#florbexter writes

[florbexter]

Anything with FadelStyle ❤️

a study in patience [AO3]

Style found Fadel in the kitchen. Bent over the worktable, his hands pressed onto the shiny surface. If Style didn’t know him better, he would think he was sleeping while standing.

Style observed him for a moment. The vibes were off, but not in a dangerous way. More in an ‘I can’t believe this is my life' way. He quickly searched through his memories, but he hadn’t done anything the last couple of days that would make Fadel behave like that.

Had he gotten a one-star Google review?

“What’s up?”, he asked and stole a pickle.

Fadel moved slowly. Just his head. The frown between his eyes was there again and Style knew it was the Bison frown. That man had a wrinkle for every one of his loved ones. Not that Style would count himself as one of them. Not yet anyway. But he worked hard for his very own line on Fadel’s face.

“Just,” Fadel started and then straightened and looked up. Was he thinking about not telling Style? Style leaned his back onto the worktable. Now he was curious.

Wait. If it was about Bison and Fadel looked like he had been forced to eat a lemon that could only mean one thing.

“What did they do?”

Fadel sighed, and then his face twisted.

“Ooooh,” Style cooed. “Did you catch them again?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “In flagranti?”

Fadel made a disgusted sound.

“What are you angry about? You know they’re together? What? Do you think they only hold hands?”

Style had no siblings. He wouldn’t know how he would react if one of them suddenly became a fully formed human with desires. He liked to imagine himself as the cooler older brother. He would buy them condoms and shit.  

“No. It’s just…” Fadel sighed again. “They…” He moved his hands around and Style was delighted about this turn of events. He didn’t think Fadel could be so flustered. He was normally very matter-of-fact about sex.

“They had toys,” Fadel said, and it sounded like someone had forced those words out of him via torture. He sounded like Style wanted to make him talk about his feelings. Again.

Style frowned. “And? Like we did that one time—”

Fadel stopped him with his raised hand. “No. Specific toys. For a specific type of… you know.”

“Sex?” Oh, this was golden, Style thought. But what kind of toys was Fadel implying? That one time Kant and he had hooked up it had been pretty vanilla.

“Oh wait,” Style moved, a huge grin on his face, “like kinky toys?”

Fadel looked like Style had shot him. His expression said it all and Style had to laugh.

“No way. Kant and Bison? Wow. I mean… now that I think about it. Bison looks like he would like to slice you open for schmexy sexy times.”

“Style…”

“But Kant?” Style pursed his lips. “I didn’t think he was the type. Good for him.”

“Please, shut up."

Style laughed even harder. Fadel sounded like he was in pain. Had he known how to get to him like that, his whole approach would have been way more fun for him. Fadel was open about sex or so Style got the feeling from the amount of sex they already had. From outdoor sex to… outdoor sex. They had a lot of sex outside of their beds, now that he thought of it.

“What got you so worked up about it? That they have sex? That it’s kinky? That Kant knows how to give up control?”

He chuckled. It was funny that he immediately thought Bison was the one in charge. Little gremlin.

“You think Bison is in charge?”

“Mhm? Yes.” Style munched on another pickle.

The frown on Fadel’s face disappeared, exchanged for a blank expression.

Oh.

Style was quick, but Fadel was quicker. He grabbed Style’s wrist, yanked and had him crowded against the stove in seconds.

“Hey.” Style was more upset about the pickle he had dropped than being all up and close with Fadel. That was always nice.

“You want to be in charge, too?” Fadel asked.

Style smiled, wide and bright.

“I’m always in charge.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Hell yeah.”

There was a thing Fadel did, that Style thought he wasn’t even aware of. First, he tried to hide a smile. Most of the time he was successful with that but at the same time, he didn’t seem to notice that his eyes got soft. He looked at Style through hooded eyes with no frown on his forehead or between his brows.

“You want to tie me up, mhm?”

Style couldn’t answer because someone cleared their throat in the general area of the door. They both moved, still standing close and Pearl, the temp Fadel had hired, looked at them annoyed.

“There are a bunch of customers waiting for their food,” she said, sternly.

“And we’re working very hard to cook it for them,” Style answered.

Pearl wasn’t moved by his smile. She squinted her eyes at him threateningly and maybe Fadel had found a long-lost sister.  

“Food will come right up,” Fadel said and turned away from Style with deep-red ears.

“Tonight then,” Style whispered, gave him a clap against his butt, winked at Pearl and then got the hell out of there because he had the feeling both of them carried knives to stab him with.

[ctl-yuejie]

after the first page tumblr just shows me post from a year ago.

amazing work.

[h3trappedcollection]

Adrift in the heat

Fandom: History 3: Trapped

Pairing: Shao Fei x Tang Yi

Length: ~ 2000 words Oneshot

Summary:

Shao Fei rolled his eyes and leaned his head back onto the staple of pallets they had been thrown against. He suspected that they were held in some kind of old warehouse. The windows were either broken or old newspapers stuck to it. The pallets were the only source of shadows because the sun shone mercilessly into the room. Hot air was coming through the open windows. He smelled the hot dirt and dust on his tongue. It felt like he was able to slice through the air.

[weilongfu]

Guys help.

