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littlerequiem · 4 months

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— wings of snow, wings of freedom ˚⁎⁺ levi ackerman x gn!reader

You teach Levi how to make snow angels. Turns out warm things can blossom in winter, too.

content — Levi’s POV, Snow & Winter, Fluff, Soft!Levi, Blushing, Kisses, Established Relationship, Mentions of Isabel and Furlan, Grief (wc: 1.4k) Please note that those living above the Underground are referred to as “upsiders”.

Crossposted on AO3.

Winters are a drag. Endless days of white, filled with the kind of cold that bites, and not nearly enough distractions to occupy restless minds.

Levi hates winter. He hates the cold.

He doesn’t know if it’s the fact that he grew up lacking sun or that he is, as doctors like to say, too scrawny—but he’s always fucking cold. This is his third year above ground, and he’s still not used to the changing weather.

But you... you love winter. You get damn excited when the season comes.

There’s the first snowfall that gets you grinning like a cute goofball. There’s the first snowman you always build with Hange (this year, you made them look like titans—a pair of weirdos, the two of you are). There’s the hot drinks you always make on the first winter day, delivered to all Scout soldiers.

You love winter.

This year is no exception.

“What's all of this?” Levi asks, face impassive as he stares at the strange sight that awaits him.

You, all joyful-looking, are laying in one of the empty training fields. A blanket of snow covers the landscape in broad daylight, painting the world in white. Snowflakes sprinkle down, and you try to catch them with your tongue, warm breath puffing out a veil that resembles gossamer.

How careless. What are you thinking, laying in the snow like this? You're going to catch a cold.

Yes, you're sporting a warm coat, and yes, you're wearing the green mittens Levi knitted for you (green is your best color, no doubt about it), but it's still fucking winter. This isn't the time to get sick.

But, as always, you pay his skeptical gaze no mind; you’re too busy moving your arms in up-and-down motion, ploughing through snow.

“I'm making snow angels,” you explain at last, voice dulcet like a winter melody. Curious eyes find him. “Have you ever made one before?"

A draft of wind stings Levi's face. He shivers.

"No."

This fact seems to peek your interest.

"Oh," you say, "then you must try it! Why don't you lay down and follow my lead?”

“No, thanks.”

Levi has no intention of getting his ass all wet. He's cold just looking at you.

And anyway, what is it with upsiders and their strange habits? He doesn't know a single person living in the Underground who would ever willingly lay on the cold, wet ground. Maybe Isabel—she would have liked snow. She was a kid after all... just a kid.

“C’mon, Levi, give it a try!” you insist. “This is fun.”

Levi huffs out a grunt. “This looks like the opposite of fun.”

You perk up with your elbows. Snow clings to your hair. You look like you're wearing a crown of white.

“Please.”

You say that one word with a pleading gaze, all crinkled eyes and pouty mouth.

Cute. You think you can convince him with an act.

No such luck.

“No.” Levi is firm with his decision, crossing his arms over his chest.

You don't look bothered by his rejection, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Then you leave me no choice,” you declare.

Levi raises a brow.

Without giving him an explanation, you suddenly stand up. He frowns, muscles tensing as you saunter towards him. He knows what you’re about to do, he knows it and yet—

You surprise him by planting your plush lips on his own.

Oh.

You kiss him.

And as Levi tastes snow on your lips, he decides if there’s one thing he likes about winter, it’s the taste of you.

"You're so warm," you murmur against his lips.

Of course, Levi knows your sweet words are but a ruse in disguise. Soon, your hands settle on his forearms.

And you push him back, just as Levi thought you would all along. Levi lets you, because this snow and your damn playfulness somehow remind him of Isabel and Furlan, and how they never got to witness snow.

Still, just because he's allowed to be pushed doesn't mean that he doesn't intend to make you pay—oh no, if he's going down, he'll make sure to take you with him. He grabs your wrists, and the two of you topple backwards.

Levi is the first one to land on his back, the impact of the fall cushioned by the snow, and you follow him, falling right on top of him.

Snow stings his exposed hands, and he groans.

But then you’re giggling in his ear, your laughter chiming like bells, and Levi forgets all about how cold feels. Freckles of white weave around you, framing you like pale moonlight, and Levi thinks you could belong in a painting, all dressed in white.

Smiling, you bend down and drop a last kiss on the tip of his nose. Blood rushes to his cheeks, dusting them in a rosy hue, and you chuckle at the sight (Levi will later deny blushing at all—like hell one kiss gets him so flustered).

“Now, we're ready to begin,” you announce after you hop off him.

You sit next to him and tap the white ground.

“Follow my lead, 'Vi.”

Levi watches you through a lidded stare.

“What the hell is a snow angel, anyway?” he asks.

“I believe it's meant to be a human with wings.”

“That's not something that exists.”

You hum. “Well, it's an imaginary thing, you know? Like something kids grow up reading about in fables?”

“I wouldn't know.”

That's not entirely true. His mother used to tell him stories, only he was too young to remember them. He thinks her stories must have been full of light, just like she was.

Your gentle stare locks with his, almost as if you could read Levi's thoughts. “Then I suppose we have some making up to do, huh?"

Levi stays silent. He lifts his hand to your cheek, and he lets his caress speak for his gratitude. You smile, a true smile that makes your eyelids crinkle.

"You know, I think I may have found the perfect analogy." Snow crunches beneath you as you shift your weight around. "Think of snow angels like the Survey Corps. We Scout soldiers are the Wings of Freedom, right? So just imagine we're molding a shape into the snow... that of a human with wings."

Wings of Freedom.

Levi likes the idea. It's corny, sure, but it's cute.

It reminds him of—shit, of course it does—of Isabel and Furlan. Of their dreams to live above ground. How Levi is going to carry them for the rest of his days, his own wings propelling them forward.

And for the first time since their deaths, Levi doesn't feel entirely empty at the thought of them. Yes, the grief is there, it's always there... it'll always be present. But now, there is something more to it. There is all the love for them, all the love he never got to express, all the love that continues to manifest in their memories... and that part fills him with warmth.

“Ready for the lesson?" you ask.

Levi nods.

You start to move. "You're going to need to to move your hands and legs like this, see? Then it’s going to make it seem like you’re drawing a person with wings in the snow.”

