#they watched it together mhmm 🙂‍↕️

[hyohaehyuk]

jam sharing interests

thejamlore: During individual interviews in 2022, both jacob (for w magazine) and sam (for brief take) mentioned having just watched The Rehearsal.

hhj_rsn: About The Bear: Jacob mentioned in a 2022 podcast it was his favorite show of the year and in a 2023 radio interview Sam said it was his favorite show of the last 10 years. The Bear isn't as unkown as The Rehearsal but it's still cute how their tastes match even when discussing it separately.

Source: Brief Take - Anne Rice's Interview with the Vampire's Sam Reid on Loustat, Armand's reveal, Théâtre des Vampires; W Magazine - Jacob Anderson on 'Interview With the Vampire' & the Meme-ification of 'Don’t Worry Darling'; Jacob Anderson on TV, I Say w/ Ashley Ray. I cant find the last podcast with Sam Reid. I think it's called "Melbourne Mornings with Rafael Epstein" but there no results about it. It's probably an Australian podcast that you can only access with VPN

[mmso-notlikethat]

well i read @a-mel0n tags here , and this happened

Do i believe Buck speaks like this? Not really. Do i still want him to? Mhmm, so I'm making him say it 🙂‍↕️

the soft glow of the floor lamp, its light pooling over the couch where Tommy sat, a book resting in his hands. His reading glasses perched neatly on his nose as his eyes scanned the pages with quiet focus.

Buck, sprawled on the other end of the couch, had been pretending to scroll through his phone, but his attention had drifted. Instead, he found himself watching Tommy.

The way the light hit Tommy’s face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the faint crow’s feet around his eyes, his eyes that were sparkling with every subtle motion, made Buck’s chest flutter. The reading glasses only added to the effect, making him look unfairly handsome and yet... softer.

“You know,” Buck said suddenly, breaking the silence, “you look way too good in those glasses.”

Tommy didn’t look up from his book. “Distracting you?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.

“Obviously,” Buck replied, sitting up. With a grin that promised trouble, he pushed himself off the couch and walked over. Before Tommy could react, Buck slid onto his lap, straddling him as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Tommy blinked, startled but amused. “Evan,” he said, his hands instinctively settling on Buck’s hips. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure I have your full attention,” Buck teased.

“You always have my attention,” Tommy said softly.

“Not when you’ve got these on,” Buck countered, plucking Tommy’s reading glasses off and placing them carefully on the coffee table. He leaned in closer, his face close enough that Tommy could feel his breath, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. “There. Now I can see you properly.”

Tommy’s ears turned pink, a blush creeping up his neck. “You’re staring,” he muttered.

“I am,” Buck admitted, leaning in closer. “Because your eyes? They’re incredible, Tommy.”

His breath hitched, but he didn’t look away. Buck’s voice was soft, filled with a kind of affection that made Tommy’s heart stutter.

“Your right eye,” Buck began, his thumb brushing lightly over Tommy’s cheekbone, “is this perfect, clear metallic blue—like polished water under sunlight. It’s so vibrant, so alive, like it’s holding a spark of light specifically for me. And the way it catches the light—it’s stunning, Tommy. Like polished steel touched by sunlight.”

Tommy blinked, his breath catching, unsure how to respond to the words catching him off guard, sinking in too quickly. But Buck wasn’t finished.

“But your left eye?” Buck continued, shifting slightly so their faces were closer, his gaze locking onto it. “It’s something else entirely. The way the green swirls with the blue, and that soft hazel threaded through—it’s like the colors can’t decide who gets to shine, so they just work together. It’s stunning, like a masterpiece hidden just for me to find.”

Tommy’s breath hitched, his heart thudding wildly in his chest. “No one’s ever noticed that before,” he admitted quietly, his voice almost a whisper.

“Well,” Buck said softly, grinning widely, “then they weren’t really looking. It’s impossible to miss if you’re paying attention.” His grin softened, full of quiet affection “How could I not? It’s subtle, but it’s there. Like a secret hidden in plain sight, something you’d only catch if you took the time to really look. And I’ve looked, Tommy. Believe me, I’ve looked.”

