#sweet romance

[theeroticlover]

Mhmmm !!! Missed your body fragrance....

[ace-song]

Introduction - Midnights of the Drowsy Owl

Interactive Fiction - Midnights of the Drowsy Owl

Demo (TBD)

Description

When the city life takes everything from you, you leave for a house you inherited from your late grandparents, in a town far away from the troubles of life: Caersolvita.

While strolling through the little town of Caersolvita after job hunting during the odd hours of nights, the old clock in the quaint settlement strikes 12 midnight, and a building down the dirt road illuminates the twilight.

Beads of light fall like stardust through the coffee-scented building. No one knows about it, and even if they did, they cannot find it. When midnight strikes, it all changes. Down the bricked pathway of the town, life clicks into light, and the twinkles of windchimes carry a bitter fragrance.

A “Looking to Hire!” board stands neatly by the doormat of the slightly tarnished place. With little hope of finding a job anytime soon, you enter the cafe. When offered a trainee position of a barista, you leave for home, unknowing of the wonders that await you when the dead hours of night come about.

Features

Choose your gender: female, male, non-binary

Work at a quaint café in a rural town, shrouded in mystery and solitude.

Unravel the secrets of the midnight café.

Romance one of the four ROs and explore a fresh adventure with one of the three personalities chosen.

Deal with some snappy customers or different oddities.

Find out the history of Caersolvita through each route.

Enjoy the life of quietude and comfort, away from the worries of life.

Personalities: Loveable airhead, Taciturn fool, Sarcastic charmer

Romances

Thana (f/m)

Beautiful and dignified, Thana is the peculiar owner of the Drowsy Owl. Behind the mysterious red eyes and snowy pale skin, discipline of the body and grace follows each tilt of the wrist, where the whiffs of coffee beans stream along the cafe.

Admired by everyone in Caersolivita for sublime service, coupled by sweet words, Thana is the go to barista if someone is in need for comfort or dark humor. Although the sorry state of the cafe, it is the first choice for everyone.

With every smile given to Thana, two more are returned, and each heart that is offered, the more Thana guards the heart. Somehow, though, the trainee barista has a way with their words.

Ylfa (f)

Unhinged. There is no other word that fits the young wolf-like Ylfa. A sherpherdess along the hillside of Caersolvita, she meets each situation with the flash of her canines and a huff. With a beige bonnet, laced around the edges, she fancies the lolita fashion, enjoying lavish dresses, contrary to her rambunctious voice.

In the dead of night, a voice like a siren vying for love sings from northern cliff at the very edge of the town. From the ruffled hair and perky ears of the gilded in moonlight, the sound willows past till dawnbreak.

Despite the tough and rowdy personality, Ylfa holds her hands close to her chest, sometimes shooting glances towards the trainee barista from the day they met eyes.

Idris (m)

Personal trainer by day, guardsman by night. Idris is often described as "too blunt for his own good." Towering over everyone in town, he is regarded as a dark warrior, a signature black hood hanging over his defined face. Polite and well-spoken, his sharp tongue still manages to overshadow such traits.

By the bridge that connects the mainland to the hook-shaped cliffside town, Idris guards the safety of the people. Always seen next to the old watchtower, most hear grunts from the place, running away in fear.

When he bumped his head against the door of Drowsy Owl, he meets gaze with the trainee barista, and color rose-pink erupts from the steely brown eyes.

Shaylah (nb)

Always smelling like honey and floral concoctions, Shaylah is a local apocthecary who resides near the very edge of the cliff. Catching eyes everywhere they go, their sterling red hair shines like the sun under light. Always seen walking around town with a sunhat the size of an umbrella, Shaylah's ethereal voice wrecks the minds of people when their brash and uncouth words begin to lash out.

Spending the afternoon and night cooped up in their house, they take the blue flowers on the cliff, grinding them and creating concoctions. No one outside of the town know what it truly is, and only Shaylah's family know of it.

