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[weilongfu]

For the prompt weekend 😊 Pete (LBC) accidentally meets Tutor and hijinks/ pranks ensue 😉

YOU’RE SO MEAN. OKAY FINE I GUESS I’M WRITING THE BOYFRIEND TRAP FIC.Title: The Boyfriend TrapPairings: Fighter/Tutor, AePeteSummary:Pete thought the day was special just because he had a chance to wander through the Engineering building. He never expected that he’d be confused for one of the seniors. Nor did Tutor expect to be confused for Pete. However, with this opportunity before them, the two decide a little fun is in order. Or at least, fun at Fighter’s expense.

(Don’t send more prompts. Just clearing the previous ones out.)

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Pete took a moment to relish the empty halls of the Engineering faculty. Although he had spent plenty of time with Ae, it was very rare that he got to see the places where Ae spent his time learning. Sure, they often met in the canteen and Pete was now very familiar with the different parking lots and sports fields on campus, but Ae seemed to always pull Pete away from the Engineering building. As if there were secrets that must be kept from those uninitiated.

But today, Ae was still in a Physics lab and Pete had been let out of class early. Now he was free to walk and observe his fill of how the Engineering students worked. It was interesting how many machine shops and computer labs the faculty contained. Even the 3D printer was entertaining to watch for a few minutes. 

Pete sighed as he continued his wandering. As much as Pete enjoyed it, spending most of their time in his apartment was not exactly the way he had imagined being boyfriends with Ae to be. Being able to walk around like this, just being able to be, was nice. And if Ae could be encouraged to walk with him? That would be better still.

A jolt in his shoulder shook Pete from his thoughts as he found himself actually tilting his head up just a bit to stare at an Engineering senior. His face was handsome, but his expression was mostly blank, but for the darting of his eyes up and down. 

“Tutor, why are you-”

“Hey!” Ae ran and put his arm around Pete before he could say that his name wasn’t Tutor. “Sorry P’Fighter, please excuse me and my boyfriend.”

Fighter’s nostrils flared just a bit. “Boyfriend? You… You’re dating-”

“You have a problem with it?” Ae tipped his chin up. Fighter looked between him and Pete carefully. “P’Fighter?”

“N-No. Not at all…” Fighter frowned and walked off Pete watched him go and Ae pulled him just a bit closer.

“Ae… Was that one of your seniors?”

“Yeah, that’s P’Fighter. He doesn’t normally bother anyone.”

“He seemed… confused?”

“Don’t mind him. If he wants to cause a problem, I’ll deal with it.”

“Ae, you shouldn’t fight your seniors,” Pete said, but it warmed him in all sorts of ways to hear Ae say time and time again that he’d fight anyone for him.

“He’s not worth respecting if he can’t deal with me dating you. Come on, let’s go grab lunch.”

Down another hallway, Fighter bumped into someone yet again and found himself looking at the same face he’d just bumped into, but wearing a different uniform.

“When did you-” Fighter turned around and looked back. Tutor was still there, wearing his Engineering shirt and jeans. “Why did you change your uniform again?”

“P’Fight, I never changed my uniform,” Tutor said slowly, as if talking to a child. “I’ve been wearing this all day. Are you trying to tease me again?”

“But I just saw-”

Tutor shook his head. “I have to get to class. Excuse me, P’Fight.”

Tutor pushed past and Fighter watched him walk away, finally processing the last thing he wanted to say. “Since when do you date boys who are your junior?!”

Tutor whipped around and stomped right back into Fighter’s face. “Excuse me?”

“You’re dating a freshman, aren’t you?”

“Who said I was dating a freshman? When will you stop bothering me like this?” Tutor looked over Fighter, disgust and concern in equal proportions. “What’s gotten into you? Teasing me by getting into my face isn’t enough anymore? Now you have to spread rumors?”

“But I just saw-”

“I don’t know what you saw, but you saw wrong. Excuse me.” Tutor walked off again, as annoyed as ever and Fighter fought the urge to pull his own hair out.

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Ae set down two bowls of soup and sat down. Pete had gone to get the drinks while Ae got the food. As Ae looked up, he watched as Pete walked by, completely passing him, dressed in someone’s Engineering shirt. Ae nearly saw red before storming up to him.

“What the hell? Whose Engineering shirt are you wearing?!” Ae pulled at the collar and the taller boy immediately grabbed his hand and pulled it off. “When did you even-”

“Nong, you better apologize right now. This is MY Engineering shirt.” Tutor straightened his shirt out while glaring Ae down. 

“Nong?! Pete, what the-”

“Ae! I’m back!”

Ae turned around to see Pete approaching with two cups of soda. When he turned to face the doppleganger, Tutor was already gone. Ae rubbed at his eyes and blinked before turning back to Pete. Pete’s smile had faded just a bit, but his expression was still soft and happy. 

“Ae, is something wrong?”

“I… You don’t know any of the Engineering faculty seniors, right?”

“Huh? Pete pouted. “Ae, you know I only talk to you and your friends. I don’t know any seniors here.”

“So you can’t ask anyone for the Engineering shirt, right?”

“Of… course I can’t?”

“Right. Don’t ask anyone for their shirt. Wait for me to give you mine,” Ae said firmly as he sat down and pushed a bowl of soup in Pete’s direction. “Come on, eat up.”

“Ae…” Pete stirred his soup slowly. “I’m really looking forward… to wearing your Engineering shirt.” Pete smiled at Ae and Ae wished they were somewhere private. 

“Yeah? You want to wear it?”

“If it’s Ae’s, of course I do.”

“One more year,” Ae promised.

“One more year,” Pete agreed.

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“I swear, this faculty gets crazier and crazier every year,” Tutor complained as he sat down at a table after class. He looked to Saifah and found him making faces at Zon. Tutor waved a hand in front of his face to get his attention again. “Will you stop teasing him?”

“But it’s fun,” Saifah argued. “He gets riled up so easy, it’s kind of…”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Tutor warned. Saifah held his hands up in surrender. “Anyway, twice today someone confused me for someone else. First P’Fight thinks I’m dating a junior and then a junior comes up to me and accuses me of stealing someone else’s shirt? The hell is going on here today?” Tutor’s eyes focused on Saifah’s face again to find the taller boy making faces at Zon again. “I swear to god-”

“I’m paying attention!” Saifah announced. “I’m- Hey, who’s that?” Saifah pointed at another boy walking down the path. “Holy shit… He looks just like you!”

“What?” Tutor tried to follow Saifah’s finger. “No he doesn’t.” 

“I swear, if you two stood next to each other, you’d be twins.” 

“Don’t you start-”

“HEY NONG! YEAH YOU! THE CUTE ONE!” Saifah ignored all the dirty looks, especially the ones from Zon as the boy he yelled at pointed at himself. Saifah nodded vigorously and the boy frowned, but walked over. 

Tutor’s eyes widened the closer the boy got. The boy’s expression also turned into one of confusion.

“Uh… P’... You…”

“Holy shit, it’s like someone hit copy and paste,” Saifah said with glee. “This is amazing! They say everyone has a twin, but this is nuts.”

“Nong… What’s your name?” Tutor said as he got up to get a better look.

“My name is Pete.”

“I’m Tutor. This jerk is Saifah.”

Saifah ignored the jab and continued rambling. “This is like a scene straight out of a novel. What are the odds?!” To the side, Zon shouted in alarm and ran off. Saifah’s eyes darted between the fleeing boy and the twin expressions of Pete and Tutor. “I’m just gonna…” Saifah smiled, waved, and then ran after the shorter boy.

Pete and Tutor turned to face each other and were only mildly surprised to find similar expressions of annoyance. Pete recovered a little more quickly than Tutor did though and smiled after.

“Well… At least this explains everything that happened earlier this afternoon,” Pete said as he sat down. “Ae must have seen you and had a misunderstanding. Please let me apologize for him, P’.” 

“Huh… Were you up on the third floor hallway earlier today too?”

“I think so, P’.” 

“That… does explain things. Apology accepted.” Tutor offered his hand and Pete shook it. Tutor’s hand felt rough and calloused, similar to Ae’s hands, and yet the look of them was so similar to Pete’s. It was a strange dissonance that Pete couldn’t reconcile. “So, what do we do now?”

“Do we have to do something, P’Tutor?”

Tutor tilted his head and he finally smiled. “Would you like to help me deal with someone, N’Pete?”

“Will I get Ae in trouble?”

“Your Ae can help if you like.”

Pete thought about it. “Actually… Can P’ help me play a few tricks on Ae?”

“Your boy gets very jealous. Are you sure you want to play a trick on him?” Pete’s face turned a little pink. “Ah. So it’s like that.”

“P’Tutor…”

“Well… I’ll tell you what I have in mind and you tell me what you have in mind. Let’s see if we can find some common ground that won’t trip us both up, hm?”

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The next week provided the perfect opportunity for Pete and Tutor to cause mayhem. Engineering held monthly faculty mixers for all Engineering students to attend. It fostered the community and relationship between seniors and juniors. Ae, being a freshman, was not entirely required to attend and often didn’t want to. Tutor similarly had rarely ever gone, especially because Fighter, on the other hand, as the most senior, had to show up to every single one. 

