#bl fanfiction

[your-local-baguette]

Hiii could you mabye do boyfriend hcs for leonardo luna if you write about him?

Of course! I've never written for him before but it does seem interesting. I'll try my best thank you for being my first request.

Leonardo luna bf hcs

He is pretty arrogant even though he appears as a sweet and welcoming person.

He's only sweet toward you, like your that special, he would go like" you're much better than these folks"

Even though his arrogant and sarcastic personality, he is capable of kind actions. When you're crying or feeling down he'd turn into legit papa bear.

He is pretty tall and big compared to you( if you're taller than him than please just pretend) so he usually rest his cheeks on the top of your head.

Tons of teasing be prepared

Flicks you're forehead or a bit higher than you're jawline. He think your reaction is cute but would never admit it.

Y'all would be walking down the street and he just talks shit or judge anyone that passes by.

Of course it can't be perfect and he sometimes judges you and not kindly. Even if it hurt his ego, when he realize he will somehow apologize, rarely with words tho.

Big spoon energy

I think he would bury his face in the back of your neck when your cooking, except he talking shit about people while you snicker at his word

If he's tired, well, when he comes home late very tired you might be crushed under him. Just be sure to be kind about it. Or not.

Coffee guy

Love to pick you up. Why? Idk

I think he would put your legs on his lap while giving you a massage, only if you let him beat you at soccer later.

I think he likes to listen to you rambling

He does not say goodbye to his teammates he just goes home and like let himself fall on to you.

I feel like his love language is gift giving and physical touch.

If you try to be the big spoon he will look at you and go like" i am judging you so hard rn"

Never even try to be the big spoon, your efforts will be vain.

Sarcastic jokes

Overall a pretty balanced relationship.

Don't tell anyone but he actually loves it when you top him. Even though it hurts his ego, the view is just too good.

I hope you enjoyed, i haven't written" boyfriend" hcs before inly scenarios hcs so i hope you liked. Im alway opens for request and almost always active apart when im in classes. So i still hope you enjoyed i'll give you my schedule ( vague) ecen though ik nobody cares but these are the main hours im active so yea

6:30 am-7:45am( if im not doing homework)

9:15-9:25

11:10-11:45 ( if im not doing homework)

13:05-13:10 ( break)

14:30- 18:00

And thats just most of the time it can be different depending on the day or the stuff i have to do.

But anyway i hope you enjoyed your request, i searched for him before and there wasn't much stuff so im glad you asked me this.

[imogenegomi]

[ammuniti0n]

I summon thee, Beta readers!

Hello!

I've recently started writing a 19 Days fanfiction about my all time favorite boys He Tian and little Mo. It's going to be an mpreg, arranged marriage and planned baby with a lot of plot and a slow burn.

I'm looking for someone who is either familiar with the content (I would love to bounce ideas about how to write them in character) or someone who just genuinely loves to give feedback and constructive criticism.

If you are interested please let me know!

[emisfritish]

If you were drowned at sea, I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

Pairing : Mork / Day (Last Twilight)

Summary : “You know older siblings, they do the best they can even when their actions disappoint us,” Mork says softly. “You’re the one who reminded me of that,” he whispers, making sure no one but Day can hear his words.

“Maybe it’s time I remind you as well.”

Or- Night & Day have a long awaited talk, Mork & Day continue healing and loving.

Notes : I haven't written in so long (and i am super rusty), but Last Twilight is slowly taking over my entire brain 🤷‍♀️

Title from the song : Brother by Kodaline.

Mork is sitting on the balcony, feeling the wind brush his face and enjoying the smell of Jasmine while taking a quiet moment, deep in thoughts about the past.

He’s been quieter today and he knows that Day has noticed the change from their usual dynamic, but the other boy hasn’t brought it up yet, although Mork knows that it’s only a matter of time.

Mork knows that Day must be worrying about him and he truly doesn’t mean to be a cause for concern, but he can’t help it. Not today, of all days.

Before too long, Mork is suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when he hears the door to the balcony open behind him and the ever familiar “P’Mork” following right after.

Mork turns around and sees Day crossing the threshold to enter the balcony. He instantly gets up to walk over to Day and help him over. 

As he gets closer, Mork sees a flash of purple before Day hides whatever he is holding behind his back, but he ignores it for the moment, focusing on safely accompanying his boyfriend to sit on the bench instead.

