I updated red stained lips 😊

And let’s get this perfectly queer if you read that one too

I hope AO3 doesn’t mess up the links because it’d be a shame if people can’t find these two cute fics.

red stained lips

let me be perfectly queer

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)

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.

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.

ctl-yuejie:

HP!TayNew

part 6: ซ่อนกลิ่น tuberose (sorn klin) – part 1

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thanks as always to @earthpodd , @sluttynewwiee , @bl-phillip @ziq-panda + @somewhatavidreader for the cutest live-commentary & sweet comments

read on ao3 (part 1 2 3.1 3.2 3.3 4 5)

The weeks leading up to Christmas break were the busiest they had had so far.

Not only did almost all of their professors insist on giving them short tests before the Christmas break, the weekend trip to Hogsmeade was coming up and they were already busy making use of the new places they had discovered in the castle.

Luckily for them the Slytherin head-boy was too embarrassed to admit that two students had broken into the prefect’s bathroom and stolen the quidditch team captain’s robes, so their incident went undetected by the school’s staff.

Afficher davantage

Hola! Could you do #1 of the winter prompts for TinCan please? You can change it to be suitable for them though ex. there’s a really bad rainstorm of they’re on vacation somewhere and met at the hotel or something. Thank you!! – lbc-tincan

fkyb:

Bad
rainstorm it is ! And future!fic i guess… Thank you @lbc-tincan for sending this in! ❤

“Oh no,” Tin hears Can say under his
breath. There’s the shift in the mattress as Can stands, rustling the sheets in
his haste to get out of bed.

“Shit shit shit,” Can is repeating,
over and over, and Tin doesn’t understand why. He pats the empty space beside
him and opens his eyes to find Can staring out of the window, his tee-shirt
balled-up in his hands. “Fuck,” Can says.

“Can?”

Can jumps and gasps but doesn’t turn
to face Tin, stepping closer to the window instead and laying his forehead on
the glass with a sigh.

“The street is flooded. I can’t
leave,” Can says softly. Tin doesn’t see what the problem is: heavy rain means
flooded streets means staying in bed all day, and from what he can recall from
their student years Can was a heavy sleeper. The Can he knew would have jumped
on this chance to laze around in bed. Then again, the Can he knew disappeared
from his life two years ago. Things can change.

“So? Come back to bed,” he tries, but
he has a feeling Can will not.

“How long does it usually take for
the street to be clear again?” Can asks instead, still looking out of the
window.

“Half a day, probably. I haven’t
lived here long, I don’t know.”

“Great,” Can says flatly. “So we’re
stuck here for who knows how long. Just great.” He bumps his head against the
glass.

He doesn’t understand how Can can be
so eager to kiss him and fuck him only to turn around and want to leave in the
morning like nothing happened. Which means Tin greatly misunderstood what was
going on last night. Fuck. But then again, this is just his luck, isn’t it? When
Can marched up to the bar where Tin was nursing his drink, hair gloriously
tousled from all the dancing, and asked him if they knew each other, Tin had played
along. If Can wanted to erase the past and start again, pretending to be
strangers for a night, what harm could it do? They hadn’t seen each other in
two years, and Tin thought his feelings had finally faded but one kiss from Can
brought everything rushing back. He had led Can to his nearby apartment,
kissing urgently along the way, tasting the cocktails Can had drinked from his
lips. He remembers the way Can’s lips had looked wrapped around his cock, the
look on Can’s face when Tin returned the attention, remembers the way Can held
him so tightly as he came for the third time while Tin fucked him into
oblivion.

“Did you get what you came for,
then? One fuck and then goodbye, is that it? You’re not even going to talk to
me?”

Can looks at him and says nothing.
Tin’s getting whiplash from seeing Can rejecting him again.

“Go fuck yourself,” Tin says.

Whatever Can sees on Tin’s face
makes him steel his shoulders, nod once and walk towards the door.

“Really? What the fuck, Can?” Tin
says as he gets out of bed and stalks towards the other man. Up close, he can
see how Can’s lips are slightly trembling and how his eyes are red, and he
doesn’t want the fight to leak out of him but he just can’t stay mad. He feels
ten years younger all over again, and some distant part of his brain is
screaming at him for having learned nothing.

Can is evading his gaze again,
looking everywhere but at him.