Through Tutor, Pete found out about the next scheduled faculty mixer and began to put their plan into motion.

“Ae… Ever since what happened with P’Fighter, I’m a little worried…” Pete hugged Ae’s arm and made his eyes as big and wide as possible. “Maybe if you introduced me as your boyfriend to everyone in your faculty, we’d avoid some more mixups.”

“Ai Koon Chai, you really think that’s a good idea?” Ae ran a hand through Pete’s hair. “I didn’t think you’d want to be so open with the entire faculty already.”

“I like Ae, what’s there to be ashamed of?”

Ae pinched Pete’s cheek and Pete pouted. “Okay, if that’s what you want, then let’s go to the Engineering mixer together. That’ll be obvious enough.”

“Mm, thank you, Ae.” Pete rested his head on Ae’s shoulder and looked up at him. “Are the Engineering mixers usually fun?”

Ae suddenly looked contemplative. “Eh… I’ve never actually been to one. What’s the worst that could happen?”

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As Ae was just a freshman, his arrival to the mixer, regardless of who was on his arm, was not exactly a big commotion. Ae made the proper rounds, introducing himself to seniors and saying hello. So naturally, as one of the most senior students, Fighter was also due in for a greeting. Ae stepped in front of Fighter, but his expression was surprisingly fierce. Pete rubbed soothing circles into Ae’s shoulder while Ae’s grip on Pete’s hand tightened. 

“P’Fighter, my name is Ae. As your junior, please continue to take care of me,” Ae said with a wai. “This is my boyfriend, Pete.”

Fighter’s eye twitched. “Pete?”

“Yes.” Pete also offered his own wai. “It’s nice to see Ae has such kind seniors that are worried about him.”

“So… You… You aren’t-”

Pete let his expression turn confused. “P’Fighter, are you saying you know someone who looks like me?” Fighter only coughed before looking away. “Oh, I guess P’Fighter doesn’t want to say.”

Ae grit his teeth. “P’Fighter, do you not want to answer Ai Pete’s question?”

Fighter turned back around, but his eyes darted everywhere but Pete’s face. “Nothing to say. Go on, there’s more seniors you should greet.” Ae frowned but walked away with Pete in tow. Pete only smiled and waved at Fighter.

Once they were far enough away, Pete texted Tutor as Ae continued to introduce himself. It was time to spring the trap. 

After that, everywhere Fighter looked, Pete, the boy who looked like Tutor, was everywhere. His smile, his laugh, his soft expressions. But Fighter couldn’t find Tutor anywhere. Not that Tutor usually came to the monthly mixers anyway.

But now that he was forced to see that Ae was dating Pete, that meant Tutor was still available. That meant that as long as no one else could get close to Tutor, that Fighter was still able to circle him forever. 

At that moment, Fighter turned towards the door to see Pete walk in, looking a little disheveled, his clothes just a bit less neat, his expression was also just shy of wrong. It looked more like Tutor’s expressions. But with a deep breath, Pete’s face seemed to return to normal and he sorted himself out and entered the fray. Fighter frowned and turned towards where he had last though he saw Pete, by the snack table. Pete had gone missing from there and so had Ae. But there was no possible way that the two could have gotten around Fighter and left to do something only to return now. 

As Fighter went back to scanning the room, Pete’s face was suddenly in front of his. “Hi P’Fight!” Fighter jerked back on reflex, nearly knocking over a few chairs.

“N’Pete?”

“Mm! Was P’Fight looking for me?” Pete took another step closer into Fighter’s space. “Or maybe… P’Fight…” Pete fiddled with his fingers, looking up from under long lashes. “P’Fight wants to talk to me?”

Fighter’s mind blanked, caught in the confusing mess of a line that divided Pete and Tutor in his mind. The worst part was how vague it was. Tutor had correctly assumed that Fighter didn’t understand him well at all before, and now Fighter was going to pay the price. 

Using silence like a shield, Fighter ran off amid Pete’s giggles. 

Meanwhile with Ae, Pete quickly checked his phone and then tapped Ae on the shoulder. “Ae, I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Sure, Ai Koon Chai. You know where it is?”

“Yes, I saw it on the way here. Should I bring you back some snacks?”

Ae smiled and pinched Pete’s cheek. “Yes. I’d like that.”

Pete left and returned two minutes later, plate filled with snacks rather chaotically. Ae raised an eyebrow. Pete was normally very neat about these things, but perhaps in the jostle of the party, the plate had gotten messed up. 

“That was fast. Did you really have to use the bathroom,” Ae asked as he picked at some chips on the plate. 

“Uh… yeah, really badly,” Pete said, although his voice broke part of the way through. Ae frowned. Something sounded wrong. 

Ae turned to Pete and searched his face in the dim light. Ae considered himself very aware of every wrinkle and freckle on Pete’s face, but he could not find anything amiss. Ae reached out to pinch Pete’s cheek again and was surprised to see Pete flinch back for a second before he leaned back in. But by then, Ae had already withdrawn his hand. 

“Are you okay? You never flinch back like that.”

Pete’s eyes darted up and down for a moment. “No no! Everything is fine, Ae… really! I just thought I saw something to the side and moved.” Pete picked up Ae’s hand and pressed it against his cheek. The skin was smooth under Ae’s fingertips, but something was just a bit off. It felt just shy of the kind of supple Pete’s skin care routine afforded. “I’m sorry for making Ae worry.”

“I’m not worried… Just…” Ae huffed. “I’m sorry. I must be over thinking things. There’s too many seniors here and I’m worried how pretty they all think you are.”

“Ae…” Pete whined, but he snuggled up to Ae’s arm regardless. “Pete only likes you.”

“Thank you, Ai Koon Chai.”

Unbeknownst to Ae, Pete bit his lip and he looked out over the room to see if the next part of the plan was underway. 

Fighter had retreated to the safety of the back wall, hidden amidst shadows and decorations. From his vantage point, he watched as Saifah danced with a much shorter boy from Comm Arts. He was so distracted wondering when the two had gotten so close after the entire faculty knew them to always be yelling at each other, that he completely missed the moment Pete slid up next to him.

“P’Fighter! Why are you hiding here?” Fighter nearly fell over after suddenly hearing Pete’s voice. “Surely as a senior, you should be out there?”

“Oh, is P’Fighter waiting for P’Tutor?” Pete stepped just a bit closer. “I heard people say I look like P’Tutor. Is that true?”

Fighter adamantly looked in the opposite direction. “Maybe.”

“Oh… I expected P’Fighter to tease me then.”

“Huh?”

“They say P’Fighter likes to tease P’Tutor. Are you going to tease me too?” Fighter turned to face Pete as Pete shifted his hair and his stance just a bit. “How about now?” Pete’s voice took on just a hint of a deeper tone. And as if he’d been there all along, Pete became Tutor. “P’Fight, are you telling me you’ve finally decided not to tease me anymore?”

Fighter’s eyes darted all over. “You… Were you…”

“Who can say?” Pete shifted his hair back and smiled. “Have fun tonight P’Fighter! You never know which one of us you’ll be talking to tonight.”

Fighter watched as Pete walked away. A distance away, another Pete left Ae and headed in the same direction. The two met in the bathroom. Tutor fixed his hair and took off his copy of the sweater Pete was wearing. Pete similarly switched the sneakers he had worn to match Tutor into his preferred leather shoes he’d hidden in the bathroom. 

“Back into the fray?” Tutor asked.

“I think P’Fighter will be a little bit more reasonable now,” Pete replied. “I hope it works out for you, P’Tutor. Fighting!” Tutor ruffled Pete’s hair despite his squawk of annoyance and walked back out. Shortly after, Ae walked in. Pete startled and nearly fell, but Ae caught him.

“So you did switch on me,” Ae said as he helped Pete stand up properly. “I feel like I should punish you for that, making me think P’Tutor was you.”

“Is… Ae really mad?” Pete looked up at Ae from under his lashes. “Because… If Ae really wanted to punish me…” Pete looked around before leaning in, close to Ae’s ear. “Then we should go home first.”

Pete could feel the change in Ae’s breathing and knew his pupils had dilated. Ae’s grip on Pete’s arms had tightened as well. “I think we spent enough time here. Let’s go home.”

Pete laughed as Ae pulled him away.

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Fighter watched as someone who could be either Tutor or Pete approached for the third time that night. Fighter schooled his face into his usual bored expression and waited. However, he found himself ignored in favor of the snacks table. Tutor-Pete approached again a few minutes later, only to be distracted by Saifah and Day. It was after the next teasing approach that Fighter knew he’d have to approach and try his luck. 

Fighter walked up and cleared his throat as Tutor-Pete selected a cup of pink milk from the table. “Nong, let’s talk.”

Tutor-Pete took a sip of his pink milk and fluttered his lashes just a bit. “Not even going to try guessing which one I am, P’Fighter?”

Fighter took a deep breath and cornered Tutor-Pete against the table. A flash of irritation crossed the other boy’s eyes and Fighter knew who he was dealing with. “Tutor. You’re Tutor.”