Mork walks Day towards the bench, pulling him gently by the hand, before sitting down next to him, close enough that their shoulders are brushing against each other.

“Is everything okay ?” he asks in a small voice once they are settled, although he’s not too worried when he sees how calm and peaceful Day seems right now.

“I’m fine,” his boyfriend answers, turning towards him with a soft look and smiling towards him, while squeezing his hand gently at the same time in reassurance.

Before Mork has the time to say anything else, Day pulls the small bouquet he was hiding behind his back and extends it to Mork, still bearing the smallest smile on his face.

“It’s for you,” Day whispers, and Mork feels his breath catch in his throat at the sight. 

Hydrangeas. P’Rung’s favourites.

Mork reaches out to take the small bouquet of flowers out of Day’s hand, fingers shaking as he does. He swallows nervously, small tears welling in his eyes at the sight of the familiar flowers on this day.

“How did you know ?” he asks quietly, and although there is no way that Day can see the tears quietly falling down on his cheeks at the sight of the bouquet, his boyfriend knows him well enough to hear the emotion in his voice.

Day lifts his hands to feel his way up his body until he can gently wipe the tears from his face.

“P’Porjai told me it was her birthday today,” Day says with a quiet voice, still caressing Mork’s cheeks.

Although he can’t quite take his eyes away from the beautiful flowers yet, Mork lifts the hand he has free to squeeze Day’s wrist delicately, communicating his gratefulness through the gesture.

After a few seconds of silence, Mork turns his sight to Day and sees the gentle and pained look on Day’s face.

Mork is still getting used to being loved so much that his own pain can cause Day to feel pain in return, and he feels his own chest hollow further at the sight of a pained Day. As much as sharing those emotions can hurt, he wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything either.

He puts the flowers on his lap and turns his face slightly to press a kiss to the palm of Day’s hand which is still resting against his cheek, before he gently takes both of Day’s hands in his own and drops them in his lap, right next to the flowers.

“I miss her,” he says softly, emotion still clear in his voice and he feels Day squeeze his hands gently in his.

“I know,” he answers quietly, before using one of his hands to feel up Mork’s chest until it reaches his neck and he gently lays his hand down the back of it, prompting Mork to slowly drop his forehead against his own.

No other words are necessary and Mork soaks all of the comfort that Day’s presence is bringing him.

Since they got together, Mork and Day have had many conversations about his sister and there isn’t anything that hasn’t been shared. The sadness, the anger, the guilt, the regrets… Mork has already talked with Day about all of those emotions and although they both know that he will never fully heal from them, he’s in a much better place than he was when he first met Day. 

Still, today he misses his sister and he’s grateful for having Day in his life to soothe the pain a little.

Mork nuzzles Day’s nose gently before suddenly lifting his head and turning it towards the side when he hears the door to the balcony open behind them.

Night is standing at the entrance, clearly not having expected his brother and Mork to be there and not knowing what to do after having interrupted the moment. The door closes back behind him with a soft noise, and silence remains for a few seconds.

Mork turns back to Day and sees him frown towards where the noise came from, clearly waiting for the other person to say something to indicate who they are.

“You know older siblings, they do the best they can even when their actions disappoint us,” Mork says softly, and understanding at who the person who just joined them must be draws on Day’s face.

“You’re the one who reminded me of that,” whispers Mork, making sure no one but Day can hear his words. “Maybe it’s time I remind you as well.”

Before Day has the time to answer, Night’s voice comes from behind them.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you guys were there, I’ll leave.”

Mork doesn’t turn towards the voice, eyes riveted on Day where he can see the indecision clearly written on his face. Right as the door to go back into the house opens once again, Day finally speaks up.

“Night…,” 

Mork turns around slightly and sees that Night has stopped in his tracks, waiting for his brother to finish his thoughts before deciding on what his next actions should be, fleeing probably at the top of his list.

“You should stay,” says Day with a shaky voice, and Mork smiles proudly at the words, although he knows that Day won’t be able to see it. 

Day may not say it, but Mork knows that he misses his brother and in spite of everything that may have happened between them, Mork knows that those two love each other. He can see it clearly every time Night watches Day when the other boy can’t see it.

Deciding that it is high time for those two to start mending their relationship and proud of Day for taking the first step, Mork bends towards Day’s shoulder and presses a small kiss there, before standing up to leave the two brothers alone. 

