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didyoulookforme · 6 months ago

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pov: you go to matty's childhood home

just some fluffy fluff. friends to lovers. half-baked, incoherent, unedited rambles.

in my mind this takes place in the same au as this and this—my weird little world with the matty and george love triangle.

warning: grammatical errors, typos. doesn't follow any real timeline nor irl facts or events.

masterlist here

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to be honest, you were surprised when you got a call from him earlier that day. your flatmate had answered your phone, screaming your name across the hall to let you know that he was on the other end.

huh. that was strange.

"matty? is everything okay?" even though it had been a few years since you’d met, it was rare to receive a call from him so in your head something bad must’ve happened.

"hi! yes, sorry. everything is good. is this a bad time?” he sounded a bit nervous, this not really putting you at ease. "um, i know this out of nowhere and very last minute but would you want to come up to my mum's with me... for a few days?" he quickly explained how he wanted to go visit his family, but didn't really want to go alone as he got bored easily (understatement of the century right there) and he didn’t want to spend three whole days with only his mum and brother. oh, the agony.

"i asked george but the tosser is too busy doing something else, i guess."

"so i'm your last resort, huh?" you teased, however deep down, a part of you was delighted he had reached out, knowing that he could've easily asked anyone else to tag along.

you thought about it. you did have the next few shifts off work so it might not be a bad idea to get out of the city even if it’s just for a couple of nights. it would do you good. however you had never travelled with just matty, but what's the worst that could happen, right?

well, as it turns out, there's a lot that can happen in 72 hours when matthew healy is involved. it was almost comical how unprepared he was for this short trip. you both were are the station and he had not only managed to book the train for the wrong time, but also the wrong date—part of you couldn’t help but think that he only invited you to deal with the very complicated logistics of this huge expedition. you felt somewhat sorry for him, yet you had to laugh at the situation. he just glared in return.

in the end, the train ride was more than lovely. you didn’t do it often but when you got a chance to, you made the most of it by studying the other passengers. wondering where they might go and sometimes crafting elaborate stories for the ones which caught your eye, making you feel like you actually knew them. matty was leaning against the window, forehead on the glass, looking at the countryside pass by. he had a small notebook with him, every now and then jotting down a few lines inside.

wonder which song that will be…?

it was a bittersweet feeling visiting his family home as you felt strangely at ease whenever you came. the town was small and quiet, his mum was loving and welcoming, the house was comfortable and safe, everything which you hadn't really experienced but always wanted.

just like the previous times you'd visited his childhood house, you found yourself at the back of the house, standing by the small creek, only this time there wasn't any alcohol in your bloodstream and no george, adam, or ross to chat with. only cigarettes and him.

it had been a while since the two of you had spent some time together. the last time was when he had stopped by the cafe before heading out on tour, mentioning that your workplace was on his way to the airport and he wanted to say hi as he would be away for a few months. you were pretty damn sure the airport was in the opposite direction but forgot to fact check, though.

to your surprise, the shallow water felt warm on your fingers so you decide to dip your feet in, taking a few steps towards the middle of the stream. the air was still, the water was peaceful. coming here had been worth it.

you turn around to face matty who was busy pulling blades of grass from the ground—he had the habit of doing so whenever he found himself on a green patch. it was cute. you splash some water in his direction to get his attention, most of the droplets landing on his hair. “hey!” brown eyes squint at you, nose scrunched up due to the sunshine falling across his face. you made a hand motion for him to come join. “it feels nice.”

he looks at you a second longer, small smile tugging at the corner of his lips before placing the cigarette between them. he rolls up the bottoms of his jeans, walking into the tiny river. “jesus. i thought you said it was nice, it’s fuckin' freezing.” you roll your eyes and shake your head. always a drama queen. but eventually he is besides you, cigarette still in his mouth, his close presence making your stomach turn in some sort of way.

the bright sun and clear water remind you of the previous year when the whole band ended up at a lake during a warm summer day, much like this one. george had dared all of them to get in the lake, no clothes on. to everyone's surprise, adam was the first to strip down and jump into the water. everyone cheered, including yourself. then it was ross, then george, and finally matty. you felt your cheeks grow red at the sight of a naked curly haired boy so you quickly faced in the opposite direction, not wanting anyone to take notice. "it's your turn, love!" erm. you shook your head, "…maybe next time." he made you promise as you uncomfortably shifted from one foot to the other hoping that time would never come.

"what are you thinking about?" lost deep inside your head, you didn't realize he was looking at you. "nothing," you quickly respond before taking the cigarette from his mouth and filling your lungs with smoke. you could tell by his expression that he didn't believe you but he doesn't press on either.

you give the now rather short cigarette back to him, turning your gaze down to look at your feet and his which makes your chest tighten. you knew matty and you enjoyed his company, but being that close to him was almost too much at that point in time.

"i really like it here, matty. thank you for bringing me along." you were still staring at your toes in the water. you also notice how now he was the one shifting his body weight between his feet. "um, i kind of lied to you." you finally gaze up at him. "yesterday when i called, i...", he bites his lip, "...hand't actually reached out to george to ask him to come." a nervous laugh let's you know that he genuinely feels bad for the small white lie. you act hurt at his confession, putting a hand to your mouth only you did this to cover the growing smile on your face.

not entirely sure of what to say, you place your head on his left shoulder hoping that would be okay. it must’ve been as in return you felt him kiss your hair and the palm of his hand found its way to the small of your back. neither of you making a sound but the subtle interactions—his thumb gently rubbing against the fabric of your shirt, his forehead resting on top of your head, his breath getting faster—meant more than any words could at that point.

#this is not that good but it was just in my drafts #so here it is #matty healy fanfic #matty healy one shot #matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #matty reader x you #fluff #the 1975 fic #the 1975 fanfic #mw #matty healy fluff #the 1975 fluff #bzrr luv triangle au

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captaincapsicle83 · 9 months ago

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In The Heights

Sam Wilson x Reader

A/N: The end is so cheesy and I love it 🤭

Summary: You don't like heights. You don't even like going up the elevator in Stark Towers. So your hero friends with the ability of flight, Tony, Falcon, Rhodey, and mayhe even Steve since he's always jumping out of planes, they find this the most amusing. Bruce understands, he doesn't like heights either. Good old Bruce.

Sam, and Steve are taking Bucky to Coney Island, and want you to come along. You have a blast with the games and such, but when Sam convinces you to go up the Ferris Wheel...

Warnings: Cursing, fear of heights? Is that a warning, maybe a few sexual implications if you squint real hard

Sam Wilson x Reader, Avengers x Platonic! Reader, Steve Rogers x Platonic! Reader, Bucky Barnes x Platonic! Reader. Tony Stark x Reader Platonic! Bruce Banner x Reader Platonic!

"I'm not making fun of you," Tony laughs, Bruce shaking his head.

"Yes, but you are," Bruce defends you. Tony laughs again, squeezing your shoulders. "No hard feelings?"

No, there weren't and he knew as such. Your fear of being up high came up at Tony's offer to let you take the suit for a test run. The joking in the hallway was what followed.

The three of you were in Tony's kitchen, late at night, past 3.

"Bagel?" You hear Tony ask, and you go to decline, but you are stopped when it smacks you in the face.

"Wow, okay," Bruce laughs, taking a bite of an uncooked pop tart. You had all been working in the lab all day, and as you normally did, you were unwinding in the kitchen. It was around 2 am, but you weren't exactly being quiet.

"Okay, nobody cry, but I have to bail tomorrow," Tony says, and you set up the bagel you didn't want before, but actually kinda wanted now. "Morgan has her first ballet recital. Promised I would make it."

You and Bruce aww, and you pop your bagel into the microwave.

"Well, I have a dinner tomorrow," Bruce admits bashfully.

"Oh, ho, ho," Tony laughs, you adding, "Good luck on getting laid."

Bruce nearly chokes on his poptart, and you pat his back in reassurance. "Use protection buddy."