I still haven't finished my first TKA fic and now I'm thinking of a new Gao Yingjie/Qiao Yifan band!AU fic where they originally started a band with just the two of them called Kind Tree and they used to sing all these really soft duet ballads. Then they got signed to Tiny Herb Records with Wang Jiexi and then Jiexi adds all these other members to improve the band and then thinks Yifan isn't working out in the band anymore and kicks Yifan out. But some how at a cafe, singing the old songs he wrote with Yingjie, Yifan gets noticed by the former lead singer of One Autumn Leaf, Ye Qiu...

[emisfritish]

2020 Creator Wrap: Favorite Works

 Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Okay guys, so I was tagged by... nobody ^^ But I shamelessly stole this from another fandom and I think it’s such a cool idea. So time for all of you guys to flex ! I’ll start, and please don’t hesitate to continue the chain and share your work, because we have some amazing creators in this fandom and it’s be a shame to not recognize that.

I don’t know that any of those classify as “amazing things brought into the world”, but for what it’s worth here are 5 of my favourite creations for this year (and man this is difficult) : 

1- I’ll Try Every way (Sarawat/Tine) - The fic that got me back into writing, the fic that I wrote in like... 2 days because of my obsession with this show and the love these two share, and the fic that allowed me to meet so many people. For that alone (and because it’ll always have a soft spot in my heart), it deserves a spot here. 

2- All the Sudden I Fear (Kang Gook/Han Tae Joo) - I had such a specific vision in my head about how I wanted this entire fic to happen and it’s one of the only ones where I had such a vivid image, and I managed to put that into text exactly the way I envisionned it. It was also the first fic I wrote outside of the 2gether fandom after getting back into writing, and to this day I really like it.

3- Our Gift to the World Series (Pang/Wave) - Still ongoing so I hesitated in putting it there, but it’ll be finished by the end of 2020, so we’re doing this ! One of those stories has one of my favourite lines I’ve written. Also I loved challending myself to write for characters where I feel like I don’t have their voices down as much as I did for Sarawat/Tine and to write one fic a week... And while that part failed spectacularly, I’m still pretty proud of the result so far ^^

4- Home is an Irrevocable Condition (Sarawat/Tine) : I hesitated between this one and A Renewable Ressource, but ultimately this one won out because I’m soft for the hurt/comfort trope. It was really nice writing a Sarawat that is less confident than what we see on the show and delving into another part of their relationship and I just really like this one :) 

5- The Risk it Took to Blossom (Sarawat/Tine) : Hands down my favourite fic I wrote in this fandom I think. Tine’s insecurities was an issue that I really wanted to delve into and I loved being able to explore that. I also poured so much of myself in this, it has to be the most personal fic I wrote. So yeah... The risk it took to blossom is probably my 2020 Queen. 

I tag some of my favourite creators : @yihwas @brightwin @florbexter @asianmelodrama @petekaos @ficklefackle @earthfluuke @gunsatthaphan @wavelovespang @tawanv @wjmild @curlykytta @fiat-pattadon @pallyson @thingskateknows @oh-aew @taytawan @1akorn @sarawatism @owentodawn and everyone else I’ve surely forgotten that wants to share some of their creations with the world :) 

Whether you guys are fic writers, gif makers, text posters, or crazy talented people that do all three, I can’t wait to see which works you show us !

[shijiujun]

love in the dark | 2,189 words | TangFei

It’s the second time in three years they’re in this situation — stuck in a lift and sitting close to each other on the floor as they await rescue. Tang Yi can’t bring himself to hate it, because Shao Fei is here by his side, just like he was three years ago.

(an excuse just to briefly write chaotic but competent secretary!shao fei and also a tang yi who lets shao fei take care of him without much thought, for once)

--

For @florbexter ‘s July collection - Out of Order and taking one of her prompts out from her list! As always, flor is a hard carry for the Trapped fandom <3

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“… you really should stop having coke in the morning so often,” Tang Yi says, looking at the man seated opposite him at the dining table with obvious disapproval. “Give me that.”

The man in question looks up suspiciously, then hugs the can of coke to himself, “You said I could have anything!”

Tang Yi opens his mouth to refute him, but Shao Fei, with his wide, innocent-looking eyes, is staring at Tang Yi as if he cannot believe that the man will go back on his word.

“I know I said I would fulfil a request of yours for inking that difficult deal on my behalf, but… don’t you want something else? New interns? A new car? How about a new coffee machine for the secretary’s pantry? Or even a few more suits? The last one is a good idea. You haven’t gone for a fitting in a while and there are a few new batches of prints for the autumn collection-“

“Tang Yi, it’s just one can of coke, I’m not even drinking a bottle,” Shao Fei interrupts with a frown.

“And no, I don’t want new interns because you hate having to deal with them and I don’t want to end up babysitting them either. Why would I need a car? Wherever you go, I go. Coffee machine? You buy a new one and I give it a week before Jack and Zhao Zi have it shifted to some other floor for themselves. I’ve got all the clothes I need. You won’t deny me this guilty pleasure, right? Tang Yi! Ah Yi, Xiao Yi Yi~”

He’s not wrong on any count. As always, Tang Yi finds that in front of one Meng Shao Fei, there’s really nothing that he wouldn’t give him. However, they’ve known each other for the better part of three years, and it really doesn’t hurt to try.