“Do I look like an artist to you?”

You chuckle. “I promise, drawing isn't a skill you need to make snow angels. Anyone can do it, that's the beauty of it! Now, you try.”

Levi complies. He lays on the ground and stares at the muted sky—who knew winter skies could look so peaceful? Then, he begins to move his limbs in accordion.

And despite the snow, he finds he's no longer cold.

Finally, once you're both done making your angels, you stand up to look at your work. The angels are a patchwork at best, but they look like they’re holding hands, and you seem glad about that.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” you murmur. You've removed one of your mittens, and you slip your fingers between his own.

Levi stares, eyes softening.

“Yeah, pretty.”

Song insp: Everything I Know About Love by Laufey. Graphics made by me. Thanks for reading :))

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 months

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Hi darling!~ (I'll immediately stop calling you that if you don't like it/don't feel comfortable lol) Lately your girlies been obsessing over the song 'Older' by Isabel LaRosa that's been going BADSHIT popular on tiktok so I thought I'd spill some thoughts~

Teacher!Vil X Yandere(ish)!Student!Yuu

Summary : Yuu who grew up with a bad father and gained heavy daddy issues gets attached to her teacher after he starts giving her the fatherly love and care she never got, always being nice and checking up on her. at first it's a simple silly crush on her teacher but after time it blooms into an obsession where she starts lusting after him and craves constant validation from him. In her eyes he's the perfect guy, he's older and has more experience, he could never treat her wrong. even though he may be colder from time to time she believes he has a soft spot for her. Poor Yuu when the teacher who she fell so madly inlove with doesn't return her feelings and begins distancing himself from her.... Or will he?..

(Your ending <3)

Surprise me sweetheart ♡

-Prev. 🥀🦋 / Now 🎋🪭

I really like that song, might become my newest obsession... 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Yandere Teacher Vil Schoenheit x Obsessed Student Reader

Vil definitely has that aura of an unbiased but caring mentor much like Crewel. He’s confident and quaint, praising you in any capacity thrills most who receive it. Granted it’s sprinkled with underlying insults and a general lack of faith. But for someone like you, who can barely get your own father to even look at you it means so much more:

So of course you’ll obsess over him

Putting him on a pedestal you’re willing to do anything for

Study and pass his class

Tell on all the naughty potatoes in class

Even framing the professor he’s wanted gone since the beginning

“Well done.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, I’m quite pleased you’ve proven to be more helpful than the other useless potatoes.”

“T-thank you M-Mister Vil!”

He doesn’t stop you or even act like he doesn’t reciprocate

A few light touches

A kiss or two

A nibble of the ear

Your friends warn you when they realize the love of your life is the degrading teacher of etiquette

“This isn’t a good idea…(Y/n) he’s like much older than you.”

“So? That just means he has experience!”

“He’s thinking about retirement!”

“Early retirement!”

“Nooo!”

Nothing really stops you from your newfound love

That is until he crashes the illusion himself

“Oh~Roi du Poison, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for the misguided doe?”

“Please, they’re just a tool I’m sharpening. A potato I’ve decided is worth polishing…for the time being.”

It destroys you

What meaning of life is there if he doesn’t even care about yours

You stop showing up to school

You won’t leave your room

“Where is (L/n)?”

“Pft wouldn’t you like to know!”

“We’re not telling you. You don’t deserve to even speak to them.”

“Fine if that’s how it’s going to be, I’ll give your regards to them.”

“What?!” “Wait!”

Unbeknownst to you Vil is very much in love with you

But what did you expect?!

That he’d admit to actually being just as obsessed if not more so than you

He figured the best way to keep you close enough was by taking advantage of your emotional flaw

And while he wasn’t wrong,

he realized the way it’s been going is all too risky

Nosy obstacles friends of yours, suspicious coworkers, gossiping potatoes

It’s just too risky so he’ll promptly resign putting time and energy into his former hobby

Taking the world by storm he’ll disappear

Giving you the so-called space you want so badly

But he’ll be watching

Watching as you mend yourself together only to fall apart again with every new tragedy

Your grades suspiciously slip

Your house is going to be foreclosed

Your father disappears one evening becoming a missing person’s case

And finally, your dear poor friends suddenly die

Catching some sickness after investigating something they refused to tell you about in the forest

It’s there, where you’ve graduated and are at your lowest once again that he makes his move

“It’s been a while, (L/n).”

He’ll skew the events that day claiming the doe was someone else or that it was all a cover

And like that, he’ll slither back into your heart with his leash fully keeping you within his grasp

“For all that trouble, (Y/n) you’re irrevocably mine.”

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere vil #yandere vil x reader #yandere vil schoenheit x reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x gender neutral reader

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lesinquietes · 6 months

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I once wrote this longfic about Yandere!Professor!Levi who works out of a university and agrees to take you on as his teaching assistant in the first year of your grad degree…… and guys, the brainrot is back 🥺

Tw; coercion, degradation, dominant levi, dubcon (just a sprinkle), oral sex (levi receiving), slut-shaming, spanking

He remembers how much completing a master’s degree sucks. Rewarding? A little. But mostly just a waste of time keeping to the institution’s expectations of excellence. Originally, he only applied to see if he would get one of the scholarships they offered to the poor folk. He didn’t anticipate gaining entry to the program.

Fast forward to eight years later, and he’s cozy in his teaching position. The headmaster is his best friend, Erwin Smith. Life is good. He doesn’t have to teach much with the team of graduate assistants he has each semester. He lets them conduct seminars on course material to get “teaching experience”. As if that’ll help them find a job afterwards.

Although everything seems to have fallen into place for him, there’s still something missing. A void. A yearning. For what, he doesn’t know; that is, until you came along. You make him realize that life isn’t meant to be easy.

For every class he teaches, he receives at least one teaching assistant. Oftentimes, the flock he gets are new graduate students who don’t know their hand from their foot. They’re so nervous in their new role, that they cause more havoc than they’re worth. As such, he’s learned to be a hard ass. It turns out tough love works better than coddling.

But you.

You don’t respond well to either.

