#hazers pull through hazers

[mezzoloth]

save me jelle’s marble runs

[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch (SOTUS) 2/5

Since so many people voted for the two blacklisted shows I was supposed to watch during Pride, it unlocked the wild card of me rewatching my sworn enemy SOTUS. I don't remember anything about the show, and the only thing I truly took away from it was hating Krist for the last eight years, so I'm settling in and revisiting the past to figure out why I forgot about every single plot point of this show including that Jan was in it and that Kongpob x M were the perfect ghost ship.

I left off praying that Arthit gets meaner before he gets nicer, which I consider as getting better before he gets worse, but since I'm getting Dangerous Romance flashbacks flash forwards, I doubt Arthit can commit to bullying Kong much longer before he turns full simp.

How am I not supposed to root for Kong x M when M looks so devastated every time Kong leaves his side to go talk to May. I know M likes May, but the way these scenes are set up, it's hard not to think that M likes Kong and he is in pain when everyone else gets his friend's time since he has known Kong SINCE JUNIOR HIGH!

Thrilled that Wad is always ready to lay hands first and ask questions later. Also excited that he is motivated by pettiness just like me, so the only reason he is playing in the tea product placement game is just to spite the seniors. Petty work makes the dream work. Amen.

The pink milk in this series needs to be studied because on one end of the spectrum, we in BL Land know the pink milk is a staple of a Thai BL (which is slowly coming back in Last Twilight, Only Friends, Addicted Heroin and I Saw You in My Dream), but on the other end, the show itself treats the pink milk like those dumb hot takes from people asking if drinking fruity cocktails makes a man a fruit, or if sucking on popsicles makes a man want to suck a dick, or if eating food in general makes a man queer. It just feels as if this show treats Arthit that way every time he orders it, like "GOTCHA, QUEER!"

If I were that food vendor, and Kong started popping out with these little nuggets while Arthit just kept threatening him, their business would be all up in the group chat because I'd be messaging all my friends that these two gay guys were practically foreplaying right in front of my salad pork skewers.

So of course Arthit would show up to the game just to stand there and glare at a man drenched in sweat from playing a hard game of basketball like the internalized-homophobic asshat he is.

God, some things never change.

WE GOT COCA-COLA MONEY?!

I gasped not because of the note on this conversation but because of the comment coming from AN OPENLY GAY MAN on the hazers squad. I am not Thai, so the only way I can relate to the hazers is through Greek life (fraternities and sororities), and even a long long time ago, I knew openly gay men in frats, and they pulled ALL the girls since girls felt safer around them than the straights, but the look Prem and Arthit are giving Tuta when he says this is what I'm laser-focused on because they show toleration rather than acceptance. I'm taking those looks personally.

Arthit continues to say Kong's face is annoying, but he never says it's ugly. Sir, I see your gay awakening on the horizon.

AND M WITH THE FUCKING LOOKS AGAIN! He is looking at Kong on stage then looking at May looking at Kong on the stage, and I know where this is going, but my god does it feel like M is sad because he believes Kong is straight and wouldn't reciprocate the feelings he has for his best friend SINCE JUNIOR HIGH!

I have made it clear that I do not like Krist (I believe his acting is flimsy but I can't even act like I like people, so who am I to judge), but I don't think the people behind the filming of this show liked him either because these opening title cards between the parts of the episodes are doing him dirty.

Excuse me, little stage presenter, I need to know what the fuck was going on with this performance that they had a western theme with modern guns. Was it Big Sean's "I Don't Fuck With You"?

And why is Jan looking like Taylor Swift in "Teardrops On My Guitar"? This show was in 2016, but the styling and hair are in 2003.

Now the judges are coming for Kong, and Lord knows he is going to answer in the most uncontroversial way because Kong refuses to pick a side against hazing and the boy he likes being punished by.

*eye roll* I did not think I'd make it here this quickly, but I'm on Arthit's side because Kong IS annoying. Jan's character looks full-on Stockholm Syndrome into the camera when Kong is answering, yet homeboy is just over there giving the most ridiculous reason of "our hazers have their reasons for hazing us" and now I see the direct line to GMMTV forgiving parents for abuse (Double Savage!).

Kong can play basketball really well. He remembers everyone's name. The whole class wanted him to be president. He is great in school. Now he is the Freshy Moon. Marsha, Marsha, Marsha. I hate this kid.

M, my most beloved, now I see why you're quiet a lot.

I appreciate M for also stating that Kong is just great at everything without trying, but it also feels that he is hyping up his boy because he has been IN LOVE WITH HIS SINCE JUNIOR HIGH!

In a room full of people, only Kong notices that M is unhappy, and now I see the direct they-are-married-but-not-a-couple line to Peaceful Property. New understands these roles well.

THE QUESTIONS THAT NEED ANSWERS! Can you run 54 laps, Arthit? Can you squat 200 times, Prem? These freshmen won everything, yet Arthit is still being a dickwad, and he just got his ass off of school probation. Bold move, sir! I want the juniors to suffer. Except for Bright. My boy has never done anything wrong, and if he did, he didn't.

I saw an umbrella in The Ex-Morning pilot trailer, and if that show doesn't give me a scene of these two arguing in the rain over the dumbest shit, then what is the point?

All those people watching Arthit, and none of his boys could run with him? If the purpose of hazing is unity, obviously the juniors didn't get that memo when they were being hazed as freshmen, so why continue the traditions that they don't even abide by?! Arthit is better than me because I would have crawled my ass back to my dorm before accepting their help SINCE THEY DIDN'T EVEN RUN LAPS! And now this little freshman wants to be up in his face. What's the point of the umbrella now?! He is a boy in a BL who has been in the rain for hours. HE IS ALREADY GOING TO DIE NO THANKS TO YOU UNHELPFUL DOUCHE NOZZLES!

I was just on Arthit's side, but then the show decided to tell me that entire seniors-hazing-the-juniors thing was a setup, and mixed with most of the images on Arthit's door being black-and-white, and one of those images being Charles Manson's Rolling Stone cover, I'm back to hating him again. So in case anyone is still following along, I now hate both of the leads. Can I get M and Bright back?

Kong says several times that Arthit can punish him, then he irons Arthit's clothes. If this show would just lean into the kink of it all, I would embrace everything about it. If Kong could just be a masochist dom, I would be delighted. JAPAN, COME HERE RIGHT NOW! Fuck remaking Love in the Air! Remake this kinky shit instead!

This is what a sado sub looks likes and Japan would know exactly what to do with him. Now I'm mad that I'm watching the babygirl-fication of a perfectly good jerk.

Well hello there you two! You wanna make out before going to the hospital? Maybe keep it all a secret from everybody else? I'm so pissed that I can't remember this plot now because I don't think they will be a thing BUT THEY WOULD BE PERFECT!

And I'm still rooting for my boy M to get his best friend since unlike Arthit, M can at least acknowledge that his friend is pretty to his face. No internalized homophobia here but probably because M isn't even a homo. I've sailed ships with less.

😬🥴🙃 Thank you subtitler for keeping the word. It's important. So are the looks that I'm taking personally. And BRIGHT IS THE ONE TO SAY IT! So I like M now and only M. Everyone can eat dirt and choke.

Arthit's nickname means warmth? I'm starting to remember why I forgot this show. Like Celine Dion, "It's All Coming Back to Me Now"

And I hate it.

[thebroccolination]

THE SOTUS 8TH ANNIVERSARY KONGART FIC EXCHANGE

To celebrate the eighth anniversary of SOTUS, I organized a little fic exchange with some friends, and now that everything's been posted, here's a list of the seven fics! Remember to leave kudos and kind words, as fic writers cannot survive without them. (When in doubt, quoting your favorite lines to a writer feels better than being offered money.) <3

The Quietest Cog by Kiranokira for dekkaisdefyinggravity

teen+, 4.5k | post-canon, established relationship, domestic fluff, family bonding

While the Suthiluck family is occupied with a medical emergency, Arthit quietly supports them however he can.

Kongphob nuzzles Arthit’s shoulder, barely conscious. “P’Arthit?” The world shrinks to the warmth blooming through Arthit’s body from his heart and shoulder, connecting in the middle. Apinya watched them kiss at their wedding, but he still blushes while her younger brother cuddles his arm and sighs with contentment. “Even when you’re asleep you’re too much,” Arthit tells him without heat.

Around the Sun by dragons_and_angels for geckoholic

explicit, 10.3k | first time, penetrative sex, after-sex drop, mild hurt/comfort

Sometimes, no matter how much Kongpob plans something, it turns out differently than he expected.

"Stop smiling." "I didn't realise I was," Kongpob replied. "But P'Arthit just told me he wanted to have sex with me. How can I not be happy?" Arthit covered his pink face with his hands. "Why are you making us have this conversation?"

until i find your door, until the wind blows north by dekkaisdefyinggravity for itsmylifekay

general, 2.2k | missing scene, canon continuation, fluff

Arthit accompanies Kongphob through the airport on his way to Beijing.

“How did you-“ “-I have a ring sizer,” Kongphob is smiling with all his teeth, leaning in. “You’re a heavy sleeper when you drink with P'Bright.” He scoffs, wordless, and enjoys the way Kongphob doesn’t lean back out, “Creep.”

press your lips to the sculptures (surely you'll stay) by toomoon (jjjat3am) for Kiranokira

teen+, 8.7k | minor prem/wad, hurt/comfort, protective arthit, domestic fluff, minor violence, homophobic language

In Kongpob's second year and Arthit's fourth, they navigate the escalating tensions on campus as a new hazer takes his bullying too far. But they've got each other, and together there's not a lot they can't do. Now, if only they learned how to communicate properly.

“Of course, P’,” Dove says with false brightness. “I wouldn’t want to keep you.” Arthit strides past him with a stony expression, and Kongpob’s pretty sure he’s the only one who can sense the slight hesitation before Arthit’s hand wraps around Kongpob’s elbow, pulling him forward. As Arthit steers him away, Kongpob catches a glimpse of Dove’s reflection in a nearby window—eyes dark with simmering rage. A chill runs down Kongpob’s spine. This isn’t over, not by a long shot.