How long has Shao Fei been his secretary now? Almost three years in two months, Tang Yi notes.

And to think that Tang Yi was so resistant towards the idea of having a secretary and personal assistant for years, having a huge dislike for strangers following him that closely.

Now, Tang Yi and Shao Fei spend almost every hour together — working in the same office, staying in the same house, going on holidays, and hanging out lazily on the couch on off days among other things.

“Okay, just this once,” Tang Yi acquiesces, then reaches for Shao Fei’s mouth with his hand, his thumb wiping away at the remnants of coke on his lips.

Shao Fei doesn’t pay Tang Yi’s touch any mind, almost leaning imperceptibly into it as his attention is captured by the incoming messages on his phone.

“Hmm, we’ve got to go soon, Bai-zong is arriving at the airport early and I think he’ll make his way straight to us to talk over the deal,” he says, quickly firing off some replies to the messages he’s reading. “That gives us an extra hour before lunch, which means you’ll be able to attend that mini party going on in the marketing department? It’ll be good to turn up and show that you actually care about your employees…”

“I do care about all my employees,” Tang Yi returns dryly, getting to his feet. “Did you get the gifts for Bai-zong and also Xiao Man’s farewell party?”

His secretary looks up, a little affronted at the insinuation that he’s not fully prepared, “Of course! Tang Yi, how can you doubt me-“

“Alright, just get ready,” Tang Yi smiles, touching a knuckle to Shao Fei’s cheek in mock-admonishment.

===

Everyone is fond of Shao Fei, even though he’s not the type of character that most people will think of first when they look at the secretary role. Shao Fei is loud, boisterous, and sometimes even impulsive, creating trouble for Tang Yi when he’s not looking. It’s always the minor things though, like tripping over his own feet and dropping a tray of hot coffee onto his very expensive rugs once, or getting mad at a potential client for harassing Tang Yi.

Since Shao Fei assumed the role however, Tang Yi has to say there has not yet been a single misfiled document, late reply to an email or forgotten appointments. He’s also getting less complaints from his employees as a whole because Shao Fei is pretty much a guard at his door, fielding important requests from ridiculous ones. And since Shao Fei actually is a black belt in both Judo and Taekwondo, he plays the role of Tang Yi’s bodyguard from time to time if the situation calls for it.

Tang Yi remembers all of his employees’ names because this is his company, after all, but Shao Fei knows everyone. He speaks to every person they come across, and even when Ke-shu, the janitor that’s in charge of cleaning Tang Yi’s office and Shao Fei’s desk, comes in every morning to take out the trash, Shao Fei ends up chatting with him, asking after his granddaughter and if his knee is feeling better.

Shao Fei took a week off once, and it was only then Tang Yi realized just how much work he was handling.

“When are we flying to Beijing again?” asks Tang Yi, stepping into the lift.

“Next Thursday,” Shao Fei replies without even pausing. “I’ve already booked the tickets.”

It has been a while since the both of them took a break, and Tang Yi says so after some consideration, “We’ve got a bit of time this month right? Let’s extend the trip by a day or two.”

“Hmm… we could,” Shao Fei agrees carefully, his mind running through the meetings he has to reschedule if they do that. “Nothing important in the days after that inspection with the team in Beijing-“

He’s cut off when the elevator suddenly shakes with a loud scratching noise from the outside, and almost falling to the side if Tang Yi did not grab for him. The lights flicker on and off several times before the lift comes to a complete stop, and they’re plunged into darkness.

Shao Fei draws Tang Yi in unconsciously with one hand while the other pats at his pocket for his phone.

“You okay?” he asks, his hand sliding across Tang Yi’s back.

“… yeah, I’m good,” Tang Yi replies.

He tries to sound as nonchalant and steady as possible, but his voice still shakes a little. Shao Fei catches that tiny detail, and without another word, he brings the both of them to the corner of the lift next to the lift buttons and hits at the correct one to ring for help.

Tang Yi isn’t fond of enclosed spaces, and certainly not spaces that do not have light.

After communicating with the security guards in the building that he and Tang Yi are stuck in the lift, all they can do is wait for help. With that done, Shao Fei switches the flashlight on his phone on and leaves it on the floor so the entire lift is illuminated.

Looking at Tang Yi finally, Shao Fei frowns, noting how tightly wound up Tang Yi is against him. With any luck they’ll be out of here in another couple of hours, so he lowers himself and Tang Yi to the ground to sit.

“This reminds me of our first meeting,” Shao Fei chuckles, encircling Tang Yi’s waist with both arms. “We were stuck in a lift together too like this, do you remember? I can’t believe the both of us have the luck to be stuck here together, again.”

“… of course I remember,” Tang Yi exhales, letting himself lean into Shao Fei entirely and consciously forcing his fists to unclench. Then, “I really should get the lifts changed. Breaking down twice in three years?”

“That’s not too bad,” Shao Fei murmurs, resting his chin on Tang Yi’s nearest shoulder. “If we didn’t get stuck together three years ago, you wouldn’t have gotten the chance to know me and then you’d be down a secretary!”

After a short moment, Tang Yi laughs, “You mean when you nagged at me until I gave you a job?”

Shao Fei rolls his eyes, the banter on this subject familiar to him.