Buck smiled, tilting his head as he studied Tommy’s eyes further, his voice dropping into an awestruck murmur. “When you move, it changes. The blue catches the light, but the green—it shifts, like moss under running water. It’s not just the color, though. It’s the way your eyes hold so much. Like they’ve seen the whole world, every heartbreak, every laugh, every quiet moment, and they’re still so full of life. It’s mesmerizing.”

“And,” Buck added, his thumb lightly tracing the edge of Tommy’s cheekbone, “it’s the way they soften when you smile. The way they crinkle just here—” his thumb brushed over the faint lines at the corner of Tommy’s eye, “like they’re carrying all your joy. You can’t hide anything from me when I look at them. They tell me everything, Tommy.”

“These little lines? They’re my favorite. They show every laugh, every grin, every bit of joy. They make you... you.”

Tommy’s breath hitched, smiling faintly his blush deepening as Buck’s words sank in. Buck leaned closer, his lips just a breath away, and added in a quiet, almost reverent tone, “Your eyes... they’re the most extraordinary thing I’ve ever seen.”

Without waiting for a response, Buck leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Tommy’s right eye. He lingered for a moment before kissing the corner of the left, the touch feather-light.

Not done yet, Buck’s lips brushed the faint lines at the corners of Tommy’s eyes, his kisses deliberate, as if sealing his words into the very skin they touched. Finally, he kissed Tommy’s lips, slow and tender, pouring every ounce of his affection into the gesture.

Tommy opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Buck’s. He was speechless, utterly overwhelmed by the depth of Buck’s tenderness.

When Buck pulled back, his grin was warm, teasing. “There,” he said, his voice light, though his gaze remained earnest. “Now I’ve properly appreciated them.”

Tommy stared at him for a long moment, flushed, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “You’re amazing,” he muttered, his voice shaky but full of fondness.

“And you’re blushing,” Buck teased, grinning wider.

Tommy shook his head with a quiet laugh, then, without warning, he shifted and tackled Buck onto the couch, pinning him down as a burst of laughter escaped.

“Hey!” Buck protested, laughing as Tommy hovered over him, his knees bracketing Buck’s sides.

“You think you can just get away with that?” Tommy teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Before Buck could respond, Tommy leaned down and began peppering his face with kisses—his forehead, his cheeks, his jaw. Buck’s laughter filled the room, loud and unrestrained, as he tried—and failed—to squirm away.

“Tommy! Stop!” Buck cried, his voice full of laughter.

“Not a chance,” Tommy replied, grinning as he kissed the tip of Buck’s nose.

Finally, Tommy stopped his assault, collapsing onto Buck’s chest with a satisfied sigh. Buck wrapped his arms around him, still laughing, his heart pounding with happiness.

“You’re insane,” Buck said breathlessly, his grin wide.

“Good thing I love you, or you’d be in so much trouble,” Tommy shot back, his voice muffled against Buck’s shoulder.

Buck’s laughter softened into a warm smile. “Lucky for both of us, you do,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Tommy’s temple.

The eyes in question:

[nemesyaaa]

ixizifizodoziez i love this au so much, you have no idea ! i adore seeing future dad rafe, it makes my heart melting so bad. AND OMG THE DESIGN THING ? SUCH a lovely prompt, i can't wait for the next part of this story, they're so cute together ! Rafe being happy to be a dad, and want the baby to come with the sweetest and perfect atmosphere, watch me giggling girl 🫶🏿🙂‍↕️

“it’s perfect.” you looked up at him, smiling when he pecked the tip of your nose. “the three of us, huh?” rafe loved the way that sounded rolling off of his tongue. “mhmm,” you let out a shaky breath, “the three of us.” — IT'S GOTTA BE THE END OF ME. BECAUSE SEEIN THIS SOFT RAFE SO EXCITED IT'S KILLING ME INSIDE 😮‍💨😭💘

“you thought of all of this in the two weeks since we found out?” your hands snaked up his chest until your arms wrapped around his neck. rafe embraced you, his eyes shutting at the sweet scent of your perfume. “i told you, you have nothing to worry about, sweetheart. i’m taking care of everything.” — «“i told you, you have nothing to worry about, sweetheart. i’m taking care of everything.”» KILLER QUEEN 😭😭✨ I NEED THIS MAN RIGHT NOW, NOT FUNNY. NOT A LITTLE

you breathed him in, both of you rocking softly as the wind chimes sung outside in the light breeze. you two stayed in a comfortable silence, the image of watching the sunset together on the porch of your own house with a baby on your hip flooded both of your minds. — I HAVE THE VISION AND NOW I WANT TO BE THE MOM OF HIS KIDS SO BAD