After spending a full day in their shop, taking rest at midnight by Drowsy Owl is usually what happens, accompanied by a cup of hibiscus tea. But now, where the bright eyes of the trainee barista caught them off guard, they never forgot.

[seshen]

Reader: "Omg i could kiss you right now!" Seto: "Not at school."

[freesia-writes]

Chapter 25: Repentance

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance. COVER ART BY @zaana!!

Master List of Chapters

The surface of the dark water bubbled lazily as Vel relaxed back in the spring. The moonlight filtered through the glass roof, bathing the room in a peaceful glow. Stately vines wrapped around the pillars that were peppered throughout the recovery wing, and although that was its official title, it felt more like a garden retreat than any sort of medical structure. 

"I didn't think you meant right away, and I didn't think you meant to come along, but I'm glad we got that all sorted out," Vel said, smiling blearily at Tech, who was perched on a bench across from her, his helmet at his feet. They had been chatting for what felt like a few minutes, but judging by the moon's journey across the sky, it had been significantly longer. 

"I intend to ensure your safety and comfort for the duration of our stay," Tech responded. "And for the duration of any future endeavors we may share. Romantically or otherwise."

Vel laughed, feeling the delight wash over her as she grew reaccustomed to his mannerisms. "Look at you, a regular Lasa Nova all of a sudden. What happened?"

"I assume you refer to the infamous literary figure of Ryloth, with whom I share very little in common, but if your intent is to question my more forward nature since our reunion, it is simply because I realized, after time away filled with deep thought, that every potential scenario I can envision for my future appears more desirable with you in it. My only option was to pursue you, in the hopes of your agreement."

"And what am I agreeing to?"

"Rejoining our crew as the ship's assigned mechanic, employed by the Machinist's Guild of the Galactic Republic, for as long as you consent. And... considering my attempts at affection."

Vel sat up, nearly forgetting her nakedness, concealed only by the dark green waters of the hot springs. She dipped back down, still processing the offer. "But I still have to complete my service here to pay for all the treatment I received," she said. 

"Actually, that has been taken care of by Senator Bail Organa," Tech informed her, "After we shared about your involvement in some of our missions together."

"Everything is changing so fast," Vel said, head spinning. Her hair was piled messily on top of her head, tied up with a spare strap, and she brought a hand to it as if to calm the storm within. 

"Indeed. It has been a tumultuous evening for you," he agreed, rising to his feet with a large towel in his hands. He stood at the end of the steps, holding the towel open invitingly, and turned his head as far away as he could, "You may be assured of your privacy."

Vel smiled, taking a moment to be grateful for his respect and kindness, and got up out of the hot spring with only a few jerky movements. She wrapped herself in the towel he held, tucking it snugly under her armpits, before turning around to him. "I'll see you at the door?"

But Tech remained in front of her, arms moving from his sides to loosely clasp together in front of him. He looked at her intently, with his signature head tilt, his eyes dark pools of emotion and warmth in the soft light. "Yes, but... May I try something?" he asked.

Her stomach lurched and her chest tingled, and Vel couldn't remember a time that she had felt safer or more comfortable. How was she back here so suddenly? She thought the months apart had buried it all deeply, but all of it had erupted back to the surface in a mere week. "Yes," she said, almost breathlessly. 

Tech took a step closer, unclasping his hands to reach for hers. He gave them both a gentle squeeze, moving to leave only a few inches between them, before gliding his hands up the outsides of her arms, coming to rest on her shoulders. One hand remained there while the other moved toward her face, caressing her cheek with the backs of two fingers and tracing their tips down the side of her neck. 

She closed her eyes, taking a slow, deep breath in, savoring the moment fully. His fingers traveled across the top of her shoulder and came to the end, dropping off her arm as light as a feather but meaningfully enough that she wanted to preserve that sensation forever.

"Thank you," Tech said quietly, and Vel could swear she heard a husky tone to his voice. "I shall see you at the door," he finished, picking up his helmet and quietly walking to the exit, leaving her there in a blazing wildfire of tingly bliss.