Now that he thinks about it, it’s a miracle and a half that they are here today, all because of a malfunctioning lift then.

The scene was almost identical to the current one. He was rushing for an interview in Shi Hai Corporation’s public relations department when the lift broke down, and it would be a few months later that Shao Fei found out why Tang Yi is so afraid of the dark and small, closet-sized spaces.

Then, however, Shao Fei began talking away to the handsome man crouched stiffly on the floor next to him, trying to distract him as much as possible, not knowing that this was the CEO of the company he was interviewing for. At the end of the whole ordeal, Tang Yi knew so much about Shao Fei that it would have been comical, if not for how much he hated the lack of light and fresh air in that metal box they used for vertical transportation.

When they finally got out, Shao Fei obviously missed his interview time by a few hours and with a soft sigh, he stuffed his printed resume into his bag and headed home instead.

Who knew that Tang Yi would give him a call himself a day later and ask if he was still in need of a job?

Half a year into his role, Shao Fei broke his arm protecting Tang Yi from an almost car accident, and Tang Yi forcibly moved him into his mansion.

He moved into Tang Yi’s house, into his bed and then into his heart and soul — and Shao Fei hasn’t left since.

“Don’t be afraid,” Shao Fei murmurs into his ear, and Tang Yi likes this even more than the previous experience he had with Shao Fei here, because today he’s being unabashedly held in Shao Fei’s arms. “You have me! Hold out just for a bit more.”

His heart aches for Tang Yi, and not for the first time, Shao Fei wonders if it’s acceptable to run to Yilan and sock Tang Yi’s foster father - from before Tang Yi found Tang Guo Dong, his adoptive father - in both the eyes and the nose for being cruel to a young, defenseless child then.

“Mnn,” Tang Yi nods in agreement, turning a little to look at Shao Fei. “I have you.”

Shao Fei’s phone finally runs out of battery less than an hour later and they sit for a while longer in absolute darkness, but the irrational fear that usually comes is absent today for some reason. Feeling the warmth of Shao Fei’s body around his and his arms hugging him so tightly, Tang Yi wonders if this is why he feels so anchored and safe.

They don’t have to wait too long for rescue. Hearing the metallic, loud clangs of equipment against the exterior of the lift, one moment they’re shrouded in darkness and the next, the door is pried open, allowing light to flood their surroundings.

Tang Yi’s eyes can barely open against the glare of the bright sunlight as his vision adjusts accordingly.

“Tang-zong! Meng-mishu! Are you both okay?” one of their staff asks, frantic as he stands behind the two firefighters trying to get them out.

“Trust the both of you to get stuck in a lift together again,” Jack is there too, and somehow that head of flaming red hair has never looked as welcoming as it does now. “The both of you okay?”

“We’re good,” Shao Fei answers next to him. Then to Tang Yi, “Tang Yi, let’s go!”

Tang Yi can only stare as Shao Fei offers his hand to him, his lovely smile so bright and his body almost glowing, bathed in the morning sunlight before Tang Yi’s eyes.

Ah, he thinks to himself, this is why.

Paying their audience no mind, Tang Yi puts his hand in Shao Fei’s, and uses the grip to tug Shao Fei in. Kissing him in front of prying eyes softly, tenderly.

“… what’s that for?” Shao Fei asks when they pull apart, his cheeks dusted with pink.

It’s not like their relationship is a secret at the company, but they’re not all that public with their affection for each other either.

“Nothing, just… I love you,” Tang Yi smiles back.

A few of their staff, including Jack, are gathered to watch them get rescued, and at the display of affection, plenty of ‘awwws’ and ‘oooohs’ go around. Jack opens his mouth to tease, as is expected of him, and Tang Yi chooses that moment to glare at him.

“Say one word and you can go without your bonus this year.”

Next to him, Shao Fei cannot help but burst out into mirthful laughter, his hand interlaced with Tang Yi’s.

Indeed, there is nothing to fear, not even the dark itself-

-as long as Shao Fei continues being his light.

==

Notes:

*zong from 总裁 - CEO *mishu from 秘书 － secretary

[saifahname]

hyello! my @gawincaskeyy​ tagged me in this handwriting thing. thank you so much arch, muah <3

Rules:

You must write

numbers 0 - 9

latin alphabet in upper and lower case

the quote “the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog”

a quote, lyrics, etc

who you are tagging

tagging (more like wanted to give them quick shout-outs for being amazing humans) @bl-crossingtheline​ @chanagun​ @decadentdeerpolice​ @audoldends​ @florbexter​ @thatkdramatho​

[yioh]

Who are your favourite writers and why? Can be both published authors or ones here on tumblr! I just love hearing about the kind of writing people like, feel like it’s insightful lol (wishing all the sunlight for u!)

heyo nonnie :)🌸🍨🐰🌸🍨🐰🌸

ok to be fair ...... im Really bad at reading, im much more of a visual person and prefer to watch stuff over reading (unless im in the zone.... fnfmcjdk) so i dont reeeeeaally have a wide variety to choose from but some authors that actually managed to grip my brain which is usually in lala land are

benjamin alire sáenz ( pretty words i lik)

jandy nelson ( i'll give you the sun was incredible and broke my heart and im like 3/4 through the book but it broke me so hard and beautifully i have yet to pick it back up but .... soon )

ok im gonna sound pretentious snobby with this one but haruki murakami ... my friend used to really like his books when i was younger and she was very into literature and i loved talking to her so i decided to read some of his books and half the time i had no idea what was going on ???? i was like 15 lol but theres just certain scened that have forever stayed in my mind ? like kafka in the bus to the library after running away from home, i imagine the sun to be leaking in and him looking into the distance of his not-home home fades smaller, or in after dark when mc lady stayed up all night at a coffee shop with a massive book reading and talking about life to random people because she didn't want to go home ... idk theres just certain images that stuck with me ...

