Stupid Chinese censorship – yet this still manages to be very, very gay! 😉 I have such a soft spot for these two, and this video is one of the best I’ve found.
“I don’t want to really date anyone. It’s so stupid, I just need to pretend date someone until Jiang Cheng gets his act together, then go back to my own life.” He stares at his empty coffee cup.
“Date me,” Lan Zhan says. Then he looks at Wei Ying’s empty cup. “Would you like another cup of coffee?”
“Always,” Wei Ying says automatically. “But wait, what.”
I will never get tired of fake dating and oblivious!Wei Ying, and this is a glorious example of the genre – funny and hot at once!
Before he’s even finished reading, Xiao Zhan knows this is the script, the one that could alter the course of his career. Not like Chen Qing Ling changed his life six years ago, catapulting him from a minor idol to a household name, or the way his more serious roles have slowly taken him to the upper echelons of dramatic actors. This is a love story, daring and bold, groundbreaking and unforgettable, if only he’s brave enough to do it.
So of course, eventually, they bring up the idea of casting Yibo as his lover.
Beautiful and entirely captivating I mainlined all 80k of this in one day. Gorgeous slow burn (despite a whole lot of sexing)! 🙂
Yibo kicks at Xiao Zhan’s ankle.
Xiao Zhan ignores him.
Yibo sighs heavily, looks down at his phone, scrolls a little. Takes a sip of water. Kicks Xiao Zhan’s ankle again.
“My friend,” Xiao Zhan says absently. “Do you remember? About the murder?”
“I do.” Yibo says it cheerfully and is pleased when Xiao Zhan drops his phone into his lap and turns fully towards Yibo. “Do you remember how pretty I am, though?”
Xiao Zhan tilts his head at him. “How could I forget, Wang Yibo?”
Yibo feels his grin get bigger—he can’t help it. What is it about Xiao Zhan using his full name like that that gets him going? He just likes it so much. He wants him to do it again.
Will I ever get tired of fics set during that magical summer? Nope. Especially when they’re delicious and hot like this one.
wei ying is very handsome
who wouldn’t want to give him a hand
It’s not like Xiao Zhan wasn’t red in the face before, but he’s reaching new levels now. Who are they talking about, him or Wei Wuxian? His cock is aching, pressed between his belly and the mattress, and he rolls his hips slightly.
Holy smokes – they don’t even have sex in this one, but it’s incredibly hot! Also, Yibo is a gremlin and I love him.
Wei Wuxian locks his phone and puts it down, blinks at his ceiling, and picks it up again. The pictures are still there.
His first thought is that Lan Zhan meant them for someone else. That he just woke up at—he checks the timestamp—6:30 am on a Sunday and decided to go absolute full nuclear seduction option on some poor boy he met on Grindr, who would now be missing out on the best thing to ever happen to him because Wei Wuxian had a bad habit of distracting—of—oh.
Pieces of last night start to resurface and paste themselves together in his head. He winces.
This must be the most oblivious Wei Ying to ever Wei Ying in a modern AU… Had me cackling all the way through, when I wasn’t being distracted by the hotness. 😉
Saint flirts outrageously onstage. It’s not the same way it was on the show, when he was in character. That flirting was scripted. That flirting had pacing, and blocking, and retakes.
This flirting is very different from that. Saint’s constantly drifting into Zee’s space, close to him, brushing his fingers down his arm, looking at him with his head tilted down, his hot gaze coming up through his eyelashes – similar to how he’d do it when in character as Tutor, but intensely more than that.
It’s making Zee sweat.
Excuse me while I die from the sheer hotness that is this fic. It’s just so full of desperation and sexy, sexy smut… *fans self*
His voice is thick. “God, Buck. God, I’ve missed you.”
Bucky hangs stiff in his arms, but Steve’s warmth seeps into his body, so cold for so long. He doesn’t know what to do, how to handle this, but there is something – a fragment of who he was – that says that he can never be as safe as he is right here, right now.
He unbends. Muscle by muscle, bone by bone, allows himself to lean into Steve. This man touches him without fear, seems to want nothing more than to care for him.
It can’t be so bad to let him, for a little while.
A hauntingly beautiful at Bucky post-Winter Soldier, so lost – until he allows himself to be found.
While Hephaistion sank into the bed, feeling as if his bones had pleasantly turned to warm oil, Alexander was silent and still, except to sigh.
Hephaistion’s heart, so recently buoyed by love, sank.
This one’s just a perfect little gem, sweet and just a little sad.
She watched that summer as he came and went at odd hours. Sometimes he disappeared for days before stumbling back up the stairs, looking tired, hungry, and, occasionally, somewhat battered. Despite her initial twinge of worry, he didn’t play the “rock and roll” that so many of the young people seemed to worship. He played jazz, the music of her youth, of those smoky nights in Paris when she’d danced until she thought her legs would turn to blocks of wood. She sat in her window and listened by the hour on those rare evenings when he came home early. He didn’t seem to have many albums, and a few of those he did have were scratched, but the music still made her smile and hum along.
I love outside POVs, and this one’s just lovely!