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luveline · 2 days ago
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Hii, Jade 🤍 please bring back singledad!spencer, reader and Amanda 🥹 they r so special
—Spencer experiences your first Spencer-brought-upon baby fever, to his shock. fem, 2k 
(cw: reader is written as enthusiastically wanting kids) 
Spencer’s been reading to Amanda since the moment she could open her eyes. By two months she was cooing in delight whenever he spoke, and that included during story time. He didn’t mind that she didn’t understand, he just loved being with her. He still does. 
So when Amy interrupts your conversation to beg for him to read her something, he gives you an apologetic look, asking, “Do you mind?” 
“Of course I don’t mind.” You wouldn’t, you’re like an angel, leaning back on the couch with little urgency as Amy climbs into Spencer’s lap.
“Thank you. Sorry for interrupting,” Amy says. 
“Gosh, you’re so smart,” Spencer says, tucking a curl of her hair behind her ear. “Interrupting, that’s a big word.” 
“Go ahead,” you say, getting comfortable in front of one of Spencer’s woven cushions. “I’ll listen too, if that’s okay.” 
Spencer opens the storybook to the first page. Amy likes this one. The corners of the pages are soft with use. “Cerys’ Brave Day,” he begins, grinning as Avery pushes herself up his chest to look down at the illustrations. “Cerys wakes up without mommy. Cerys makes her own way out of bed. There is no mommy to wipe her face or brush her hair. My mommy, she thinks, is not there.” 
Amy smiles into Spencer’s cheek. He wraps an arm around her, as if to say, I know, angel, it’s exciting. “Her mommy must be having a slow day. She doesn’t appear to give Cerys any help. And Cerys says–”
“No way!” Amy finishes, pointing at the drawing of a bathroom sink and toothbrush. “I don’t want to brush my teeth by myself!” 
It goes on like that for some time. Spencer notices you getting closer as he goes on, your arm pressing to his side. 
Cerys finds that her mommy is having a slow day. Cerys’ mommy is just as loving as the other mom’s, but sometimes she takes longer to help Cerys brush her hair, and get dressed. Cerys has to be a brave, smart girl, and help her mommy with the small things. Spencer enjoys it, and thought it was a great expression of empathy for Amy to one day understand.
“Later, when mommy feels better, she says I’m sorry for being so slow. Mommy didn’t mean to forget her, she just struggles to get up and go. 
“Cerys doesn't want her to be sorry. She loves helping her mommy out. Because mommy loves Cerys, and Cerys loves mommy, and that’s never been in any doubt.” 
Amy turns her face to Spencer with a huge smile, somehow bigger than when it started. “I love that story,” she says. 
Spencer lets the storybook fall closed in her lap. “It’s a good one, huh?” 
“What do you think, Y/N?” Amy asks. 
You’re delighted by Amy in a way Spencer’s used to seeing in the mirror. “I loved it. Daddy’s a good storyteller, and you’re such a good assistant. You know lots of the big words.” 
She preens. “Thanks.” 
You can’t resist her, pushing against the top of her head with a nice palm. “You’re welcome.” 
“Can we have another one?” she asks. 
Spencer checks the time on his watch. Amy realised it was bedtime before he did, it seems. “Come on, lovely girl. Let’s start getting ready for bed, and you can have any story you want.” 
He’s obviously not expecting you to leave, but at the same time, things are new enough between you that when he asks if you want to sleepover, your grinning “Yes, please,” throws him for a loop. 
You have spare clothes and toiletries in the bedroom. You ask to take a quick shower and get all smiley and shy when he says you never have to ask. 
“So dad,” Amy says. 
“So Amy,” he says, pulling down the blankets on her bed. She has five layers because suddenly November is cold. He wonders if she needs a sixth. 
“I can’t sleep in the big bed tonight.” 
“Well, that depends on how badly you want to.”
“Really?” 
“You’ve known Y/N for a long time, right? She’s been my friend for a long time, before she was my partner. I think she’d be okay with having you sleep in the big bed again if you need to. It was your place before it was her place, and she knows that.” 
“Well…” 
He grabs her under the arms and places her in bed. She could use her stepping stool, but he likes picking her up and putting her down. It makes him feel super paternal. “Just think about it, angel. If you change your mind, you can just come and knock the door. 
“Promise?” 
“Honey.” He kisses her forehead twice, before pulling the blankets up over her, and turning on her mushroom night light. “How’s that? Okay, I promise you can still come knock my door. Cross my heart.” 
“Can you stay for a little?” she asks. 