@gaysarawat rahul's writing is honestly....... healing, his jc fic REVIVED me as i read it at 7am in the morning, freshly bitter after finishing mdzs because i wanted more jc and wy lol it was so beautiful... also his POEMS ???? ive never been a poem person i never rly got it lol it just usually felt like lots of words in a hard-to-understand format but jesus rahul's poems are BEAUTIFUL, the story they tell is ... just .... ahhhh indescribable PLEASE check them out it at @uprootedgods made me cry lol

@florbexter flor's ficlets are So GOOD i love it when we are in the same fandom and i get to read ur lobely writing :^)

i rly need to start reading more lol

anonymously (or not) ask me any question you’d like to know about me

[florbexter]

ThamePo??

Tag: po is rockstar bait 🤣😭

I changed it to celebrity bait ;)

rock my heart [AO3]

When Po arrived at the event, the red carpet was still in full swing. He was quickly ushered inside the building through the side entrance. Someone pushed his media tag into his hand with a “Hi P’Po,” and he waved at a bunch of servers clad in black suits, who waved back. He walked through the corridor towards another big door, nodded at a security guard who just tilted his head at him, and then entered the main event area.

“Hey Po!” Another journalist patted him on the back in passing before moving on to the lavishly decorated front gate where the red carpet ended, and the celebrities entered.

They were always the same people at these events, Po mused and checked if his media tag was still around his neck. The behind-the-scenes circle was a small one.

He took one of his cameras out of his bag to take a few pictures of the location in general. It was beautifully decorated, with big, lush flowers everywhere an ocean of blues, azures and turquoise. This charity event was one of many leading up to the award season and the marketing team was a bit stretched thin. But Po had no problem shooting material for MARS social media channels as well as helping to get a little vlog together.

“That’s a nice camera.”

Po looked up then to the side and was confronted with a bright smile from a handsome gentleman in a suit next to him.

“Eh, thank you,” Po answered with a smile and bowed slightly. He knew that face from somewhere. An actor most likely.

“Are you here for work?”

Po nodded, but before he could answer verbally someone grabbed him by the elbow and steered him away.

“So sorry!” Jun said with a bright smile towards the man they left behind with a confused look. “We’re incredibly busy!”

“Jun. What the heck,” Po complained. “That was rude.”

“Yeah, sure. You’re here for five minutes and already causing trouble.”

“Trouble?” Po pushed Jun’s hand away. He had no idea what that man was talking about. “Shouldn’t you be at rehearsal?”

“We’re already done. We’ve been here for two hours already. Was that Pear Natawat you helped out of her car?”

Po blinked. “Who?”

Jun rolled his eyes at him. “You held the door open for the rising star in the Thai film industry, but yes, who?”

Before Po could answer, or bonk Jun on the head, another member of MARS slid up to them.

“Okay, good, you found him.”

Nano smiled up at Po, a vision in turquoise glitter and low-rising jeans. Even the west he wore, made from tiny white feathers glittered.

“Hey,” Po said, and Nano blew him a kiss.

“The front singer from Black Mirrors is looking,” Jun whispered, “do that thing with your arm.”

“Me?” Po asked but Nano had already slid his arm through his and smiled sweetly towards a group of men and women dressed in the same theme who stood around a table.

“Why are you flanking me like bodyguards?” Po asked.

“Damage control,” Jun said which figured because if he would give Po a straightforward answer it would be because Pepper stood behind him and made him.

“Why would—Nano what are you doing?” Po tried to turn but Jun already looked behind him where Nano had started to pat down his butt, but instead of helping he just said: “Good. You found something?”

“Nope,” Nano said with a bright smile and maybe Po had hit his head against the door and was on his way to the hospital with a headwound.

 “Just ignore us, do your little job,” Jun said and one day, Po swore, he would shove him into oncoming traffic.

His little job? Sure. He would do his little job.

“Jun,” he said and pointed his camera too close to Jun’s face. “Why don’t you tell us about your unhealthy Labubu obsession?”

“Oh, they’re so cute,” Nano piped in and because he was Po’s favourite, Po took a few steps back and filmed something close to a glam shot for Nano.

“They’re an investment,” Jun hissed in the background and Po just smiled.

Whatever was going on, Pepper and Dylan seemed part of it. After Nano had gotten his various shots in front of the decorations, they said their ‘shift’ was over and Pepper and Dylan took over.

“Shouldn’t I know what this is about?”, Po asked exasperated, but Pepper just smiled serenely at him. Dylan hadn’t even heard him because he was busy scowling at someone or something, but Po didn’t have the heart to tell him that had the same effect as a bunny frowning.

