#deanchaiyachet

[mayxlee]

location: benny and dukes

character: @deanchaiyachet​​ & maya.

Maya couldn't help but pout as she lined up her shot on the mini glow-in-the-dark golf course. She swung the putter with all the grace of a baby giraffe learning to walk, and unsurprisingly, the ball veered off course, missing the hole entirely. She let out an exaggerated groan, throwing her hands up in mock frustration. "This isn't fair," she protested, turning to him with a playful glare. "I'm not good at golf, and you know it. You're totally doing this on purpose just because I beat your ass in laser tag." Despite her protestations, Maya couldn't help but burst into laughter as she watched Dean line up his shot. The glow of the neon lights and the sound of laughter filled the air around them, and the brunette couldn't help but feel a warm sense of happiness wash over her. It had been too long since she had done something like this, and after the last time she saw him... it was a good sign she had something to hold onto, just to control herself.

[ingridlczano]

location: refined palette / themed painting session

character: @deanchaiyachet​​ & ingrid.

Ingrid sat comfortably in the art studio, her paintbrush gliding over the canvas as she focused on creating her very not good looking masterpiece. The holiday-themed painting session with Dean had turned out to be a delightful surprise. The Holiday Armadillo, an unexpected yet whimsical addition to the canvas, added a touch of humor to the festive atmosphere. Glancing over at Dean's painting, she couldn't resist a smile. "That's cute! Are you painting it for that Lee girl, or is it my Christmas gift?"

[phoebeyates-archive]

location: the sweet spot

status: closed for @deanchaiyachet

"You know I thought the benefits part of this arrangement was you throwing me in a freebie now and again," Phoebe lamented as Dean rang her up at the register of the bakery. She had popped in on the way to the museum to gather much needed substenance for her and Asli (plus, she had discovered the loophole in sugar for breakfast; it was allowed if in the form of pastry) but it was a pleasant surprise to see her buddy working that morning, especially since, for once she was early enough that hanging with him for a bit wouldn't make her too late. "C'mon, there must be like a fucked up baklava in the back or some lokma that's dropped on the floor." She prompted with her best puppy dog eyes.

[syweston]

— characters: silas & dean — setting: jack's pumpkin farm — partner: @deanchaiyachet

"Well, well, well— whatta we have here?" The cowboy flicked at the brim of his hat so that it rose on his forehead a little as he approached Dean. "Did I see ya jus' try an' hide a pumpkin? You that afraid of the competition?"

It was all teasing, despite what he was sure he'd just witnessed with his own doe eyes, as that had always been the rapport between himself and the streamer. A profession that Dean had explained many times and the bull rider still had yet to fully wrap his head around it.

While the man knew social media and had some official accounts, he never bothered to get all that well versed in it.

"See that one there," Silas was indicating the winter squash off to Dean's left, "that one's perfect for carvin' somethin' into."

[sunihayez]

location — the floral fix.

character — @deanchaiyachet

"On today's episode of what could go wrong, I'm out of a car for a little while. The mechanic said something about my starter? Whatever that means." She knew that a particular blonde could fix it, dirt cheap if not for free, but asking him for a favor after three years of silence felt wrong. "Please tell me that you have something good going for you. One of us has to have decent luck." As she spoke to the man she was still getting to know as her brother, Suni rearranged the fresh flower shipment she'd just put on display. No matter how many times she moved them all around, she couldn't get it right. After a few more tries, she turned around, a wide smile on her mouth. "Oh, and I know it's a long shot, but you haven't heard from our dad, right?" She wasn't even sure why she was asking. Well, she was mostly unsure. Part of her feared that the man would come back to collect the money he'd given her once he realized what she'd done with it. Another part of her wondered if he even cared enough to check in. "

[mayxlee]

Maya found it hard to focus on anything else, especially with Dean just inches away from her, his breath sending chills down her spine. Her heart raced as his hand cupped the side of her face, drawing her in for another kiss. The credits rolled in the background, but with his lips on hers, his touch igniting sparks of warmth throughout her body, it was impossible to pay attention to anything else. She melted into the kiss, feeling his hands exploring her body, guiding her onto his lap. She kissed him back eagerly, her body trembling with anticipation. His hand under her shirt sent shivers down her spine, and she found herself completely lost in the moment, forgetting everything except the intoxicating sensation of his touch.

When he finally broke the kiss, Maya groaned softly, her forehead resting against his. "The movie... right..." she echoed, her chest heaving with short pants as she tried to catch her breath. She opened her eyes to meet his, feeling a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Maya paused, torn between the overwhelming desire to continue and the nagging voice of reason reminding her of the boundaries she had set for herself. Eventually, she took a deep breath and met his gaze with a soft smile. "I think we should... at least for now," she replied, brushing her fingers against his cheek gently. "I'm enjoying being with you, Dean, but I don't want to rush things. Let's just... enjoy the moment, okay?"