Spencer sits on her bed by her legs. They feel weirdly small under his hand despite the padding he’s given her. “Babe, are you sure you’re warm enough? This does not feel like enough blankets.” 
“It’s loads. Give me a hug.” 
Spencer lays down in her bed, almost falls off, and covers her with his arm. Their curls tangle together on the pillowcase. 
“Like this?” he asks. 
“Exactly.” 
“Amy, you’re using such big words, you’re so smart.” He’s gonna take her for an assessment at some point. He doesn’t care if she’s super intelligent or not, but lately it’s like she’s so much older than she is. A few days ago she said the word discombobulated. “My smarty-pants.” 
“I like big words,” she says. 
“I love you.” 
“I love you, too.” 
“Remember what Amanda means?” he asks. 
Amy giggles as he shakes her by the tummy. “She who must be loved.” 
“Exactly. Loved by everyone, deserving of love. Always, from the second you were born!” He leans down to kiss her cheek, meeting her eyes as he pulls back. “Okay?” 
She certainly feels loved, he’d wager. He loves her so much it’s like an extra part of his soul in another person. “Story?” she asks. 
“Yes, I did say we’d have one, didn’t I?” He’d almost forgotten. Spencer grabs a couple of her soft backs from the book stand and lets her choose. 
After he’s read a few books and given her a couple of cuddles, Amy begins to list. She presses her nose to his shoulder and mumbles something he doesn’t hear. 
“What did you say, sweetpea?” he mumbles. 
“Just goo’night.” 
“Goodnight. I’ll tuck you in, okay?” 
“Spence?” 
He’d almost forgot you were here. You’re standing in the doorway, arms still damp, pyjama pants stuck to your calves. “Where’s the fire?” he asks. 
“What?” 
“In a rush?” 
“Oh, I just wanted to hear story time. Did I miss it?” 
Spencer kisses Amy again. “I think so. I’m just saying goodnight.” 
You lean against the door. “Goodnight, then, lovely girl.” 
Spencer forces himself up to tuck her in. “Goodnight,” he says again, stroking the hair from her eyes, though they’re closed already. She doesn’t manage to say goodnight back, just touches his arm before he goes. 
You take his hand when he’s close enough. He follows, pressing his face to your shoulder from behind. 
“I like watching you be a dad.” 
“Yeah?” 
“Mm, you’re good at it. It’s… I don’t know, I know Amy isn’t my baby, but I do love her, so it’s never not gonna be nice to watch you, and… I’m worried to say this.” 
“Just say it.” 
“Maybe one day, I…” You catch his eye and give him a panicked smile. 
You climb into bed together. He tries to get you to finish what you’d been saying but doesn’t succeed, no matter how nicely he draws that shape you love into your neck. It’s alright, though. It doesn’t matter. He nearly forgets you’ve brought it up at all until you’re lifting yourself up from your place on his chest. “Spence?” you ask, so close it makes him nervous, his stomach twitching of its own volition. 
“What?” he asks. 
“I know it’s soon. I know we’re not… locked in. I was just thinking about our future and our family, and I’m really happy. And– and if you did want to, I guess I wanna know if… would you ever have more?” 
“More kids?” he asks, dumbfounded. 
Your pupils are massive, staring down at him, giving your eyes this darkness so rare in your gaze. “Have you ever thought about it?” 
“Of course I have, especially with you.” 
You fluster but push through. Your laugh warms his lips as you lean down. “Don’t say that.” 
“Isn’t that what you just said?” 
You kiss him. He lifts his chin too fast to follow you and ends up pushing you away. His cheek is burning in your hand, your index finger to the corner of his eye and so, so tender where it touches an eyelash. “Amy’s so much like you, honey,” you say, tucking a long flyaway strand behind his ear. “And it’s all you.” 
Spencer wonders if you’re perhaps entering the ovulation stage of your period, but forbids himself from asking, should he sound like a freak. But surely you can’t be feeling as strongly as you are about this from story time alone. He’s not that good at telling them. 
“It’s not all me. Amy’s herself, and she’s parts of everyone she’s ever met. I think she’s been a lot braver since she met you,” Spencer says. 
He’s not sure what he said there, but you peer down at him like he’s entirely new. 
“Spencer,” you murmur, drawing a line across his cheek.
“I’d love to have a baby with you, I just thought saying that might be too much too soon.” 
“Well, it is,” you say, sounding insanely pleased, at odds with your words, “that’s so soon. You shouldn’t say stuff like that.” 
He thinks he gets it. Spencer covers your hand where you’re been caressing his cheek and brings it to his mouth, giving your knuckles a kiss. “You’re already so caring, you’ll make an amazing mother.” 