Day looks around him with fear written all over his face and keeps holding Mork’s hand in his own, his grip tight. 

At the gesture, Mork feels his heart constrict in his chest, the sight of Day in distress never becoming easier no matter how many months have passed since they first met. 

“I’ll be right inside if you need me,” he says gently, knowing that it’s past time the two brothers had this conversation and cleared the air between them.

He sees Day tighten his shoulders and feels him squeeze his fingers one last time, before he nods and slowly lets go of his hand, prompting a proud smile out of Mork. 

That’s his Day. 

Ever so brave, although he sometimes needs a push to realize just how much he can do and how strong he truly is.

Mork bends down to press a kiss to Day’s hair, before he makes his way out of the balcony, lifting a hand to squeeze Night’s shoulder in a show of support as he passes him when he sees the shocked look on the other man’s face.

Once inside, Mork stands there and doesn’t quite close the door behind him, wanting to be close by in case he needs to intervene to separate the two brothers or Day needs him, although he doesn’t think that will be necessary seeing the look both Night and Day sported when he walked out.

From his spot in the corridor, Mork sees Night tentatively walk towards the bench before sitting down next to Day, leaving as much space in between them as he can.

The two boys sit in silence for a couple minutes, long enough that Mork is seriously considering going back outside just to stop the awkwardness he can feel falling upon them from all the way inside the house, but before he makes up his mind, Night’s voice suddenly fills the air.

“Day,” Night starts saying gently, only to be interrupted by Day’s voice.

“I can’t really say I’m sorry P’,” Days announces, and Mork can hear the emotion in his voice already. “I know I said some awful things to you and you deserve an apology for them, but I can’t do it.”

“Day, you have nothing to apologize for,” Night attempts to say, before once again being interrupted by Day.

“I really do, but I’m not sure I can apologize and actually mean it,” Day answers back. “ When I lost my sight, I felt like my world was ending, and as unfair as that may seem, I needed someone to blame and someone to be angry at, and you were that person.”

Silence follows his statement,  and although Day has never openly spoken about the situation and the cause of the tension between him and Night with him, Mork understands fully what Day is trying to say.

After P’Rung passed away, anger at his sister was the only thing that kept him together while he was in jail. Mork understands all too well the emotions Day must have felt. 

“So I can’t say I’m sorry, but I can say this. It wasn’t your fault,” Day concludes, and Night instantly answers back, his voice shaking.

“Day, I��m the one who was driving the car,” he contests.

Mork closes his eyes at the confession, feeling his chest hollow with the pain that both brothers must have felt when the tragedy occurred. 

Day had never directly told him what happened the night he lost in sight, only having said it happened through a car accident. But over the months they’ve known each other and been together, Mork had gathered enough to understand that the chances of Night being involved in the accident that cost Day his sight were high. 

Still, hearing the confirmation, Mork feels his heart break further for this family and what they must have gone through.

Before his thoughts run away from him, Mork is pulled away from them by Day’s voice speaking up.

“It was an accident Night,” he says in a small voice, the conversation clearly bringing painful memories back up.

A few seconds pass, and Mork can imagine Day swallowing the pain away.

“It was an accident,” he repeats, sounding more sure of himself now. “Sure you were the one driving that night, but it could have very easily been me.”

Silence follows the statement and Mork can see Day lifting his shoulders in defeat and shaking his head.

“I blamed you because frankly, I don’t know how I would have survived that first year without my anger. It was all the only thread I had to hang on to,” and oh how Mork wishes that Day couldn’t relate to that feeling, that Day had never known the type of pain that ignites anger as a survival mechanism. 

Yet he knows it’s something they’ve both lived through, and will always share. 

“But let me repeat, it wasn’t your fault,” Day says, finality in his voice.

Night’s chest shakes with the emotion he’s trying to reign in although it’s more than evident even from where Mork is standing, before he turns towards Day, tears running down his face.

“Thank you for saying this,” he says so quietly that Mork can barely hear him from where he’s still inside. 

“You should still know, I am so so sorry,” Night continues, heartbreak clear in his voice. 

Mork knows for certain that although Day can’t see the tears running down his brother’s face, he can surely hear them. 

“You have no idea what I would give for you to have your sight back. If I could trade my eyes for yours, I would do it in a second,” Night continues, causing Day to whip towards him and glare instantly and Mork to wince at the words.

“Never say that again,” Day says harshly, drawing a look of surprise from Night.

