#but seeing them flourish is heartwarming in a way

[demonic-silver-and-gold]

Judging by all the random assortment of fandoms, items, characters, and clothes that have been coming back from the aether it really does feel like the universe is giving me a chance to experience being a teenager when the first time wasn’t Great

[aylish91]

New chapter incoming!!

Sea Of Hope Chapter 8

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While Axe checked you over, Edge grabbed Red by the back of the neck and stormed down the main hatch, loudly yelling at the rest of the crew to mind their own business as they scurried out of his way. For the most part, Red's protests went unheard as he was dragged down the steep steps. Blue, on the other hand, had hesitantly approached Papyrus, whispering something before they too turned and headed past the hatch, disappearing through a pair of doors into the upper levels of the ship. 

The clearing of a throat had you tensing and pressing closer to Axe. Black had once again gotten closer than you were comfortable with, standing only a couple paces away. “AS HEARTWARMING AS THIS IS, IT IS QUICKLY BECOMING LATE AND THE LADY STILL NEEDS ADEQUATE DRESS. MY BROTHER’S COAT IS HARDLY A FITTING SUBSTITUTE.”  

Rus chuckled beside him. However, when he made to comment, a look from Black had him looking down instead. 

Axe narrowed his sockets. “Don’t know where you’re planning on get’n somethin. Ain’t exactly swimmin in extras and you’ve refused to mend mine so I could give it to her.”  

Black scoffed. “YOU FAILED TO MENTION IT WAS FOR YOUR MARKED. YOU HAVE ALSO YET TO COMPLETE THE TASK I ASKED OF YOU. I DID NOT SEE THE POINT IN TURNING IN YOUR FAVOR WHEN MY OWN HAD BEEN UNMET.” 

“Been busy.” 

“AS WE’VE ALL.” 

Something shifted in the air, both of their eyelights brightening. Rus glared, moving closer to his brother. It took Crooks placing a hand on Axe’s shoulder for the two to back down. 

“Petty bastard.” 

“WHEN IT SUITS ME.” With a flourish of a hand and a half step back, he indicated the direction of the doors, continuing to meet Axe’s gaze. “NOW, I BELIEVE WE SHOULD ATTEMPT TO FIND SOMETHING MORE SUITABLE UNTIL NEXT WE MAKE PORT. SURELY YOU CAN AGREE IT WOULD BE IN EVERYONE’S BEST INTEREST.”  

“Fine, but we’re not leadin’.” You could hear the creak of Axe’s teeth. 

“OF COURSE.” With a tight turn, Black nodded, marching forward with Rus trailing behind with a wink. "AS YOU WISH." 

Axe refused to move at first, tugging his empty socket and prompting a sighing Crooks to nudge you both. "I Know You Don’t Like Him, But He Is Fair.” 

“Bastard never does anything fer free.” 

“And Yet, He Has A Point.”  

Neither you nor Axe was reassured but allowed him to guide you forward regardless. Crewmen brave enough to linger eyed your group with various degrees of emotion. When a dog monster growled, another was quick to slap the back of their head, nervously hunching at a glare from both of your skeleton friends. You tried not to show your fear or your growing limp as you passed, hoping Rus' long coat hid what you couldn’t. It didn't seem like a good idea to show weakness around others. The watchful eyes and aggressive postures spoke volumes to your already heightened nerves. Entering the ship did nothing to ease your discomfort.  

It felt cramped and pressing despite having more than enough space and light. Unlike the previous ship, several lanterns lit the expanse leaving no ominous shadows or darkened areas. You could easily see all the doors lining the walls as well as the beautifully carved and decorated windowed doors marking the end of the hall. Rus waited near the last door on the left.  

It was calm and warm, but you couldn’t shake off the feelings of danger. 

“Ya c’n go inside Darlin. Milord’s wait’n.” Rus stood to the side, motioning you inside the now open door. 

You looked to your companions. While Axe kept his eyelight on Rus, Crooks’ soft smile and nod gave you enough of a boost to cautiously cross the threshold. It smelled of lavender tinted with something you couldn’t quite place, the overall size relatively small. What looked like a narrow modified canopy bed connected to the wall was on your right. In front of you, under a single window, was a rather lovely desk intricately carved with polished knobs. To your immediate left was an open decorative chest shoved in the corner. Everything was of exquisite taste and quality, from the bedding and carvings on the furniture to the upholstery on the chair at the desk. The few trinkets left out were of fine gold or silver with glistening jewels. 

You jumped when the door closed behind you. Axe nor Crooks had made it inside. It had your stomach rolling with nerves. You did not anticipate having the others closed out. Having Black now between you and the only exit made it worse. His eyelights were too bright. 

Didn’t Rus call him a lord...? 

Your chest tightened at his approach, making sure to lower your gaze. 

“TRUE TO MY WORD, THAT HORROR’S GARMENT HAS BEEN MENDED. HAD I KNOWN IT WAS FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS, I NEVER WOULD HAVE HELD ONTO IT.” In his hands was a large linen shirt, neatly folded and dark in color. Holding it out, he offered it to you. “PUT IT ON. I WILL ADJUST IT AS NEEDED AFTER.” 

You froze, intently focusing on the simple article of cloth. Was he expecting you to do it here and now? In front of him? Wasn’t it bad enough you were laid bare in front of all those on the deck, or stars, when you pressed yourself against Blue? At least Axe had good reason to see you. Multiple! To willingly undress now in the presence of a man other than your husband...  

By the angel, what would Axe think of all this? 

Black must have noticed your silent panicked uncertainty when you didn’t immediately take it. Clearing his throat, something in his tone changed. “I SHALL, OF COURSE, REFRAIN FROM LOOKING WHILE YOU DO SO. YOU MAY LEAVE MY BROTHER’S COAT ON THE CHAIR WHEN YOU ARE READY.” 

It was hard not to squirm. While that was greatly appreciated, it still felt uncomfortable. Could you trust his word? You hardly knew the man. Perhaps things may have felt different if the room wasn’t quite so stifling or the door hadn’t been shut so suddenly. 

Luckily, heavy thumps in the hall distracted Black enough for him to hand you the garment himself, squinting at the door behind him. He was just about to speak again when another set of thumps sounded, this time shaking the door. Growling, he finally turned when the muffled voices following the noise got angrier. 

You really didn’t want to do this right now. Not here. Not with all the uncertainties surrounding you.  

Taking a slow breath in, you let it out. The sooner you changed, the sooner you could be rid of these unsettling feelings. With unsteady fingers twitching against the fabric as you took one last glance at Black’s back. 

One more breath. 

The sound of your rattling bones was louder without the security of the coat. Placing it on the chair, you did your best to quickly dress.  

The feeling of fabric against your bones was surprisingly comforting as you pulled it over your head. True to Axe’s size, the shirt almost went to your knees. It was so large the fabric pooled on your much smaller frame and reminded you of the nightgowns you used to wear back at the manor. 

If only it wasn’t so short. 

Though your more private areas were covered, it was not good for a lady to show so much… leg. You tugged at the hem, the sleeves threatening to engulf your hands.  

“I’m dressed, my lord.” 

A calculated breath was your only answer before his eyelights found you, fuzzy with a slight warble. You had to second guess if you had seen them correctly, for the next moment they were back to their bright and sharp orbs. Getting closer, they traveled over you as he hummed, the heel of his boots clicking as he circled. If you had hair, it would have stood on end at the subtle brush of his hand against your back. 

“AS I EXPECTED.” 

You startled, yelping when he came around to lightly grip your hips. Instinctively, your hands came to your chest from the forwardness, sockets wide. He paid no mind, eyelights intent on the bunched fabric. He only let go to pull a satin rope from his pocket. 

You squeaked again when he reached around you to wrap it around your waist. 

“MUCH BETTER. HOWEVER," His gloved hands touched your elbows, slowly moving up your arms to grasp your hands for inspection. “YOUR MAGIC. IT IS MUCH TOO THIN…” He turned them over. “Hmmmmm. Knowing Him…” 

Your chest clenched. He was close enough you could feel his ambient heat and wisps of breath. 

Before Black could say or do anything else, his door nearly burst off its hinges, a very aggravated Axe forcing it open. Black pulled you into him with a snarl, eyelights vanishing with the click of his teeth. Stuck in a headlock was a disgruntled Rus, resigned to the hold around his neck. 

You didn’t know if you could physically handle any more stress.  

“BY THE ANGEL, YOU WILL REPLACE THAT LOCK IF YOU HAVE BROKEN IT!” 

Axe’s voice was low, grin tight as he took in the scene. “Don’t appreciate the closed door, Black. Hell ya think yer doin’ in here?” 

Black placed you behind him, grumbling a growl. “AS I STATED EARLIER, I HAVE GIVEN HER SOMETHING TO ADEQUATELY COVER HERSELF UNTIL WE CAN PROCURE SOMETHING MORE FITTING.”  

Axe narrowed his sockets at Black’s squared shoulders. For a split second, you could see the red orb of his eyelight flick over the man in front of you before it focused on you.  

“Sure that's all ya were doin’?” 

The fabric of Black’s gloves creaked. “IF YOU MUST KNOW, I WAS INSPECTING HER MAGIC FLOW. I’M NO EXPERT, BUT EVEN I CAN TELL IT’S RUNNING LOW. A MORE IMPORTANT QUESTION WOULD BE, WHY HAVEN’T YOU—” 

“I’ve been doin’ exactly what I need ta be. Don’t need ta explain myself either.” Rus stumbled into the room when Axe unceremoniously released him to motion to you. “Now, if yer done?” 

With a snarl, Black pointed a finger. “NOW SEE HERE YOU–” 

Instinctually, you reached out, stopping just before Black’s arm. “My lord, I!” You faltered at his abrupt attention, pulling back to dip your head in respect. “I thank you for your kindness, but I should return to my lord husband before any more misunderstandings occur.” 

His eyelights stuttered. “I, I BEG YOUR PARDON?” 

There was a beat of awkward silence before Axe broke into heavy laughter, the loudest and deepest you’ve heard from him. It was enough to warm your cheeks as he beckoned you out and away from the room. Black gaped, slack-jawed and sputtering as you passed. You were already being guided onto the deck by the time he was able to call out one last time from his doorway. 

“AXE! YOU WILL… THAT… YOU WILL EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” 

Axe only laughed harder, closing the doors behind you. 

The sun had mostly set by the time you stepped out into the humid sea air. You would have done anything in the past to be able to look up, out, and around but Axe was swift in guiding you down the main hatch. You didn’t want to linger longer than necessary anyway. 

You didn’t have Rus’s coat to hide under. 

You were grateful for the darkness once you were under. The lanterns were farther spread, some empty of light altogether. It helped ease your mind against the wandering eyes. Most gathered under the brightest lamps, playing cards at makeshift tables, drinking, and socializing while others lounged in hammocks hanging interspersed between the canons. While some watched you pass, Axe was surprisingly good at slipping through the darkest areas to avoid the unwanted attention.  

The closer you got to the front of the ship, the fewer people there were until you came upon barrels and crates stacked near and around an area quartered off by familiar heavy sheets. You could even recognize the stack you and Blue had hidden next to, the sheet on that side still halfway pulled down. Axe was kind enough to hold the flap for you to enter. 

Finally, you were able to relax the tension out of your shoulders and pained joints. You wanted to climb back into the hammock and rest your aching pelvis, maybe snuggle against Axe and his warmth. The way he moved about though had you gingerly sitting on his stool, setting it upright from where it had been knocked over. 

You wondered when that had occurred. What happened after you had been taken? 

... 

A quiet curse had you looking back at Axe as he re-fastened the makeshift wall. There were a few more rips in it than you remembered. If he had any sewing supplies, you would have to mend them. It was the least you could do as thanks. 

You let out a slow breath, peering down at your clenched fists. They were cold and stiff on your lap. Black had been interested in them. The lot of them had been interested in general, but he had seemed so focused. 

Your voice was soft, hesitant as you summoned the courage to speak. “Axe? I have so many questions, but I’m afraid… I don’t know if I’m allowed to ask.” 

Axe chuckled. “Don’t gotta be afraid with me, Dove. It’s good ta ask questions around here. The more ya know the better, good or bad. Don’t let anyone tell ya otherwise.” 

You picked at the hem of the shirt, smoothing it down as much as you could. “Is that true?" Axe simply grunted. Collecting yourself, you forced yourself to ask the questions burning your mind. "What is a Banthos? What does it mean to be one? And what did Black mean when he said my magic was too thin? I don’t have magic. I’m not… I’m not even a monster.” 

It was hard not to flinch when, from your peripherals, you saw him stop. His voice had become more serious but thankfully still soft.  

“The hell yer not. Listen, I don’t know what you’ve been told, where ya come from, or what ya been through. But you’re as much of a monster as the rest of us. You’re made of magic and hope just like me.” He came over to place your hand in his scarred one, taking a knee to look directly into your sockets. “We’re the same. Dust and all. It don’t matter about anything else. As fer your magic,” he rubbed his face with a frustrated sigh, “let me worry about that. Just know ya got it and I’m gonna make damn sure ta get it where it needs ta be.” 

You didn’t know what to say to that, but it sent a comforting feeling to your chest. He was always so warm. It reminded you of your mother.  

Nodding, you were about to ask about your first question when footsteps interrupted you. Axe stood, moving between you and the flap.  

“AXE, IT IS GETTING LATE. I HAVE TAKEN THE LIBERTY OF PREPARING SANS’ ROOM FOR THE LITTLE MISS. I HOPE YOU HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN.”  

Axe only slightly relaxed at the sound of Papyrus’ voice, not moving but calling out to the other skeleton. “I can take her when we’re ready. Just got a few–” he bristled when Papyrus entered and smiled down at you, hand twitching at his side –“more things ta take care of.” 

“AND WHAT MIGHT THAT BE SO I MAY HELP?” When Axe only grumbled, Papyrus took it upon himself to continue. “WELL, WHILE YOU FIGURE THINGS OUT, I SHALL MAKE SURE TO GET HER SAFELY TO HER NEW LODGINGS.” 

You both tensed. “Papyrus. Paps. At least let things settle before ya drag er away. You saw Sans. I don’t trust him.” 

Papyrus looked a little sheepish at the accusation. “I UNDERSTAND YOUR CONCERN, BUT I HAVE FAITH THAT THIS WILL WORK. I MYSELF WILL KEEP AN EYE ON THINGS IF I MUST. He Means Well. NOT THAT, THAT IS AN EXCUSE FOR HIS TERRIBLE BEHAVIOR.” He came forward to place a hand on Axe’s shoulder, humble and pleading. “WON’T YOU AT LEAST TRUST ME?” 

You couldn’t place the look that crossed Axe’s face from the question, the red orb of his eyelight quaking until his free hand brushed the edges of his empty socket. “That’s cheat’n…” There was a heaviness to the silence.  

When Axe’s shoulders sagged, Papyrus gave him back his space. “All WILL BE WELL. I’M SURE OF IT.” 

You were uncertain as to what you needed to do, but before you could stand, Axe nudged you back down. With the reluctance of a stubborn cat, he then went about gathering items he had deemed yours, going so far as draping his favored blanket over your shoulders. When all was said and done, you were left with a surprisingly intricate box full of puzzles, Axe’s blanket, and an affectionate nuzzle to your neck.  

It was with a heavy heart and a glowing face that you eventually followed Papyrus back out into the darkness. 

You did your best to keep up with his long strides, missing Axe’s purposely slowed gait. You could feel the grinding strain on your pelvis and lower joints with each step. You focused on the clack of your feet to keep your mind off the aching. Papyrus was already several steps ahead of you when he got to the steps.  