"What about yo- Are you microwaving a bagel?" You look at Tony confused, before realizing you were indeed cooking your bagel in the microwave. No plate either, just straight on the microwave plate inside it.

"Oh my god," you shake your head, taking it out, and then dropping it on the floor. It was hot.

"Maybe you should get some rest," Bruce laughs as he helps you discard of your ruined treat.

"Yeah, probably," you shake your head at yourself. "You guys go to bed too. I do not want 72 hour Tony to make a comeback."

"Yes dear, of course," Tony nods solemnly as you walk out of the kitchen to your own bedroom in the compound.

You woke up the next morning, rolling over in your bed to che k the time on your phone.

11:47 [am]

"Early," you muttered to yourself.

You tried to cover your face with the pillow, blocking out the sunlight streaming through your blinds.

"Miss L/n?" A female A.I voice comes out through your ceiling. "You have a message."

Your eyes squint up at the ceiling, in confused thought.

"Would you like to hear it?" FRIDAY asked.

"Who's it from."

"From Mr. Wilson recorded on the 90th floor kitchen area 11 minutes ago."

"...okay, what's the message Fri?"

"He would like you to meet him, Mr. Barnes, and Mr. Rogers downstairs in an hour. On the 90th floor," She clarifies the last part.

"Why?"

"It was not said in the message."

"Yeah, but you listen to us 24/7, what are they doing?"

"I believe they've spoken of going to Deno's Wonder Wheel Amusement Park this afternoon."

Oh great, you think, pulling yourself out of bed. To be fair, you had absolutely nothing better to do with your day.

Might as well have a little fun.

"Your Captain America! Just do it!" You insist.

"It's not fair," Steve says. God damn him, and god damn his morals. You wanted that fucking turtle.

Bucky came back from the snack stand with Sam, handing you a thing of fries.

"Oh, good, Bucky, you don't have morals," his brow furrows at your words, opening his mouth to say something, when you start speaking again. "That. You throw the balls at the jars, knock them all down, you wij the big turtle."

"I could do that no problem," Bucky shrugs.

"Good heres five dollars," you hand it to him, and take his slushie. Steve looks annoyed, but follows Bucky to the tent. Probably to keep guard, or maybe just stare at him. Steve was weird like that.

You take a sip of Bucky's slushie when your sure he's not looking, turning to Sam.

"I feel like we're third wheeling on their date," Sam groans, motioning towards the two by the tent. You giggle at the thought.

"Probably are," you take another sip of the blue sludge. "Must've invited me so you didn't feel too lonely."

"I wanted to invite you," Sam says off-handley. "Good thing I did."

The sun was setting and the ride and games were glowing in bright colors all around you.

The four of you walked, ride to ride, you clutching your giant turtle plush, and much smaller stuffed seagull as you walked.

"That! We're doing the Ferris Wheel," Sam takes your prizes from your hand, giving them to Bucky. "You two can sit on a bench and stare into each other's eyes or whatever."

Before you can protest, and you seemed to be the only one who was going to, Sam had dragged you up to the line.

"Are you sure? It's high?"

"Huh? Yeah, no, it's such a great view."

You could feel your stomach turning cartwheels, and your breathing was shaky. You put on a smile, saying, "Oh, I bet."

Maybe I should say something, You thought as you nervously waited in line.

Maybe I should say something, You thought, now at the very front of the line.

Maybe I should say something, You thought, now in the seat, moving upwards.

Up.

"Look how beautiful," Sam marveled. You tried to grip the bar in front of you, to hold steady, but you rocked the cart a little, causing your heart to stop beating.

"Car- Hey, are you good," Sam looked at you, puzzled. You looked about ready to have a panic attack as you now clutched the side of the cart.

"Maybe I should've said something," you start, trying to look away before realizing that was a shit idea. Sam looked into your eyes waiting for an answer. "I don't really...do heights."

Sam looked at you for a minute, and you were worried. Worried he would think you were babyish, and stupid. He laughed, and you feared the worst. "You should've said that before we got up here."

You were over halfway up. You breaths were short and heavy, but as you released one tight grip, from your left hand, you felt Sam clutch it tightly.

"You gonna be fine?" You nodded at his words. You didn't look at the sights around you, as it made you queasy. Instead, you looked at Sam.

You took in his sweet face, and his chocolate brown eyes. His hand was soft and warm wrapped around yours.

As if feeling your stare, he turned back to you with a crooked grin.

"Preparing for the worst?" You were confused for a second, before realizing.

You stopped, and it scared you more than it should've. Here you were, at the top, higher than ever.

You took a hesitant look at the sights around you. It could be beautiful. The lights, the structures, the bustling nature. All you could think about was falling to your immediate death.

"You scared?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," You admit. It always felt good to say it.

"I have an idea to keep your mind off it," you turn away from the sights, and face him to further inquire.

You feel his lips warm and gentle against yours as his hands hold your face gently. You melt into his kiss.

Suddenly, the heights weren't so bad.

#sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes #marvel #sam wilson #marvel mcu #sam wilson fluff #fluff #reader insert

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newgabeorder · 2 months ago

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Press X To Pay Respects

Hello, anime fans. I, Gabriel Ramos, have something sad to tell you. Last Thursday, my father passed away. Lately, my live-stream plans have gone bonkers since my mother enforced me to prepare for his upcoming funeral, interfering with my usual schedule. As a result, I have delayed Toon Time Theater by twelve and a half hours.

070924 (All Times PDT)

Toon Time Theater Special Edition

"Journey To Your Heart"

7.0P - Toon Time Theater Peepshow

7.5P - Pokémon Master Journeys

Isekai Hour

8.0P - SONIC X (XXIII)

8.5P - TSUBASA: Reservoir Chronicle (XLVI)

CHAOS CONTROL

9.0P – Rick And Morty: The Anime (IV, subtitled)

9.5P - PUELLA MAGI MADOKA MAGICA (VI)

ONE PIECE Double Dose

10.0P - ONE PIECE

10.5P - ONE PIECE

Hall of Fame

11.0P - DRAGON BALL Z KAI

11.5P - FRUITS BASKET (2019 series, Episode 63, rerun)

Series Finale

080924

12.0A - HAIKYU!! (Season 2, Episode 30, E/I)

On the flipside, I still insist on live-streaming the series finale to the 2019 FRUITS BASKET series.

Next weekend, I hope I go back to my original live-streaming schedule following the funeral of my father. It's a shame he had to die after 72 years, and I was 28 when he died. Looks like all of the good times have come to an end.

#toon time theater #toontimetheater #anime #spotify #one piece #pokemon master journeys #sonic x #tsubasa chronicle #tsubasa reservoir chronicle #rick and morty anime #puella magi madoka magica #mahou shoujo madoka magica #dragon ball z kai #dragon ball kai #dbz kai #fruits basket 2019 #fruits basket #haikyu #haikyuu

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celestialcrownsvn · 1 year ago

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10/9/23 Update

We have just 72 hours left for our Kickstarter! If you haven't pledged yet don't miss out <3

I'm v tired today and my computer is super slow so I'm going to keep this one short and sweet.

Route Update

Some exciting news! Second draft of Aalam's route is complete. I just need to do some testing and then I'll be sending it over to the beta testers.

Aesthetic improvements

I'm working on some custom transitions to give the game more of it's own feel.

I've also added the last line to save screenshots so it's easier to recall where you left off.

Route Gameplay Video

I will be streaming the first three scenes of Aalam's route sometime in the next few weeks, most likely 10/20, on Twitch (harlevinvns). Join me in this FIRST look at Aalam's route as I'll be letting the chat make the choices! I will then record a clean version for sending to the Kickstarter backers.

Love Letters

The love letters have been written! I just need to tidy them up then I'll be sending them to the VAs. These will be sent to all Kickstarter backers.