“Day,” he contests gently, but his younger brother interrupts him.

“No Night, this is important,” he states firmly. “Losing my sight was the hardest thing I’ve ever been through in my life, I wouldn’t wish it on anyone and I wouldn’t want anyone in my life to have to go through this.”

Mork can feel his throat close at the pain Day has lived through in the past, but he knows his boyfriend enough to know that Day’s outlook on his blindness has changed now and he’s come to terms with his situation.

“It’s been the hardest thing I’ve lived through, but it’s also part of who I am today,” Day states and Mork can feel pride welling in his chest, knowing how much his boyfriend had worked through to get to this point. “Being blind doesn’t define me, but it’s still a part of me and although it’s sometimes far from easy, I’m happy today, Night.”

Mork can feel emotion grow within him at how far Day has come since he’s met him, and how proud of him he feels.

“So please, never repeat that,” Day states again, and Mork can see Night bopping his head in agreement although he knows that Day can’t see the movement.

Silence reigns over the two boys for a few seconds, and Mork holds his breath, wondering if Night is going to further anger Day by pursuing this ignorant train of thought or if the other man has finally understood.

“God, my little brother is so mature now,” he finally settles on, prompting a small laugh out of Day.

“Yeah well… let’s say that I have a whole new vision of what life is now,” Day retorts and although Mork laughs softly at the sarcastic remark, he can only imagine how shocked Night must be at hearing his younger brother joke about his blindness this way.

“It was a joke Night,” Day continues, and Mork can imagine the way his boyfriend must be rolling his eyes right now, traces of the sassy little shit he was when they first met still very present in Day’s personality.

“You had such a grand opening, don’t go just yet,” Day had once sassed him when they first met, forever changing Mork’s life. 

The reassurance about the joke pulls a small laugh out of Night, and he bumps Day’s shoulder with his fist in answer.

“Asshole,” Night snorts, and Mork can picture Day’s answering smirk. 

“You know, although I’ve lost a lot,” Day says softly after a while, sobering once again. “Being blind has also brought me so much in life.”

“You mean like Mork ?” Night asks, and Mork can hear the tentative joking tone in the other man’s words, probably wanting nothing more than to tease his younger brother, but not knowing quite where they stand yet.

Silence follows the statement, before Day finally answers.

“Amongst other things,” he finally mumbles, prompting a huge smirk to grow on Mork’s face.

After months together, Mork has grown secure enough in his relationship with Day to know that he is in fact one of the factors that makes Day’s life happier nowadays, just like Day is one of the main reasons for him being happier in return. 

Him and Day might not say it out loud often, but they both know what they share and how precious it is.

Still, the words are always pleasant to hear and Mork can imagine how much Day must have hated having to admit them out loud to his older brother, which is an added bonus.

Mork doesn’t even have to close his eyes to imagine the redness that’s probably growing on his boyfriend’s face right now, and he can’t help but chuckle at how adorable the sight must be.

“So what now ?” Night asks in a small voice, bringing Mork back to the conversation he is witnessing, and sobering him back up.

“Now we move on,” Day answers, seeming a lot more sure of himself than Mork is sure he’s actually feeling. “You said you’re sorry, and I said I’m not, and we just move on.”

Silence follows the statement, and Mork knows that Night is probably thinking deeply about what he wants to say next. What the next step to mend his relationship with his younger brother should be.

“Okay,” he finally settles on, a small smile on his face. “I know you and Mork are usually glued at the hip these days…”

“Hey !” interrupts Day, only to be promptly ignored by his older brother.

“But would you like me to accompany you to a badminton game one day, just like we used to ?” Night asks, and if Mork can hear the hope in his voice, he’s certain Day can as well, the other man having become quite good at using his ears to discern emotions instead of his eyes.

“Yes that would be great,” answers Day instantly, which makes Mork smile, happy for his boyfriend. “Gee has a game in a couple days, do you want to come with me ? Mork is the worst when it comes to commenting, it would help to have someone who actually knows what he’s talking about there with me.”

Mork rolls his eyes and snorts silently at his boyfriend’s dramatic words and slight jab, but he remains silent at the accusation, realizing the importance of the olive branch Day has just extended towards Night.

“That sounds good,” Night says with a nod, before he gets up from the bench and smiles down at Day. 