The Language of Your Scent by Kiranokira for dragons_and_angels

explicit, 9.1k | canon divergence, nontraditional omegaverse, lack of communication, emotional hurt/comfort, trust issues

A lie of omission snowballs into a divide that Kongphob will deeply regret.

“Just stop keeping things from me,” Arthit says, stroking Kongphob’s hair. It’s damp from the humidity and cold from the air conditioning, but Arthit is slowly warming him up again. “Any other shocks you want to throw at me?” Want to? “No, P’Arthit. Not at the moment.”

a moment of stupidity haunts me to this day by pancakelady for toomoon (jjjat3am)

teen+, 7.2k | minor prae/may, canon divergence, getting together, misunderstandings

Arthit was proud to work at Ocean Electric. He had been lucky to get hired there right after finishing university and was repaying them by being very dedicated to his job.

But now his loyalty to this company was being tested for the very first time. Because surely no job was so important that it was worth stooping low enough to accept assistance from Kongpob Suthiluck, Student ID 0062.

“Do you still like pink milk, P'Arthit?” Kongpob eventually asked. How the hell did he remember that? “No,” Arthit lied.

the dragon's keeper by itsmylifekay for pancakelady

teen+, 10k | alternate universe, fantasy, dragons, getting together

Kongpob is called as a potential candidate to be the next Rider. Traveling the Continent and helping others has always been a dream, so why does he keep getting so distracted by one of the dragon’s guards?

“Does anyone else know about it?” Arthit shakes his head. Kongpob’s smile grows even brighter. He lowers his voice and leans teasingly into Arthit’s space. “Does that mean I’m special, P’Arthit?”

[newtonsheffield]

Would Lavender Hazer Kate be jealous if some woman in her shop was hitting shamelessly on Anthony? How would she react?

Oh absolutely.

Especially after they’re together and Sophie’s client struck up a slightly flirty conversation with Anthony. And Anthony made polite conversation back and Kate knows it’s ridiculous to feel jealous. They live together, they’re definitely in a committed relationship, and Anthony’s not flirting back at all but still she can’t help the flicker of irritation that flashes through her.

Kate cleared her throat, dropping her machine for a second, wiping Anthony’s chest, letting her hand linger on his skin.

“I think I’d be able to get the angle better if I was here, Babe.”

The soft, content sound Anthony made as she straddled his waist brought a smug smile to her lips and his hands automatically settled on her hips, tugging her just a little closer out of habit.

“Mmm I like having you this close.” His voice was a little growl rough in her ear as she reached back over for her machine.

“If you’re a good boy I’ll be this close when we get home too.”

Anthony grinned at her Leaning closer until their lips were nearly touching, his voice a whisper. “Mark your territory then, Kitten.”

She pulled him down, capturing his lips with hers, nipping at him with her teeth while her tongue slipped against his and his hips bucked against her helplessly. Kate pulled back, humming a little smugly as Anthony leaned back against the chair.

“Go on. You know you want to.”

So she did, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his chest until an outline of her lipstick was sitting on his collarbone on the opposite side of the stencil she’d just laid. And the she got to work.

“Well.” Sophie’s client cleared her throat. “Didn’t realise tattoos with a happy ending were a thing.”

Sophie sighed, not even looking up. “Don’t worry: she doesn’t charge him for that as far as I’m aware.”

[inquisimer]

I'M COMING BACK FOR MORE with a poetry prompt for Cullen x Neria pls: "For stones, opening / is not easy / Staying closed is / less pain but / your anger finally / is more dangerous." (Margaret Atwood)

niri niri niri happy dadwc!! some WEWH Neria/Cullen for this week uwu

for @dadrunkwriting

wc: 776

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Neria’s bare feet whispered across the tile of the Winter Palace, the soft pad of her footwraps contrasting sharply with the click of heels. No one was looking at her and yet she felt the weight of more than a dozen gazes prickling the back of her neck as she made yet another circuit about the ballroom.

At her elbow, Josephine fluttered with anxious pleasure. It was certainly something to see the ambassador in her element, even as she nagged and pleaded in murmurs hidden behind smiles. She was on about the Dowager now, and the precise correct moment for Neria to approach her, but as they rounded the banister near Lady Mantillilon, something else entirely caught Neria’s attention.

Cullen, absolutely dashing in his dark uniform and fur-lined half-cape, but increasingly uncomfortable as he edged away from the flock of frilly skirts who pressed into his space. His back hit the wall and a spike of anger pinned Neria’s ears flat against her head.

Orlais was a country of masks, of secrets and intrigue. They’d drilled this into her back at Skyhold, that nothing forthright or blatant would gain traction at the Winter Palace. It was only that knowledge that kept her lips from pulling back to bare her teeth in a snarl.

“Mind your dress, Inquisitor,” Josephine murmured, melting into the shadows with a furrowed brow as Neria stalked forward.

These vultures were not mages, but the force of Neria’s anger was palpable and it thinned the Veil enough to set them on edge. Their fans fluttered faster and their titters pitched higher as they pretended not to notice the Inquisitor’s approach.

Cullen had noticed, though, and he was too Fereldan to try and pretend otherwise. He undoubtedly felt the Fade warping to her anger, even without fresh lyrium in his veins, and his frantic eyes found purchase on her fearsome visage.

She was dressed as a taunt, a reminder, a threat. Leaves and vines in various metals twisted up her bodice in an unmistakably elven design and her skirts were but constructs of the Fade, energy from the Rifts and beyond the Veil, bent to swoop and flutter as she walked. She wore a half-cape of her own, a blood-red reminder of her allegiance with a decorative pauldron—dragon bone bent to powerful runes and Dalish imagery—capping her shoulder

She wanted to draw a fist of stone across the Veil and pummel these imbeciles to pieces. Wanted to pull the dagger from the small of her back and slash their ridiculous outfits to shreds, slice the foolish masks from their pathetic faces. But she felt the stares from her ambassador and spymaster, just paces away, and knew she could not, for the night was not yet through and to lose their access here would be to lose the world.

Instead she pushed her fury outward like a shield and the force of it pressed the foolish lords and ladies away from her commander. She walked across their absence, chin jutted out, and clasped her hands behind her back.

“Commander, if you would?” She inclined her head toward the balcony.

“As you say, Inquisitor.” His relief was a bit more obvious than Sister Nightingale might have liked, but preferable to, say, drawing his sword on any of the Orlesians. With a fierce glare to discourage any of his hazers from following, they passed out into the cool night air.

They were barely free of the ballroom when Cullen’s hand unclenched from the pommel at his hip and found the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I—thank you,” he said, sagging ever so slightly. “I am sorry to have pulled you from your more important duties.”

Neria turned on one bare heel and held her hands out for him to take, if he wished. He did so and she laced their fingers together, pressing gentle kisses across his knuckles.

“You did not pull me anywhere,” she told him. “I chose to walk away.”

She gestured toward the palace with their joined hands. “I cannot burn it down without condemning the world we’re trying to save. But I can—and will—let it smolder, because you are far more important than any secrets I could glean, any favors I could earn.”

She looked out across the gardens, suddenly conscious of how serious his gaze on her had grown. Mindful of her dress, her hair, Cullen tugged her to his side and brushed a kiss across the shaved skin behind her ear.

“I can endure.”

“I know you can,” Neria said. “But you already are—so many things. This does not have to be another.”

[scribeofwinchesters]

Secrets and Lies: Chapter 7.5 - Basterds, Tears and Mother Hens

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

(This chapter is just Dean and Reader)

Word Count: 3021

Summary:  You and Dean spend some lazy days in the bunker as he does his best to help you deal with Sam's absence.  

Previous chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven

A/N: Link to AO3 if you prefer to read there. Thanks for reading :) It means a lot to me when you take the time to like/reblog or leave a comment letting me know you liked my story. I appreciate all of you <3

You finished off your coffee and before you could even set the mug back down on the table Dean pulled it out of your hand made his way to the coffee pot and poured you a second cup.

“Thanks,” you said softly as you once again wrapped your hands around the mug and pulled it close to you. “What time is it anyway?” you asked. It was easy enough to lose track of time in the bunker under normal circumstances. 

“Eleven,” Dean replied. 

You groaned before lifting your cup to your lips and took a sip. “I really kinda hoped I could just sleep until… until he comes back. Then I wouldn’t have to feel it.” 

Dean studied your expression silently before holding his mug aloft, toward you. “To healthy coping mechanisms,” he said. 

With the evening fast approaching, Dean found you curled up in your bed reading a book as you tried to distract yourself. 

“Studying?” Dean asked as he tilted his head to the side to try and read the name of the heavy book you were holding.

You nodded.

“Studying monster lore?” he grimaced.

You groaned as you sat up and laid the heavy book down. “Is that alright with you?” you asked as you stared grumpily at him.

He chuckled and shook his head as he stepped into your room. “Don’t know how I didn’t see you two coming from a mile away,” he muttered to himself. 

You ignored the comment. 

“Do you… maybe wanna watch a movie?” he asked. 

“.... I suppose I could do that,” you replied with a small shrug. You did not mention that you weren’t sure how much attention you’d actually be able to pay to it. But as long as Dean thought he was helping, that meant something to you. 

“I mean, far be it for me to pull you away from being the world’s biggest nerd,” he said, throwing his hands in the air, eliciting a faint chuckle from you. 

“Watch it,” you said with a smile as you stood up from the bed, leaving the huge book behind on your bed. 

A few moments later you were in the TV room, one of the bunker’s extra rooms that Dean had converted into a sort of, very small, living room, comprised of a small loveseat, Dean’s recliner, and a decent sized tv with surround sound speakers that he was especially proud of. 

“Did you have any particular movie in mind?” you asked.

“Not really,” he said.

You laid across the loveseat and wrapped yourself tightly in your fluffy, warm comforter. Dean, meanwhile, was crouched in front of the TV flipping through all the movies he had downloaded onto his thumb drive. The movie titles and thumbnails were flicking across the screen seemingly in no particular order as Dean struggled to choose.

Zoolander, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Bruce Almighty, Tombstone, Jurassic Park, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, The Exorcist, Guardians of the Galaxy, Hell Hazers, Hell Hazers II, Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark, My Best Friend’s Wedding, Rosemary’s Baby, That Thing You Do. 

