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112 “i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” for the writing prompt? steddie or any other ship you get inspiration for :)
112. “i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”
it had taken months -- months -- for eddie to convince steve to join a session of hellfire with him and the kids, but tonight was the night and eddie was pulling out all the stops. it was maybe a little bit selfish of him to do it this way, but fuck, man it was halloween. he had to.
back in july, they started making steve's character. human. barbarian. absolute fucking tank of a dude. he had an awesome backstory that would fit well with the one shot eddie had planned for halloween. in august, eddie floated the idea to the party that they should all dress up as their characters for halloween and was met with resounding approval. everyone was planning to go all out.
which was what brought them here.
eddie's leg was bouncing. he was feeling impatient. he did his best to act nonchalant, sitting on steve's bed with a magazine and a can of beer as he waited for steve to finish getting dressed.
eddie'd been able to procure most of steve's costume from the drama department at the school through a few sneaky sources he still had there. the costume was going to be completely impractical, not all conducive to fighting hoards of monsters and zombies, but oh eddie was going to enjoy it anyway.
eddie thought of the leather wrist cuffs he'd scored; they'd cover steve's forearms almost to his elbows if he could get them on properly. he thought of the gladiator sandals with the complicated lacing that he wasn't wholly convinced steve would be able to manage on his own. he thought of the... the fucking loincloth. eddie still couldn't believe he'd managed to convince steve to wear a goddamned loincloth what the fuck.
eddie heard the bathroom door open and tried his absolute best not to look too eager. when steve walked into the room, eddie just about choked on his tongue.
"holy fuck."
"i look ridiculous."
"that's... not the word i would use."
"sure."
"well. maybe a little ridiculous, but! i've never seen somebody look so cute and ridiculous at the same time."
"cute? that's the word you would use?"
no. the word eddie wanted to use, he couldn't say. because they were friends. buddies. bros. and what guy wanted to hear his buddy say "goddamn, i'd like to lift that loincloth and suck you off so good you see stars"? probably not steve.
"you look very cute, stevie. that loincloth..."
makes your thighs look extra biteable. makes your cock look massive. makes me wanna get fucked raw before the kids get here.
but then steve smirked at eddie, and flexed his thighs a little bit, and he tugged at the leather wrist cuffs as he approached eddie to stand in the vee of his thighs, so close that eddie could feel the heat of his skin.
"you gonna be able to keep it together the whole time the kids are here?"
no, eddie was not going to be able to keep it together the whole time the kids were here.
steve backed off, just a little bit, and leaned down to catch eddie's gaze.
"happy halloween, munson. if you let me win tonight, maybe i'll let you get a closer look at the loincloth."
eddie didn't know how to tell steve that he couldn't just let him win dungeons and dragons, that that's not how it worked, that he wasn't in control of the dice or the other players or... damn.
steve turned then, and eddie was able to get an eyeful of steve's asscheeks in that fucking loincloth.
eddie was gonna have to figure out a way to let steve win at dungeons and dragons, apparently.
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I am so excited to introduce my entry for @kinnporschebigbang, done in collaboration with the wonderful and delightful @shubaka!
Summary:
"Are you a ghost?" Chay blurts out. "Are you..." He can't bring himself to say dead.
"I'm not a ghost," Kim snips, halfway between disgusted and disgruntled. "I'm just... a little incorporeal at the moment." He crosses his arms and won't meet Chay's eyes as he says it.
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Trick or treat! 🎃🧡🎃🧡
Hello friend!! Thank you stopping in 🐢 for you, I have a small post canon/post reconciliation fic that I’m not brave enough to hit publish on, but I feel like you might enjoy the silliness of Chay taking Kim out on his first paddleboat ride. :)
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“Kim! Do it for me, please?”
The vendor taps his foot impatiently.
Fuck. Why do I love him so much?
Kim steps onto the boat again, and the same uneven movement scares him, but he swings his other foot over, and then he’s standing on a tiny ass paddleboat.
“Sit down!” The vendor commands. He unravels the rope that’s holding them to the pier and sets them off.
It’s obvious, but this is nothing like the sailing or cruises Kim has done. For starters, Chay is the one directing the boat with the paddles even before Kim is fully settled.
In this moment, Kim’s brain reminds him that Chay doesn’t even have his driver’s license yet.
“W-wait! Chay! Let me get settled first!”
“We have to move, they want to bring the next boat over!”
…
“Slow down Chay!”
“Okay, okay!!” Chay stops paddling like a mad man and lets them skim the water, the tension slowing them down. “Hey, Kim, take a picture of me?”
“What if I drop my phone?” This seems perfectly likely to happen with the way they’re bobbing against the current.
“Just one photo, pleeaaaaseee?”
Kim quickly takes out his phone. He’s trembling because doing so makes the boat rock, and he’s not so sure he can put it away after this. “Smile.”
Chay smiles and holds up a fingerheart. He looks devastatingly beautiful against the sunset. Kim lowers his phone, watching Chay watch the waves, watching Chay look perfectly relaxed in an unstable paddleboat in the middle of this lake.