“I’ll go and call your boyfriend back. I know how grumpy you both become when you’re apart from each other for too long,” he says teasingly, finally feeling secure enough to actually joke around with his younger brother. 

Mork can hear him chuckle as he avoids Day’s flying hand, probably trying to smack down whatever part of Night’s body it could reach.

“Shut up P’,” Day answers back, but he doesn’t refute the statement either, a fact which doesn’t go unnoticed by Mork. 

Night laughs as he walks back towards the entrance before pausing when he sees Mork peering just outside of the open door.

Mork looks at him and lifts his eyebrows, silently daring Night to say something about Mork listening in on their conversation in case it went sideways, but Night just chuckles and taps his shoulder while passing him, oddly reminiscent of the gesture of support Mork shown him earlier.

As soon as Night has left his sight, Mork walks back on the balcony and belines for the bench to sit next to Day, a lot closer than Night was sitting a couple minutes ago.

Day turns towards him and smiles, humor lightening his eyes.

“So how much of the conversation did you hear ?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and a smirk that instantly disappears upon hearing Mork’s answer.

“Enough to know I am such a beacon of light in your life, Nong Day,” Mork answers sarcastically, a huge smile on his face. “I”m so glad to know how happy you are thanks to me, truly I don’t know what you would do without me.”

“Asshole,” answers Day, rolling his eyes and playfully hitting towards where he thinks Mork’s shoulder is, but actually hitting his lower arm instead.

He doesn’t contest the words though, which has happiness welling in Mork’s chest and encourages him to put an arm around Day’s shoulders and press a kiss to his cheek.

Day’s smile comes back at the gesture, and he leans on the side a little until his face can comfortably rest against Mork’s shoulder, face hidden in the other man's neck.

“Are you okay ?” Mork prompts gently after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

He knows that in spite of the self-assured front Day was putting in front of Night, the conversation must have taken a toll on the other boy and although he truly believes it was a necessary one, Mork knows it can’t have been easy.

“I will be,” Day answers softly, and Mork nods to accept the answer, knowing that Day will be able to feel the gesture from where he is resting against him.

He knows the relationship between Day and Night isn’t fixed yet, only time will do that. Still he’s confident that the brothers will one day be back to where they used to be, and he’s so happy for Day gaining back part of the family he thought he had lost.

“Are you okay ?” Day asks after a few minutes, pulling Mork out of his thoughts and reminding him of the day it is.

“I will be,” Mork parrots back, squeezing Day’s shoulder in thanks.

The pain at having lost P’Rung will never go away completely, Mork knows that. 

Still, surrounded by the old and new family he’s gained the past few months in the form of Porjai and Day, he knows he’ll be okay.

He’s healing, he’s not alone and he’s happy. That’s all P’Rung has ever wanted for him.

He feels Day’s hand reach down to his thigh and squeeze it gently in support.

“Do you want to go and see your sister ?” Day prompts softly, pressing a small kiss to Mork’s neck.

“Actually, yes. Let’s do that,” Mork whispers back, before getting up and pulling his boyfriend up with him, putting Day’s hand around his arm the way they usually do when they walk together.

Mork never thought he’d get to this point, but the thought of celebrating his sister’s birthday by sitting next to her grave and talking to her with Day by his side is exactly what he wants to do right now.

“Should we watch a movie later on though ?” he offers as they walk out of the balcony, and he sees Day nod eagerly when he turns towards him. 

“Goddamn older siblings taking so much time out of our day,” Mork mumbles although they both know he doesn’t mean it, only to prompt Day into hitting his shoulder, scandalized.

“P’ Mork !” he squeaks, and Mork laughs at the reaction. “Don’t say that, you know we love them.”

Mork says nothing in answer, continuing to walk with a soft smile on his face.

Day’s right after all, they do. They really do.

[peachyrainn]

watch rain fail miserably at trying not to fall in love with a man who wears sunglasses indoors.

i can’t help but think of you chapter 1 up now~

[juneviews]

Around the World with You

Show: Dangerous Romance

Ship: Name/Saifah

Summary: Before the robbery, the arrests, the switch-ups, the hand-holding through prison bars, they were two poor boys from Bangkok harboring complex feelings for each other. After over twenty years of prison and twenty years of minimum wage work… Saifah is ready to travel around the world with Name, just like he promised.

