. If he ever tried to hit on a woman the ultimate result would be her finding out he's locked up.

He's extremely attentive to me now. Maybe it's partly because he cheated on me and broke my heart but I do believe it's at least partly bc he sees that as a way to eventually get unlocked and be inside me again. I honestly don't see that happening and I tell him that bluntly.

Wow. There is so much going on here. On one hand it does seem like you and your husband have a similar lifestyle as we do with your husband permanently locked and the focus being on you and your pleasure. On the other hand it's that you got there from a place of pain and heartbreak, and that you keep him locked as punishment, instead of mutual love and enjoyment.

I've had messages from men claiming that men should be locked up to prevent cheating but from what I can see it just makes them more focused on their dicks than ever. I'm a little surprised that you managed to go along with his fetish as a way to fix things between you, but I'm glad to hear that you have managed to turn this into something that (hopefully!) will bring you to a better place.

My husband has told me a few times that he sometimes fantasizes that I keep him locked because he was "a bad husband" in some way, but honestly I hate even thinking that way. I like to think about him as having made a commitment to honor and serve me out of love and loyalty... like a knight pledging to his Queen. The punishment fantasy turns me right off.

The other thing I see is that your husband may only be attentive because he is enduring his punishment (which is why he keeps asking to be unlocked). How will you know when he is being attentive because he has truly become devoted to you?

I hope that the both of you will consider some kind of counseling to learn how to better communicate with each other. I'm sure you're still in pain and I will pray that you are able to take this and build a stronger marriage from it all.

#chastity question

[ye4gerism]

Bachelorette season is starting up again! Y/N L/N is the new stunning face of the Bachelorette and so far the viewers feel that she’s favorable.

Of course, the honeymoon phase of the show will decrease episode by episode and someone is bound to crack really soon.

INTO THE LIVES OF THE BOYS: exclusive interviews with the eight remaining contestants

“What are you looking for in a partner?”

COLT GRICE: i’m honestly looking for someone who is willing to go through the ups and downs of life with me. i know that sounds basic but trust me, i know what it’s like to watch a marriage fall apart because one person wasn’t committed enough.

EREN YEAGER: you know, when i think of a partner, i think of someone i can jump out of a plane with. my partner and i should be able to feel the “breeze” of marriage and overcome everything together

“Do you have any past relationships?”

OYANKOPON: who hasn’t? i hope this isn’t some sort of trick question. there was a person i thought i’d marry but an unforeseen event helped me understand that they weren’t for me.

JEAN KIRSTEIN: oh yeah…too many. i was kind of a player in high school and i screwed around a lot in college but as i’ve gotten older, i realized that i want a family and a future.

“Eren you and Zeke look oddly alike. Why is that?”

EREN YEAGER: really? that blonde mop? i don’t really see it.

“What is your guilty pleasure?”

ARMIN ARLERT: i’m sort of into conspiracy theories. sometimes i feel bad because as bizarre as some are, they’re kind of believable.

PORCO GALLIARD: i won’t lie; i love ordering in. i eat healthy and everything yes but, boy, don’t i love sitting on my couch on a friday night and eating my favorite that just got delivered to me.

“How do you like to spend your free time?

CONNIE SPRINGER: i personally love spending time with my two younger siblings. i love living life through them.

REINER BRAUN: my niece is the funniest person i know. since the moment she was born, she’s brought a smile to my face. i love spending my free time with her!

A LITTLE BIRDIE TOLD ME…: dirt on the cast

“Rumor has it one of the contestants has a wife.”

We wouldn’t be surprised. 10 handsome men enter the show and none of them are married? That’s a little suspicious don’t you think? Colt and Reiner are definitely hubby material.

“Eren is passed around like a football 😞”

With those green eyes, the ladies are probably all over him…and he’s probably all over them too. You didn’t hear it from us though.”

“Jean and Eren don‘t get along”

An insider told us the two were throwing looks at each other. It probably has something to do with Eren stealing Jean’s girlfriend in highschool.

“I heard that jean and eren went to high school tg and that eren stole jean’s long term gf”

What did we say?

“Zeke has a crush on Y/N”

we have a crush on y/n too!

“Zeke has daddy kink”

Oh!😀

“I heard y/n f*cked zeke to get on the show”

Are we talking about the right Zeke?

“yn is just gonna be playing all the guys, she's there for vibes”

We love a good feminist! Why be on a show for marriage when you can be a show to play men? We love it.

That’s all for now! Tune in next week for more juicy details!

i didn’t hit all questions but i will use them next week’s post! some of these answers made me laugh lmao😭 imagine zeke falling for you (UNLESS👁️). i’ll definitely incorporate some of these rumors into the story :). i also forgot to introduce hitch and pieck, so i’ll try and integrate them into the next few chapters!

if you would like to vote again, press here. you don’t have to answer the written answer questions if you have already! just let me know that you’ve already answered! i’ll probably close the poll tmrw so i can finish up the chapter :)

tysm again for reading the bachelorette!

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[hogwartsandhawkins]

Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 5: Wheels Go 'Round and 'Round, You're On My Mind

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Summary: Learning to drive with Billy Hargrove could have gone worse...

Warnings: Swearing, Billy worried for reader's safety at home. As always, please let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 6.9k (I'm so sorry)

Author's Note: I have never driven stick in my life, and it probably shows in my writing. I researched and even had my hubby describe it to me, and was still very confused. If you've ever driven a manual before, and the way I described it is absolutely atrocious please tell me. Please.

Jess stood by her bedroom window, looking down at the driveway as she did so. It was only 7:15 and she was already ready for school. Considering she couldn’t sleep the night before, she decided to wake up much earlier than usual. So here she was, waiting for a blue Camero to pull in. Just then, the phone in her room began to ring, which she hurried and answered so her mother would stay asleep. Before she could greet whomever it was on the phone, Steve’s voice came through. 

“You sure you don’t want me to come get you?”

“It’ll be fine. Like I said, he just really needs my help studying.” 

“You just let me know if anything changes, or if he does anything, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

There was a long pause, and Jess could hear him uncomfortably shifting his receiver. “Good luck kid, love ya,” was all he said before hanging up. 

When the clock in her room showed 7:55, she decided to run downstairs and get 4 of the fresh batch of muffins she made last night. She did semi-promise them after all, and Max would want some anyways. As she was grabbing them, she was able to see Billy’s car pull up through her front window. He was early. She grabbed what she came down there for, and walked out the front, making sure to lock the door in the process. The windows were rolled down and Max was already waving in the back, excited to have company other than Billy and whatever random girl he decided was worth his time that week, who typically were just as mean to her as her brother was.  

She reached for the passenger door, but before she could open it, Billy was already stretched across, yanking the handle and pushing it open for her. “Look at that, just what I needed this morning.” Billy smiled as he looked at what Jess had in her hands. She sat in her seat before distributing the muffins to both him and Max, two for each, considering Max wasn’t a fan of Billy getting more than her yesterday. Before Billy shifted into gear, he looked over at Jess and asked, “You already eat?” It hadn’t occurred to Jess to eat that morning. She was preoccupied elsewhere, and she just forgot she guessed. Her doe-eyed expression must have given away her answer as Billy rolled his eyes and handed her his second muffin, biting into his first right after. He let out an exaggerated moan when he nearly finished his bite, which made Jess chuckle a bit. 

He then flipped on the radio, which was much too loud for how early it was, shifted into gear, and backed out of her driveway. 

“Ugh, we always listen to the same stuff.” Max began to dig through her bag and pulled out a tape. “Here, put this on.” 

“Yeah, no thanks.” Began Billy, but Jess grabbed the tape anyways and looked at Billy. 

“It wouldn’t hurt to try something new, Billy.”

“It would if she’s choosing it, her music sucks.” 

“One song.” And with that, she ejected the cassette that was already playing with Max’s. Faithfully by Journey began to play, which made Billy groan. 

“Jesus, I can’t stand this song,” he began to reach for the stereo, but Max began to obnoxiously sing all the lyrics word for word, making Jess stop his hand from reaching it, as she too began to sing along. Max smiled triumphantly, being sure to stick her tongue out for good measure, and continued to sing as loud as she could.  “I’m starting to regret taking you with.” 

“WHAT?” Jess yelled as she began to turn up the song. “THROUGH SPACE AND TIME, ALWAYS ANOOTHERR SHOOW. WONDERIN’ WHERE I AM LOST WITHOOUT YOU.” Both girls were now singing in unison, making Billy shake his head in pretend annoyance. “Awe come on Billy, you know you want to sing too,” She shook his arm, trying to convince him to loosen up. When he shrugged her off, Jess turned to look behind her, Max smiled back at her as she continued singing, banging on the shoulders of both seats. 

They pulled onto the street their schools shared before the song was over, and as Billy attempted to shut off the music to hide the fact that he was listening to a ballad in his car, Jess refused him access, stating that “it wasn’t over yet.” 

“At least roll up your damn window.”

“Not a chance, Hargrove.” 

Billy then peeled off his shades and shook his head in amazement, clicking his tongue as he did so. “You’re something else you know that?” And so they pulled into the parking lot, with the end of the song loud enough for anyone in the parking lot to hear, Max’s tone-deaf squealing following closely behind each lyric. Billy eyed an empty spot and sped in before the other car going after it had a chance, earning him a light honk. The song ended as he put his car in park, and once it did, he turned to Max and barked, “Alright shithead now get out.” Jess rolled her eyes and shoved him in response, which caused him to give Max a not-so-sincere “please.” 

“Whatever.” Instead of waiting for Jess to get out, she simply climbed over the middle console and sat directly on her, skateboard slightly bumping her shoulder in the process. She then opened the passenger door and exited, but before closing the door, she looked over at Billy and said, “Keep your hands to yourself weirdo,” took a bite out of one of her untouched muffins, and skated away. 

Billy ejected her tape and chucked it in the back. He then took out what looked like his own handwritten notes for the first book, then took out the annotated copy Jess gifted to him and began to skim through it once more. They stayed like that for about thirty minutes, him occasionally asking Jess questions as she looked through the unannotated text. He then stopped reading suddenly. “Hey about yesterday,”

“Yeah, um, sorry about that. I-“

“Don’t worry about it, was all I was gonna say. You were right.” There it was again, the unfamiliar softness in his voice. But he began to falter, “Jess,” looking up occasionally trying to figure out how to say what he meant. Instead, he settled with “What are you doing for lunch.” Billy’s question caught Jess off guard. He was closing his book and shoving his notes back into his bag before looking back at her, expecting an answer. 