Blessedly, he turned to wait for you. 

It was embarrassing how out of breath you had become from such a short distance, especially when you knew you didn’t technically need to breathe. You were even more so when Papyrus cocked his head to look you over with a contemplative hum. 

His smile was kind. “MY APOLOGIES MISS. I KNEW YOU WERE IN ROUGH SHAPE, BUT I HADN’T REALIZED…” He glanced up the steps. “PERHAPS IT WOULD BE BETTER FOR ME TO HELP.” 

Without so much as a warning, he picked you up and draped you across both of his arms. You almost dropped your box, squeaking in surprise as he ascended to the deck. Your mind and tongue had stopped working from the suddenness. Though Axe had carried you once before and had moved you a few times, you didn’t quite know what to think of this stranger picking you up so nonchalantly. It was as if it was the most normal thing in the world for him, smile just as polite and kind as before. 

With him carrying you, it took little time to cross the rest of the way back through the double doors and down to the end of the hall. Standing in front of the windowed doors, you were only jostled a little when he turned the knob. He used his boot to kick it open the rest of the way with a bang, making you flinch when the glass shook precariously. 

You thought you saw a flash of blue, but when you looked, there was nothing there but a railed raised platform with an extravagant-looking bed, windows lining the entirety of the back wall. 

You shuddered. It smelled overwhelmingly of snow and cold rain. 

Scrunching his nasal ridge, Papyrus walked around a heavy round table with a scattering of papers and a lantern. Stepping onto the platform, he carefully set you down, turning to furiously rip the blankets off the bed to ball and fling them across the room with a fwump. 

“FORGIVE MY IDIOT OF A BROTHER. I WILL BE HAVING A TALK WITH HIM ABOUT APPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR LATER. FOR NOW, I’M AFRAID THIS WILL HAVE TO DO. AT LEAST THE BED IS EXCEPTIONALLY COMFORTABLE.” He put his hand down to pat the mattress. “IT IS A GIMBAL BED, MADE WITH LARGER MONSTERS IN MIND SO YOU WILL HAVE PLENTY OF SPACE AND WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE TIPPING OF THE SHIP.” 

When you didn’t move, he gently ushered you to sit before making his way to the windows. It was so dark now that the light from the lamp effectively turned them into mirrors. You were grateful, too afraid to look through them. To your relief, Papyrus closed the many curtains for each once. Once done, he gently took your box and stood at the end of the bed, bowing slightly from the waist. 

“I WOULD STAY TO HELP YOU SETTLE, BUT I UNFORTUNATELY HAVE OTHER DUTIES I NEED TO TAKE CARE OF AT THIS TIME. BUT DO NOT FEAR, I WILL MAKE SURE SOMEONE WILL BE BY IN THE MORNING TO BRING YOU SOME TEA AND BREAKFAST AND TO WELCOME YOU.” Walking away, he stopped to place your box on the table and extinguish the lantern. “SLEEP WELL MISS.”  

With a wave, he picked up the bundle of discarded blankets and walked out the door, closing it behind him. 

… 

It was frightening, alone in the dark.

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[maesfics]

LAZY MORNING — l.sm

pairing ; lee seokmin x fem!reader

↬ warnings ; established relationship, dk being clingy, fluff, DK BEING BF MATERIAL lmk if I forgot anything.

↬ ㅤㅤword count ; 1.2k

↬ synopsis ; 𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ you and your boyfriend share a lazy, romantic morning complete with pillow fights, a pancake competition, and cherished moments under the cherry blossoms, capturing it all in a perfect photo.

a/n ; Idea litch just came to mind and i think is so fitting for this man. tbh idk how i feel about this but i think this turned out okay?? | p.s. reblogs and feedback are extremely appreciated — i love to hear ur thoughts <3

if you want to request it's open! | inbox |

The first light of dawn had just begun to peek through the sheer curtains when the familiar melody of DK's voice filled the air, gentle but persistent. "Hey, wake up," he whispered, a playful lilt dancing in his tone. You groaned, burrowing deeper under the covers, only for them to be suddenly yanked away.

"Incoming!" DK announced, and before you could protest, a pillow struck softly against your side. Eyes snapping open, you grabbed a pillow of your own, and the quiet of the morning was quickly replaced by laughter and the muffled thumps of pillows.

The fight was less about winning and more about finding a thousand ways to make each other laugh. DK feinted to the left and you took the bait, ending up straddling him triumphantly. His eyes locked onto yours, a mischievous spark in them that matched your own. And then, as if pulled by an invisible thread, you both leaned in for a kiss, tender and lingering, a perfect contrast to the playful chaos moments before.

The kiss deepened, slowing time itself, before breaking into a series of smaller, softer ones—on the nose, the forehead, the laugh lines that only appeared when he was truly happy. Smiling, DK gently tugged you off him, his hands never leaving your waist as he guided you both towards the bathroom.

Amidst the steam and the smell of mint toothpaste, you stood side by side at the sink, brushing your teeth and sharing coy glances in the mirror. Every so often, DK would nudge you with his elbow, making you almost miss your mouth with the toothbrush, each little jab accompanied by a chuckle.

The domesticity of it was heartwarming, soothing in its simplicity. There was something incredibly intimate about performing such mundane tasks together, a silent declaration of trust and familiarity. And as you rinsed your mouths, the foamy water swirling down the drain, you realized these were the moments you cherished most—unremarkable to anyone else, but to you, they were everything.

After the shared laughter and playful nudges in the bathroom, the two of you moved to the heart of the home—the kitchen. The air was cooler here, away from the steam of the bathroom, and filled with the promise of a leisurely day ahead.

“Pancake challenge?” you proposed, already reaching for the flour and eggs. A competitive glint appeared in DK’s eyes, one that you had come to recognize and adore during your time together.

“You’re on,” he accepted, rolling up the sleeves of his comfortable, worn sweater. The kitchen became a battleground of sorts, with both of you determined to create the perfect pancake. He claimed one side of the counter, you the other, and so the Breakfast Beatdown commenced.

You both moved around the kitchen with an ease that spoke volumes of the mornings spent just like this one. He expertly flipped a pancake, catching it with a flourish that made you laugh. Not to be outdone, you attempted a flip that sent your pancake spinning, a bit off-center, but landing back in the pan nonetheless.

“Not bad,” DK appraised, his tone teasing but his smile genuine. “But let’s see if they taste as good as they look.”

You plated your creations, the golden-brown discs piled high and adorned with berries and a drizzle of syrup. Sitting down at the small kitchen table, the one with the mismatched chairs that somehow suited you both perfectly, you took your first bites.

The world outside didn’t matter in moments like these. It was just you, DK, and the quiet comfort of sharing a meal, the sweetness of the syrup somehow not as sweet as the company.

As you cleared the plates, a playful argument arose about who would wash and who would dry. It ended with a compromise—you would both wash, hands bumping and water splashing, turning even this simple chore into another opportunity for connection.

With the dishes done, it seemed only natural to continue the easy rhythm of the morning. DK pulled out his phone, a new idea already forming as he caught sight of the both of you in the reflective surface of the toaster.

“Let’s give carats a bit of a morning teaser,” he said, his voice low, mindful of the privacy you both cherished.

He held up the phone, the camera facing you two, and you both leaned in. The camera captured the scene—a snapshot of domestic bliss, your hair still tousled from sleep, his eyes crinkling with joy, the kitchen a backdrop to your shared life. It was a glimpse into a world that was usually kept just for the two of us.

The post went up on Weverse, with a caption that was warm but vague, a small insight into his world that wouldn’t reveal too much. The responses were immediate, a flurry of heart emojis and exclamations of how cute you both were, even though they could only guess at who the person beside him was.

As you scrolled through the comments, leaning against DK, you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You didn’t need to look up to know he was smiling—that easy, heart-stopping smile that promised more lazy mornings and shared pancakes to come.

As the digital flurry of comments continued to glow on the screen, both of you chose to set aside the phone, turning your attention back to the present, where the true essence of the day resided.

DK stood, offering his hand with a charming smile. "How about we go for a walk? The cherry blossoms should be perfect right now," he suggested. You nodded, eager to enjoy the outside air, a perfect continuation of your lazy morning.

Hand in hand, you stepped outside, the spring breeze greeting you with the faint scent of blossoms and fresh earth. The streets were quiet, a peaceful Saturday morning with just the occasional passerby, who either didn't recognize DK or chose to respect his privacy. The tranquility added a layer of perfection to your stroll.

As you walked, the rows of cherry trees in full bloom seemed to arch above you, creating a tunnel of soft pink petals. Suddenly, DK paused under a particularly lush cherry blossom tree, its branches heavy with vibrant pink blooms.

"Stay right here," he said, stepping back with his phone raised. "This needs to be captured."

You looked up, smiling as a gentle shower of petals fell around you. DK snapped several photos, his eyes lighting up with each one. Coming over, he showed you the screen, a series of images that perfectly captured the essence of the moment—joy, serenity, and the surreal beauty surrounding you.

"I'm setting this as my wallpaper," he declared, his voice filled with a warmth that matched the sunny day. "So even when I'm away, I can always have this moment with me."

You felt a surge of affection, touched by his gesture. The day continued with your hands re-entwined, each step under the cherry blossoms further deepening your connection.

Finally returning home, you both settled on the couch, wrapped in a light blanket, content to simply be in each other’s presence. Outside, the world continued at its usual pace, but inside, the slow rhythm of a lazy morning stretched on, a timeless bubble that both of you cherished deeply.

DK looked over at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Thanks for the perfect morning," he murmured.

"You make every morning perfect," you whispered back, leaning in for another kiss, slow and sweet, the perfect end to your lazy morning under the cherry blossoms.

[thehopelessromanticclub]

WONWOO FIC RECS  I

����- smut // 💗-fluff //🥀-angst //💌-personal favourite

Series

introduce me a good person - @taeyegu (friends to lovers au) 💗🥀

“if there is a nice person, please introduce him to me. sometimes like water, sometimes like fire. someone who can love me sincerely. i hope he is someone who is mature and faithful…”

I found love in your smile - @wonlouvre (royalty au, arranged marriage au)💗🥀

The shattered camera - @puppetwritings( celebrity au, paparazzi au)💗🥀

Wonwoo already had enough on his plate as it is—proving his parents wrong, making a living, fighting his just conscience—and with you in the picture, nothing could possibly go more wrong. Or could you be his ticket to the good life that he wanted?

Drabbles/one-shots

Healing hues - @thedensworld (Slowburn, friendship au) 💗🥀

Exhausted by the monotony of his life as a celebrity, Wonwoo makes a pivotal decision to return to his childhood hometown and embark on a heartwarming project: building a small library named 'Healing Hues.' Little does he know, this journey will lead to a series of unexpected and transformative events.

Ruminations - @waldau 💗💌

[08:41 pm] - @jjuniehao💗💌

Deluxe version - @darl-ings💗🥀💌

in which you and Wonwoo spend some alone time together.

Bedtime routine - @yikesmary 💗💌

where you loved times like these with your boyfriend, Wonwoo.

Two umbrellas - @hanniology💗💌🥀

Wonwoo doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but you do after meeting him.

Flustered - @waldau💗💌

Take a chance - @wonwoonlight💗💌

and they were newlyweds - @viastro 💗💌

in which Wonwoo builds the Ikea couch, but something... doesn’t look right.

conclusion number three - @wonwoonlight💗💌

you have a hypothesis you'd like to prove. a/n- this one was sooo Wonwoo-coded

The regular - @trblsvt (bakery au, college au) 💗

Wonwoo couldn't really recommend anything at the bakery he worked at, he couldn't even handle going in a couple days a week. that is until he found his new favorite customer.

Chocolate rum cookies - @wonwoonlight (non-idol au, friends to lovers au) 💗

Play again - @shuarush💗💌

after ten years of not seeing your high school crush you find yourself partnered with him at the company you work for. Since you've been rejected before, you try your best to not let any feelings flourish, but Jeon Wonwoo's charms make that attempt especially hard for you. a/n - totally an all-time favorite.

first kiss with seventeen: wonwoo - @etherealyoungk💗💌

"stay there. i'm coming to get you." - @dokyeomin💗💌

wedding weekends with wonwoo - @suhnshinehaos (fake dating, non-idol au)💗🥀

jeon wonwoo, the perfect man. kind, smart, successful career, and not too bad on the eyes. all his friends are getting married and everyone’s aunts, mothers, and family friends are trying to set him up with their friends, sisters, brothers, nieces, and nephews at every wedding he attends. he’s tired of it. what better way to solve his problem than to employ your help, someone who’s having the exact same one?

Thank you authors for all your amazing works.🤩

If there are any fics that anyone would like to recommend feel free to do so🤗😁.

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[hisui-dreamer]

ode to the loving father

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader

Synopsis: you simply adored his very existence, everything single part of him

Tags: drabble, fluff, slightly poetic hehe, reader is a simp for lilia

Word count: 602

Notes: belated happy birthday Lilia!!! here's to another year of driving millie insane and being a good dad 👍

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Your lover embodies a beautiful balance of easygoing charm and friendly nature. With a warm smile and a genuine interest in others, he effortlessly weaves through conversations, leaving a trail of comfort and ease in his wake. His ability to connect with people from all walks of life is mesmerizing, as he possesses the gift of making anyone feel welcomed and at home in his presence. It's as if his charm creates an invisible bridge, effortlessly inviting others to open up and feel at ease, regardless of the circumstances.

Your lover possesses an extraordinary reservoir of patience. It's a virtue woven deeply within his character, evident in every interaction and situation he encounters. Whether guiding a struggling classmate through a challenging concept or navigating personal relationships, his patience radiates like a calming aura. His ability to listen attentively, understand without judgment, and offer support with unwavering composure reflects the depth of his patience.

Your lover possesses an innate talent for brightening even the darkest of days. His playful and carefree nature acts as a beacon of joy, effortlessly lifting your spirits when you're feeling down. Whether it's a silly joke, an unexpected playful gesture, or a heartwarming smile, he has a magical way of bringing laughter and lightness into your life.

Your lover possesses an array of talents, yet cooking isn't among them. His culinary creations might lean towards the terrible side, but the warmth in his eyes as he presents the dish makes it hard to resist. Despite the taste being a challenge to your palate or, in extreme cases, your health, you find yourself willing to savour every bite, not because of the flavour, but to please him. Seeing his hopeful expression, eagerly awaiting your feedback, becomes more satisfying than any gourmet meal could ever be.

Your lover has an insatiable wanderlust that fuels his love for travelling. As he recounts his tales of adventure, each word paints vivid pictures of distant lands and the vibrant tapestry of cultures he's experienced. The enthusiasm in his voice, the sparkle in his eyes—it's infectious. Listening to him weave tales of exploration and discovery ignites a longing within you to join him on his next journey. The way he describes the sights, the sounds, and the flavours encountered along the way creates an irresistible allure, compelling you to pack your bags and embark on an escapade alongside him, eager to create new memories together.

Your lover finds great joy in playfully teasing you. Whether it's a gentle tease about your habits or a sudden surprise meant to elicit a chuckle, his teasing nature is a testament to their affection for you. Even when his teasing edges a little too close to the line, his mischievous grin and twinkling eyes melts any brewing frustration. His charm works like a spell, breaking down your attempts to stay mad, and leaving you unable to resist the infectious joy he brings to every moment.

Your lover extends boundless care and unwavering trust towards his family. In his eyes, they are the centre of his universe, and his actions consistently reflect this devotion. He listens attentively to their joys and struggles, offering guidance and support without hesitation. His immense love fosters a deep sense of security, allowing those under his care to flourish under his unwavering belief in their abilities.