Kim wants to kiss him and complete the moment, but it’s impossible in this fucking boat-
Chay turns and pulls Kim in for a quick kiss, causing the boat to rock again. Kim instantly grips the sides. Chay laughs.
“I love you,” Kim stammers. “But please please do not do that again.”
“What are you gonna do, stop me?” Chay kisses him again.
“We’re going to capsize!”
“You’re so dramatic!”
Kim, in true dramatic fashion, reaches down and splashes water right onto Chay, and then instantly regrets it when Chay grasps onto the paddles and gives him a devilish grin.
“Chay, wait!”
They start propelling towards the horizon again, faster and faster, until Kim is crying out and Chay is hysterical, yelling at Kim to hold on, that this is just the beginning.
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Title: It's Kim and Chay and Chay's phi Jom
Author: shubaka
Author's Summary:
When Porsche disappears because of his fancy new employment, he asks his friends to help look after Chay in his absence.
Jom is more than willing to help a nong out.
AKA
Chay gets roped into an acting gig he didn't even want, but if it's Wik that's pulling him in, well, who is Chay to say no?
Tags: General Audiences, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Meet-Cute, Fluff and Humor, POV Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat
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Oooh #78 for the kimchay ficlet prompt? 😊
"I'm Not Okay (I Promise)" - My Chemical Romance
Of course it was you. Of course it was this song.
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An explosion goes off somewhere to Chay's left and he ducks into an alley. Ragged, desperate breaths claw their way down his throat and fill his aching lungs with dust. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He scampers further away from the alleyway's narrow mouth, tucking himself amongst the rolling shadows. The fire in his leg burns hotter with each jerky shift of his weight.
The reprieve he's offered by this hiding spot is brief.
"Come out, come out, little one," a low voice calls from behind. The rasp of metal against brick terrifies Chay to the core - the man has a knife, a gun, brass knuckles... It doesn't matter the weapon. Chay won't escape this time. Won't see Porsche again, or Ohm, or play games at Hum Bar while Yok laughs in her office.
He'll never see Kim again. The thought makes a part of his soul go cold.
"Come out and play."
He tries moving further out of sight but his ankle is wrecked. The damage he took after flailing to safety out a second story window has immobilized him, leaving him trapped.
"Hey, who-" BANG!
There's two more gunshots and then hot, smoky silence. Eventually a raspy but familiar voice asks: "Chay?"
"P'Kim!?" Chay flies out of his hiding spot a little too quickly. His shit ankle protests hard and loud, sending him face first toward the pavement. Kim doesn't let him hit.
"Chay! What the hell are-"
"Are you okay?"
Kim is obviously surprised by this. They haven't seen each other, much less spoken, in nearly two full months. Not since the video. Not since...
"No." Oh. Well. Chay wasn't expecting that.
"Uhm..."
"I'm not okay. Not after what I did." Kim tugs him closer, like he might disappear. He won't. If only because Kim's chest is warm and he's still trembling in late-stage shock. "I'm so sorry, Chay. I lied to you, destroyed your trust, betrayed your feelings despite loving you back, and didn't fu-"
"Say that again."
"I love you."
"Good." Chay nods, once. "Then pick me up and take me home, phi. I'm tired."
"Are you okay?" Kim asks, swinging Chay into his arms with all the ease and swagger of a Disney prince.
"I will be. I promise."
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Merry Christmas, @shubaka!
Hope you like it <3
*****
Flicker Of Shade And Sunshine
Chapter 1: Kim
Kim was not sulking. He was definitely not sulking because he had got his manager mad at him yet again. He continued staring at the door she had stormed out of, trying not to fidget and feeling incredibly stupid about it. He had nothing to worry about, especially now that the makeup artist his father had sneaked into his staff was now fired. He also knew what to look out for when it came to any more of his father’s attempts to spy and manipulate him as well.
He had only fired her out of absolute necessity. How was he to have known that he had been scheduled for one of his major brand sponsor’s photoshoot the very next day? And he couldn’t have predicted that there were no backup staff to cover for the missing one. His manager had glared at him when he had voiced out the last thought. He knew he had put her in a rough spot but there was nothing he could do about it.
He had to act as soon as he was sure about the facts. As soon as it was clear that the seemingly kind woman was only there to spy on him. It had taken him days to figure it out once he began suspecting that his actions were being reported back to the tower from someone in a position to closely monitor him. Things like his schedule as well as his ties in the industry were being leaked. He couldn't help that he had put the clues together just before an event.
Kim tried to pull himself together. He reminded himself that had faced far worse things in his life than his manager's frustration. But Yok’s disappointed face left him far more unsettled than his father’s cold and impassive one. It made him think of Khun’s beseeching eyes or Kinn’s glances of quiet desperation. They could barely see eye to eye anymore, especially after-
He mentally shook himself, not wanting to linger in thoughts of his family. He did not like that those were the first comparisons he could think of with regards to Yok.