“What will your little posse think when they see the prude sitting with you?” Billy just shrugged, “Well sorry to disappoint, but I normally sit with Steve, and it looks like you don’t need much more studying.” Billy nodded at this, unwilling to tell her he didn’t have studying in mind when asking her about her lunch plans. Instead, he simply climbed out of the car, leaving his door open, waiting for Jess to do the same. 

“Lock your door,” Was all Billy said in response to her answer. He then began the process of lighting a cigarette, figuring he had enough time for a quick smoke, that was until his lighter refused to light. “Great,” Billy placed the unlit cigarette back in his box and shook his head, then noticed Tommy entering the building, who nodded to Billy once they made eye contact. “See you around, Logan.” Without a second look, Billy made his way to his little group, causing Jess to hold a tight smile and nod, slightly disappointed by the sudden coldness, but not surprised by it. It was Billy Hargrove, the newly appointed keg king, after all. What did surprise her, however, was looking across the parking lot and finding Steve, leaning against his car, staring at where Jess was standing. She decided to make her way toward him, realizing that he was probably waiting to walk her to her locker as he always did. As she got closer, Steve looked away from her and toward Billy instead, who was standing right in the way of anyone attempting to enter that side of the building, either not realizing it or not caring that he was. 

“How was your death-defying ride here?” Steve asked, the amusement in his voice enough to shake away the disappointment she felt earlier. 

“Not nearly as bad as it has been.”  

“Didn’t know your new friend was into Journey.” This statement made Jess howl, causing most around them to look at them.

“Oh trust me, he isn’t. But you should definitely tell the rest of the school he is.” 

___

Billy made sure to steal the seat right next to Jess in their shared Pre Calc class, which was right in the front, being sure to get there before she did. “Hey there stranger,” him being right next to her caught her off guard, as he normally sat in the back, away from everyone else.

“What’re you doing here, Hargrove?” Jess began looking around the classroom to see if anyone was watching them. Much to her surprise, no one was. She sat down, trying to avoid his gaze. 

“Just thought I’d pay extra close attention today.” 

“Right…” As class began, Billy slowly stopped talking. Being sure to “take notes” throughout the lesson. He would occasionally glance at Jess, who was hardly paying attention to him. She was struggling to keep up, and as Mrs. Jennings erased the chalkboard, she sighed with annoyance, realizing she wasn’t able to record everything written previously. As the bell rang, Billy quickly packed his things, got up, and hovered over Jess, who was still looking over what she had written. “Looks like we found a subject Miss Logan isn’t an expert in.” This made her scoff as she quickly closed her notebook and finally left her desk. 

“Does that make you happy, Hargrove?” 

“I could help you out you know?” 

“You, help me, in math?” 

“Aye, try to pretend you don’t think I’m a idiot when talking to me, yeah?” 

Jess laughed at his annoyance, “Sorry, I just didn’t take you for someone who was good at math.” 

“Yeah, well I am, and try not to say it so loud next time,” Billy corrects as he quickly looks around. They reach the doorway to their English class, where Billy has Jess enter first, following closely behind her. They sat next to each other as they did last week, the only difference being their desks were separated this time, to ensure it was at least harder for anyone to cheat on this week’s reading quiz. Mr. Crowley passed out the quiz without much introduction, and once the bell rang, he simply called out, “Begin.” 

Mostly everyone did what they were told, scribbling on the sheet almost instantaneously. Jess was done much quicker than Billy was but held off on turning it in right away, making sure to not make him self-conscious about taking longer. She briefly glanced to see where he was, and when he was close to finishing, she got up and placed hers upside down on Mr. Crowley’s desk, Billy shortly following her. How’d you do? Jess mouthed to Billy, who just shrugged in response, though he was truly hoping he did well. 

“Once both you and your partner have turned in your quiz, you may silently start working together on reading book II. I’ll give further instructions once everyone has finished.” Everyone began moving their desks together, which caused Mr. Crowley to exclaim “Silently!” as a reminder that there were still others taking the quiz. Jess took out their shared copy while Billy kept the one Jess gave him in his bag. They flipped to the second book but didn’t begin reading, as they both knew they would need to read it “their way” later on. 

“You think you did okay?” 

“Better have, or you’re a pretty shit tutor.” 

“Alright class, now that all of you are done, We’ll go ahead and talk about the paper I want you to write for book II.” Groans start to develop throughout the class, which Mr. Crowley cuts off by holding up his hand. “There won’t be a quiz for this chapter, and it should be fairly simple. All I want you to do is explain where we have seen where the Gods have influenced the war so far and what effect it has had.”  He then looked around the room to see if there were any questions, and when none arose, he continued, “I will go ahead and grade these quizzes, keep reading till the bell rings.” 

As expected, the classroom erupted in conversation. Whether it be about the current chapter or not, not a single group was quietly reading. “That doesn’t seem too bad,” Jess started, “I had to do something similar last time so this shouldn’t be a big deal.” 

“Well, looks like you’ll be seeing a lot of me this week.” His signature grin made its appearance, as it usually did when they were in class, around other people. It seemed to annoy her less than it usually did. 

“You still up to tutor me in pre-calc, math whizz?” Jess then started to pull out her notes from the previous class, “Because this is all I got.” Billy studied her sad display of notes. 

“So are you normally this shit at math?” 

“No!” she felt slightly insulted, especially since he was insinuating that he was better than her at anything school related. “I’ve just been struggling with limits is all…” Billy then took out his notes, telling her to at least jot down what he had first. 

Mr. Crowley began passing back the quizzes in the middle of her note-taking. “That doesn’t look like the assigned reading, Ms. Logan,” he sighed as he set down both Billy’s and her quizzes face down on their desk.

“Sorry…” She began to close the notebooks when Billy flipped over his own quiz, eyes widening as he looked at his score. “What is it?” 

“You got me my first ‘A’ in this damn class.” He then flashed his quiz, a ‘90’ was circled in red at the top. “Let me see yours.” Without asking he takes hers and flips it over. “Figured,” was all he said when looking at the ‘100’ that marked the top of her quiz. 

“That 90 isn’t too bad, Hargrove. I’ll make you a straight-A student here soon.” 

“Is that including our math class?” This earned him a smack with his own notebook. The bell rang, and as Jess was getting ready to go to her after-school cheer practice, Billy stopped her. “Skip practice with me.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“They’d just make us run tomorrow,” Billy shrugged at his comment, making it seem like no big deal. 

“Yeah, and I HATE running.”

“More than you hate cheer?” 

“Yes, actually, and besides, you need the practice.” She flashed him a smug smile, making him roll his eyes before following her to the gym. Jess seemed to have no interest in walking beside him, making sure to walk further ahead. Unlucky for her, Billy’s longer legs had no issue keeping up. 

“Wait up princess.” Jess didn’t acknowledge him, attempting to scope out Steve in the crowd. “You really don’t want to get started on our little math session early?” 

This question made Jess stop in the middle of the hallway. “You want to help me with math outside of school? Why?” 

Billy cocked his head slightly, and eased out, “What are friends for?” 

She began to walk again, shaking her head in the process, “When did we become friends, Hargrove?” 

Once they arrived at Jess’s locker, Billy decided to speak up again, “What? You don’t wanna be friends?” 

“You want to be friends that bad? Fine.” She shut her locker. “For starters. Stop looking at me like… that… I don’t like it.” 

“Like what?” 

“That weird smile you do. Like you stare in the mirror all day trying to get it right.” She began to walk away from her locker, leaving Billy standing there to process the insult just handed to him. 

He cocked his right brow up, and with the remainder of the smile he had, quickly caught up with her. “And so what if I do?” 

She gave him a mock-sympathetic look. “Then that’s pretty sad.” 

“Well you seem to be the only one that has a problem with it.” He dropped his smile and stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking around at those that passed them, nodding at a few, and giving dirty looks to others. 

When they reached the gym, Steve was already on the court warming up. He looked over at them, and then just at Jess, and gave her a quizzical look. When she just shook her head in response, Steve rushed over to her as she headed to her locker room. “So he’s just gonna follow you around like a lost puppy now?” 

She stopped right at the door as to continue the conversation without interruption. “Well, we’re apparently friends now.”

“Yeah, right.” They both shook their heads, Steve laughing at his own comment. “So I guess we’re sharing the gym again today. Your coach is ‘out for the day’.” Steve mimicked back with air quotes. 

“Great. I didn’t need to come after all.” Steve gave Jess another questioning look, but ran back to the court when his own coach blew his whistle. She entered the locker to find her fellow cheerleaders taking their time getting ready, which didn’t surprise her in the slightest. Their coach was gone, and they were sharing the gym with the boys again? Yeah. Nothing was getting done today. The only one who seemed ready to go was Chrissy. 

“Jess!” She quickly grabbed her hand and walked to the corner of the locker room, passing Jane and Katie in the process, who took the time to look at Jess more intently than they usually did. Once they reached where Chrissy was taking them, she started, “What’s going on with you and Hargrove?!” Her eyes were filled with curiosity, excitement, and a little bit of worry. 

“WHAT?” This came out a lot louder than Jess anticipated, which caused her to turn around and see everyone in the locker room looking at her and quickly look away when they realized they were caught staring. 

“Everyone saw you two in the parking lot this morning. And Jane even said you went over to his place while she was there. She kept saying something about sloppy seconds, but I think she’s just jealous.” This comment made Jess roll her eyes and smile incredulously, looking up at the ceiling as if asking it how to handle this new bit of information. 

“You can tell Jane she has nothing to worry about… in fact,” Jess suddenly began to walk toward Jane, “Don’t worry Jane, Billy’s all yours.” Jess didn’t stop walking, didn’t look back at Jane’s surprised, yet disgusted face, and didn’t stop when she heard Katie’s gasp, which quickly turned into whispering. She got to her own locker, got dressed, threw her hair in a quick ponytail, and rushed to the door, tugging at her skirt constantly in the process. 