* * * 

Vel couldn't believe her eyes as she lowered her bag onto the cot in the corner of the hold of the Marauder. It was if she had been here yesterday, both in its appearance and in the way it made her feel. The only reminder of the whole ordeal on Alderaan was the tingly weakness that surfaced occasionally.

She had reveled in the reunion with the squad, arm still smarting from where Wrecker squeezed her too hard in a massive hug, and remained overwhelmed with gratitude and excitement as she pondered what lay ahead for them. Tech's injection into the unconscious Arthen apparently served as some sort of selective short term memory loss; Vel had been surprised at the repertoire of tricks up his sleeve and had also made a mental note to look into the legality of it.

She had always been the type to want to have a solid plan for her life, reaching far into the future, but if the last few years had taught her anything, it was the total unpredictability of it all, especially around this team. She took a deep breath, aligning her shoulders with a new sense of resolve, and turned to the lift, to see what the Force had in store.

***

A couple months' worth of missions had been punctuated by Tech's absolutely adorable attempts at romance, and Vel's heart had truly found its home in his. They had fitted various opportunities into their free time, ranging from blurrg jousting on Ryloth to the reenactment of the civil war of Florrum. The latest had been an art class on Bimmisaari, where she had been thoroughly embarrassed to turn her canvas around at the end, revealing a primitive rendition of the sunset, while Tech had produced a breathtakingly detailed portrait of her. She gasped as he showed it to her, his lips pursed as he continued to scrutinize the finished product.

"I didn't know you could paint!" Vel said breathlessly, a million other things fighting to be said next.

"I simply applied a variety of artistic principles common in dramatic realism," Tech said matter-of-factly, as if anyone could have done it.

"Naturally," Vel replied, laughing quietly, "But how did you choose that moment to capture?" She was flattered by his creation, but she found a part of herself wishing it had been an image of her in some heroic pose during one of her few but notable accomplishments on a mission. Instead, he had opted to recreate their exploration on Kashyyyk, specifically her rather dorky-looking delight in a close inspection of a tree trunk.

The image was as colorful as it was moving: wisps of her brown hair fluttered in a light breeze as she bent close to examine a tree trunk with no bark. Tech had preserved the exact pattern that she remembered marveling at: lines swirling around knots, sprinkled with reddish brown dogs that looked like an entire galaxy. She was enthralled by the expression on her face, which she didn't think she'd ever worn before: it was unbridled curiosity and childlike fascination, and it made her feel a need to smile as she looked at it.

"My mind seems to return to that experience more frequently than any other," Tech replied, eyes moving from his painting to her, "And upon further reflection, I believe that may have been the moment that I first..." He drifted off without finishing, tilting his head, eyes flitting back and forth as if searching for the answer in the air. Vel waited patiently, for what seemed like an agonizingly long time, before he finished: "I am unable to accurately put it into words. I will ponder this further."

She laughed again, reaching up to tenderly touch his cheek. She yearned to embrace him, to show him how deeply she had come to feel for him, but while he had been clear in taking the lead in his pursuit of her, he had been notably reserved in physical affection. She didn't want to push him further than he was comfortable, still enjoying the waves of ecstasy that washed over her at a single touch and trusting him to explore at his own pace. He was receptive to her touch, although it always caught him off guard, and his surprised reactions always brought a smile to her face. 

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[crazytimetravelingdemon]

I want to see nervous, gentle kisses and shy hand holding 🥺

Give me that tooth rottingly sweet fluff. Pleeeeeaaaasssseeeeee?

Also, y'all need to quit making these adorable little gay characters that I fall in love with just to get my heart broken by. 🥺 (But really, please don't ever stop making them, I need them)

[sijalmk]

Old school love. No texting, but exchanging warm glances across the hallways. Count the hours and the days to see you again. Writing secret letters, seeing you in each poem, book, and song. Sweet and surreal.

