Author: somewhatavidreader

For the My Dream prompts. Something where just after Gunai’s second kiss Guide interprets Tainai saying “I give it back to you” as his way of saying “I don’t want your kiss, take it back”? (Sorry but I’m actually dying rn so I’m feeling really angsty)

florbexter:

Hey you! Thank you for the prompt, and I hope you feel better? Because ‘actually dying’ has me concerned. I hope this fic lifts you up a bit even tho it’s angsty… so maybe not? 

GuNai Ficlet

Guide had no idea how he went from the driveway to his room. At one point he had looked back before he entered the house to see if P’Tanai was still there. But he had no idea if he said hello to the housemaid or if he saw one of his parents.

His neck burned, his lips prickled.

A smile wanted to break out and he had to sit down.

“Crazy,” he whispered and touched his lips with trembling fingers.

He could still smell P’Tanais aftershave and the distinctive scent of motor oil.

How had that even happened?

He sat on his bed and rubbed his hands over his face. His cheeks burned and he felt like he was on the beach again, drunk and full of ideas which had seemed clever at that time but at the light of another morning were just stupid decisions which made his stomach churn.

“I give it back to you.”

What does that even mean? He let himself fall back on the bed and grabbed a pillow to hug. He had no idea what to think, what to feel. Yaimai’s visit had stirred him up so much. Normally it helped him to swim, to power his body out, but his mind just wouldn’t stop thinking. Comparing the feel of Yaimai’s lips to Tanai’s and trying to suppress a whole body shiver every time he thought of P’Tanai. Who wasn’t able to keep on a shirt…

The urge to call him hadn’t left him the whole day and if he was honest with himself he hadn’t thought that Tanai would want to meet him.

He had wanted to talk to Tanai about his feelings for Ai Way. It turned out very differently. As always when he met him. He felt so at ease with him and all his concerns and worries just left his mouth without a second thought. He should be embarrassed, shouldn’t he?

“I give it back to you.”

That meant nothing good, right? Damn, he knew that Tanai was in love with Runway. He talked with him about his feelings, he. knew. it.

They had been drunk, so the kiss meant nothing. Tanai had been too drunk and too surprised to push him away. He hadn’t kissed back, it had been a stolen kiss. So he had given it back. They were even now as if nothing ever happened between them. He never had P’Tanais consent, to begin with, his kiss had never been welcome.

“Shit.” He put the pillow on his face to silence his scream of frustration. There was no point in daydreaming about the kiss, no point in analyzing his feelings because there was no one who reciprocated these feelings. P’Tanai just was too polite to outright say: “I don’t want your kiss, take it back.” The one he wanted to kiss was Runway, not Guide. The thought made his stomach clench and his eyes began to burn

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” Why was he so stupid?

But he couldn’t, he couldn’t stop thinking about how happy he had been mere hours ago. How his heart had beaten so fast when he heard Tanai’s bike, how his warmth had seeped into him from the points their bodies had made contact. The look on his face as Guide sang to him. How his heart had skipped a beat when Tanai had moved closer to sing to him, too. The feel of riding behind him on the bike, the wind in his face, Tanai in front of him.

“Stupid,” he murmured again, his hands clenched to fists in the fabric of the pillow.

behindthegrooves:

On this day in music history: December 8, 1973 – “If You’re Ready (Come Go With Me)” by The Staple Singers hits #1 on the Billboard R&B singles chart for 3 weeks, also peaking at #9 on the Hot 100 on December 22, 1973. Written by Homer Banks, Raymond Jackson and Carl Hampton, it is the second R&B chart topper for the Chicago, IL based family group fronted by lead singer Mavis Staples. The song is inspired when Banks, Jackson and Hampton are hanging out at Stax Studios in Memphis when they decide to go to lunch at a local restaurant. Before heading over, Raymond Jackson blurts out the line “If you’re ready, come go with me”. Carl Hampton hears him say it and then reply that it sounds like a potential song title. The trio return to the studio and quickly write the song, recording a demo within a day of completing it. Issued as the first single from the groups’ seventeenth album “Be What You Are”, the track features members of the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section including Jimmy Johnson (guitar), David Hood (bass), Roger Hawkins (drums) and Barry Beckett (keyboards). The group record their vocals with the band live at FAME Studios in Muscle Shoals, AL in mid 1973. “If You’re Ready (Come Go With Me)” is certified Gold in the US by the RIAA.