When Jess exited the locker room into the gym, most of the girls were already out, including Katie and Jane, who quickly realized there was still no supervision, and were obnoxiously laughing, sitting on the bleachers, watching the boys run plays repeatedly. The rest were either stretching or slowly migrating back to the bleachers as well, determining there would be no point in their daily warmups.  Their head cheerleader, Alicia, was the last to leave the locker room, swinging the keys to Coach’s office around her finger, while the other hand was carrying a clipboard, which the rest of the girls quickly realized was a sign-in sheet. Alicia dropped the clipboard on the first row of bleacher seats and prompted the rest to sign in, “Let’s hurry up so we can start ladies!” Jane was the first one to the clipboard, signing it swiftly and handing it to Katie, waiting for her to be done so they could walk back to the locker room together, seemingly interested in ditching the rest of practice, which only made Alicia shake her head in annoyance, mumbling something about being “useless anyways” under her breath. A few others followed suit, signing where their names were and hurrying back to the lockers to gather the rest of their things and leave. There were only a handful of girls left, mostly freshmen, which made it difficult to focus on what Alicia had planned for the day. 

“Well, we were going to work on stunting,” Alicia started, looking down at the board left for her in annoyance, “but I guess… freshmen, sophomores, work on landing drills, and the rest of you, help them, I guess. I’ll be right back.” She began swinging the lanyard back and forth as she reentered the locker room, no doubt to go back into the coach’s office and leave a disappointing note for her to find when she came back, most likely resulting in the whole team running an extra mile on Wednesday, making Jess regret not just leaving with the rest of them to make it worth the trouble. The thought of ditching made her look out at the court, to the person who suggested it in the first place, who was already staring back at her as he hustled up and down the court running suicides. Realizing she was looking back at him, he looked away and started to run harder, making it back far before everyone else, then made his way over to Jess. 

“Enjoying the view there, Logan?” Steve and some others were up next, and she watched them run as well, attempting to make it seem as though it wasn’t him she was interested in watching. 

“Apparently, we could have left after all,” Jess stated in a flat, monotoned voice, obviously bored of advising the younger girls there. 

“Yeah, well, you should listen to me more often,” Billy continued to run in place, ticking his head to the side as he chuckled at her boredom. 

“Hargrove!” 

“Gotta motor,” he whispered as he made his way back to his coach before he made him even more frustrated. Jess turned back to watch the girls she was apparently in charge of, where she found Chrissy giving her a “what was that” expression, her eyebrows much higher than they usually were, making Jess mouth “NO” in response. 

Chrissy slowly made her way to Jess, making it a point to just look over at the girls’ attempt to land straight, and when she reached her, she brushed her shoulder and whispered, “He doesn’t look like he’s ‘all Jane’s’.” 

“Shut up, Chris.” 

___

“Practice” seemed to go surprisingly fast for Jess, considering there wasn’t much for her to do. She hurried to her locker to quickly grab her things at first but realized there was no rush, as she would have to wait for Steve, or possibly Billy, to be ready anyways, so she waited for Chrissy to be ready before walking out of the locker room, not wanting to be awkwardly waiting in the gym by herself. “Do you need a ride?” Chrissy asked as they were leaving. 

“Oh, no, Steve is probably taking me home. Jason giving you a ride?”

Chrissy only nodded to her question and seemed to want to focus on Jess’s ride instead. “What do you mean by probably?” But before Jess could respond, Billy came out, still shirtless and sweaty, a regular look for him apparently. The only difference from his earlier look was what he held in his hand. 

“Here. Same rules alright?” And he hurried back to most likely shower. Jess looked down at Billy’s set of keys and back up at Chrissy, who was giving her the same look as earlier, but this time a smile also accompanied her raised eyebrows. 

“I’ll let Steve know,” Is all she said in response to what she just witnessed. 

“You’ll be okay here by yourself?” 

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure Jace is almost done.”

Jess started walking out of the gym, bouncing his keys in her hands. They felt foreign in her hands. She’s never had car keys before, only ever a house key. They were heavy, and they slightly smelled like him. She began to twirl the key chain on her finger, just as Alicia did earlier with Coach’s keys. She was unaware of how slow she was walking until she heard someone come up behind her. 

“Hold up there, Brainiac.” She recognized Steve’s voice without turning around and sensed the sarcasm dripping from the nickname. 

“What?” She shot out defensively and looked over at him, continuing to rub the keys between her fingers. 

“You know they’re saying you guys are a thing now?” He eyed the keys knowingly as he offered information she was already, unfortunately, aware of. 

“But you know better.” She replied smugly. 

“I would hope so,” He kept looking at the keys, “So I’m guessing I’m officially being unburdened of being your taxi?”

“Exciting day for you, huh?” 

He looked a little hurt by being replaced, especially by none other than Hargrove, but Jess tried to make him feel better by reinforcing how close his house was, how the drive really “wasn’t that bad”, and how Hargrove will be a thing in the past once this project was over.  “Yeah, well, whenever you decide to reinstate me, loser, I’ll gladly waste some gas for you.” He shoved her arm before walking passed her, then when he made it further into the parking lot, he turned around and shouted, “I expect you back after this stupid English project.” He saluted her goodbye as he turned to his car and got in. 

Jess left for the opposite side of the lot, where she remembered where Billy’s Camaro was parked earlier this morning. As she walked up, a last-minute decision caused her to enter the driver’s side instead of her usual seat. She turned the key, not too long as Billy requested, but that’s where the rule-following ended, as she began stroking the steering wheel, and when she realized she could hardly see over it, she attempted to find the seat adjusters when she suddenly heard a striking knock on the window. 

“Logan!” 

Jess jumped at Billy’s accusatory tone. She clutched her chest, still startled, but then rolled the window down. “What?” 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He was now leaning against his door, forehead resting on his left forearm, his right hand already on the door handle. When she didn’t answer he opened the door and ordered, “Out.” She sluggishly did as she was told, slightly disappointed her time in the driver’s seat was cut short. Billy didn’t wait for her to completely clear the door before he squeezed behind her and took his rightful place behind the wheel, frantically looking around the dash to ensure she didn’t manage to fuck with anything else. Once she began to walk around the front of the car, he then closed his door and reached over to open hers, bumping her leg with it in the process. 

Jess rolled her eyes at the failed gesture and got in. “I didn’t touch anything else,” she defended, refusing to make eye contact. 

Billy didn’t argue with her. Instead, he slightly adjusted his rearview mirror and told her to get his Ray-Bans from the glove compartment. “Pick a tape while you’re at it.” 

Billy then took his car out of park and began to leave their current spot. “What about Max?” 

“Normally doesn’t wait up for me when I have practice.” As Jess continued rummaging through his compartment, which was mostly full of mixed tapes, with the occasional cigarette box, and another box that Jess pulled out. 

“Ha. That’s kinda funny.”

“What is?” Billy seemed to be focused on the road as he would only occasionally glance over to see what was taking her so long to put some music on. 

“Just that we’re reading about the Trojan War and you happen to have a box of Trojans with you.” 

“Jesus, Jess, put those back. You’re supposed to be finding some music for fuck sake.” He glanced over again and swatted the box out of her hands, which only made her giggle. 

“Oh, come on Billy, what did you say the other day? Don’t be sucha prude.” 

“Ha Ha very funny.” Before Jess got a chance to tease him further, Billy spotted an empty parking lot, and screeched into it as he looked over at Jess and asked, “So why don’t you drive?” Without waiting for a response, he went to the very end of the lot and spun his car around, so that the front was facing the rest of the vacant spots. He then put his Camaro in neutral and shut his engine off abruptly and turned to look at Jess, waiting for her answer. 

“Because I don’t have my license yet, duh.”

“Cuz you don’t know how to drive.”

“And how would you know that? What if I di-“

“By the way you were sitting in my seat earlier, genius.”

She hated it, but he was right, and she was embarrassed by it, and if it wasn’t for Steve, and now Billy, she would be one of the only upperclassmen riding the bus to their high school, or even worse, having her mother drop her off. The look on her face told him all he needed to know, so he looked out at the lot once more, and took one final, deep breath, before deciding to open the door and exit the driver’s seat. He walked around the front, to Jess’s door, and opened it. “You get five minutes.” 

Nothing could have prepared Billy for the smile he received from her. The way her eyes lit up, misted with surprise which quickly turned into excitement, the way she hitched her breath before barely allowing the question, “Really?” to escape, a question Billy would have missed if she didn’t have his undivided attention as it was even softer than a whisper, the way her shoulders slightly lifted with the corners of her mouth, as if her whole body was being lifted with joy.  

He only remembers feeling like this in California, in the ocean, but not every time he's been in it. No. He only remembers feeling like this after the first time he was allowed to go into the ocean by himself, with only him and his board, his mother far off in the sand watching him. It made his stomach rise. It made him feel lighter, but uncomfortable at the same time. It made him feel fearful for what would happen next, as the ocean was never the same twice. But despite all of this, the ocean made him feel at home. 

Her smile reminded him of the ocean. And he hated it.  He hated it because just like the ocean is now, it was unobtainable. It was always for someone else. And all he could do was sit and look from a distance as he also did with the ocean, watching it from a small static screen in front of him, whether it be in commercials or shows, he was never really there. But now he is there. The ocean is sitting at arm’s length, in the passenger seat of his car. 

“Hurry the hell up before I change my mind, Logan.” He shifted his gaze passed her as he said this, unwilling to watch the effect of his coldness. Jess dropped her smile slightly and eagerly nodded before unbuckling herself, practically flying out of her seat. She squeezed passed Billy’s unmoving figure and ran around the front of the car and quickly hopped in the driver’s seat for the second time today. Billy waited for her to sit before he too reentered the car. “Put your foot on the clutch and start it.” Jess looked down to ensure her foot was on the right pedal before she pressed down. “You don’t have to do this if it’s in neutral, but you should probably get used to it if you’re gonna drive,” Billy continued explaining. Jess only nodded her head in response as she slowly turned the key as she has done a couple of times already. “Brake pedal.” He ordered. “Parking brake.” 

“So, How…” It was evident Billy already lost her, which worried him more than he was willing to admit. He had better luck teaching Max, considering how quickly she picked it up. Though looking back at it, he figured her quick learning was due to his lack of patience, something he already promised he would not demonstrate with Jess today. 