Your lover is incredibly nuanced, balancing and excelling at the roles of a father, a student, and your partner all at once. Each facet of him adds depth and richness to your relationship, creating a bond that's resilient and ever-evolving.

Your lover, is none other than Lilia Vanrouge.

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lma1986 asked:Best friends to lovers Noah returns home from tour and finally gets to spend time with the reader. Make it cute and fluffy 😍

Disclaimer: this is completely fictional. I do not own Bad Omens or anyone affiliated with them. This is a RPF; don't like? Don't read. Hope you enjoy! 😊 Word count: 2,555 Tag List: @cheyfi @kingdomof-omens @daylightlvrs @blade-in-red @ladyveronikawrites @jay02bo @itsmrsfuentes @cncohshit @catj422 @lma1986 @chels3a-smile @kiwi475 *if you want to be added to the tag list, please let me know!*

A/N: This takes place in Noah's POV and is based off the song "Jenny" by Studio Killers. 😇

I leaned against the passenger door of my car, legs crossed at the ankles and arms folded over my chest, waiting for that white door to swing open. I've been through that door a million times before, ever since I was about 5 years old, and I never grew tired of coming to this little pale-yellow house on Chestnut Street. It wasn't my home, but it may as well have been from how often I came here through my adolescent years—I could navigate the ins and outs with a blindfold, and both hands tied behind my back.

The door finally swung open, the petite frame of my best friend materializing from behind it. I chuckled, a smirk tugging at my lips as she freezes, her hand still grasping the door. From a distance, I could see the confusion written on her face when she sees me, and I know she's questioning whether I was really here right now.

I wasn't supposed to be home from our tour until tomorrow—that's what I told her, at least.

"Nono!" she shouts, a cheek-splitting smile across her face as she practically jumps down the front steps. Her golden curls bounced behind her as she ran across the lawn barefoot, the sun accentuating her highlights and shimmering in gentle waves. "When are you gonna stop calling me that?" I pushed off the side of my car with a feigned eye roll, opening my arms to welcome her in a hug. She throws herself at me, nearly knocking me over as I wrapped my arms around her and rocked from one foot to the other. "Never," she mumbles into my shirt, and my chest fills with warmth when I hear her giggle shortly after.

When we first met in kindergarten, Jenny was a little delayed in her speech and had a hard time pronouncing 'Noah'. She called me 'Nono' instead and I absolutely hated it at the time, but as we got older, I grew to cherish it. I never told her that though, and continued with the façade of despising it because I loved the way she laughed, thinking she was getting under my skin by teasing me.

That's how it's always been for the last two decades. We push each other's buttons, we argue, we laugh, we cry. That was just who we are. Nono and Jenny; best of friends, partners in crime, two peas in a pod. I'd like to say that I wouldn't want it any other way, but it simply wasn't true—I wanted her in the way that a flower needs rain to flourish.

After all, aside from Nick, she was the reason I pushed so hard to have this music career take off. She was always so supportive, and a genius at that. On the days where I was stumped, she'd give whatever project I was working on a listen and would come up with a suggestion that always played out just the way I was envisioning it.

"Why are you here?" she asked once we stopped hobbling back and forth, taking a step back to look at me with that heartwarming smile still on her face. I crossed my arms over my chest and gave her a stern look. "What? I can leave if you don't want me here," I shrugged, beginning to turn around, only to laugh when I feel her hand wrap around my wrist and tug me back. "You know that's not what I mean, jackass," she rolls her eyes. "I thought you were coming back tomorrow."

I tucked my hands in the pockets of my jeans, rolling my shoulders in another shrug. "Took less time than I thought to get back. Anyway, I do have a lot of unpacking to do; I just stopped by to say 'hi'." "Oh," she mumbles, and I pretend that I didn't notice the flash of disappointment on her face. "Well, I'll let you get to it. See you tomorrow like we planned?" "Of course," I grinned, and she returned the gesture in a closed-mouth smile.

We hugged before parting ways, but I stop when I open my door and glanced at her one last time. She oozed disappointment, and I knew she was bummed that I was leaving so soon. I leaned against the roof of my car with my arms folded and scrunched my lips to the side, mulling over our plans.

"Since you clearly missed me so much," I start, "why don't we change it up and have you come over tonight instead?" "Oh, no. Tomorrow is fine," she waves me off, but I can see the infamous tremor of her lips whenever she tries to hide a bashful smile. "You're probably beat from driving." "I'll be fine after a quick nap," I chuckle lightly. "8 o'clock. If for some reason I'm still asleep when you get there, just wake me up." "Great," she scoffs, her eyes rolling skyward. "So, potentially, I gotta deal with your grumpy ass because you want me to disrupt your beauty sleep." I mimic her actions with a roll of my eyes, even though I know she's joking. "See you later," I laugh, getting into my car after she says 'bye'.

Thwump.

I'm jolted awake, and there's now a dull ache on my face as I rubbed my cheek. I hear a giggle behind me, and I know that it's Jenny, so I couldn't be too mad from this unsuspecting wakeup call...even if it was by a pillow to my face.

"Hey," I croaked, rolling onto my back with a stretch. My heart flutters in my chest when I laid eyes on her cheery smile. "Morning, sunshine," she teases, plopping down on the bean bag chair. "Did you have a good sleep?" I pushed myself into a sitting position, a yawn escaping me as I nodded. She giggles again as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes with my fist, surely laughing at the rat's nest my hair was.

"Do you always sleep with my shirt as your pillowcase?" She smirks, motioning her head behind me. "Huh?" I furrow my brows at her, turning my head to look down at my pillow. Sure enough, it was her shirt, and my cheeks warm at the realization that I never switched it out for an actual pillowcase like I meant to. My mind scrambled for an excuse—I can't just admit to her that yes, I did in fact use her shirt as my damn pillowcase while I was out on tour.

Why?

Because her perfume lingered on her clothing, and there was always something so soothing about her scent every time I caught wind of it. The warmth of vanilla and the calming notes of sandalwood would encase me each time we hugged, and it was simply intoxicating. Nothing comforted or calmed me down faster, so on the nights where my mind was much too loud after a show, I'd hold my pillow close, imagining it was her in my arms instead. Drinking in her scent quieted my mind faster than a glass of whiskey.

"Oh, that's your shirt? I thought it was one of my thousands of band tees." I tried to play it off; my heart leapt into my throat, hoping she wouldn't see through my bullshit. "I spilled a beer on my pillow on the bus and didn't have a clean case and grabbed a random shirt." "Now that I think of it, I'm pretty sure you gave me that shirt. Makes sense that you'd think it was yours," she shrugs, turning to the blank TV screen. "So, what are we watching?"

I puffed out a breath, relieved she bought my excuse, and reached for the remote to flip on the TV. "I dunno," I yawned once more. "I haven't thought that far ahead. Whatever you wanna watch is fine with me." She takes the remote from me with a hum, starting up and scrolling through Netflix. "21 Jump Street?" "Sure," I flashed her a smile, and she happily starts the movie while I got out of bed to grab the snacks I picked up earlier. She loves gummy bears and cherry Sprite.

I tossed the gummy bears in her lap and handed her the soda when she turned her attention to me. "You didn't have to get me these, Nono," she says, but I knew by the way her eyes lit up that she was thankful for it. "I know," I shrugged and sat back down on my bed, my own drink and snack in hand. “But it’s kind of your thing, just like this is mine,” I chuckle, shaking the jar of communion wafers I held. She laughs, throwing her head back. “I can’t believe you still eat those things. You’re so fucking weird.” I raise my brows to her comment. “Yet you’re still here.” “Shut it,” she retorts, throwing one of her bears at me with that same smile she always tries to hide. I narrow my eyes at her, “Don’t make me take those away from you.”

She smirks and averts her eyes to the screen, settling back into the chair as she chews on the gummies—my stomach swirls with giddiness, just wondering what was on her mind.

We fall into a comfortable silence, nothing but the sounds of the movie and laughter filling the room. That was until I was pelted in the face, not once but twice, by a gummy bear. I slowly turned my head towards her, a phony scowl on my face as she sat there giggling away, but I couldn't keep the expression for long. Not with her, not with the way her contagious laugh ricocheted inside my head and riled up the butterflies in my gut.

I jumped from my spot on the bed and snatched her snack, holding it high over her head when she stands with a pout. “Nono, give those back!” she grumbles, standing on her toes to try to take her bears back, but to no avail. “I warned you that I’d take them away, Jenny,” I laughed, taking a step backwards. She huffed, folding her arms over her chest. “Fine. I’ll take your Jeez-its away.” I snorted. “Go for it.”

She steps to the side and reaches out, trying to maneuver around me to grab the container lying on my bed, but I sidestepped along with her, blocking her. She sighs, throwing her head back in aggravation. “Noah, c’mon. Can I have the gummy bears back, please?” “Since you asked so nicely,” I mused, lowering my arm. She reaches for them; I fake her out and extend my arm behind me. She follows my arm with a grumble, tripping over my feet and into my chest. I instinctively wrapped an arm around her small frame, and we toppled onto my bed in a fit of laughter. “Why do you always do this shit?” she shakes her head at me, trying to contain her giggles. “Just to piss you off,” I tell her nonchalantly, even though my heart was hammering through my chest from her proximity.

I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself, but I can’t help the tingle that courses through my veins when she does nothing but grin at me. A blush coasts across her cheeks, her green eyes illuminated by the LEDs bordering my room as she gazes at me through the sheer blanket of her golden locks. It took every fiber of my being to keep my hand from tucking the strand behind her ear and caress her face that I just knew would feel soft and supple beneath my fingertips.

“Why do you like to piss me off so much?” she snorts, moving her hands to my chest to push herself up; she slips the strand of hair behind her ear. I shrug. “Just because.” “That’s it? ‘Just because’?” she muses, her lips curling into a sly smile, and my stomach churns with nerves.

Because I love to see you smile and laugh as the outcome. I love the way your eyes glimmer and your cheeks tint from it. Because I love… you.

My heart is in my throat thinking these thoughts; I try my hardest to swallow it back down to where it belonged, but I can’t with the way she’s laying on my chest with that goddamn smile. And as apprehensive as I was at this very moment, everything felt so…right. How her small frame fit so perfectly against me, my hand settled in the curve of her back in just the right way, the way she looked at me with those alluring, doe-like eyes with affection…I had to tell her.

��“You want me to be honest, Jenny?” “Always, Nono.” I cleared my throat after swallowing harshly, trying to find my voice. “Because I wanna ruin our friendship.” Her head tilts and her brows furrow, trying to understand what I meant. I watched as it clicked in her head with a small gasp, the pink tinge deepening on her cheeks when she mutters a quiet ‘Oh.’ My heart plummets to my stomach, embarrassment immediately settling in—she doesn’t feel the same. “I-I’m sorry, Jenny. I shouldn’t have said anything.” I start to sit up, but she shakes her head at me with a timid grin. “Ruin it.”

She leans closer to me just as my hand cups her cheek delicately, and our mouths crash together. Warmth spreads through my core, and relief drowns out every bit of doubt that was anchoring me down—I feel like I’m soaring as our lips moved together in beautiful synchrony. I wanted to savor every ounce of her when her intoxicating scent infiltrated me, enhancing the sweetness of her luscious lips as she allowed my tongue to taste her.

I knew she wanted this just as badly as I had when she clutched my shirt, and I couldn’t help the low chuckle from rumbling in my throat. She giggles against my lips in response, but neither of us break apart from one another—I swear we were held together by a magnetic force.

There’s a dizziness beginning to encase me and my chest burns, forgetting to breathe. Reluctantly, I separate to gather air in my lungs, and she does the same, smiling at me as she breathes deep. Her lips were plump, her eyes blown with lust, and I couldn’t help the playful grin on my face and the flutter deep in my belly knowing I did that to her.

“What took you so long?” she asks, the bashful tremor on her lips reappearing. I chuckled, trailing my thumb over the apple of her cheek. “I didn’t wanna ruin ruin our friendship, I guess.” “Give me those gummy bears back, and we’ll talk about how ruined this friendship is.” I snort, giving her a light squeeze before reaching out blindly to find the bag of gummy bears. “Here,” I place them on top of her head once I found them. They slide off, spilling all over my bed before she had a chance to stop them from falling and glowers at me. “I hate you.” “No you don’t,” I smirked, pulling her in for another kiss. “I don’t,” she mumbles against my lips, forgetting all about the spilled gummies.

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 30: Caratland

Chapter Word Count: 6,546

Anything in Bold Italics are Korean/Another language.

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Sitting in the crowd, looking over the rows and rows of fans, Carats , before you was heartwarming. 

Jisung and a second security guard were standing just off to the side of the row you, Jamie, and Kazuki occupied in the crowd. The chatter about the stadium was already loud and energizing, it sent a buzz through your limbs and lit a fire in your bones.

Caratland was an event you never expected to attend, let alone attend because your soulmate was an actual member of Seventeen, doing the job he loved with all his being. You had two of your best friends standing on either side of you, masks covering your faces for even just a bit of privacy, and Caratbongs held tightly in your hands. 

Really it reminded you of the concert just before you ran straight into Jihoon, minus the front row and styled outfits. This weekend would be more comfortable and attempting to blend in with the crowd, going with similar outfits you had seen on twitter earlier in the day. Today you were in a comfortable pair of black slacks and a powder blue shirt with cushy sneakers for any time you were standing for extended periods of time. 

As the lights began to dim and the opening sequence video played on the monitors, you gave a small gasp, seeing Jihoon in the bright pink coveralls. He looked absolutely adorable and he would be at your whim of the teasing you’d give him once the weekend was over (definitely a joke of if his underwear matched). He was going to hate every moment of it but you were looking forward to it. 

One by one, more of the members came into the picture with different visuals around them but all the similar white t-shirts and brightly colored coveralls. Each of them had their own short scene, some in pairs while others were mainly alone. It was definitely cute, a perfect way to start the event. 

The monitors died down and the serenity blue curtain that was drawn closed held the same yellow caution sign that was in the video. There was cheering but nothing compared to the uproar when Chan popped out from behind the curtain to pull the sign back. You, Jamie, and Kazuki were cheering loud, waving your lightsticks high in the air. Then in a series of twos or four, members popped out from behind the curtain, bright smiles on their faces as they spoke to the crowd and waved to the fans. 

Hearing the first notes of Pretty U, both you and Jamie were bouncing on your spots. You linked arms with the two of them, smiling widely behind the mask you wore. Though the concert culture was vastly different from that in America, or well…anywhere outside of Korea, you quietly sang the lyrics, vibrating with excitement. 

The bond was flourishing with joy and pride from Jihoon and your heart beat fluttered faster. He looked happy – no, beaming was a better word for it. All of them were beaming. 

Down the line of members, each of them introduced themselves, their greetings, their sentiments for the night. A few times when the members asked, you cheered and yelled your loudest, continuing to wave the lightstick up. The energy was amazing in the stadium, you didn’t know how you would last the next two nights if it continued like this. 

My My was a song that lifted your spirits more than once and the choreography was always silly enough to make you smile. The wide, beautiful smiles that both Vernon and Seokmin had on their faces as they carried Seungkwan made your heart swell. You’ve seen them practice the song a few times but watching them on stage was much different. There was an energy that you’ve seen before in their everyday lives, the boyish, bubbly personalities, mixed with an endearing love for the performance that they wanted to spread through their music. 

The debate night that was thrown into the mix of Caratland had the three of you giggling to yourselves. 