“Are you sure,” Tutor said, soft and demure. “I could call out for Ae if you want to test that theory.”

Fighter hesitated for a moment, but followed his gut. “You are Tutor. Pete wouldn’t have looked irritated at that moment.”

“You’ve only met me today. Are you sure I wouldn’t be irritated, P’Fight?”

“And that.” Fighter inched closer and Tutor stepped back, pushing the table. “Only Tutor calls me P’Fight. Pete’s called me P’Fighter all night.”

Tutor sighed and rolled his neck and shoulders. “So you did learn something today, P’Fight. Are you still going to tease me?” Tutor edged away from the table. “Who knows what might happen if N’Ae sees you teasing someone who could be his Pete?”

“That won’t happen. I’ll make sure he knows you’re Tutor.”

“And what will that change?”

“If he knows you’re Tutor, he’ll know you’re mine.”

“I’m not anyone’s, P’Fight.” Tutor pushed Fighter back. “And you haven’t got the right to say that either.”

“Not now. But later.”

“Well then,” Tutor smiled. “See you later, P’Fight. If later comes.”

[weilongfu]

Thank you so much for making this prompt spam weekend for us! If prompts are still open, can you write me some fake dating! for tincan and then in the middle of their fake dating Can gets really jealous and possessive of tin bc of those girls/boys crushing or even getting close to tin, please? If that's okay! :)

“Cantalope.”

“I told you not to call me that,” Can yelled as he stood up from his seat. “What do you even want, Tin? Why are you in the Sports Science canteen?” Can looked around. “Isn’t it too dirty for you.”

Tin sniffed and sat down delicately. “I’m here on a matter of business.”

“Business with a dirty Thai Program? Are pigs flying?” Can leaned over to look outside. “There must be.”

“Do you want to hear the proposition or not?”

“Propo-what?”

Tin sighed. “I need a date for several parties next week.”

Can picked up his spoon and sat back down. “So what does that have to do with me?”

“I want you to be that date.”

Can’s spoon fell to the table with a clatter. “What?!”

“I don’t need you to date me for real. I just need you to come with me to some parties, be as loud and obnoxious as possible, eat all the food, and then leave.” Tin smirked. “You know, like how you normally act.”

“You asshole!”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“If you’re going to talk like that to me, then I’m not even going to think about it!”

“I’ll pay you.”

“I don’t need your money.”

“The food will be very, very good.”

Can opened his mouth, closed it, thought for a moment, and then said, “How good is very, very good?”

“The best chefs in Thailand will be cooking the food for every. Single. Party.”

“And I can eat as much as I want?”

“Yes.”

“Even if you have to roll me out of the venue?”

“I’d prefer you ate even more than that.”

“Okay, then I’ll do it!”

Tin raised an eyebrow. “You won’t be my fake date for money, but you’ll be my fake date for food?”

“I have principles, Ai Tin,” Can said stiffly. “I wouldn’t expect a person like you to understand.”

“You literally sold yourself out for food. You don’t get to be snide with me, Thai Program.”

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The first date was for some commercial real estate conglomerate. Can couldn’t remember the name of the company for the life of him. Tin took him around to greet a bunch of people, introducing him as his “very sweet boyfriend” and then left him to sit at a table with an endless stream of waiters bringing him food. Can counted it as a success. At least until people started coming up to him to talk.

“So, how ever did you meet N’Tin,” a lady dressed in a sparkly gold dress and large pearls asked. “You seem so... interestingly matched.”

Can chewed thoughtfully. Tin hadn’t asked him to lie, just show up, eat, and be “obnoxious.” “Ai Tin nearly ran me over with his car.”

“He did what?!”

“Oh Can loves to tell that crazy story,” Tin interjected, smoothly sliding into the seat next to Can. Can yelped though as Tin stepped on his foot. “It wasn’t nearly as close as he makes it sound.”

Crisis averted, Tin took over the conversation and Can continued to stuff himself. And while he was glad to no longer be the focus of the conversation, Can found himself just a bit miffed that he was not paid any attention by his supposed date.

“You’re an awful date,” Can said as they left the party. “Who would believe you’re anyone’s boyfriend when you leave them alone at the table?”

“Are you saying you want me to spend more time with you?”

Can made a face. “Not so much time. You’ll ruin my appetite.”

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The second date was a river cruise and Tin sat next to Can for most of the night, as if he’d taken Can’s criticism to heart. He placed bite upon bite of food on Can’s plate without stopping as he chatted away with other business people. Can, to his credit, attempted to interject once in a while whenever Tin nudged him and he was given polite stares. At least until the dessert course.

“Oh it’s a Japanese cheesecake,” Can had announced after a glance at the slice on his plate.

“I wasn’t aware that Sports Science majors were well versed in patisserie,” the man sitting across from Can said. 

Tin glanced at Can out of the corner of his eye, but Can wasn’t ruffled in the slightest. “Well, I’m not well versed in patisserie, but I know a Japanese cheesecake when I see one, sir.”

“Do tell us then, what should we be seeing?”

Can rolled his eyes. “Here we see that it is surprisingly fluffy, with air bubbles from whipped egg whites.” Can pointed at some with the tines of his fork. “And yet...” He cut into his slice. “We also see some creaminess to the texture. More like a mousse than an actual tear-away cake.” Can ate a bite. “A smooth and delicate flavor of the cream cheese with just a hint of vanilla. The feeling of bubbles popping in your mouth.” Can smiled. “Not a bad Japanese cheesecake at all, sir.”

Tin put his arm around Can and Can fought the instinct to throw it off. However, once he settled, the weight and warmth from Tin’s arm was surprisingly welcome. “You see? My Cantaloupe is talented in many interesting ways.”

“Hmph, clearly.”

Tin smiled and turned to talk to someone else as the rest of the table proceeded to eat the cake. Tin’s arm slipped away and Can found a part of himself mourning the loss.

“Was that better?” Tin asked as he drove Can home. “Did I spend enough time around you to convince others?”

“Why are you worrying about my opinion? Shouldn’t you ask the people you’re trying to trick?”

“Well, if you’re not happy, they won’t be convinced either, won’t they?”

Can bit his lip, unable to find a flaw in the logic. “You... They... I guess it was fine.”

Tin smiled just a bit. “Is that so? I’ll remember that.”

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The third and fourth dates, a surprisingly chaotic theater dinner and a pool party respectively, had passed in much the same way. But Can started to notice that despite the attentions Tin paid upon him, Tin was still approached by many a man or woman looking for his attentions. 

Can stuffed his face more than ever, as if food could fill the yawning void opening in his chest. “Why should I care that Tin’s not paying attention to me?” Can mumbled to himself as he ate another fancy, completely overloaded, hot dog during the pool party. “It’s not like I want his attention or anything.”

The fifth date was their last date for the week and Can was surprised to find it was a proper ball. Tin showed up to Can’s house two hours early with a neatly pressed suit. With much cajoling and effort, Can finished putting on the whole outfit. Tin’s face was composed as Can came out to show off, but Can could feel Tin’s eyes burning through the layers of cloth.

The ride to the venue was quiet. Can fiddled with the cufflinks Tin had given him and spent most of the time staring out the window, wondering why his heart was thudding away in his chest. Once they arrived, the pair was formally announced and Can felt a thousand eyes staring at him as they made their way down to the floor.

Before Can could run off to their assigned table, Tin pulled him on to the dance floor. “You owe me one dance before you’ll eat so much I have to roll you out of here,” Tin said before pulling Can into position. “Just don’t step on my toes and we’ll be fine.”

“I’ve got enough coordination to not just avoid your toes! I’ll dance circles around you!”

Tin smiled, a genuine smile not a smirk, and Can was forced to blink at how bright it was. “I’ll look forward to seeing that.”

Tin lead Can into the dance, a mess of steps, twirls, and whirls. By the end of the song, Can was laughing, pleasantly enjoying the final spin that Tin put him through. “Again! Again!”

Tin looked down at Can, his smile still bright. “Did you enjoy it that much?”

“Spinning in circles is always fun. Come on, one more!”

“Well, I-”

“Oh Tin!” A girl fluttered up to them and the smile fell off Tin’s face. Can found himself unconsciously looking down, as if he could find the shattered remains of it on the floor. “I’m so glad you made it. You promised me a proper dance last time.” She looked to Can. “And I see you’ve warmed yourself up already. So don’t waste any time. Let’s dance this next song.”

Can moved to let go of Tin’s hand, suddenly aware of how tight his grip was, but Tin held firm. “I’m sorry P’Prae. I promised my boyfriend one more dance before dinner. I hope you’ll excuse me so he doesn’t call me a liar.”

Can’s head shot up to look at Tin’s cool expression. “Oh? Did you?! Well that is right and fair then. Come find me after dinner. A fine dancer such as yourself, I won’t let you escape tonight until I’ve had my chance.”

“Of course, P’Prae.”

“Ai Tin...” Can pulled on Tin’s sleeve as Prae walked away. “You don’t have to-”

“You’re here as my date. I should treat you properly, right?” Tin pulled Can along and their dance started again.

After dancing, Tin lead Can to their dinner table to let him eat his fill. “I know you didn’t like it last time, but I really do need to talk to some people for a few minutes. I promise I’ll be back before the second course.”