@deanchaiyachet

If Dean cared about the initial credits? Psh! He was a dude, of course he didn't. Especially with Maya looking particularly adorable on that couch and making his throat dry from anticipation. "It's really hard to focus on anything when you're this close, you know...?" He chuckled, adjusting himself on the couch as his hand cupped the side of her face and Dean dipped his head in for another kiss. The credits were rolling in the background, but having his lips pressed to hers, his tongue brushing against hers, exploring inches of her warmth while his hands mapped her body? Yeah... there was no way he would rather pay attention to what was going on the TV.

Before he knew, his hands were guiding her to him, roaming down her back and along her legs to pull her to his lap. Dean had no intention to cross the line with her, but there she was, kissing him back, making his body tremble with anticipation, so yes, it was hard to pull away. The TV pulled him back to the present though, with his arms around her, his hand rested on the back of her neck, keeping her dangerously safe within his grasp, while the other hand had sneakily found his way under her shirt, pressing his palm onto her back.

Finally, he broke the kiss, groaning as he pressed his forehead against Maya's. "The movie.... right....?" He said, chest heaving with short pants, as he kept his eyes closed. I mean, he wouldn't have minded to keep going as he was already very much uh... involved in the situation, but he also wouldn't be and asshole and push Maya into doing something she didn't want to. He'd been lucky enough to have even had her come to his place! "Do you want to stop...?" / @mayxlee

[leilabarak]

closed starter for @deanchaiyachet at leila's apartment

Reaching over across the table in her living room, Leila grabbed a handful of Doritos to munch on while leaning back to watch Dean take a turn on the game they were playing. "So, what do you think. I've got an idea for a build out to make a really badass gaming chair. Vibration, surround sound, a little spot for snacks, everything you'd need to play games with," she brought up, head tipping back to look over at Dean with a big grin. It was one of those designs that she'd been working on just out of her own personal desire to have a cool gaming chair to play in when she had the time for it. "Anything you can think of to add to it to make it like the best chair on the whole planet?"

[seongxhyunwoo-archive]

LOCATION: Benny and Duke's WITH: @deanchaiyachet

Despite being reprimanded by his father repeatedly in his childhood, it seemed Hyun Woo never learned to be competitive. Maybe that was why his brother was the one with the business acumen and he was the one more suited to being behind the scenes. An arrangement that suited him perfectly. However, that lack of competitiveness did not necessarily keep him from trying his hardest in meaningless challenges, like arcade games that he had last played when he was a child. “You should have a handicap,” he complained with little seriousness as he was getting absolutely obliterated at Street Fighter for the third time in a row. As if the single-handed game play for Dean wasn't enough of a hindrance. The game ended with a miserable score on Hyun Woo’s end and he straightened with a feigned disappointment. “I really was the best player of my friends.” Though maybe that was more a testament to how poorly they played than how skilled he was. Either way, he couldn’t lie that he appreciated the distraction. “Okay one last time, this time you play with your left hand only, while balancing on one foot.” A ridiculous ( and obviously joking... ) suggestion from a man who was now discovering his competitiveness. It would come as a sad shock to Seong Byung Ho that all he would have had to do to kick start his younger son's competitive spirit was introduce him to video games earlier on in life.

[emelinecormier]

— dean adulyadej wedding reception, bighorn hills.

It amazed her, how many people they'd invited actually showed up. It truly seemed like they both checked off every single friend box they had in Providence Peak and Emmy couldn't have been more happy about it. She'd spent the evening, slowly drifting into night, with flushed cheeks full of excitement and a half-sipped on cocktail glass in her hands. Even though she gave herself permission to indulge for just one night, her wife had still been helping her take care of each cocktail she brought for them. Having lost the woman in question in a throng of friends, Emmy meandered in and out of party-goers to find a table to sit at and watch everything happening, her shoulder brushing against someone who turned out to be a familiar face. The recognition brought a bright grin to her lips and she wrapped her arms around the man, careful to steady her cocktail glass as she gave him an excited squeeze with a squealed greeting of "Dean!" before pulling back. "You made it! Are you having a good time?"

@deanchaiyachet

[carlavillanueva]

Characters: Carla Villanueva & Dean Chaiyachet (@deanchaiyachet) Location: The Sweet Spot Closed Starter

Carla looked at the display, eyes frantically scanning over the sweets available in the hopes of finding what she came down to Downtown for. The further along the display her eyes went, the more her hope diminished. Until she saw it. The empty tray with the sign right in front of it. "Damn it." She didn't usually crave things uncontrollably, but when the occasional day came along she definitely wouldn't be satisfied until she got the craving under control. "Do you think you'll have more Baklava coming out soon?" She asked the baker behind the counter, a pleading look in her eyes as she clung on to the last flicker of hope that remained. "I kind of came here just for that."