Thankfully no one was around to see his mask slip and reveal his maudlin thoughts. He vowed to himself to not let himself think these things ever again, especially not in his Yok's office with its full glass walls.
He took a deep breath, ignoring the voice that sounded like Khun instructing him on the process. He slowly counted all the exits on the floor that were visible to him, then the ones which were not visible but he was still aware of, finishing with all the weapons he carried on him.
When that wasn’t enough of a distraction, He mapped out the building in his head, all in-order to keep himself from feeling too many things in a place that was not his.
Yok stormed back in just as he was completing his little ritual, already mid-rant and holding out her phone to him.
“You should consider yourself lucky that I remembered someone who could save your ass. But it is now your problem to talk to him and get him on board especially on such a short notice. Here, talk to him yourself and know that I'll be quitting soon because of your antics! Honestly, you won't even tell me what was wrong with the previous girl. What am I supposed to think? But here, this is your responsibility now and so make sure to not fumble it as well, okay?” she thrust the phone at him and without stopping her tirade backed out of the room once again. “Now I have to go tell the rest of the team about this and prepare them for all the antics you have saved up for tomorrow! Talk to him, Okay? He is truly the only option left.”
Kim blinked at her retreating from, thinking that by now he should be used to how loquacious Yok gets when she feels stressed. But somehow it still blindsides him with how similar her rants sound to Khun’s regular speech. He groaned, noticing that he was back on his sentimental thoughts despite vowing only seconds ago to cut it out.
He looked down at his hand for a distraction and groaned again when he realised he had to talk to a complete stranger on top of all this, that too asking for help of all things.
Kim did not let himself feel too pathetic about it, as he knew this was also Yok’s way of letting him feel out the new person. She would have been well within her rights to just hire somebody that fit the requirements, especially with what he did without informing her.
He took another breath to gather himself and looked at who he was supposed to call. He was surprised on seeing that this person was apparently close to Yok. The filled call log and far too many emojis present on the contact name were any indication enough of the fact.
Bracing himself with the knowledge that Yok wouldn't just saddle him with someone she didn't trust and know as well, given the evidence, he hit the call button.
The call rang, and then rang some more. Just as he was about to hit ‘end call’ out of sheer anxiety, it connected. The voice came through was sleep-gruff yet somehow still perky and excited.
“Hi, P’Yok! Didn't expect you to call this early, But ah its past 10, must be a normal work hour for you. Speaking of, why did you call me now? If it's to confirm about Saturday, you should know I'm still in. I tried to convince Hia again but he, like the scaredy cat he is, completely refused to listen to me. But you, me and P’B-”
“This is not Yok!” Kim managed to get out, cutting into the deluge pouring from the phone. He was in awe of how fast the stranger was speaking. The stranger made a confused sound that should not have sounded as cute as it did and Kim rushed to explain himself. “She gave me your number because I need a makeup artist for a photoshoot tomorrow and we were hoping you would be interested.”
A little ‘oh’ was the only reply punctuating a drawn out silence. Kim desperately wanted to know what the stranger was thinking but he dared not say anything that might come out rougher than he intended. So he was stuck agonising over what he could do to convince this stranger. He felt completely out of his element and tried his best not to show it in his voice when he asked, “What would convince you to take up the offer?”
“What are you giving?” asked the stranger immediately.
“Well…. I can ask Yok to double the usual pay for you and there is a chance this could become permanent, if you would be interested in that.” Kim cringed while offering that. He did not like the idea of taking on a permanent staff member just like that but he also didn't know what else he could do in this situation.
Just as Kim was working up more things to negotiate with, the stranger replied.
“Okay then, I’ll work with you as long as you promise to not be mean as well.” He said.
“Wha-What?!” Kim stuttered, completely thrown off.
“Yup, you can’t be mean to me. I've heard stories about you, that you can be pretty rude to people. Yok likes you well enough, but I can't work with that. I can and will leave you with half your face done up and not look back, okay?”
Kim had a lot of things to say to that, particularly that he was not a rude person…just maybe a bit distant. But he didn’t think that would go over well with this stranger so he just said, “Okay, I’ll try not to offend you.”
He made to cut the call, before realising escaping like that would definitely come off as rude. Now he was stuck, one hand awkwardly holding the phone and the other poised to jab it, completely clueless on what more to do.
The stranger cut into the silence that Kim was sure only he felt lasting for aeons by saying, “You better not.”
Was this person laughing at him?!
Kim bit his tongue, having the presence of mind to say a hurried thanks before cutting the call, figuring Yok could text and figure out the rest of the details. He left the phone at her table and disappeared into his studio, done with people for the day.
Chapter 2: Chay
If anyone asked, Chay would vehemently deny being anxious. This was just another job he reminded himself, just like any other. And he had trained hard for this course as well. It was in order to support their little household alongside Porsche after all. They did what they had to after they lost their mother’s house to Uncle Arthee’s gambling. It wasn’t fair, him learning to work and working while his classmates hung out in cafes and movies without second thought. But he didn’t let it make him resentful. He understood things quickly and did a good job no matter the circumstance.