Can nodded and reached for his appetizer. “Okay. Second course.”

Tin wandered off and Can kept a careful eye on him in between bites. And if he bit into his second course just a little more vehemently as Tin was still not at the table, no one had to know. Tin arrived at the start of the third course and Can chose to ignore him. Tin, to his credit, did continue to lavish attention on Can, but it fell on deaf ears. 

“Can. Cantaloupe.” Can shot Tin a glare at last. “I’m sorry I took a little longer.” 

“Not my concern,” Can said imperiously as he cut his steak. “You do what you have to.”

Tin frowned. “You’re upset.”

“Hardly.”

“You never talk in short sentences except when you’re really really mad.”

“And how would you know?!”

“I’ve made you mad plenty of times to know.”

Can paused, bite of steak part of the way to his mouth. “You...”

Tin pushed the bite closer to Can’s mouth. “Finish eating. You’ll feel better after and then... We can talk.”

“Nothing to talk about.”

Tin rested his chin on his hand. “You’re jealous.”

“Who’s jealous? Not me.”

“You’ve been looking at me across the room all night. You were ready to squeeze my hand to death with P’Prae around.”

“Means nothing.”

“There’s a part of you that’s jealous,” Tin said as he turned Can to face him. “There’s a part of you, that doesn’t want this to be fake anymore.” Can’s eyes widened as Tin’s face got closer. “Am I wrong?”

“You...” Can’s heart was racing as Tin’s face drew closer. “I don’t-”

“If you didn’t feel something, would you be so specific over how you want me to treat you?”

“You should treat me like a person!” Can pushed Tin back but it did nothing as Tin leaned back in again.

“Want to give it a try? Date me for real?”

“I’m not jealous!”

Tin put his hand over Can’s hand that held his fork. Can refused to acknowledge the tingles going up his arm. “Consider it, okay?” Tin moved to walk away and found his wrist held by Can.

“I considered it.”

“And?”

“And... I’ll let you have one date.”

“Five.”

“Three.”

“Deal.”

“Argh!” Can scrubbed at his hair and then Tin straightened it out again. “You tricked me! You just wanted more than one date!”

“Guilty.”

“Why am I even considering this?!” Tin smiled at Can and Can’s heart jumped again. “Oh... That’s why.”

“Hm?”

Can pushed Tin away again. “Go get me more dessert!” Tin laughed and did as was requested, but Can rested his hand on his chest. “He can’t smile like that around me. I’ll die.”

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Winteam prompt with either Win or Team confessing for the first time

Team sighed, burrowing himself deeper into Win’s pillow and comforter. Although Win’s bed was not necessarily much more comfortable and his pillows and sheets not much more soft, there was always something about spending nights in Win’s room that made Team feel more relaxed. 

Win only watched from his desk as he worked on some assignments. His presence had also become much more comforting. Even without the sex.

At last, just as Team had finished cocooning himself, Win huffed. “Are you comfortable at last?”

“Mm.”

“Going to sleep?”

“Mm.”

“Brat, can’t you even say it properly,” Win said without any heat.

Team rolled over to blink sleepy eyes at Win. “I’m comfortable. Thank you P’Win.”

Win’s eyes, normally so cocky, softened just a fraction and Team felt flutters in his chest. The terribly dreaded anxious flutters no less. Team had hoped to ignore what they meant, but if Win continued to look at him that way, there would only be one logical conclusion. 

“Okay, go to sleep early and rest up. You have a long day tomorrow, right?” Win scrolled through something on his phone. “That early morning class and then a math course... Maybe we should get lunch after... But then what will you eat for breakfast? I should wake up early and get some congee from the stall...”

Team blinked again, suddenly feeling awake, flutters more severe than ever. “You... P’Win knows my schedule?”

Win coughed. “Of course I do. I’m vice captain of the swim club. I have to know your schedule to plan practices!”

“And you’re planning my meals?”

Win gave Team a look. “Are you ever going to plan your own meals outside of begging N’Pharm to feed you?”

Team fell silent for a moment, his heart racing, before he said, “P’Win... Really cares about me.”

“Are you just noticing that now? What a terrible nong,” Win scoffed. Team sat up and Win got up to push him back down. “What are you doing? Didn’t you say you were tired? Go to sleep!”

“P’Win...” Team bit his lip before closing his eyes and breathing in deep. There could be no more avoiding the issue. Not with a confirmation like that. “I think I really care about you too.”

Win paused in his rearranging of the blanket around Team. “Excuse me?”

“I said... I really care about you too. I like P’Win.” Team looked up at Win, emotions plain on his face. “Does P’Win...”

Win tilted Team’s head up and rested their foreheads together before sighing. His breath was soft against Team’s lips. “P’Win likes N’Team too.” Win’s lips curved into a smile as they drew closer. “Can I kiss N’Team good night?”

“Y-Yes,” Team said as he leaned up just a bit to kiss Win.

It was hardly their first kiss, but it was the first time they had ever kissed out of emotions that were not fueled by sex or orgasm. Or at least Win’s stories and traps. It was soft and chaste, but didn’t fail to make Team’s heart beat harder than ever. At last, as their lips parted, Team fell back to the mattress and Win tucked him in properly.

“Go to sleep, N’Team. I’ll join you soon enough.” Win smoothed back Team’s hair and kissed his forehead. “Will you dream of me? Now that you’ve confessed?”

“No. I refuse,” Team mumbled, curling back up again. 

“Hmm... Yes, that’s the right answer. Why dream of your boyfriend when he’s right here?” Win had only a moment to pat himself on the back for his own line before Team hit him with the pillow.

[weilongfu]

Xiang Hao Ting and Yu Xi Gu as childhood friends turned lovers. Xi Gu's parents didn't die but are always away. So Hao Ting and Xi Gu spend a whole lot of time together. They pine over each other in secret until just before they go to college. Xi Gu blurts out, 'I like you' and Hao Ting is super excited he confesses too. Then they go for their first date.

(Don’t send more prompts, just clearing out previous ones)

“Xiao Gu!” Xi Gu yelped as Hao Ting picked him up and spun him around. “It’s been ages since we did a sleepover like this, huh?”

Xi Gu smiled, but it was just a little dim from the effort of ignoring his pounding heart. “Yeah it has been, huh?” 

“Crazy that your parents suddenly said it wasn’t okay to sleep over so often. They’re hardly at home anyway, how can they tell you to stay alone?” Hao Ting pulled Xi Gu closer to his larger body, body heat too much in the burning summer sun outside his family’s apartment complex. “Come on, let’s go inside! Mama and papa are waiting for you.’

“They... uh.. .had reasons. I’m sure,” Xi Gu said softly. “Mostly because I said I didn’t want to sleep over that often anymore.”

Xi Gu and Hao Ting had been friends for far longer than any one of the two could remember. Their parents often spoke fondly of a shy and tiny Xi Gu being pulled around an entire playground by an excitable Hao Ting, entirely too enamored after hearing Xi Gu talk about the stars so passionately. 

The two had remained close ever since, attending the same school for as long as they could remember, sharing food and blankets and friends. It was only now, on the cusp of graduating high school that at last Xi Gu and Hao Ting would go their separate ways to separate colleges. Hao Ting had gotten into a much more distant college, at least two hours away by commute, and Xi Gu was staying local. In the face of this, Hao Ting had invited Xi Gu over for one last proper sleepover before their schedules became too difficult to coordinate. 

Part of Xi Gu was saddened that he was essentially losing his best friend. Another part knew that he might lose Hao Ting anyway if he knew the real reason why Xi Gu didn’t stay over very often anymore. 

Hao Ting led Xi Gu up by the hand, his grip as firm, but easy to break as always. Xi Gu never did though. Too enamored with the way Hao Ting’s hand felt in his, he’d follow Hao Ting anywhere if he lead him that way. Hao Ting turned to look back at Xi Gu with such a wide smile and there was no helping the stuttering in Xi Gu’s chest. 

How shameful to love his best friend in such a way. 

Dinner was as loud and happy as ever in the Xiang household. Hao Ting’s parents adored Xi Gu as always and Hao Ting sulked as always about how much more his parents preferred Xi Gu to him. After dinner, and fruit with tea, Hao Ting led Xi Gu away into his bedroom, Xi Gu’s customary spare bed already prepared. 

“Here,” Hao Ting said as he passed Xi Gu a towel. “You’re the guest, go take your shower first.” Hao Ting’s fingertips grazed Xi Gu’s wrist and Xi Gu bit his lip. 

“I don’t really need to-”

“But I really insist-”

“Well I-”

“Xiao Gu, really-”

“Will you just go take your shower already? You’re holding up everyone else,” Yong Ching said as her head appeared in the doorway. 

Hao Ting moved to chase after her and she quickly ran. Xi Gu chuckled to himself before grabbing his things. “Okay, I’ll go shower first. Please excuse me.”

Xi Gu had managed to calm himself down enough in the shower that letting Hao Ting go for his had not bothered him. The bothering happened when Hao Ting came back, hair still dripping wet like he kept doing since he was five, and entirely topless. Xi Gu felt his mouth go dry. 