Conclusion

Super excited to move on to Sahi's route! I will be doing one final third draft polish once all assets are in to tighten up the prose one last time, implement tester feedback, and of course finish programming with the new backgrounds and CGs.

#visual novel #celestial crowns #vndev #celestialcrownsvn #english otome #game development #english visual novel #lgbtq #kickstarter #crowdfunding

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duckprintspress · 1 year ago

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72 Hours Left to Pre-Order “Many Drops Make a Stream” by Adrian Harley

Our pre-order campaign for the sapphic fantasy novel Many Drops Make a Stream by Adrian Harley ends at midnight, GMT-12 (so, 8 a. m. Eastern Time on October 1st, 12 p. m. GMT). Make sure you order this fantastic, fun, dramatic debut before we close the orders. We’re less than $500 from reaching our next stretch goal!

Not hooked yet? Read the blurb!

A memory-stealing cult. The ever-watchful City of Eyes. Making small talk. Join Droplet as she faces all these horrors and more…

Vigilante shapeshifter Droplet has trained her entire life to take down those with more power than scruples, but she still makes mistakes. When a rescue mission goes wrong, a memory-stealing cult of blood mages escapes with kidnapped captives in tow. To save them, Droplet reluctantly teams up with the outgoing, tenacious Azera. Droplet knows better than to trust a human—she made that mistake once, and that person’s betrayal scattered her community across the known world—and she can tell Azera is hiding secrets behind her sunny smile. But if they can’t learn to work together, even Droplet’s own memories could be lost.

Today, we’re sharing our last teaser before the end of the campaign!

“Subterfuge isn’t one of my strength,” Droplet admitted. “You’re literally posing as a wealthy human businessperson, back home. What do you think that is?” “That’s easy subterfuge. Every rich human thinks they’re better than all the other rich humans in the room. I know I’m better than all the rich humans. Nobody suspects a thing.”

Don’t miss the chance to get this awesome, entertaining book by an up-and-coming queer author. Pre-order Many Drops Make a Stream!

#duck prints press #adrian harley #pre-order campaign #queer writers #queer business #queer books

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youtubeyouniversity · 4 months ago

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Welcome to the University Jacob!

You have 72 hours to create your account and send a ask to the main!

MUN

Name(What you will like to be called): Cation

Age: 26

Timezone: Mountain

Activity level: Variable with school year (I work for schools, more busy during the weekdays during school year)

Url: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/jacobalpharadxsquidx

MUSE

Youtubers name/channel: Alpharad (Jacob Rabon)

Age(age in the Rp 19- 25): 23 (he dropped out when he was 18 and now he’s coming back to finish what he started)

Major: Cinematography and Japanese

Content(beauty, gaming, vlog, etc): Gaming

Secret/ Why they are here: ACCEPTED

Background: Jacob Rabon was born in Norman, Oklahoma, and found an early interest in film as a child. He took video editing and cinematography classes in high school and community college, aiming to be an editor of some kind, but due to the limitations of creative freedom in that line of work, he left college to pursue making videos instead. He started his youtube career at around 18 with videos featuring flagship Nintendo titles, such as Mario, Smash Bros, Splatoon, Pokemon, among many more franchises beyond Nintendo as well like Sonic or Among Us. Most of his content involved challenges, running jokes, or speed runs. He’s been involved both as a player and a host of various Smash Bros esports events, and he’s dabbled in music as well. He streams often now, but he still posts edited or narrated videos of challenges, travelling, or events that he’s done in recent times.

Para Sample:(Has to be at least 2 paragraphs or 10-14 sentences)

Jacob absently scrolled through the games on his switch while he waited for the mail to arrive. He had the console propped up in the windowsill so he could see the mail truck arrive above his view of the switch’s tiny screen. Having eventually selected Splatoon, he played with his pro-controller, guiding his Octoling character around the warm-up range, popping the target practice balloons with deadly precision. He had been playing the game off camera to wind down basically every day, but he certainly couldn’t be bad at a game he played every day, could he? Well, he knew for sure he was far from the best, but at least he was far from the worst too. Maybe if the university has a splatoon team, he could play for them maybe? First things first he’d need to get that letter.

Jacob got another match, he was just playing turf war, something he could easily abandon and without worry for his rankings. His Octoling popped out up on top of her spanwer, armed with the vanilla octobrush (of course Jacob used a girl Octoling, they’re irresistibly adorable he couldn’t resist). Eager to dive on the enemy team, Jacob launched his Octoling as far forward as possible from spawn, rushing her down towards the middle of the stage with her brush inking a thin line of paint behind. From here Jacob guided his Octoling into a series of clever shark attacks on his opponents: hiding in a corner of his team’s color ink, and then striking an enemy from behind as they pass by, successfully splatting several opponents in sequence. He pushed the boundary of his team’s coverage as he killed one after another. Soon his special was fully charged, zipcaster, which would let him his zip and cling to walls like Spider-Man and rain ink down from the sky unto his next victims. The enemy team was pushed back up against their spawning grounds, and when Jacob saw that his foes entered danger, he used his zipcaster, changing his Octoling into a glowing bullet of color as she flew high up above. She lept from her high perch, the special already down to 80% and swung her brush, splatting one, then two enemies. Down to 60% he soared her back into the sky, the spot where his Octoling had just been painted the enemy team’s color in the instant after he flew. From an alternate angle, Jacob brought her back down into the fray, splatting a third opponent, leaving just one left. Hitting 20% and severely damaged by enemy paint, Jacob decided to take a risk. He pushed his Octoling further, flying directly into the last opponent. The contact splatted the opponent, but not without Jacob taking a fatal splash of ink at the same time, trading with the last opponent and earning a full team wipeout. A flash of white struck from the corner of Jacob’s eye.

The mail truck had pulled up to his mailbox and was inserting one white envelope inside. With the enemy team heavily endangered and wiped out, with ten seconds on the clock, Jacob dropped his controller to his chair as he flew out the door to get the letter. He came back inside with the letter ripped open and the words “accepted” gleamed from inside. He smiled and picked up his controller, clicking the “keep going” button that appeared on his victory screen. If the university had a Splatoon team, he will need to practice a lot with more than just turf war.

Secret Password: Chicken Nuggets

Additional Comments: the live splatoon 3 commentary has me DEAD - Lee

#submission

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k-sickies · 1 year ago

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Can I request a Hyunjin x gf! Reader fic where he has the stomach flu, he’s been feeling sick all day and doesn’t have anyone to be with because his members have schedules and y/n had uni work so he decides to do a live so he can talk to stay. So y/n is watching the live while on the way home and he accidentally starts throwing up and turns off the live so y/n rushes home to be there for him as his condition worsens and he struggles to keep anything down. But she’s there to take care and comfort him and it’s all cute and fluffy💝🤭

It's not the best. I'm so sorry! I hope you like it anyway. Let me know if you want a part two 🫶

Emeto warning!

The day’s terrible. Yes it’s absolutely horrible, that’s what Hyunjin decided. After he spent the whole night in the bathroom he was so exhausted the next day. On top of that he had to stay home alone since Chan insisted that he had to stay home until he would feel better for at least 72 hours. Sadly none of the members could stay home with him and his girlfriend was busy with uni work. He knew she had an important essay to finish and the last thing that he wanted was to interrupt her. He knew that she would come over immediately if he told her that he isn't feeling well. There's no way he would do that. Not wanting to burden her.

However, all he can do right now is laying down in his bed and scrolling through his phone. The medication helped with the nausea but his stomach was still in absolute agony. It was twisting and cramping uncomfortably. No position he tried seemed like it would relieve the pain in his stomach.

After a while of scrolling through his phone he laid it aside. His stomach was still churning uncomfortably but beside that he was very bored. There's this itch to just text his girlfriend and ask her if she could come over. But he decided against it. However, he had another idea in mind. Going live and talking to stays. That certainly would get his mind distracted from his stomach and help with the boredom. His rational side knew that it's not the very best idea to go live while feeling this way but he didn't think about the consequences.