But he was anxious, and despite everything he couldn't get rid of the uneasy feeling in his stomach. He couldn’t help thinking that he would make a serious mistake somehow, that would let down not only Yok but also Wik. And Chay could not handle that thought, it made him want to throw up.
Porsche was being helpful but also simultaneously making it worse, in the way that only older siblings seem to be capable of doing. He relentlessly teased Chay about his budding crush but then turned around and said the most comforting and encouraging things.
“Chay, I know you've only been officially working your part time job for a few months, and have always done an amazing job. Why, didn’t you tell me the people from that play were raving about you? Didn’t they already ask you to work with them for their next season? You’re amazing Chay. You take the care to do things well. You're gonna be fine.” Porsche said, putting down a bowl of hot soup for breakfast.
Chay hummed, drinking the soup hot and letting it wash over him along with his brother’s words to calm him. Porsche looked mildly concerned just like every other time he drank hot stuff without care but Chay ignored him.
“Though I would have paid in gold to see your face when Yok sprung that on you like that, tell me what did you think when you heard him on the phone huh?” Porsche could not take mischief out of his blood even if he tried, but thankfully his concern over Chay already voluntarily burning his mouth meant that he at least didn't tease as Chay was drinking the soup.
“Hiaa” Chay wailed, thoroughly distracted now.
“I bet you recognized his voice right away, with how much you play the same handful of songs he has and stalk him everywhere on the internet.”
“Nobody calls it ‘The Internet’ anymore, Hia”
“ My point stands. Though tell me now, what did you say to him when you realised?”
Chay pursed his lips and refused to answer. Porsche continued needling him regardless of that and was convinced that Chay had in fact fanboyed all over Wik. Chay blushing furiously only fueled his suspicions. But Chay did not want to admit how he had panicked at hearing Wik’s voice right in his own ears, just as Porsche suspected. However instead of acting like a fan, he had definitely been something of a hypocrite, asking Wik not to be rude while he was himself being very rude while saying that. But Porsche did not need to know all that.
Chay took a moment to appreciate that their flatmate had left early for work and was not there to tease him as well. He had always been particularly amused whenever Wik came up in conversation, even when the context was not
particularly funny.
“Hia aren't you late for Uni?” He asked innocently. Porsche raised an eyebrow at him, knowing exactly what he was doing. But he was indeed late for his classes and so let it slide.
“Okay okay, I won't tease you about your precious Wik anymore. Shall we leave if you're done and ready with everything?”, he asked, ruffing Chay’s hair..
“Hia, you're already late. And I have some more things
to cross check as well. So you leave, I'll be okay.”
“Will you be taking the bus then?”
“Yes, Hia.”
Porsche looked like he wanted to argue and Chay knew what he would say. He would likely argue about how Chay would have to change buses thrice to reach the set location and that the bike would just be more convenient. And it would be, usually. But Chay had spotted the bills that Porsche had hidden away and knew that they did not have enough to meet the costs. He also knew that Porsche was likely already cutting corners with his needs, if not taking on new menial jobs on top of that.
But he would never begrudge Chay any comfort. He would rather drop Chay in a direction completely different from where he needs to go and have twice the petrol cost. He would not listen if Chay tried to point out that with his student pass, the bus was much cheaper. He didn't like knowing that Chay worried about expenses. He would rather be the loving self-sacrificing idiot and not listen to reason than acknowledge that Chay wanted to help as well. It had taken much to convince him that the makeup gig would be a good experience for Chay and not just an extra means of income.
Luckily for Chay, Porsche got a call from Jom at that very moment. It saved him from trying to deter Porsche’s very well meaning, but ultimately very dumb big brother instincts with the flimsy counter of Porsche being extremely late by now.
Jom was practically wailing for Porsche to help him out with something. Porsche looked between the phone and Chay, looking as if he would just cut the call on poor Jom so he could focus on his brother. Chay wanted to facepalm.
He grabbed Porsche’s suspiciously light bag, he was right about the extra jobs then, as well as his helmet.He all but pushed Porsche out of the apartment, telling him to try for once to be as good of a friend as he is a good brother. Porsche of course tried to resist but Chay was not having it. He slammed the door shut and did not open it until he heard his Hia’s footsteps fading away.
Stubborn brother dealt with, he quickly finished his breakfast and grabbed his makeup bag. It was second hand, but he maintained it with a near religious fervour. He checked through the eccentric collection of various makeup and skincare products that he had collected from what he was given by Yok and other seniors in the field. Chay also had a few precious tools that were of good quality and he was confident in his ability to work with them.
As he sorted through it all, he reviewed and set aside the things that he knew for sure that would favour and work well with Wik’s skin tone and would suit his skin type. He supposed it was the added benefit of following every single little thing about the idol.