He sighed audibly and pulled his parking brake down, which released it. “There.” Jess continued to stare at him, wanting to know what came next. “Well? Make her move.” Jess swallowed hard, regretting moving to the driver’s seat as she was realizing that she would just be embarrassing herself. She knew she had to do something to get the car in first, but that was the extent of her knowledge. She looked down at the gear shift with numbers and the letter ‘R’ etched in white. She placed her hand over the nob, but kept it there, unmoving. She timidly looked over the dash, to the parking lot, back down at her hand, and shamefully back at Billy, now wanting to just be driven back home. “Have… have you ever done this?” Keeping the shameful look on her face, she just shook her head. Again, he sighed. “Alright, Logan. Here.” He reached toward the gear shifter, which caused Jess to move her hand out of the way, but instead of letting her, Billy reached for her hand and put it back on the top of the shifter, placing his hand over hers. 

He effortlessly moved from neutral to first and without letting his hand off hers he continued, “Okay, foot off the brake. Then you’re gonna slowly push the gas while also letting go of the clutch.” Jess did as she was told. As she let her foot off the brake, she felt the car slightly pull forward, which excited her, causing her to let go of the clutch too fast and press the gas at the same speed. This made the car lurch forward and Billy began panicking slightly. “SLOWLY.” He ordered as he tightened his grip on Jess’s hand. 

“Sorry.” She mumbled and let up a bit, still allowing the car to move forward at about 5 miles per hour. 

“Don’t kill us, Logan.” After about a minute at this speed, he began to loosen his grip again. “You can speed up to 10. But don’t go too fast around this turn.” He pointed with his right hand, still keeping his left over Jess’s hand. They began approaching the first corner of the lot, and when they looked a little too close for comfort, Billy raised his voice slightly, “Turn, Jess!” Slightly panicked, she jerked her hand out from under Billy’s to the wheel, both hands throwing the wheel to the right, jolting both her and Billy harder than intended. “JESUS!” Billy was now white-knuckling the grab handle. 

“Sorry!” She said again, now turning a shade of pink Billy had never seen on her before. 

“Straighten out.” Was all he said in response, not wanting to stress her out any further. She kept her speed, now aiming for the other corner of the parking lot, and as they got closer, Billy shifted uncomfortably, still holding the grab handle above him. This turn was much smoother than the last, but still too jerky for his liking. “You need to learn to ease into the turns, princess.” 

“Uhm, okay.” 

“Like this.” He carefully reached for the wheel as she kept hold of it herself, “Let your foot off the gas so you slow down.” As she did so he slightly turned the wheel, and when they were halfway into the turn, he looked over at her face, the look of concentration making him smile to himself. Looking back at the lot he continued, “Now slowly back on the gas.” When they completed the turn, he looked at her again, “Well would you look at that. Driving expert in the making.” 

They continued this way for the next 10 minutes or so, slowly turning around each corner, tracing the outskirts of the parking lot. “You ready to go into second?” Without asking, he grabbed for her right hand again and put it back on the gear shifter, placing his over after. 

“I don’t know, Billy. Maybe some other time.” 

“You’ll do fine, Logan. It’s not like you could do any worse than you did earlier.” 

“Thanks.” But before she could change her mind, a fully packed Pontiac pulled in on the other side of the lot, where the group began exiting the car with beer bottles, the teenagers laughing obnoxiously as they climbed the car.  

Billy stuck his head out the rolled-down window to look and harshly exhaled. He then brought himself back into the car. “Fucking losers.” Billy quickly showed Jess how to park his car before swiftly leaving the passenger side and into the driver's side so they could peel out of the parking lot. 

Billy began driving toward Cherry Lane but suddenly turned away from where they would normally go, causing Jess to look over at him in confusion. Billy looked over at her and teased, “What? You not hungry?” She, surprisingly, was not. Or at least wasn’t yet, but she thanked the lack of practice for that, considering she is normally starved at this time. What was the time? She looked down at her watch and realized how much time she lost track of. 

“It’s 5:30?!” 

“Yeah, why?” Billy was still heading toward Big Al’s, not noticing the concern on her face when she realized she was normally home much sooner than this, or at least would have let them know she would not be home by now. When she had yet to respond he looked back over to her, taking in her worried expression she tried hard to hide. Oh shit. He knew that look too well. Would her parents be angry at her, would her dad be? Was her dad… 

He didn’t let himself finish his thought. He jerked the car in the opposite direction, back toward their shared street. “Okay hold on.” Was all he said in response to her lack of. She nodded, smiling at him as a quick “thank you”. When they reached her driveway, Billy got out of the car as quickly as Jess did. 

“You can stay in the car, you know,” Jess said quizzically while she unlocked the door. “I’m just letting them know I’ll be staying out a little later tonight, don’t want them to be all worried.” Her worried expression was long gone, and she seemed more confident now that they were back here. This made no sense to Billy. Weren’t her parents upset with her for being out so late? Not a chance I’m letting her walk in herself. 

“Nah, been in the car too long anyways.” And with that, he decided to be the one to enter the house first, slightly moving Jess out of the way with his right arm. He looked around, quickly finding Jess’s father and quickly clenching his jaw in response. This caused Mr. Logan to cock his head to the side. 

“Hello…” Stan began, wondering why a random teenager was now entering his home, unannounced. Jess squeezed through the opening to her home, which was still being blocked by Billy, which Stan took notice of, as he sighed in relief from seeing her home. “There you are, was wondering when you’d decide to show up.” Billy has heard this line many times, but it was never said with the smile Mr. Logan was giving Jess now. It was always said with malice, annoyance, but never kindness. This made him finally unclench his jaw, and as Billy was about to take the blame for her absence, Jess spoke up first. 

“He let me drive!” 

Stan began to chuckle, “Oh yeah, how’d she do? She’s too afraid to even touch my truck…” 

“It’s too tall! I can’t even see anything, you remember what happened last time!” 

“Yeah, well, you need a license.” 

The friendly banter between the two made Billy’s eyes dart between the two, careful to not move his head too much for them to notice. So, no one was mad at her. But that didn’t answer the fact that she was still visibly worried, with the same worry he has felt too many times. He kept close eye on them until Jess changed the subject from her terrible driving. “We’re gonna be out a little later, if that’s cool, we’ll be back soonish.” 

“Yeah, that’s cool.” He responded, mocking her tone. 

“Why do you have to be so weird?” He only laughed at this, waving them out as she rolled her eyes, tapping Billy as she headed back to the front door. 

“Love you, Kid.” 

“Love you toooo.” She quickly shut the door and ran back toward the Camero. “Can I drive us to Big Al’s?”

“Fuck no.” 

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One more thing I really love about this scene is how close Phayu and Rain are together. Their entire fronts are pressed together the whole time and even when Phayu pulls back to move downward it still looks like he's maximizing contact with Rain's legs. Rain also refuses to let go of Phayu's neck. And when they actually come together, their arms are completely around each other and you can see them coming undone. It's beautiful to watch.

Speaking of necks, Rain tosses his side-to-side at least 10 times throughout this sequence. If I was a writer I'd say the slope of his neck is elegant. We get it bff, you're having A Good Time (and we're happy for you!)

And then we come face-to-face with a condom. Rain does look a bit apprehensive here, but I think Phayu's body language goes a long way to reassure him that he'll be taken care of. Again with the skin contact - as soon as Phayu grabs the condom, he immediately drops down to blanket Rain with his body once more. We don't get to see it but I'm sure Phayu spent time making sure Rain was completely relaxed before he entered.

Everyone ready for lip-bite 2? I feel like Phayu's voice dropped even lower when he realized Rain's never had use for a condom before, and that he'd be the first. He somehow looks even more intense than before.

This is just so beautiful

I love that we can see Phayu coming apart as much as Rain - these are not controlled motions at all. It's hard to capture via screenshot but it looks to me like Phayu is desperate to hold onto every part of Rain he can reach. Rain understandably looks positively overwhelmed, but he's still pushing into Phayu's ministrations.

When they get close to the end, Phayu is also so overwhelmed by pleasure that he has to stop kissing Rain. He still looks down though, to make sure Rain is still enjoying himself. What a good hubby!

They are breathing so hard rn

But my favorite part has to be what comes after. Instead of pulling away, Phayu continues to hold Rain close and place little kisses along Rain's neck and chin. It's a good way to bring Rain back into himself after such an intense experience (it also looks like Rain is trembling just a little bit). Phayu then slides a hand under Rain's neck to ground him even more and encourage eye contact (another sweet gesture).

Phayu's face right here is so tender, so in love, and it has to be my favorite look on him. The way that Rain strokes his face and they make eye contact as Rain tells Phayu that he belongs to him now is precious. I feel lucky that I got to see a love like theirs come to fruition before me.

The only thing I wish is that they extended this scene a little further. It felt like they cut to the end credits too soon and it was a little jarring after we just witnessed a soft, calm-after-the-storm moment. It's a bit like how Phayu was breathing on Rain's neck in episode two and Rain got yanked out of that headspace all of a sudden. In fact, I'm pretty sure collapsed-by-the-bathroom-sink-Rain is live footage of all of us after that episode.

And of course here is our post credits scene! Just another bit of sweetness to tide us over until the next episode. I wonder if Rain comes over for sleepovers often?

Rain is apparently a king of unintentional seduction

And then we end the extra scene with the sweetest "Do your best, I'm waiting for you." P' Phayu I am SWOONING

I hope everyone made it to the end intact! See you for the next episode <3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

#love in the air #lita the series #lita rewatch thoughts #bossnoeul #phayurain

[waitmyturtles]

Turtles Catches Up With Old GMMTV: The Bad Buddy Rewatch Edition, Part 1 -- Where BBS Came From, What It References, and More

[What’s going on here? After joining Tumblr and discovering Thai BLs through KinnPorsche in 2022, I began watching GMMTV’s new offerings -- and realized that I had a lot of history to catch up on, to appreciate the more recent works that I was delving into. From tropes to BL frameworks, what we’re watching now hails from somewhere, and I’m learning about Thai BL's history through what I’m calling the Old GMMTV Challenge (OGMMTVC). Starting with recommendations from @absolutebl on their post regarding how GMMTV is correcting for its mistakes with its shows today, I’ve made an expansive list to get me through a condensed history of essential/classic/significant Thai BLs produced by GMMTV and many other BL studios. My watchlist, pasted below, lists what I’ve watched and what’s upcoming, along with the reviews I’ve written so far. Today, I kick off the first of four (or more, whoa!) posts on Bad Buddy. I'll look today at Thai BLs that preceded Bad Buddy that BBS spoke to, the tropes and themes that BBS reshapes and adds to the genre's existence, and I'll also take a look at singular commonalities among Aof Noppharnach's shows.]