“Not just if we have babies though.” 
“No, I know.” His hand acts for itself as he tucks your hand against his neck. “Amy loves you.”
“She’s brilliant, Spence.” And whatever adoring you’d been ladening on him comes to an end. “Her vocabulary is insane for her age, she really is her father’s daughter.” 
You lay yourself across his chest again for a hug. 
Spencer applauds himself for surviving whatever that was. You, eyes dark and imploring, asking him about babies and touching him like that. “Amy would love a baby sibling,” he says. 
“How many should we have?” 
He laughs loudly. The taboo of everything being too soon is forgotten as you and Spencer talk about babies, houses, what middle school Amy might go to, what daycare you could send your babies to. It’s so exciting it makes his chest pang, thinking about living with you, about marrying you. And your enthusiastic answers make it worse. It’s clear you’ve thought about some of this stuff at depth. 
You could really get married one day, Spencer thinks. There’s a real possibility you might say yes. 
“Do you really think Amy wouldn’t mind a sister?” you whisper. 
“She’s asked me a couple of times how she can get one, so yeah. I think we can safely assume she’d like that.” 
“She asked you that?” you coo. “Aw, lovely girl, what did you tell her?” 
“Well, I told her she came from a pumpkin.” 
“You did?” 
“Mm. It was my fault then when she got very excited at Halloween.” 
You giggle into his neck. “When we have a baby, we’ll buy her a pumpkin.” 
“Or a squash, but I don’t think we could fit a baby in a butternut.” 
You hug him nice and hard. Spencer isn’t sure, but he suspects this is the beginning of a very new, very enjoyable chapter of your lives. Even more so when you nose at his jaw and mumble something about his ‘kissability’. 
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tpwk-formula1 · 13 hours ago
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Biggest Fan Pt 1 - CL16
Requested by @nina-or-anna-or-nora "Heyy!! 💕 I saw you were asking some requests so I have one for an Smau!! (If you want to do it ofc) I was thinking about the reader being kinda like Sabrina or Olivia (a performer) and then Charles being like her biggest fan🤭just a super cute fluffy thing and he goes to every show he can or posts her and stuff🥹"
AN - Had so much fun writing this SMAU for you! Don't be afraid to send in requests that aren't apart of the Pizza Menu! I love Sabrina but I'm not a die hard fan so I have no idea how many outfit changes she has or the order she performs so if it's a little messed up I apologize! Also LMK if you wanna see me do this with more drivers and make it a little series of the drivers being head over heels for their girl friend!
Summary: Just Charles being in love with Y/N... and basically everyone in the F1 community!
Charles insta stories over the fall break
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charlesleclerc We're ready for you Austin ft. Y/N and all the fan gifted hats that will make an appearance this weekend tagged carlossainz and youruser
user5 I love how he makes a post for work and still finds a way to get Y/N in there
user6 your honor... it's them. It's always them!
youruser I'm ready to be back in my home soil!
user7 I constantly forget our girl is from the US charlesleclerc you mean MY girl user8 Charles will never learn to share charlesleclerc not when it comes to MY Y/N youruser alright calm it down you charlesleclerc yes maam
user9 I hate feeling single but I do love you guys!
carlossainz Will I ever get a post with just us?
user10 Carlos... they're a package deal user11 If I don't expect anything less, you shouldn't either youruser damn... catching strays carlossainz Y/N I thought we were friends!
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user12 how does it feel to be living my dream
carlossainz he's been smiling at his phone for 10 minutes because you posted him
youruser I love knowing he loves me as much as I love him
user13 his eyes
charlesleclerc that's one lucky man
youruser he really is!
user14 I love the way you guys love each other
landonorris you guys disgust me with how cute you are together
youruser you wish this was you huh? landonorris I miss when you were to shy to interact with us... kinda a meanie youruser you'll learn to survive
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youruser Thanks for the warm welcome home... see you in a few weeks for Vegas!
Look for a surprise tomorrow around noon YeeHaw time!
charlesleclerc Ooooo I wanna know the surprise
user18 I can't believe I have notifications on and Charles is still here before me
charlesleclerc you snooze you lose! gotta be quicker than that! youruser love you need to be a bit nicer! user18 no this is on me... I should know no matter how much I love you Charles just loves you that much more! user19 I'm sobbing at this! Charles is so unhinged when it comes to Y/N
landonorris Can I also know the surprise
charlesleclerc NO!
user20 YeeHaw time is SENDING me! For anyone confused she's talking about CST
user21 THANK YOU! It makes so much sense now that you've explained but as a non F1 Y/N fan I didn't realize she was in Texas haha
user22 I love their height difference. I forget just how SMALL Y/N is.
