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abandoned wips
dark blue kiss, pete/kao, fake dating
In retrospect, there were a lot of things that Kao could've said to get Kwan off his back. Like, "You know, I'm really focusing on my career right now", or "My last partner died and I'm still heartbroken over the loss", or even a simple, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested."
Kao is not prone to panicking. Once, when a professor suddenly slumped over his podium in the middle of a lecture, Kao was the only one of his classmates who called for an ambulance instead of freaking out. It's this level headedness that's made him a good engineer, and this level headedness that absolutely failed him when Kwan cornered him in the breakroom asking, for the eightieth time, if Kao would consider going on a date with her daughter.
If Kao had managed to keep his cool, he might not have cast his eyes frantically around the room before landing on Pete, and he might not have said, in one rushed breath, "I'm sorry, I'm taken. I'm seeing Pete."
But Kwan, for all of her short stature and warm, matronly smiles, is kind of terrifying.
Pete is not moved by this explanation. "How are you scared of a 50-year-old woman?" he asks, punching his straw through the plastic boba seal with a little more force than necessary.
"She reminds me of my mom, okay," Kao says. "And I guess like a month ago, her daughter came to drop something off and apparently thought I was cute and now Kwan thinks that we'd be a good match. She has asked me about her daughter every time she's seen me since then." There is a note of hysteria rising up in Kao's voice. "She keeps showing me pictures of her daughter."
"Is she ugly or something?" Pete asks.
Kao grimaces. "I mean, she's okay, but it doesn't matter. I'm gay."
"Oh," Pete says, and a flash of something crosses his expression before Kao can decipher it. "But still, why me? It's not exactly like we're friends."
"And it's not like you were my first choice," Kao points out. "You were just the only other person around. Trust me, if I could've picked anyone else, I would've. Besides, you're the one who went along with it."
Because Pete had accepted Kao's arm around his waist without much fight, even faked a smile for Kwan as Kao compounded his lie—"We're just not out at work, so we try to keep our relationship private."
Kao leans back in his chair, sizing Pete up across the table. He'd immediately dragged Pete out of the office to the cafe on the first floor of their building, the beginnings of a plan already forming in his head. "Look, Kwan is retiring at the end of the month. That's three and a half weeks. Can we just pretend? Until then? Just in front of Kwan."
"What's in it for me?" Pete asks.
"I—"
"Whatever," Pete interrupts. "I'll do it."
bad genius: the series, bank/lin, canon-compliant
The hotel carpet is the first thing Bank notices about the room. Dark blue, with abstract white lines running throughout, weirdly stiff under Bank's socked feet. He follows the lines across the room to where Lin is standing, to the bit of bare skin where the hem of her pants skims the top of her ankle. Tibia, Bank thinks. Fibula, calcaneus.
She turns, and Bank blinks, letting the rest of the room come into focus. Lin's drawn back the curtains, revealing a damp Sydney skyline. The only hotel Bank has ever stayed in was in Pattaya, back when his father was alive, and it was miles from the ocean, only a view of the parking lot from their room. Of course Pat would spare no expense.
In the middle of the room, there's a queen size bed with a crisp white comforter. Lin sits on the end of the bed, aiming the remote at the TV on the wall. It flickers to life in the middle of a weather report showing a ten-day forecast of mostly overcast skies. Lin flips through the channels as Bank double checks the bundle of materials for tomorrow, just to give himself something to do.
He's barely listening to the snippets of sound coming from the TV, but his ears perk up when he hears a question, delivered in a thick Australian accent—"What's three-fifths of 40?"
"Twenty four," Bank says automatically, at the same time that Lin answers.
He looks up to see Lin smiling at him. "That was easy," she says.
It's some kind of quiz show. Bank ends up abandoning his suitcase after the next question, his attention now fully engaged.
bl rpf, off/gun/tay, college au (written in past tense for some reason...?)
Off didn't know whose house he was at. It was one of Gun's friends, but Off had been too invested in an RoV game to listen properly, only taking away "party" and "pleaaaase, Papii?" from the conversation. So here he was, nursing a beer while Gun did shots with a pretty girl that towered over him in her tall heels.
Gun slammed the shot glass down on the counter, head thrown back. He made eye contact with Off, across the kitchen bar and other college students mingling between them, and grinned toothily.
The reality of their relationship was that Gun gave good enough head that Off would consider doing almost anything for him, within reason. Or, okay, yeah his heart fluttered when Gun smiled at him like that. Off pulled a face, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling, and Gun looked away, shaking his head.
Off didn't notice that someone had taken the empty space on the couch beside him until Tay spoke up. "I thought you hated parties."