“Do you know what you’re looking for there, pal?” you finally asked. 

“Well… I couldn’t decide what was a, uh… safe genre… I thought maybe inspiration would strike if I was looking at everything but none of these feel right.” 

“Can I see the remote?” you asked. Dean shrugged and passed it over as he sat down in the recliner and kicked the footrest out with a contented sigh. You sorted the movies alphabetically and thumbed quickly down to the ‘I’s’. 

You scrolled past In Bruges, Inception, Indiana Jones et. al., until finally… “Inglorious Basterds,” you said with a small smile as you clicked ‘play’ on the remote. 

“Hmm, interesting choice,” Dean said with a curious nod as he picked up his beer from the end table and took a long pull.

You glanced at Dean out of the corner of your eyes. “We're gonna be doin' one thing and one thing only... killin' Nazis,” you said, doing a nearly spot-on impression of Brad Pitt’s Lt. Aldo Raine. 

Dean raised an approving brow and nodded his head as you smirked at him. 

Midway through the movie Dean glanced at his phone nonchalantly and then suddenly got up and left the room without saying anything. You thought a few moments later that you had heard the bunker door open but over the sound of the violence on screen blaring through the surround-sound speakers, it was hard to tell so you shrugged it off. A few minutes later you heard Dean making his way back down the hall and the smell of something warm and cheesy and delicious caused your stomach to growl loudly. 

Dean entered the room with a giant smile, carrying three giant boxes of pizza. 

“Oh my god…,” you whispered. 

“Hope you’re hungry,” Dean said with a huge grin. He set the boxes down on the coffee table in front of you picked up both plates he’d piled on top and handed one to you. You sat up and Dean pulled the lid open on the top box. The smell overpowered you and you felt your stomach rumble violently again. Dean chuckled. 

“That would be a yes,” he muttered with a grin. You blushed in embarrassment.

Dean had ordered your favorite pizza and your mouth was watering from the smell. As Dean held the box open for you, you reached in, pulled out two pieces, and carefully slid them onto your plate. You were so hungry but somehow despite the drive the delivery person must have made, the cheese was practically still bubbling. 

“Thank you, Dean,” you said as you set the plate down to cool and wrapped your arms around your stomach. 

Dean smiled as his eyes bounced between the TV screen and the pizza boxes he was shuffling to find his own, specially ordered, pizza. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

“Well, if this is it old boy, I hope you don’t mind if I go out speaking the kings?” Lt. Hicox said on the screen as you repeated the line over him. 

“That was a terrible British accent,” Dean said, in an even worse, nearly offensive, British accent. You both started laughing and you picked up your plate, finally diving into the somewhat cooled pizza. 

By the time the movie ended, you’d each polished off one full box each. 

“Oh my god, I’m so full,” you groaned as you stretched your arms above your head and stood up from the couch.

“I’m glad you finally ate something,” Dean said as he pulled the footrest back into the recliner and stood up. 

“Oh Dean, always so parental,” you said with a teasing smirk. Dean shrugged before picking up the remaining pizza box. You picked up the dirty plates and he followed you out of the room and down the hall as you made your way to the kitchen. 

“Yeah, well, I did save your life, ya know. Kinda tends to make me-” 

“Mother Hen?” You interrupted.

“What?” he said, appalled. “No… I…  protective,” he finished with a confident shrug.

“Please, you’re protective of everyone,” you said as you crossed the threshold into the kitchen. You made your way to the sink and set the two plates down, turned the water faucet on, and waited for it to get hot. You turned around and rested your back against the sink’s edge and crossed your arms across your chest. 

“Yeah, but… you know… the people I already saved once… I tend to care a lot more that it… sticks,” he said. He shrugged before opening one of the refrigerator doors and making room to slide the full extra pizza box in. 

You chuckled. “Okay… I’m not gonna push it. But being protective is literally just a facet of being parental,” you said emphatically.

“Well, excuse me for caring,” Dean said. 

“I’m just teasing you,” you said as you shot him a wink. 

“Yeah, yeah. So… did watching Brad Pitt and Ryan Howard kill a bunch of Nazis violently cheer you up?” he asked as he made his way across the kitchen, toward you. 

“You know what… I don’t know what this says about me but… it actually kinda did,” you said with a chuckle. 

“Glad to hear it,” Dean said with a smile. “And, for the record, I’d say that’s the hunter in you.” 

“Speaking of hunters… have you… heard from him?” you asked.  

“Smooth transition,” he said with a teasing smirk.

“I’m sorry, you knew I was going to ask,” you said. 

He nodded.  “This morning. He sent me his coordinates and let me know he was good. Told him to call if he needed anything.” 

You turned around and started rinsing the plates. “Okay, that’s… that’s good,” you said. You picked up the sponge and squeezed some dish soap onto it. 

“He did ask about you if that’s what you’re not asking,” Dean replied. 

You hesitated. “What did he ask?” you asked as you stared intently at the soap sudsing up on the white ceramic. 

“Just… you know… wondered how you were,” he said. 

“Oh, okay.” 

You wanted to ask how Dean had answered, but you knew already it was the truth and you hated to imagine Sam thinking about you, all pathetic and sad and alone so you didn’t push it. 

You finished rinsing the plates and moved them to the drying rack. You felt the tears prickle suddenly at the corners of your eyes, unable to stop yourself from imagining hearing Sam or imagining him wrapping his strong arms around you and holding you close in the warmest hug. You leaned over the sink, steadying yourself by gripping the counter, and took a deep breath before pulling the sleeve of your shirt over your hand and used the back of it to wipe at your eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” you started, your voice cracking. “We were having such a good night and I ruined it.” 

“I’m still having a nice night,” he said.

“Thank you, Dean,” you whispered. 

“Anything for you, kid.” 

You turned around and wrapped your arms tightly around him. “Seriously, Dean. I don’t know what I’d do without you. And I don’t just mean right now.” 

“Well, the feeling’s mutual then,” he replied.

“I just wish I could talk to him,” you said. “Not him from last night… the usual him. I miss him so much it feels like my insides are imploding.” 

You let go and stepped back. “I think I’m gonna go be alone for a while,” you said. 

Dean nodded as you turned and made your way back to your bedroom. You were about to climb into bed when you realized your blanket was still in the TV room. On your way back to retrieve it you heard Dean’s voice coming from the kitchen. You quietly stepped toward the doorway, just close enough to hear him.

“Yeah, we watched a movie, Cas dropped off some pizzas. What about you?” 

A beat passed as the person on the other end of the line responded. 

“Hiking?” You could hear the disgust in Dean’s voice as he repeated it. You knew then he was talking to Sam. “Have you become one with nature yet?” he asked while chuckling proudly to himself. 

...

“It is funny dude. Your girl’s over here all torn up and I’m picking up the pieces because you decided to get away for the weekend,” you could hear the anger in Dean’s voice starting to rise.

...

“It is fair, man! She made a stupid mistake. She knows she did. She’s sorry. You know you’re going to forgive her and-” 

...

“Don’t be stupid. We both know you’re not going to break it off with her.” Dean was angry but you could swear there was a hint of worry in his voice as he shouted. Your stomach sank. You could feel your heart beating in your ears.

...

“Over my dead body, Sam,” Dean said through his teeth. “I will do whatever I have to do to fix this, do you hear me? You’re being dramatic and you know it!” 

...

“Yes, Sam. I’m completely serious. And even if you do, you’re gonna have to learn to live with each other because I’m not making her leave.” 

.........

“I pulled her ass out of purgatory, Sammy.  And after what happened to her family… I’m not taking this away from her.” 

Another long beat passed.

“Thank you,” Dean replied. Sam must have agreed that, at least, could be off the table. Although it was hard for you to imagine being around Sam and not being able to touch him… or kiss him… You tried to not let your mind wander too far down that road. 

“Alright… alright… be careful, man. Get some rest… get your head right, ya hear me? … Call us if you need anything.” 

Worried that Dean would find you listening, you peeked around the door frame and saw that he had his back to the doorway. You quickly and silently made it the rest of the way to the TV room to fetch your blanket. 

You heard Dean’s footsteps coming down the hall. You picked up your comforter and folded it into your arms. Dean spotted you as he passed the doorway and paused there in the hall to smile at you. You wondered how he was able to flip it on so easily before remembering between his dad and Sam, he’d probably had a lifetime of practice.

“Hey,” he said as if the entire conversation you’d just overheard hadn’t happened. You wondered if you should give it up or keep pretending. 

“Hey,” you said, giving him a gentle smile. “You know… it’s kinda scary how easily you can flip it on and off.” 

“What do you mean?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Cas delivered the pizzas. That’s why they were still so hot. I knew you wouldn’t trust a delivery guy with the address out here. Not to mention the amount of time it would take someone to get here.” 

Dean tilted his head as his eyes narrowed in confusion for a brief moment before his face fell.

“You heard that, huh?” he asked as he stepped into the room. 

You nodded. 

“Well, I meant it. No matter what, you’re not leaving.” 

“Dean… I asked Cas to erase your memory too.” 

“What?” 

“I told Cas… that if Sam had called you and told you what happened… he’d have to erase your memory, too.” 

Dean considered it for a moment.

“I don’t care,” he said with a shrug. 

“Come on, stop being stoic.”

“I’m serious, y/n. I don’t care.” 

You couldn’t have needed to hear three words more. Two warm rivulets of tears began streaking down your cheeks. 

“Really?” you asked, your voice cracking. 

“Really,” he replied. He stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around you, blanket and all, and pulled you into one of his big, warm hugs. “You drew the short stick and you made the most of it that you could. Besides…” Dean hesitated. “I made a similar choice to protect two people I loved once.” 

You were sobbing into his chest as he held the back of your head, keeping you close to him. “Maybe Sam doesn’t see it the way I do… but me and you, we know loss in a way Sammy has never really had to. Losing your family, your home, everything in such a short span of time. The only difference is you were stuck in purgatory and I was on the road, stuck in sketchy motels. I know Sammy lost Jess, but he still had a choice in what came after. We didn’t.  So, yeah, of course when you thought you might lose the only good things in your life, you panicked. Maybe you overreacted. Maybe Sam wouldn’t have made the same call I did to protect Lisa and Ben... he was pretty pissed at me for that. But I had always thought if it had been him in my shoes… he’d have done the same damn thing.” 