“Hey,” Tin whispers and gently lifts
Can’s chin, and really it’s ridiculous how soft he is for Can again.

“You weren’t supposed to be you,”
Can whispers, and Tin doesn’t understand.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t know it was really you. I
thought you were a random guy that looked a lot like Tin, and this morning you
were you, I don’t know what to tell you. And then the rain, and just, I don’t
know,” Can says. Tin tries to make sense of this, he really does, but how the
hell didn’t Can recognize him sooner?

“What the hell, Can?”

“I was very drunk? I don’t know! I
just saw you, or someone I thought I could believe to be you for a night, and I
suddenly missed you so much, and I’ve been hoarding regrets for so long, and –

Tin’s head is beginning to spin. “Cantaloupe,”
Tin begins, and Can bites his lips at the nickname, making Tin’s eyes trace the
shape of his mouth, ”let’s get back to bed, and talk, and maybe have breakfast,
and then I think I’d like to kiss you again, but then we’ll need to talk some
more.”

Good Night – LazyGeisha – 镇魂 | Guardian (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

lazygeisha:

Chapters: 7/?

Fandom: 镇魂 | Guardian (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Chu Shu Zhi/Guo Chang Cheng
Characters: Chu ShuZhi/Chu Shu Zhi, Guo ChangCheng/Guo Chang Cheng
Additional Tags: Romance, Coffee, Cats, Flowers, Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, melodrama- hahaha!, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, as story develops, poetry quotes
Summary:

There was a ridiculous assumption that he was quiet and gentle because he worked with delicate flowers. In fact, Chu Shu Zhi may be one of the least stereotypical florists in the whole profession.

Apologies for the delay in updating, real life got in the way. I hope this chapter doesn’t suffer for the wait, apologies again

if it’s not up to the same level as the previous couple of chapters. There is at least one more to come, possibly two, I will try and get them done – and not badly, I hope – when I can. It’s a busy time right now until the end of the year. Thanks for bearing with me and for reading. 🙂

Good Night – LazyGeisha – 镇魂 | Guardian (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

TINCAN oneshot (Nervous)

isa-iadel:

I’m really in the mood for TinCan fix-it. Here is another.

I blame @andwebegin 😛

Sort inspired by the locker room scene

Enjoy 🙂

Can reached out and took hold of Tin’s tie, wrapping it around his hand to reel him in and tug his face down. Tin let himself be moved, his gaze intent. Can kept tugging and Tin kept closing the distance and eventually Can ended up with his back against the locker’s and Tin looming over him.

“I’m going to kiss you.”

Tin had never warned him before. All of their previous kisses had been unannounced and varying degrees of unexpected. Can had been stiff and startled each time. This time his chin was tilted up and he was ready. The feeling of anticipation was so strong for Can that he was starting to purse his lips before Tin was even kissing him.

“Do it then,” he challenged.

Keep reading

Nightmares

kxrn7knxck:

Long Time No See- Nightmare fic? drabble? ficlet? who knows what things are called anymore.

This was supposed to be soft… I don’t quite know what happened. anyways, enjoy

A lil bit graphic because these are murder babies, what do you expect?

It had been a long time since the killings had stopped. It had been a long time since all the flecks of blood had been cleaned out from under his nails. It had been such a long time.

The nightmares never went away.

The groans of pain as the final breaths left all of those bodies, so many of them innocent, still echoed around his head every time he closed his eyes. The feeling of flesh being sliced open by the blade, the smell of the bodies, it all came flooding back so often its hardly even fair to say they left at all.

Chisoo didn’t want to tell Gitae. Even getting the words out would require a level of trust that no one with Chisoo’s past could possibly muster up. He loved Gitae, so much so it would frighten him at times. He was terrified of the knowledge that if anything or anyone hurt his boyfriend, he would personally track them down and hack every tooth out of their skull with a machete before gutting them like a fish just to ensure that he got Gitae back in his arms again.

Love was his weak point and after all those years of having been fashioned into a weapon, it was hard to accept having a weak point as being good… Being human. He knew he had to be right, it had to be good, because slowly, slowly, he realised that nothing that felt that way, that safe, that warm, could possibly be anything other than a blessing.

With that being said, the nightmares remained.

–
Gitae already knew. He knew the things Chisoo had done, the things he had seen, and he knew the way it weighs on a heart.