“Xiao Guuuuu,” Hao Ting whined. “Can you dry my hair for me?”

“Hao Ting, are you still a child?” Xi Gu asked, but he held his hand out for the towel anyway. Hao Ting passed it over and sat down so Xi Gu could reach his head easily and towel his hair. “Such a messy boy, how will you live without me when you’re in college?”

“I honestly don’t know,” Hao Ting said. “So I’m glad you could stay tonight. I know we see each other at school, but I feel like... You’ve been going further and further away from me.” Hao Ting tilted his head up to look at Xi Gu. “Are you mad at me for going to a far away school?”

“Don’t be dumb. I know how hard you worked to get into a good school. How can I be mad at you?”

“But then why are you being so...”

“I’m not.”

“You are! Bo Xiang and Xia En said they noticed it too!” 

“The only one who could notice anything is Xia De and you know it.”

“So you admit there’s something wrong!”

“Hao Ting.”

“Xi Gu.” Hao Ting reached up and pulled, causing Xi Gu to fall over Hao Ting’s shoulder into his lap and on the spare bed. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“No!”

“Don’t make me use that.”

“You... You wouldn’t dare!” Xi Gu started to panic. “You promised you wouldn’t when you were ten!”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“I’ll... I’ll call your bluff!”

“Too late!” Hao Ting pounced with a terrible tickle attack on Xi Gu’s sides, forcing the smaller boy to laugh loudly. Instead of panicked, the entire Xiang family relaxed upon hearing the commotion. Xi Gu’s laughter had once been a common sound in their home, how could they be mad to hear it again?

At last after five minutes of torture, Xi Gu shouted, “It’s because I like you!”

“What? What did you say?” Hao Ting pulled Xi Gu up to look into his eyes. “Say it again!”

XI Gu scrunched up his face and looked away. “I like you. I know it’s weird and-”

Xi Gu didn’t get a chance to finish, his mouth pulled into an enthusiastic kiss by Hao Ting. Xi Gu felt himself turn dazed at the searing press of Hao Ting’s lips and the lack of air. When the two parted, Hao Ting hugged Xi Gu’s waist, rubbing his head into Xi Gu’s stomach. 

“I’m happy, I’m so happy. Xi Gu likes me!” Hao Ting’s voice was muffled, but Xi Gu could feel it traveling up through his body and straight into his heart. “I like Xi Gu too, but I was always too afraid to say... And now...”

“And now?”

“Obviously now you have to date me! I like you and you like me back!” Hao Ting pulled away from Xi Gu’s stomach. “And I’m staying here. I won’t move away to go to college.”

“Are you crazy?!”

“It’ll be fine! Plus then I can spend more time with you still!”

“But Hao Ting-”

“No buts! I’ve wanted to hear you say those words Xiao Gu for a long time. How can I give up now?”

Xi Gu frowned. “A long time? Just how long?”

Hao Ting had the decency to blush. “Since... Oh... you met me in the playground...”

“You... Since then?!” Hao Ting nodded solemnly. “Hao Ting...”

“But no take backs! You already said it and so did I. The correct thing now is to date! So let’s go out tomorrow!” Hao Ting fell back against the mattress and Xi Gu followed, resting his head on Hao Ting’s chest, feeling his delighted heartbeat. “Let’s go to Zhigang-ge’s shop first for a drink, then we can wander around the shops in the area before we get lunch at our favorite spot, the one with the good soup dumplings!”

“Those are your favorite soup dumplings. Not mine.”

“You’re just mad they wouldn’t give you extra carrots that one time!”

“Carrots are cheap! Why not?!”

The two continued to bicker as ever, but their hands never parted as they discussed the first date they would go on tomorrow. And for the first time in a long time, they slept on the same mattress. 

[weilongfu]

For the prompt spam weekend, the first time Team and Win slept together

I’m sure their proper first time is in Hemp Rope, so how about the first time they do it as actual boyfriends and not FWB? Warning for lemon under the cut.

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Team laughed, loud and carefree, as Win chased after him while heading to his dorm room. Tonight had been another successful date and Win was unwilling to fail in catching Team especially after their trip to Kanchanaburi. So far, he had a 100% success rate. Win intended to keep it that way.

Team zigzagged and swerved through the hallways, making a ruckus, but their fellow students had long since learned to ignore them. Win ran down the hall following a straight path, knowing it would be the shortest distance between him and Team.

At last, Win pounced, tackling Team against his door and kissing the younger man silent, stealing the breaths fueling his running and laughs.

“Hia...” Team moaned as he felt Win’s hands moving up his sides under his t-shirt. “Hia, please...”

“What do you want,” Win whispered against the skin of Team’s neck. “I’ll give it to you.”

“Hia Win...” Team whined. “Please touch me...”

“I am touching you.” Win moved on to nipping at Team’s earlobes. “What else do you want?”

Team pulled one of Win’s hands to the front of his shorts, already straining from Team’s erection. “I want... Hia to touch me here.” Win’s fingers danced for a moment around the bulging of Team’s shorts before squeezing. Team moaned softly.

“I thought you said you wanted to take it slow now that we’re boyfriends,” Win whispered, thumb caressing the tip of Team’s dick through his shorts. “We’ve only been on two dates.”

“Ngh...” Team pulled Win’s mouth back to his for a kiss. Their lips separated with a pop a minute later. “I want... I want Hia Win...”

“What changed,” Win whispered, his pupils already blown wide. 

Team’s own hands tentatively touched Win’s sides. Their warmth made Win shiver. “I... I miss Hia Win.” 

“I’m right here. I’ve been right here.” 

“Not like that...” Team took a deep breath. “I... I miss being close to Hia Win like this.”  Team kissed Win’s neck. “Hia... Hia, I want you,” Team mumbled into the skin of Win’s neck. “Please...”

Win quickly pulled out his keys and shoved his door open before tossing Team onto the bed and locking his door shut. “I’m right here. All you have to do is ask.” Win started pulling off his own clothes and Team stared at him, dazed. Without shame, Win finished stripping fully and sat with his naked body on Team’s clothed thighs. “So what do you want me to do?”

Team’s fingers traced the edges of the wing tattoo on Win’s back. “Hia... Help me undress?”

Win slowly pushed up the hem of Team’s shirt, kissing his way upwards from belly button to sternum, to clavicle. As he pulled the shirt off, Win kissed the rapidly beating pulse along Team’s jugular. His hands wandered downwards and slowly picked at the button of Team’s short, fingertips also teasing the skin of his hips under the waistband. As Team whined, Win kissed him properly before finally unbuttoning the shorts and starting to tug them down. Team helped to kick them off along with his underwear. 

Finally free of his clothes, Team sighed and then moaned as Win tugged on his erection. “Won’t you touch me too?” Win teased. Team scrunched up his face and pinched Win’s nipple, making him yelp. “You brat.” A breathy laugh followed out of Team’s lips as Win also rubbed one of Team’s nipples. “So spoiled...”

“It’s because Hia spoils me.”

Win bent down and kissed Team’s sternum again. “I suppose I do.” 

Team squirmed and reached for the nightstand drawer. Win chose to kiss his way down Team’s chest instead of helping, licking circles into the sensitive skin around his navel before kissing the tip of Team’s dick. The sensations caused Team to nearly drop his handful of condoms and lube. Win pressed another kiss to the base of Team’s erection before taking the lube from him and coating his fingers. 

The preparation went smoothly and Team sighed and moaned while Win went to work stretching Team out and peppering him with kisses any place he pleased. When Team stilled Win’s hand, Win understood his boyfriend was ready and pulled away to slip a condom on. 

“How do you want it?” Win asked as he ran his hands up and down Team’s sides. “Fast or slow?”

“I just want Hia,” Team said as he put his arms around Win’s neck to pull him down for another kiss. 

Win smirked against Team’s lips. “Okay, I understand.”

Win’s initial entry was slow and his pace afterwards was slower. Team moaned and cried, occasionally muffled by Win kissing him. His abdomen was wet with sweat and precum as Win pressed his prostate with every other thrust. 

As the sweat beaded on Win’s forehead, Team cried out, his orgasm hitting from the slow build up of pleasure without touching himself. Win sped up just a bit to work Team through it, his touches along Team’s dick just firm enough for more sensation. As Team gasped and whined, Win found his release as well, filling the condom. 

Team winced just a bit as Win pulled out and pouted as Win pulled away to dispose of the condom. Team’s smile returned as Win wiped the bodily fluids off his chest. “Spoiled. So so so spoiled.”

“Thank you, Hia Win,” Team said softly. “You spoil me really well.”

“Brat,” Win said with no heat in his voice. Team rolled over and Win lay behind him, pulling Team into his arms. Team went willingly. “Do you still miss me now?”

“Mmm... A little.”

“Oh really?” Win moved to touch Team’s softening dick and Team yelped. “So maybe you don’t miss me here, huh?”

Team elbowed Win and Win groaned. “Just hug me until I go to sleep.”

“Right, right. I got it.” Win kissed the back of Team’s neck. “Good night, Team.”

“Good night, Hia Win.”