You kept crying as Dean sat down on the couch and pulled you down along with him. 

“It’s okay,” he whispered. You were heaving, big heavy sobs now as you twisted his shirt in your fists. His front was drenched from your tears and you could feel yourself wanting to apologize but knowing full well Dean truly could not care less. The minutes ticked by as you sat there.

At some point in all the crying, you dozed off without noticing. Dean sat there, holding you for hours until he, too, fell asleep. When you woke up hours later you found Dean had pulled his legs onto the couch and you had slept on top of him, your face nestled into his chest where you’d been crying. But Dean had pulled a portion of your blanket across his chest so that you had a dry place to rest your head. It wasn’t exactly the most kosher sleeping position but you missed Sam so much that laying there with Dean… you could almost pretend. So you let yourself, just for a moment, pretend... You pulled yourself up and nestled into Dean’s neck and pretended… pretended he was someone else. 

You laid there like that for a few minutes before realizing that if Dean woke up he’d feel guilty, even though he had no reason to, so you peeled yourself off him and carefully climbed off, being sure to not wake him. 

After carefully setting a blanket over Dean, you made your way back to your bedroom and flopped onto the bed with a heavy sigh. Absentmindedly you picked up your phone from the nightstand to check the time. It was six-thirty in the morning. You set your phone back down and stared at the ceiling. Sam just needs time, you reminded yourself. 

You pulled your legs up and curled onto your side and imagined Sam’s warm body was wrapped around you. It didn’t take long after finding comfort in the memories of Sam’s warmth and love for you to fall back asleep.

EDIT: Chapter 8

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[banshee-grove]

@gatlin-hazer​

Mackerel was just trying to keep moving. His mind felt clearer than it had during the bloodbath, but his paranoia had skyrocketed. At least at the launch, he knew where everyone was coming from. Now, inside this twisting house, he had no idea where someone could pop out. He wanted to open every door he passed, but instead found himself just tip-toeing by. He didn’t want to provoke anyone. He tried his best to stick to the walls, walking at all times with his back and palms flat to it. He ducked and dodged around paintings and lamp posts in his way, looking left and right and up and down as he went. He couldn’t tell if he’d already been down his hallway before, until the wall beneath his right palm changed. He paused, running his fingers back and forth over the depressed line in the wall. He pushed against either side, and it did not budge. 

Now more curious than he was scared, and hopeful this might be a way out of the house, he crouched down. He pulled the invitation out of his pocket. Having memorized the words, he didn’t care if he lost it in the wall. He shoved the paper through, and felt the resistance give way on the other side. The wall ended at some point on the other side. He pulled the invitation back out, and started to insert and pull it out all along the line, wondering if this was some strange way of having to cut himself out of this mansion. When a lock clicked, he jumped back, gazing at the stream of light that poured out. He suddenly realized it’d been several minutes since he looked at his surroundings, and flinched again when he realized someone else was in the hallway.

[bldreamer]

BREATHE | ForthBeam

2moons2 : ForthBeam

Summary: Beam skips class to take care of his sick boyfriend. Genre: Fluff. Hurt/Comfort. Flu.   Warnings: Tiny bit of swearing. 

A/N: I was supposed to write MorkSun and this came out instead. Requests are welcome :)

Beam sets his eyes on Forth from across the courtyard.

Even amongst a sea of blue engineering shirts, he’s always been easy to spot, with his cocky smile, script tattoo, and his brash silver chain around his neck.  

Today, he’s more noticeable than usual, eyes closed, slumped over the canopy picnic table, with his head resting on his folded arms and his back rising and falling.

It’s not out of the ordinary for Forth to take a nap in between classes. But he’s never so timid and meek about it. He’s usually completely sprawled out, taking up the entire length of the bench with his uniform shirt tucked under his head and his legs dangling off the end without a care in the world.

With a quiet sigh, Beam sits himself down under the canopy next to his boyfriend. He’d seen this coming, and to be completely honest, he’d expected it sooner.

The flu has been spreading around the engineering faculty like wildfire for the past month and after listening to Kit whine for five days straight about Ming’s sick induced clinginess pushing him to his wits end, it was only a matter of time before Forth succumbed to the stubborn ugly virus.

Beam slowly reaches out to thread his fingers into Forth’s hair, lightly scratching his scalp. A small smile spreads across his lips when he hears a muffled moan.

“How are you doing there?” he asks when Forth turns his head but doesn’t open his eyes.

“Mhh. Fine,” his boyfriend croaks, and Beam winces at the sound.

Forth, like most gruff engineers Beam has met, is prone to be quite the drama queen when it comes to the little things. Splitters, papercuts, dry lips, you name it, Forth is a big baby about it. He stubbed his toe on a chair leg walking through the canteen a few months back and anyone would have thought he’d had his entire foot amputated without anesthetic.

But when it comes to the big things, the stuff that matters or the things that hurt, Forth downplays them like he’s trying to achieve the olympic gold medal in avoidance.

“What’s the truth?”

Forth shrugs with his head still on the table pillowed on his forearms, blinking his eyes open. They’re red and sore, and they match his blotchy cheeks. “M’okay, Doc.” 

“That bad, huh?” Beam says lightly.

Forth huffs.

“It’s early,” he comments. “What are you doing here?”

“Ming called Kit. He said you looked terrible when he saw you in the hall.”

Forth tuts. “Fucking brat.”

Beam is usually inclined to agree. He’ll make an exception in this case as Forth mumbles something about ‘the next time I see that Nong.’ Forth may treat his boyfriend like he’s made of fine china, but Beam has seen Forth mid-hazer meeting. He doesn’t envy the nong who gets on the wrong side of him.

“Why didn’t you just stay in bed?”

It doesn’t usually take much to persuade Forth to play hooky. Especially when he’s horny. It’s a true testament to how awful he feels.

“Missed you,” Forth mutters. “Wanted to see you later.” His voice sounds like he’s been chewing on sandpaper for the best part of the morning.

“You could have called. I thought you’d love the idea of me playing nurse for the day?” He’s joked about it more than once. 

Right on queue, Forth mumbles something Beam doesn’t quite get but he suspects it’s something explicit from the tiny smirk that creeps into the corners of Forth’s lips.

“Even now you’re thinking with your downstairs brain?” Unbelievable. 

“My blood supply knows its priorities.” 

“You have a fever,” Beam says, moving his hand from Forth’s hair to cup his cheek to feel the heat radiating from his skin.

“You burn me up, Doc.”

Beam decides to ignore the lewd comment that would usually earn Forth a whack. Especially when his boyfriend turns his head to cough into his elbow and it sounds awful. Wheezy and wet and painful.

“How long have you had a cough?”

Forth shrugs.

“Does anything hurt?”

He breathes out slowly, like he doesn’t have enough energy to properly sigh.

“How's your head?” Beam urges. “Honestly.”

A pause.

“Pouding,” Forth answers.

“Did you take anything?”

He shakes his head fractionally. 

“We’ll stop by the pharmacy on the way home.”

Beam doesn’t realise what he’s said and how causally the phrase slipped from his mouth until Forth lifts his head and frowns wordlessly.

“Your dorm or mine?” Beam urges, trying to breeze past it.

It’s something Forth keeps bringing up, he asks at least once a week. It’s not that Beam doesn’t love him -at least, he’s getting there- but they’ve only been dating for six months. It’s far too soon for them to be moving in together, a point he keeps pushing whenever Forth comments on the matter.

“Your place,” his boyfriend answers, slowly pulling himself upright to lean into Beam’s side. “Let me borrow one of your shirts,” he says, his cheek hot on Beam’s collar. 

“Sure,” Beam nods. “How's breathing?” he asks when he notices how shallow his breaths are.

“Fucking hard, babe.”

Beam swallows.

“I know.” He pushes his hair back from his forehead, feeling Forth nestle into his neck. “Tell me if it gets bad. I’ll kill you if you’re stupid enough to get pnemonia as well as the flu.”

“Your bedside manner could use some work, Doc,” Forth complains in his croaky voice, but he’s smirking again. It’s wobbly and effortful, but as obnoxious as ever.

“Lucky you give me plenty of practise.” Between this and Forth’s many -luckily minor- knuckle scuffs, he should be an expert by the time he graduates. “Are you ready to go?”

“Five more minutes,” Forth murmurs, with tired eyes and a content look on his face.  

“What are you smiling at?” Beam asks curiously.

His boyfriend hums. 

“I like it when you worry about me,” he says.

“Tsk.” Beam rolls his eyes, but there’s no real heat behind his expression. “Get better soon, idiot.”

“Doctors orders?”

“Doctors orders.” Beam nods, brushing his fingers through Forth’s soft hair. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

Forth nods, closing his eyes and sinking onto Beam’s side.

Beam checks his watch. His next class starts in ten minutes and it's probably important but he can’t find it in himself to care at this moment in time. He’ll borrow Pha’s notes -Kit’s are always weirdly passive aggressive and impossible to follow- and catch up over the weekend while Forth sleeps it off.

With any luck, they’ve caught it just in time before it has a chance to grip its claws deep into Forth’s immune system and wipe him out for over a week like it did with Ming.

Jokes about his bedside manner aside, Beam hopes he’s learned enough to know how to properly take care of his sick boyfriend because otherwise, he really chose the wrong faculty.

“Breathe,” he reminds his boyfriend when he can feel him straining. “You’ll be okay. Just breathe.”

~Fin.

[occasionally-writing]

You Need Rest

A/N: Yaaayy! IT’S A ARTHITKONG PROMPT!!! I’ve been dying to write for them since I was listening to the Sotus ost XD And my gawd, I think this is the longest I’ve ever written for these two <3 I love them so much <3 I really hope you like it anon <3 Thanks for requesting them!!!

Summary: When Arthit gets told to check up on Kongpob during exam time, he’s not impressed with how Kongpob had been taking care of himself and takes it upon himself to take care of his boyfriend whether he likes it or not. 

