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Title: parasitical instincts
Author: hawkshadow (@hawkshadowwrites)
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Pete Saengtham/Vegas Theerapanyakul/Porsche Kittisawat
Summary:
Pete kisses Vegas back with a feral edge, rocking his hips in a frantic rhythm. He pulls back slightly to kiss down Vegas’s jaw before whispering, “Porsche fucks Kinn like this all the time.”
Vegas grabs Pete’s hair and snarls. “Pete, I swear—”
“It’s okay baby, I know.” Pete increases his pace and bites down on the juncture between Vegas’s throat and shoulder. “I’ll fuck you like this, like it would be if it was Porsche. I'm okay with this, you don’t have to hide it.”
——
Or the one in which Pete makes Vegas admit he still wants to fuck Porsche and then watches Vegas fuck him.
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Title: silence and submission
Author: hawkshadow (@hawkshadowwrites)
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Kim Theerapanyakul/Big, Big/Chan
Summary:
“I mean,” Kim says with an edge to his voice that Big can’t figure out, “bad for you.” Big’s heart thumps in his chest and there is a cruel sort of rushing in his ears, but Kim isn’t finished. He never is. “Everyone wants to steal Kinn away for themselves.”
Big feels like Kim threw a punch at him, it ricochets through his body and chest, ringing in his ears.
“Do you want one heartbroken song, huh?” Kim asks. Mocks.
—
Or, Big is assigned to service Kim.
(Also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49025569)
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The last thing that Nuea needed in his already complicated life, was to fall for one of his clients. Unfortunately, that is exactly what he somehow managed to do.
Seeing Sailom in the McDonald's felt like fate — that perhaps the gods were finally shining their favor down on him after all — that is, until the most gorgeous woman walked in and sat down across from him.
Nuea has always known he is queer as they come, but he can still appreciate the beauty of someone like her. Someone who clearly was of the caliber and worth to date this mysterious hot guy who is exactly Nuea’s cup of tea. He is grateful for the happenstance that he won’t have to see this guy again, that he can sulk and nurse his wounds long enough to forget about him.
This works for him and is all well and good, until the very big important client just happens to be Mr. Perfect.
It’s always been a very poor decision to get involved with clients at any job — or any coworkers for that matter — but getting involved with a client in his line of work is catastrophic. Career ending, really. Because not a single person will hire a wedding planner who would actively break up a wedding.
Nuea has never had a problem with this; he keeps his eyes on the prize and blocking out the rest, but he also has never had a client that have zero desires or wishes for their own wedding. It’s almost as if they don’t even want to get married, as if this is some type of forced match, but they seem to genuinely care about each other which makes Nuea even more confused.
Even pressing Yiwa further gets him nowhere, and Lom is dodging his calls all the time unless he is being actively annoying, in which Nuea wants to dodge his calls. He can’t run from Lom forever, though, so unfortunately it means he is once again back at the gym, once again questioning all of his life choices that led him here, of all places.
It doesn’t help that Lom is just as evasive as always, but this time it’s compounded with the fact that he is glistening with sweat in a tank top that displays his arms like a crime. And it’s not until one of the trainers starts making pointed comments about his weight that Lom stands and abandons his pretense of working out, grabbing Nuea by the hand and dragging him off into the corner.
He tries to keep it on topic by pressing Lom about the hotel choices, but Lom just grins and tightens his fingers around Nuea’s wrist.
“What do you want?” Lom asks, sounding for all of the world genuinely hung up on the concept.
What does he want? All Nuea wants is for Lom to make one goddamn decision on his own, he wants Lom to take this seriously, he wants Lom to push him up against the wall and—
“Why does it matter what I want?” Nuea says instead, feeling the flush grow as he tries to push that thought back down.
Lom raises an eyebrow, almost looking offended that Nuea would ask. “Because you are the one planning it, we hired you because you are good at what you do. Were we wrong?”
“No!” Nuea shakes his head vigorously and tries to tug his wrist out of Lom’s grasp. Lom doesn’t let go.
“Then help me plan this wedding,” Lom murmurs, taking a step forward. He is now close, much much too close.
“It’s not my wedding,” Nuea protests. “It’s yours, and—”
“What if it was?”
“—what?”
“What would you pick if it was your wedding?” Lom takes another step closer and this time Nuea tries to take a step back. He doesn’t get very far and Lom doesn’t release his grip on his wrist.
Nuea has a rule about distance and boundaries, it’s important to keep a line between personal and professional, it’s important not to give too much away when working for someone you probably won’t see again. So it surprises him at the unprompted honestly that tumbles from his mouth.
“People like me don’t get married. Or happily ever after.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” Lom says. He looks Nuea up and down and if he wasn’t absolutely sure that Lom is marrying someone else, he would be convinced Lom is checking him out. But that is preposterous.
Because—
“Can I tell you a secret?”
Nuea freezes, looking up into Lom’s overly earnest eyes. “Only if it will help me plan this wedding.”
Lom hesitates and looks around the gym and even though they are alone in this particular hallway, Nuea has a feeling that this is something he doesn’t want anyone to overhear. He sighs and pulls Nuea down the hallway into the locker room, closing the door behind him.
“Yiwa doesn’t love me.”
Out of all of the things Nuea expects Lom to say it is not this. He has a gut feeling that Lom might be fucking with him, but he looks completely serious. “It’s a fake wedding. It’s why she doesn’t care about any of the details.”
Oh. Oh. “Then—”
“She’s got a girlfriend.” Lom pushes Nuea backwards and he stumbles, his back hitting the locker with a bit more inelegance than he would like. Lom places both of his hands on either side of Nuea’s face and leans in. “Which means, I’m not actually in love with her.”
“Oh,” Nuea repeats, this time out loud.
This changes everything. Well. Not everything, but it changes enough that Nuea no longer feels guilty about wanting Lom to fuck him right here right now. And you know what? Maybe it’s time he actually takes what he wants.
He isn’t quite sure who moves first but one moment Lom has him boxed in against the lockers and the next they are kissing, wild and hungry and desperate. Lom’s skin is warm under his fingers and the sweat has not quite dried, enough that Nuea feels slightly unhinged as he claws Lom’s shirt up over his head.
Lom reaches down and picks Nuea up and Nuea gasps, rocking his hips forward against the hard bulge in Lom’s gym shorts. Nuea wants Lom inside of him, wants to fucked against this locker until he cries, but he knows they can’t. Not in a public locker.
That doesn’t stop Lom from rutting into him, lips trailing down Nuea’s jaw and neck, teeth nipping at a sensitive spot near his collarbone. Nuea knows it’s not going to take much for him to fall apart, and he doesn’t doubt that he would let Lom fuck him right here in the open.
Luckily — or unluckily — he is saved from making that decision by the sounds of the locker room door opening and Lom breaking off the kiss, pulling back looking flushed and much worse for the wear. He reaches forward and pulls out a packet and hands it to Nuea, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Here. You might find some of this helpful.”
And then that’s when reality comes crashing back down on Nuea; that even with all of this, Lom is still his client and still getting married.
“Right,” he mumbles, looking away. “Well, if that’s all.”
“Nuea—” Lom says, “hey—”
Nuea shakes his head. “Thank you for meeting with me, I’ll look these files over and get back to you.”
And then Nuea flees, with the ghost of Lom’s lips on his.
Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.
That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.
That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.
That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.
That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.
That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.
That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.
None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.
I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.
If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.
Celebrate fan work!
To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.
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