So when he was awoken by the love of his life screaming and crying in his sleep, he knew what the problem was. He also knew from experience that waking up Chisoo results in embarrassment, not thankfulness. His boyfriend tries so hard to be strong, being spotted while he was so out of control only made him retreat. So Gitae did the only thing he knew how to.

When another kick in the knee from tossing and turning, trying to escape his own head woke Gitae, he pulled his boyfriend into his chest, so his ear was over his heart, patted his hair slowly and whispered tiny comforts into the air until his heartbeat and unwavering love soothed Chisoo back into a dream, instead of a nightmare.

There were some nights that the movement and noises would wake Chisoo, but before he could muster up the strength to move away, the promises his boyfriend would whisper and the completely unique and utterly intoxicating safety he felt in those moments would only make him cuddle up closer, hold on a little tighter.

Gitae could feel it, of course, but he never brought it up, he only savoured the moments where he could be the one to protect his boyfriend instead. As strong as Chisoo was, he couldn’t keep it up forever.

The promises of love, of safety, of a full and happy life by each other’s sides, however, offered him more strength than he could have ever gained while working for his “Father". Although those words only floated in the air for a moment before fading, they were constantly brought back, again and again, every time Chisoo needed them, and it was enough.

Chisoo was a murderer. He was a weapon and he was a warrior. He was a fighter, but so was Gitae.

Together, they could make it through anything.

Hi. Can you do a fic where Tin have this unrequited feelings for Can aka his best friend and Can gets in a relationship but then something happens for him to realise that he actually loves Tin. I hope it was not a jumbled mess? 😂

dont-leav-eme:

Okay you got it!!
TinCan Fitlet for compassedship69!
(Btw this will be a high school AU where Can became Tins best friend instead of Pete)

Tin had a problem.

It wasn’t a problem that could be fix with Tins hefty wallet or a problem that was just a phone call away to men in tight black suits, who spent their days sorting out ‘problems’ in Tins life.
No, this was a problem of the heart, not the wallet or the mind.
Tin liked someone.
and thats a problem.
Liking someone was never part of his plan. He planned to sail through high school, with a tight iron fence up against his inner feelings.Only to focus on work. He knew most relationships where on a timer, for who could give what the other wanted. But this relationship. No friendship. (He internally cringed at the word) was a bit different. Can. Can was different to anyone Tin had ever met. He was an idiot. He was also loud. Talks with his mouthful.Small but very strong. There friendship had suprised everyone in the school. They hated each other when they first met, Can told Tin he was a snob,Tin told Can he was dirty. But after a forced meeting by the school staff, the two weirdly became friends. They had weird similatires. Both talked to themselves. Both liked the same phone games.Both prefered to watch movies with subtitles. And both had never had laughed as much as when they were with each other. So it was a friendship. A happy kind friendship. It was all good. Great even.Until Tins problem was love.Falling in love in fact. Some would call it dramatic, it was a just a crush. A stupid crush. Tin realised he had this stupid crush when he was with Can, and how much he wanted to kiss him.To see if he really tasted like sweets. He hated seeing Can with other guys, he knew that Can was much more social then him. But it still hurt to see Cans light up when on of the football team members told a joke. He knew Can could never see him like that. The boy had never talked about his sexuality, he often said boys and girls where pretty, but Tin had a feeling he was straight. Tin himself had never really cared about sexuality. He just knew he could see both sexually, but that requited love was a trick. So Tin buried his problem. Put his problem in a box. A Louis Vuitton box to be clear. Tin knew that his feelings should be turned out like a lamp, but he was like a moth to Cans firey flame. Until everything changed.

‘AI TIN, GUESS WHOS GOT A DATE!’ Can came crushing in to the library, his hair messy. His grin wide, it nearly split his ‘cute’ face in half.
‘A date?’ Tin questioned.
‘Ai Tin, Peace asked me out!!’ He flug himself in to the chair on the oppoisite side.
Ask?
Him?
Out?
Tin felt a monster inside his belly. He should of known this would have happened.
But he didn’t realise it would be this soon.
Peace would make a good match for him, she was a nice girl with a loud laugh.
Perfect for Can.
She would make him so happy that his eyes would shine. And Tin would watch, as she would kiss him.
and he would tell her that he loved her. And would wrap his body against her at night.
‘Hey, Ai Tin, didn’t you hear me?’ Can asked turning his head to the side cutely.
‘Yeah; thats great, Can’ He could feel his voice turn pretty high pitched.
‘Ai Tin are you-
‘Im fine Can!, I have some work to do!’
He left the smaller boy to pounded what made his friend so upset.
…..