Links to the BBS OGMMTVC Meta Series are here: part 1, part 2, part 3a, part 3b, and part 4

Since April of this year, I have been watching drama after drama, BL after BL, to get myself familiar enough with the Thai BL genre in order to understand... at least, much more about Bad Buddy than I previously understood when I first watched BBS in January. Today, I'm going to test my mettle, my newfound exposures to the genre, in taking a look at what made BBS so special by way of what came before it.

(Let me quickly note that in no way, shape, or form do I consider myself an expert in the Thai BL genre. That honor is for the people who've been through the trenches for years, people like my dear friends @bengiyo, @so-much-yet-to-learn, and more.)

As usual with my OGMMTVC analyses, here's a little outline for the lovers:

1 ) Some quick additional thoughts on how BBS reshapes Thai BL tropes, building off of meta from the time of BBS's original airing,

2) How I think earlier shows spoke to BBS by way of influence, as well as shared writing and/or directing teams in some instances, and

3) Similarities in the emotional structures of some of the most important protagonists of major GMMTV BLs, including Third, Sarawat, Phupha, and Pran.

Just as a quick reminder from my preamble post a couple of days ago, one of the inspirations for my creating the Old GMMTV Challenge was from a discussion I had with @miscellar regarding the Thai BL tropes that Bad Buddy referenced and reshaped. This post is what I have permanently linked as a means of partly explaining the context of why I created the OGMMTVC, but I also want to direct your attention to this other post by @miscellar regarding from whence BL tropes often stem from -- namely, conventions of reference from the het romance genre.

I want to posit two points to get this started. I think that, fundamentally, the general fandom loves what BBS did by way of both including and reshaping Thai BL tropes. Tropes do indeed give structure to many Thai BLs very often, as @miscellar notes in their second linked post. Even director Aof Noppharnach and the cast of Bad Buddy note this point as a central structural foundation to their show.

I would also posit that us as a fandom (or, at least, just speaking for myself)... happen to love many (but not all) of the tropes themselves, or at least to some extent, particularly by way of nostalgic reference. When I was really getting underway with the OGMMTVC watchlist earlier this spring, I could see in watching, say, Love Sick or SOTUS, the birth of the tropes. Phun and Noh hosing each other down, Kongpob and Arthit not only being engineers in SOTUS, but seeking out careers in the field in SOTUS S. The hubby/wifey language, the strong seme/uke energy in Make It Right, in Together With Me, and so on.

I felt that the Thai BL trope framework, in the course of my watchlist progress, first truly coalesced as a means of a coded and referential artistic infrastructure in Love By Chance. Love By Chance, based on a novel by MAME and written and directed by the longtime BL creator, New Siwaj, had it all. Engineering students in a university setting, rich boy/poor boy, seme/uke/top/bottom dynamics, queer revelations, beach trips, the guitars and the singing, all of it. Back in June, I called LBC the first derivative structured BL -- clearly a BL that came from those that preceded it.

To @miscellar's points in their second linked post: LBC also had, I feel, quite a lot of problematic elements. Before I watched TharnType, I was already calling out a discomfort I felt about homophobia within MAME's material in LBC. I also noted very strong macro cishet romance elements in the way Ae approached his engagements with Pete, romantic and intimate.

We know now that Bad Buddy just grabbed these tropes, and even some of these problematic elements, like the demand for a clearly binary seme/uke dynamic -- and turned them on their heads. Pat and Pran were equals and partners, full-stop. No seme/uke, no top/bottom, no gay for you, no wifey this and hubby that. Bad Buddy took SOTUS and LBC by their shoulders and said -- not today, not on my watch (and BBS AND A Tale of Thousand Stars did it AGAIN in Our Skyy 2!). Especially in closing out Bad Buddy through Our Skyy 2, I love how very specific Pat and Pran were about their verse relationship, with both guys, throughout the series and in OS2, asking each other for each other's ratings of their nightly performances. Yes, it was hilarious and cute and flirty, but those conversations were also very pointed -- and they very much harkened way, way back to themes that Aof and his colleague, Jojo Tichakorn, had explored as screenwriter and director of Gay OK Bangkok (here and here), and in Jojo's The Warp Effect, all of these shows preceding their work in BLs.

I think the turning-on-the-heads of these tropes, within an otherwise classic Thai BL, created an utterly unique fabric by which a new kind of nostalgia for the particular show that is Bad Buddy could be created -- something that almost cannot be RECREATED by the way of the construction of the universe of equality, love, mutual respect, and miraculous communication that Pat and Pran had established between each other. The equitable dynamic in Bad Buddy between Pat and Pran, of the honesty and incredibly open empathic communication that these two had between each other, seems to me to be truly unique -- ESPECIALLY in the face of the massively biased and dysfunctional communicative styles of their parents.

Moreover, now that I'm at this point of the OGMMTVC list -- AND including what I know about his shows post-Bad Buddy, in Moonlight Chicken, Our Skyy 2, and Last Twilight, which is airing now -- we now know that Aof has created HIS OWN SET OF TROPES THROUGH HIS SHOWS. He is the queer filmmaker in Thai BLs par excellence to create a conversation among his shows, and shows made by his colleagues, that speak to each other by way of symbolism, and, I believe, a harkening back both to previous expectations of older queer media AND to older Asian media, particularly by way of either open-ended and/or melancholic endings, as well as general explorations of melancholy and bittersweetness in his shows on behalf of queer characters.

(Before I give some specific examples of Aof's own trope structures by way of inspiration and influence, I do want to note that the aforementioned New Siwaj does this, too, particularly by way of his making references to The Love of Siam in his shows. Love of Siam is known for having a relatively tragic ending between two young queer men. The movie itself is shown and referenced in New's Absolute Zero and My Only 12% -- and the actors who play Tong's parents, who interfere in Tong's relationship with Mew, are reunited as parents in New's Until We Meet Again, where they support Dean's relationship with Pharm. However, I tend to focus on Aof in admiration as his art is generally more consistently excellent.)

So! What are the new tropes that Aof references in his shows -- the new trope frameworks that he's created for himself, to reflect his own interpretation of the Thai BL genre? We have upside-down smiley faces in Bad Buddy -- but we saw them first in Still 2gether! We have picture boards all over the place in Aof's cinematic universes -- in ATOTS, in BBS (TWICE!) (in two different apartments!), in Moonlight Chicken between Alan and Wen. We have scenes of temples, of culturally-rooted spirituality, from He's Coming To Me, to Moonlight Chicken, and now in Last Twilight. From Phupha's internalized homophobia in A Tale of Thousand Stars, to Jim's internalized homophobia in Moonlight Chicken, Aof doesn't shy away from examining the impacts of the pasts of traditional childhoods in rural settings. Call me a cheesy mom, but I happen to love Aof's tendency to punctuate light moments with cute sound effects.

But beyond tropes and trope frameworks, I think the ways in which Bad Buddy speaks to prior shows -- and vice versa, the way that prior shows ended up contributing to Bad Buddy -- were far more impactful by way of larger, macro-level themes.

While we see on BBS the impact of shows like SOTUS (in SO MANY PLACES in BBS besides Pa's gay-for-you reference and the husband/wife reference, including here and here), I Told Sunset About You, and I Promised You The Moon (I'll have more on IPYTM in a post next week about pain, trust, and separation), we also see what themes the future Bad Buddy team was trying out in their own previous shows. Besides Aof's Still 2gether and A Tale of Thousand Stars, the writing team of Au Kornprom, Bee Pongsate, and Pratchaya Thavornthummarut worked on Theory of Love together. Besides becoming a HUGE fave of mine through the OGMMTVC project, I think Theory of Love held possibly some of the most important proto-BBS themes that I saw along the cinematic way to get to Bad Buddy.

Theory of Love, generally speaking, is about how one person can try to change for another person -- and how that other person, and/or the world, accepts that change.

To fast-forward to the end of BBS: we know that the boys take inspiration from Uncle Tong that they will not let the world of their own intergenerational traumas from their families keep them from loving each other, and being in a devoted relationship with each other. Their empathy for their parents dictates that they'll spare their families the pain of being open about their relationship, and they'll keep the somewhat transparent secret that they're together from being discussed in the open.

Pat and Pran negotiate the impacts of how their relationship may change the people around them -- and they make an empathic decision to spare the families the pain of the upfront realization of that truth. Remember what they say in episode 12:

While Bad Buddy focuses on how the team of Pran and Pat negotiate how their relationship will change others -- I see in Theory of Love the testing of this theme within the potential romantic relationship of Khai and Third. I see Au, Bee, and Pratchaya playing with an idea of change and saying, hey, this is how it can work, and this is how it may not work, realistically. I think Khai and Third end up being a successful couple because -- unlike Pran and Pat -- they don't have to negotiate a generational divide to allow change to infiltrate their lives. (In fact, Third's own process of change, and his acceptance of Khai's change, reflects Pran's journey to welcome Pat into his heart, and Wai's journey to accept Pat's and Pran's relationship.) I love how we see this getting played with, literally by the Bad Buddy squad themselves, in Theory of Love.

It was @lurkingshan who first noted the similarities between Third and Pran for me, and I want to expand on that conversation for a moment to talk about another importance fencepost in Aof's thematic universes -- what our dear friend @bengiyo calls The Knowing of queer male characters in BL dramas.

Third is not Aof's character -- Third belongs to X Nuttapong as the director of Theory of Love -- but Pran, Sarawat from 2gether/Still 2gether, and Phupha of A Tale of Thousand Stars all belong to Aof, and Third was written by Aof's usual squad of writer homies. Third, Sarawat, Phupha, and Pran are all characters written with The Knowing of their being queer in their bones and existences, dealing with a certain amount of suffering and realistic realizations related directly to that Knowing -- in large part, carrying with them painful assumptions of unrequited love, and/or the inability to live openly in love with those that they pine for, until a happy or somewhat-happy ending meets them at the end of their dramatic journeys.

I've unwound quite a bit in my past writing (namely regarding The Love of Siam and the endings of Gay OK Bangkok) of how it moves me incredibly deeply that Aof doesn't shy away from pain, reflections of pain, and either painful and/or open-ended endings in his works. With Third, Sarawat, Phupha, and Pran, us viewers were treated to detailed and empathic journeys of realization and change as these characters negotiated their own paths to intimate honesty with their eventual partners. But those paths were DAMN hard. Many of us still can't shake Pran walking away in crushed tears at the end of episode 5. I'm forever moved by Sarawat's meditation to Earn about the meaning of his relationship and of his love for Tine in Still 2gether as he and Tine are temporarily separated before their school competition.