It took a while to fix his hair and room to make him look somewhat decent and not downward sick but as soon as he finished all of it he turned on the live.

"Hello Stays~" he welcomed them with a sweet voice.

It didn't take long until the live was filled with stays and the comment section full of questions and nice comments. For about an hour he was talking to Stays. He actually managed to distract himself and he had a lot of fun with all of them. After a while his happiness went away as a harsh cramp went through his stomach and he noticed how he really was feeling. With the pain that settled deep inside of his stomach, it was hard to keep a straight face and not worry the fans. He's glad that he was in his room under his blanket. That way he could rest a hand on his stomach which was slightly bloated and tender to the touch. He had to admit that he isn’t so sure if he isn't about to get sick right now. The pain was way too bad, but to be honest he doesn’t even want to think about being sick. He doesn’t like it, being sick is always something he hates the most.

Meanwhile Y/N is took a short break from university work and checked her phone. All she wanted was to give Hyunjin a quick call and ask how his day was going but then she noticed the notification on his phone saying that her boyfriend is live. So instead she decided against calling him and joined the live stream. What she didn't expect was her boyfriend having a hand clamped over his mouth and looking terrified. The live stream ended shortly after.

"Shit" Y/N mumbled under her breath.

Without hesitation she dropped everything and basically run to the dorm. To her luck it wasn't a long way and she arrived in less than 10 minutes.

With her spare key she opened the door. Thanking Chan that he handed one to her after that one time he lost his key and locked all of them out of the dorm.

"Hyunjin??!" She called out. No answer.

Quickly Y/N made her way to Hyunjins bedroom and what she found there wasn't in her favor at all.

Hyunjin sat on the edge of his bed. A bucked between his legs and he was curled around his stomach. Saliva hanging on his lips. He sweated and was shaking like a leaf in the wind. It smelled like vomit in the room and Y/N couldn't help but cringe at the smell.

Carefully she sat down beside the sick boy.

"Baby? I'm here now." Y/N whispered in a soft voice.

She placed her hand on his back and rubbed up and down in a comforting motion.

Hyunjin immediately relaxed under the touch. His stomach empty and he spat one more time into the bowl.

"Can you help me? I feel gross.." he mumbled

Y/N nodded "Of course."

She helped him to the bathroom, where he cleaned himself up as she cleaned the bucket. He told her what was going on with him and what happened in the live stream while she helped him change into a fresh pair of pyjamas.

A few minutes later both of them laid down in bed.

Hyunjin rolled around in Y/Ns embrace and buried his head in her chest. A low moan escaped him. Somehow his stomach aching even more now that he emptied it.

“oh Baby, you don’t feel good, hm?” Y/N cooed.

“No..” Hyunjin slurred and got interrupted by a low whimper.

They stayed like this for a while. Just in the embrace of each other. It was a comfortable silence until it was interrupted by a burp and a loud rumble of the sick idols stomach.

Hyunjin isn’t the type to burp that much and usually does it if he feels nauseous and Y/N knows that. She knows Hyunjin way too well after being together for three years. She also knew from the low gurgles that came from her boyfriend's stomach. That was also something that only happens if he feels bad. Another burp escaped the idols lips, This time it sounded wet. Y/N widened her eyes. Knowing there isn’t much time until Hyunjin will get sick all over his bed and she isn’t a fan of that idea.

“Jinnie? You have to help me now. We have to go to the bathroom!” Y/N said a bit in panic

Hyunjin only nodded, too afraid to speak. He put one hand over his mouth and swallowed. Wow, he feels really nauseous now that he’s standing. His face is getting paler by the second.

Somehow the two managed to walk to the bathroom without an interruption. As soon as Hyunjin saw the toilet he immediately rushed up in front of it. Y/N found her way next to the sick boy and kneels down behind him. Hyunjin felt like throwing up. He's so nauseous. But nothing wants to leave his body, only unproductive gags. His stomach was in agony and all he wanted was relief. From behind Y/N wrapped her arms around him and started to rub the aching middle. She could feel that her boyfriend's stomach started churning underneath her finger tips. It didn’t look long for Hyunjin to hunch forward with a gag. He squeezed his eyes shut while he emptied himself.

“That’s it, Baby.” Y/N mumbled comforting nothings into her soulmate's ear.

After throwing up Y/N helped to clean up the other and walked with him back to his room. There the two laid back down, but not before Y/N placed a trash can next to the bed, just in case.

Hyunjin immediately curled up around his girlfriend. His head rested again on Y/Ns chest and he wrapped one arm around her torso.

“I feel sick.” Hyunjin whined

“I'm Sorry to burst your bubble but you are, Sweatheart!” Y/N said while he giggled a bit.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right..ugh” Hyunjin groaned.

Y/N laughed at the stubborn behaviour of Hyunjin.

She wrapped her arms around the dancer and pulled him closer. Y/N placed a kiss on her boyfriend's forehead.

"Give me one on the lips." Hyunjin whined.

"Sorry Baby. I don't want to get myself sick too. Then no one is there to take care of you." She said

Hyunjin pouted "Fine."

"I'm tired…"

"Try to sleep some, Baby." She said as she caressed through his hair

Hyunjin closed his eyes and slowly drifted off into dreamland. Y/N stayed by his side, caressing through his hair and leaving a few kisses on his cheek. She just hopes that he would feel better after sleeping.

#kpop sickfic #sickfic blog #emeto #sick!hyunjin #stray kids sickfics #ateez sickfic

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mental-mario · 1 year ago

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Part II: Borderline Boogaloo!

Before I continue about my experience in the psych ward, I want to thank my new friend (who is hopefully a real person) lady-macbeth13 for joining me and hopping aboard! I encourage you if you're reading this to click that follow button so you can be my friend as well. Hop aboard this thing before it takes off so you can say, "I knew him when..." Also, please help a friend out and tip me if you can spare it! You can't see but I'm shaking my change cup on the corner right now. I currently have no income, so I am trying to afford the monthly bills and also a video capture card and HDMI splitter so I can get live streaming off the launching pad! I am also trying to afford Super Mario Bros. Wonder, so I truly appreciate any tips you can help with! I want to get some online multiplayer up and streaming with everyone, so look out for that as well! Finally, my friend code on Switch is posted in my bio at this time and QR code is my profile pic, so send me a friend invite! I'm lonely and need friends! :)

So when we left off, I was getting strip searched by 2 nursing staff, and as kinky as that was, it ended rather abruptly when they had me put my jumpsuit back on. Before I could contain my arousal, they showed me to the infamous padded cell. Now, this is all taking place in a cramped, locked, dark area with no windows. The padded cell felt much like a cubicle made of the padded mats from gym class. The walls were the same material, and there was a camera up in the corner of the ceiling near the dingy yellow light. The door had a small slotted window as well. The staff member told me she had to show me the cell so she could document that she showed it to me, and I would only need to see it again if I got violent. From there I was let back out into gen-pop and was given a dinner tray with microwave pizza, which was probably the best thing I had there to eat. As an aside, you may want to make sure what you eat can be a finger food because it is a tall order to eat an overcooked pork chop or chicken breast with a plastic spoon.

As I sat at one of the tables in the dayroom, I got the chance to better observe the environment. There was a TV which was showing the ever-therapeutic local news, where they were running a story about another shooting somewhere. I started feeling less depressed already...There were also a few games like Jenga and Sorry available, which nobody played. Also available was some paper and colored pencils. I ate and sat in a stupor, as the atarax was still kicking in my system. There were posted rules on the wall, stating we are to remain in the dayroom during the day, participate in groups when scheduled, make our beds every day, and clean up after ourselves, including our food trays. The doors were all locked with security monitoring the main doors and cameras everywhere except for the bedrooms. There were a few locked doors designated for group exercise and meeting with the psych team, but I wouldn't get the chance to be evaluated or talk to anyone until the next morning. The rooms were mostly 2 beds but some were private. I did end up having a roommate that night which I hated, but he was quiet enough that I could sleep that night in combination with trazodone. Also in the room was a sink, a bathroom with half door (no lock), a toilet with no seat, and a shower that was surprisingly adequate. For other entertainment, if board games don't grab ya, you could walk laps around the nurse's station, and they even had a helpful sign to let us know that just 33 times around = 1 mile! I know nothing could make me feel more prepared to reintegrate into society than stumbling around the nurse's desk like a zombie in a paper suit that was 2 sizes too large for me.