And it pisses him off how you’re not predictable. Growing up in the slums made his ability to read situations damn near immaculately. To some degree, he should be able to predict most common behaviours. He’s utterly confused when you don’t respond to reward or punishment. What kind of person are you? The fascination takes him faster than the alcohol did after Farlan and Isabel died in that car accident. Unlike the liquor, he lets his attraction for you bloom.

He treats you like an academic study. He writes down his hypotheses and then conducts an experiment to record data. He documents every method he tries, hoping to make a breakthrough, all while skirting under your radar; the subject can’t know her role in his field research.

Initially, he’s hard on you. He discovered a marking error on one of his students’ returned papers. Usually he doesn’t bother to check his teaching assistant’s work. With you, he’s been putting in overtime.

“The fuck is this?” He growled, tossing the paper onto your desk.

“What?”

You took the sheet onto your hands and scanned the lines with careful orbs. When you reached the bottom, you locked eyes with him. He doesn’t utter a word. You’re bright enough to understand the implicit message.

“I made a mistake,” you state. “I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful.”

You always act so diplomatic with him. He wishes you would let your guard down. You speak to your colleagues with less of an edge to your tone.

“I thought a master’s student would be able to handle bachelor’s level shit.” He antagonized you. “If you fuck up again I’ll scrap your contract for next semester.”

It’s a bluff. He won’t do that. He doesn’t want anyone else getting you as a teaching assistant, least of all that creep Miche. You’re too alluringly odd. Levi wants to lay claim to you.

“It won’t happen again,” you called after him. “Sorry.”

A lightbulb goes off in his head. His vivid memory of your nonchalance gave him a bright idea. You don’t mean your apologies because you don’t care. Truly.

Of course you haven’t been responsive to his rearing techniques; you aren’t interested in what he’s offering. He hasn’t been using the correct rewards and punishments. You’re in this teaching assistant position against your will; you needed to take it on so you could afford to pay your tuition. He bets you’re dying for stimulation.

With this in mind, he sends you an email, requesting your presence in his office tomorrow morning. If you want something to captivate your picky mind, he’s going to give it to you.

He can’t believe his eyes when you actually obey his request to bend over his desk. Your skirt hikes up, revealing your cute panties. They’re white. The way they don’t fit around the cheeks of your ass makes his cock twitch in his pants. The notion that you planned this crosses his mind. He dismisses it in favour of indulging.

Levi smacks his ruler against your ass, revelling in how your holes twitch each time he strikes. You respond well to this punishment. You moan and gasp when he goes harder, panting breathily like a desperate whore. He’s never seen so much life in your face. He only stops hitting your plump globes when the skin feels tender and worn beneath his palm; even then, he gives them one more clap before standing up to tug down his trousers.

You suck his cock next. Who knew you were such a champ at giving head? He helps you along with a firm hand glued to the back of your skull. You choke and slobber when his rip slams into the back of your throat. He doesn’t let up. Tears are streaming down your face until he decides it’s time you worship his balls. He shoves your nose and mouth into his sack, shuddering when he feels your tongue lavish each sphere with your love. It’s almost enough to make him cum.

He can’t take much more of your teasing. He forces himself down your throat a second time and shoots his load. You cough and sputter, but he doesn’t let you off. You’ll only have the privilege of air when you swallow. Once you do, he’s happy to permit you to breathe.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head up. His steely orbs are filled with wanton lust. Your makeup is smeared and your eyes are glossy. You’re in a daze. This is what you wanted all along; to be used by your professor.

Well, if that’s what it’ll take for you to maintain an interest in grading for his class, he’s happy to do it; the next time you need some proctoring, he’ll be sure to claim that wet pussy of yours.

#minors dni #yandere levi x reader #yandere levi ackerman #yandere aot #professor levi #levi x reader #levi smut #aot smut #afab reader

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maddiesbookshelves · 4 months

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A Natural History of Dragons, by Marie Brennan

The memoirs of Lady Trent narrate the life and research of Isabella Trent, world-renowned naturalist now an old woman, whose wit and humor are merciless towards imbeciles. In the first tome, Isabella, first as a young girl and then a young woman, challenges class and period conventions to satisfy her scientific curiosity and accompany her husband on an expedition in search for dragons in Vystrana...

I was scared that the memoirs format was going to be boring to read, but it was actually the best way to tell the life story of a woman who has lived so many adventures, I really liked it. The good thing about memoirs is that it allowed Isabella's personality to shine, especially her humor, and to have some hindsight on what happened. The teases about future events that she reveals later in the series really make you want to read what's next

Volume 1 introduces themes and ideas that I thought were fleshed out better later in the series, and what I considered as small flaws (a lot of things were repeated so many times I started thinking "yeah, okay, I get it") are way less prominent

As for Brennan's worldbuilding, it's deceptively simple at first glance (Victorian era but make it fantasy), but actually had so many details that make it extremely rich. Everything is inspired by countries/cultures from the real world, but Brennan mixed a lot of them and I thought it was really well executed. And the further along you get in the series, the more details sprinkled in the first 3 books come together to form the final picture. When I got to the end of book 4, I wanted to scream because of how delightful and well put together the reveals were

French version under the cut

Les mémoires de lady Trent racontent la vie et les recherches d'Isabelle Trent, naturaliste mondialement connue et désormais vieille dame, dont l'esprit et le style empreints d'humour s'avèrent sans pitié pour les imbéciles. Dans le premier volume, Isabelle, petite fille puis jeune femme, brave les conventions de sa classe et de son temps pour satisfaire sa curiosité scientifique et accompagner son mari lors d'une expédition à la recherche des dragons de Vystranie...