Word Count: 2264

Arthit understood that exams were coming up and that all the first years would be studying their asses off, not having time for anything else except sleeping, eating, classes and studying. But that didn’t mean it made him any less worried when he noticed that Kongpob wasn’t circling around him lately like he normally did. Tapping the plastic cup filled with his favorite pink milk, Arthit stared a hole into the table in front of him, unconsciously taking a sip of his drink before his phone buzzed in his pocket, telling him that someone texted him. Furrowing his brow, Arthit dug his phone out and typed in his password, opening the messenger app as a text from Knot caught his attention. It was a photo attached to the words about checking up on his boyfriend. Squinting at the slightly blurry picture, obviously taken in a hurry, Arthit felt his eyebrows raise when he took in the way Kongpob was carrying a paper carrier with four cups of what looked like ice coffee. Texting Knot back with his thanks, Arthit quickly chugged the rest of his pink milk and tossed it in the garbage, setting a jogging pace as he began to head back to his dorm, knowing that Kongpob was probably back already.

Slowing down once he reached the dormitory, Arthit gave a polite wai to the woman behind the counter as he started for the stairs, not even bothering with the elevator since he knew it wouldn’t take him long to reach Kongpob’s floor. Burying his hands into his shorts pockets, Arthit arrived on his boyfriend’s floor, taking the familiar path to Kongpob’s room and before long, he found himself in front of the closed door, just staring at the wood. Biting his lip, Arthit scratched the back of his neck and glanced around, not seeing anyone around to watch him stand around like he was daydreaming. Taking in a deep breath, Arthit steeled his resolve and reached out, gently knocking on the door before taking a step back, not wanting to frighten Kongpob for standing too close to his dorm door. Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from inside, Arthit perked up as it was opened and an exhausted looking Kongpob with dark circles under his eyes came face to face with him. Staring at each other for a moment, the two snapped out of whatever trance they were in as Kongpob took a step back and opened the door wider for Arthit, beckoning him in. 

“I came to check on you. How’s studying for the exams going?” Arthit asked, trying to act nonchalantly as he walked in, taking a seat at the end of Kongpob’s bed while his boyfriend walked like a zombie back to his desk. Muttering something that made Arthit’s brow arch, Arthit didn’t bother to ask him to repeat himself as he took a look around the room. Normally Kongpob was a neat person and loved doing chores, but from what he could see, the younger boy hasn’t been doing any of said chores. Dirty clothes littered his floor along with empty plastic cups that looked exactly like the ones he was carrying in the picture Knot had sent Arthit. Biting his lip, Arthit let his gaze rise from the mess around him to look over Kongpob, taking in the way the junior’s shoulders seemed tense and how ruffled up his usually neat hair was, like Kongpob had threaded his fingers and pulled at his hair too much in the span of hours. Pushing himself off the bed, Arthit took a step closer to Kongpob and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, not minding the twitch as Kongpob slowly turned to look at him. “Kong, you look like a wreck. When was the last time you showered and ate? And...how long have you been living off these huge cups of coffee? It’s only been two days, when have you even slept?!”

“P’Arthit...sorry about the mess...I’ve been trying to cram as much as I can into my head before exams that I haven’t gotten a chance to really do anything but that,” Kong whispered, wincing slightly as Arthit voice raised and slowly turned into his hazer tone on accident. Shutting his mouth, Arthit took a deep breath through his nose and looked at the mess around them again, finally noticing the cups of iced coffee that Kongpob still hasn’t consumed, sitting a bit away from his notes. There were three left which meant that he only gulped down one in the time that Arthit got the text and arrived at his room. Squeezing his boyfriend’s shoulder, Arthit gently pulled Kong out of his desk chair, frowning when the younger boy didn’t fight like he normally would. Just how exhausted was he? “Where are you taking me, P’Arthit?”

“Go take a shower and take a break from studying. You’re just going to make yourself sick if you keep ignoring your needs, Kongpob. It’s not healthy to do what you’re doing, you deserve to sleep...but before that, please just...go shower,” Arthit practically begged, still keeping his strict tone of voice so that Kongpob would know that he was being serious and there was no room for an argument. Rubbing his tired eyes, Kongpob glanced back towards his desk where all his notes were strewed about before a hand on his face brought his attention back to Arthit, who was watching him with obvious concern. Letting out a heavy sigh as his shoulders sunk, Kongpob nodded softly and allowed Arthit to lead him towards the bathroom. Grabbing a towel from the rack, Kongpob folded it on the sink as he turned to face his boyfriend, who smiled slightly and moved to shut the door to give Kongpob some privacy. “Just don’t fall asleep in the shower! The last thing we need is to take you to the hospital for any injuries.”

Letting out a tired chuckle, Kongpob hummed in understanding and waited until the door was shut to remove his dirty clothes, throwing them in the hamper as he moved towards the shower, turning it on. Letting his hand feel the water’s temperature, Kongpob smiled slightly when it was nice and hot before he stepped in, letting the hot water soak over his shoulders and hair, taking a good amount of stress he felt in his form away. Inside the room, Arthit grabbed the leftover cups of coffee Kongpob had left and put them in the fridge, obviously not wanting the junior to drink any more than he already has. Searching through the cabinets, Arthit quickly found the garbage bags and took one, opening it up as he began to clean the floor of garbage. Finally clearing all the empty cups from Kongpob’s floor, Arthit could not believe it as he reached seven cups. How in the world did his boyfriend survive drinking this much coffee, good god?! Shaking the thought away, Arthit tied the bag shut and left it by the trash bin, making a mental note to take it out later for the younger boy. Gathering up all of the clothes Kong had littered around, Arthit tossed them in the empty hamper and sighed, placing his hands on his hips as the floor was finally clutter free, just in time for the bathroom door to open and a dripping Kongpob stalked out with a towel wrapped around his waist and one around his neck.

“P’...did you clean my room? You didn’t have to,” Kongpob mumbled out, vaguely realizing that his feet weren’t stepping on dirty clothes or kicking empty cups. Rolling his eyes, Arthit tried not to stare at the bare upper half of his boyfriend as Kong sluggishly moved towards his closet, opening it and pulling out a plain dark grey t-shirt. Slumping towards his dresser, Kongpob chose a pair of black boxer shorts before he turned his back to Arthit, stripping the towel around his waist as Arthit got a flash of his bare ass. Flushing brightly, Arthit squawked an ordered for Kongpob to hurry up and get dressed, causing sleepy giggles to rain free from the junior’s lips, turning his head around so he could see the way Arthit had his back to him, the blush that was filling his cheeks still being seen as it lit up the tips of his ears and the back of his neck slightly. Pulling on the shirt, Kongpob pulled on his boxers before he hummed out, nonverbally telling Arthit that it was okay to look now. Turning around slowly at first just in case it wasn’t and Kongpob was just messing with him, Arthit held back a sigh of relief when he saw that it was true. “Did you like what you saw, P’Arthit?”

“Kongpob!” Arthit growled out warningly, rolling his eyes when more snickers came out of Kong’s lips, the boy moving around him so he could put the towel that was on his waist back on the rack. Noticing the way Kongpob’s hair was still dripping wet, Arthit huffed and grabbed his boyfriend’s wrist once he got back into the room, forcing him to sit on the floor in front of the bed as Arthit sat behind him, Kongpob encased by his legs as he pulled the towel from around his neck. Placing it on Kong’s head, Arthit kept his touch gentle as he began to ruffle his wet hair, drying it so that Kongpob didn’t have to use any of whatever energy he had left to do it himself. Closing his heavy eyes at the touch, Kongpob leaned back against Arthit’s legs and let out a sigh, feeling his whole body relaxing as Arthit took control. “Don’t sleep yet, your hair is almost dry and then you can get in bed.”

Nodding softly, Kongpob did his best to stay awake, his thoughts beginning to doze just as Arthit finished up and tossed the towel in the hamper, not bothering to hang it back on the rack in the bathroom. Squeezing Kongpob’s shoulders, Arthit gently shook him before he helped him up. Letting go so that Kongpob could slip into bed, Arthit pulled the blanket back and then covered his boyfriend up, tucking him in neatly as Kong stared up at him warmly. Frowning at the dark circles that were staining the skin under his eyes, Arthit reached out and gently cupped Kongpob’s face, softly tracing them with his thumb before he realized what he was doing and coughed, pulling his hand away only for it to be grabbed by Kongpob, who was looking at him like he was pleading.

“Can you please stay the night, P’Arthit?” Kong asked softly, his expression so hopeful that Arthit couldn’t find it in himself to deny the freshman. Letting out a soft sigh, Arthit nodded and rolled his eyes at the bright smile that grew across Kongpob’s face, letting his boyfriend go so that he could strip out of his Engineering vest, jeans and socks, leaving him just in his boxers and a plain black t-shirt. Throwing them so that they were hanging on Kongpob’s hamper, Arthit strolled around the bed as he noticed the desk, Kongpob’s notes still littered messily around it. Not saying a word as he watched Arthit organize his desk, Kongpob yawned and strained to keep his eyes open as his boyfriend finally finished and turned off the desk lamp, bathing the room into darkness as the only light that was filtering into the room was from the street lights outside his window. “P’Arthit?”

“I’m right here...I’m going to climb in now,” Arthit whispered as he slid into the bed, pulling the blanket up on him as he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling as he felt Kongpob shift closer. Biting back a protest that wanted to escape his lips as Kongpob pressed himself against him, Arthit sighed as his boyfriend placed his head on his chest, his ear right over his heart as an arm wrapped around his waist and their legs got tangled together under the blanket. Not bothering to correct him anymore, Arthit slowly threw his arm over Kongpob’s shoulder, pulling his boyfriend closer as he threaded his fingers through his still slightly damp hair. Shuddering at the act of affection he was receiving, Kongpob stifled a yawn into Arthit’s chest and closed his eyes, fisting the shirt from where his arm was on top of his boyfriend’s waist. Noticing the way that Kongpob was beginning to doze off, Arthit kept up with gently scratching his scalp and it wasn’t long until the junior was fast asleep, his breathing coming out in small puffs of air that fanned lightly across Arthit’s neck. Observing his boyfriend quietly, Arthit slowly arched down and pressed a soft kiss to Kongpob’s hair, pulling him closer as he moved his gaze back up to the ceiling. “You know...I’ve spent all my nights dreaming of you in my arms peacefully sleeping and here you are…”

Knowing that Kongpob couldn’t hear him, Arthit smiled shyly and hugged his boyfriend, rolling onto his side so Kongpob could bury his face in his chest and they could lay a bit more comfortable than how they were both. Wrapping his arm around Kongpob, Arthit held him tightly as he nuzzled his face into his boyfriend’s hair, yawning as his eyes fluttered closed and he slowly followed Kongpob into a comfortable slumber, the street light illuminating the matching soft smiles both boys had on their faces as they cuddled into each other for warmth. 