Since I had checked myself in voluntarily, I was allowed to sign a discharge request notice, which would allow them no longer than 72 hours after submitting it to continue holding me. By 9:30pm, I was ready to go to bed after a long day, and I was also ready to sign the aforementioned form. The unit was loud with lots of hollering, and that triggered my anxiety and shut me right down. Brought me back to my year at the college dorm, which was traumatic and did not go well for me. When I knocked on the door to the nurse's station, I was informed that my nurse was busy at the moment, as she had patients on the other unit to attend to. I stood outside the station, waiting for my nurse to return. By 10:15, I had enough. I knocked on the nurse's door again and said that I didn't care who handled the form but that I wanted to sign it. This other nurse then comes out and gets in my face and tells me it has to be with my nurse and also, "you won't be leaving here tomorrow...I can tell you that!" She replied with such a nasty attitude, and if it's one thing you want to do as a medical professional working on a psych unit, it is to instigate someone with BPD. I started to get nasty right back, and the nurse slunk away back behind the glass, perhaps realizing that she wasn't making the best decision in that moment. I stood around some more until my nurse finally arrived at 10:30pm, and I was wondering the whole time at what point I could expect this experience to actually start making me feel better and less suicidal. Spoiler alert: that moment never came. After this nurse checked that I properly swallowed my late meds, I went to sleep at 11pm, which began quiet time.

I am going to break there and continue on in Part III for my next post, so make sure you click FOLLOW to make sure you don't miss out on that! After all, I feel like we are starting to become good friends now, so friend me and make me a part of your day! I will try not to be too needy! And again, my friend code on Switch is SW-4419-5159-3401. Send me a friend invite and I will accept! I'm lonely...and I'm also broke and unemployable, so please hook your new friend up with some tips on my page! Thank you, and I love you!

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jeeperso · 2 years ago

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D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft edition, Fundertainment Land arc part 1

GM: Alright, last time on the Yawning portal runners. OOC: Wrong channel. OOC2: Wrong thread. OOC: Wrong channel thread. And our heroes took a well earned vacation to the most luxurious vacation spot in all of Ravenloft: The beautiful Sapphire Islands. Where there was sun, surf, a wedding, fabulous door prizes, and surfing against werewolves. Jonni: “I got this book of tips on being hotter.” Gorbash: “In a physical attraction sort of way or a things in my proximity burst into flame kind of way?” Jonni: “Yes!” “Okay, so, Marsh, I’d ask what I can set on fire, but I’m guessing everything. So we need a safe word for when you want me to light everything up. Normally, I’d suggest ‘funderful’, but given the locale, I’m guessing that would be triggering. So…’Bigbooty’ when you want me to go nuts.” “I find the best defense is a good fireball.” "Welcome to Gunder and Danzi's Fundertainment Land,” the woman says in a chipper tone. "We welcome you to our funtastic home, and we kindly ask you to acknowledge and abide by all the rules here. So that we can maximize our fundertastical experience. “ "No running, no outside food or drinks, no loitering, no littering, no intimate moments, no questioning the rampant consumerism no escape. No escape. No escape. No hope. No escape. No escape NO ESCAPE.” Gorbash: “This is why I picked mercenary work instead of retail.” Jonni: “Wait, BACK THE FUCK UP. What was that about no intimate moments? I demand to speak with and murder your manager!” "Sorry, just on hour 42 of a 72 hour shift. You get used to it.... Or you get a knife and start stabbing people.” "As said, we're the Union. I am here to ascend the Murderhorn, awake the Yettirrasque, and lead us all to freedom from the burning ruin I will leave.” “I get to make the ruin!” Yog-sothoth: "So Poom's character sheet now says 'Wizard' on it, and—" Azathoth: "I think we missed something.” Nyarlathotep: "Awww. But I liked breaking the game with.....uh, ahem, paying attention now….." Nyx: "Bad, Nyar, bad. No breaking the fourth wall: it was just fixed after the last time." Edmund: ”OH COME ON!” Vesh: ”You know, as a cleric of Ioun, you probably should have seen this coming." Jonni: “I suggest violence.” Poom: "I think I'm on Jooni with this one: light everything on fire, and light the stuff that doesn't burn on harder fire.” Jonni: “So, we’re 3 for on that. One more and I can start burning.” “Okay, honey, you relax. We’ll meet back up after I help Marsh topple the banality of evil and smite its ruin upon the mountain.” Gorbash: “Ah, yes. Money talks around here. If only until they part you from it.” Jonni: “Jokes on them: Vesh makes her own. Sometimes they’re baby mimics.” “If they try, give them this.” Jonni hands her a card. It reads “You put my wife in a flask, you’re next. Jonni.” "Let's get to the action of taking this place down already. The longer I have to smell all this over-sugared food the sooner I'm going to snap.” “Am I becoming a responsible adult?” “Maybe, but I doubt it.” "Until closing time, topside cast members try not to get caught.” OOC: Kruez, save some 20s for the rest of us. “I think he’s sweet on you, Eddie.” You suddenly see a stream of black blood start coming out of his mouth. “That doesn’t disprove my theory.” Jonni: “Man, why is it always ‘nightmare circus’. When do we get to go to the magic porno circus?” Azathoth: "Insert 'big top' joke here.” OOC: Gets you right in the nostalgias. “Bigbooty?” Edmund takes up a defensive posture. "I have... Funderful Dollars.” "Come with me I have something to show you.” “Is it a world of pure imagination?” "Only 20% imagination, We have to conserve.” "You want access to the Murderhorn, I will grant it, if you can fight six golden tickets hidden throughout the park.” Gorbash: “Sorry was that ‘fight’; not ‘find’?" “Please. We’ll obviously succeed because we are pure of heart. Mine’s full of lust. You all get your own vices.” “They got an adults only zone?” “I doubt it. Even if they did, the best you'd get is overpriced booze in novelty glasses.” "All kid friendly and no porn, Jonni.” “This is the worst place we’ve been.” "Flaws not withstanding, everyone here has pure and noble hearts that would face down the world if their friends needed them. I'll wager on our side anyway.” “What have we told you about gambling?” "The lab we go to last, please leave the lab for last, I just know we have a big fight waiting there.” “So we go there first while we’re fresh.” "Rats, I knew my logic would ruin it for me.” "Gorbash, don't do that. You are creepy when making those kawai eyes.” “Sure. Let do this and get out of this hellhole.” "That may be an insult to hellholes.” GM: Anyone who gets over a 15 notice something odd about the food vendors. OOC: Odder than being carny food vendors? "None of this will do your cholesterol any good... Not to mention I think its nutritional quality is equivalent of a piece of cardboard.” "Bet you cardboard is healthier.” "That's a big Big Burger.” "Oh god, it is the size of a cart wheel.” "The Double Triple Bossy Deluxe on a raft, 4x4 animal style, extra shingles with a shimmy and a squeeze, light axle grease; make it cry, burn it, and let it swim. Doesn't quite roll off the tongue.” ”MARSHAL, AS I LIVE AND BREATH.” Jonni: “I sincerely doubt you do either.” "I'm with the union. Together we can shut this park down and you return to the Indigo Moon of Yarrl.” "This guy here was my top student, the one I entrusted all my recipes too.” “He killed a man with one of those. Or at least put him in a diabetic coma.” Gorbash: “What's the game, Big Steve?�� Big Steve: "Eating contest. One of you against me.” Gorbash grins. "Don't threaten me with a good time.” "Hey we got vegan dishes. Try our new cheese injected fried pickle. Or our goat liver filled with okra. Which is also fried.” "Neither of those are remotely vegan!” "Sure they are. Cheese is a vegetable right?" Marshal: ”Remember to eat the trough, too.” Gorbash: “Is it deep fried?” Big Steve: "And slathered with Hollandaise.” Jonni polymorphs Gorbash into a whale. “Marsh. Get a shovel.” Gorbash: “I feel like this was unnecessary.” Yog-sothoth: "As opposed to what else we've done?” "Ioun... Give pity to this good soul. Protect him from gastritis and heartburn…" Gorbash: “This is delicious Steve.” Big Steve: ”The secret ingredient is lard.” Nyarlathotep: "Not sure how secret that is.” GM: Next up: Baked Bean pizza. “The devil’s pizza!” "Told ya we had vegan stuff here. I mean if you eat around the pork.” "I traveled all across Yaarl, learning from the finest chefs I could find. Then I burned all my notes and made this in stead.” GM: Next up is... Meat Gelatin. “That was quite the quick escalation from unhealthy to war crimes.” "I think at least 3/4th of this park can be called war crimes, Jonni.” GML Next up is... LUTEFISK. Nyx: "No, not that abomination! I can't believe humans came up with that dish and demons didn't inspire them.” Yog-sothoth: "It was Deep Ones.” "No, how could you? That dish is banned on so many planes of existence.” "You think that’d stop me? I ate the last health inspector came round here.” "... I think i'm going to have to stick to salads for the next week…” "I used to eat people, and I agree." "Try our new Lasanga salad, with eight types of meat.” Gorbash: “Nothing teaches you to appreciate food quite like starvation.” "Await the sign, then all employees shall be released.” Inside is utter bedlam, you see dozens of screaming kids running around, jumping all over. OOC: player is getting Chuck-E-Cheese flashbacks…. You're pretty sure you see the kids pull down a waiter and skeletonize them. "Oh no...my irony sense is going off. It’s in the ball pit, always the ball pit.” "I hope not. I really hope not. do you know how unsanitary those are in NORMAL places?” “Those things are 60% urine by volume.” "As the one of us actually immune to disease, I volunteer as tribute.” “You'll rust from the ammonia.” Poom: "Wish whatever's in there'd eat a few of the kids. Turn the volume down.” "My guess, the balls are acid proof and that pit has acid underneath it hiding an acid swimming shark in it. Nasty things.” "Or it's a plastic-ball-ooze.” "No, no, no, no. Not again, not again. That happened at my 12th birthday party.” "I was distracted by the tiny slime.” “Why am I covered in goos!?!” "Sounds like a fowl condition.” “I say we cure the badger of his rabies and make him our standard adoptee for the domain.” “I mean wouldn't be the strangest thing we picked up. Also he should be a union rep.” Jonni makes a badger papoose and straps him in. “You shall be Vesh and I’s only son. You shall see the world through my eyes as I see the world through yours.” Gorbash: “Starting a family right after the honeymoon eh?” “Bitey. Avert your eyes. Mommy has to light some assholes on fire.”