Tin and Cans intereaction were a little awkward since that day. Can went on his date, but when he told his best friend, he didn’t want to know.Why was Tin doing this?Why didn’t he care about his friend anymore?Can line Tin at one point. ‘Ai Tin; did I do something wrong?’It took Tin an hour to respond, with usual blunt methods’Im fine.“Can I come over?’’Fine.’Can sat with Tin on the sofa, the two were still frosty and there was a strange feeling in the air. They were both trying to get in to the movie they were watching. But both weren’t concertraiting on it. Things took a turn for the weird when the screen started to show the main couple kissing. Can looked at the floor. ‘Ive never done that.’

Tin snapped his neck up, looking at Cans soft eyes, his soft skin and his soft lips-

‘Ive never kissed anyone before’

‘I thought you would have kissed on your date’

‘Oh so you want to talk about it now, Ai Tin I thought you didn’t care!’

Can eyes were firey, this had been weighting on his mind for quiet a while.
‘I didn’t kiss her!, we had fun! you would have known if you paid attention to me!’
Tin knew Cans anger very well, he’d seen a million times.
But he’d never seen Can like this, a painful anger, his eyes showed off pin pricks of pain.
‘if you had so much fun why don’t you be with her instead of me.’ Tin replied, he tried but he couldn’t keep
the jelosey out his voice.
‘Shes busy today!’
‘So I’m a replacement then.’
‘AI TIN I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT, GOD WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU SEEM SO UPSET SINCE THAT DATE, DON’T YOU WANT ME TO BE HAPPY!’
‘only with me.’ Tin confessed.
The two feel silent after that, looking at each other. Tin looked at Cans eyes, getting closer.
‘I want you to be happy, but I wanted to be the one that took you on dates
I wanted to be the one who made you blush, I want…to be your boyfriend.’
‘Oh Ai Tin…’ Can said a hint of sadness in his voice. Tin wanted to hide, he felt like a small boy,
too frightened, too open hearted.
’ Thats why Ive been moody, thats why I can’t stand it when you talk about her
thats why I can’t even look at you without thinking about kissing you… ’
His brain was on autopilot, confessing his feelings like this. It was stupid. But he couldn’t stop himself.
‘I like you so much.. and I know and understand that you could never-never like me, but ..you need to know’ Tin felt a tear run down his face. He knew Can would leave at this point.
‘Ai Tin…’ His voice was so soft, it was making Tin weaker.
‘Ai Tin, I’m not.., Ive never…, I’m… you like me?’
‘Yes, more then anything.’ He should leave, Can should walk out this front door and never look back.
‘Could you, um, kiss me then?’ Can’s usual loud tone was replaced with a begging one.
‘What?’ Tin said his voice barely a whisper.
‘Kiss me, thats what you are meant to do if you like someone right, to kiss them, like in that movie’
‘Why do you want-’
Can moved over slightly to kiss Tin on the mouth, it was short, very short. Only a peck.
Tin smiled a little. Can was always so cute.
He went staright to Cans lips and kissed him hard.
It was a longer kiss. Two very different mouths meeting together, on with more force but the same tempo.
They both let go off everything, Tins cold aura, Cans rapid speed. They feelings where locked together now.
They let their lips natural part. And Tin looked at Can, he felt all his walls fall, he felt his heart beat more then anything.
‘Ai Tin, I like you too. I like Peace but as a friend, I realised that. But I thought you’d never like me, because you seemed so angry with me..
I didn’t understand it, I thought you were being mean…’
Tin cut off the smaller boy with his own lips again.
He could get use to this.
He was still scared, but he knew that Can and him could work this out.
They were best friends after all, no, boyfriends.

Good Night – LazyGeisha – 镇魂 | Guardian (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

lazygeisha:

Just a note for anyone who’s reading my current WIP over at AO3: updates are coming, however they are going to be delayed as my seasonal and parental obligations are currently heavy and only increasing until the end of the year.

I’m trying to write Chapter 7 while juggling what feels like seventeen different things going on, so please bear with me.
❤️

Good Night – LazyGeisha – 镇魂 | Guardian (TV) [Archive of Our Own]