“ Really? Hot food forever versus cold food?” Kazuki chuckled. 

“ I’ll be living for the unedited chaos.” You chimed in, hearing the members chatter before Chan stepped forward. “ Oh god, I hope he doesn’t say something stupid.” 

Well, the argument wasn’t…bad to put it in simple terms. Having an iced Americano in the winter and summer was okay…bringing up hot americanos for the summer, it made sense. 

Wait- When did Vernon take his jacket off- 

Okay nevermind, he was putting it back on. 

Caratland was a weird place. 

Anyways- 

The arguments were clearly more scripted than anything, but it was fun to see the piece of their personalities coming out. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at Soonyoung’s impression of Seungkwan walking, talking about the younger man’s love for iced americanos despite Seungkwan being on the ‘hot foods’ team. Really you couldn’t figure out where any of the arguments were going but you enjoyed the goofiness. 

Now, over the time you’ve been with the group beside Jihoon, you’ve seen them actually debate over actual stupid shit. One of your favorite debates was an idea between you and Wonwoo quite recently. 

“ Alright guys,” You got their attention rather easily since they were sitting in the living room of the apartment you and Jihoon shared. “ Since all of you have been drinking, who would win in a fight against Goku?” 

“ Superman!” Vernon yelled his answer with such confidence that you wanted to cry. 

“ Super-” Seungcheol scoffed, “ You have to be ridiculous, Goku would kick his ass.”

Joshua, who was more certainly blasted at this point, skin bright red down his face and neck, laughed louder. “ I think either Luffy from One Piece or Ichigo from Bleach.” 

“Killua from Hunter x Hunter is my bet.” Hearing Jihoon beside you finally came to semi-consciousness from his (lightweight) drunk nap. “ All of your choices are… Based.” 

“ Did he just use based?” 

You sighed, gently patting Jihoon’s head. “ Yeah, I don’t know where he heard that one from…it wasn’t me.” 

“All of you guys are wrong. It’s definitely Natsu from Fairy Tail.” 

“Oh shut up, Soonyoungie-hyung,” Chan rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “ Natsu isn’t even that strong.” 

Well, Soonyoung and Chan were arguing and you were trying to stop yourself from laughing. 

“ Hot take, Sailor Moon.” The mischief in Jeonghan’s voice was heavy, his face dusted pink from the soju he had earlier. “ I think she is a good bet.” 

Jihoon scoffed, lifting his head from its place on your lap, frowning deeply. “ Sailor Moon is powerful, yeah, but she doesn’t have the versatility like Cardcaptor Sakura. Sakura has more spread in her powers, more interesting abilities, and by far, her outfits are the best in the heroine category-” 

“God, Jeonghan, you’ve got him started.” Joshua complained, throwing an empty candy wrapper at the aforementioned man. 

That was how a simple question turned into a two hour long debate between everyone because Joshua roped you in when he asked your opinion (you said Goku, why fight a dude with literally godly powers?). It was actual chaos in the apartment. Chan looked ready to beat up Soonyoung, Mingyu was just being hit with a pillow by Seokmin (not sure when that happened). You got worried some of your neighbors would make a noise complaint with all the loud chatter. 

“ Wonwoo-ah, what did we start?” 

“In this group, we never really know.” 

Watching them playfully debate with each other, feeling the amusement from Jihoon’s side of the bond, it was enough to ease your soul. There wasn’t a worry in the world that could bother you at the moment. 

It wasn’t long before Seventeen jumped into the next song, Together, making their way from the main stage to the round extended stage. The lyrics held a part of our heart, having brought reassurance and comfort in times where you need a hand. For you, before you met the members and you were just a fan, it reminded you that you weren’t alone. There was peace in the lyrics even during the unknown that was mid-2020. 

Hearing the song now brought back emotions you didn’t expect to feel. You were reminded of the concerns and uneasiness that the pandemic brought, the isolation you had even if Jamie and Kazuki were in your cluster. You had worried for the future back then, terrified of the unknown, but now you weren’t scared. Now you had a plethora of friends, family , at your side and a soulmate willing to lend you a shoulder when you needed one. 

“ If I don’t see Gyu-ah dance to Pop, I’m going to bully him into it after the concert.” You pulled your friends close so they could hear you, not wanting to speak too loud. 

Jamie laughed, nodding. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

“Alright, but Jeonghan-ah and New Thing? Smash.” Kazuki leaned over, nose scrunched up as he smiled.

Giving a fake gag with Jamie, the three of you shared a huddled giggle.

Dead ass though, you were ready to throw hands if this man didn’t lose, but you also wanted to see Jihoon dance to Ditto. And Wonwoo with Attention….

But somehow Joshua and Daechwita…You were scared of that. 

Then the high stakes quiz began. 

With the teams split up and the stadium buzzing, the first round of runners – Jun, Wonwoo, and Seungkwan – were ready and the question that popped up had you shaking Jamie with a laugh. 

“ What was it? Come on, Mingyu stan!” 

“Shit- Oh god I think it was S or V, I don’t remember!” 

Between you and Kazuki, you shared a look. “Fake fan.” 

“Oh shut up!” Jamie hit both your and Kazuki’s arm, whining. “Don’t bully me!” 

You had to admit, the three songs – Attention, The Eve, and Nunu Nana – were no match for their personalities. Wonwoo was quiet yet unpredictable in Seventeen, always ready to bring some out of pocket charisma. Seungkwan was boisterous and sassy, cute but had phenomenal duality. Jun was a wild card, saying he was normal but you and Carats all over the world knew of the weird personality within (in a nice way, of course), even a little shy when it came down to it. 

It was clear by the reaction Seungkwan gave that he was adamant in not dancing to Exo’s The Eve. 

The next round of guys that came up – Mingyu, Seungcheol, and Vernon – were some of the songs you honestly really wanted to see. Pop, Poppy, and After Like, all unfit for the rappers, but somehow also fit them so…well. Mingyu, the puppy, Seungcheol, the intimidating but soft leader, and Vernon, the – to put it nicely – alien. 

Seeing Mingyu and Vernon walk up to Seungcheol and press themselves close to the leader was cute. The oldest of the three looked so done with them but didn’t make a move to stop their comical antics. Really it was just watching an older brother deal with his younger siblings. 

Much to your delight, Mingyu and Seungcheol lost, bringing you one step closer to seeing the tallest dance to a girly pop song. 

“ I hope Jihoon loses.” Saying it flatly, you weren’t surprised when you felt both Kazuki and Jamie hit your arms. “ What?” 

“That is mean, at least root him on.” Kazuki wanted to argue but you just smirked. 

“ No, I want to see my soulmate who hates being called cute dance to a cute girl group song and tease him about it later.” 

“You are evil.” 

“Nah, I’m a person that knows what I want.” 

When the next question popped up on the screen, the three of you were stumped. 

You didn’t even remember Seungkwan was on a kids TV show, let alone know what contestant number he was. All of them had been on so many shows in your time of playing Carat catch up to learn about them before you met Jihoon that you forgot a lot of the much older things predebut. Hell, even Jihoon felt confused. 

“Yes!” You cheered, not even caring what the answer was, only caring that Jihoon lost. Everything was falling into your desired favor. 

With the last two trios coming and going, you were laughing when it came down to Jihoon’s team being in last place for Caratland day one. Through the bond, waves of embarrassment and unwillingness were pushed your way and there was no want to stop from grinning like an idiot. None of the three seeing beside him looked too happy, each definitely had some regret or defeat in their expressions but that only added to the humor of the entire situation. 

Quickly, you pulled out your phone and opened the camera, knowing you’d need a video of your own to torment him later with.

Mingyu was first to step up to the metaphorical plate, shaking out some of the embarrassment, even covering his face in probable hope to collect himself. Behind him you saw Jihoon turn away, feeling he cringe in the bond which had you holding back a laugh. The knowing tune, bubbly and cute, played throughout the stadium and Mingyu shyly jumped to action 

“He looks so stiff.” Jamie wheezed, holding his own phone up, zoomed in to only get the four in frame with the main focus being on the giant. “I feel so bad but not bad at all.” 

“He looks so focused.” Snickering, you whispered to not be heard too loud in the recording. “And there he goes.” 

Mingyu crumbled to the ground, curling up on himself. Despite the bright stage lights, he was flushed. A mental note was made to get him drunk and have him dance to it again for the hell of it. The second time they played the music, Mingyu was definitely more mentally prepared, but was still riddled with embarrassment and movements still stiff. There was more confidence in the dance, but he didn’t look as comfortable as he usually did when dancing. 

Jihoon…oh Jihoon. The wave of desperation and regret that shot down your spine from him when his name was called had your phone up in an instant and an evil glint in your eyes. There was more than likely a thought of please end me running through his head if you had to take a guess. 

“Why is he so good at this?!” You squealed, trying not to shake the camera too much from the laughter that was wracking through you. “ I am never going to let him live this down. An argument? Ditto. Giving me sass? Ditto.” 

“Or tell him Cheol is your bias again.” Kazuki added. 

Jamie snorted. “ You have plenty of ammo.” 

Slight humility was a very real emotion and feeling it through Jihoon was the peak of the night. In actuality he felt just about ready to combust. Same as Mingyu, you could see the flush of his pale skin behind the harsh lighting and part of you wanted to coo at him and take the embarrassment away. 

The second time around was no better, he really didn’t want to do it again but the second time you squealed again. 

“Fuck it up, babe.” You laughed. 

The longer he went, the more he felt absolutely done with the turn of events. Watching Jihoon collapse to the ground, pure anguish coating his features, you tried your best not to cry with laughter. The video you had taken was going to live on forever, brought up at any moment the man needed to be humbled, not that he needed that much humbling to begin with. 

There was no surprise that Chan was going to give his all for Shut Down. He looked like he had been practicing the dance for ages, adding flare with each choreographed step. 

Overall, the youngest looked proud of himself while Sunegkwan looked ready to kick his ass if the flying kick wasn’t a tell. 

On Jun’s turn, he seemed similar to Jihoon in not wanting to dance to the unfit song. The original artist, Jessi, was a woman who was loud, outspoken, and unapologetically herself inside and out. The song exuded charisma and attitude. 

“I hate to say this guys…but Jun has no ass for this dance. I say this out of the kindness of my heart, no ass.” 

“That’s mean.” Kazuki looked offended for Jun. 

“I’m serious! Jessi, she thick. Jun…he’s a twig.” 

“I gotta agree with Ruby here, babe.” 

“Great guy, no ass.” 

“You guys are foul.” 

The encore stage was…

Your heart hurt. 

Circles was a song that you and carats all over the world knew meant a lot to Seventeen. It was a song of promise for a better tomorrow when things were difficult today. Most times you couldn’t even listen to the song without shedding a tear because you’ve had moments where you wanted something better in the future when life was hard. 

Now, watching from the crowd, hearing Seventeen sing Circles live, and feeling the slow creeping sadness and heartache that came from Jihoon, you were crying. 

Tears were running down your face in thick streaks, soaking the material of the mask you wore. A thick lump was forming in your throat from holding back the full on sobbing you felt below everything. The monitors shifted to the visuals of the guys throughout the years and your heart clenched ungodly tight when Jihoon started once more. 

His vocals were broken, barely able to get through the ending. Jamie and Kazuki had themselves wrapped around you almost instantly, holding you close as you cried. Despite it all, you let yourself murmur the ‘las’ with the rest of the stadium. You probably sounded absolutely pitiful to them but neither said a word, providing comfort that you desperately needed at the moment.

You didn’t know what the full reason was mentally, but you had to sit down because you weren’t able to stop the tears that were running down your cheeks. The words of the members through the speakers were background as Jamie and Kazuki asked if you were okay, but you waved them off, needing a moment to take off your mask and wipe your face. 

You couldn’t lie, there was still some part of you struggling with being an idol’s soulmate. Some days you felt like an outsider intruding on something. There were parts of your life you missed back in New York, your grandparents more than anything and your friends, but as Circles promised, there was a better tomorrow, which you needed to remind yourself of. Everything would get better with time, you simply needed to fully adjust and continue to trust Jihoon.

Taking a moment, using your (Jihoon’s) sweatshirt sleeves to wipe your face and calm the shaky breaths, you were able to collect yourself. Jihoon still felt melancholy, you told yourself that you’d give him the biggest hug when you got a chance, sweaty or not. It was going to be more for yourself than him, but it would be the most bone crushing hug you could muster. 

It wasn’t too long after they sang Together and Healing that the concert came to an end and Jisung took you and your friends to the back with the other security guard. Some fans, much to your current red, puffy eyed face’s discontent, recognized you and took pictures. You waved at them, keeping your head low as Jamie and Kazuki flanked your sides with a guard to the front and back of you. The long service hallways gave you more time to collect yourself before the tired but happy voices of the guys and staff were heard and the electric buzz of the bond was settling in your bones. 

“ Hyung, they are literally going to kill you.” The laughter that followed in Chan’s voice was uplifting. 

“ What are they going to do? Fire me?” Seungcheol’s comment had you rolling your eyes, turning into the backroom. “ What is saying the news a few days earlier going to do? I didn’t spoil anything~” 

Each of the guys were in different stages of cooling off. Some were gathering their belongings while others were lumbering around. They looked tired but satisfied, ready to crash hard after eating to have plenty of energy the next day. 

Jihoon was slouched down in a chair, using a towel to wipe off his face from what you could tell with his back to you. Jamie greeted Soonyoung who was closest to where the three of you were but you didn’t hear what was said, B-lining it towards your soulmate. 

Reaching out, you placed your hands on his shoulders to not scare him despite the bond's ability to sense you being close. He tensed for a brief moment before you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely, leaning over and resting your head against his shoulder. No words were said, only feeling him reach up to place his hands on your forearms, relaxing in your hold. 

Was he sweaty and definitely needed a shower? Yeah. Did you care? You should but you didn’t. A little smell wasn’t going to tetter you from getting partially what you wanted and needed right now. 

“ You okay?” He tilted his head to rest it against yours. 

You could only muster a quiet voice, eyes closed. “ I am now. Are you?” 

“I am now.” 

Giving him a last tight squeeze for now, you sighed and stood up, keeping your hands on his shoulders. Jihoon leaned his head back to gaze up at you, dark, tired eyes looking over your face. You shook your head, pulling your face mask off and placing a long kiss on his forehead. 

“ If you get emotional like that each night, I’m not going to survive.” Muttering against his skin, you sighed once more. 

That made a timid smile spread on his face, dropping his head to look away from you when you pulled away. “ I didn’t expect it either. I almost didn’t make it through the mentions after because of you.” There was emphasis on you and you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes.

“You started it.” 

“Did not.”

“Did too.” 

“Childish.” 

Once more Jihoon leaned his head back to look at you, but you only stuck your tongue out and huffed. You gave a mocking tone, trying your hardest to mimic his voice. “ I’m Lee Jihoon and I get emotional and blame my soulmate.” 

They drew a laugh from him and it was pure music to your ears. It lit up the joy in your soul and you gave a defeated smile down to him. 

“ Ruby-ah~!” The sing song voice of Mingyu had your expression flattening and a prominent roll of your eyes. 

“Lord save me.” You muttered and Jihoon laughed more before you peered over your shoulder to the giant. “ Yes, Mingyu-ah?”

His hair was an absolute mess, probably jostled from running his hands through it. Make up was gone from his face and he changed out of the encore clothes into a t-shirt and basketball shorts. “ Did you enjoy the show?” Mingyu’s eyes were wide with wonder, wanting to know your opinion. He leaned over slightly, curling his arms to his chest. 

Why did he have to be so damn cute? 