He never would have thought that signing up for a work skills course on makeup entirely on a whim would lead to him actually meeting Wik. He just wanted to do something to help around. And now he would not just meet Wik, Chay would get to work with him up and close in just a few hours. Chay shook his head, clearing his thoughts before they could take a turn for something more unprofessional and fanfiction inspired.
Chay had promised himself to be entirely professional. Yok and Wik depended on him after all. He busied himself by cleaning up the flat and putting the remnants of the breakfast away. By the time he packed everything up and locked the door behind him, he felt more collected and sure that he had done all that he could. Now all that remained was for him to do his best.
Chapter 3: Meeting
Chay ended up being pretty late despite his best efforts. It started making him nervous all over again. But when he actually got to the set, it turned out that it didn't actually matter as much. Because he found out that the man of the hour himself was not there yet. Practically no one noticed him being late compared to that.
Yok was busy placating various people so he quietly asked his way around instead of disturbing her. He figured out where he was supposed to be and went to set up his work station. He had been directed to a private little nook that
seemed like it would be undisturbed despite the bustle on set.
Just as he was finishing up, there was a commotion up front. Chay looked up to see what it was all about but couldn't make sense of anything amidst the crowd. Most of the people on set were clustered around one side of the entrance. Chay could only hear raised voices arguing unintelligibly among themselves.
But due to the vantage point he had, Chay was just in the right place to see Wik sneaking in through the periphery of the crowd, unnoticed by everyone around him. He watched as a dazed looking Wik tried to find a quiet spot away from the noise. The shape of the room meant that there were rarely any secluded spots and Wik headed toward the closest one to him, which was directly toward Chay.
However Wik did not notice the space already being occupied until he and Chay were only a few feet apart. He stopped in his tracks and Chay noticed how worn out Wik looked. He awkwardly shifted in place, probably deciding to find somewhere else.
But before he could move away, Chay put the chair into the shadow formed by a large mirror kept to the side. He managed to hold a pointed eye contact with Wik as he moved away from the spot and back to his table, nodding his head towards it when Wik still stood frozen in place, looking a bit like a deer caught in headlights. Wik shakes himself from the stupor and throws himself onto the chair, nicely hidden from everyone in the room but Chay.
Chay waited until Wik calmed down to quietly hand him some water. Wik jumped when his hand got in his line of sight, but he accepted the bottle. Chay considered that as a point won in his books. He was quietly given the bottle back with nothing but a nod for a thank-you .Chay found he didn't mind it as much as he would have. Wik got up from the chair but remained behind the mirror, monitoring everyone on set.
He seemed to withdraw into himself somehow, the longer he watched. Like he expected someone to catch him unawares. Chay watched his eyes sweep back and forth, catching on various details before the eyes turned to him. It is only then he realised he's been staring at Wik for the past ten minutes and has been caught red handed.
Wik smirked coldly, expression completely changed from what he'd looked like when he came in. “And you are?”, he asked.
Chay wai’ed politely despite the sudden change in Wik’s demeanour. “Hello Phi, I’m Chay. We talked over the phone yesterday.”
Wik nodded, And Chay fancied he saw his expression change. But he was back to staring at the people so Chay couldn't tell for sure.
“Do you know when will we get started?”’ Wik asked, still not looking at him.
“As far as I know they were only waiting for you. So once they have dealt with whatever that fight was about, we’d be good to go.” Wik had turned around to face him again and was staring at him without blinking. It was rather unnerving, but Chay stood steadfast. It didn't feel like he was being sized up, didn't feel like what the rest of the room had been subject to.
Wik dropped back onto the chair suddenly, still looking at him. Chay uncharacteristically didn't know what else to say and simply blinked at his idol. He was very pretty. Chay realised he had actually said that out loud when Wik started in surprise and was now looking at him with wide eyes. Chay slammed his hands on his mouth, mumbling apologies and bowing awkwardly. He could feel his face burning and wished the ground would swallow him up.
He looked up when he heard Wik laughing. Mortifying ordeal or not, he couldn't imagine missing out on seeing that in person. Wik’s smile was different here. Chay did not know if it was only because he was not looking at a picture or if there was something else different. Second point to me, a voice in the back of Chay’s head counted.
The bubble which Chay had not realised had formed between them was broken when Yok appeared at his side.
“Oh so you have already met each other.” She seemed delighted at that, despite having tired looking eyes. She gave Chay a big hug. Chay squeezed her a bit harder than usual, offering his support . Wik ducked away when she tried to hug him, but allowed her to ruffle his hair. Chay giggled at Wik’s resemblance to a grumpy cat that was barely tolerating being petted.
Yok introduced Chay to the hairdresser, called Ice, who was on their team. She then whisked Wik away to get his outfit checked and finalised. P’Ice was a jovial and easygoing person. They headed to the where the photographer and creative director were talking about the fit Wik had on. Once it was decided, they talked to Ice and Chay about what they wanted from the shoot. Chay had not worked in the style they were describing but he could easily visualise it.