J'avais peur que le format des mémoires soit un peu ennuyant à lire, mais en fait c'était la meilleure façon de raconter la vie d’une femme qui a vécu autant d’aventures, j’ai beaucoup apprécié. L'avantage des mémoires c'est que ça permettait au personnage d'Isabelle de nous dévoiler sa personnalité, notamment son humour, et d'avoir du recul sur certains évènements. Les références à des évènements qu'elle nous dévoile plus tard dans la série donnait vraiment envie de lire la suite

Le tome 1 introduit des thèmes et des idées que j’ai trouvées mieux développées dans les tomes suivants, et ce que je considérais comme de petits défauts (pas mal de choses sont répétées de nombreuses fois donc au bout d’un moment je me disais "oui, c’est bon, j’ai compris") sont beaucoup moins présents

En ce qui concerne le monde créé par Brennan, il paraît relativement simple au premier abord (époque victorienne mais version fantasy), mais en réalité, énormément de détails le rendent extrêmement riche. Tout est inspiré de pays/cultures du monde réel, mais mélange pas mal de trucs et j’ai trouvé que c’était très bien fait. Et au plus on avance dans la série, au plus les détails disséminés dans les ~3 premiers tomes s'emboîtent et le tableau final se précise. Quand je suis arrivée à la fin du tome 4 j'avais envie de hurler tellement les révélations étaient croustillantes et bien amenées

#the memoirs of lady trent #lady trent #a natural history of dragons #memoirs of lady trent #marie brennan #books #book series #book reviews #booklr #booklr community #book recs #book recommendations

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nelapanela94 · 9 months

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It is not of him to drown his sorrows in wine and rum, for the ethanol to teem his veins and cloud his mind. But tonight, it is the only way to cope with the thorns bleeding his heart. He waited until midnight for the building to be sober in slumber, for silence to lurk in every corridor and hall. The oil burns slowly, the dancing fire highlights his cheekbones and nose. The dark night of his pupils extinguished the bluish gray of his irises. His chin is perched in the hammock woven by his fingers, and two empty bottles flank his favorite mug.

The one that Isabel got him for his last birthday, the one with the doodles of him and her carved at the bottom. What’s the point of all this crap to live in the surface when he couldn’t protect them? One by one, they’re snatched away.

The door to the kitchen opens with a screech. His eyes flick from the wall to the door back to the wall.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” you utter your words softly like the summer breeze caressing his skin, but externally, he doesn’t flinch. You make your way across the kitchen with a tumbler in hand, looking down at the whorls on the wood, fiddling with the pendant of your necklace. Water gurgles, then something wrought in metal thuds against the countertop. “Are you ok?” You wipe your lips with the sleeve of your nightgown.

“Leave me alone,” he growls. “Just… go back to your room, it's not safe for you to be wandering around alone.”

A smile quirks up the corners of your lips. “Thanks for worrying about me, Levi.” The remains of water glint at the bottom of your mug. Your eyes soften, compassion twisting your lips. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Levi closes his eyes and breaths in, the pressure in his chest making his shell crumble.

“Just fucking leave!” he barks this time. The coarse brambles of his voice bristling the tiny hairs on your arms.

“Good night, then.” You spin around, drops of water sprinkling the floor as you pad to the door.

“Y/N, wait.” Your hand is caught on the knob, and you look back over your shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“You’re mad and hurt, Levi. You need to vent not to lock it in.” You plod to the table where he’s sitting at, place the tumbler at the edge and wrap him in your arms. You smell nice, sweet like cherries, that’s the first thing his brain processes before he falls apart in your warmth. Beads of tears clump in his eyelashes, some roll down his face. And he clings onto you, finding refuge amid the debris.

“It’s ok to cry, Levi.” You coo, stroke his hair, inhale the scent of his clothes. “You don't always have to be the strongest.”

#Levi ackerman #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman/reader #levi ackerman/you #Levi ackerman attack on titan #levi aot #levi attack on titan #aot #attack on titan #snk #snk levi #aot Levi #Levi ackerman fic #Levi ackerman x y/n #Levi x you #Levi x reader

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shinobi-bacon · 1 year

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Full List of Transparent Villager Gifs!

I decided to make a tacky list of all the villagers I've made gif sets for, in alphabetical order! This list will get updated as I continue to complete these requests!

Alfonso

Anabelle

Ankha

Antonio

Apollo

Avery

Bangle

Beardo

Beau

Blathers/Celeste

Bluebear

Bob

Bob/Punchy

Bones

Bud

Butch

Caroline

Cesar

Cherry

Chief

Chrissy

Coco

Cranston

Curt

Deena

Dobie

Dom

Drift

Erik

Étoile

Eugene

Filbert

Flora

Goldie

Hans

Isabelle (April Fool's Day)

Jeremiah

Jingle

Joey

Julian

Kabuki

Katt

Keaton

Ketchup

Kid Cat

Kidd

Kiki

Kyle

Leif

Lily

Lionel

Lolly

Lucky

Lyman

Margie

Marshal

Melba

Merengue

Merry

Moe

Molly

Olaf

Olivia

Pate

Pekoe/Snake

Pietro

Pinky

Pippy

Poppy

Punchy

Purrl

Raymond

Reese/Cyrus

Roald

Rosie

Roswell

Rowan

Ruby

Rudy

Sable Able

Sasha

Sheldon

Sherb

Shino

Skye

Snake

Sprinkle

Stella

Stitches

Tabby

Tangy

Teddy

Vesta

Vivian

Walt

Wart Jr

Whitney

Wisp

Wolfgang

Zipper

#GOOD LORD HOW MANY OF THESE DID I MAKE?!#I BARELY REMEMBER SOME OF THESE GOING THROUGH MY ARCHIVE #animal crossing #new horizons #animal crossing new horizons #acnh #acnh transparent

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phaedraismyusername · 8 months

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It's September and we're in a heatwave so instead of choosing violence here's some oppressive summer gothics to match the abysmal autumn vibes

The criteria - they have to be hot and humid, they have to be gothic in nature, dark in content, and they have to at least flirt with the paranormal

Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo

This follows Andrew as he moves to a college across the country to step into his dead best friend Eddie's old life as he desperately tries to prove that he must've been murdered. Haunted, both figuratively and literally, angry and grieving, Andrew sets off on a path that leads him to question everything he ever thought he knew about himself and their history together as he fights to accept who he is, who Eddie was, and maybe tries to learn how to live without him. Fast-paced, dark, and super gay.

Water Shall Refuse Them by Lucie McKnight Hardy

After the death of her little sister, teenager Nif and her family move to rural Wales for the summer in an attempt to escape their grief. Set in the 1970s during a heatwave the isolation and oppressive weather quickly start to take their toll. With an emotionally absent mother, a father with a wandering eye and a needy younger brother, Nif becomes convinced she's stumbled across her own kind of magic, before catching the attention of the strange boy across the street. Think Shirley Jackson, definitely not YA.