“ I did, you all put on a great performance tonight.” You were honest, only looking back to Jihoon when he went to stand but looking back to Mingyu quickly. “ You dancing to Pop was definitely one of the highlights.” 

The wide, childlike smile he was sporting faltered and Mingyu huffed, “ That was so embarrassing!” 

“Jamie liked it.” 

“Of course he would like it! I’m his bias!” Mingyu gave a whine, pouting down at you. “ He’d like everything I’d do.” 

“Probably wouldn’t if you didn’t clean your ass.” 

The disgust that formed on his face had you snickering. Mingyu shivered in said disgust and shook his head. “ That is gross, who doesn’t clean their butt?” 

There was a joke between you and Joshua about this…

“My bet is on Soonyoung.” 

“Ew!” Mingyu gagged and hugged himself. “ Don’t say things like that!” 

You only left him standing there still appalled from your statement before he was running off to get his things. 

There wasn’t too much of a wait between the stadium clearing out and the guys heading to the vans to get home, eat, and rest. Jisung took the four of you home, not before you promised him a whole pan of brownies when you brought the muffins to the stadium. 

Jamie and you were quick to work on dinner, having already done the prep and mainly needing to throw it all together. Jihoon didn’t put up a fight when you pushed him to the bathroom, throwing a change of clothes at him. At first he gave you a look but you just closed the door and went back to getting dinner ready. 

It was late, the weight of Jihoon’s exhaustion was heavy on your eyelids but you didn’t let it bother you too much. He took a while in the bathroom but it gave Jamie and you time to set everything out on the counters for a grab and go type of meal. It was simple, only some rice, homemade kimbap, and pork belly. 

“ Come eat before you knock out, man.” Jamie’s voice had you turning your head towards the hallway Jihoon trudged in from, a towel placed over his head to drop any water from dropping down his hair. 

“Oh, my baby.” You could see the tiredness from where you stood, watching him shuffle over. 

He had the tired pout on his face, droopy eyes and half uncoordinated movements as he grabbed at his food and sat down. “ Monday, none of you better wake me up.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Kazuki grabbed his portion, sitting down at the table.

“Can’t make any promises.” You pushed the towel back so it wasn’t hanging in his eyes as he ate. “ We do share a bed.” 

Whatever he grumbled, you didn’t get a straight answer, glad he was eating. When he and the other two were finished, you cleaned up, having eaten bites between cleaning to make it easier to get into bed. You bid your friends a good night before ushering Jihoon into bed. 

He face-planted into the mattress, stretching out his limbs with a tired, strained groan, probably easing the muscles. 

“ Move over so I can join you.” You patted his butt, snickering when he made a sound of disapproval. 

He managed to mess up the comforter enough while crawling under, letting you pull it up over the two of you. You, after many nights of being the little spoon, pulled Jihoon towards you, snuggly wrapping your arms around his waist. He was saying something but the words weren’t coming out with any proper pronunciation. 

After a moment, you felt him start to shift until he was turned over, face pressed into your chest, and his own arm wrapping around you. Jihoon settled in, muttering something else before he was completely knocked out.

“Really?” You whispered. 

[HyeHye 10:56AM]  I need you to do something for me. 

That sounded a little ominous.

[To HyeHye 10:58AM]  Depends, who am I yelling at? [HyeHye 10:59AM]  No yelling, not this time.  I need you to write something for me for tomorrow.

Write something- Now you were confused, usually she needs you to kindly tell one of the guys to do something because they didn’t do what she needed. She says they listen to you more but you think it’s just a load of BS. 

[To HyeHye 11:00 AM] (´。＿。｀) Okay What do you need? [HyeHye 11:01 AM] We are having the parents write things for the members to display on the screen during the encore and the team thought it would be a good idea for you to write something to put up there too. 

Oh, oh, okay, you could do that.

[To HyeHye 11:03 AM] Uhhhhhhhhhhh Yeah, okay. What kind of thing am I writing? [HyeHye 11:05 AM] Most of them wrote something from the heart so if you want to jump on that train, go for it. 

By day three of Caratland, you wanted Jihoon to sleep more. Hell, you wanted all of them to sleep more.

In the afternoon when you showed up, a majority of them were napping or hanging out, half dressed with makeup on. Jihoon had mentioned before leaving that he was having fun but really wanted to sleep in tomorrow so you planned just that. Jamie and Kazuki said they would fend for themselves or go and explore on their own. You were going to stay in bed longer and hopefully not wake Jihoon when you want to slip out of bed. 

Speaking of Jamie and Kazuki…

“I’m just saying, if you and Hoon wanna do your little date night this week, Kazu and I can do our own thing.” 

Jihoon brought it up during breakfast and they would not let you get a word in otherwise since then. 

Sitting in a different spot compared to the last two days, you wanted to bang your head into the seat in front of you. 

“It’s a good idea. We can both have our own separate date nights.” Kazuki added and you grumbled. 

“You guys aren’t going to shut up until I agree?” 

Jamie shook his head, giving you a pair of finger guns. “Nope! 

“If I agree to my date night will you both shut up?” 

“Yes.” Answering together, they just grinned, satisfied. 

“Fine, Hoon and I will have our date nights.” 

“See, you are the one that suggested this and now you are reluctant to do it.” 

“Hey!” You scoffed. “He has been busy, and I want to spend time with you guys since you are in town.” 

“Eh, one night won’t throw everything off.” Jamie waved you off, turning his attention towards the stage.

It has been a long night – or well, long weekend. Three days of concerts, three days in a row of performing, high emotions, and much more. 

Jihoon was somewhat dreading the end of the concert. The first day and yesterday were full of tears during Circles and Healing and today felt no different. Ruby being melancholy during these times didn’t help. Last night they really scolded him after getting backstage, saying that he needed to stop being sad because they got sad then it became a never ending cycle. 

What was he supposed to do? Not cry when he was sad? 

Listen- He might be a little standoffish with some emotions but if he wanted to cry, he was going to cry. It just happened to be on stage when he cried- 

Overall though, he was happy for the performances they had put on for their fans. Caratland is a big part of showing their appreciation for Carats. It was a chance to have fun, smile, and bring joy to the ones that have been supporting them. 

Singing through Circles, Jihoon looked out to the crowd, feeling his heart clench a little that it was all coming to an end for the weekend. 

Mid song, which he didn’t fully expect, was the letters to appear on the screen from their parents. He was holding it together, reading through each of the uplifting and heartfelt words. Some of the others were already crying, unable to hold back from the outpouring of sadness. 

What he never truly expected was for Ruby’s handwriting to show up. 

‘ Hello Seventeen, this is Ruby-ah. While I haven’t been by your side for many years like others have, I’ve grown to love and cherish the time we have spent together. I was a Carat long before I became Jihoon’s soulmate and I have to admit that Seventeen has provided myself and thousands of others around the world comfort and a sense of security.  To my twelve friends, thank you for being a part of my found family. Thank you for being people that I can rely on when I need it and I’m thankful you believe I am someone you can rely on. To my soulmate Jihoon, never stop what you are passionate about. Continue to make music and continue to make those who care about you proud. You are my heart and my soul, someone I want to spend the rest of my life with.  You have all been in this industry for nine years, you have grown and experienced a lot for people your age. You have faced hardships that no one can understand so rely on each other to express your concerns. Please make sure to take time for yourself and care for yourself. I might not be your parents, but I worry about your health and your life as many others do.  To all of you, I love each and everyone of you. I will continue to be proud of you and support you even when I want to beat you up.  P.S Maknae line, I won’t tell Seungcheol-ah anything, promise.’

When the videos of their parents showed up, he broke instantly seeing the video of Ruby and his parents beside one another. 

Jihoon lifted his mic, shutting his eyes tightly as he sang the end of Circles, voice broken and shaky. He knelt down, placing his mic aside once the song was over and let himself cry, covering his face with both hands as he sobbed. There were so many things he wished to say, to do. He didn’t know who hugged him at first, but he leaned into the embrace. 

He could barely hear the cheering over the emotions rushing through him and through the bond he shared with Ruby. Just as he was, they were probably crying somewhere in the crowd being comforted by their friends. They felt as depressed and gloomy as he was. His soul pulled, tugging him, begging for the calming, warm connection that they brought to one another. 

Someone had given him a tissue, unable to say anything in return as the tears continued to run down his cheeks. It wasn’t long before Wonwoo was in front of Jihoon, pulling the other 96 liner into his arms. 

“ Stop crying-” Seokmin whined, holding both him and Wonwoo, rubbing their packs. 

Joshua reached out and patted his cheek, giving a sympathetic and loving smile. “ It’s okay..” 

When he stood, Jihoon let out a whine of frustration, using the tissue once more to wipe his tears away and collect whatever emotions he had rushing around in his head. It was hard to focus, both his heart and soul hurting and the feeling wasn’t going away any time soon it seemed. Ruby was going to kick his ass- 

Sitting down, Mingyu went to fuss over him and he complained, taking some breaths to hopefully calm the roaring in his ears. Mingyu went first with his mentions and Jihoon wasn’t mentally prepared when the camera focused on him. 

Letting out yet another whine of frustration, still trying to blink away tears, Jihoon tried his best to get through it all. He shakily spoke, stating that no one should worry about it (Ruby was going to kill him) and how he never got to really sing through Circles during the concerts since he continued to cry. With one last thanks and a sorry for seeing him in such a way, they quickly moved on much to his relief. 

Jihoon let his head hang low, giving himself time to settle his soul the best he could, trying to reach out and send any calming feelings back to Ruby. There was still a tightness in his chest, squeezing his heart and a headache starting to pound in his head. All he wanted at this moment was to get off stage, hug his friends, hug Ruby, and allow himself to talk about how he was feeling. 

With Caratland coming to an end, it felt like a weight was being lifted off his shoulder but thousands of pounds still weighed down. It was frustrating, but he wasn’t alone in any sense of the word. He needed to make it through the next two days and one more weight would be lifted. 

“ Lee Jihoon!” 

“Oh he is in trouble!” Mingyu snickered, stepping out of the way for them.

Ruby came stomping into the back room, face streaked with tears, puffy and red face as they had been every night. Tonight they were wearing another one of his sweatshirts, face mask already gone. 

“ I’m going to kill you.” They grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him close, face pressed into his shoulder. The embrace was tight, they were even shaking a bit before he felt something wet on his shoulder. 

“ Ahh, don’t cry again-” He was already getting choked up, wrapping his arms around them. “ I can’t handle another session of tears, please-” 

“I can’t help it-” Ruby already had a shudder to their voice. “ God I want to hit you-” 

“You were the one that appeared on the screen!” Whining, Jihoon hid his face in Ruby’s hair, grabbing into the back of the sweatshirt tightly, balling the fabric between his fingers. “ And you letter-” 

The two of them stood together, simply holding each other. It was appeasing the ache in his soul, he needed this. 

“ Hey sorry to interrupt the love birds.” Seungcheol’s voice had some curiosity hinted in it. “ Uh, Ruby-ah…You know how I’m your bias, right?”

Ruby barely lifted their head, looking over their shoulder. “ What?” 

“What was the thing about Maknae line?” 

There was silence on their end for a moment before they shook their head. “Snitches get stitches, Cheol. I’m not saying shit.” 

“ You don’t have to stay up just because I can’t sleep.” You ran a hand through his hair, the locks still damp from his shower over an hour ago. “ I can feel how tired you are.” 

“Tell me why you can’t sleep.” Jihoon hummed. 

You bit the inside of your cheek, averting your eyes to think over the worries in your head. His eyes were wide, staring up at you, curiosity swimming behind his irises. 

“ It’s just my anxiety worrying over you…My soul tugged earlier when crying and I couldn’t do anything so I felt a bit useless. I just want to be able to be there for you in moments like that but I know I can’t be there in every moment.”  

Jihoon sat up to match you leaning up against the pillows. He pursed his lips, reaching a hand out and took your chin between his fingers. “ Ruby-ah…” Using his other hand, he grabbed your hand and placed it against his clothed chest, allowing you to feel the rhythmic beating of his heart. “ You might not be there every moment of my day, but you are always right here in my heart and in my soul. Never worry yourself about that.”

[papermatisse]

Stranger || B.BH

† genre: horror

† word count: 3.6k

† warnings: imposter, gaslighting, paranoia

† synopsis: after her boyfriend left on a trip, (y/n) was excited to reunite with him once again. she wasn't expecting a man, whom she'd never met before then, seemingly assuming the role of her boyfriend.

† (a/n): the first installment of my spooktober anthology! I feel like it may be confusing for some, but rip. either way, this one was based on the Magnus Archives episode, The Kind Mother, because body snatchers scare me 👍

† taglist: @scuzmunkie @hipsdofangirl

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It had been a week since she last saw Baekhyun. To others, it may not seem like a long time, but to her, it felt almost chasmous the stretch of time that had separated the two.

They had been one of those cliche, heartwarming stories of a childhood friendship flourishing into an unbreakable bond, growing up together side by side, facing the world and its challenges one day at a time. And as if an inevitable facet of such a close relationship, platonic emotions soon morphed into a beautiful and budding infatuation with one another.

Their anniversary was coming up, and although it's been years, it still felt like their first. That sweet and awkward time of unfamiliarity, a rarity in their lifetimes in which they had shared every thought and feeling, and they relished in the awkward exchanges of that first anniversary. Silly giggles and blushing faces, unsure of what was to be done on such a momentous occasion. But it was a time she cherished, and one she fondly thought of on the car ride to the airport.

Alongside his family, they waited at baggage claim, all mingling amongst each other to pass the time by. Though that time seemed to come to a standstill as the lot all began frantically calling out his name, displaying their excitement in this inevitable reunion.

All but (y/n), that is.

Because the man they cried for was not her Baekhyun.

It was a mortifying ordeal, to be fairly honest, turning around to greet her lover of so many years, only to see a man she's never once seen in her lifetime. He appeared youthful with dyed gray locks that lay against his head like an unkempt mop, short yet with a broad stature beneath his clothing. Brown eyes that disappeared as he smiled at the family that all ran up to him, embracing the boy like long lost loved ones. His grin was bright and beaming, reciprocating the affection tenfold, voices all overlapping as they reconnected.

And when he finally met her tentative gaze, she felt her stomach churn with unrest.

"(y/n), are you okay?" Baekhyun's elder brother asked, his laughter dying down as he instead went to approach the girl still standing as stiff as a board by the conveyor belts of luggage.

"Oh dear, (y/n) what's wrong?" The mother followed suit, taking up (y/n)'s other side, the two cradling the girl between them as she grimaced at the man stepping closer to assess her.

"(y/n), are you alright?" His voice made a wave of nausea run over her, grimacing as his eyes remained locked on her own. Though there was anything but concern in his gaze—instead he watched with a prying stare, as if unearthing whatever anxieties were broiling within her mind. The thought had her recoiling further into his mother.

"What is this?" (y/n) finally managed to get out, eyes remaining on whoever stood before her. "What's going on? Who is this?"

"Okay, now I'm genuinely concerned." The boy to her side pressed the back of his hand to her forehead.

"What do you mean?" The mother beside her squeezed (y/n)'s arms comfortingly. "Is there something wrong, sweetheart? You're not excited to see Baekhyun?"

She shook her head, brows furrowing at the man who feigned worry for her countenance.

"This… isn't Baekhyun."

At this, the whole family grew quiet, the father being the first to speak, approaching the growing situation and clamping a hand on the unknown man.

"(y/n), you good?" The repeated questions finally got to her as she aggressively shook off the two holding her, backing away from the group who watched with inbridled concern in their eyes.