“I love you, Team,” Win whispered as he kissed Team’s neck again.

“I...” Win held his breath. “I love you too, Hia.” Win exhaled. “Shit! That tickles!” Team elbowed Win again and this time Win rolled over in pain. 

“You little-”

“Sorry!”

[weilongfu]

Thank you soo much for prompt spam weekend!! If you’re still taking prompts, could you do one where Team feels that his insecurities are burdening Win despite what he says and tries to break up with Win and Win needs to convince him he really doesn’t mind. Thanks!

(Don’t send more prompts, just clearing out previous ones)

“I think we should break up, hia.” Win didn’t pause in his preparation of the dinner dishes they had bought on their way in as Team resolutely waited for Win to acknowledge his wishes. “I said-”

“I heard what you said. But given that it’s a stupid decision you’re making just because you’re hungry and tired, I’ve elected to ignore it.”

“Don’t trivialize my emotions!”

“You did this last night and decided you were fine after pizza and a box of chicken wings. Forgive me for taking this announcement in stride.” Team stayed quiet despite the jab and Win waited. After five minutes of waiting, Win turned around. “Shit, you’re serious?” Win walked over and put a careful hand on Team’s arm. “You actually want to break up with me?”

Team kicked at the flooring. “You’re tired, aren’t you? You said you were tired the other night.”

“That wasn’t about you.”

“Who else kept you up all night, unable to sleep because of some stupid dreams,” Team asked stubbornly. “Who else do you have to wake up an extra hour early to get ready for the day in time for classes? Who else do you have to swim with during practice for extra laps? Who else do you work so hard for?

“You’re tired, hia. I know you are.” Win frowned as Team pushed Win’s hand away. “I’m tired too. I’m tired of being a burden. Let’s... let’s just let go.”

“Let go?”

“If you stop dating me, you won’t be burdened anymore.”

“It’s true, taking care of someone can sometimes be bitter work.” Win took another step closer to Team. Team didn’t move. “Sometimes love is a burden. Sometimes it’s easier to let go.” Win pulled Team into his embrace and Team went willingly. Win ignored the feeling of tears falling on his shirt. “But I don’t want to let go.

“You aren’t a burden, Team. There’s nothing I do for you that is so bitter I couldn’t keep doing it. There’s no problem of yours that I think has begun to drag us down. And if it ever does come to that, we’re going to talk about it together, like adults.

“So you’ll have to forgive me, Team.” Win started to rock them from side to side and Team’s tears continued. “But you are a burden i can’t let go of because you aren’t a burden at all. If anything should be bitter work, it’s sweet because it’s for you.

“Don’t cry anymore,” Win soothed as he stroked Team’s hair. “I’m here. Hia is here. And I’ll be here forever.”

“Do you promise?” Team sniffed into Win’s shirt. 

“I’ll buy you a ring if that will persuade you.”

“A ring? Why are you-” Team’s head shot up, nearly hitting Win’s cheek and his face turned bright red. “You, you-”

“Is that a yes?” Team turned around and buried himself under Win’s covers before kicking and screaming. “I’m not hearing a proper no?!”

[weilongfu]

Hello, could you write something about Pharm sorta channeling In and taking Dean by surprise acting like the confident gay he was in his past life

“P’Dean, here, don’t you want to try this?” Pharm held up his spoon, full of a poached meringue and custard. “It’s very good.” 

Dean smiled. “If you enjoy it so much, you should eat it.”

“But P’Dean, you should try it too.” Pharm smiled and moved the spoon closer to Dean’s lips. “Please P’Dean? I know you don’t like foreign desserts that much, but I promise this one is very tasty.”

Dean huffed but leaned in anyway to take the bite from Pharm’s spoon. Before he could reach it, Pharm pulled the spoon away and replaced it with his lips. A soft kiss, tinged with the sweetness of custard, was pressed against Dean’s lips before Pharm pulled away. 

“See? Wasn’t it tasty?” Pharm said with a giggle.

Despite his surprise, Dean felt a smile growing on his lips. He raised an eyebrow before saying, “When did you get so bold? Are you trying to be naughty?”

Pharm licked the spoon clean and Dean felt a bolt of heat run through his body. “I guess I might have learned something from Intouch’s memories, P’Dean.” Pharm licked his lips. “It doesn’t feel so bad, the good memories.”

Dean leaned in again. “So what other things did you learn from Intouch’s memories?”

Pharm suddenly backed away, pushing Dean back a bit too. “Oh, I can’t talk about those things here, P’Dean! That’s too embarrassing.”

Instead of disappointed, Dean felt delighted. “So where do you want to talk about those sorts of things?”

Pharm took another bite of his dessert and licked the spoon again. “How about we go back to my apartment and talk?”

Dean immediately raised his hand. “Check, please!”

[weilongfu]

I don't know if prompts are still open but if they are I'd like to request the trope where both characters like each other and one thinks there dating but the other doesn't and is pining for one of the UWMA couples.

(Don’t send me more prompts, just clearing out the rest)

“Come on,” Win said as he placed more meat in Team’s bowl from the boiling pot of soup. “You should eat up.” 

Team scrunched up his face. “Hia...” Team looked around. “People are staring.”

“So? Oh, this is your favorite isn’t it?” Win put a fish ball into Team’s bowl. Team tried to ignore the funny feeling in his chest at the gesture. The fish ball that Win had given him was also one of Win’s favorites. 

Win had been particularly nice the last couple of weeks. So spectacularly nice that Team had been starting to hope that he might have a chance with Win and turning their not-a-thing into A Thing, capitalization intended. 

After a tumultuous start with wandering hands and bitten lips, it was a dangerous thing to hope. Win wasn’t known on campus for long relationships, and yet... Team wanted the chance. 

Now if only he could open his mouth to say so without wanting to bite his tongue off in the same thought.

“Hia...” Team started slowly. “You’ve been awfully nice lately...” Win nodded along as he threw some dumplings into the hotpot. “And I know you said before that you didn’t want strings...”

“Strings?” Win paused in his addition of more fish balls. “I... When did I say I didn’t want any strings?”

“When we started... you know... that night.” 

Win’s eyes widened. “I... Did I say that?” he asked faintly.

“Yeah so... I’m a little... confused about how nice you’ve been.” Team stirred the contents of his bowl. It was easier than looking at Win’s face. “But uh... I mean... It’s kind of like you’re leading me on hia...”

“Leading you on,” Win asked incredulously. “Is that what you think I’ve been doing?”

“Are you not?”

Win pinched his nose. “Team... Do you remember what I said three weeks ago? When I started being... Nice?”

Team blinked. “Nooooo?”

“I said, Let’s make this something more official.”

“I thought you meant the tutoring.”

“The payment for the tutoring is letting me kiss you!”

“So are you asking for money now, hia?”

Win rubbed his face with his palm. “I called our dinner tonight a date.”

“But you’ve been saying that since-”

“Three weeks ago.”

Team blinked and finally it all clicked. “Oh,” he said faintly.

“Yes. Oh.” 

“We... We’ve-”

“Yes.”

“And you?”

“Of course.”

“Really?’

“Would I still be sitting here helping you realize we’ve been dating for three weeks if I didn’t like you?”

Team’s cheeks turned red. “Hia...”

“Hia likes you. Likes you a lot, actually. Please let hia date you,” Win said as he held Team’s hands. Win then put Team’s hands to his lips and kissed the knuckles. Team’s face turned even redder. 

“L-Let’s go back to eating! It’s going to get cold!” Team began to shovel the food in his bowl into his mouth. Win just smiled. 

“That’s what I’ve been saying. Here, this shrimp is ready, eat it,” Win said as he put it in Team’s bowl. “And afterwards, hia will take you to that movie you’ve been wanting to see.”

Team looked down and to the side, but there was no hiding the smile on his face. “Thank you, hia,” he said softly. “Thank you for dating me.”

“There’s no need to thank me for that. But if you really want to, you should kiss me back...” Team kicked Win under the table and went back to eating. Win sighed and watched him wistfully. “Ah, such a fickle love, but I love him all the same.”

[weilongfu]

Hey, I was wondering if you could write Pharm and Win fake dating to make Dean and Team notice them? I'm assuming Win didn't know how serious Dean was about Pharm at the time otherwise he wouldn't of thought it was a good plan.

“Pst. Hey! N’Pharm!” Pharm wobbled a bit as he turned quickly to face the voice coming out of a doorway by the swim club locker rooms. By the flash of bleach blond hair and piercings, Pharm knew it to be Win. “N’Pharm! Come on!”

Pharm walked over, still carefully holding his boxes and bags of treats for the team. “P’Win? What’s the matter?”

“Have you come to see Dean again today?” Win’s eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief and Pharm reminded himself that the vice-president of the club wouldn’t do any harm, not if he didn’t want to deal with Dean.

“Yes, P’. I brought some more sweets for the club.”

Win smiled. “You’re such a good nong. But how about I help you a little, hm?”

“Help me?”

“Well, it will help both of us, you see.”

“Both of us?”

Win sighed. “You’re not that dense, N’Pharm. I know you like Dean.” Pharm’s cheeks turned pink, but he didn’t deny anything. “And you might have guessed that I… Have my sights on someone too.”