They left him half an hour before they were supposed to be on stage. The concert was, as always, a huge success and in this smaller setting Po got some candid shots of the MARS members interacting on stage. He was going to get Nano forcing Pepper to twerk on the vlog as if his life depended on it.

+

“Tired?”

Thame’s arm snaked around his shoulders when Po stretched and yawned.

“Hey.” Po took his headphones off. Thame sighed tiredly into his neck. “How was the rest of the evening?”

“A lot,” Thame mumbled against his shoulder, “you know how Mick wants us to appear in some dramas? He made us butter up to some producers.”

Po looked at the clock on his computer. It was almost 2 am.

“Have you worked up until now?” Thame pulled him from his desk and onto the couch.

“Yeah. I want the vlog ready as soon as possible.”

“The most hardworking member of MARS,” Thame said and looked at him with tired eyes while he leaned with his head on the couch, ready to fall asleep immediately.

Po snorted and mirrored his position. He brushed a strand of hair from Thame’s face.

“Do you want to tell me why the others hovered over me like helicopter parents all evening?”

Thame smiled with closed eyes.

“They say I pout too much.”

“Pout about what?”

His eyes were still closed and Po watched with a raised brow how Thame patted down his thigh, towards his butt and then pulled something out of his back pocket.

A business card.

“I have no idea how it got there,” Po said confused. He hadn’t gotten close to people at the concert. Or so he thought. He had spoken to some in passing but that had been it. Hadn’t it?

Thame threw the card on the ground and grabbed him by his legs to pull him up on his lap. “That’s why I think you need an assistant, someone who knows how to kick people and look mean.”

Po laughed and hugged Thame’s head to his chest. “Only you think the whole Thai celebrity world wants a piece of me.”

Thame mumbled something against his sternum that he couldn’t make out, but he felt the yawn, so he let himself fall back and took Thame with him. Wouldn’t be the first time they fell asleep on their couch.

[ctl-yuejie]

CTL!!!! Sarawatine are so!!!! I squealed through the episode gosh! Also how funny that Sarawats plan to lessen Tine's stage fright was coming up with a screenplay?? XD Tine's face "Now I also have to imagine being an actor what?"

first of all thank you for alerting me to your ask, because tumblr for some reason doesn’t give me any hint on new asks anymore...

I really enjoyed thems so much!! I was a little bit upset we cut away so quicky from their cuddling on the sofa.

And I am happy to have been proven correct that Tine is a sly bastard that totally knows how to innocently push the right buttons to entice Sarawat even more.

So happy with them, cannot wait to get that soft boyfriend content.

[sailormurkury]

Aight so...

As I stated last Wednesday, I held my judgements to tonight. 

I’m conflicted, yet frustrated with this ending. I may or may not write a bit longer on my frustrations with the finale later this week. In the meantime, I already know @weilongfu​ @florbexter​ and many others have some fix-its on the horizon.

[h3trappedcollection]

The Reversed Role Collection is now open!

Theme:

Shao Fei and Zhao Zi in the Mafia, Tang Yi as a detective? The roles are switched in May and June.

Rules:

The story/art should have the theme in it, in whatever shape or form

Fanart & Fanfiction are welcome

As always you’re more than welcome to put an already published fic into the collection

If you need an AO3 account, hit me up, I have some invitation links laying around

All genres are allowed, but please stick to the theme

Multi-chaptered, short, long, One-Shots are all welcome

If you don’t want your work cross-posted on tumblr/twitter please either write to me (on tumblr or via florbexter@gmail.com) or state it in your work

[weilongfu]

Wei’s 2020 Roundup

2020 was a long year (understatement of the century) and I did a number of things and did not do a number of things. A large portion of it was held up by academic responsibilities (papers and dissertations which are still ongoing despite defending) and the onset of the current global situation. But really, I feel like that’s enough depressing things so let’s get on to the happier things worth mentioning.

This year on AO3, I published approx 90+ new fics (exact number unclear, especially counting prompt fills). I wrote for many new fandoms and I’m very thankful for everyone that enjoyed my fics and felt so strongly as to leave a comment or kudos on them. Thank you for your encouragement and I hope that the new year will mean I can bring you more new things that you will enjoy. And maybe actually reduce my WIP folder instead of just adding to it. 

Works from 2020 that I’m proud of: The name etched on my chest (the one you forgot) - HIStory 3 Trapped, Jack/Zhao Zi Wish in ways long forgotten - Mystic Pop-up Bar Rich boy Demigods and the Collective Unconscious - Multiple Thai BL crossover The Dryad’s Blood - My Engineer, RamKing (Re)Write your own fate - WHY R U, SaifahZon Ship it like binary stars - HIStory 3 MODC, Hao Ting/Xi Gu

I also failed on my part of the HIStory 3 translation project with @stebeee , of which I am very sorry that I did not pull through. I definitely let myself get way in over my head not only learning Chinese, but also attempting to learn Traditional Chinese at the same time.