Tags: Prequel; Sequel; Angst; Prison; High School; Middle aged; Tension; Bad Communication; Travel

[aileana-the-writer]

[heretherebedork]

Tight Embrace (Remember Me, G, Em x Name)

The Name of his memory wasn't as skinny. Em didn't know how to explain that. How could he put into words how fragile Name looked in that sterile hallway, how tiny he seemed under the bright lights? He had never been so tiny. Always small, yes, but never so tiny that he looked like he was made of porcelain, like he was carved and someone had been shaving away at him while they'd been apart. Had it really been two years?

Em started to step forward, halting when Name didn't move towards him. Where had this hesitancy come from? When had they grown so far apart that Name didn't run to him, didn't greet him, didn't turn to him when he arrived? "Name?" He swallowed, staring at the familiar face now made pointy. Two years and now his friend, his best friend, was standing in a hospital and his mother was behind one of those doors. What was Em supposed to do? "I heard about your mom." And that was when Name finally walked towards him. The silence was so familiar but not the pause, not the way Name looked at him and his eyes glistened with tears, not the way he stopped before he reached Em. Em reached out. He looped his arms around Name and pulled him close and held him tight. He felt even more fragile in his arms. Name barely felt like he was there as all, honestly, like he was trying to hold onto wisps of who his friend was. "I'm here, Name," Em held him tighter, feeling the way he trembled in his arms. How much had he missed while he'd been away? How much of Name had faded away while he'd been at universtiy and how hadn't he known it was happening? He'd thought Name had been okay. He'd been so sure he'd been fine and that they would find a way to make this work. Instead he'd come home to a shadow of his friend and so many questions he couldn't ask, so many worries and fears he'd never considered. He squeezed tighter, wondering if Name was as delicate as he felt, as fragile as he looked, only to realize that Name wasn't returning his embrace. There were no arms around him, no grip at all. Tears on his shoulder, snot on his shirt, breathy sobs against him but no strength, no grip, nothing clinging onto him. "I won't go," he promised, holding tighter, burying Name inside himself as if he could force the strength back into him, as if he could bring them back to where they were by just holding him close enough. Maybe he could bury Name in his chest beside his heart and hold onto him until he stronger. Finally, finally, he felt a hand in the back of his shirt, a light return on the pressure, the return of his friend and he remembered spinning him around his room in his arms an lifetime ago and wondered how high Name would fly if he did that now, what a smile would look like on the dark-circled and pained but familiar face. "I'm here," he repeated, soft as a whisper, as he promised himself that he would be. He had to be. Name had nothing left to lose.

[imusuallyobsessed]

“Pat?! What the—”

“I made the team!” Pran was suddenly several feet higher, scooped into his boyfriend's arms and spun around like a tornado, lifted and twirled effortlessly like he wasn’t a fully grown man.

“Pat!” Pran exclaimed, clinging to Pat with every part of his body he could, the world whirling around him. He reserved one hand for swatting at Pat’s shoulder. “What are you doing? Congratulations, but put me down!”

Pat stopped spinning and let Pran fall halfway, grinning at Pran’s accompanying very manly shriek at the sudden movement. “You want down? Are you sure, baby?”

[imogenegomi]

Chapter two is now up! 😊

[orjange]

The Third Time

Rating: General Audiences Category: M/M Fandom: My Dream The Series Language: English Ships: Tanai/Guide Characters: Guide, Tanai Tags: Post-Canon Words: 744 No additional warnings.

A short fic about one of my favorite BL ships that never was...

Summary:

Guide takes a breath and gets into Tanai's car, expecting rejection.

"...Will you be my boyfriend, P'Nai?"

Guide's question lingers in the clammy air of Tanai's car as Tanai stares at him, then looks to the side, then back at Guide, and to the side again. The answer should come to him more easily than this, Tanai thinks, his face growing warmer by the second. But it doesn't. His feelings have been muddled for a while now, while his affection for Runway hasn't decreased necessarily, he'd found himself daydreaming about Guide more than he wishes to let on. Tanai feels bad about it, when he's next to Runway, the boy he has felt so protective of for so long. Caring for someone else feels forbidden.

Sure, at first he blamed it on the kiss they shared that day on the beach - the jolt of electricity that ran through his chest that time still tingling on within him. Tanai thought it would pass, that he just felt odd because it was his first kiss with another man, that he had kissed back out of curiosity, just to give it a try.