Dark and Shallow Lies by Ginny Myers Sain

Now, this is YA. We follow 17 year old Grey as she returns back to her tiny hometown in the Louisiana Bayou for the summer 6 months after her best friends mysterious disappearance. In a town that claims to be the 'psychic capitol of the world', someone must know something, right? Full of secrets, lies, and a boy who steps out of the forest with storm-bright eyes, this was a quick and twisty atmospheric read.

The Hacienda by Isabel Canas

When political upheaval gets her father executed and his family is left in shame and destitution, Beatriz decides she'll do whatever it takes to find security in her life again. When a handsome Don proposes, Beatriz jumps at the chance to accept and move out to his countryside estate with big plans for the future, but it doesn't take long before she's spending her nights terrorised by a mysterious entity inside her new home, forcing her to seek help from the strangest of places. The imagery is creepy, the tone is tense, there's a hot priest, what more do you want?

Cold Moon Over Babylon by Michael McDowell

Probably the darkest book on this list, and definitely the oldest. When a young girl is brutally murdered within sight of her home, it starts a chain of events that will see a family destroyed, secrets and lies exposed, and a vengeful creature that looks almost human to rise from the river as the town that surrounds it starts to crumble. The people are unlikeable, the book is old, the content is Dark - you've been warned.

Ghost Wood Song by Erica Waters

Also YA but this time for the bisexuals. Shady Grove can call ghosts from the grave with her music, just like her daddy could, but everyone knows that only trouble comes from playing for the dead. When her brother is accused of murder, Shady decides to embrace her birthright and use any power she can to clear his name. It's sweet, it's sad, it's lyrical, and there's a little bi love triangle sprinkled in to sweeten the sorrows. It's also a debut!

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Addicted to you - Chp.1

Pairing: Minchan (mention of Changlix | ot8)

Word Count: 4580

Summary: Minho and Chan are very good friends, with nothing but friendly admiration between them. At least, that's what they both fail at pretending to. The most simple acts of kindness seem to draw them in deeper without the other one knowing...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, cuddles, teasing, yearning, nosebleeds, mention of sleeping pills/insomnia, chan reminds minho he's loved, minho reminds chan he's amazing

A/N: Welcome to the beginning of this angsty, fluffy, smut-sprinkled Minchan series😂 This series will be about 21 chapters long, posted every Tuesday from now on. I hope you'll enjoy the ups and downs along the way🤭~ Moon🌙

Chp. 2

My heart's racin' now, I just can't take a breath I'm catching you starin' again I swear all this shit isn't just in my head I know that we're more than friends more than friends - Isabel LaRosa

Something about Chan had always felt safe for Minho. Maybe it was because Chan was the only one older than him in the group. Perhaps it was because Chan was always there when he needed him, and he didn’t have to ask. Chan was good at picking up on tiny signals and habits Minho displayed too quickly for his taste.

Being the two oldest of eight has allowed a beautiful friendship to blossom, especially since Minho was their main dancer and often had to work hand in hand with Chan as the leader. The other members enjoyed how Chan adored Minho quite openly and how the younger one pretended not to like it. In fact, Minho loved the attention he gave him. He loved being hugged, picked up, and carried on stage. He also secretly loved being praised by Chan. Minho learned much about himself while working with the older male.

He adored his older friend to pieces, and sometimes, he was afraid of how much he meant to him truly. Who could blame him, though? He made Minho laugh more times than he could count. He loved him for being so hardworking for their team. Chan had a kind heart, always putting his members first, and Minho was there to remind him sometimes to take a step back and take care of himself.

Over time, Minho started to appreciate how beautiful Chan was, both inside and out. He caught himself staring at the man, wondering if his curls would be as soft to the touch as they looked. He remembered how his brown orbs would light up at a passing joke, Minho’s heart fluttering when he made those sweet dimples appear. Minho marveled at his strong physique, and thoughts of him stripped down to his boxers and the softness of his skin invaded his mind more often than he’ll admit.

For a time, Minho found comfort in Felix, who had been hopelessly in love with Changbin at this point. The pair fought their loneliness and starvation for physical touch together in secret, longing for people who knew nothing of their affections. Once Changbin and Felix became a thing, also in secret, Minho found himself all alone again and it only made him long for Chan more. Felix never failed to be there for him though and became one of his closest friends.

Chan had always found comfort in Minho when there seemed to be nothing else that could help. Being the second-oldest, Min felt like the only one who understood his responsibility of taking care of the kids. Minho had his ways of taking care of Chan when it was necessary. He always reminded him to take a break, eat something, and has picked him up from the company when he stayed too late. To Chan, Minho was the rock in their friendship between their busy lives schedules, keeping him going most days.

The eldest admired Minho’s mental strength, his sarcasm, and his ability to find something funny in every situation. He loved being able to delegate responsibilities over from time to time, knowing he could trust him with it. As they spent more time together, Chan realized how soft and vulnerable Minho was behind all those walls he built up to protect himself. Deep down, Minho was by far the cutest to him among his members.

Minho managed to make Chan laugh when no one else could and never failed to cheer him up. Chan yearned for being taken care of, and Min never disappointed. Sometimes, he caught himself looking at his younger friend a little too long. His eyes would wander over his handsome face, admiring the long lashes, big brown eyes, and very kissable lips. Chan often found himself stunned watching him dance, his body control was unmatched to any other dancer he’s seen before. Whenever Chan praised him, Minho got so shy it made his heart skip a beat. Only quite recently, Chan had poured his heart out to Felix about his developing feeling and didn’t think Min would even consider him in that light in the first place. As the drinks kept coming, so did Chan’s openness about the dilemma and Felix listened patiently. Neither Minho nor Chan knew that Felix knew the truth about how both men felt towards the other. In Felix’s eyes, the unspoken feelings and tension would eventually sort itself out. Besides, he enjoyed watching the back-and-forth between the two much more to spoil the surprise now.

It was a day like every other as Minho warmed up in the practice room, preparing himself for practice later. He went for a walk after a quick breakfast this morning, so he had not seen his group just yet. Chan and Changbin had been to the gym at the same time, and the rest had still been asleep. He leaned forward with a soft groan as his neck cracked at the movement, but a smile began setting on his lips when someone suddenly wrapped their arms around him from behind. Luckily, he already knew who the arms belonged to. “Morning, Chan hyung,” he chuckled and sat up straight, letting Chan pull him against his chest and rest his head on top of his.