As an out, queer man, Aof treats his Knowing characters with the greatest empathy. Not all of them, interestingly, are great communicators. In my humble opinion, Third treads chump territory many times throughout Theory of Love. Phupha's, like, one of the worst communicators ever, and this was absolutely solidified until the very end of Our Skyy 2 x ATOTS. We had to have Pran compete with Pat throughout all of episode 6 of Bad Buddy for them to finally confirm their relationship as boyfriends -- and a huge part of that was about Pat revealing to Pran that Pat's competitions with Pran are really more about getting closer and more intimate. The incredible @telomeke (via their side blog, @telomeke-bbs) has written about Pran's outside façade vs. his inner sanctuary, and how so very often in his external life, Pran feels compelled to be visually far more organized than he feels internally. The stress and pressure of that will naturally cause some amount of dissociation, emotional confusion, and distance of the kind we saw at the end of episode 5.

I'm going to unwind more about this in an upcoming Big Meta on pain, trust, and separation in many of Aof's shows, but I want to highlight these melancholic themes and infrastructures here now, because I really think they lend emotional depth and connections to shows either led by Aof and/or his close colleagues. These are tough themes to think about. The endings can absolutely be interpreted as happy endings in most cases -- even though an Asian viewer like myself, very much raised on Asian content, can read between the lines of these endings to understand their melancholic underpinnings.

Bad Buddy is perhaps the most popular of Aof's dramas, I'd posit, because while the ending of the series is a little sad to contemplate -- it ends, as it began, with utter equality between Pat and Pran as protagonists who deeply care about each other, to the point of establishing what I might term as a radical re-envisioning of the broken and traumatic paradigm that their parents forced upon each of them as children. By engaging, essentially, in radical empathy to each other, they triumphed over the global framework of what was set before them by their own private familial society.

I think this emphasizes the tremendous largesse of the personal changes that Aof's characters undergo in their emotional processes -- whether these characters are Knowing characters, or if, like Pat, they've experienced queer revelations within their shows. To hand to these characters these TREMENDOUS emotional journeys, and to situate these journeys in shows that treat these characters with the utmost respect, lends to Aof's shows -- especially Bad Buddy -- a safety net for us as viewers to trust fully in the journeys we're watching.

Aof takes tropes and problematic themes and reorganizes them, like a Rubix cube. He takes themes that Asians and queer family know of far too well, like intergenerational trauma or social outcasting, and shows how his characters can still find happiness, while realistically keeping these traumas within a character's horizon. And, he's created his own trustworthy frameworks of art that we can depend on as fans. I love and appreciate the patterns in this, and I continue to remain in awe at the power that Bad Buddy had in encapsulating so much of what was percolating in Aof's mind and fingertips as he constructed this show with the influence of others -- making this show a truly legendary one.

(Tagging @dribs-and-drabbles and @solitaryandwandering by request! If you'd like to be tagged, please let me know!)

[First BBS OGMMTVC meta down, and more to come! Stay tuned next week for a Big Meta on Pain, Trust, and Separation in Some Asian Dramas. The piece will hew close to Bad Buddy, but I've got some other GMMTV and non-GMMTV dramas (and even a Japanese dorama BL) in there to analyze as well.

Here's the complete OGMMTVC watchlist as it stands today. Tumblr's web editor is utterly jacking with this list; for a more accurate look at what I've watched, please mosey over to this link!

1) The Love of Siam (2007) (movie) (review here) 2) My Bromance (2014) (movie) (review here) 3) Love Sick and Love Sick 2 (2014 and 2015) (review here) 4) Gay OK Bangkok Season 1 (2016) (a non-BL queer series directed by Jojo Tichakorn and written by Aof Noppharnach) (review here) 5) Make It Right (2016) (review here) 6) SOTUS (2016-2017) (review here) 7) Gay OK Bangkok Season 2 (2017) (a non-BL queer series directed by Jojo Tichakorn and written by Aof Noppharnach) (review here) 8) Make It Right 2 (2017) (review here) 9) Together With Me (2017) (review here) 10) SOTUS S/Our Skyy x SOTUS (2017-2018) (review here) 11) Love By Chance (2018) (review here) 12) Kiss Me Again: PeteKao cuts (2018) (no review) 13) He’s Coming To Me (2019) (review here) 14) Dark Blue Kiss (2019) and Our Skyy x Kiss Me Again (2018) (review here) 15) TharnType (2019-2020) (review here) 16) Senior Secret Love: Puppy Honey (OffGun BL cuts) (2016 and 2017) (no review) 17) Theory of Love (2019) (review here) 18) 3 Will Be Free (2019) (a non-BL and an important harbinger of things to come in 2019 and beyond re: Jojo Tichakorn pushing queer content in non-BLs) (review here) 19) Dew the Movie (2019) (review here) 20) Until We Meet Again (2019-2020) (review here) (and notes on my UWMA rewatch here) 21) 2gether (2020) and Still 2gether (2020) (review here) 22) I Told Sunset About You (2020) (review here) 23) YYY (2020, out of chronological order) (review here) 24) Manner of Death (2020-2021) (not a true BL, but a MaxTul queer/gay romance set within a genre-based show that likely influenced Not Me and KinnPorsche) (review here) 25) A Tale of Thousand Stars (2021) (review here) 26) A Tale of Thousand Stars (2021) OGMMTVC Fastest Rewatch Known To Humankind For The Sake Of Rewatching Our Skyy 2 x BBS x ATOTS (re-review here) 27) Lovely Writer (2021) (review here) 28) Last Twilight in Phuket (2021) (the mini-special before IPYTM) (review here) 29) I Promised You the Moon (2021) (review here) 30) Not Me (2021-2022) (review here) 31) Bad Buddy (2021-2022) (thesis here) 32) 55:15 Never Too Late (2021-2022) (not a BL, but a GMMTV drama that features a macro BL storyline about shipper culture and the BL industry) (review here) 33) Bad Buddy (2021-2022) and Our Skyy 2 x BBS x ATOTS (2023) OGMMTVC Rewatch (The BBS OGMMTVC Meta Series is ongoing: preamble here, more reviews to come) 34) Secret Crush On You (2022) [watching for Cheewin’s trajectory of studying queer joy from Make It Right (high school), to SCOY (college), to Bed Friend (working adults)] (watching) 35) KinnPorsche (2022) (tag here) 36) KinnPorsche (2022) OGMMTVC Fastest Rewatch Known To Humankind For the Sake of Re-Analyzing the KP Cultural Zeitgeist 37) The Eclipse (2022) (tag here) 38) The Eclipse OGMMTVC Rewatch For the Sake of Re-Analyzing an Politics-Focused Show After Not Me 39) GAP (2022-2023) (Thailand’s first GL) 40) My School President (2022-2023) and Our Skyy 2 x My School President (2023) 41) Moonlight Chicken (2023) (tag here) 42) Bed Friend (2023) (tag here) (Cheewin’s latest show, depicting a queer joy journey among working adults) 43) Be My Favorite (2023) (tag here) (I’m including this for BMF’s sophisticated commentary on Krist’s career past as a BL icon) 44) Wedding Plan (2023) 45) Only Friends (2023) (tag here)]

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[leggerefiore]

submas and larry when a s/o mentions they feel neglected due to their work? 👀

probably done this before for ingo and emmet but what's wrong with doing it again lmao

cw: light angst and comfort

▲Ingo▼

● His schedule could vary and be all-consuming. Ingo could have to wake up in the middle of the night to head in for an early morning shift or, worse yet, be on a shift for well over twelve hours. His love for his job was unyielding, and it was a busy time in the station… But, the loneliness could really come up when you feel like you barely see your sweet man or catch him right before he heads off to bed, utterly exhausted from his shift.

● It, well, it made you feel almost ignored by Ingo. He certainly made sure to try to call you when he had time or at least greet you and remind you that he loved you when he was home, but there was rarely any quality time-shared between you both. Ingo was obvious trying his best, but you could not shake your heavy feelings of loneliness. Even hugging the plush him you had bought as a joke did not relieve the feelings.

● Finally, you broke when he popped in late at night after having left around eight. Heavy bags were under his eyes. You walked up to him and stared at him. Ingo tilted his head as he shrugged off his coat and took off his shoes. “… Ingo… I've been feeling…” you hesitated. He was so busy. It was selfish to demand his attention, was it not? He gazed at you sweetly, however. Despite the obvious tiredness, he nodded along. “I'm… I'm feeling like I never see you… I want my hubby back,” you felt embarrassed saying it out loud. Ingo stiffened at your words.

● Suddenly, he brought you into a tight hug as he took admittedly heavy breaths. His thoughts raced. Had he made you feel lonely? Oh, Ingo hated feeling lonely. He took a breath in. “Oh, dearest, I am terribly sorry,” he moved to look you in the eyes, his own watering, “I know my schedule has been consumed by work as of late… But, I promise I'll try to get time off to spend with you.” His hand softly rested over your own. You hugged him back.

● In the end, he did manage to get a day off and spent it at your side, making sure all your worries and bad feelings were wiped away. Ingo knows he has a bad habit of throwing his whole existence into work, so this was another wake-up call for him. Unfortunately, this will likely not be the last one needed for him.

▽Emmet△

○ A few Depot Agents had suddenly left around the same time and left some gaping holes in the twins' scheduling practises. This is what led to Emmet having long days and nights out of the blue until they could get new employees and have them properly trained. Emmet obviously had his frustrations about this, but still found himself throwing his whole self into work. He would come home exhausted and give you a quick hug before slugging off to bed to sleep away his tiredness from work. You felt lonely after becoming used to the cuddliness of Emmet.

○ Having got used to the long evening or nightly cuddles from Emmet and spending a lot of time just physically near each other. The twin tried to call you whenever he got a break at work or give you some small physical affection when he got home if you were still up. Emmet tried to care for you to the best of his abilities, but he was too far spread out to truly do anything. Even all his Joltiks he asked to keep you company failed to be sufficient when all you wanted was him.

○ You felt completely upset one evening and found yourself crying and talking to a Joltik. The door opening and Emmet walking in had not even registered to you as you lamented to the poor bug type like it could help you. “I just miss Emmy…” you whined, “I'm lonely… I feel like I'm the last thing on his mind… I just want to cuddle and listen to him talk about his battles again.” The twin stood shocked at your words. He felt mortified. You most certainly were not!