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charlesleclerc I can't wait to watch you!!
user23 HOLY SHIT! I can't fucking wait!
user24 omg! I'm so excited for this!!
landonorris: I hope you have a ticket saved with my name on it!
youruser: I do including the rest of the grid... spread the word pleaseeee
user25: Oh to be in the US rn to experience this concert! I just know it's gonna be amazing
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Youruser: Max! hahaha you had me cracking up in the first slide... then tearing up through laughter in the second. Thank you so much for finding time in your title fight to support!
maxverstappen1: I wouldn't have missed it! Had to see what all the hype was about. Please invite me again
Grid Members Stories (Lando, Carlos, Oscar, Yuki, Liam, Franco)
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stardancerluv · 23 hours ago
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What the Emperor Wants
Part Nine
Summary: Emotions take bloom.
Notes/Warnings: Hints of dommy, emperor Geta. Dated views on feelings, ownership & religion.
I saw Gladiator 2. ❤️ed Love Geta. Wrote half of this before seeing it. Only shifted somethings 🫣🥹 my story a smidge.
❤️s, comments, feedback, & reblogs are welcome & appreciated!
Something in him that he wasn’t familiar with came over him. Shifting where he sat, he glanced back at you. There a short distance between the two of you.
“Move closer.” He murmured, just loud enough for you to hear.
Once you were settled, he reached for your hand and held it over his shoulder.
He kept his attention on the dancers. A smile spread across his face. He felt good.
“Sire?” You felt confused.
His thumb grazed the softness of your wrist. You trembled.
“I want to feel your touch.” He pressed your hand to his chest.
You didn’t say anything further. Your touch was subtle as he continued to enjoy the fruits and bread before him, with an occasional sip of his wine.
Occasionally, he bring his hand to yours and press it against him before releasing it to let you continue your idle touch. Which felt as delicate as a butterfly wings has they flutter over new spring blossoms.
Catching the eye of one of the personal guards. He motioned for the man to come over.
In hushed tones, he told him to ready the carriage and to send word that villa was to ready for his arrival in the early afternoon. And to have the men ready as well to give a proper escort for himself and you.
The man replied with a positive affirmation, he knew it was possible. He had given them shorter notice when Caracalla had gone through a period of prolonged feelings of distress and tantrums. The would be much easier.
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You held the breath in you when he motioned for the guard to come over. Their voices were hushed and low. You could not decipher what was said despite being close. You watched as the man gave a nod, stood straight and left with great haste.
Your thoughts whirled at the possibilities of what the exchange could have been. Your stomach turned.
Though as you felt his thumb graze the softness of your wrist, you were brought back to the room in which you sat.
“Diversion from the city lays ahead of us.” He told you softly.
Merriment still surrounded you, torches flickered and hushed pleasant voices grounded the music that player to accompany the dancers that continued to swish and twirl in the center of the room.
“That will be delightful Geta.” You smiled.
Tingles, from how your arm and hand were prickled at you. It reminded you on mornings where you had woken up after laying on your limb. You didn’t dare roll your hand or pull it back. Despite being the emperor, you surely believed he had those same tingles. But you enjoyed this and didn’t wish to disrupt his pleasure.
Feeling a gentle tug, you looked and caught Geta’s gaze. “Yes, Geta?”
“I’m growing tired. We shall retire to my quarters, there is something we need to discuss.”
“Yes.” You replied softly. “Yes, absolutely.” Before his hand released yours, his thumb once again grazed your wrist.
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He glanced at you as the two of you walked down the passageways. The footfalls of the two of you were the only ones that mattered in his opinion. The torches flickered and cast shadows here and there.
Looking at you, once again that feeling stirred in him from earlier in the evening. It reminded him of the excitement on the brink of a banquet celebrating a victory or watching a good fight in the arena. Never towards a person, even less towards someone who belonged to him.
His guards opened the doors to his quarters. He ushered you in first.
“Go to the balcony.” He told you, when you began to turn towards him.
You nodded.
He went over to where the guards stood.
“I do not want to be disturbed, Gallus.” He turned to the guard, he saw the most. “If anything else needs to be done before dawn, please do so. I do not want to delay our departure once dawn breaks. And inform Aelia she is to pack her belongings and hers, if she has not already done so, since she will be traveling with me as well.”
“Every well, sire. They are well prepared for your arrival at the destination and for your departure from here.”
“Good.”