Chan smiled at the greeting. “We missed you at breakfast,” he spoke, squeezing him gently.

Minho giggled and placed his hand on his arm, patting it softly. “I doubt that, I left a note.” He looked forward into the mirror, locking eyes with the older man.

“Leaving a note doesn’t make up for not being there,” Chan rolls his eyes and immediately brings them back to Minho's reflection.

“Oh come on, it’s not like you never had breakfast without me before,” he laughed, and Chan let go of him, sliding to sit beside him. Chan started stretching as well before sitting up straight and glancing at him. Minho felt Chan’s eyes on him and looked at him amused, searching his brown orbs as they rested on him observantly. “What?” he asked.

“Nothing. I just haven’t told you ‘I love you’ yet today.” he said.

“You know you don’t have to do that every morning,” he told him gently. It wasn’t making things easier to hear those words, knowing he didn’t mean it the way he wanted him to.

Chan smiled softly and shook his head at him. “I love you, Min,” he said and swallowed at the thought of Minho knowing he meant it. “You’re amazing, and I’ll tell you that until you believe it.”

“I believe you,” he frowned softly and turned his head slightly, unable to hide the slight blush rising to his cheeks.

Chan gently poked his chest. “Until you honestly believe that you are amazing just the way you are,” he told him.

Minho huffed softly. “Mhm, if you say so,” he nodded.

But Chan, not pleased with his response, frowned. “You don’t even believe it when someone tells you how talented and beautiful you are? You sound delusional.”

“That’s hardly comparable,” he shook his head. “You don’t love yourself, but you’re trying to show me how to do so?” he asked, and Chan smiled guiltily. “Why don’t you take your own advice?”

“Minho,” Chan sighed softly, shaking his head. “I’m doing pretty well for myself.”

“Don’t lie,” he said, and the natural glint in Chan’s eyes flashed to sorrow, but only for a second. Minho bit his lip softly, remorseful, and held his hand. “What I meant is that you should take care of yourself more. When was the last time you were proud of your accomplishments? Or looked in the mirror and felt like you looked amazing?”

Chan’s eyes flickered to Minho’s, insecurity dancing on his pupils, and he let go of Minho’s hand to hide his face in his hands. “I don’t even know,” he groaned.

Minho hummed gently and reached out for him, pulling his hands away. “Look at me, Chan hyung.” He waited until Chan did and smiled gently. “Stays are right, you know. You are handsome, kind, and very talented…and I’m very proud of you.”

Chan squirmed softly, a light blush creeping up his neck and ears. “Min.”

“Just take the damn compliment,” he groaned playfully.

“You’re one to speak,” he protested, and Minho laughed as Chan tackled him onto the ground. They struggled for a moment on the floor, one trying to dominate the other, until Minho wrapped his legs around his waist and flipped them over. Surprised, Chan blinked up at him as Minho grinned succeedingly and leaned down to him. “Okay, I’ll give you that one.”

Minho giggled happily, but his breath caught in his throat as their eyes met. The pair were lost in each other’s eyes, and suddenly, the atmosphere between them…changed. “Chan, I l-,” Minho started to speak, but stopped himself, quickly averting his eyes from the older man.

But Chan squeezed his hip, causing Minho to look back into his eyes. “You were saying?” he asked gently, swallowing softly at the sudden hesitation in Minho’s eyes.

Minho squinted his eyes at him for a moment, trying to fight the fuzzy feeling in his stomach. But he cleared his throat anyway, and parted his lips to speak.“I always wanted to tell you that I lov-.”

“What the hell are you two doing?” Jisung’s voice cut through the silence, and Minho flinched on top of Chan, his eyes immediately finding him and glaring. He ruined the moment. Chan turned his head, and his ears burned up as he also noticed the rest of the group staring at them on the floor.

“He was talking shit,” Minho defended himself.

“So talking shit is how to get you to straddle my lap?” Hyunjin asked with a grin, and Minho’s jaw dropped.

“Hey!” Changbin protested, covering Jeongin’s ears, who simply rolled his eyes.

“You guys are late,” Chan told them firmly, gently shoving Minho off his body and sitting up.

“You guys seem busy enough without us.” Seungmin shrugged.

“I told you to be on time. It’s not nice to keep Min waiting for rehearsals,” he spoke back.

“He didn’t seem to mind,” Felix said, and Minho scowled at him quietly as he pushed himself up to stand.

"Seriously you guys. We said we would start at nine, and it's almost half past," he scolded them, which seemed to work as they all mumbled an apology. He offered Chan his hand and pulled him up, shortly meeting his eyes. "On your command, hyung," he smirked at him.

Chan playfully rolled his eyes. "Alright listen up everyone, we have two hours to get this right. I want you to focus and follow Minho's instructions."

"Yes, sir," Jeongin grinned.

Minho took his place in the front and talked them through the steps, demonstrating in the mirror. Chan followed along, but couldn't help wondering what Minho wanted to say. Was it bad? Was he about to confess? It got harder to focus once Minho stepped behind them to observe them with his own eyes and not through the mirror. He watched carefully as his groupmates danced, but Chan couldn’t focus and needed to clear his head.

Suddenly, Chan leaned his head back with a sigh and left the room without another word. They all watched him leave, concern coating their features, but continued on. After a few minutes, he returned and took his place as if nothing had happened. The group ran through the choreography once more. Minho then turned on the music and showed them the normal speed before doing it with them. He corrected a few things, helping his friends to reach a satisfying result. "Alright, let's do this with music a few times to get in sync."

They started the dance all together, but Chan wasn’t in the moment. The only thing he could think about was Minho. He grumbled quietly and once again left the room, frustration shown on his face. Minho frowned worriedly and glanced at his watch. They continued rehearsing before Minho stopped the music. "I think that's alright for today. You guys can go change, I'll check on Chan."

He didn't wait for them to agree and opened the door to their dressing room, frowning softly seeing Chan stand at the sink. He walked further into the room, "Are you okay?" he asked gently.