○ Emmet rushed into the living room to tackle you into a hug, eyes big and mouth in a rare frown. His mind surged with panic and terror. The twin hated being lonely and could not handle the idea that he had left you with such feelings. “Darling,” his voice was a desperate sound, “I love you verrrry much! You are always on my mind!” He stared deeply into your eyes as he desperately tried to keep his hands on you in some way. “I will take a day off,” he nodded to himself with his usual smile returning. “Yup! I will. I will have time with my darling.” You felt more at ease from his words.

○ It was not long that you woke up to your sleepy Emmet still unconscious next to you yet holding you in a tight embrace. True to his word, he gave all his time to you on the day off. There was no escaping his cuddling. Emmet feels bad about having made you feel like that, truly. He struggles with his work scheduling eating up his time sometimes and is usually better managed. He assures you, as soon as they get the employees trained, you will have your beloved Emmy all to yourself.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 While he might have said his boss was restricting his amount of overtime, it seemed that truly mattered little. He was constantly dragged between what office duties and his duties as a gym leader, and it was rare to catch a glimpse of the everyman during his waking hours at home. When he did pop in, he was downright exhausted and just needing time to unwind from the stress of endless paperwork and battles. It was difficult to bring up your feelings of loneliness to Larry, as you knew he had little control there.

🍙 Still, your feelings could only grow worse and worse as Larry's work hours continued to consume nearly all of his time, besides what he spent sleeping. He greeted you when he came in and usually gave a quick hug, but it was more than apparent he was about to crash after getting in his last meal of the day. You felt bad, but you missed your time spent lazing around with Larry. Even just chatting with him about his day was something you missed dearly. It was still difficult to bring up with him. He obviously didn't intend for you to feel that way.

🍙 Finally, you broke down when Larry came in around the middle of the night after you had stayed up waiting for him. He looked as tired as you, but you stood across from him as he slipped off his shoes. You felt your heart swell painfully. “… Are you going to be working like this tomorrow, too?” you asked. He nodded. Swallowing dryly, you turned away from him. “I feel like we never see each other any more… I feel like we're barely dating,” you managed to get out. Larry's briefcase hit the ground as he froze.

🍙 He felt stunned. While he never really gave much thought about working the long hours he did, it seemed he failed to consider your feelings. His mind rushed with his error. Softly, his hand grasped yours as he considered his next words. “… I'll see what I can do to get some time off,” he replied with his usual cadence, “I'm sorry that I have made you feel that way. I just… Forgot that I have more in my life now than just work.” He looked away from you in embarrassment. You felt strangely at ease despite his awkwardness. Bringing him in for a hug, you smiled at him sweetly.

🍙 It was amazing that he managed to get time off, truly. Geeta was stunned when Larry had requested it but agreed. Which meant you got your lazy day with Larry. It was just as relaxing as you expected, and he was surprisingly affectionate. Of course, Larry proceeded to ask for his schedule to be better modified for your needs, too. Which meant no more overtime. Again.

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[simphq]

Hi so im posting my storys from wattpad to here x wattpad: 3mily_xx

Taron Egerton Imagine! Pt1

Dating Taron does but doesn't feel like a relationship. Get what i mean? Anyway heres some bullet points on  what dating Taron would be like!

⚠️Im British so some words may be different for you⚠️

• Life as a actor means working non stop and having very little time to yourself,but when you and Taron have time to spend together  it usually involves a day in bed.Cuddling up with one and other and watching a film of your your choice,you would also get you and Tarons fav takeout!

•You would visit the sets that Taron is working on which means meeting new people and making a-lot of friends!

•You and Taron have similar friends like Richard madden,Jamie Bell,Sofie Cookson ect!

•You and Taron have alot of different nicknames for each other!

Tarons nicknames for you:

•Love

•darling,(y,n,n)

•baby

•angel

•sweetheart

•cariad~ welsh for love/lover

•precious

Your nicknames for Taron!

•bubs

•honey

•dear

•Love

•T

•boo

•Hubby~if/when ur married

•There is always music playing weather its some songs from 70's or 80's. Or David Bowie or Elton John or even The Beatles,Taron and you always sing along.And of course Dancing that may or maybe lead to a make out session.

•When Taron is alway filming your feel a little sad and alone,But Taron makes sure to call or text you when he can telling you c everything thats he has been doing and sending pictures of his costumes!(Some make you burst out laughing)😂

•Taron is a family man! He loves his mum,step dad and little sisters and They love him too! His sisters adore you and look up to you lot.When you and Taron visit you spend lots of time with them all, weather thats having walks along the beach on a warm summers day or playing Mario cart with them in the winter, or drawing one and other You all have so much fun and Taron adores to watch you laugh and play with his younger sisters. It Makes him want to start a family with you but he knows not is not the right time!

•Taron and you always make each-other laugh

•When his mum calls him she always asked how you are and wants to speak to you! She think of you as a daughter.

•Taron trys to teach you welsh even though you can't remember most of it! You can remember and pronounce some things for example

•Rwy'n dy garu di~I love you

•babi-baby

•cwtsh~cuddle/hugs

•Annwyl~dear/darling

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(Authors notes)

Hi hope you enjoyed what ever that was lol, I can do a part 2 if wanted just let me know in the comments! Requests are open and thank you for reading! :D

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[midwestmade29]

Little Moments 🩵

To Anonymous: Thank you for your request and for following along with my "Broken Promise" story! It means so much to me 🥺 I hope you enjoy what I came up with for your request 🖤 Original Anonymous Request: "Anyway we can get a continuation to “Broken Promises” maybe just moments of The Reader, Christian and the occasional Copeland Family in their married life?"

Disclaimers: None 🙂

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Word count: 1,697

This is the FINAL part to my Broken Promise story! There will be no more continuations or parts/chapters written for it. Any further requests I receive for this story will be deleted. I truly appreciate all the love and support my little angsty number has gotten. It makes me so happy to know that so many of you have enjoyed it 🥰

Read the original story that inspired this request here 🙂

The prequel to Broken Promise can be read here

"Rekindled" is a continuation of Broken Promise and you can read it here

I incorporated some references in this story from the previous ones 🥺 If you’ve followed along so far, see if you can spot them! 🖤

You and Christian have known each other your whole lives and now you’re married. Here’s a little glimpse into the little moments you share together…

“What time are we supposed to be there for dinner again?” Christian asked as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. You leaned your head against his chest, reveling in the embrace while putting the finishing touches on your makeup. 

“6 o’clock, I believe. We can’t forget to bring their souvenirs from the honeymoon with us. I can’t wait to see everyone, especially the girls! I’ve missed them since we’ve been gone,” you explained before turning around and kissing Christian. 

The two of you had just gotten back a few days prior from your tropical honeymoon after having the most beautiful wedding. Your skin was still sun kissed and both of you were still glowing with happiness. If there was a way to stop time and remain in the newlywed phase you’re currently in, you would definitely do it! 

You sat next to your nieces at the dinner table catching up on all the latest and greatest going on in their world. They told you stories about school, the new toys they had gotten, and they made you promise that you and Uncle Christian wouldn’t go on another honeymoon and leave for a long time again! Christian and Adam were lost in conversation about hockey and wrestling while you helped Beth clear the table. 

“Marriage looks good on you and Christian. I’m so happy for the both of you! Now, tell me all about the honeymoon! Feel free to leave out the more intimate details,” Beth complimented. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her last remark!

Christian was running late getting home after his workout at the gym. It wasn’t like him to be so far behind, and it certainly wasn’t doing anything for your nerves. You pulled out your phone and sent your husband a text:

Wifey: Hey, just checking in and making sure you’re okay. I miss you…


•••
Hubby: I miss you too baby! Had to make a quick stop on my way home. Be there in a few.

“What’s in the bag?” you asked curiously as Christian sat it down on the kitchen counter. He playfully swatted your hand away when you tried to open it and you gave him your best pouty face. “Don’t give me that look,” he begged. 

“I wanted to surprise you with a little treat. I know you just started your period, so I thought some ice cream would help,” 

Christian pulled your sundae from the bag first making your eyes light up when you saw what it was! You could blame the sudden tears that pricked your eyes from the hormones that were out of whack due to your period, but really you were so moved by Christian and his attention to detail. 

“You remembered my favorite toppings! I figured you blocked them out after you nearly threw up over my choices as a kid,” you teased. 

“How could I forget? It’s not every day someone orders gummy bears, sprinkles, cookie pieces and chocolate syrup on their ice cream. You’ve always been a weirdo, you know that?” Christian teased back. 

“Yeah, but I’ve always been your weirdo, and this ring on my finger says you’re stuck with this weirdo forever!”

“Seriously, how old are you guys now? I feel like we’re kids back at mom’s house again! How do I keep finding myself in the middle of your stupid little arguments?” you sighed as you stood in between your brother and Christian. “Stop being dummies or else this time I’ll kick both of you in the shins!” 

The 3 of you broke out in laughter when the memory of you as a young girl said the same thing to Adam and Christian when you were kids. The tension between your brother and husband quickly dissipated and they ended up apologizing to each other after they talked through their disagreement. 

“You’ve always been wise beyond your years, sis. Thanks for keeping us knuckleheads in check all these years. I’m pretty sure you saved our friendship more than once since we’ve known each other,” Adam’s sentimental moment was cut short when you lightly kicked him in the shin even though him and Christian had already made up.


“Ow! What was that for?!” he asked while rubbing his leg. “Sorry big bro, Christian is my husband now. He gets automatic immunity from my shin kicks.” You chuckled to yourself as you walked out of the room, leaving the two boys behind. 

“She’s the most beautiful little spitfire, isn’t she?” Christian said admirably as he smiled and followed you.

It took several months of planning, but the big family vacation you had been looking forward to for so long was finally here! There was 7 of you traveling between Adam, Beth and your nieces, your mom, and you and Christian. You had rented a beach house big enough to fit all of you, complete with a game room and a private pool. The sound of the waves crashing onto the sand could be heard from every balcony or open window, and you knew the views were going to be stunning no matter the time of day. Once everyone was settled into their rooms, the 7 of you headed to the beach for a little stroll before going to dinner. You and Christian walked hand in hand along the shoreline, Adam and Beth had stopped to take a couple pictures, and your mom and nieces were ahead of all of you digging through the sand for seashells. When you looked up at Christian, you could tell he was lost in thought.