“You do? Who does P’Win like?”

Win coughed. “Well, they might not be comfortable with other people knowing my intentions yet… Anyway, how about we make a plan together? Hm?

Just as Pharm nodded his head to agree, the door to the locker room creaked and Win pulled Pharm out into the hallway and gently pushed him against the wall and propped himself up, looming over Pharm with one arm. They would be in clear view of whoever had just come out of the locker.

“N’Pharm…” Win said in a low voice. “You’re so cute and you cook so well… How about you go on a date with me?”

“Huh?!”

“I’ll take you to so many places, treat you to so much good food! How about- Hey!” Win was essentially tossed aside before he could finish. “Dean! Don’t interrupt!”

Dean glared down at Win. “Mind your own business.”

“N’Pharm is still single. No one has a claim on him. Why can’t I have some fun?” Win looked at Pharm who suddenly looked as white as a sheet. “It’s up to N’Pharm, isn’t it?”

Dean turned to look at Pharm before noticed the bags he was carrying. “Are these for me?”

“P-P’Dean! I… Uh… Yes! This is some more desserts for you…”

Dean gently pulled Pharm along with an arm around his shoulders. “Come on, tell me about the ones you made today,” he said softly. Pharm walked along, unaware of how he was being shepherded away. Win smiled as he watched the scene. At least until he heard some angry stomping and suddenly a bucket of water was dumped over his head. 

“AISH! WHO THE HELL-” Win pushed wet hair out of his face to find Team holding an empty bucket. “Team?!”

“Hia Win! You asshole!” Team threw the bucket at him before storming off. 

Despite the soaking of his school clothes, Win found he didn’t care, smile reforming on his lips. “Jealous naughty boy…” he said to himself before chasing after Team. 

Sometimes negative attention could work too. 

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For UWMA either Pharm or Dean wake up and are completely In or Korn and don't know they've been reincarnated and freak out. But only like temporarily, I don't want crazy angst.

(Don’t send more prompts, just clearing some more from last time out)

It was like trying to walk after spinning in circles too long. Intouch opened his eyes to feel like the world was spinning, seeing things that were there and not there. Lying across the bed from him in a room that was completely unfamiliar yet familiar was someone who was Korn and yet was not Korn.

Not Korn opened his eyes at the same time the image of Korn also opened his eyes. In’s eyes watered for a moment, reaching out. Korn’s hand reached out as well, the feeling the same but different as they touched.

“How?” In whispered.

“In?” Korn’s expression turned from serious to soft. “Is it...”

“I don’t understand...”

Korn held In’s hand but looked around. He too, saw the world through a filter, an overlay. In was In but he wasn’t In. “We’re not supposed to be here.”

“But Korn!”

“We have to let go,” Korn said firmly. “It isn’t our time anymore. But once we let go, we’ll be together again. You know that.”

In sniffled just a bit, but nodded. Their eyes met again and after another nod, the two released their hands, the world tilted, and Dean and Pharm shook their heads, as if they were waking from a dream. 

“P’Dean... What just...”

Dean sighed and pulled Pharm close. “They’re gone. Don’t worry about it. I’m here.” Pharm nodded against Dean’s chest. “Go back to sleep. It’s still early.”

“It’s so scary... How deep the connection is between us all,” Pharm whispered. “Where does Intouch begin and end?”

“Intouch has already had his chance. So did Korn,” Dean said as he kissed  he top of Pharm’s head. “Now it’s our turn. Let’s not waste it dwelling on the past any longer.” 

Pharm didn’t reply, already tightening his grip on Dean and letting himself fall back to sleep.

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request if you're still taking them! something absolutely soft and sappy af with deanpharm dancing at their wedding bc i'm absolute trash for that sort of thing, bonus if they both cry :')

(Don’t send more prompts, just clearing previous ones out.)

“And now, the moment you all have been waiting for!” Team said over the microphone as MC. “The first dance of our couple, Dean and Pharm!”

Dean lead Pharm out onto the dance floor amidst a great applause from their friends and family. The fairy lights from the decorations sparkled in Pharm’s teary eyes. 

“Hey, no crying now. It’s a happy day,” Dean said as he pulled Pharm close and then wiped at his eyes carefully. “Aren’t you happy?”

“I’m so happy, that’s why I’m crying.” Pharm rested his head on Dean’s chest as they began to sway. 

“If you cry, then I get to cry.”

“P’Dean! You promised not to tease me today!”

“Still calling me P’Dean? Shouldn’t you call me something else now?”

Pharm pulled away to see Dean’s mischievous smile as he spun them around. “What do you want me to call you,” Pharm asked with a giggle. “Husband?”

“It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think, my dear husband?”

Dean pulled Pharm back and the swaying continued. “Dear husband, don’t tease me today.”

“Okay, I won’t.” Dean smiled, something softer and more sincere. “But my dear husband, just remember, today is only the first of many happy days. Don’t cry too much yet.”

Pharm pouted, but rested his head on Dean’s chest again. “Thank you, dear husband. I hope you’ll be happy too.”

“I know I will be.”

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Hey, idk if you’re still taking prompts but I saw your confident Pharm post and I was wondering if you could do Korn as a confident gay? I know he’s normally the more reserved one but I’m sure he has his moments. Thanks 😊

(Don’t send more prompts, just clearing old ones out.)

Korn had already tuned out the world, engrossed in his newest book. Very little could distract him in this state. Unfortunately, In was one such thing that could do the trick, and the shorter boy had arrived on the scene, pleased as ever to find his boyfriend.

In studied Korn’s state from several angles, walking around him before deciding on a course of action. Carefully, he stepped up and poked Korn’s cheek. Korn frowned and swatted at his hand, but In poked one more time. This time, Korn turned to see who was bothering him and In took the chance to press a kiss to his lips.

“Once again, I stole a kiss,” In said with a satisfied smile and a small giggle. “You’ll be doomed at this rate, P’Korn.”

Korn raised an eyebrow. “I thought I told you that sort of thing isn’t a kiss.”

“P’Korn is being mean!”

As In reached out to pinch Korn’s cheek in admonishment, Korn reached out with one hand to grab In’s and pull him down before turning them so that In was stuck between the bench and Korn’s body. Korn took a quick look around them before entwining their fingers together in the hand he’d caught and tipping up In’s chin with the other. In’s eyes grew wider as Korn’s face grew closer and closer until Korn kissed him properly.

The nibbles along In’s bottom lip gave way to the press of tongue. In’s eyes fluttered shut and it was then that Korn pulled away and straightened out his clothing. In sat up in a daze.

“That’s a kiss,” Korn said before picking up his book and walking off. But Korn only took a few steps before calling over his shoulder. “Don’t forget, you promised me dinner tonight.” Korn waved over his shoulder and walked off.

In swayed from side to side in his seat, just shy of giddy, fingers hovering over lips that still felt warm. It was how his friends found him moments later, still staring into space.

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Hi wei since you're doing prompts may I request for some fluffy and domestic winteam?

Win didn’t expect too much after getting Team’s promise that he wouldn’t be afraid of his feelings anymore. Of course, he was well and fully prepared to keep chasing. Team would be worth it, Team would always be worth it.

However, Win didn’t expect that after their return from Kanchanaburi, that Team would find that brave part of himself so easily. The day after their return, Team had been the first to come to Win’s room, bearing breakfast, and proposed going to school together.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Win asked as he buttoned up his shirt. Team pointedly looked in the other direction as he did so. “And you’re up so early too.”

“Hia, I promised I wouldn’t be afraid of you and your feelings anymore.” Team twisted the bag handles with his fingers. “And I thought about it a lot... And I asked myself what would it mean to be brave.”

“So what did you decide?”

Team turned to look at Win and Win was surprised by the sincerity in his eyes. “I’ve decided to face your feelings head on. Pharm can do it with P’Dean. So I can do it with Hia.”

“And this is your first step? Breakfast and going to school together?”

Team nodded and held out the bag. “Let’s eat together when we get to campus.”

Win smiled and reached for the bag, but Team moved it just to the side so Win was forced to turn after it. Team took the opportunity to press a quick kiss to Win’s cheek. His eyes darted around for a moment before he ran from the room.

Win huffed. “So much for being brave huh...” But when Win opened the door, Team was still waiting right in the hallway, even if he was slapping his cheeks. “Braver than I thought.”

“Come on, Hia, or we’ll be late!” Team grabbed Win by the hand and tugged him along. 

Win allowed himself to smile. This was definitely braver than he expected Team to be, but if every morning could be like this, then there was definitely hope yet. 

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Fic prompt spam, whoo hoo! Always love when you do them. This is a TinCan prompt that I came up with shortly after the show ended and it has been on the back of my mind since. Futurefic where somehow one of Can’s juniors who has a crush on him becomes aware of the “meeting at 11 AM constitutes a lunch too” and is constantly finding ways to meet Can at 11 and Tin finds out.

Can closed his locker after another successful morning practice and nearly jumped out of his skin to find one of his juniors waiting there for him. “Nai? What are you doing? You scared me half to death!”