"Not really," Chan confessed and looked over at him while moving his hands from his nose. There was blood on his hands, some was smeared around his nose, and it dripped down to his lips.

Minho sighed softly and grabbed him by his shoulders, guiding him to sit down on a bench. He ignored the others' voices growing closer as they eventually joined them and focused on Chan, who told them to continue doing what they were already doing. Minho held his towel beneath the cold water and wrung it out. "Careful, it's cold," he warned him before putting it against the back of his neck. Chan leaned back his head as another bit of blood dripped down his lips. Minho cupped his face and pulled him back. "Don't do that; you'll choke on your own blood."

"Sorry," he mumbled, and Minho just shook his head, signaling it was fine.

"Does anything else hurt, or is it just a nosebleed?" he asked while examining the rest of his body closely.

"I'm fine besides this," Chan told him with a sigh.

"Breathe through your mouth," Minho told him before pinching his nose closed and glancing at his watch. "Ten minutes, then we'll check if you're still bleeding." Chan nodded, trusting him. Minho sighed softly and searched his eyes for a moment. "That's the third time this month, Channie hyung."

"I know," he said, cringing at the sound of his voice.

"It's also the third time I'm asking you to slow down," he said, tilting his head at him. "This is clearly because of stress," he said, a small smile tugging on his lips at Chan's guilty look.

"Don't look at me like that," he chuckled softly, adoringly. Minho gently brushed his hair back with his free hand, and Chan seemed to lean into the touch as much as he could. He smiled a little and started running his hand through his hair, soothing him. After another few minutes, he carefully let go of his nose and watched him for a moment. "Please tell me it’s over?"

"I hope so," Chan laughed and contorted his face as he spotted the blood on his hand.

Minho took the towel before grabbing his hand and cleaning it for him. He moved the towel up to his face, gently wiping away the remains. Chan winced a little as he wiped with a little more force on a spot of dried blood and pulled back. "Stay still, Channie."

"Listen to mum," Seungmin smirked.

"Our little mum," Jeongin said fondly.

Minho turned to look at them and noticed all the others were still watching them intently. "And what exactly are you waiting for, huh?"

"Our hyungs?" Changbin suggested.

"You need to start preparing lunch," Chan told them, sending a playful glare to their audience.

"But we need you to-," he started.

"Yes, I'll be right there to peel the eggs," Chan nodded.

"Minho hyung?" Hyunjin asked.

"Give us five minutes, I'll meet you all there to cook soon," Minho promised, and they all left relieved. "I meant what I said. You're on break today."

"Min, I have to finish-," Chan started but shut his mouth once his eyes met Minho's firm expression.

"You have a day off tomorrow and you'll probably be working anyway. It can wait until then, okay?" he asked gently, putting aside the towel once his face was clean. "You know this tends to happen when you're stressed."

Chan gave in with a sigh and suddenly leaned forward, burying his face in Minho's chest. "I might be a little tired," he admitted.

Minho smiled fondly and ran his hand through his hair again. "Rough night?"

"I got two hours of sleep," he confessed.

"You should take a nap then," he nodded and rubbed his back gently.

"Join me?" he asked and looked up at him. "I sleep better with cuddles," he added innocently, a pout adorning his beautiful lips..

Minho giggled and rolled his eyes at him. "Fine, only because it's you."

Chan beamed at him happily and sighed softly before getting up. He glanced at Minho for a moment until the younger one raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Thank you."

"It's nothing," he waved him off, but Chan shook his head.

"No it’s not just nothing. I know this sounds stupid, but it's nice to have someone looking out for me," he told him, and Minho gave him a gentle smile.

"Since you're the oldest, someone has to do it," he chuckled and patted his shoulder.

Chan smiled and nodded at his words. "Let's go before they burn down the house."

They made their way upstairs, and Chan sat at the kitchen island, peeling the eggs right away. Minho organized the rest by setting the table and helping with the last lunch preparations. Chan watched him with a fond smile as he prepared the chicken and patiently explained the process to Felix, Changbin, and Hyunjin, who seemed terrified of touching the raw chicken. He loved seeing how much their younger friends adored Minho, hoping he could see it as well. Minho eventually sent them all off, telling them to relax until lunch was done. Chan got up and stood next to him as he finished preparing the chicken for the oven. He hesitantly reached out and brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen into Minho’s face. Minho froze and looked at him for a short moment before his eyes flickered back at his work. "Need any help?" he asked quietly.

"I told you to rest, Channie hyung," he said gently and turned to check the oven temperature.

"And let you do all the work? That won’t end well with the others, huh?" he asked teasingly, and Minho chuckled.

"Fine, you can open the oven door for me." he smirked, and Chan did as he said, watching him putting the chicken inside. Minho checked his watch before washing his hands. "We'll have to wait for a little while for that to cook."

"Okay," he nodded and smirked as Minho opened one of the cabinets above his head. How was he so quick to start another task? "What are you doing?"

"I promised the boys I would make cookies," he told him, and Chan shook his head with a chuckle, stepping behind him. Minho gently closed the door again as Chan wrapped his arms around him and pulled him flush against his body. He swallowed hard and hoped Chan wouldn't notice his heartbeat fastening.

"Taking breaks is important for you too, you know," he said next to his ear and rested his head on his shoulder.

Minho laughed weakly and allowed himself to relax into his touch. He knew Chan was cuddly; there wasn't more to it than that. Still, it felt nice being held like this, and he wondered if it would feel any different being more than friends with Chan. Would he hold him differently? "Fine, I'll stop." he told him, and Chan hummed, satisfied. Chan leaned back against the kitchen island with him, gently rocking him in his arms. Minho placed his hands on his arms and glanced at the others, sitting on the sofa and watching tv. Sometimes, he wondered what they'd think seeing Chan and him being affectionate in front of them. "Do you think you'll be able to sleep later?" he asked quietly, knowing Chan didn't talk about his insomnia with the others that much, not wanting to worry them.

"I really hope so," he told him. His breath hitched as Minho mindlessly traced his finger along a vein on his hand. He could only hope that Minho didn't notice how his body tensed with him being so close.

"I guess we'll find out later," he nodded before gently patting his arms and crouching down in front of the oven, opening it up. He started pouring some of the sauce over the chicken with a spoon and chuckled at Chan's puzzled look. "That way, it won't get dry," he explained.