"I don't know what's going on. I don't know what you're all playing at. I don't know if this is just a prank or something." (y/n) watched their gazes, though nothing seemed to shift even the slightest. "This… This isn't Baekhyun!"

Another round of concerned murmuring as they tried growing closer, though (y/n) continued to step back further. The man just watched her, head quirked to the side with a pout on his face, though his eyes seemed to be the one tell in his facade. They were too aware. As if watching the scene unfold, fully planned in its entirety. And suddenly that nausea from before came back, (y/n) having to clamp a hand over her mouth to stop the uneasy rise of bile.

It was all a rush from there, being guided out of the airport whilst wrapped in the mother's arms, then tucked away into the vehicle. They all spoke words of distress in regards to her mental state, though it all sounded like a jumbled mess in her head. From where she sat behind the passenger seat, she could see the rear view mirror ahead, and at the corner of its reflection was the man staring at her with such cold intrigue in his eyes. The man they all seem to be so well acquainted with, but one she had never met in all of her time growing up with the bunch.

His eyes felt penetrative, invasive. Uncaring and calculated, like a scientist watching a subject squirm beneath his glower. Though he maintained his composure so well, catching up and laughing along with everyone. Talking as if he truly were the Baekhyun she knew and loved. His clothing was much like Baekhyun's, though of a different size, and his mannerisms were practically identical.

It had to be a prank. A cruel prank. But her mind couldn't wrap around such a scheme. Whoever this man was made her queasy. He struck something in her, something primal and instinctual. A fear in her she never knew she had.

She wanted to ask once more where Baekhyun was, but her mouth had gone dry, too wary to speak in this man's presence until they had arrived in town. Her ever approaching doom seemed to grow nearer and nearer as she finally began processing her situation.

This was not a prank. This was not a joke. Something was horribly wrong. And she was about to be left alone in her apartment with a stranger. Though not just any normal stranger: an imposter.

"Could you… drop me off at my friend's house?" Her voice came out weak, barely above a whisper, but still heard by the father who merely nodded.

"Yes, I think that would be best given our… predicament."

Predicament. He spoke as if it were nothing of significance. As if the man beside him was truly his son, and it was just his son's significant other gone crazy. A hushed silence fell upon the vehicle, and with a tentative glance at the mirror, she confirmed her suspicions.

The imposter seemed displeased though not surprised. Finally tearing his eyes off the mirror to stare ahead at the road.

After a few mumbled directions, the car pulled up to the familiar apartment complex of her best friend, and with an abrupt farewell to the lot, she slipped out of the vehicle. She could feel his eyes trained on her as she rushed into the building, not wanting to turn back once for fear of meeting that cruel, dark, soulless stare.

Sehun was little more than surprised to open his door and see his best friend, rattled beyond belief and on the brink of a meltdown, but he attempted to mask his shock by ushering in (y/n).

"What's up? Are you okay?" She was silent for a second, hesitant to speak. Afraid his ears were just as invasive as his eyes were. Afraid Sehun would brush her off just as the Byun family had. Afraid she truly was just going mad after all. But she needed answers either way.

"You know… Baekhyun?" She asked aloud, stepping cautiously to the window and peering out. As she suspected, they had driven off by now.

This time, Sehun was silent, though only for a few seconds before he snorted.

"Yeah, I know your boyfriend." His voice had grown lighter, though still softened with concern. "Is everything alright?"

"How would you describe him?" Her response had come quicker this time, staring out from the apartment's vantage point as if maybe she could see them.

"I don't know. Hyperactive. Funny. Bit of a loser."

"Physical characteristics." Another moment of silence before Sehun sighed.

"Good looking fellow. Serious case of baby face. Bit of a shorty." At this, (y/n) whirled around, an aghast expression across her face as she stared at her friend in bewilderment.

"You can't be serious." Sehun was visibly perturbed, having taken a seat at his couch with his head leant against his propped arm on the headrest. His eyes widened, a slight frown marring his features whilst he digested the sudden shift in (y/n). "Baekhyun is tall, well above your height. He has big eyes and big ears. He has dimples and freckles and tattoos. He–"

"(y/n), what's going on?" Sehun cut her off, slowly standing to approach the now breathless girl who was steaming from her sudden outburst.

"You… They… Baekhyun… You're… You're all trying to make me lose my mind, and to be honest it's kind of working."

She began prattling on once more, descriptions of the Baekhyun she knew and loved, the one that is seemingly nowhere to be found. And as she did so, Sehun wandered off, letting her go off to absolutely no one at all, until he came back, picture frame in hand. Wordlessly, he handed it over to her, waiting until her shaky fingers grasped the image.

A group photo from their hiking trip last year, the three of them plus their friends, Jongin and Jongdae. It was one she was quite familiar with, one that hangs in the hallway to Sehun's room. And the order went as followed: Sehun, Jongdae, (y/n), Baekhyun, and then Jongin. Everything should've been as it usually is, all except one minor detail.

This was not Baekhyun. This was the imposter.

She revolted from the photo, gasping as she all but tossed it away from her. It landed on the couch with a muted thud, though Sehun couldn't care less about the image, more so focused on his friend who had now collapsed on the ground, gasping for air and clenching at her convulsing chest.

"(y/n), stay with me," he rushed to comfort her, gathering her in his arms and patting her back as soothingly as he could muster, though nothing seemed to do the trick. Her eyes had remained on the dreaded image where that creature had seamlessly replaced the real Baekhyun. It had to have been edited. It had to have been a cruel ploy. Her mind told her otherwise, but it couldn't be true. This couldn't be real. None of this made sense.

Frantically, she pulled out her phone, unlocking it with trembling hands before bursting into tears once more.

Right there, her home screen which usually displayed a photo of her and Baekhyun seated in front of a fountain was now replaced with that of her and the imposter. It felt sickening to see such an image. Leant against this thing with pure tenderness seeping from her eyes, all while he merely mimicked the sentiment, a smile on his face that made her skin crawl.

Suddenly, another wave of nausea hit, and she dashed out of Sehun's embrace and to the bathroom. By the time her friend had caught up, she had already emptied her stomach of its contents, now weeping at the toilet bowl with such hopeless resignation. An exhaustion weighed upon her shoulders as she sobbed recklessly to herself, and all Sehun could do was comfort her to the best of his abilities.

Cleaning off her face and helping her out of the bathroom, he guided her to the guest bedroom, laying beside her as she cried and cried until finally she gave up and fell asleep.

The next day, Sehun was driving (y/n) to her apartment. If she was going to be staying with him, she needed her necessary items.

She didn't want to come. She never wanted to see that imposter ever again. And while Sehun offered to retrieve her things on his own, she felt too grateful to her friend to have him do anything more. She'll collect whatever she needs and bid this imposter farewell. At least until she can find out where the real Baekhyun was.

The walk to the apartment was unnerving to say the least, as was willingly unlocking the door to the devil's den.

It was silent at first as they stepped in, and for a second she felt hopeful that maybe he wasn't here. Nevertheless, she clung to Sehun, eyes roving over the familiar yet ever foreign area. Bittersweet memories came flooding back to her as she scanned over the living space she had once shared with her boyfriend for years on end. Memories of the two cooking together, napping on the couch together, laughing and crying together. Living out their ever mundane lives, but doing so as a couple.

Fear laced her whole being, tentative steps guiding her further into the unknown. Her shaky eyes darted to and fro, awaiting for the creature to pounce upon her like she were some prey. And if she looked manic beyond belief, Sehun didn't comment, entertaining her suspicions by remaining as quiet as can be. Though even with these precautions taken, it was not enough to conceal their presence from the thing which lurked in the silence of the once warm abode.

"(y/n), is that you?" A voice rang forth from the hallway, startling and prompting her to whirl around and face the man who was beginning to haunt her every waking thought.

There he stood, light hair tousled haphazardly, cheeks rounded and red with mirth, the image of innocence, yet with those dark, perceptive eyes that burrowed into her being. With every approaching step, (y/n) ducked behind Sehun, discomfort riddling her body.

"I was worried after yesterday." The man chuckled weakly, still staring at (y/n) even as she attempted to hide from his view. "How's it going, Sehun?"

"As good as it gets, I guess," Sehun responded casually. His mannerism disturbed (y/n). This man shouldn't know who Sehun is, nor should Sehun know who he is. Yet they acted as if friends for years now. The images were damning, something which couldn't have been fabricated without her knowing, yet she refused to accept this development unfolding before her.

"Thank you for taking care of (y/n) for the time being. I can take it from here." Those words had a cold sweat forming over her skin, and she clung to Sehun's shirt with a desperate grip. As mundane as his intentions seemed, there was something sinister beneath the syntax of his phrasing—something she did not want to find out any time soon.

"Actually, given the circumstances and (y/n)'s condition, we thought it would be best if she stay at my place for a while. At least until things settle down."

The man was silent for a moment. A thick tension settled in the air, but perhaps it was only perceptible to her, as Sehun remained unmoving. With a daring glance, (y/n) looked at him from behind Sehun, though he seemed to have regained his composure, offering her another sly, mischievous smile.

"Of course. That seems to be the best option for now."

The Baekhyun imposter remained seated in the kitchen, his eyes trained on (y/n) as she piled up her bags at the front door. It left an ache in the pit of her stomach, removing herself from what she's always considered her home, but at this point, these four walls felt like a foreboding prison to her. Nothing like the tenderness offered by her real Baekhyun—her true home.

A momentary pang in her heart disrupted her momentum, and Sehun picked up on it, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Let's take a break for now, yeah? You've done a lot."

Bringing her to the kitchen was easier said than done. Baekhyun had laid out glasses of water for the three of them, and he merely sat there resting his chin in his hand, wearing that sickeningly sweet grin of his that had goosebumps appearing all along her body. Sitting across from him was unnerving, though bearable with Sehun beside her.

The two got to talking, discussing Baekhyun's trip and such. (y/n) paid no mind to his games, staring down at her drink and waiting for the time to pass. It couldn't come sooner. The longer she stayed, the further she grew from her sanity. As if in a perpetual panic mode, her body was beginning to grow weary from being on edge for so long.

"I'm going to use the restroom really quick." She shot upright at Sehun's announcement, looking at him with sheer terror in her eyes, but Sehun just shot his gaze over to Baekhyun and back to her. 'Talk to him.'

With Sehun gone, this marked the first time she'd ever be alone with this Baekhyun. It was difficult to move for a moment after he had left, that heavy yet increasingly familiar sensation of the man's eyes lingering on her was particularly daunting. Eventually, with all the gathered bravado she had left in her system, she slowly turned to face him, eyes shakily raising to meet his own.

And there it was. That cocky, egotistical smile, practically splitting his face with its breadth. His hands were neatly folded on the table's surface, his undivided attention on none other than her. And it seemed that innocent guise he'd been inhibiting since his untimely arrival had dissipated, fully showing his true character in all its conniving glory.

"Hello, (y/n)." His voice dripped with malice, and the sudden heavy state of the atmosphere had her feeling queasy as she recoiled into her seat. Though Baekhyun was undeterred by her reclusiveness, instead beginning to lean forward on the table. "I have a feeling you don't seem to like me anymore."

"You're not Baekhyun." (y/n) bit back, pushing through the quickly forming lump in her throat as the man opposite her glowered down at her. Though upon hearing her words, a smirk settled across his lips.

"I'm not Baekhyun?" His words were mocking, the sort of patronizing tone taken when dealing with children. His head quirked to the side, smile widening even more—almost unnatural for a human to produce with how it seemed to have no real end to it.

She shook her head, arms coiling around herself defensively as he watched her. The sensation of his eyes on her was quite possibly the most abnormal, hostile feeling she's ever experienced in all her life. Feeling like mere cattle fodder to him. As minuscule as humanly possible.

Though this sensation wasn't a mere predatory stance upon her. As she squirmed beneath his gaze upon her, the realization of it all slowly dawned upon her. This was beyond anything of this mortal realm. This wasn't anything human at all. The creature before her wasn't anything human.

Instead, with that twisted expression of his contorting his face entirely, dark eyes sharpened with something sinister broiling within them, it made more sense to attribute his existence to something… supernatural. Something which couldn't make sense. Something with the intention of causing harm at all costs.

To make matters worse, this disturbing, almost demonic chuckle resonated from the Baekhyun across from her. A boisterous laughter which wasn't anything like she'd heard before, yet retained his exact voice, stirring another bout of unease from her at the mere sound of it. Like he was nothing more than a puppet for someone's use. Like the Baekhyun across from her was just an illusion.

"Oh, you're so brave, (y/n)." The voice which came forth was laced with venom, practically all restraints for this persona he had taken now evaporated into nothing as he unveiled the full extent of his true character. "So naive, so stupid."

His hand slammed against the table, abrupt and violent in its manner, prompting a cry from (y/n) as she finally released the sobs that had been kept at bay throughout this endeavor, up until this point. A sickening crack coincided with the gesture, and she wasn't sure whether it came from the table splintering beneath his fist, or the bones of his hand which must've dealt damage with the ferocity of his action.

And in a most vile and malevolent manner, he spat out his next words, veins bulging from his neck with a sadistic scowl thrusted upon her, shooting forward as much as the table permitted him.

"I am Baekhyun, because the other guy no longer fucking exists."

Sehun came rushing in shortly afterwards upon hearing (y/n)'s cries, only to find her cowering in the corner, hands yanking at her hair as she released a guttural scream akin to someone bearing witness to atrocities beyond their recognition. All the while, Baekhyun remained seated, expression passive and unchanging, watching (y/n) lose her sanity as if the scene were nothing more than a spectacle for his own amusement.

He didn't know what happened between them. Even after she had gone through weeks of silence and listlessness, she never spoke of that fated conversation. And even if he wanted to get Baekhyun's take on the matter, he couldn't. Because shortly after he had come back from his trip, he disappeared without another trace.

† (a/n): I just think it's a cool concept yk?

[emometalhead]

Happy 2024!! 🎉 I wanted to take a minute to spread some love to my mutuals to start off the year. (Thank you to Alessia for reminding me to do this!!)

I'm going to do this in alphabetical order by url, because that's easiest for me.

@americanrecord - Kelsey!!!! Hiiii. I love you so much, and I hope this year brings you everything you deserve. You are so brilliant, hardworking, and kind. You're one of my best friends, and I am so grateful to have you in my life. Forever proud of you and forever cheering you on. Here's to another year of friendship, daily check ins, and conversations about anything + everything. 🩷

@arnold-layne - Arnold!!! Hello my dear! I'm so proud of you for your recent accomplishments with school and work!!!! You are such a talented writer, and I know you're going to go far. I hope this year is productive for you and your passions. I'm excited to see you flourish, and I'm sending hugs!!!! I hope you have a year of love and light. 🫶🌞

@awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands - Hi Alessia!!!! You are one of the absolute sweetest people I've ever met. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for checking up on me and always bringing some light into my day. Last year was rough, but you made it better. I want to be more intentional about reaching out this year, and I'm grateful to have your friendship along the way. Ilysm. Wishing you a year that is as kind as you are. 💕💕

@a-queen-of-the-clouds Jori your url is so fitting, because you're absolutely a queen. I'm not sure when you'll see this, but you deserve good vibes year round. I love when you grace Tumblr with your presence. I miss you a ton when you're not here, and I hope you're doing so well irl!!! Sending hugs 🥰.

@born-to-lose - Hi Mel!! I'm so proud. I know this year threw some curveballs at you, but I also know you're going into this year stronger. You're an absolute girlboss is the best and least ironic way. 😎 You're a talented writer, and I love how you share your creativity. I'm so glad to know you. I'm obsessed with you, and I know you'll keep slaying in the new year. Wishing you all the best!!!! Love you!