Ice and Chay worked efficiently together, turning Wik from pretty to outright ethereal. Chay was surprised when Ice started including a wound up wik in their banter, the idol had looked like he would gladly kill with his glares. But by the time they were done, Wik looked all the more better for having sniped with them. All the while the voice in the back of his head kept up counting each half-smile or snarking remake directed toward him.
Being under the camera seemed to irritate Wik all over again, though it was obvious to anyone he was trying his best to be professional under his blank look. Soon Chay was also included into the system Ice and Yok apparently had to deal with this. Evreytime Wik visibly looked uncomfortable one of them would sneak to him to distract him from all the eyes on him.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when it was over.
Wik predictably looked like he wanted to escape, but unfortunately for him a few crazy fans had guessed their way into the location and were apparently raving at the entrance.
“What do we do now?” asked Ice. “ Both Yok and me are known members Wik’s team, We cant be seen here or it would just fuel their behaviour.”
“What if I stay with Wik and keep a lookout, she won't recognise me.” Chay piped up.
“Okay” Yok said slowly, looking at Wik who nodded. “Okay then, I'll go and talk to security. Ice, come with me. Chay, keep him safe.”
Wik looks faintly amused at Yok’s parting comment. “Come with me” he said, and led Chay to a spot under a staircase that had decorative ventilation openings they could see the main lobby from. But the group of fanatics were just out of their sight.
Wik gave out a frustrated groan and kicked a box closed so he could sit on it. Chay strained to hear what was going on in the lobby and wondered if he should just go give those girls a piece of his mind. He was pulled from his thoughts by Wik.
“Did I pass your expectations then?” he asked.
“Huh- What, P’Wik?”
“You asked me to be polite, did I be polite enough for you?”
Chay flushed red at the reminder of how their first conversion had gone. “I-I’m sorry I said all that to you. I was unnecessarily rude to you. P’Wik you should know I didn't mean all that- I don't think that of you.”
Wik was frowning, “ Then why say it?”
Chay’s ears burned even more. “ I-I panicked. I’ve been a fan of you since Yok first mentioned you and- Well I was half asleep and hearing you without warning made me panic. I clung to the first thing I knew about you which wasn't from anywhere online. Between that, my panic and trying to come off cool and collected, I ended up talking the way I did.”
Wik was staring up at him with a mix of emotions but eventually amusement won over.
“Don't laugh at me P’Wik”, Chay whined. Which of course made him actually laugh out loud instead of keeping it to himself. Eighth point to me, Chay thought to himself, smiling goofily back.
-“You are something else Chay”, Wik said, looking him over again.
“Could say that about yourself as well,” Chay remarked back, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, So what do you actually think of me then, Porchay?” Wik was now leaning forward, far too close in the small space.
“Well I already told you that I think you are very beautiful.”
“ Oh, is that it then,” Wik said tilting his head to the side. “Is there anything else or am I just another pretty face?” His tone was still playful and teasing but Chay could not let Wik think that of himself, even in play.
“Oh no, there is so much more. I think you are an amazing person, phi. I think you are incredibly committed to what you care about. And you care a lot about your art, about your music. I'm speaking as someone who has heard it, phi, it shines through even in your older songs and covers. Crazy fans aside, people do mean it when they say your work speaks to them. And undoubtedly, you are gorgeous, but the reason you have become so popular in such a short time is not just because of that P’Wik. Don't ever think that.”
Chay had gotten even closer during his rant, and that was the only reason he saw the wetness gathering in Wik’s eyes. Wik ducked his head down quickly, but Chay had already seen it. Wik grabbed Chay’s arm, silently asking for quiet. Chay obliged. He didn't know how long they remained there like that. Eventually Wik looked back up at him with a full and genuine smile and the rest of the world rushed back in with full colour.
Wik let go of Chay’s hand just as he realised that he actually knew one of the voices screaming her ardent devotion to the man in front of him. He immediately went to the fandom tag and sure enough, there she was, streaming her crazy live to the whole world.
Chay sighed, feeling some sort of misplaced responsibility. He texted his saner fandom friends, who luckily were also online and talking about what was happening. It didn't take much to convince them to help divert the fanatics. One of his friends agreed to come up and talk to them about having seen Wik move to another set and luring them away.
Chay immediately texted his plan to Yok and got to hear her ranting that the security was hesitating to do anything because they were being filmed. He closed the phone, letting her get it out of her system in peace. He recounts all that happened to Wik while they watch Chay’s friend arrive and work their magic.
“My hero” Wik whispers from where he is watching with his mouth near Chay’s ear.
“ Oh I did nothing Phi” Chay replied, blushing.
“ I know, that's why I meant your friend”
Chay shoved lighty at Wik walking away, “Okay I'll leave then.”
“ Wait for me as well” Wik followed him, giggling freely.
Wik became more subdued when they left their hiding spot and went to meet up with Yok and Ice. But the moments Chay got to spend kept replaying in his mind as he started on his long journey home.