“i’ve been working on this blueprint, m’thinking we just get our house built out here. you could design the kitchen however you want, whatever would be best for you and your baking, we can put the nursery together, do the whole thing y’know. go the whole nine yards.” you swallowed thickly, tears pricking your eyes. — LDKZKEKEKEK I NEED A SWEET PROMPT ABOUT THIS

⋆˚✿˖° rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader reevaluate their living situation now that she’s carrying a little baby in her tummy.

warnings: babydaddy!rafe, pregnancy, soooo much fluff, crying (mostly happy tears! no worries), rafe is so reassuring :(

a/n: introducing rafe’s condo to my blog.. but tanneyhill will forever be my go-to :( also just a reminder: pogue!sweetheart!reader is only pregnant in this fic alone. meaning any other works i create with her are not correlated with this one UNLESS stated so <3 you could keep up with this little universe under the second tag of this post: ‘₊˚⊹♡ pogue!sweetheart!reader & babydaddy!rafe’

“why do you look so sad, baby?” rafe joined you outside, bringing you a cold glass of water as he urged you to sit down on his lap. you were growing teary-eyed again, your gaze falling on the pink and white camper in front of you. taking a small sip, rafe held onto the glass for you while you wiped at your tear stained cheeks. “it’s just,” you sniffled, “i know we can’t raise a baby here, but this little thing— it’s all i’ve ever known..” you rested your head on his shoulder, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. rafe studied you for a moment, stroking the side of your face.

“i’ve been meaning to talk about that actually,” rafe cleared his throat, “what if we didn’t go house hunting?” his words drew your attention, a hum falling from your lips. “and stay here? i would love that,” you shook your head, “but i know it’s for the best. we barely fit in there ourselves.” rafe laughed. “yeah, i know.. someone is always bumping their head when we have sex.” your cheeks heated as you slapped his arm playfully. “well to be fair, it was just me in there before you came along,” you sighed, “i can’t even imagine that now.” you pecked his cheek.

“at first, i thought maybe we could check out some houses on figure eight..” your eyes widened, your lips parting to reject his suggestion. “but,” rafe interjected, “i know that’s not really your scene.” he reassured you. “so i want to propose something else,” both of you looked at each other, “i’ve been working on this blueprint, m’thinking we just get our house built out here. you could design the kitchen however you want, whatever would be best for you and your baking, we can put the nursery together, do the whole thing y’know. go the whole nine yards.” you swallowed thickly, tears pricking your eyes.

“you have a blueprint?” you smiled, your vision becoming blurry as rafe nodded. “yeah, you wanna see?” you whispered a ‘yes, please!’ before he guided you inside. he reached for a spot you couldn’t reach in your cabinet, unraveling the blueprint in question. “see, right here? i thought you’d like the kitchen to have big window facing the backyard, oh, and right here!” he pointed a finger, “we could have shelves built into the walls for the baby’s room, we could even have a reading nook for bedtime stories..” your heart felt so full right now, you swore it could burst at the seams.

“what’s this empty space right here in the backyard?” you held up the paper, pointing to a spot where a little white heart was drawn. “..that would be where your camper goes.” your head shot in his direction, your eyebrows knitting in confusion. “what do you mean?” you put the blueprint down, turning around while he caged you between his arms. “i think we should build the house just right out front, you don’t have to move anything, relocate the camper, none of that. i could start getting the brush cleared out as soon as next week.” you blinked, your brain trying its best to piece everything together.

“you thought of all of this in the two weeks since we found out?” your hands snaked up his chest until your arms wrapped around his neck. rafe embraced you, his eyes shutting at the sweet scent of your perfume. “i told you, you have nothing to worry about, sweetheart. i’m taking care of everything.” you breathed him in, both of you rocking softly as the wind chimes sung outside in the light breeze. you two stayed in a comfortable silence, the image of watching the sunset together on the porch of your own house with a baby on your hip flooded both of your minds.

“it’s perfect.” you looked up at him, smiling when he pecked the tip of your nose. “the three of us, huh?” rafe loved the way that sounded rolling off of his tongue. “mhmm,” you let out a shaky breath, “the three of us.”