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𝐋 𝐄 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃

[ f ] 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ; [ a ] 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ; [ s ] 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 ; [ 𝖼 ] 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐬 ; 𝐤𝐧𝐣 @dark-muse-iris ❥ series, { f + a + s }

A tragic brain aneurysm stole the life of your best friend and no one took it harder than her husband, Namjoon. After locking himself away to mourn for two years, he walks back into your life with his precocious daughter in tow, ready to prepare her for kindergarten. As you offer to help him acclimate to his new normal, the opportunity to grow closer than friends kindles healing in both of your hearts. + highlights: this story is everything! despite the angsty premise and subject matter, you have managed to have a perfect balance of hurt/comfort, as well as fluff and a bit of sexual tension brewing between the pair. it's so bittersweet to see how they navigate life after a life changing event. however, little jaeah is truly the sunshine amongst the storm. she's the cutest bean!! i definitley left with cavities!!

❥ full review

𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐚 ; 𝐤𝐧𝐣 @eoieopda ❥ oneshot, { a + s }

In his twenty-eight years, Kim Namjoon had made countless mistakes. Most of them were insignificant and could be shoved easily enough into the back corner of his mind. The worst of them were all tied for first place, keeping him up at night.

Loving you, losing you, and now – picking up the phone.  + highlights: gorgeous themes and metaphors. there's an overall sense of melancholy and dread of how things were and how they are now between the pair. the juxtaposition, the text painting in particular really conveyed those feelings. the use of repetition is one of my favourite literary devices, it was never phrased the same way but the word: 'small' was used continously throughout the fic which emphasized that idea. small in the the elevator, small with namjoon, and finding herself to shrinking beneath his gaze even after they were intimate with each other. it ties in with that feeling of uncertainty as you go on with day to day life with a part of yourself missing or incomplete. a love that is undirected with no place to go-- grief.

❥ full review

𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ; 𝐣𝐣𝐤 @whatifyoulivelikethat ❥ oneshot, { f + a + s }

Last Christmas, she gave you her heart, wrapped up with a note saying, I love you. She meant it. This Christmas, you give her back the stuff she left at your place and run into her next-door neighbor that knew all about your love. Somehow, you end up explaining why it went wrong. + highlights: i loved this a lot. what a perfect read for the holidays. it was different to others i've read before... but the feelings and thoughts it evoked will be something i remember for a long time. there's a sense of melancholy, and longing.

this line in particular is my favourite: " what happens, happens."

❥ full review

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 : 𝐤𝐧𝐣 @kpopfanfictrash ❥ oneshot, { f + a + s }

You, a perpetually alone (and utterly cynical) movie director, are sent to the town of Snow Falls, Middle-of-Nowhere for your latest film assignment. Stuck in holiday hell until the new year, you’re determined to get in and get out with minimal damage to your Grinch reputation. That is, until a ridiculously gorgeous (and young?!) town historian is assigned to help with your film. Suddenly, you find yourself the heroine of one of those corny romances you direct – and are discovering they might not be so corny after all. + highlights: This was such a wonderful wonderful holiday fic. This time of year can be difficult for many people for various reasons, and this story has brought me lots of comfort.

I read this over the course of a few days and each word brought this world. Each and every character interactions were vibrant and enagaging that they felt so real. You've captured the small town feeling excellently, I felt like I was right there with them. It was so so wholesome and I loved seeing the main pair grow to embrance who they were and to not let others... even themselves, dim their light for other people or because of the risk of getting hurt.

Something I really admire and appreciate in your stories are the themes you explore and the messages you send.

❥ full review

𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 ; 𝐣𝐣𝐤 & 𝐦𝐲𝐠 @whatifyoulivelikethat ❥ series, { a + s } part of the punctuation au

For Min Yoongi, there are no wasted words. He knows what he wants to say and he know what he says will give him what he wants. But, then again, sometimes you don't have to say anything to orchestrate everything. Jeon Jungkook? He won't submit to that. He's the one in charge here. Right? + highlights: seriously no words. i am just amazed by the way you characterized the three of them. how they each have a role in their D/s relationship. the reasons they seek each other and fall into their respective roles. all in an attempt for a semblance of creating a safe environment where they can all be who they truly are.

what really resonated with me was near the end when reader mentions that what she experiences with the boys is a chosen pain. it's about exercising agency and reclaiming one's (bodily) autonomy. it's about being in control.

the scene was intense, but it was simultaneously freeing.