[chaptersinprogress]

snapshot: three | arthit/kongpob | necking and brief swearing

Loud whoops and cheers broke out as soon as the words left Bright’s mouth. The juniors looked on with a mix of admiration, fear, and eagerness while the seniors used the opportunity to rib their friend mercilessly.

“No!” yelled Arthit over the din, face flushing red with embarrassment. “I won’t do it!”

Prem snickered at him. “Ai’Thit, you like to talk big huh? Time for you to live up to your claims earlier this afternoon. Or are you too chicken?”

His pride now on the line, Arthit stood up and glared at Bright and Prem. “Fine! I’ll do it.”

Grabbing hold of Kongpob’s upper arm, he yanked the grinning junior up and dragged him to the walk-in closet, shoved him in, and slammed the door shut after them.

“P’Arthit, you could’ve at least switched on the light,” commented Kongpob with no small amount of amusement as they stood almost chest to chest in the cramped space.

“Kongpob, hasn’t anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” Arthit hissed back.

Said person hummed before dropping his head into the crook of Arthit’s neck and draping his arms around the other’s waist, even as the elder stiffened slightly in his hold.

“Shall I put my mouth to better use then?” he whispered hotly against Arthit’s skin, a thrill shooting through him at the way the ex-hazer trembled but didn’t pull away.

“Kongpob-” Arthit breathed out.

“I meant kissing P’Arthit, what were you thinking about?”

Arthit pinched his side none too gently in retaliation, eliciting a soft yelp from the younger. Huffing a small laugh of satisfaction at being able to get under his fierce senior’s skin, Kongpob simply basked in the opportunity to unreservedly hold onto the other, stroking his fingers up and down Arthit's spine soothingly.

For all the flirting and insinuations that spilled easily from his lips, Kongpob had never intended to act on them, at least not seriously. He was well aware that his faen was like a kitten that shied away hissing and spitting from affection that was offered, only ever content to indulge in it on his own terms.

Which was why when Arthit let out a frustrated grunt and slammed their mouths together, undoing the first few buttons of Kongpob’s shirt, the latter couldn’t help but let out a startled sound.

While Kongpob enjoyed nudging the other slowly out of his comfort zone, he had always made sure to respect the elder’s boundaries when doing so. The last thing he wanted was for Arthit to feel peer-pressured into doing anything he didn’t want to.

Pushing at Arthit’s shoulders until he broke away, Kongpob asked gently, “Do you want to do this, P’Arthit? You know you don’t have to do what P’Bright said, right? They’re only teasing you.”

Arthit remained silent for a moment. “Kong,” he exhaled, voice rough with lust. “Shut the hell up.”

Then yanked him back for a bruising kiss, swallowing the tiny gasp that escaped his boyfriend. Hooking two fingers of one hand in the younger’s belt loop to drag him even closer, Arthit buried the other in Kongpob’s hair to hold him in place while he explored his mouth.

Eagerly returning the kiss, Kongpob rucked up Arthit’s shirt and ran his hands greedily over the smooth expanse of the other’s back. Letting out a pleased sound, Arthit pulled hard on the inky strands of hair in his grip, exposing the long line of the younger’s throat for his lips to explore.

Dragging his mouth over heated skin, Arthit littered prominent marks along the column of Kongpob’s neck, making sure to pay special attention to the jut of his collarbones. But just as Arthit began undoing more buttons to get better access, loud knocking at the closet door had the pair freezing in place.

“Oi, lovebirds,” called Toota from the other side. “Your seven minutes were up long ago, time to come out. You have ten seconds to make sure you’re decent.”

But in truth they were barely given five before being unceremoniously dragged out of the closet. The duo stumbled to a halt and blinked rapidly, struggling to adjust to the comparative brightness of the room.

Jaws dropped and impressed whistles filled the space as the other occupants took in the couple's disheveled state - shirts wrinkled past saving, their hair looking like they'd been through a hurricane, and mouths red and swollen.

The real kicker though, was the collection of dark bruises smattered all over Kongpob's exposed neck and chest.

“Fuckin’ hell, Ai’Thit!” exclaimed Bright. “You were supposed to give N’Kong a hickey, not eat him alive!”

[earthfluuke]

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rules: jot down your top five bl dramas / series that have made their way into your heart and five honorable mentions you would recommend to newcomers. tag ten users you think would like this game. 

to be honest, this is really just going to be a top 10, because all these shows and the actors in them are my babies and i feel bad pitting them against each other (cause i’m weak)

top favorites

1 - love by chance

this is the drama that got my love for thai bl started. i was in such a dark, sad place when i first found lbc, and it really pulled me out of it. i will always be thankful for that. there are obviously parts of this show that i absolutely detest and wish weren’t in it, but putting those aside, this show has my whole heart. ae and pete were the first gay couple in media that i saw that made me think “these two could actually be real.” they have such a sweet, wholesome, realistic relationship that brings me nothing but joy. every time i go back to watch this show, i feel the same things i felt the first time i watched it.

2 - until we meet again

a recent show but an amazing one. i have nothing but good things to say about this show. for one, it’s got a fantastic plot, two, the cast is probably my favorite bl cast ever. and three - the most important thing - deanpharm. i adore these two more than i could ever say. they are so healthy and good and perfect in every way. as with aepete, they’re so realistic to me. every scene with the two of them feels so authentic. not to mention they’re sweet as sugar, and i live for that in my ships. i was crushed when this show ended, and i go back and rewatch scenes constantly because i love it so much.

in no particular order

3 - theory of love

this show stars the kings offgun, so of course it’s on my list. the entire concept of this show is so cool. i love how every episode is named after a different movie, and the film theme is kept throughout the entire show. also the switch from third’s point of view to khai’s point of view halfway through the series was a really interesting, different take that i don’t think i’ve ever seen in any other show. the character development? *chef’s kiss* gun’s crying gets high honors, because god damn, that boy must have been dehydrated. also, offgun redemption kiss. that victory was so sweet.

4 - 2moons2

if you know me, you know i adore this show, but more importantly, the cast. those six boys are what really make this show as good as it is. the fact that they all came in as new actors still astounds me. but putting them aside, i just love how soft and sweet this show is. if i need a pick me up, this is my go to. there are moments from all three couples that give me all the warm feelies in my heart. i am so so so excited for 2moons3, i literally can’t wait much longer.

5 - dark blue kiss

is this a surprise, coming from my polca ass? didn’t think so. first things first: TAYNEW. now that that’s out of the way, pete and kao make me so happy. despite the obvious flaws in this show (looking at you, non), the two of them really showed what it’s like to be not only a long term gay couple, but also the struggles of figuring out how to come out. that entire scene by the pool where they were discussing why they have to prove themselves more because of their sexuality? that HIT ME in my SOUL. oh, and don’t even get me started on that anniversary scene. i also love morksun torturing rain with their love by jumping into his bed every night. if you look past the bad parts of this show (again, LOOKING AT YOU, NON), it’s very sweet and incredibly real at times.

6 - he’s coming to me

talk about underrated but amazing. well, how could it not be, with the king himself, singto prachaya, as the lead. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: he’s coming to me was a straight show made for a gay couple. what i mean by that is that the plot isn’t focused on the relationship. instead, it’s focused on something broader with a relationship added in, which is something more straight couples are given than gay couples. and what a wonderful relationship it is. mes and thun are so cute and yet so emotional too. one minute, they’re acting a fool and the next they’re crying to each other. for every fun scene this show has, there’s one that breaks your heart (in the best way). that coming out scene made me literally sob, it was so fantastic. not as many people have seen this one, but they SHOULD.

7 - sotus

an absolute classic. ignoring some of the drama that comes along with this show, i really like it. the plot is really interesting, and i love the large cast of characters. the episode where all the freshmen get there gears? when the hazers ask if they can be their seniors? talk about water works, because i bawled. again, the king himself, singto prachaya, is in this so. that obviously gives it some points. it’s just a really good starter bl.

8 - great men academy

p’tangmooooo. god, i can’t, i love these boys. this came out at the height of me trying to watch every thai bl possible in the shortest amount of time. and watching it was such a treat. the cast, oh my god. amazing, fantastic, phenomenal, iconic. tangmolove is so adorable. james, PLEASE come back to acting so we can get a season two where we see the two of them as a couple. i need it so bad. i wish this show was more available to international viewers, because it’s so great, pretty short, and just such a fun watch.

9 - history3: make our days count

...okay so what we’re going to do is ignore the last episode and say that hao ting and xi gu lived happily ever after. okay? okay. moving on from that, my heART. sometimes, shows don’t need to have big, intense plots. sweet, romantic shows are just as nice. and oh my god, does this show tick off the sweet box. every episode had my heart aching by the end, because hao ting and xi gu were so sweet. it’s just a nice story about two young boys learning how to navigate a relationship. hao ting is so whipped for xi gu too, which is always a plus. his little munching he does at him? he’s a certified puppy.

10 - our skyy

some people will say this doesn’t count, but i say it does! and besides, i’m pretty sure i’ve rewatched all 5 episodes more times than any of these other series combined. i just love the premise. taking 5 couples we already know and love and giving us more of them? genius. each episode is so cute in their own way, and i wish that they would make a second season. maybe more episodes so we can have the couples from the first with some new ones too? that would be my dream. if you’ve watched any of the shows that precede our skyy, i highly recommend checking out that couples’ episode!

i tag: @0ffgun, @functionalasfuck, @bldramagalore, @pallyson, @bl-fan, and anyone else who would like to do it!!

[reservethesun]

3-kongarthit pleaseeee

Anon you know the way into my heart. KongArthit are one of my absolute favorites. This number tho? Hurts my heart reading it but I am ready. Let’s do it. [Prompt List]

3.  “Please don’t walk out of that door.”

WC: 980

“I’m tired of this.”