“P’Can, didn’t you promise you would show me some new trick shots before class today?”

Can frowned. “I did?”

“Yes, right at 11!”

Can checked his phone, several messages from Tin were waiting, but indeed, the time was 11 AM. “Uh...”

“Come on P’! You promised to show me! And then we should get lunch after!”

“Nai... You can’t just-” Nai pouted and Can suddenly recalled his time as a freshman and how badly he bothered Techno. “Okay, I’ll teach you one shot and then a quick lunch.”

“Thank you P’Can!” Nai squeezed Can’s arm in a hug. “I appreciate it!”

“Um... Yeah... Sure...” Can looked at his phone. “Just head out to the field. I’ll be there in a minute.”

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“P’Can!” Nai barged into Can at full strength, which for a young man about the same height as Can, was a lot. He wrapped his arms around Can’s waist and rested his chin on Can’s shoulder. “P’Can, what a coincidence seeing you here!”

“N’Nai... We’re both Sports Science. Of course you’ll see me here in the building now.”

“Mn, but P’Can, you’re usually not here at this time.”

Can paused in his attempts to dislodge Nai. “What do you mean?”

“You’re usually either here early or here late. I hardly ever see you here at 11 AM.”

“Is that... so?”

“But since you’re here now, P’Can, you should help your nong!”

“How so?”

“I’m having trouble with some of my assignments, P’. Can you teach me?”

“Umm...” Can checked his watch. “P’ can tutor you for an hour.”

“Oh great! Then it’s lunch time! Let’s have lunch after!”

Can winced. “Uh... How about just a coffee after?”

Nai frowned and sulked, but Can didn’t relent in his restriction and so Nai accepted.

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“Yes, I promise I won’t be late today,” Can said on the phone as he walked as fast as possible to the parking lot. “The last couple of times were not my fault! I was paying my dues for being an annoying junior!”

Can looked around cautiously before continuing on, and yet he was still blindsided by Nai jumping out of a bush. “P’Can!”

“N’Nai! You have to stop jumping out of things!” Can said after he recovered. His voice covered the distant shouting from his phone. “Why are you here?”

“I saw P’Can was running somewhere and I wanted to make sure you were okay!”

“Well, as you can see, P’Can is fine. Now I really have to-”

“But P’ we’ve met and now it’s 11.”

Can froze mid step. “What?”

“We’ve met at 11. That means we have to do lunch!”

Can winced. “Can I take a rain check today?” Can waved his phone, unaware the call was still connected. “I’m a little busy today and I can’t run late.”

Nai frowned, but Can held firm until the boy was chased away.

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Nai watched and waited for his amazing P’Can. He was sure it wouldn’t be much longer until P’Can liked him back! They’d had so many lunches together already due to his cunning plan. Who knew that business students knew how to do something right?

As Nai waited, he saw a tall and handsome senior walk in and block his line of sight. Based on his uniform, Nai was sure he was from the IC program. The senior IC student continued to stand there and wait, the longer he waited, the more he annoyed Nai.

Just when Nai was going to burst from annoyance, Can appeared. He ran right up to the IC student and Nai’s jaw dropped as Can kissed him soundly.

“Tin! You came!”

“Of course I did. Apparently I have to come and make sure you’re not distracted these days.” Tin glanced out of the corner of his eye and Nai ducked down, as if Tin’s stare could pin him to the wall. “And it is 11 AM so naturally a lunch should follow.”

“Eh? You’re still saying that?!”

“Well I think you needed reminding,” Tin said as he tugged Can along. “Besides, this rule only applies for you and me.” Tin looked over his shoulder and Nai ducked down again. “Not anyone else.”

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I was wondering if you could write what would happen if Chu had given into YL's constant pestering and agreed to be set up on a date just to make him shut up about it and ended up meeting high school senior GCC in your moments after fic?

SOMEONE IS ACTUALLY ASKING ME FOR AN ALT FIC FROM MY MOMENTS AFTER FIC? Wow, how can I say no to this?

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“Lao Chu, it’s just one date!” Zhao Yunlan followed directly behind Chu Shuzhi’s heels as the other man tried to block out the sound of his comrade in arms. “What could the harm be?”

“I’m 24 years old. I don’t need your help finding a date.”

“But you’ll want to meet this one!”

Shuzhi finally rounded upon Yunlan, still with his casual smile on his face. “And what makes you say that?”

“All your life, so many men and women have come and gone from your bed, and how many of them have stayed?” Yunlan stepped closer. “You’re looking for something. You haven’t found it yet.”

“Not all of us are so lucky to have a Shen Wei in our lives.”

“That’s true!” Yunlan exclaimed. “My Xiao Wei is truly the best, none can compare to his beauty and modesty! Truly my husband is at the pinnacle of all things!”

“Yes, so leave me be.”

“No, no, no. You see, you have yet to find the one you will think is perfect. And I think... I’ve found him.”

The refusal was there, on the tip of Shuzhi’s tongue. It would be so easy to refuse once more. 

And yet... The temptation was strong, fueled by a feeling in Shuzhi’s gut. 

Yunlan wasn’t wrong. There was something that Shuzhi had been looking for. A longing that no amount of company could satisfy. But it was a bold promise from Yunlan, perhaps too bold. to claim to have the one thing that could finally satisfy Shuzhi. But what was there to lose? One afternoon? Shuzhi sighed.

“One date. Tomorrow afternoon. Then you promise you’ll stop interfering.”

“Of course I’ll stop! Because you won’t need any other dates!”

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And so Shuzhi found himself waiting at the coffee shop on the corner in his civilian clothes, waiting for Yunlan’s blind date. He checked his watch again. Who ever it was, was already fifteen minutes late. Refusing to waste anymore time, Shuzhi got up to leave but heard the ring of the bell over the door. A young man, still dressed in a high school uniform had run in, gasping for breath. His eyes scanned the room and they landed on Shuzhi’s.

It felt like a jolt had just run down Shuzhi’s spine. The boy’s lips curved into a smile, making Shuzhi’s heart skip a beat, before he ran over. But in his enthusiasm, he had tripped and spilled his books and bag all over the floor. Shuzhi ran over to help him up.

“Clumsy boy, what good is it to run if you can’t manage your own feet?” Shuzhi muttered under his breath.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” The boy kept his head down, messy black hair falling just short of covering his eyes. “I was just... I...” He accepted the books Shuzhi handed to him. “Please let me start over!” He got up and bowed a perfect 90 degrees. “Hello, I am Guo Changcheng. I think... Lao Zhao asked you to meet with me?” 

Shuzhi found himself stunned into silence. “You? Yunlan wants me to meet you? You’re a child!”

Changcheng pouted. “Officer Chu! I’m 18 years old! I graduate high school this year! I’m not a child.” Changcheng picked up his bag and put his books back inside. “But... If Officer Chu does not want to meet with me, then I will go. I’m very sorry to have wasted your time.”

Shuzhi found himself sighing before he could stop himself. “You just ran here. Surely you can have a coffee before you go.”

The change in Changcheng’s posture and demeanor was immediate. “Eh?! Really? Can I have a coffee with you Officer Chu?!”

“D-Don’t call me Officer Chu.” Shuzhi waved his hand. “You can call me Chu Ge instead.”

“Ch-C-Chu Ge! Yes! Of course!” And there was that bright smile, sending another wave of tingles down Shuzhi’s spine into his heart. And the worst part of all was how much Shuzhi enjoyed it. 

“I’m going to hell,” Shuzhi muttered to himself as he got in line with Changcheng to order coffee. “I’m definitely going to hell even if he’s an adult.”

“Did you say something, Chu Ge?” Changcheng looked up at him expectantly, eyes wide and bright. “I heard the mocha is very good here! We should try it!”

Shuzhi coughed at the way his name sounded with Changcheng’s naive enthusiasm. “Sure. Let’s.” I’m definitely going to hell...

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Team/Win and Team offhandedly complimenting his hia WIn

As the early Saturday morning light filtered in through the windows, Team typed away on his phone, making plans with Pharm and Manow. The sounds of running water stopped and Win strolled out of the bathroom, boxers hanging off his hips and a towel running through his hair. Win stopped in front of his mirror to make sure he was drying it properly.

“Hmm... Maybe I should change my hair color again,” Win said aloud. “Maybe red. Red would make me look cool.”

“Hia already looks cool,” Team said without thinking as he continued to text his friends.

Win smirked and jumped onto his bed, causing Team to bounce and wobble a bit. “Say it again.”

“Say what again,” Team asked as he curled up on himself a bit. “Whatever it is, I’m not saying it.”

“You said I already look cool. Say it again.”

Team scrunched up his face. “You’re so full of yourself! Why should I say that again?”

“I want to hear you say it properly so I can remember the sound of you complementing me forever.”

“No! Hia is ugly and mean and takes advantage of me!”

Win smiled and leaned in even closer. “Are you sure about that?” Team finally pushed Win away and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. “I’ll ask you one more time when you come out!”

“Then I’m never leaving the bathroom!”

Win smiled, something more genuine and soft, as he fell back against his bed. “That’s okay,” he said to himself. “You can stay with me as long as you like. Your Hia understands what you meant.”