With a nod, he closed the door.
He took off his laurel crown and set it down. Running his fingers through hair, he looked at your figure as he walked over to you. He paused, watching you.
You were gazing at your hand, he had enjoyed holding it. The gods have blessed you, he mused. Your hands were as lovely as the ways you twined words together. They were skillful in touch and in mending as well, as he glanced down where you had tended to his wound which stung with its freshness.
“Geta.” Seeing him, you turned with a smile that curled your lips.
He nodded, as he grew closer.
“Tonight’s festivities after justice was served were very pleasing. Do you agree?”
“Yes. Those dances were fascinating. Nothing, I had ever seen before.”
He smiled. “It was the same for me. They have traveled from one of the new providences. It was to celebrate them now being one with Rome.”
“That is wonderful.” You looked down.
He drew your chin up, he studied your features. Yes, he would definitely have to have a craftsman, capture you. It was as if the gods themselves had wielded a paintbrush or sculptors tool when you were created.
“Yes, Geta?”
He could feel your breath. Its steady increase pleased him.
“I’ve grown tired of city and all of the politics. We shall depart and enjoy the good airs and feel in good humor soon.
“We?” Your eyes grew.
He chuckled. “Yes, we. As much as I do enjoy my solitude. And anytime away from Caracalla can feel very good; I wish you to accompany me.”
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With cloaks on and the blue light of the dawn, you had climbed in and sat with Aelia and Geta was opposite the two of you in the carriage. It was not long, before the streets of the city were shadows in the dust of the wheels and horse’s pace. The horses did not pick up a good trot till out of the confines of the city to not create a disturbance.
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You tried, struggled even to stay awake, an eagerness to look out the windows had grabbed you. It was exciting to go somewhere you had never been. Even, Aelia had told you briefly how much nicer it was at the villa. Especially with Caracalla staying at the domus in the city.
Vaguely, you wondered about the woman who sat beside you. She was loyal without question to Geta. She had been firm yet show a warmth, a kindness towards you that you had not expected. Not many were. So you accepted and appreciated it.
On either side of the two of you were also guards, you didn’t speak to them and they didn’t speak to you. You barely ever looked up at one. They scared you. Glancing over at Geta, you noticed that he had even bowed his head to sleep. It had run its soft lulling touch over all of you. Your eyes had been growing heavier.
Before succumbing to its soft touch, you caught a glimpse of Geta from under your hood. His lashes laid on his cheeks, his hair like sun-rays themselves were peaking from the edges of his cloak’s hood and his features were soft. Your heart quickened realizing like this he resembled the sculptures you had been blessed to see. He truly, was touched by the gods.
@honey-eyed-munson @amethyst-serenade @screaming-blue-bagel @kitkat80 @blondie324 @alyisdead @hellomadamebutterfly @heartsforjosephquinn @helsa3942
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youmyjhope · 1 month ago
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bluebeesknees · 6 months ago
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Unmistakable
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alkalinetrios · 1 month ago
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my first fanart of käärijä! [reference]
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team-timeless-au · 8 months ago
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They got a little lost but they're back on track now!
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charlespecco · 5 days ago
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pecco63: See you in 2025 Baby, I will miss you. Now let's enjoy the rest 😎😉🤘🏻 #GoFree
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koffeenoe · 1 month ago
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Inktober Day 14
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princessanneftw · 5 months ago
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Princess Anne visiting the Riding for the Disabled Association National Championships at Hartpury University on 12 July 2024 💙
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gojoest · 3 months ago
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YUUTA BACK IN HIS BODY AND HIGURUMA IS ALIVE
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trinemendes · 9 months ago
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shawnmendes It's been a really long time since i last played live and I'm so excited to share that l'll be headlining Rock In Rio on Sept 22nd. I've missed being on stage and seeing you all in person so much!😮‍💨❤️I've also been working on a new album and i can't wait to play these new songs live for you.
See you there. eu te amo!!!!
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ggukslov · 6 months ago
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Our seven forever 😭💜
Yayy!! World wide handsome jin is back y'all! 🫡💜
#BTSFOREVER💜
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scrumptiousstuffs · 1 year ago
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Mond Tanutchai as Boeing
Only Friends, Episode 10
Source: Mond’s IG
14/10/2023
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goldenhypen · 7 months ago
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guys i was so fortunate and lucky to get to see enhypen irl tonight :’) sooo grateful omg it was so good and i’m going coocoo bonkers crazier than ever rn
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lovely-v · 3 months ago
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Audibly gasped upon opening my phone this morning. Greeted by an old friend from long ago.
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