The sound of rain hitting the window and the low hum of the air conditioning unit were the only noises that could be heard in the lingering silence after their words finally stopped. Neither one of them moved or said anything else for several long moments. It was not how the evening was supposed to be. They were supposed to be spending time together, to be enjoying one another’s company. Yet somehow, they only ended up arguing - again. It had become more and more of a thing the later into the term it got. Arthit had less time to spend with Kongpob, and when they did get time together there was usually some sort of argument. They were both just tired and stressed and it was far too easy to make a comment that pushed a little too much and before either one really knew what was happening, they were arguing again.

They stared at one another, neither one fully sure who had said it, the final words before the tense silence that fell over them. With a shaky, long exhale, Arthit nodded his head a couple of times before running a hand over his face. He nodded his head once more and then turned to walk toward the door. Kongpob jumped up to his feet from where he’d been sitting on the edge of the bed, and said, “Please don’t walk out of that door.”

The words made Arthit pause and turn to look back at Kongpob. He looked as though he was going to say something, took a deep breath and opened his mouth slightly; but, then he turned and left the dorm, letting the door fall shut behind him. Kongpob stood there staring at the door, blinking several times as he tried to figure out if that had actually just happened. He let out a short, shaky laugh as he looked away from the door and ran a hand through his hair. They had both said a lot of things, things that were rather horrible if he looked back on it. It made Kongpob wince to remember.

They were both to blame for the way things were right at that moment. They were still navigating what it meant to be in a relationship, learning how to be with one another and balance school or Arthit’s internship. It wasn’t easy, and Kongpob had known that it wouldn’t be. He had known that and yet, he still wanted to make it work. He wanted things to work out, but right at that moment, he wasn’t sure that they could. While they had more in common than many gave them credit for once Arthit let his guard down and would just be himself instead of Head Hazer Arthit, it was moments like that one that reminded Kongpob that there were other ways in which they were vastly different. They were different. They saw things differently and handled things differently - but Kongpob still didn’t want to be with anyone else. He wanted to be with Arthit and make things work. Kongpob’s throat tightened painfully as he found himself wondering if maybe he was alone in that.

He slowly sat back down on the bed, running his fingers through his hair several times as he tried to decide just what he should do next. Should he give Arthit space? Or go after him and try to get him to talk things through more? Did him leaving mean that things were over between them? Or was it just a temporary need to walk away from the situation? There were far too many questions that Kongpob had, and he wasn’t sure how to answer any of them. Several minutes later, a knock at the door made Kongpob groan and run a hand over his face. He didn’t want to deal with Em or Oak or any of the others coming by trying to get him to go out for drinks or to help them study or whatever. He hated telling them ‘no’, of course, but that night really just was not good.

Kongpob got up and answered the door, immediately starting to tell his friend that he didn’t have time to do anything right then, but his words cut off after he realized it was Arthit standing there. He looked incredibly confused by the few words that Kongpob had said. “Uh…” was Arthit’s less than articulate response. “I could come back later.”

He started to step back, but Kongpob reached out and grabbed Arthit’s arm, pulling him into the room so that he could hug him tightly. The door fell shut after Kongpob had let it go in order to wrap both arms around Arthit. Arthit was tense for several seconds, but then he relaxed as he slowly returned the hug. “I’m sorry,” Kongpob said. It didn’t really matter to him at that moment which one of them had said the words that resulted in the break of their arguing followed by Arthit leaving. He didn’t care because Arthit was there and it meant that they could work through the problem. “I don’t want to argue anymore. I’m tired and stressed, you’re tired and stressed. Can we just… not do that again?”

“I shouldn’t have l-” Arthit started to apologize, but he broke off speaking when Kongpob held him tighter, causing them both to stumble back a step. “Okay, okay. Too tight.” Kongpob reluctantly let go of Arthit, but they both stood there when he did. Things weren’t fixed. They were both still quite obviously stressed out and annoyed and there was a strange tension to the air - but arguments didn’t always get cleared up right away. The thing that Kongpob found most important and the reason that he was able to smile despite it all was because Arthit was there, and it meant that they could get through it.

[starshinegoblin]

You’re My Moon

read more Merry & Bright | Prompt: Ornament | Pairing: Ming x Kit

"God, it's cold." Beam complained the moment they got out of the warmth of Forth's truck. Beam visibly shivered as he pulled Forth's dark grey wool jacket more closed.

"Can you stop complaining?" Kit huffed in annoyance. He loved Beam but the man was seriously testing his patience. Forth had been generous enough to lend them his still warm truck when Beam said he wanted to go grab some presents with Kit in the outdoor market. There had been some resistance at first from the hazer. Then Beam had given Forth a look and it actually took a few more rather long minutes for him to cave. Honestly, he couldn't blame him either. Beam had recently gotten over a really bad strain of the flu. Forth finally agreed  if they took his truck and they had to be back by the time Ming and his hazing meeting was over. Which meant that while it was cold at least they'd have day light instead of shopping at night time.

"You're lucky we shared that pudding cup in elementary school." Beam snapped playfully at him pulling him out of his thoughts just in time to be shoulder bumped.

"You're lucky Forth let's you drive that truck. Imagine how willing he'd be after he found out about P'Nat's 4Runner." Kit sassed back with a grin on his face.

"Hey! You said that you wouldn't ever bring that back up! Besides, Forth wouldn't care about that." Beam laughed as he playfully slapped Kit's shoulder.

"Keep telling yourself that, Jan." Kit joked as they walked through through the entrance of the outdoor market. "But all jokes aside, thanks for telling him you wanted to go shopping. I have to find an ornament today." He was a little upset with himself though because the Daichapanya ornament exchange tradition is important. He didn't want to just get Ming any ornament. This was their first exchange with his family and he didn't want him to think he didn't care.

"The things we do in the name of a pudding cup years later." Beam continued to joke earning a weak daggerish glare from Kit "That's what best friends are for and besides N'Cake had recommended the stall at the end of the third row when I told her what you were looking for."

"Okay." Kit nodded as they made their way towards the vendor. They passed several ornament stalls. The only one that caught his eye was the stall that had been blown glass ornaments. He'd favored a black with navy reflects blown glass gear, but it didn't feel right. Ming had told him that his father was an engineer too so there would probably ones like this one their family tree.

So they continued on grabbing something warm to drink to help fight the cold air. When they approached the stall N'Cake was talking about he understood why she had recommended it. The craftsman was a true artist. Her specialty being able to make metal ornaments that almost looked like wind chimes. He found a couple that he thought would be cute but his eyes fell on the one she was currently working on. A crescent moon resting on clouds with three chains of stars dangling from the clouds.

"I can attach a star that I can engrave a message on in the middle if you want this one, dear." the older woman stated as she stopped her work and reached for the charm.

"Yes, please, P." He nodded taking the pencil and paper that she gave him. He knew just what to put on it.

It was hours later with him and Ming already at Ming's parent's house. Their home was more cozy than what he'd anticipated and decorated to the hilt. He'd thought it would be something elegant out of a Martha Stewart catalog but no it was wonderfully tacky and excessive. Ming informed him that his Mother and Grandmother adored the holiday.  The christmas tree was tall but not to the ceiling and the older ornaments were already on it. They'd put them on the tree before eating dinner. The new ones would go on after they ate.

He rather enjoyed though that the mantle was stocked full of older christmas pictures. He loved trying to find ones of Ming and that's where his boyfriend found him. Standing in front of the fire place nursing a cup of hot cocoa filling up the time as Ming, grandmother, and his mom wrapped up cleaning the kitchen. He would have helped but they'd shooed him out. Ming's father had gotten a call so he'd left Kit alone in the living room.

"Do you want some more hot chocolate, Kitkat?" Ming asked drawing him out of his thoughts.

"No, I'm good." Kit answered as Ming wrapped an around his waist pulling him close.

"Which one are you looking at?"

"This one." Kit said pointing with his finger holding the coffee cup towards a picture of Ming and Yo emerging from a rather tall box.

"Ahhh, that one is good." Ming chuckled "This is back when Yo's mom was still alive. We celebrated christmas together that year. We both had gotten so many presents, but we ended up playing with the boxes they came in."

Kit could help but laugh. Of course those two would do something like that. It was like they shared one brain cell sometimes, but he guessed the same could be said about him, Beam, and Pha.

"Good times." Ming's mother stated from behind them making them turn around to find the other three watching them with smiles.

"Everyone ready to exchange our ornaments?" Ming's grandmother asked cheerfully sipping on her coffee.

"Yes." Ming answered excitedly as he helped his mom pass out the gifts. Kit couldn't help but watch anxiously as Ming opened his gift box. He hoped that Ming liked it. Ming carefully undid the white ribbon before lifting the top of the black box off. He shuffled the delicate paper it'd been wrapped in open to find his ornament.

Kit's breath caught at the warm smile that took over his boyfriend's face. Ming had many smiles but this one was the one that was intimate. He only showed this one to Kit when he was at his utmost happy and sentimental. Lithe hands delicately lifted the metal ornament from it's package. His eyes catching something written on the bottom charm. He used his other hand to hold it in place to read it: You'll always be the moon that holds my heart. Kit felt his ears blush as Ming's gaze flicked to meet his. He knew the words were cheesy but he the most important part is that he meant them. Ming had his heart and he would always love him.

"That's beautiful, honey!" Ming's mother exclaimed seeing the ornament as she got up to go put her's and his father's on the tree.

"Yes, it is." Ming replied not taking his eyes off Kit.

"Open yours sweetie." Ming's Grandmother said gently resting a hand on Kit's shoulder. Kit nodded swallowing before doing just that. He set the lid beside him searching in the sea of crinkled cut up paper.His fingers finally finding the wire hook. He lifted the ornament out and couldn't help the laugh the bubbled out. He knew exactly who got his name when they had drawn names at Thanksgiving brunch. His ornament  was a blown glass cat with a glittery green scarf and santa's hat. Inside the stomach area is a glittery designed kitkat package.

"I love it." Kit chuckled making Ming preen from his seat across from him.

"That's so adorable!" Ming's grandmother stated admiring the ornament "Hurry go put it on the tree so we can take this years picture."