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

decadentdeerpolice:

under the mistletoe

Good had never celebrated Christmas. His family was Buddhist, and surely he’d gone to the mall and heard the Christmas music they played, but he’d never wanted to celebrate it. Most Thai people didn’t. He worked with a Christian girl who did, but he never had asked about it and she never really told. She just took a day off and that would be it. No Christmas for him. Not even Fairy had wanted to celebrate it.

Sure, maybe they would have some cookies at home, but that was the most Christmas like thing he’d ever done. Now that he lived with Elle, he should have expected that to change. Elle always wanted to try things, something like this especially.

They’d done Halloween with a full blown costume. Elle went to every festival there was. He wouldn’t be surprised if he’d come up with something extravagant for Valentine’s Day, too and of course new year. He’d have to see how that would go, because after the fish incident he wasn’t planning on letting Elle use any fireworks and kill something again.

Elle had watched many Thai shows. After that he started to watch Korean dramas. Then Chinese dramas. Eventually he found American and British shows. Elle used them to learn about the world, but when Good came home today he wondered if he’d have to buy Elle some book for foreigners to learn Thai culture. This was completely insane. 

The table was filled with more food than he’d ever seen before. Seriously. Did Elle invite his entire family and an orphanage over without him knowing? Perhaps he had. Elle definitely was kind enough to. But he’d know that the house was way too small, right? Okay. Surely Elle hadn’t done that.

But then there were the decorations. They were everywhere. He had no idea how Elle had gotten them, giving that he had no money of himself, and feared to look in his wallet. There even was a tree! Where did he get that on such short notice? It wasn’t there when he left this morning.

“Do you like it?” Finally Elle acknowledged him, but he didn’t answer. He got distracted by something. Elle had some flour on his cheek, and Good couldn’t let but think it was just slightly adorable. He took of his coat and walked towards Elle, to wipe it off his cheek. He did it without  much thinking, but before he made his action Elle looked up at the ceiling.

When Good followed his gaze, he saw a mistletoe. Where had Elle gotten that? Or did it just magically appear? At this point he didn’t think he’d be surprised anymore. Anything was possible with Elle. 

“We need to kiss now. Else it will bring bad luck.” Good opened his mouth to say something, but he wasn’t capable of uttering out anything more than a weird, not human-like sound. He had a completely surprised look on his face. Elle’s face looked sweet and innocent. It always did.

“It’s tradition” Elle followed up his last sentence with. Yeah, it was just a silly tradition, right? Nothing weird about it and Elle just wanted to be like everyone else, or like those people from those shows at least. Quite normal. Guide used to want to be a ninja turtle, everyone had a dream like that at some point in their lives. Why would Elle be any different? 

Yet his mind was racing with a million thoughts he couldn’t keep track off. They came as fast as they went, and it felt like they all slipped through his fingers right before he could take a grasp of even one. He was trying so hard to keep one, that he didn’t even realize how close Elle came to his face. When he realized, it was already too late.

Elle placed his lips on Good’s cheek, a soft kiss that yet made a blush creep up to his face and made his heart feel warm. How could a boys lips be so soft? He’d felt them before when he kissed Kafe and she became Elle, but this was different. At the time he’d done that because of alcohol, stupidity and because of how much he missed Fairy. This was a different feeling. He liked this more.

Before Good could react with words, Elle pulled away and shot Good one of his heart melting (wait. what?) smiles and walked away again, towards the tree. The flour was still on his cheek. 

Before Good followed him, he looked up again. One, two, three, four, five berries. The mistletoe had five berries.

While Elle had gotten the first part of the tradition right, you were actually supposed to remove one berry from the mistletoe. Each berry made for one kiss, and when all berries were gone the mistletoe lost its power. Then you’re no longer supposed to kiss.

He silently removed one of the berries and put it in his pocket. For some reason he wanted to keep the little thing as a memory to this moment.

Good’s cheeks still felt warm, he noticed when he laid his hand on it.

– I tried. I’m satisfied, but tbh I’ve done better too. I’m still being positive though so I hope others can be, too! I did my best and that’s what matters the most. Also, ElleGood is really fun to write.