Min, I’m very sorry to have been a very poor partner. T^T 

These things aired, please allow me to thank all of you who have been good friends, followers, and more this year. Even if you aren’t tagged, please know that if you follow me and constantly show up in my notifications, I see you, I acknowledge you, and I appreciate you. And if you’ve mentioned me in a post before that I didn’t reply to, I’m sorry it slipped by me, but I appreciate it all the same. @sarah-yyy @stebeee @earthfluuke @thewickling @audoldends @ohdrey89 @florbexter @randomingoftherandomness @jordayyy @chanagun @thanatsarans @so-much-yet-to-learn @ctl-yuejie @ladymusashi 

While we’re here, I raise my glass to andwebegin. I sill miss you Andy, I hope we get back in touch one day. <3

Thank you everyone for making 2020 bearable, if not at least good enough, and I look forward to seeing everyone in 2021.

(I say this as if I’m not going to be trawling through this hell site as this year ticks over into 2021.)

[supernatural-gleek]

Ive been tagged by the lovely @isthisatlantis​ :) thank you <3 sorry for doing this a bit late

➤ Choices

Indoor plants or gardens

Cloud-watching or star-gazing

Water or fire

Paperback or hardcover

Running or hiking

Sleeping with socks or without socks

Fruits or vegetables

Hanging plants or succulents

Dark wood or light wood

Handwritten or typed

Instagram or Pinterest

Braids or pigtails

DC or MARVEL

Books or movies

Oceans or meadows

Forests or fields

Sweet or salty

Ice cream or chocolate

Hoodies or sweaters

Long hair or short hair

Piercings or tattoos

Summer or winter

Boots or sneakers

Cars or motorcycles

Curls or straight hair

Castles or cottages

Sunny days or storms

Reptiles or birds

Disney or Nickelodeon

Strawberries or watermelon

Essays or posters

Phone or laptop

Glass or stone

Dark or light

Photos or paintings

Circuses or theatres

Reading or writing

Dogs or cats

Poetry or novels

Monsters or ghosts

Thrift shops or libraries

Fiction or non-fiction

➤ I tag: @dimpled-rapper-stan​, @florbexter​, @aesukhia​ and whoever wants to do this :) if you’ve already done this or dont wanna do this thats fine too :)

[audoldends]

Tagged by @randomingoftherandomness ily gab 💜

Apparently my birth name (which I’m toying with changing tbh) has the aesthetic is blood, diamonds, and pastels, like rich heiress murderer vibe. Which I’m okay with. I’m an April baby so my birth stone is diamonds but I actually not a huge fan of the the Swarovski crystal type diamonds a la the eggs and toast picture. My new room is gonna be a black and pink pastel theme and I love true crime. As I’m writing this I’m realizing this is more accurate than I thought oh dear....

Tagging @florbexter @psygull @sluttynewwiee @fkyb @yihwas @sarawatine @whyamistillwatchingtheseshows

[lazygeisha]

tagged by @thewickling for “wick wips” - thank you for thinking of me! 💖 I don’t really write anymore as it seems my muse has left me, probably backpacking around Europe getting drunk and partying- lucky muse. I feel horrible that I’ve left an unfinished story over at AO3, but apparently not horrible enough to force myself to finish it. 

I *would* however, like to someday finish this ChuxGuo WIP I have on my computer, if only for myself because I have NO idea if anyone reads or ships ChuxGuo anymore - I will love them forever, but I’m weird.

“A Little Less Conversation. Perfect.” slightly long excerpt:

The door opened in the middle of Guo’s second knock, the hand poised to rap again snatched to pull him inside. Chu Ge’s warm, gentle smile was enhanced by the soft glow of candlelight illuminating the apartment; so many candles were lit, he’d have suspected a power failure if he hadn’t seen the hall light working perfectly. His boyfriend’s outfit was different than the usual clothing he wore; snugger if that were possible, the not-quite-buttoned button up shirt showing off more of his chest than the normal tank top.

“Hi.” The word was spoken softly, seductively, prequel to a lingering kiss which left them both a little dazed, despite several months of dating and innumerable kisses. “Mmmm... Are you hungry?” When those words were spoken like that, growled into the kiss, it felt like there was more to that question than was asked, the breathy “uh huh” an answer to the underlying question.