“What are you thinking about baby? Everything okay?” you asked softly. Christian shook his head as if it would snap him back into the present moment, and what he spoke next made your heart melt, “Everything is great, wonderful actually. I was just thinking about how grateful I am to be here with everyone. I hate that it took so long for you and I to make our way back to each other, but I’m just so damn lucky that you gave me another chance.”

The week at the beach went by all too fast, but you made memories with your family that will stay with you forever. Every day was filled with endless laughter and so much love! From chasing seagulls and playing in the sand with your nieces, to having a date night with Christian, Adam, and Beth while your mom watched the girls, to taking family pictures with everyone at sunset on the beach, this was one vacation for the history books!

You and Christian just had your first fight as a married couple. Sure, you’ve had arguments and little spats over the years, but this one felt different. You weren’t kids anymore and couldn’t tell him to “stop being a dummy” like you used to. Now you had to talk and apologize to move past it. Both of you took some time to cool off so neither of you would say something you would regret later on. You chose the bedroom and stayed in there for about an hour while Christian went to his office. As you thought over the things you were fighting about, your need to be right dissolved and you began to see things a little more clearly. During your time in the bedroom, you went to your closet and started to look for an old storage box and smiled once you found it. Inside the box held old mementos from your childhood. Pictures, trinkets, old cards, and other keepsakes that you had collected and held on to from Christian. You pulled his old Sting wrestling figure from the box and read over the note that was still taped to his chest that Christian wrote to you after you broke your wrist as a kid,

To Y/N,

You better be more careful next time! I’m letting you borrow Sting, but I want him back the minute your wrist is healed.

-Christian

P.S.- I’m glad you’re okay. Can’t wait to sign your cast.

You couldn’t help but to chuckle at how authentically Christian his words were in the note. Brash with a hint of sweetness! An idea came to mind about how you can break the ice with him and apologize for your part of the argument.

“Come in,” Christian called out after you knocked on his office door. You didn’t step inside, you only held out your arm as you stood behind the door with the Sting wrestling figure in your hand. When Christian didn’t notice your arm, he told you to come in again as he spun around in his chair. “Oh, what’s that?” he asked. When you finally stepped into the room fully, you handed the wrestling figure to him so he could get a better look. “Wow, I didn’t know you still had this! Weren’t you supposed to give this back to me once your wrist healed? I think it’s been healed for a while now,” he teased with a smile on his face. “You even have the note still!”

“Yes, I do but this one is different. Open it up and read it,” you suggested. With an eyebrow raised, Christian pulled the note off Sting’s chest and read over the words you wrote to him,

To Christian,

I’m sorry for earlier. Here’s a peace offering, your Sting wrestling figure. I want him back after we kiss and make up though.

-Your wife,

Y/N

P.S.- I’m glad you’re my husband. I love you so much!

Christian sat the wrestling figure and note on his desk and opened his arms to you. His embrace was warm and comforting and everything you needed in that moment. He kissed the top of your head and murmured against your hair, “I’m sorry too, baby. Forgive me?” You nodded your head yes and he squeezed you tighter. “So um, now that we made up, how about that kiss?”

“Not so fast, sir! We still need to talk about it, but I’ll allow a kiss on one condition,”

“And what’s that?” Christian asked curiously.

You snaked your arms around Christian and picked up the wrestling figure, “Give me back Sting!”

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[xuchiya]

❇ just imagine yeosang putting up the christmas tree, he picks up garlands after garlands and then christmas lights and hanging few christmas balls until he picks up an extra box of christmas lights and decorations, his head light up with a witty idea. after a while, you heard the living room went silent, your brows furrowed, you drop the knife gently on the chopping board, wiping your hands clean on the apron wrapped around your waist whilst calling for your husband, "yeo? hubby? you okay?" you walk in the living room only to puffed in laughter, your husband who was in charge of putting up the christmas tree was wrapped from head to toe—in a T postion— in various colors of garlands along with christmas lights and few christmas balls hanging on his 10 fingers including in his two earlobes. you shake your head, a big smile on your face, "what are you doing hubby?" he smiles innocently, walking–waddling towards you, "merry christmas love!" he cheered, waving his fingers. it sent you to another fit of laughter, you started to remove the garlands and christmas ball but not the christmas lights, you chuckle squatting to grab the star for the christmas tree but place it on his head instead, the star wasn't heavy—a clip lightweight star. you press the button to make the star light up, moments later the star sing a instrumental christmas songs. you chuckle throwing your arms around his shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist, "what does my wife wish for christmas?" yeosang spoke in a santa clause voice, you chuckle pecking his cheeks, "is for my husband to finish setting up the christmas tree and not to laze around." yeosang laugh, still keeping in character, "oh ho ho, your husband must be strong to put up the christmas tree." you made a thinking face, deciding to prank him a little, "yeah he is but he is still lazy since i told him to put it up 3 days ago and then stealing cookies at midnight then wrapping hollow block as a present to wooyoung--" "okay that is enough lady." suddenly yeosang tickles your side making you yelp and burst in laughter. you manage to escape his hold and run away from him, also him chasing after you. both of you went around the living room to the kitchen and then around the table before returning back to the living room. you didn't notice the garlands that you remove from yeosang and trip over them. yeosang reacted slowly causing him to fall on top of you, both of crashing onto each other. you groan rubbing your forehead, "omo wifey i am sorry!" you chuckle, rolling your eyes at him, "yeah i need kiss to that." he giggles, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. he pulled away, his eyes strained at yours for a while before flicking above you and you have seen those sparkle eyes when he gets a new game or gets excited. you furrowed when he reaches something behind you and show it to you, the object made you burst into giggles, "hubby ... seriously?" it was a mistletoe. he nodded his head fervently, you could not resist your husband acting this way, i mean you married this man on top of you because of his personality, so caring and full of inner child that heals your inner child. you reach up to his collar, pulling him closer, "i'm waiting hubby." you wiggle your eyebrows playfully, he arches an eyebrow, with also a playful smirk, "as you wish wifey." he leaned down capturing your lips to his soft ones with a mistletoe above your head. ❇

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[jez-bez]

PhayuRain Valentine's Party!

Starting today, Feb 1st 2024, the 18+ PhayuRain discord server is hosting a month long Valentine's Party! ❤️ To celebrate the boys and Valentine's, the server has prepared lots of different activities, like creating an ad-lib together with your mutuals, taking a u-quiz to find out which date you'll be sending the boys onto, answering the daily Valentine's question and much more! 🌪️🌧️

The modteam has been hard at work (with the help of some members!) to make the month a special occasion!

Want to join the fun? Don't be shy and come join the server! We'd be happy to get to know you ❤️

For funsies, I've made funny little Valentine's cards that the boys would give to each other everyday until the 14th along with a little drabble! Curious to know what they look like? Here's a preview!

Valentines Day, the day of love, a day of joy. A day that is in two weeks. This year, they’ve planned something special for each other. Personalized cards everyday until the 14th.  Rain has his card ready, stuffed in his backpack hanging from his chair in class. He’ll give it to Phayu tonight, when he gets to the garage and they have dinner there. “Rain,” Sky hisses, bringing Rain back to the present, to the class he’s supposed to pay attention to. “Rain, focus.” Right. Class first, Phayu second. He’ll have plenty of time to fantasize about Phayu later. His big, strong, capable hubby, his– Sky flicks his ear. “I won’t give you my notes if you don’t start paying attention now.” Rain straightens himself, sitting up and running his hands through his hair. Right, focus. Focus. He can’t wait to give Phayu his card tonight.

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[sweetlittledaisy7]

Happy New Year! I can't believe I've been on here since high school! Thank you for supporting me. I moved into my first apartment, will enroll in my master's degree program, and got engaged on New Years Day to the man of my dreams. I was completely shocked and smitten. I was totally caught off guard by this. I found forever love, and it feels so good. I can't wait to be his wife.

Being adopted, relationships never came easy for me. My family are really strict Christian conservatives. I grew up in church and went to Christian school since forever. I was forced to be used as a tool against abortion and support adoption. I was out there protesting at prolife events as a kid and didn't understand any of it. I was used for Orphan Sunday. None of my feelings mattered at all. I went through depression, self injury, anxiety, suicidal thoughts as a teen. I felt alone. Add on the whole no sex before marriage purity ring really fucks you up as an adoptee. I was born to an unwed birth mom, and she was used as an example about what can happen if you have premarital sex. I was reminded over and over again how I had to be adopted because of sin even if they didn't directly tell me this. That's what I internalized.

I was also pretty sheltered. Grew up in the same town my parents grew up in. Everyone knows each other and knows my story. It felt awful that I couldn't control my own story. During high school, it was common to see 18 - and 19 year olds get married. Heck, I'm seen as old getting married now. I never had a bf in high school. There was always this fear and assumption that I could end up like my birth mom. Even now, there are fears I'd end up like her. That's why when I met my fiancé in college, it was awkward. I didn't know how to trust or interact. I realized that being away from home, I got out of my bubble. I started questioning things. It was a relief I could control my own narrative. Yes, I went to Christian college, but coming out, I felt differently. I know people will make fun of me, but I didn't expect the first guy I met to actually be the one. Didn't know how to date or kiss. I was so scared of connection and being vulnerable. I always hid my feelings. My fiancé is truly the best thing that has ever happened to me. He understands me. He supports me. He loves me. I only experienced 1/3 before with my adoptive family. The first time I told him I was adopted, he didn't flinch or tell me to be grateful. He just held me as I cried. I truly found my forever partner, and I never thought I would. This was the first time I felt accepted and connected for being me. Not the adoptee but just me.

I can't wait for this next chapter in my life and have a family of my own. For now, it's just me, two pups, some fish, a rabbit, and my future hubby. Don't expect babies yet because people are already asking us. It's rude to ask a couple when they're having babies. I will not get pregnant or have kids right after marriage. That's the norm in my town. My parents wanted babies right after but couldn't get pregnant. I want to enjoy life, travel, and my husband first. Even my parents are asking about kids. "God wants you to have babies." Annoying. Can a gal just have her pets and enjoy herself for some time? Shit, y'all promote purity but don't want couples to enjoy the life after purity? I'm talking to you churches and a few conservatives who promote this. Women aren't just baby makers or housewives. Now, let us be. I'm a Mrs who will enjoy life.

End rant.

Thanks for following along.

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