[joselialopes]

who: Joselia and @deanchaiyachet where: Dean's apartment, downtown

It had only been forty-eight hours. Joselia hadn't even fully unloaded her car before shit started to go sideways in her apartment. The leak was one thing-- completely fixable, she'd assured Jr. on the phone, and no cause for worry. Then this morning when her hair dryer had knocked out the power, and the discovery of what she hoped wasn't black mold (but definitely was) behind the sink... well. Joselia's only saving grace was Dean, her pen pal-turned-neighbor. She might not have put together that they were living in the same town, now, if not for Dean's dedication to tagging every place he went in his story-- including an arcade downtown.

Pulling her knees up to her chest, Joselia settled into Dean's couch. "Seriously, I can't believe you live here." She shook her head, silently lamenting that the arduous process of moving was only prolonged. "I promise, I'm going to call my landlord first thing tomorrow," she said, already feeling guilty for intruding on Dean's life like this. Shit, they hadn't even met in person before Joselia was swiping up on his Instagram and asking if he had a spare couch. "Hopefully I'm out of here by the end of the week, max," Joselia promised. "Thank you so much, Dean, seriously."

[mayxlee]

location: farm to fork

character: @deanchaiyachet​​ & maya.

Seated at her usual corner table, Maya focused intently on her sketch, patiently awaiting her meal. This was her routine, visiting the restaurant periodically, hoping the fresh air would spark the inspiration she needed for her designs. With a soft sigh, she set her pen aside and reached for her drink, her eyes briefly scanning the quiet surroundings.

Taking in the serene atmosphere, Maya couldn't help but notice Dean, his tall figure entering Farm to Fork. Smiling, she greeted him with a wave and a softly-mouthed hello. Being nice cost nothing, and she figured he was likely meeting someone, so she didn't dwell on it too much.

[ingridlczano]

location: dean's apartment

character: @deanchaiyachet & ingrid.

"So...." was the first thing that slipped past her lips as soon as she made her way into Dean's small apartment, taking her shoes off by the door after having stepped into the dirty snow. "Are you going to tell me how it went, or do I have to start asking questions?" Ingrid responded, unable to hide the smile from her face. She knew her best friend had invited his crush over, but with work being busy, it was almost impossible to catch up on the juicier details... if there were any. Besides, she wanted to know if she was about to fight a bitch or not, all for the sake of Dean's pretty eyes said... even though he seemed just fine.

"Was it everything you were hoping it to be, or is she actually boring?" Ingrid teased a playful smirk, raising an eyebrow as she waited for Dean's response. "Don't tell me I have to sit down."

[sammypersaud]

— Dean Chaiyachet Adulyadej spring market, any day.

The familiar face popped up at his booth, noticing the man before the other noticed him. The conversation about Ingrid moving in with the other fresh on his mind — even if it did happen over a week ago. Why was he so bothered by it? He believed her when she said nothing was happening with Dean, that the man was like her brother. They had no reason to keep something like that from each other. Yet, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that his best friend moving away from the place they'd always known together and into the city bothered him in some way. It wasn't the time to think too hard about it, though, not when he had about a dozen potential customers surrounding his booth, considering his oddities he created with the scraps he collected. "Dean!" Samar greeted happily, a smile forced its way onto his expression. "How are you, man?"

@deanchaiyachet

[providencepeakrp]

The following players have 24 hours to resume activity after hiatus or risk being unfollowed. Note: If you have already posted, feel free to disregard.

@deanchaiyachet

@jacobklee

@sarayoon

@aylaceylin

[sebvora]

LOCATION — Peak Seasons Ballroom, Saints & Sinners event.

WHO — Sebastian & Dean ( @deanchaiyachet ).

Despite the pair donning matching Saltburn-inspired outfits (and having a general ‘if one goes, the other isn’t too far to follow’ attitude), it was rather easy for Sebastian to lose sight of CJ quite early on into the night. At an event like this, it was purely inevitable; there were so many dope decorations and other shiny things to look at that it’d be more surprising if they didn’t end up pulled in completely separate directions. The fighter didn’t mind, though — he was sure they’d wind up finding each other again eventually, and it gave Seb the perfect opportunity to go harass some of his other friends that he saw littered about. Dean, being one of them. With a drink in hand, he made a beeline for the other man and raised his free one to clap him on the shoulder, shaking him a little as he shouted in greeting, “Dean-o! My man-o!” There was a wide, carefree smile on his lips as he met Dean’s gaze. “I totally didn’t think I’d see you here — but like, I’m super fuckin’ happy you are, man! You look fine as fuck, too! Glowing and all that shit,” he complimented, continuing on his rambling without a second thought. “Yo, did you see over there they have like a little bowl with all these different fuckin’ condoms in it? It’s actually, like, lowkey smart. I dunno who’s keepin’ it stocked but they definitely need a raise or something.” Pulling his hand off Dean’s shoulder, he shoved it into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a tiny handful of assorted condoms. He practically shoved them into Dean’s chest. “Here, dude, take some. Shit’s hilarious. I saw, like, a banana flavored one in there.”