By the second kiss Tanai wasn't quite so sure anymore. He'd initiated that one, intended more as a consolation than anything else, but that jolt of electricity was stronger this time, going all the way to his stomach and prickling in his belly. His heart rate must've at least doubled in speed that time, hammering away in his chest as he pressed his lips onto Guide's.

Kissing Runway hadn't felt quite like that. Tanai thought it would, genuinely expected it to. But the one-sidedness of it left him empty, Runway's rejection stinging in his chest. He regrets kissing him like that, without asking first. But he can't make himself bring it up again.

So, Tanai has to accept what he'd already known subconsciously - that he does like Guide, that being liked back feels good, that Runway is never going to love him, not like he does Runway, not like Guide does him.

He looks back at Guide again - the tense look in Guide's eyes filling Tanai with a sort of admiration for him, who had asked him out, in spite of everything - or perhaps because of it.

Guide wants to leave, internally, his legs shaking just a little bit as he sits in Tanai's too expensive car and waits for the inevitable rejection. At least he will have tried, you know, and he's proud of that. Proud of being sure of his feelings, proud of daring to ask Tanai out after all. At first he had decided to give up on Tanai - just to be overwhelmed with a gnawing feeling of jealousy when Runway mentioned Tanai's desire to finally hear Runway's answer. Guide knows that Runway would reject Tanai, but he couldn't help but feel like he had to act anyway, he didn't want them to have that conversation.

He doesn't want to see Tanai sad, he had realized, entirely selfishly.

Guide looks up again and sees Tanai smile his wonderfully soft smile, and Guide's heart skips a beat, just like that. And he can't help but smile too - he doesn't even know why Tanai is making this expression in the first place - having chosen to reject the notion of a positive outcome from the start, and… His train of thought abruptly halts when Tanai places his hand on his cheek, softly tracing his high cheekbones with his thumb. The corners of Guide's mouth droop downwards, helplessly, his eyes shining like those of a sad puppy. His heart is hammering against his ribs. And then Tanai moves closer, holding eye contact, looking for a possible sign of rejection. Guide gives none, of course, instead closing his eyes and leaving his mouth slightly ajar in nervous anticipation. He tries desperately to ignore the sweat he could feel rolling down his forehead. Then their lips meet, and it’s familiar, yet exciting and new, and Guide almost forgets to breathe for a bit as he kisses Tanai back, desperately, feverishly. He puts a hand onto Tanai’s back, attempting to pull him closer. The fact that they are in a car really isn’t helping. It feels cramped, and Tanai is too far away. Guide wants to press his body against Tanai’s, wants to plant kisses on his neck and chest, wants to… He breaks the kiss and takes a deep breath. He can feel tears in his eyes and he laughs somewhat awkwardly as he wipes them away.

"Yes."

[bifangirl09er]

Title: He is Colorblind...People

Fandom: 2Gether

Relationships: Man/Type, Man & Tine, Sarawat & Man & Boss, Tine & Type, Sarawat/Tine

Warnings: Type does not say nice things...but it's okay Tine tells him off

Major Tags: Colorblind Man, Man doesn't know, Tine is the smartest person in group, Protective Tine, Man and Tine Bestie Agenda

Summary: Type is tired...tired of work, tired of doing chores around the house, tired of hearing Man complain about his friends. That is his reason why he snaps at Man...it was just the laundry was not in his way of doing it and he feels irritated. Not realizing how much he hurt Man, the reason why it ended like this or that he would have his brother being so protective of his boyfriend...so much that he yells at Type.

“You know that Wat kept talking about the-” Ahh, this is like the fifth time I have had to remember that I love my boyfriend. I feel like if I don’t do something soon, I am going to strangle him. I have been trying to get this paperwork done for the past hour, and have not been able to, because Man just keeps on talking. I love him so much, that I honestly know that I am going to marry him one day, but damn when will he just shut up. Also, it’s just stupid complaints about his friends, it’s getting me on my last nerve.  I feel myself growing more frustrated the more he talks, but I am trying to stay calm so, I don’t hurt his feelings. So I just straighten my back and say firmly, “Man?” He automatically stops talking and looks over, showing that he is listening. So I continue, “Babe, I am trying to work. Can we please not talk about this right now?” I sigh when there is silence finally after an hour of my boyfriend’s incessant talking. I look back down at my laptop, while doing my last few Excel sheets, finishing the last of my work. It seems to take me about five minutes, and it feels good being done. 