❥ full review

+ misc // non - bts // k-pop

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 ; 𝐛𝐢 @yoonia ❥ oneshot, { f + s }

You have no idea how you ended up here. It all started with an innocent date, which escalates into something more. Something that is not quite so innocent. But he gladly follows your lead, always ready to give you everything that he could offer, knowing that—deep down—this is exactly what you wanted all along. + highlights: i absolutley loved every single word of this fic! there's just someting so heartwarming about soft love making smut. like please, where can i find a lover like this!

hanbin was so attentive. i thought it was so cute that he was just as nervous and excited as reader but made sure she felt comfortable every step of the way. i found that incredibly attractive! it has been a while since i’ve felt hot and bothered with a smut piece. and idk just the thought of being tended to and cared for in this way makes me so soft.

but really your writing is what brought things to life, your descriptions are so...visceral, yet gentle?

and with the way you described readers lust? like me too, reader. me too.

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   𑁭     ׅ     ♡︎    A͜͡ P͜͡O͜͡R͜͡C͜͡𝖤𝖫A𝖨𝖭 𝖯𝖱𝖨𝖲𝖮𝖭     ᪬ㅤㅤ

word count : 1,182 warnings : none? a/n : trying to get back into my writing game, it's been a bit. a little oneshot i was inspired to write. not 100% what it even is 😭 but its... here !

will graham had never met anyone quite like her.

she was like a ballerina, endlessly twirling in a music box without a melody. a woman who seemed to move through the world with a perpetual rhythm that only she could hear. there was an elegance to her movements, a quiet grace in how she navigated the chaos of life. her steps were light, but her presence was heavy, lingering in his mind long after she had left the room.

it had started with a glance, a fleeting moment that caught him off guard. he had been in the middle of a conversation with jack, his mind drifting in and out of focus, as it often did. and then he saw her, standing across the room, her hands folded neatly in front of her, a calm smile playing on her lips. she was listening intently to someone, nodding at intervals, but her gaze was elsewhere, like she was miles away from the crowded room.

will had felt something stir in him, a curiosity he hadn’t expected. he watched her for a moment longer, noting the way her eyes flickered with a strange mix of melancholy and hope, as if she was balancing on a tightrope between two worlds. there was a story behind those eyes, a depth he couldn’t yet fathom.

he had asked jack about her later. “she’s a consultant,” jack had said, glancing at her from across the room. “an analyst of sorts. she helps us with certain cases. she's very intuitive.” will had nodded, filing the information away, but his mind kept returning to her, to the way she seemed to move without ever truly touching the ground.

it wasn’t long before their paths crossed again. a case, gruesome and tangled, had brought them together in a small, dimly lit room at the fbi headquarters. she was already there when he arrived, a stack of files spread out before her, her brow furrowed in concentration. she looked up when he entered, and for a moment, their eyes met. he felt a jolt, like static electricity dancing across his skin.

“will graham,” he introduced himself, his voice quieter than he had intended.

she smiled, a soft curve of her lips that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “i know,” she replied. “i’ve heard a lot about you.”

he didn’t know what to say to that, so he simply nodded and sat down across from her, the distance between them feeling both too close and too far. for a while, they worked in silence, the only sounds the rustling of papers and the occasional murmur of voices from the hallway outside.

eventually, she spoke. “this is a strange one,” she said, her voice thoughtful, almost musical. “there’s something… off about it."

will looked up, intrigued. “what do you mean?”

she hesitated, as if weighing her words carefully. “it’s like there’s a pattern, but it’s not complete. like a song that keeps skipping over the same note.”

he frowned, considering her analogy. “an unfinished symphony,” he murmured.

she nodded, a small, appreciative smile tugging at her lips. “exactly.”

there was something in the way she spoke, in the way she seemed to grasp at the threads of the case with an almost instinctive understanding, that drew him in. he found himself leaning closer, his mind reaching out to hers, searching for that same elusive pattern.

over the next few days, they worked together more often, their conversations flowing with an ease that surprised him. she had a way of speaking that was both direct and enigmatic, her thoughts tumbling out like the pages of a well-worn book, filled with hidden meanings and untold stories. he found himself wanting to know more, to understand the rhythm that guided her steps, the melody that seemed to play only for her.

one night, after hours of poring over evidence, they found themselves outside, the cool night air wrapping around them like a blanket. she leaned against a railing, her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze fixed on some distant point in the horizon.