@day-trippin-dreamer - Tina!!!! 🩷🩷 What can I say? You're one of the best friends I could've ever wished for. I am eternally grateful for you. Thank you for your kindness. I live for our daily conversations. You're part of my routine, and you always make any bad day become a good one. I love you so much. You're so much fun, and you have the best opinions+judgement. I can't say enough good things about you.

@doctorqueensanatomy - Sheamus, I have no clue if or when you'll see this. On the chance you will though, I want you to have something nice to read. I'm so grateful for our friendship! It has grown a lot in the last couple years, and I hope we'll grow even closer this year. I love your passion for your interests, and I love how much you care about the people in your life. Our conversations are always so fun or so heartwarming. I hope this year treats you kindly. You are so genuine and wonderful. Also you have a fun accent lol. Love you!! 🥰

@idontwanttospoiltheparty - Hi Fiona!! 😁 In the best way, you fascinate me. I love seeing how your brain works. I appreciate the time you put into expressing your thoughts and opinions. I may not always agree with your music opinions, but I respect them fiercely. You are the most dedicated Swiftles person I know, and I love that for you. I want to make more of an effort to reach out to people this year, so I hope we are able to interact a little more in 2024. I hope you have a wonderful year! 🩷

@inquisitiveheretic - I feel like every time I write out things for multiple people, I feel compelled to write yours last. You're really good at making me want to slow down and really think about what I want to say. I often feel in a rush for no good reason, so I appreciate that something about you gives off an effect of calm. I think you're one of the coolest people I've had the privilege of meeting here, and I'm grateful for our little chats. We are very different people, and I enjoy that you help me broaden my horizons. I hope you have a lovely year full of good things and good times. Thanks for being here 🖤.

@losers-yurio Hi Rylie!! 💛 I hope you know I think about you daily. You are a ray of sunshine, and I will never be able to say enough how glad I am to know you. You have had such a profound impact on my life. I love you so much, and I hope you're doing well. You're amazing, and I'm so excited for you heading into college!! The world is a better place for having people like you in it.

@morska--vila - Hi Andi!! I have no clue when you'll see this, but I want you to have something pleasant to see next time you're here! 🥰 I think about you all the time, and I miss you!!! I hope you're doing well. I'm always rooting for you. You have the best sense of humor, and I'm so happy to know you. As much as I love your presence here, I hope you're thriving irl.

@nocturnal-light - Lynne!! My dude you impress me so much. You're an incredible artist, and your talent as a skater is so cool! Seriously you're one of the coolest people I know. We don't talk a ton, but our interactions are always sweet! I appreciate your presence on my dash, and I hope you have a wonderful year!!!! 💜

@no-fxn-club - Frankie, you are one of my favorite people. I love the passion and joy you bring into the world. I have so much fun every time I talk to you, and I love the splices of life you share with me. I'm sorry I fell out of communication last year. I really want to mend that this year. I miss our daily conversations!! I love you a ton!! You're so damn cool, and you're my favorite southerner by a longshot 😂. Here's to another year of kindly making fun of each other!

@nuttmeg13 - Hi Megan!! 💜 I have to commend you for sticking through so many phases of this blog. I'm grateful to go into another year with you as a mutual! I'm wishing you the best, always. Here's to another crazy + exciting year as Swifties 🎉. Btw you're still the Swiftie with the most valid opinions lol.

@ramblinguitar - Hi Alexa! You're the best grunge blog around, and I think you're iconic. I love that you have such a deep love and respect for music, and I think it's great that you share so much music on your blog. I love receiving personal song recommendations from you, and it's always so cool when you post about new stuff I haven't heard about. Your jewelry is so cool, and you have such a creative soul. You're awesome, and I hope you have a great year!! 🖤🤘

@rebelrollerqueen - Renae!!!! I don't think I can ever say it enough, so I'm going to say it again: I am so proud of you!! I'm so proud of you. You are smart, creative, kind, and talented. I am so glad to know you, and so grateful to have been bestowed the Internet Mom title ❤️. I love hearing your covers, and I'm forever impressed with your hair+makeup+fashion. You are leaps and bounds cooler than I'll ever be, and I know you're going to achieve great things. ILY!

@rosyfingereddawnn - Hi Syd! You have such good vibes. You are such a caring person, and everyone should consider themselves lucky to be in your life. I appreciate your check ins so much. You deserve the best, and I hope life is treating you well!! 🩷 It's so fun seeing your post threads when you're listening to music. You radiate love and joy!!!! Ily 🌞

@smokeandmirrorz - Hi Jeordie!!!! I know you're spending more time away from this blog, and though I miss you I'm glad you're taking time for yourself! I hope you're doing well, and I know you'll make this year into something wonderful! Happy belated birthday, dude. You rock. 🖤

@therockywhorerpictureshow - Ella!!!!! You have such lovely vibes. You are so kind, and I love seeing you on my dash. Thank you for sharing pieces of your life. It is wonderful to see your dogs and baking!!!! Your blog makes me feel cozy and warm. I'm so happy to know you 😁🥰. Happy New Year!!! May this year bring you peace and joy!!!!

@xx-key-xx - Key, you are my 2000s fashion icon. I'm literally so obsessed with you. I know we don't talk much, but you're killing it and I'm always here to support you!!!! Keep slaying and live it up like it's 2004 ✨️🖤.

[pandoraescape]

Summary: Day 3: "Life & Death" | Traditions & Celebrations: Ri'nela's Journey in learning the ways of the Tsahìk and her lost Clan.

Archive of our own Version

Na'vi Words Used: Arrow Deer-Winzaw Note: (S/n) Mean Sarentu neame, your choose.

The Kinglor flutters within Hometree, their tiny bodies looming over the people as they work for the day.

Many would smile as their fuzzy bodies would land on them as they do. Rest or attempt to eat their food with long purple tongues, which always tickle when they touch the skin, especially for the children that giggle. Though loved, the number of Kinglor that came to live within Hometree since the return of the Sky People became great. Their home straining from the constant care of them strained strength from their tree. When all hope to find a way to restore balance seemed lost, a traveling Na'vi came, a Sarentu. A clan that died long ago came and freed the skies from the Sky People's devices, allowing the Kinglor Flowers to open again and flourish on their own. The Aranahe, filled with renewed hope, made the heartwarming decision to rejoin the battle to rid Pandora of the menacing demons. As a gesture of appreciation, they invited the Sarentu children to visit Hometree. To stay and learn the ways of the people.

No other appreciated the invention than the becoming Tsahik of the Sarentu, Ri'nela.

At the top of Hometree, within the bounds of Kinglor's nest, Ri'nela and Etuwa sat together. The few Kinglor that stayed flying above them as the Aranahe's Tsahìk displayed many types of dyes in small bowls and cloths to Ri'nela. "In the Aranahe, we pride ourselves in the arts. No matter if it's weaving, cooking, or painting. We show who we are in the clan and what we have come to love in traditions," Etuwa held up one of the bowls, a dye made by Fortune's Fruit. The color was a calming purple, soft, and delicate. She gave the bowl to Ri'nela and then held up the cloth of kingly cocoon silk. The smooth texture was light and exuded a white elegance to the eye.

"It is the responsibility of the Tsahìk to ensure that we always remember what motivates our clan," she explains," in both skills and beliefs. That is why I always make sure my people respect the gathering of our dyes from the forest and guide them always to take care of the Kinglor. Our clan would not have a purpose, and our traditions would disappear."

Ri'nela stares at the items contemplating Etuwa's words. She understands that a tsahìk must embrace their traditions and what made them who they are in Pandora. Yet, how can she ensure the Sarentu's way when she doesn't know? Not old enough to remember, all memories fogged by TAP. Etuwa, seeing the young girl's frown, adds," Your sister is finding more of those Totems across the forest, correct?"

Ri'nela looked back at Etuwa, surprised that she knew about them. "Yes. She's been finding them while exploring. She sometimes brings back materials for me, Nor, and Teylan to use," Ri'nela said while she placed the bowl on her knee. Slowly tilting the bowl, she watches the dye swash around. (S/n) loves to bring back many materials to HQ, whether new types of wood for Jin, fresh fruits or herbs for Alex, or new clothing for her, Teylan, or Nor. She values to provide for her loved ones. A natural desire to explore the Great Mother came easily for her sister.

"Before, Nor was always the one going to the Totems. But, after a while, he stopped, saying he couldn't understand what our people wanted him to see."

Ri'nela looked back up at Etuwa, encouraged by the woman's kind smile to continue.

"I know it's not his fault," Ri'nela adds, "His patience was always scarce, and I know he could do it if he'd try again, like how easily (S/n) had when she went to them."

Etuwa's ears twitched at the sudden envy in Ri'nela's tone. Never had she shown emotion in her precious lessons. Placing the silk cloth down, she took a moment to carefully consider her following words. "So (S/n) found something within the Totems?"

"She says that she gets inspiration from them. She even made clothing designs that resemble our people so clearly."

Etuwa did remembered a conversation with Nefika, boasting about how delighted she was helping someone with new clothing designs that, in her words, were "Full of light than blandness." So she was talking about (S/n).

"And you? Did you feel anything?" Ri'nela's grimace deepens, her hands now clutching the dye bowl.

"I haven't."

"Why?"

Ri'nela places the bowl down, some of the dye spilling from a sudden place on the floor as she does so. She grips her hands together in nerves and dismay—a human trait she'd picked up from Alma.

"I fear I don't have the insight like hers. I sometimes wonder if she should be the one training to be Tsahìk than I; her way of finding our people comes so quickly to her," she admits. Shame curses her body for wanting to be jealous of her sister and feeling pitiful. Etuwa placed a hand on Ri'nela's shoulder, causing her to look at her. "She can indeed find your people's ways more quickly, but I can see the wisdom and guidance within you, Ri'nela," Etuwa then places a hand over her heart. "Becoming Tsahìk takes time. You've only just begun your journey. Soon, one day, you'll pave the way for your people. You need to take it one step at a time. "

Rinela gently placed her hand above Etuwa's, a warm smile spreading across her face as she found comfort in her teacher's words. Her first lesson was understanding her clan.

The people gathered around, dancing and laughing after the defeat at the Drill Base Omega. Many gather around the campfires, telling stories of the battle, some in their version and others what they saw. Ri'nela watched as she sat with the two sisters, Nesim and Minang.

"The Zeswa know how to throw a celebration."

Minang smiled as her sister chuckled, "We do. It's our way, especially today."

Ri'nela smiles as she takes a bite of the Cheesy Bake, a dish made with layers of creamy cheese sauce and a generous amount of Zakru cheese, baked to perfection. While eating, Minang asked a question. "I heard from your sister that you are taking lessons for your Tsakarem with Etuwa." Ri'nela glances at her, smiling, "Yes! She's been such help with my lessons in culture and traditions."

Ri'nela thinks about all the lessons she learned and all the talks she had with (S/n) about rebuilding old traditions she managed to learn bit by bit, some from stories, others from the Tarsyu communing with the memories of the ancestors.

"Sounds exciting. I personally didn't enjoy those lessons from our mother—too thickhead to hold still in one place," Nesim said, taking a bite of her food. Ri'nela's ears twitch, and she is surprised as she stares at the Olo'eyktan." You were having lessons in Tsakarem? I thought only the ones who become Tsahìk could have them," Ri'nela said, confused.

The two sisters look at the young girl with smirks," It's common for the Olo'eyktans to take lessons from Eywa. After all, it takes both a Tsahìk and Olo'eyktan to lead the people," Minang continues for her sister.

"An Olo'eyktan must wait to hear Eywa. A Tsahìk is always listening." A saying both our parents used to say," Nesim spoke, her voice holding the wisdom of her parents.

"I see," Ri'nela then places her plate down and asks, "May I ask another question if I'm not overstepping?"

"Of course," said Minanga.

"When leading people, how do you ensure that they listen?"

The two sisters looked at the girl with confusion. Ri'nela lowered her head, feeling slightly embarrassed for asking. She had been helping to lead the Resistance with the others for some time. Whenever she tried, she felt others questioning her, not in a rude way, never that. But she could sometimes see the doubt in their expressions towards her ideas and opinions. They never disagreed when Alma or So'lek took charge of decisions; everyone seemed to respect them, but never her.

"By listing, do you mean making them do what you say? Because that's not how we lead," Minang explains.

Ri'nela looks back at the two, who are wearing confused faces. "It's not? But, isn't the role of leaders that the people must follow?"

"True," Nesim points out," but we do not order our people to be silent and ignore their ideas. As leaders, we must think about our whole clan, people's voices, and concerns in our orders. We won't have harmony if we do what we believe is right without conversing with them. We will only have mistrust."

Ri'nela understands her words clearly, grasping their meaning," To lead, you must listen." The sisters nodded at Ri'nela, and their words reached the young Sarentu. Nesim then poured a cup of Kxan'epe and handed it to Ri'nela. "If you like, we can also teach you. It's better to learn more than one clan, right?" Ri'nela smiles brightly.

"Yes! I would be honored."

The Hollows are bustling with healers returning after defeating Drill Base Omega. Mercer's death has brought hope and a new chapter for the Sarentu children. They have learned the truth about what happened to their people and Alma. Nor has been gone for weeks. Teylan, (S/n), and Ri'nela still live with the Resistance but spend most of their time outdoors. Taylan and Ri'nela are in the Hollows; Taylan is getting to know the Kame'tire while her sister learns healing from the Tsahìk Anufi. She and Anufi sat at the Herbalist Circle, where they had different herbs and foods.

"Eywa always provides. That is the first lesson in Tsakarem that many will learn," she said as she picked up a bowl of animal fat, Winzaw. "From the creatures that roam the lands," she continued, picking up another bowl of Banquet Mushrooms cut into small pieces, "to the smallest of plants, Eywa has given the Na'vi countless means of healing us."

Anufi then places the bowls in front of Ri'nela's knees as she pulls more from her side. Ri'nela gazes at the bowls, her mind still clouded as she listens to Anufi. The old healer then notices her stillness; seeing the emotionless eyes, she adds. "However, not all wounds can be healed with remedies." Ri'nela ear's twitch. She looks to the healer with sudden confusion and interest as the healer continues to put the bowls out in front of them.

"I've learned during times of exile that the sorrows of the heart can significantly change a Na'vi, causing them to act completely differently than they normally would, and this can cause more hurt to themselves and others," Anufi said as she grabbed the young girl's hand, offering comfort. "A Tsahìk heals the body as well as the mind."

Ri'nela's breath starts to hitch; her breathing becomes uneven as tears stream from her eyes. All the pent-up emotions she felt, the death of her people, the cruelty she and her siblings face in TAP, Alma's Lies. All of the stress began to flow out of her body. Anufi moves to the girl's side, hugging her and allowing her head to be on her shoulder. After what seemed like hours, Ri'nela starts to speak, tears still rolling down. "I-I'm sorry, I can't stop, I'm so sorry!" Anufi hushes Ri'nela, stroking her arm as she continues crying.

"What kind of leader am I if I can't be strong enough for my people?"

"A leader who feels the same as her people shows that she feels what others think and knows how to mend those who are lost."

Anufi then helps the girl to look up at her, smiling as she wipes away the tears, "You carry a burden that you believe is your own. But by sharing it, you may learn more about healing than you think."