In retrospect, there were a lot of things that Kao could've said to get Kwan off his back. Like, "You know, I'm really focusing on my career right now", or "My last partner died and I'm still heartbroken over the loss", or even a simple, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested."
Kao is not prone to panicking. Once, when a professor suddenly slumped over his podium in the middle of a lecture, Kao was the only one of his classmates who called for an ambulance instead of freaking out. It's this level headedness that's made him a good engineer, and this level headedness that absolutely failed him when Kwan cornered him in the breakroom asking, for the eightieth time, if Kao would consider going on a date with her daughter.
If Kao had managed to keep his cool, he might not have cast his eyes frantically around the room before landing on Pete, and he might not have said, in one rushed breath, "I'm sorry, I'm taken. I'm seeing Pete."
But Kwan, for all of her short stature and warm, matronly smiles, is kind of terrifying.
Pete is not moved by this explanation. "How are you scared of a 50-year-old woman?" he asks, punching his straw through the plastic boba seal with a little more force than necessary.
"She reminds me of my mom, okay," Kao says. "And I guess like a month ago, her daughter came to drop something off and apparently thought I was cute and now Kwan thinks that we'd be a good match. She has asked me about her daughter every time she's seen me since then." There is a note of hysteria rising up in Kao's voice. "She keeps showing me pictures of her daughter."
"Is she ugly or something?" Pete asks.
Kao grimaces. "I mean, she's okay, but it doesn't matter. I'm gay."
"Oh," Pete says, and a flash of something crosses his expression before Kao can decipher it. "But still, why me? It's not exactly like we're friends."
"And it's not like you were my first choice," Kao points out. "You were just the only other person around. Trust me, if I could've picked anyone else, I would've. Besides, you're the one who went along with it."
Because Pete had accepted Kao's arm around his waist without much fight, even faked a smile for Kwan as Kao compounded his lie—"We're just not out at work, so we try to keep our relationship private."
Kao leans back in his chair, sizing Pete up across the table. He'd immediately dragged Pete out of the office to the cafe on the first floor of their building, the beginnings of a plan already forming in his head. "Look, Kwan is retiring at the end of the month. That's three and a half weeks. Can we just pretend? Until then? Just in front of Kwan."
"What's in it for me?" Pete asks.
"I—"
"Whatever," Pete interrupts. "I'll do it."
bad genius: the series, bank/lin, canon-compliant
The hotel carpet is the first thing Bank notices about the room. Dark blue, with abstract white lines running throughout, weirdly stiff under Bank's socked feet. He follows the lines across the room to where Lin is standing, to the bit of bare skin where the hem of her pants skims the top of her ankle. Tibia, Bank thinks. Fibula, calcaneus.
She turns, and Bank blinks, letting the rest of the room come into focus. Lin's drawn back the curtains, revealing a damp Sydney skyline. The only hotel Bank has ever stayed in was in Pattaya, back when his father was alive, and it was miles from the ocean, only a view of the parking lot from their room. Of course Pat would spare no expense.
In the middle of the room, there's a queen size bed with a crisp white comforter. Lin sits on the end of the bed, aiming the remote at the TV on the wall. It flickers to life in the middle of a weather report showing a ten-day forecast of mostly overcast skies. Lin flips through the channels as Bank double checks the bundle of materials for tomorrow, just to give himself something to do.
He's barely listening to the snippets of sound coming from the TV, but his ears perk up when he hears a question, delivered in a thick Australian accent—"What's three-fifths of 40?"
"Twenty four," Bank says automatically, at the same time that Lin answers.
He looks up to see Lin smiling at him. "That was easy," she says.
It's some kind of quiz show. Bank ends up abandoning his suitcase after the next question, his attention now fully engaged.
bl rpf, off/gun/tay, college au (written in past tense for some reason...?)
Off didn't know whose house he was at. It was one of Gun's friends, but Off had been too invested in an RoV game to listen properly, only taking away "party" and "pleaaaase, Papii?" from the conversation. So here he was, nursing a beer while Gun did shots with a pretty girl that towered over him in her tall heels.
Gun slammed the shot glass down on the counter, head thrown back. He made eye contact with Off, across the kitchen bar and other college students mingling between them, and grinned toothily.
The reality of their relationship was that Gun gave good enough head that Off would consider doing almost anything for him, within reason. Or, okay, yeah his heart fluttered when Gun smiled at him like that. Off pulled a face, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling, and Gun looked away, shaking his head.
Off didn't notice that someone had taken the empty space on the couch beside him until Tay spoke up. "I thought you hated parties."