“Confess, how many cookies did you eat?” Chu seemed to enjoy the flush creeping over his boyfriend’s face. “Two.” When the silence lingered, he sighed and admitted, “Five.” Guo Chang Cheng found himself pulled into an affectionate hug, an amusement-filled kiss pressed to his hair with words that sounded very much like “God, I love you” said so quietly he almost missed them. Startled, he pulled back enough to search Chu Ge’s face for any sign of sarcasm or joking. All he found was a pair of mocha eyes gazing back at him with adoration, sort of goofy tilt to his expressive lips. “Yeah, I do”, a hint of surprise in his voice.

~~~

He’d not meant to confess, he didn’t realise he’d slipped into love until his boyfriend tried to lie, badly, about his cookie intake. He’d never felt love for anyone before except his brother, hadn’t ever had the intensity of feeling like this, the urge to protect, to possess someone entirely, to make someone else happy no matter what it took. There was something in Guo Chang Cheng that triggered the urge to build a life with him, in that instant he recognized without hesitation that there would never be anyone more perfect for him, never be anyone who with a simple glance of those cinnamon eyes could reduce him to a mass of staggering want, make him think of a home… Children. He was sure his words were unexpected when disbelief shown on his boyfriend’s face, in a way that slightly hurt. He’d tried so hard to show him that he was loved, cared for, and yet he hadn’t seen it. Had fled to his safe, happy place to eat cookies and play with kittens, alone. “So, next time you’re hurt, come to me. Or take me with you. I like cookies and kittens too. But I love you.”

Xiao Guo moved his mouth to reply, nothing came out. Those gorgeous cinnamon eyes glittered with tears, some of which overflowed and slid down his face. Shu Zhi cupped his jaw with careful hands, brushing his thumbs to wipe away the moisture before pulling him in for another kiss. After a moment, he felt more than heard “I love you too” murmured on his lips, felt hands slide up to pull him deeper. Tongues teased languidly as if they had all the time in the world, small sounds of passion slipped out and echoed in the apartment, caresses exchanged; all of this wasn’t new; now, however, there was more than just desire fueling them.

Before it got out of hand, he kissed his way along his boyfriend’s jawline to lightly lick his ear. “I promised I’d feed you, so we need to stop.” Snorting at Xiao Guo’s grumble of dissatisfaction, he stepped out of his arms to pull him towards the sofa. “Luckily you’ve eaten five cookies so you won’t be starving. This isn’t actually really dinner, more of a demonstration.” He picked up a black piece of cloth off the sofa, holding it up. “You need to wear this.” Those glittering eyes widened in outright shock. “Um, what?” Chu repeated himself. “You. Need to wear. This. Trust me?” He cajoled, “Please?” when Chang Cheng paused, then gave a hesitant nod of the head.

He removed the ever-present shoulder bag, dropped it next to the sofa and turned him around. “Let me know if it’s too tight. I don’t want you to be able to see, okay?” Slipping on the blindfold, he tied a firm knot. “Good?” A quick nod in response. “Okay, sit here for a moment, don’t touch.” Chang Cheng was gently placed on the floor, back to the sofa. “I’ll be right back.”

~~~

He heard Chu Ge move off to do whatever, feeling a little weird with a black cloth covering half his face. Tonight was both wonderful and slightly strange. He was still buzzing with the confession, nerves thrumming with both the aftereffects of the kiss and the fact that he was sitting on the floor in literal blind trust while his boyfriend prepared him for something. All of that overlaid with a feeling of being home, wanted. Maybe he could finally work up the courage to take his clothes off.

The sound of returning footsteps alerted him to whatever was going to happen next, the thunk of plates being placed on the low table in front of him sounding louder in the silent room than it should.

“Okay, scootch up a bit.” Hands pushed him a little forward, he felt Chu Ge slip in and sit behind him, his legs bracketing his own body. “Comfy?” Comfy? Try turned on? Excited? Nervous? “Um... yeah.”

Whispers in his ear, accompanied by the graze of his boyfriend stubble sent shivers over his skin. “Good. Now, taste this.” He felt something cool and damp against his lips, scented lightly like peach. He opened them up to let his boyfriend slip it in, feeling a thumb brush his closed lips. “Chew and swallow, please.” The finger continued to caress his lips as he did as requested. “Try this.” Another cool, moist piece of peach was placed in his mouth, this one more fragrant, again asked to chew and swallow. “Which one was better, Xiao Guo? First or second?”

Trying to speak was proving difficult. “Um, the second one. It was sweeter.” He felt arms come around him and hug him quickly. “Good, good. Now try this.” A small, round object was placed at his lips. “Open.” Blueberry. Again another round object was placed against his lips, smaller this time, again was requested to taste it. “Which one did you like more? One or two?” Chu Ge seemed very happy that his answer was two, it earned him a kiss on the temple.

And so it went for the next few minutes; asparagus, shrimp, strawberries, raspberries. Each time a request for Xiao Guo to tell him which tasted better, each time a reward for the ‘right’ answer. Finally, the blindfold was removed and Chang Cheng blinked at the soft candlelight, re-accustoming his eyes to the room. In front of him on the low table were all the things he’d sampled, two of each kind, one larger than the other. He turned questioning eyes on his boyfriend, saw a slow smile steal across his lips. “Every single time, Xiao Guo, you chose the smaller one. You said the smaller one tasted better. Do you understand now that bigger isn’t always better?” Chu Shi Zhi stood up, pulled him to his feet, wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, mocha eyes gazing into cinnamon ones. “Smaller things are as good, if not often better, love, than larger things. That idiot in gym class couldn’t appreciate you for you. It sucks for him and I’m sorry he hurt you, but I’m happy for me that I grabbed you and he didn’t.”

Xiao Guo gave up even trying to hold back the tears. Unable to express his overwhelming emotions, he simply clung to his boyfriend like he was the only thing keeping him alive and let them flow. Soothing hands swept up and down his spine, calming, reassuring; utterances of love and comfort washing over him, easing the storm. Finally, he relaxed, mumbling quiet apologies into Chu Ge’s shoulder. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to turn into a mess.”

He felt a small kiss on his forehead. “It’s fine, don’t be upset. You know I had an ulterior motive for this, right?” His boyfriend wiggled his eyebrows in what was supposed to be a provocative way. “Ugh, please don’t do that, you look like Chief Zhao when you do that and it kinda kills the mood.” He did not want to think about his boss when he was contemplating getting naked with his boyfriend.

tagging @mansikkaomenabanaani, @darkice712, @theswiftiewholived, @florbexter 

NONE of you have to do it, but I am curious about your WIPs.