"Let me go find the camera!" Ming's dad stated suddenly rising from his seat. Ming's mother and grandmother playfully swatting at him and scolding him for forgetting the camera. The three of them distracted, Kit and Ming got up to put their ornaments on the tree. Ming found his easily enough but the only other good places were up high.

"Here let me." Ming offered gently taking the ornament to put it on the tree for him.

"Thank you." Kit smiled letting himself leaning against Ming's chest.

"You're welcome." Ming replied giving him one of his beaming smiles before leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. As they parted they heard the telling sound of a camera lens shuttering.

"Grandma!" Ming lightly scolded as they turned around sheepishly.

"Oops." Ming's grandmother cackled.

[maychild]

sotus the series ep. 13

OH MAN THIS EPISODE

OH MAN

I feel like i died and then came back as a ghost. 

Okay, but it’s unfair how good everyone looked at Tum & Fon’s wedding. So unfair. 

AND, ALSO, *SCREAMINGGGGG*

(i swear this was my college experience, just naps, naps all the time)

so, in trying to figure out the timeline, and thanks to phones displaying the dates in English script and not Thai script, we’re in the month of December, and Tum/Fon’s wedding is..Saturday, December 17th?? This is going to become relevant for everyone later...

(although...the wall calendar made it seem like it was the 19th...stupid wall calendar.)

also, one point for realism showing arthit’s cracked screen.

I think Prem looks very handsome in his traditional Chinese clothes, so u can stfu, arthit.

there were a LOT of surprising things happening this ep, but none more so than finding out that ple and bright used to date. like, kongpob is surprised, and i’m like, same, kongpob, same. (i mean...ple is so beautiful and awesome and mature, and bright...well, he’s bright. the opposite of mature. he’s a good friend, but that’s all that could really be said about him.)

“love is always beautiful even though in the end it hurts.”

wise words, ple, wise words. 

love the whole red theme they have going on at this wedding. 

I love that Prem’s thing is also photography--in addition to being an engineering student.

yes, this is arthit looking at kongpob.

(srsly everyone looked so handsome and beautiful at this wedding that i’m extremelyyy jealous.)

soooo arthit makes a decision this ep, but before he shares that decision with kongpob, he tries to make small talk with the other man, and it’s so endearingly awkward. kongpob is just trying to make it through this wedding with his sanity intact! but no, there arthit is, trying to make it seem like he hadn’t been avoiding kongpob since like November! (It’s December by now, remember.)

unimpressed!kongpob:

wanting-to-be-with-kongpob-but-still-shy!arthit:

more of arthit looking around for kongpob:

so tum/fon are in only one other earlier episode and here at their wedding, so we don’t know *too* much about them, but i’m already stanning: 

(and there are a lot of parallels between how tum & fon met and how arthit & kongpob met--he was the head hazer, she was head of the medical unit in her third year and fighting with him bc of all the freshmen fainting. arthit is head hazer and kongpob is the freshman *fighting* with him...)

“Whenever I’m with Fon, I’m not always happy. We often fight. You know what? This morning, we even fought. It was about the wedding cake. But Fon and I, we’ve been through so much together. Be it an angry moment, a happy moment, a sad moment. Sometimes we even fought until we cried. But I know...what’s ahead of us on this journey. But I still choose to be with her. Do you know why? Because Fon makes me someone I never thought I would be.”

thank goodness arthit is surrounded by good friends like knot and tum, good friends who can talk through his romantic problems with him even if they don’t know the whole story.

but like, what if Kongpob went *back* to campus with Ple???!! interesting that the moment arthit wants to see kongpob, the dude pops up.

“Even if I don’t know what’s coming my way, how close or how far I’ll end up, I still want to be next to you.” 

!!!!!

ARTHIT GOT HIS MAN

ARTHIT PULLED IN HIS MAN BY HIS TIE TO SNOG THE LIFE OUT OF HIM

sooo i kinda wish the ep ended with the kiss--it just seemed like a natural stopping point, but no, there’s still eight more minutes (not that i hate the remaining eight minutes bc they are wonderful too, but this is wayyy too much for our hearts already). 

also, wad isn’t seen this ep, but they *do* mention him and i count that as a win *gathers her crumbs happily*

sigh.

a truly beautiful episode, in all the ways.  

(also arthit gets his iced coffee and kongpob gets his pink milk and WOW the symbolism.)

(so before i rewatched the ending of this ep a thousand times, i thought arthit was giving kongpob’s gear necklace back to him, and was subsequently confused. BUT THEN i realized, wait, this is a *gold* gear and kongob’s is *silver* so this is arthit’s own gear necklace, and tHEN I COMPLETELY LOST MY SHIT.)

[whyamistillwatchingtheseshows]

@cheap-pack-of-cigarettes I took your assessment and thought, so how does Forth come to this conclusion? How does rolling the sleeves fit into his daily fashion routine?

Beam watched Forth with fascination. The whole ensemble, the whole process meant something. Forth pulled on his Engineer blazer and rolled the sleeves just enough to show the sleeves of the white t-shirt. 

“Why do you do that?” Beam asked, confusion plastered on his face. It served no purpose except maybe to Forth it did. Beam suddenly suspected he knew just what “look” Forth was aiming for. 

“I don't know. I just do.” Forth could see Beam through the mirror. Beam burst into laughter when Forth gave a little flex and readjusted the right sleeve because apparently it didn’t even out with the left. “What’s so funny?” Forth walked to the end table and retrieved his necklace. He put it on. Beam kept laughing. 

“I get it now. You think it makes you look tough.” Beam thought about it a moment. It kind of did.  Beam had a sexier look in mind. Shirtless, just jeans. Maybe the necklace too if only to accentuate Forth’s beautiful neck. Forth sat on the bed for a moment, Beam leaned over and undid a sleeve. Forth bit his tongue. He stood and placed himself back in front of the mirror. “You know the image is lost on me, mister tough guy because I know that on the inside you’re just as gooey as the center of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.” 

Forth glared at him in the mirror and redid his sleeves. There was that little flex again and Beam lost it. Forth jumped on him. “Aoi!” He groaned in pain. “I’m going to ruin those sleeves again.”

“I dare you!” Forth challenged him. Beam saw an opportunity to create the look he wanted. So he unrolled one sleeve, then the other and stripped the blazer off his shoulders. Beam tossed it to the floor. Feeling the build-up of anticipation makes Forth lick his lips, and so he graciously raises his arms for Beam to take the white t-shirt off. Ah and there it is. Jeans, shirtless, necklace.

“I guess the head hazer,” Beam smiled. “Gets to be late to the ceremony.” 

“I’m going to make you do 100 hundred squats if you make me late.” 

“Oh, but that’s pushing it. There are new rules about what hazing techniques can be used.”

“Let me get dressed and leave then.” Beam wrapped arms around his waist and laid his head on his chest. It was Beam’s favorite quick hug, because Forth often put his hands in his hair. 

“So..” After several minutes, Forth spoke first. “You going to kiss me or what?”

“First admit why you roll up your sleeves.” Beam leaned up and kissed his neck. That would butter him up. 

“Fine!” Forth felt kind of ridiculous now. “It’s because it makes me look like a bad boy, you know. It makes me look intimidating.” Beam snickered. “Would you stop laughing?” 

“No.” Beam put himself in Forth’s lap. His hands gripping his shoulders. Forth latched hands around his waist. “It’s too funny,” Beam said in his face. Forth snatched his lips. Beam caressed fingers up his neck and latched them into his hair. He pressed harder into the kiss. Forth lifted him up and maneuvered to lay himself back onto the bed. Beam followed which broke the kiss for a moment as he snuggled himself on top of Forth. 

“You’re still doing the 100 squats.”

“In your dreams,” Beam retorted. Forth kissed that cheeky mouth again. It’ll be fun to explain why the head hazer was late.

[chanagun]

I Linger By Your Side

Fandom: SOTUS The Series Pairing: Prem/Wad

Notes: my soft boys used to not be so soft with each other and I wanted to write about them addressing that Title is lyrics from Hello by Boys Republic (thank you Nico) 449 Words

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"Are you even listening to me?" Wad didn't mean for his tone to change, but he couldn't help let the emotion reach his voice.

"I'm actually in the middle of something, if you couldn't tell!" Prem yelled back at him, obviously frustrated. Wad flinched. He knew he might have instigated, but it still stung. Prem sighed and ran his hand through his hair before looking up. He met Wad's gaze and froze. "Wad—"

"I'm going for a walk."

"Wad—" Prem couldn't finish since Wad already turned on his heel and was headed to their apartment door.

He made it to the hallway and the door slammed shut behind him. He didn't actually make a move to leave the building. Tears pricked his eyes before he roughly brushed them away.

He heard the door open behind him before arms wrapped around his middle.

"I'm sorry," Prem said into the crook of Wad's neck. Wad didn't move.

"You haven't yelled at me like that since you were a hazer," Wad replied, barely registering above a whisper. "I thought we moved past that," he finished, voice cracking as he tried not to cry.

"I know, I'm sorry, it just came out." A neighbor came up the stairs at the end of the hall and glanced at them with a furrowed brow before turning towards their own door.

Wad reached for Prem's hands clasped in front of him and broke them apart. "Let's just go back inside." Prem silently followed his boyfriend back into the apartment. Wad sat on the kitchen counter and Prem stopped in front of him. "I didn't mean to overreact like that—"

"What? No, it was justified. I was being an ass, I shouldn't have yelled—"

"It just brought back the bad memories—"

"Ive always had a short fuse, you know that, but—"

"No, I know, and the job thing has you on edge—"

"You shouldn't have to make excuses for me, Wad. I'm apologizing for my behavior." The air between them stilled as Wad absorbed Prem's words. Prem came into his space again, tentatively caressing Wad's cheek. "I don't ever want to make you feel like... like you're small. Or you aren't being respected. I don't want to bring back those memories because... my heart shattered when I saw your face when I yelled. I know couples fight, but couples shouldn't hurt each other. I'm sorry Wad."

Wad clenched his jaw before pulling Prem forward by the elbow to bury his face into the soft fabric of his boyfriend's shirt. Prem wrapped his arms around Wad again. "I'm sorry, too."

"It's okay," Prem cooed, brushing back Wad's hair gently, "We're okay."