SCARED_RATATOUILLE
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Minho hates his thighs, but Chan can’t stop dreaming about living between them.
So when the chance comes to show Minho just how perfect they are, he takes it.
And for the first time, Minho lets him close enough to remind him what it feels like to be wanted, wholly and without shame.
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Chan loves Minho’s thighs and kisses them like they’re something holy.
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Chan sits in the dark, night after night, waiting for Minho who has already left in every way but words, unable to stop hoping for a return he knows won’t come.
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Minho wasn’t a dreamer. His nights were always dreamless.
Upon waking, not a single remnant of a dream ever lingered in his mind. Never. It simply didn’t happen. Minho wasn’t a dreamer.
Occasionally, a fleeting feeling of a dream might haze his thoughts, but it never lingered. Rarely, a vision would cross his mind, but it was never vivid. Minho was not a dreamer.
At least, that’s what he thought—until he woke up one day to a feeling so familiar, a touch so warm, so warm that it lingered longer than it should, feeding into his desperation like gasoline into fire.
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Jaeyun wasn’t a dreamer. His nights were always dreamless.
Upon waking, not a single remnant of a dream ever lingered in his mind. Never. It simply didn’t happen. Jaeyun wasn’t a dreamer.
Occasionally, a fleeting feeling of a dream might haze his thoughts, but it never lingered. Rarely, a vision would cross his mind, but it was never vivid. Jaeyun was not a dreamer.
At least, that’s what he thought—until he woke up one day to a feeling so familiar, a touch so warm, so warm that it lingered longer than it should, feeding into his desperation like gasoline into fire.
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Heeseung is dead.
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Jaeyun has a meltdown after a stressful meeting with Heeseung's parents, leading him to start questioning their relationship, but Heeseung is there to ground him and make it all feel better.
This is a chapter from my story "Seeing You Here and Now" but could also be read as a one shot.
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There's a reason I no longer have long hair...
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14 Dec 2024
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crème de la crème (noun).
- (idiomatic, singular only) best of the best; something superlative; the very best.~*~
“Why me?”
“Chan wanted a pickpocket.”
“And how did he, out of all the pickpockets, of whom some are better than me, happen to hear about me?” Felix was going to coax the answer out of Changbin, all while slowly inching closer to him.
“I’m pretty certain you know the answer to that.” Changbin kept his gaze forwards, tried to not fall into Felix’s trap.
“Oh, Changbin, have you talked about me? Did my show impress you back then?”Bookmarked by SCARED_RATATOUILLE
08 Jun 2024
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Blue, all around him. Boundless amounts of blue, all the way to the horizon, where the cloudless sky met the sea. Little islands dotted the view, Felix could see the outline of another ship far away from them. The wind swept his orange locks away from his face, made his eyes water. Sunshine sparkled against the sea, nearly blinding Felix. Laughter bubbled up from the depths of his chest. Felix wanted to let go of the mast, spread his arms and shout from the top of his lungs.
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- Part 1 of Stories Sung in the Sunken Sailor's Inn
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08 Jun 2024
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Changbin didn’t believe in love at first sight. No sir, not at all, such thing didn’t exist, one could not possibly get such intense emotions for someone within one glance. Love at first sight didn’t exist.
But goddamn, did the boy in the light pink sweats make Changbin’s heart thrum in ways he hadn’t felt in a long time.
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08 Jun 2024
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There is a house. There is a house on the hill. There’s a house on the top of the hill and it has been there for a long time. No one really knows how long, it just is there, somehow, it stands there tall and proud and old and creaky against the storms of the autumn, and it’s on top of the hill. There is a house, and in the house, there is a boy. He sits there, on the staircase leading upstairs, deep in his thoughts. He has been there for quite some time, too. But not as long as the house.
Mostellaria (latin, noun).
- a haunted houseBookmarked by SCARED_RATATOUILLE
06 Jun 2024