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #ravenloft

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blxckdragonfly · 1 year ago

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Hold My Hand (Darkness Finds You Universe #9)

(Song: "Hold My Hand" by Lady Gaga.

Pairing: Chris Motionless & Lycia Winters "Pronunication of her name-- "Lai-shuh" (played by Ana De Armas)

Trigger Warning: Grief, Hurt/Comfort

Synopsis: When the week of the anniversary of Lycia losing her first love, Marcus when he burned himself alive is on the horizon-- Chris takes Lycia away for a much needed vacation to Paris.

Word Count: 5,790

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A/N: And we're back! In this piece, there is a nod to my Doctor Strange series (with this song being Kat and Strange's), so I hope you enjoy the easter egg if you find it too. Co-written with @blackrose-92! x Tiger)

Lycia and Chris’s Home: Scranton, Pennsylvania– March 10th, 2023.

The dreaded 72 hours are here again. I thought as I lay flat on my back in bed, I felt the familiar weight of grief and sadness settling on my chest, as if my heart were being crushed by an invisible force. I knew why, two days from now would be the day that Marcus was taken away from me.

My mind flooded with memories of his kind face and gentle soul, I thought of how the flames had consumed him, never being able to do anything but sob from the sidelines. I pictured his face in my mind, contorted in agony from the smoke and the heat and tears streamed down my face.

The pain and sorrow seemed unbearable and I felt my chest heaving with sobs. The sound of my sobs wake Chris from his slumber. He stirs and immediately opens his eyes, feeling a twinge of sadness as he sees tears streaming down my face. He moves closer to me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him in an embrace.

“Shh, Lycia,” He murmurs softly as he strokes my hair. “You’re alright. You’re safe.”

I continue to cry into Chris’s chest, clinging desperately to him as if I never want to let go. Chris felt a pang of sorrow in his heart as he realized why I’m crying. He runs a hand up and down my back in comforting motions.

“It’s almost time for your cycle again, isn’t it?” Chris asks softly, referring to my 72 hours of non stop grief. I nod silently against his chest, unable to find the words enough to express the grief that filled my heart. Chris holds me tightly to him as I hear him whisper that everything’s going to be alright.

I let out a deep sigh and allowed myself to relax against Chris’s chest, I finally found solace in knowing that someone cares enough for my pain and understands what I’m going through. For now, that was all I needed; the assurance that someone would be there for me during these difficult three days. Chris then smiles warmly at me as he takes both of my hands in his own. He looks like he has a plan and he’s determined to make it work.

“How about we take a vacation abroad?” He suggests softly as he gives my hands a gentle squeeze. “I know it won’t change things, but it will at least be a good distraction.”

I look up into Chris’s calming brown eyes, surprised by his suggestion. His thumb wipes away my tears as I nod slowly in agreement with his idea. Chris leans in close and kisses my forehead before continuing:

“Wherever you want to go, honey,” He said, gently. “I’ll take you.”

I sniff as I look up at him, the pain of missing Marcus still evident on my face. But there was something else there too, a spark of hope that maybe this vacation could help ease some of the pain I feel inside. I think for a moment before I speak again.

“Paris might be a good idea,” I suggest softly, more so to myself than him but Chris hears and smiles encouragingly before kissing my temple.

“Let’s do it then.” Chris says and hugs me to him.

Paris, France: March 11th, 2023.

The next morning, Chris has booked tickets for us both. We would be leaving soon for Paris. I couldn’t quite believe it. I’m so excited and I’m so touched to have such a loving boyfriend like Chris.

We arrived in Paris, everywhere I looked there were reminders of what I had lost; memories of Marcus that threaten to break my heart again. Despite the sadness that threatens to overwhelm me, I couldn’t ignore how beautiful everything is. The Eiffel Tower towered over us, the Seine River sparkles in the sunlight and even the cobblestone streets are a reminder of France’s rich history.

Everywhere, there’s beauty and yet it also fills me with a pang of grief. Chris watches my reactions somberly, his heart aching for me– I know he had lost people he loved but not his first love like I have, which even makes it a bit painful for him too. He pulls me close to him, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Come on, baby,” He replies softly. “Let’s find something fun to do.”

I nod hesitantly as he led me away from our hotel towards a nearby park. As we walk along, hand in hand, I can feel myself start to relax a little; Chris’s presence makes everything seem okay somehow. We spent the day exploring various parts of Paris together; visiting art galleries and taking boat rides along the Seine, simply enjoying each other’s company in the city’s many parks and gardens.

Finally, as dusk started to settle, we found ourselves back where we had started– at the base of the Eiffel Tower. Chris turns to look at me, he smiles softly before pulling something out of the pocket of his leather jacket, tickets for us both to go up into the tower. My heart melts and tears of happiness, not sadness fill my eyes.

“Babe…” I breathe out a gasp. “You didn’t.”