"Oh, makes sense," he nodded and swallowed softly. Minho knowing things he didn't or being in full control in certain instances kind of made Chan fall for him even more. "We should hang out more often."

"What?" he asked amused, and stood up, leaning against the counter opposite him. "We live in the same house, I think we see each other quite often."

"No, I meant…like just us two," he told him with an almost shy smile.

"Why?" Minho frowned softly. Seeing Chan's smile falter a little made him quickly shake his head. "It's not that I wouldn't like that. I just…is there a special reason for it?" He fumbled over his words, trying to find the right ones.

Chan shook his head. "Not really. I just like spending time with you."

"Oh," he nodded, blinking softly. "Is there something specific you'd like to do?"

"I mean, we could watch a movie, have a drink..or just talk?" he asked, heart fluttering as a beautiful shy smile covered Minho's face.

"Sure, let's do that," he nodded and glanced at his watch again. "Can you get the kids? Lunch will be done in a minute."

"Okay," Chan nodded and walked over to the boys, letting them know it was time to eat.

After lunch, Minho started collecting their plates until Chan stopped him. "Min, you already made lunch. Let someone else take care of the rest."

"It's okay," he told him and laughed as Changbin appeared next to him, easing the plates from his hands.

"I'll do it, hyung," he told him, and Minho smiled thankfully.

"Thank you," he said sweetly, and Changbin grinned at him.

A little later, Minho was back in his room, lying in bed and reading a book. He had nothing else to do for the rest of the day and decided to relax. He left the door open so his friends knew where to find him, and not much later, Chan gently knocked at the door frame.

Minho looked up and smiled sympathetically at his friend’s tired expression. "Come here," he said, patting the mattress and pulling back the blanket.

Chan walked over and tiredly rubbed his face. "I can't sleep," he groaned and climbed into bed.

"You took a pill?" he asked gently, and Chan shook his head.

"Then I probably won't sleep tonight," he told him and huffed softly.

Minho spread his legs and told him to move between them. Chan did as he said and rested his head on his chest. Minho gently pulled back the hood of his sweater and ran his hand through Chan's messy curls. He really loved moments like this when Chan was vulnerable and clingy when they were alone together. Minho smiled as Chan hummed softly and leaned into the touch, cuddling up against him. "Feeling comfy?" he asked, and Chan hummed agreeing.

"What if I fall asleep?" he asked.

"I thought that was the plan?" he gave back confused.

"I drool sometimes when I go into a deep sleep," Chan admitted, face hot with the blush creeping up his neck.

Minho giggled softly and rolled his eyes. "It’s alright, I promise."

"Are you sure?" he asked timidly.

"I wouldn't say so if I weren't okay with it." he reminded him, and Chan chuckled. "Now try and get some sleep, you deserve it."

Chan closed his eyes and listened to Minho's steady heartbeat. His chest moved with every inhale and exhale, slowly rocking him into a sleepy state. The continued soothing massage on his scalp drew him in deeper as Minho continued playing with his hair. Occasionally, the rustling of paper was heard when Minho turned a page in his book. He was growing tired, but felt safe and comfortable enough in his arms to let go.

When Chan was sound asleep, Minho put his book down. He stared down at him, stunned by how soft he looked in his sleep. Minho hesitantly brushed back a loose curl before tracing his fingers down his cheek. Chan was so beautiful like this, and as much as he loved having him here, it hurt knowing that Chan's heart wasn't something he could have.

"Minho hyung, can we-," Felix suddenly asked loudly as he stepped into his room.

"Shh," Minho stared at him with wide eyes, and Felix looked back in shock, spotting Chan.

"Sorry," he whispered before taking in the sight for a moment. "You two look cute together."

"Shut up," Minho told him.

Felix held back a laugh. "I mean it."

"Don't you have a boyfriend to attend to?" Minho teased him.

"Fine, I'm leaving." he grinned. "I'll come back later."

"Okay," he nodded, agreeing.

When Felix went to let the two know dinner was ready, Minho and Chan were cuddled up and asleep. The blanket only partly covered their bodies, their legs were intertwined. By now, Minho was in Chan's arms, face buried in his chest. Felix smiled happily before covering them with the blanket properly and quietly closing Minho's door on the way out.

Chan woke up later on, and looking down, he noticed Minho in his arms. His heart skipped a beat, seeing him cuddled up against him so peacefully. He gently fondled his hair, and Minho stirred in his sleep. "Min?" he asked softly.

"Huh?" he asked drowsily.

"I think we should join the kids for dinner," he said and giggled at the tiny protest leaving his lips. "Come on, Felix said he'd make your favorite."

"Ugh, fine," he groaned before rolling onto his back, away from him. He sleepily rubbed his eyes and sat up with a huff. He looked at Chan with a pout and fought to keep his eyes open.

To Chan, this was the most adorable thing he had seen in a while. "You're so cute," he told him honestly.

"Shut up," he said with a slight grin.

Chan took his hand in the hallway, noticing Minho still walking a little slowly. He walked him down the stairs and ignored the teasing comments from their friends. Sitting down with Minho, Felix handed him two plates. Chan looked at Minho and noticed his hair was a mess from sleeping. He gently reached out and fixed his hair for him.

"Thanks, hyung," Minho told him softly and started eating.

"You two looked quite comfy," Seungmin told them, and Chan didn't quite know how to respond.

"Jealous?" Minho gave back smoothly.

"Maybe a little," Seungmin grinned. "I've never seen anyone getting cuddles like that from you before."

"Maybe you're blind," Minho told him.

"He has a point," Hyunjin added.

“Yeah, definitely,” Jisung nodded, grinning.

"Next time close the door. Clearly we're sharing this house with a bunch of stalkers," he told Chan with a sigh, making him giggle.

"Alright." Chan nodded at him.

“Why? You wanna kiss each other in peace?” Jeongin asked and started laughing at Minho’s shocked face.

“Maybe,” Chan shrugged, making everyone go silent at the table. Minho stared at him with wide eyes, and Chan smirked at the silence. “You hear that, Min? That’s all it takes to make them shut up for once,” he grinned, and Minho laughed weakly, quickly focusing on his food again.

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