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[peachyrainn]

well, it’s here. the final chapter of a world made just for us has been posted! thank you for being here with me on this journey 🩷

[aileana-the-writer]

SE BUSCAN LECTORES

🏳️‍🌈 BL original

🔞 Omegaverse, escenas sexuales, lenguaje soez, violencia

🐉 Fantasía

📖 Capítulos 13/?

🖋️ Recién editado y corregido

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[heretherebedork]

Unvoiced (Remember Me, EmName, G)

The club was the perfect place to be the night before finals week and Em wasn't going to waste a moment. He had a beer in his hand and his friends were waving to him from across the floor when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. A quick glance showed him a text and he tucked it back away without a second thought. Later. A text could always wait until later.

He was another beer in when his phone vibrated again. Another text and he chuckled as he rolled his eyes. Name was still the same, still always seeking him out. They'd chat later on MSN if he was still up or he'd send him a message when he woke up in the morning if that didn't work.

And another text. And another. Again and again until Em didn't even glance at his phone when his friends did, new and old questioning the way his phone just didn't stop.

Then the ringtone.

A phone call.

A digital version of the start of a familiar song, a tune he'd found and added without ever thinking he'd hear it.

Name was calling him.

He excused himself with a wave and grabbed his latest beer to step outside with.

“Name?” The silence on the other end of the phone was an answer and Em almost groaned.

“Name, I'm at the bar.” He explained to nothing but the sound of breathing and the music pulsing out of the open door. “I can't chat right now! I'll get on MSN tomorrow, okay?” It had been a few days of studying and he knew he hadn't been around as much as they'd like but that was just what university was like, wasn't it?

“I got all your texts, okay? I was planning on replying once I got home. Promise!” Em dropped his head against the rough brick. “Look, Name, I'm gonna hang up. Okay? Everyone is waiting for me.”

The phone was still pressed to his ear as he straightened up, smoothing down his shirt. “I promise, we'll chat soon. But I gotta go.”

Just as he started to pull the phone away, he heard a sound.

A sound so unfamiliar and yet dear, so strange and yet somehow present in his life, that he could never imagine ignoring it. There was a voice on the other end, a hint of something he couldn't place.

“Name?” His voice caught in his throat but he quickly caught himself.

“Em.” And that was all he heard.

His name in tones he had never heard before, his name on lips that he had never thought he would hear and he couldn't see them, couldn't watch Name speak his name for the first time, couldn't be there to grab him in a hug and hold him until he could breath again.

Words started to pour out. Em didn't know what he was saying, something about studying and school and the stress he was under and everything was coming out because he had to keep talking or he'd be able to hear the wet breaths on the other end, the little hitches that told him exactly what Name was doing after speaking his name.

He was still talking as he hurried away from the club and the pounding music, rushing away from the sounds that threatened to cover up his voice and distort the barely-there pain from the other side of the phone. What he was saying didn't matter because all he needed to know was that Name would stop, would stop crying, stop sobbing, stop hurting.

The bench was under a burnt out street light and Em was sure he'd been walking for hours even when his watch said it had only been five minutes but how could it have been five minutes? Name was still on the other end. His trembling breath was quieter, the hitching more gentle, the silence between sniffles extended.

And Em kept talking. About his day, about his night, about the beer, about their friends. He was babbling, he knew he was, but if he tired to simply sit and listen to Name he would have lost his mind, would have joined him in sobbing, would have taken the first bus back home just to gather him up in his arms and not let go.

But finals were coming and his internship mattered and he couldn't run away home to comfort him.

Silence finally fell, first on Name's end and then Em trailing off.

The next sound was a dial tone. Name had hung up. Em swallowed, his mouth dry, as he slumped on the bench.

A vibration.

A text.

Thank you.

Another.

I'm sorry.

And another that left him frozen on the bench, phone cradled in his hands like the most precious thing he'd ever held.

They found him there, his friends, drunk and laughing and lunging and they dragged him away back to the bar to get him drunk and Em didn't fight them, didn't hesitate, drank whatever they put in his hand until they stopped putting it there.

Please don't forget me.

[imusuallyobsessed]

Teaser for "Sniff, Sniff" Chapter 17

Chapter 17 includes my favorite Bad Buddy scene of all time - the staircase confession. I didn't change much about it because I think it's basically perfect as-is. Hope you enjoy this teaser :) Read the whole work here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36178243/chapters/90182398