“do you ever feel like you’re… stuck?” she asked suddenly, her voice barely a whisper.

will looked at her, surprised by the question. “stuck?”

she nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement. “like you’re caught in a loop, spinning in circles, unable to break free.”

he thought about it for a moment, then nodded slowly. “yes,” he admitted. “all the time.”

she glanced at him, her eyes searching his. “how do you make it stop?”

he wished he had an answer, but all he could do was shrug. “i don’t know,” he said quietly. “i’m still trying to figure that out.”

she sighed, a soft, wistful sound. “me too,” she murmured.

for a long while, they stood in silence, the night stretching out before them like an endless expanse. will felt a strange sense of calm settle over him, a quiet understanding that didn’t need words. in that moment, he realized that he wasn’t the only one lost in the darkness, searching for a way out.

they were both dancers in the same music box, twirling endlessly to a melody only they could hear. and somehow, that knowledge brought him a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in a long time.

days turned into weeks, and their connection deepened. she became a constant presence in his life, her quiet strength and unwavering resolve anchoring him in ways he hadn’t expected. she had a way of looking at him, of seeing past the layers he had built around himself, straight into the core of who he was. it was both terrifying and exhilarating, like standing on the edge of a precipice, unsure whether to jump or to step back.

one evening, as they sat in his office, the room dimly lit by a single desk lamp, she spoke again, her voice softer than he’d ever heard it. “i think… i think i know why i feel stuck,” she confessed, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the edge of his desk.

he looked up, his heart quickening. “why?”

she hesitated, then took a deep breath. “because i’ve been afraid to move,” she admitted. “afraid to take that step, to change the rhythm.”

will felt something stir in his chest, a mixture of empathy and something deeper, something he didn’t dare name. “you don’t have to be afraid,” he said softly. “not with me.”

she looked at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable. “do you mean that?”

he nodded, his voice steady. “yes. i do.”

for a moment, they simply stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken words. then, slowly, she smiled, a real, genuine smile that lit up her entire face. it was like a light breaking through the clouds, a melody finding its way through the silence.

will knew that they were no longer dancers in a music box, spinning endlessly without direction. they had found their rhythm, their melody, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

with her.

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In the shadowy embrace of the night, Seven Alistair, with the visage of ENHYPEN Lee Heeseung, delves into the realms of darkness, finding solace amidst the chilling whispers of exorcists, the spine-tingling allure of thrillers, and the blood-curdling tales of gore. Amidst his cinematic journey, he finds comfort in the depths of a bowl of soto, savoring each spoonful as if it were a respite from the eerie depths of his chosen genres.

Yet beneath his penchant for the macabre lies a heart of gold, beating with patience and kindness, even amidst moments of playful exasperation. Like a character in his favorite dramas, Seven navigates the complexities of life with a quiet strength, his presence a reassuring beacon in the midst of uncertainty and darkness.

In the tapestry of our love, Seven weaves threads of understanding and acceptance, embracing both the light and shadows that dance within us. Together, we embark on our own thrilling saga, where each twist and turn only deepens the bond between us, turning even the darkest of nights into an exquisite canvas upon which our love shines brightest.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ° ㅤㅤㅤ⁎ㅤㅤㅤㅤDearest darling, my universe, Seven Alistair, in the tapestry of my heart, your name is woven with threads of adoration and joy. With each heartbeat, I find myself falling deeper into the warmth of your presence, your kindness and patience a gentle breeze that soothes my soul. In your embrace, I discover a sanctuary where laughter dances freely, and love blooms endlessly. Forever yours, Sylodienne.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ° ㅤㅤㅤ⁎ㅤㅤㅤㅤIn the symphony of life, I found my crescendo in the mesmerizing melodies of Bangtan Sonyeondan (BTS) , where each note resonates with the essence of passion and purpose. With each lyric, they weave a tapestry of dreams and aspirations, infusing every beat with the magic of their personas. Enthralled by their music, captivated by their charm, I dance through the rhythm of admiration, a melody of love serenading the extraordinary journey we share.

૮₍ ⠀◌ㅤ ୨୧ㅤ𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 ’ ෆ 🥛🥣 ੭ㅤㅤIn the tapestry of music's grand symphony, BTS emerges as the luminescent stars that illuminate the night sky, their melodies weaving a spellbinding narrative that transcends borders and speaks to the depths of the soul. With each beat, they carve a path of inspiration and empowerment, their lyrics resonating like echoes of a collective journey, stirring emotions and sparking dreams in the hearts of millions around the globe.

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As ambassadors of unity and resilience, BTS stand tall as beacons of hope, their unwavering dedication to their craft and their unwavering love for ARMY illuminating the darkest of nights. From the stages of grand arenas to the intimate corners of our hearts, they navigate the complexities of fame with grace and humility, their bond as brothers and their bond with their fans forming an unbreakable constellation in the vast expanse of the universe.

Beyond the glitz and glamour, BTS are storytellers, weaving intricate tales of love, loss, and self-discovery through their music and their artistry. Each member, with their unique voice and perspective, adds depth and dimension to the collective narrative, creating a mosaic of emotions that captivates the senses and leaves an indelible mark on the soul. As we journey alongside them, we find solace in their melodies, strength in their words, and inspiration in their unwavering passion for their craft.

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