Chris smiles and takes my hand in his. “I did,” He whispers softly, his eyes twinkling with admiration and love. The two of us make our way up to the tower, stopping periodically to take photos or just take in the breathtaking views that Paris had to offer.

As we reach the top, we stand together looking out over the city, both of us feeling a little overwhelmed by it all. We both know this moment is special, it would be something that would forever be remembered in my mind. Finally when we have taken enough pictures and taken enough memories, we turn to leave the tower– but before we could do anything else, Chris suddenly pulls me into his arms and kisses me, deeply.

The kiss is full of passion and emotion and when we finally pull apart– I feel like I’d been launched into the heavens above. Chris looks deeply into my eyes, his love for me evident in every breath he’s taking.

“Lycia,” Chris says softly. “This place is special to us both. I know it can’t replace the memories you had with Marcus, but I want to create new ones with you here. Paris will always be a reminder for us, a marker of all that we’ve gone through together.”

To tell me you need me

Hold my hand, everything will be okay

I heard from the heavens that clouds have been grey

I feel my heart swell with emotion as Chris speaks; I couldn’t believe how lucky I am to have such an amazing person in my life. I smile up at him before leaning forward and kissing him again, our foreheads touch as I run my fingers through his blonde hair to his tattooed jawline and neck.

“Even though I miss him,” I reply in a murmur, my voice nearly a whisper. “Being here in Paris at this moment with you is so special to me; you might not know it but every day that you’re with me, Christopher Cerulli, you fill that empty space in my heart that Marcus left.”

Chris smiles warmly at my confession before cupping my face in his tattooed hands and kissing my forehead tenderly. For a moment, the two of us just stand there, looking out at the city of Paris, with only the sound of our breathing to fill the silence between us.

Finally, he pulls away slightly and looks into my yellow-green hazel eyes. His brown gaze is full of love and admiration as he says softly: “I love you, Lycia. I can’t promise the world or that everything will be perfect but I can promise you that I will always be here for you and you will never be alone, no matter what happens.”

I smile up at him in response before reaching up and pressing my lips to his once more in a kiss full of passion and emotion. I feel like I can really feel Chris’s love for me in that moment and it makes my heart flutter with joy. When we pull apart, neither one of us wanted to leave just yet, we wanted to stay there forever looking out over Paris from atop the Eiffel Tower.

Pull me close, wrap me in your aching arms

I see that you're hurtin', why'd you take so long

But eventually, we have to make our way back down and Chris takes my hand in his as we descend the steps together. As we make our way to the bottom, Chris and I pause to take one last look at the Eiffel Tower before we turn away and make our way back into the city.

I can’t help but feel a sense of peace wash over the sadness I had when we’d arrived because of my grief over Marcus, but as I walk hand in hand with Chris, I feel like nothing can go wrong when he’s by my side.

We continue our walk through the cobblestone streets of Paris as we make our way back to the hotel that we’d been staying in. As I walk, I couldn’t help but marvel at how amazing it feels to be here in Paris with Chris; it’s like all of my sorrows are melting away.

To tell me you need me? I see that you're bleedin'

You don't need to show me again

Suddenly, I pause in the midst of our walk and look up into his loving chocolate brown eyes. Before either one of us could say anything, I lean forward and press a kiss on his lips, making him chuckle as he pulls away and raises an eyebrow at me quizzically.

“What was that for, honey?” Chris murmured as I shrug my shoulders coyly with a smile.

“For being the best boyfriend I can ever ask for,” I whisper lovingly. “Thank you for making me feel better, Chris and for all of this; bringing me here to get away from my grief.”

Chris smiles down at me before placing another tender kiss on my forehead as he wraps his arms around me protectively. He then pulls away slightly so that he can look into my eyes with an emotion filled gaze before speaking quietly: “Of course. You know how much I love you, Lycia. I will always be here for you.”

As we stand there, embracing each other in the middle of the cobblestone streets of Paris, I’m overcome with a feeling of immense gratitude towards Chris. I never thought that I’d find myself in love with someone again after going through the tragedy of losing Marcus and yet, here I am, in Paris with Chris Motionless, the fearless frontman of Motionless in White; a man who could have had any woman he wanted but here he is, loving me and supporting me unconditionally as I battle my sadness.

I pull away from our embrace so I can look up into his eyes and smile, then leaned forward to press another gentle kiss on his lips before resting my forehead against his; he then sighs contently and wraps his arms around me again tightly, pressing a kiss against my hair as if to reassure himself that I’m really there.

But if you decide to, I'll ride in this life with you

I won't let go 'til the end

The two of us remain like this for some time until finally I pull away yet again and look up at him with bright eyes full of love and adoration.

“I feel so lucky to have you,” I say quietly. “Thank you for being here for me.”

Chris smiles down at me before placing a soft kiss on the top of my head once more before pulling away so he can look into my eyes with an expression filled with emotion.

“No one has ever made me feel the way that you do, honey,” He whispered hoarsely before leaning forward to gently press our lips together again, this time for much longer than before. “And I’m not going anywhere anytime soon,” he breathes against my mouth when we pull apart again.

So cry tonight

But don't you let go of my hand

You can cry every last tear

I couldn’t help but feel my heart melt with happiness at his words as tears spring in my eyes and I smile back up at him lovingly before throwing my arms around him again, gratefully. We hold each other like this until finally we separate yet again and begin walking toward our hotel, hand in hand.

When we arrive back at our hotel, Chris led me to our room and opens the door for me so that I can go inside, he then follows closely behind me as I take in all the enchanting details of our room; from the luxurious bedding that adorn an ornate four poster bed in colors of white and blue to the view out of the window which overlook some of Paris’s iconic architecture.

Finally, Chris steps forward and wraps his arms around me from behind as he rests his chin on my shoulder before speaking softly into my ear:

“Lycia,” Chris whispers into my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin and making me giggle. “I’m so lucky that you’re mine.”

I feel my heart flutter with emotion and I turn in his arms to meet his brown gaze, feeling a wave of love wash over me. Chris leans forward and places a passionate kiss on my lips and rests his forehead against mine. He trails his fingers gently down the side of my face before speaking again.

I won't leave 'til I understand

Promise me, just hold my hand

“You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met,” He says, his voice overflowing with sincerity. “You’re also the bravest and strongest too. You’ve been through so much tragedy and nearly left this world because of it. I’m so grateful that you chose to be with me.”

I melt into Chris’s embrace as he holds me close to him, taking delight in the warmth of his strong arms around my body and letting out a sigh of contentment as tears stream down my face.

Chris brushes them away tenderly with one hand, never once breaking our gaze until finally I bring up a hand to cup his cheek, thumb tracing his tattooed jawline before I lean up towards him and gently press our lips once more in a sweet and passionate kiss that seems to go on forever.

Eventually we pull apart again and Chris continues to look deep into my eyes; smiling softly as he speaks.

“Baby,” Chris whispers, his voice filled with emotion. “I love you more than words can ever say and I’m so thankful that you’re in my life.”

I feel my heart swell with happiness at his words and without thinking, I lean forward and kiss him again. I never want to leave this moment, being here in Paris with the man of my dreams.

“I love you too, Christopher Cerulli,” I murmured. “I’m just as thankful that you’re in my life too, if not more.”

Chris smiles at my words and leans his forehead against mine, our noses touching lightly and our eyes close as we take a few moments to simply just be together. I hear Chris let out a faint but content sigh before he speaks.

Raise your head, look into my wishful eyes

That fear that's inside you will lift, give it time

“You’ve been everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner,” His voice is soft, warm and loving. “You make me happier than I could have ever imagined.”

I smile up at him and I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my body close to his. I feel safe and secure in his embrace, free from the world’s troubles, free from my mourning over Marcus and just overlooking the view of Paris from their hotel room’s balcony and just being in the moment with him.