[spacefruitpress]

Take a ride with Catherine Fletcher’s snowy roadtrip rekindled romance story, Baggage for Two! 🚗❄️👩‍❤️‍👩 Now available to read on Kindle Unlimited! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C4C39SQB

[sweet-pink-angel]

So süß wie die Sahne wird hoffentlich auch mein Kuss schmecken, wenn meine Lippen sanft die deine berühren.

[annaholak]

1. Take one bad breakup

2. Add an unexpected invitation

3. Stir with an overzealous Cupid

4. Sprinkle with some corgis

5. Serve with a scoop of mango ice cream

6. Enjoy!

I mean, who doesn't like a (magical) coffee shop romance?

[sitp-recs]

hi! thank you so much for such amazing recs all the time. what a gift!!! this is a different kind of request than usual maybe so feel free to skip it or take your time or interpret in your own way: i’m looking for swoon-worthy fics, like sooo romantic. like off the charts oh my god this is so sweet so loving so huge kind of vibes. but that’s like a feeling you know, for the characters and for the readers, so. not sure if it makes sense! thank u :)

Hi anon, thank you so much for the kind words!! I don’t really read hardcore fluff tbh, but I love myself some tender romance! I’ve included different flavours here with a lil bit of angst (couldn’t resist 🤣) but nothing too intense. I hope this list works for you! You can also check the latest Fluff Fest collection here.

Say the words / then stay around by Teatrolley (NR, 5.7k)

They’ve been together for a while when Harry decides that he wants to try the Auror Office again. What he doesn’t consider is the effects the work might have on the two of them. But, then again, maybe those effects don’t have to be all bad?

Little Talks by Femme and noeon (E, 11k)

Draco's been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he's sure it's just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one.

Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon by @the-starryknight (M, 16k)

The Ministry didn’t turn bad overnight. Harry didn’t suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person. If there’s an art to fighting back, then they’ll find it hand in hand.

freely, as men strive for right by @bixgirl1 (E, 17k)

How can Harry love a man like Draco Malfoy? If only Draco would let him count the ways.

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by Cibee (T, 19k)

Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved!

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (E, 33k)

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.

Eager for the Sky by @oknowkiss (M, 35k)

It was announced, just as the Triwizard Tournament had been, at the start of term feast. A year-long, international Quidditch varsity match — the inaugural Wizarding Academy Cup.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Kaleidoscope by Saras_Girl (E, 104k)

If Harry’s honest, the last thing he needs is a house full of Draco Malfoy, but partners are partners, and perhaps, the thing he wants the least will turn out to be absolutely everything. 2021 advent fic, completed.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (E, 128k)

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be.

[theeroticlover]

Lets take a 🚿

[authorstellarainbow]

FINALLY. I adore slow burns, because the moment they finally get together is so much more satisfying. ❤️

(This scene isn't technically when they get together, but it's still sweet AF)

[alakotila]

Happy Valentine's Day! I make fantasy romance webcomics, very cute, usually Achillean & very 💖🧡💛💚💙💜, and most, very 🏳️‍⚧️ (first four images have at least one trans character in them)

[freesia-writes]

Chapter 26: Refreshment

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance. COVER ART BY @zaana!!

Master List of Chapters

One particular afternoon a week later took them both by surprise when they found a suddenly free schedule for both of them on an unbelievably beautiful planet. It was much-needed, as they had been getting at each other's throats after a long period of time with grueling hours and increasingly difficult objectives. Wrecker and Crosshair both had become even more caustic than usual in cutting off Tech's rambling, and he had seemed to lack his usual spark. Hunter seemed like an exhausted parent, trying to maintain the focus of the other three despite the conflicts that cropped up out of nowhere. It was definitely time for a break. 

The team was grateful for the space, and each found his own way to rest and rejuvenate. Tech's, oddly enough, was to invite Vel on a hike. The opportunity to enjoy time with him made it a no-brainer for her, although she wondered if his personal way of blowing off steam was to retreat into nature or to engage in strenuous physical activity. Regardless, it started off full of warm and fuzzy feelings and adorable flirtation as they walked enthusiastically along a rocky precipice.