Just as he got home, He got a text from an unknown number, turning his mood from glowing to incandescent. It was from Wik asking, ‘So what do you say to that permanent post?’
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75 standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips
with Ken and Pol? Sorry, the thought of this made me giggle. :')
and only if you want to of course! <3
fjckdkajfjsj omg I can’t lie, this one took some wrangling - but it was so much fun, thank you!
“Maybe if you weren’t so freakishly tall,” Ken laughs, as Pol manages to hit his head for what might be the fifth time on the archway into the little alcove they’re all huddled in, “then this shit wouldn’t keep happening to you.”
Pol smiles good-naturedly and takes a sip of his beer. “I’m not that tall.”
“No, he’s right,” Arm says, “you are a bit freakishly tall.”
It seems to offend Pol more, coming from Arm.
“Maybe you guys are just freakishly short!”
Ken snorts. “What, all of us?”
“Yeah!” Pol says defiantly—and then, gesturing with his bottle between Arm, Big, and Ken—“well, some of you. Who’s actually the shortest?”
Ken says, “We’re all about the same height,” at the same time as both Arm and Big say,
“Ken.”
Ken glares. “Fuck you guys.”
“You’re not that short, though,” Arm says. “You’re probably the same height as Pol’s ex was. Pol had to bend right down to kiss him, or he had to stand on his tip-toes.”
Pol laughs. “Oh yeah! I’d forgotten - was he really only Ken’s height? I remember him as taller.”
“Oi,” Ken grumbles, “I’m not that short. I wouldn’t have to stand on my tip-toes to kiss Pol!”
Big huffs a laugh. “I bet you would.”
“Fuck off, no I wouldn’t.”
Arm grins, leaning forward in his chair. “Well, there’s only one way to find out.”
Ken downs the rest of his beer in one and stands up jerkily.
“Fine,” he says, sauntering up to Pol with as much cockiness as he can muster, “I’ll prove it.”
Pol grins. “Come on then.” He tilts his face, offering Ken his cheek.
“I’m not kissing your cheek,” Ken snipes. “I’m not a fucking prude.”
He looks up at Pol.
Pol looks down at him.
Ken tries to lean in.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, “why are you so tall?”
He surges up, shifting his weight onto the balls of his feet and trying (and failing) to reach Pol’s grinning mouth.
“Hey,” Big interjects, “you’re definitely on your tip-toes right now.”
“I’m not!” Ken insists, even though he is.
Pol laughs. “Aw,” he says, giving Ken’s head a brief, patronising pat. Ken lunges at him and he darts back, giggling.
Ken flips him off. “I’d still win in a fight.”
“Sure, nong. If you say so.”
send me a kiss prompt number and a pairing and I’ll write a tiny ficlet! 💕
more kiss prompt ficlets
#hehehe this feels like a forbidden chart topper chapter#also i abandoned my ‘pol is the token straight friend’ headcanon to give pol an ex boyfriend because it’s pride month so. gay pol? gay pol!#thank you!!!🥰#WAIT. they didn’t even kiss in the end fjskfndmakdkdk i’m so sorry#shubaka#ask#ask game#kiss prompt ficlets#darcey.fic
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#outfits to put jeff satur in
🤝
We need some kinda doll dress up game with him the way there's so many outfits out there he deserves to wear
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kimchay or kimchaymacau
lost and found
(for the ship & fake title thing)
tags: alternate universe--canon divergent, incest, poly, threesomes, slice of life, non linear storytelling, rimming, first date, kim is so lonely, macau and chay love being enemies, kim fucks them about it
Summary: When Kim left the family business, he didn't just move across town. He moved out of the country, the continent, and the hemisphere.
In the wake of his father's death, he comes back to find there's a very cute stranger in his house, and he's not just talking about the cousin he hasn't seen in years.
Send me a ship and fake title and I'll tell you the story I'd write!
#my work#shubaka#ask answered#interaction#i love these three dorks#kim would come home single and then get two younger boyfriends in the span of a week or something#live his best life
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omg august rush! that movie was so touching. thanks for reminding me of its existence :')
Hello bestie you have cracked open an Old Obsession of mine, welcome to the ride!
This was me with the door shut to the basement listening to the ~demo~ soundtrack on my iPod in high school pretending I was the virtuoso composer. I would later discover such an activity is called "stimming" 😂
For some reason the story seemed like such an obvious plot when I was younger, but having watched it again years later I was like no??? It doesn't really follow most formulas? It just makes you hope so much for the things to happen and actually pays off on the setup. What a notion.
And this song?
youtube
The lyrics destroy me every time I listen to it.
"The angel on the stairs will tell you I was there"
I'M SORRY BUT I'VE JUST ENVISIONED THE PRETTIEST FUCKING ANGEL STANDING BEFORE A DOORWAY FULL OF LIGHT ATOP AN ORNATE STAIRWAY SINCE MY CHILDHOOD. SHE IS HAUNTING AND GRACEFUL AND DOES NOT SPEAK WITH HER LIPS BUT YOU KNOW FROM THE WISDOM IN HER EYES THAT SHE IS A WITNESS TO THE SCENE. I'M ON MY KNEES. IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT RELIGION SHE HAILS FROM.