Anufi looked past her, causing Ri'nela to turn around and see the entrance. Teylan and (S/n) stood there, hiding behind the entrance frame with worried expressions as they looked at their sister. Before she could speak, both siblings quietly ran up to Ri'nela and hugged her, comforting their sister. Ri'nela's tears soon faded as she smiled at her siblings. She wrapped her arms around them as they continued hugging. After a few minutes, they all let go to look at each other. (S/n) spoke first.

"Ri'nela, I'm so sorry. I should have checked in more with you and the others. I have no excuse."

"Me too!" Teylan cried, "I Should have done that as well, but I was so focused on the Resistance and what I had done with Mercer…"

Taylan's ears are pressed tightly against his head, mirroring his overwhelming feelings of regret. The weight of sadness is palpable on his face as (S/n) reaches out to gently place a reassuring hand on his knee. In a show of solidarity, Ri'nela tenderly clasps her sibling's hands, her voice quivering but infused with unwavering determination as she strives to provide comfort and support.

"You both have nothing to apologize for; we all had responsibility. To the people we protect and the ones we lost." Rinela then evened her breath, her voice now clear as she said, "I thought that if I hid my feelings about TAP, the lies, Alma, then I could be the Tsahìk we needed. But I know now that if I help lead the new Sarentu, I need to talk with you about our pain, mend what was hurt, and finally heal." The two siblings smile at her.

"We would very much like that, Ri'nela."

"Always."

Anufi happily watches the children, knowing her healing lessons will guide Ri'nela to become a wonderful Tsahìk, even surpassing her.

[erinkou]

Let's talk about something juicy: Park Beom-Gu and Lim Ji-Seob being end game!

So, in this interview with the D.P. cast, Kim Sung-Kyun spilled the beans. He said, "Captain Lim Ji-Seob and Sergeant First Class Park Beom-Gu are two different people. They've also taken different path as soldiers, but they start to accept each other differences and understand one another."

Son Suk-Ku chimed in too, saying, "That's right and before they were at odds with every situation they came across. But now they aim for the same goal and grow closer than before."

Kim Sung-Kyun added, "When they had to work in huge case together, there were many areas that required thinking in season one. Perhaps that was a good opportunity for them to deepen their thought"

Hold on, though. Son Suk-Ku took the spotlight and noticed something steamy. He was like, "Look at Beom-Gu's sexy expression!"

Wait, what? Sexy expression? Tell me more!

Oh, and here's the real shocker. Yeah, he said, "Originally, when he walked out,  we were supposed to meet eyes like there's some bromance. But because his appearance at the end, we couldn't use it, for the shake of better scene."

No way! I can't believe it. There was a romance scene between Ji-Seob and Beom-Gu, and they scrapped it? Ugh, talk about being robbed!

Son Suk-Ku was bummed too, and he said, "But I was personally very sad about that. It was our romance."

Oh, Son Suk-Ku-nim, I feel you... (cue dramatic sobbing in the corner)

Alright, Director, I have a heartfelt plea for you: More Ji-Seob and Beom-Gu romance in D.P. season 3, pretty please, I'm begging you! We need that special connection between them to shine and make our hearts flutter. Give us more of those intense eye-locking moments and heartfelt interactions. We want to see their bond grow even stronger and their friendship blooming into something truly heartwarming. So, consider this a petition from us fans, eager for more of that amazing chemistry between Captain Lim Ji-Seob and Sergeant First Class Park Beom-Gu. You have the power to make it happen, and we'll be forever grateful! Let the romance flourish! 

[halfmoth-halfman]

I didn’t know the new chapter has been out FOR A WEEK. Thanks Tumblr!

Anyways, lovely start to my morning, pretty sure my pup was enraptured cause he was snuggled with me looking at my screen as I scrolled faster than light to read.

Seeing the softer side of Ghost during the panic scene was really nice and I could almost hear his internal thoughts of “what the fuck did they do, what did WE do”. I feel as though that scene really revealed for them just how wrong they were about her and it was heartwarming to see them rally

Price was a t total DICK at first, but the love confession shocked him into his right mind. This man on his knees DID something to me, we love a man in the wrong on his knees “apologizing” (i’ll take murder as an apology along with a check sir). When Canary is healed she better make him kneel and beg.

Now on to your writing, i’m always impressed but WOW this is by far your best work, you articulated the inner thoughts of a panicked person so well I thought I was having an episode and that I WAS canary for a moment and had to take a breather. You perfectly put into a visual word form complete panic and shattered thoughts. This is a masterwork because everything was written both incomprehensible and sharp, written so that we knew how canary was thinking, with how fast events were happening and how quickly canary had to try and process it while psychologically shattered herself. I keep rereading because i’ve never read anyone write in such a way.

How dare you make me feel these emotions at 8 in the morning. I’m so impressed with your work and i’m excited to see you flourish from here. -🔥

i legitimately think hell will freeze over long before tumblr actually works like it's suppose to.

asldkajsdal not the dog reading along with you, and so early in the morning too omg i'm sorry 😭

ghost def went through a lot of realizations in that moment, the most important being that he was very very wrong about canary and regardless of how he feels about her, he needs to help her. we'll be seeing more sides to ghost in the next few chapters and maybe a few conversations with canary too!

i really like the love confession as a whole, just because it's so quick and so simple but so effective in getting price's attention. like he's just kinda laid into her, and is fully convinced canary's played him the entire time only for her to respond by telling him she loved him. it's the first time she's ever said it to him, and it throws him off enough that his anger is momentarily forgotten.

thank you so much, i usually try to draw from my own experiences with panic attacks and anxiety when i write those scenes for canary. given how quickly things happen for her, esp in the last chapter, i try my best to show how fast she has to process things while it all just keeps stacking onto the panic she's been pushing down until eventually it all boils over and she can't stop it. she's going through so many emotions, she's scared, angry, stressed, lonely, depressed, confused, just so many things that i don't even she realizes what she's feeling, all the while she's trying to keep herself together and figuring out how to save herself. i know it won't relate to everyone's experiences, but i do my best to portray her dealing with everything and the consequences of pushing it all down.

thank you so much again!!! i'm pretty impressed with myself making it this far, and i'm so eternally grateful for everyone coming on this ride with me!! 💜

[thelazyhermits]

Hello! I chose to vote for Book 2 because of this being the foundation of Yuu's good relationships with Jack and Ruggie. But more importantly, I wanted to see her fight to save Leona and Yuu giving her first smile in forever to prove that he matters to her. In both TABF and here, it had been so long since Yuu/Fortune was truly happy, that she forgot how to smile from ear to ear. I just wanted to see that. And I thought it would be cute to see her first interaction with Cheka. I think that you would give this story justice.

Thank you for writing and sharing these stories of Fortune. They are great, heartwarming, and comforting. I hope you have a great day!

Awww, you are so sweet! Thank you so much!! I hope you have a great day too!! 🥰💕💕💕

As you said, Book 2 really is important in my series relationship wise since that's when Yuu first meets Jack, and while she meets Leona/Ruggie during her first day as a janitor, her relationships with them don't truly take root and start to flourish until that book's events which is what led to Yuu having such close bonds with the SC boys.

Truthfully, I'm not the most confident about writing overblot battle scenes, but I will admit that, if I had to pick one to write, I'd probably pick Leona's just cause that was the first time Yuu ever truly lost her temper lol

I also would be excited to write the scene when Yuu willingly gives Leona her first genuine smile since that's such an important scene in regards to the development of their relationship.

One way or another, I will write Cheka eventually cause I love him and wanna write Yuu interacting with him, but it would be fun to write their first meeting since it was so cute and wholesome 💕

I'm really flattered that you think I could do Book 2's story justice. If it turn out that that's the book everyone wants to see the most and I get the right inspiration, I'll definitely give writing that fic my all so I'll meet those high expectations ^-^

Thank you for your kind feedback!!! I was happy to hear your thoughts about that poll I made 😊💕💕💕

[sitp-recs]

I'm always so nostalgic for the aideomai, galla, warmfoothills, seefin type fics ykwim?? Those fics that are poignant and hard-hitting with a nice emotional payoff. It's like they've thrown you into freezing water before wrapping you in a blanket and warming you up. Sometimes I'm sad that my favorite writers have stopped writing/gone on breaks but that's always overshadowed by how overwhelmingly grateful I feel that I can even experience their works at all. Gushing with friends about year old fics, seeing recs that perfectly articulate everything I've thought—it really makes things seem fresh and new. And lately Ive found a group of authors that seem active and write with the same flare that I've been looking for for awhile, which is so exciting and amazing! Fandom is just such a special place, it's bittersweet to see people come and go, but makes me hopeful to think that everyone who spent time making and viewing works got what they needed from that. And it's just fun continuing to appreciate legendary authors while welcoming new people :)

What a lovely commentary on fandom and the passage of time! I’m prone to nostalgia as well, and I feel you on the bittersweetness of seeing people come and go (even if the authors you mentioned are quite recent in my mind - what do you mean 2017 wasn’t yesterday?? lol)

Between jkr’s increasingly harmful behavior and RL happening (people moving on, getting published etc) it’s understandable that HP may have lost its magic to some people. But as someone who took many fandom breaks over the last 18 years, I don’t see them as something necessarily permanent. If anything, they were a healthy palate cleanser and helped me find new ways to interact with the community and to contribute in a more creative manner, even if I’m not a creator myself. I’ve only abandoned my lurker days because I left HP to join another fandom in 2012, and I’ve only created this blog because reccing in that fandom gave me the confidence to do it, so in the end everything worked out 🙌

Lastly, I love what you said about the joy of welcoming new creators! HP is such a special fandom when it comes to that, I’m amazed by how many people keep joining the community every year; Tumblr and Discord are flourishing and there’s so much fic and art being created, so many collabs in the works, so many fests and new friendships being formed and so much more representation. It’s heartwarming to see and it makes me excited for what’s yet to come. I don’t know how long I’m staying around but I do know that I’m still having lots of fun and finding “your people” is an integral part of the experience. I’m grateful I found mine and I’m so happy you found yours! Here’s to more years of appreciating old and new classics, making new friends and reading excellent Drarry!

[shiveringscarletsun]

The owl houses ended.. I have many thoughts

i finally got the courage to watch the last episode and my heart is racing and i cried for a bit and it’s an understatement to say it’s absolutely Perfect. The staff and dana did wonderfully trying to give us the best they can with the cuts that were made and everything they did shows how much they adore the show and love the fans and respect the viewers. I am forever grateful they made a show this magnificent. So here i’ll just talk endlessly about it because i realllyyy want to talk.

The collector

I love how they dealt with the collector. from the first time they introduced them i was genuinely shocked and amused that they had a kid be this powerful sort of “villain” because theres nothing harder to defeat than a kid who cannot be reasoned with.. the only way to deal with a kid is with kindness and mentoring.. showing them what’s right basically. However, since the collector is so powerful and had ruled basically everything it could’ve been possible to forget that they’re a kid and punish them or something.. but they didn’t and i respect it so much. Especially that their whole thing was that he was misunderstood.. Luz was also misunderstood.. they didn’t damn him just because he did bad things but went with him and showed him how good people can be. i love that. luz immediately understood them.. because she felt what they felt.

belos

i genuinely have never seen a villain this vile in my life. goosebumps all the time and insane audacity. them ending him without even luz actually killing him was genius.. the way he remained how he was till the very end, a manipulative scumbag. He was a Good written villain. a villain who had a vision, who knew his vision was opposed by all and made no sense to those around him so he sought power to enforce what “he thought was right”. exploited weaknesses and had no regard for anyone who wasn’t “useful”. the bit where luz told the titan what if we are like that too.. and how titan explained things.. it was on point and was perfect to mention it right then and there.

luz

luz was a wonderful protagonist. things weren’t magically just working out for her just because.. but it was all because of her very hard work and kind open heart. her magic was through her own work, when her friends saved her thats because she worked to make great friends who were there for her.. even the powers she gets at the end were due to the titan seeing who she was and trusting her.. knowing how dedicated and sincere she is. luz is like a tree that gives and stands through it all and i appreciate her. she started out a kid and got hurt after everything she saw, and they showed that, but she got back up because she is strong enough.. good people attract good people eventually and i loved seeing her grow.

everyone

i would love to mention everyone individually but i got tired. regardless.. the ending just shows that a good loving community will breed the most loving ,productive, and confident individuals. i love how everyone naturally grew into themselves, how trauma didnt define them and life treated them good. How those who were just naive and mean grew into their communities while those who actually hated everyone and were truly ignorant got left out because not everyone is actually worth redemption (like amity’s mom). hunter, amity, gus, willow and all the rest flourished when they were given the space to exist freely. A happy ever after isnt a single place in time.. but a life that one enjoys living everyday. i would talk forever if i could.

final thoughts

thank you for every single person that told this story and helped create it, and every person that shared the love from everywhere and dana. your passion flows and the love flows and you can get through anything.. A wonderful story, mesmerizing art, gorgeous designs and world building, heartwarming ending that is so well deserved. peace.

I wished to see more and more, but I’ll continue to cherish everything we already had.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🦇 A Guide to Being Just Friends Book Review 🦇

"Sometimes we don't know who we are until we find the right person. The one that helps us see ourselves in a way we never did before."

After a bad breakup, Hailey Sharp throws all of her attention toward her new business, By the Cup. Her quaint salad bar is located on a strip alongside other booming businesses in San Verde, California, though it's not quite drawing a line of hungry customers yet. Next door is an already bustling coffee shop, Baked, where she bumps into Wes Jansen--an investor who assumes Hailey has arrived for a blind date, only for the two of them to initiate an awkward, tense meet-cute instead. Fate throws them back into one another's orbit yet again, and the two become fast friends. While Hailey is focused on growing her business, Wes works alongside his two younger brothers to help their community flourish, even extending his design skills and business acumen to aid By the Cup. Hailey, not wanting to depend on anyone for support, only accepts if she can help Wes in exchange, further driving their ever-growing friendship into something far more.

Sophie Sullivan excels at developing complex, driven, adorable characters that thrive off one another. Unfortunately for me, I wasn't aware that there were two books before this one (featuring Wes' younger brothers and their significant others). Even so, this book can stand beautifully on its own as it delves into Wes and Hailey's friendship. Wes learns how to creatively navigate Hailey's stubborn independence while Hailey encourages Wes to pursue his passions. The slow burn, friends-to-lovers tropes don't feel forced or cliche; you can see Wes and Hailey growing to rely on and trust one another in every passing scene. The secondary characters all have their own rich histories and motivations, and while those details are established in the series' previous books, you don't need to read them to feel the shared love, trust, and respect between the Jansen brothers or their significant others. Both Hailey and Wes rely on their friends and family members as much as they rely on each other, creating a "found family" dynamic that breathes off the page.

However, the transition from friends to more seems rushed. Wes is analytical, pragmatic, nerdy, and a little uptight. Hailey is funny, playful, hard-working, and optimistic. The "opposites attract" vibe that makes them a great match as friends doesn't translate well into their romantic relationship; in fact, it causes them to butt heads. Instead of hitting a moment when the tension between them bursts, the novel transitions into their romantic relationship as if they've always been there; no sweet first date, no payoff, no steam. While romantic comedies don't need steamy scenes, the silent, mutual pining they had as friends doesn't reflect in their newfound relationship. The slow burn as friends is dragged on for so long that their chemistry as a couple seems to flat line.

Overall, I enjoyed A Guide to Being Just Friends as a friends-to-lovers romance with a HEA. This book is a comforting, swoon-worthy, emotional romantic comedy that perfectly balances both sides of a budding relationship. If you're looking for a heartwarming read, this is the book for you!

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐

🦇 Major thanks to the author and publisher for providing an ARC of this book via Netgalley. 🥰 This does not affect my opinion regarding the book.