After a few hours, however, the euphoria was wearing off. Vel could have sworn that Tech had crossed his own path at least three times, and she would have placed a hefty wager on the odds that he was lost. She hadn't thought it possible, if she was honest, and found herself beginning to form some strategies of how to best get back to the ship. The sun had dipped below the horizon a while ago, and the beauty of the purple sky had faded until everything was cast in a murky grey tone that made it difficult to see. Tech continued winding his way up a steep hill, and the burn in Vel's calves and quads was reaching a disproportionately uncomfortable level. 

"You... uhh..." she began, running into Tech's back as he stopped abruptly in front of her. He was facing her in a flash, eyes warm behind their golden lenses. 

"I am not lost, if that is causing any apprehension," he stated, causing her to marvel at his anticipation of her concerns. His brothers teased him and called him a robot at times, but his emotional intelligence was just as sharp as his intellect; he just had different thresholds of when and how to apply it. "Do you trust me?" he asked pertly. 

"I mean, I trust your character, and I know you're endlessly smart..." Vel began, a smile breaking through her mock seriousness. "Yes! Yes," she laughed as his eyes widened and he puffed himself up for a thorough address of her statements. "I trust you, Tech." She intended to say it plainly, but there was a soft admission to it that surprised her, and it didn't go unnoticed that it sent a wave of warm affection through Tech as well. 

"Good," he said, swallowing a bit harder than usual before turning to continue up the path. She followed behind, soaking up the beauty of the rich landscape as well as the decidedly toned butt in front of her that had clearly been sculpted well by soldier training and extracurricular Noghri combat forms. It was still holding her attention when the ground leveled out beneath her feet and a chilly breeze brushed her cheeks and hair. It wasn't until Tech stopped, holding an arm out to block her from continuing, that she jerked her head up to take in the new surroundings. 

They were on top of a mountain, or so it seemed. She could see for miles in every direction, above the tops of the trees that were scattered about on every side, and she gasped when she noticed that there was more to it -- a motley collection of fabric and pillows had been arranged into a makeshift bed in the middle of the clearing, and a few emergency glow orbs had been illuminated on the edges of the blankets. Her mind took a flying leap, and she gawked at him, wildly aroused yet reeling in disbelief. 

"What... what's all this?" she stuttered, another wave of heat blooming through her as he turned his golden eyes back to her. 

"This planet is notorious for meteor showers due to its... Never mind, that is extraneous information... There is a meteor shower tonight--"

"Hey," Vel said softly, angling her body to face him fully. It was part of the subconscious body language they'd developed with one another, inviting vulnerability and connection without directness or pressure. She couldn't hold back, reaching out to take his gloved hands in her own. The slump of his shoulders seemed especially pronounced, whether from fatigue or something else on his mind, and she took a step closer, brushing her thumbs along his knuckles beneath the armor plate. "Some of the best stuff is extraneous," she murmured, tilting her head coaxingly. Her heart skipped a beat as his eyes softened, and he bent to remove his helmet, tucking it under one arm and returning his hand to hers. 

"This planet's atmosphere has a fascinatingly unique variation in the density of the layers of which it is composed. They allow debris to descend further toward the surface before they burn up completely, which makes for spectacular visual events. I believe most planets call it a meteor shower, despite the inaccuracy of the name considering the content of the objects causing the blazes of light, but regardless... It can be an enchantingly pleasant phenomenon to observe."

His eloquence sparkled like flecks of water that turned into diamonds as they caught the sun atop a cresting wave. Sometimes it wasn't the best time or place for it, but she could never understand how he was mocked for it. "That sounds amazing," she said honestly, feeling the heat rise in her face as her eyes returned to the bed in the clearing. 

"The temperature is expected to drop significantly over the next few hours, and the prime viewing time is late into the night. Since you lack thermoregulated armor, I wanted to provide a comfortable place for us to watch it together. If you wish, that is."

"Wait, you came all the way up here once already?" Vel asked in disbelief.

"Yes," Tech answered evenly. "I desired to create a fairly romantic scene..." he drifted off, brows coming together as his eyes glazed over a bit, his mind clearly elsewhere running rapid analyses on his plan so far. 