"I've been sitting, watching life pass from the sidelines"
Hardcore resonate. 2nd child syndrome? Undiagnosed neurodivergent? Yet to realize I'm queer and my life has been dictated by the choices and influences of everyone except myself for so long? GOD.
Also, I wish Leon Thomas III got more material like this to work with.
I did not watch Victorious, but I did watch every minute of the Quinton Review on it and I'm sorry, Nickelodeon had so much talent on their hands and squandered it in favor of. The white people. Totally understand why his filmography ends in 2017 - I would focus on music too if I were always getting snubbed like that.
I could really go on about this movie and how it was so fundamental to solidifying my love for so much in the sense of art, storytelling, creating a lot of August-like OCs, second chances/new beginnings, and of course, the heavily implied autism for both August's character and *aherm* myself. Still wish I could pick up the organ like that though. Would be neat. And very on brand.
Thanks for the ask 😅
also I just realized there's totally a KimChay AU in this bitch somewhere :D
#if you read this whole thing you're a real one#AUGUST RUSH MY BELOVED#i need to give the soundtrack another listen it's been so long#august rush#answered#shubaka#thanks again bestie 🫰
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Hmm, I'm still slowly getting to know you through bits and pieces of tumblr posts (lmao) but I kinda get a sense that you do things with a genuineness and sweetness that is very lovely. :)
Oh… oh my heart… one sec-🥹😭
Ok, I’m good now. Thank you so much for that! I hope that’s what comes across. Truly I do. Because I do try to be my most genuine self and meet the world with as much kindness, empathy, and compassion as possible. So I’m glad that’s coming across well. Thank you!🤍💛🫂
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22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?
Ooooh this really depends on the fic!! For most of my shorter fics, they're really just a single, self-contained idea, with a very clear end-point that pretty much came as part and parcel of the original idea. For longer fics, I tend to be much less certain of where they're going, because 99% of the time I can only write in exact chronological order, and the exact deroulement of each scene depends on what the blorbos decide to do! I do not control them!! And with longer fics, if the blorbos decide to go off on a tangent, it has much more of a butterfly effect on the remainder of the story, so I tend to plan those less and let them play out a bit more organically.
#quick everyone humour me and pretend that i actually write long fics ever#I DO have an idea for a longer multichapter kimchay fic with some dark magic elements but it is stubbornly sitting on my back burner rn#which is SAD bc i adore that idea!! i really want to attempt it someday 👀#thank you for the ask!!! 🥰❤️#ask meme#my fic#shubaka
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11, 19, and 27 for the fic writers ask? :)
Hello friend :3
11. What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?
Definitely I'll Ignite For You. Up until that first fic, I wasn't sure if I was capable of finishing something that people enjoyed. Which, I know sounds silly. But I was coming out of a four/five year long hiatus from writing fic, and I was balancing some personal life stuff and other writing projects, and I was incredibly worried the story wouldn't come together, even though it's so short. Though, I know whenever I finish Bittersweet Chocolate, 90%, that will be the winner. :3
19. Share your favorite opening line
"If one were to ask Vegas how all of this started, he’d immediately say the apron. "
This is from Dirty, Sweet, and I'm putting this down for the time being because I love that the story didn't start with an apron. I wrote a few thousand words of Vegas really loving on Pete's new feminine style, and then, my beta was writing about kitchen sex! And I told her to write about her characters being fucked in an apron, which I then realized would be a great way to ease Pete into his new style, and so quite literally, all of this started with an apron. :)
27. Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?
I cried pretty heavily after I finished Your Look, Through This Lens. Kind of like II4Y, I didn't want to let anyone down, particularly Petal, Faye, and Atlas who were reading and cheering me on from the start. I finished, half ass'd the editing, and then I called Amelia. It was nice. ^^
Thank you for asking :3
Send me fic writer asks!
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Title: [podfic] hand wash with care
Producer: AirgiPodSLV (AirgiodSLV)
Original fic: hand wash with care by shubaka
Author's Summary:
Kim wears a blue silk shirt.
It's a problem.
Chay needs to do something about it.
Tags: Explicit, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Top Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat, Bottom Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun, Established Relationship, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Podfic, Podfic Length: 20-30 Minutes, Audio Format: Streaming, Audio Format: MP3
Listen to the podfic here!✨❤️
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#20 for the fic writers ask? :)
20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?
Yeah obviously. I'm trying not to overthink them bc some of them are only obvious to me I guess 😂
"Laughter during sex" is my fucking cliche and I'm not letting go of it
Get to know your fic writer
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the sweet and kind dog mutual <333
I am keesing you. 💜 I am holding you close.
#Askbox Shenanigans#Wardog Answers Stuff#Wardog Answers Things#What Mutual Am I Answers#shubaka#Shirleyyyy I KEES
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