"It's gorgeous," Vel said, stifling a shiver as the wind continued to whip at her clothes. 

Without another word, Tech beckoned for her to join him on the blankets, arranging the pillows a few different times until he was satisfied that he'd achieved the optimal placement maximum comfort. He watched with a small smile as she sank back into them with a contented sigh, tucked the thick fabric all around her, then shocked and delighted her further by scooting his own body down next to hers. Mere inches separated them, and she was positive he could feel all the yearning she tried so hard to stuff down. He folded his hands on his chest, resting his head on a pillow beside her and tipping his chin up to familiarize himself with the constellations that were beginning to sparkle as the evening gray faded into velvet black. 

His proximity was electrifying, and she was equally captivated by the myriad of glittering stars above her as well as the light whiffs of his scent, the little sounds he'd make as he focused or shifted, and the warmth radiating from even behind his plastoid armor that made her want to wrap herself around him. She asked him questions, pointing to the various attractions across the sky and relishing his soothing voice, with all its peaks and valleys, as he shared with restrained enthusiasm. Finally, they fell silent for a while, simply soaking up the sounds of nighttime life all around them. 

Vel wasn't sure if it were her imagination or not, but she thought she could hear his heart pounding in his chest. It almost echoed in his armor, and she felt a bit relieved that it matched her own infatuated state. It struck her just how far she'd come from the cynical, hopeless interruption he had first known her as, and she rolled her tongue in her cheek as she thought of the funny way life had of guiding everyone to destinies they would rarely expect. 

"Are you nervous?" she asked softly, watching him fidget in response. 

"I cannot discern any reason to be."

"That's not what I asked," she said, her voice laced with an affectionate smile. A chuckle escaped Tech's lips, and she could swear even his breath smelled irresistible. 

"I predict you will not allow this topic to pass by without a direct answer," he pondered, and Vel sat up on an elbow to peer down at him warmly. 

"You are correct." 

"Hm," he said, as though judging a famous piece of art and coming away unimpressed. "Yes, I suppose there are elements of nervousness in the current circumstances."

"So you can caress my face when I'm naked except for a towel, but..." Vel teased, laughing as he interrupted her with an accompanying stern glance.

"This is entirely different. But I see the irony. I just find it difficult to choose the right path... to navigate... Hm," he drifted off again, face tightening in puzzlement. 

"What if there isn't one right path?" she asked, inching her way toward him with her eyes fixed on his face, watching closely for any discomfort or protest. 

"While likely true, it only confounds the situation."

There were no words that had the right blend of snark and understanding, and Vel's attention had moved on to other things, watching his chest rise and fall beneath her. His arms were tucked behind his head, leaving his side exposed in such a way that it called to her to press against it. She slowly nuzzled her head onto his shoulder, resting the side of her forehead against his cheek as she tentatively shuffled sideways to fit her curves along his. Random edges of the armor jabbed here and there, but she didn't care -- she was glowing with joy at his closeness. She rested her palm in the center of his chest plate, fingers tracing idle circles on it as she finished fitting herself around him and rested still. To her surprise and delight, he reached the far hand over, taking her hand in it and cradling it against his heart. 

The shooting stars were luminous and awe-inspiring, but the deepest bliss came from the tingly warmth radiating throughout her as Tech's thumb wandered back and forth against her own. 

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[ryan-perera]

"Amidst the vast expanse of the universe, our souls found each other – and in that fleeting moment, infinity felt like home."

[geoffwhaley]

Book 1,027: Heartstopper, Vol. 5 (Hearstopper #5) - Alice Oseman

Where do I even start with this series. I’ve read the first four volumes multiple times. With each new release I hold my breath and cross my fingers that Oseman doesn’t somehow pull the rug out from under us. She definitely didn’t this time, it’s just more unadulterated queer joy and I am here for it. In Volume 5, Nick and Charlie have to come to terms with the fact that Nick is wrapping up…