Chris slowly places feathery kisses down the side of my face, making me giggle before he gently places one on the corner of my lips, lingering there for a moment as if savoring the taste of my kiss before eventually pulling away.

“I want you to know that no matter what happens in life,” Chris says seriously, looking deep into my eyes as though trying to convey his message through them alone. “I’ll always be here for you, Lycia.”

I can see everything you're blind to now

Your prayers will be answered, let God whisper how

I nod and after I kiss him sweetly on the cheek while I take a photo of our gorgeous balcony and view of the city to post on Instagram, we both settle down into our stunning hotel room in Paris for the night.

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After ordering some vegan dinner through room service, we snuggled up to each other and watched movies on the couch until finally sleep came to claim us both.

Magic Circus Tattoo-- Paris, France: March 12th, 2023.

The next morning, I wake up first and smile at the sight of Chris still sleeping beside me. I carefully got out of bed, trying to not wake him up. I change into a red bodysuit, a black faux leather skirt, fishnet tights and a pair of black boots, after putting my hair into a ponytail and grabbing Chris’s faux leather jacket– I head downstairs to the lobby for breakfast, after a delicious of vegan crepes and oatmeal with fresh fruit, I decide it’s time for my long-awaited surprise tattoo since Chris and I had passed a tattoo shop near our hotel.

I have been planning this since before we left for Paris and I know that it has to be done here, after everything Chris has done for me. I quickly make an appointment and soon enough, I’m in the chair with my arm stretched out in front of me.

Taking a deep breath, I remind myself why I’m getting the tattoo in the first place– for love– and smile as the artist starts working on a sketch of a beautiful purple rose on my right arm above my elbow. Once it was finished, I ask the artist if she could add one more thing– two small letters, ‘C’ and ‘L’ above the rose which stood for mine and Chris’s initials together, symbolizing our bond and love for each other.

The artist nodded and began engraving those final touches onto my skin before announcing that my tattoo is done. I beam with pride as I look at my new tattoo and marvel at how beautiful it is and how much it means to me. I can’t wait to show Chris when he wakes up.

To tell me you need me, I see that you're bleedin'

You don't need to show me again

Later that morning, I walk back into our hotel room to see Chris is finally awake and is going through his emails on his laptop, he looks over the screen as he sees that I have a huge smile on my face. He raises a brow at me.

“What’s up with the smile?” Chris asks as I grin and take off his leather jacket and set it on the couch.

“You brought me here as a distraction from my grief for Marcus,” I speak in a soft but loving tone. “This is my way of saying thank you.”

Chris’s chocolate brown eyes widen as I show him my new tattoo when I sit beside him on the bed. He stares at it in awe before finally looking at me with a gentle smile on his face.

“It’s beautiful, Lycia,” He says, reaching out to trace the outline of the purple rose and the letters with his fingers. “I’m so proud of you.”

I smile and nod as I tell him all about my experience in the tattoo shop, from my initial idea to how I wanted to include our initials in as well. Chris listens intently as I speak, nodding along and occasionally squeezing my hand in a comforting gesture. After I finish talking, we just sit there for a few moments in comfortable silence before Chris speaks up again.

“I know that Marcus was your first love,” He began quietly. “But I promise you that I’ll do everything I can to make sure that I’m your last love.”

But if you decide to, I'll ride in this life with you

I won't let go 'til the end

Tears prickle in my eyes as I look up at Chris with a mixture of gratitude and love. I reach up and cup his face between my hands before I lean in to kiss him passionately. After we broke apart, the shock of Chris’s words still linger in the room.

“I did not think that that was going to come out right,” Chris chuckles softly as he runs his thumb over my cheek. “But I’m so glad it did.”

I smile before giving him another lingering kiss, this one gentle and slow as I wrap the arm that wasn’t hurting around his neck. When we finally pull away from each other, I look into his eyes fondly.

“Even if it didn’t come out right, I’d know exactly what you meant, babe,” I say with a giggle. Chris smiles back at me before leaning in for one more kiss, both of us savoring the moment before I go and start the aftercare of my new tattoo.

The Paris Catacombs: March 13th, 2023-- Paris, France.

The next day, Chris and I decide to take a tour of the Catacombs underneath Paris as recommended by Zak Bagans, who I’ve become good friends with after working with him on multiple photo shoots in the past for Ghost Adventures. I wear my “Dark Room” black and white striped bodysuit and “Avenged” pleated skirt from Disturbia, the same fishnets I had worn when I went to get my tattoo, and my black combat boots.

Chris was not particularly excited about visiting a dark and eerie graveyard even though he does like the aesthetic of a graveyard, he’s holding onto his breath like he’s crossing a cemetery as we walk inside after buying our tickets until I notice him doing it and I speak up.

“Babe,” I say as I shake my head. “This is not going to help you at all.”

Chris let out the breath that he has been holding on to and he gives me a sheepish grin.

“Well, you never know,” He says, passing off his fear with jokes as we continue our exploration until we reach the walls of human skulls and bones, one particular wall has a white cross on it. Chris’s apprehension changes to excitement at the sight of seeing so many bones in one place and he grins.

“We need to film a music video down here,” He looks around in awe.

So cry tonight

But don't you let go of my hand

You can cry every last tear

“Baby, I don’t think the bones would be able to handle your music,” I say with a laugh. Chris thinks about it for a moment and nods in agreement, knowing I’m probably right.

As we take photos by the wall of bones, we stop by the gate leading further into the tunnels which means our tour has come to an end and Zak had told me to not take another step.

As I’m looking at the walls of bones, I suddenly hear a shriek of terror coming from Chris and I see that he’s gone. When I finally catch up to him, he’s standing by the entryway to the Catacombs, sitting on the steps in a panic.

“Babe? Are you okay?” I ask as I kneel beside Chris, he shakes his head and looks up at me, I can see his face is pale and his eyes are wide with terror as he sips on a water bottle because he’s nauseous.

“I fucking hate Zak Bagans,” Chris mutters under his breath and I chuckle, but seeing him so pale makes me feel so bad.

“What happened in there?” I ask as I run my fingers through his blonde hair. He sighs as he tries to calm his racing heart.

“I heard what sounded like a female voice in there,” Chris explains. “I thought it was you but when I saw that you were on the other side of me and looking at the walls, I panicked and I ran out here. That scared the living fuck out of me.”

“Dammit, I should have had Zak send me a spirit box,” I mutter under my breath and Chris hears me, his eyes widening.

“You– What?” I laugh as I shake my head at him. I wrap my arm around his tattooed neck.

“Never mind, it’s alright,” I say soothingly. “Let’s just forget about it and head back to our hotel room.”

Chris nods in agreement before we make our way out of the Catacombs, once we’re out in the fresh air, we both could tell how heavy it was inside and Chris lets out a deep sigh of relief which I can only smile at him in an amused response.

When we arrive back at our hotel room, Chris takes off his shoes and flops down on the bed with exhaustion while I walk over to him after taking my boots off, I sit down on the bed and he lays his head on my lap. I run my fingers through his blonde hair while I start texting Zak about what had happened.

I won't leave 'til I understand

Promise you'll just hold my hand

Chris closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths, trying to ease the tension he’s feeling. My fingers gently running through start to comfort him and he slowly begins to relax into me.

We stay like that for a few moments until my phone buzzed with a text back from Zak.

“I texted Zak,” I say softly. “He found it amusing when I told him that you said you hated him and he said not to worry and to just say your prayers, you should be fine.”

Chris shakes his head at me and opens his eyes to glance up in slight surprise that I have reached out to him so fast. He seemed better that Zak wasn’t mad and he knows that no matter what happens, I have his back.

“Of course he did. Thanks Zak,” Chris mutters and I start to giggle as he leans his head back in my lap, closing his eyes against me.

I begin to hum a song by Selena, “Dreaming of You” as I move my fingers from his hair to his tattooed jawline, tracing the lyric to Saturday Night by Misfits.

“Mm, what song is that?” Chris mumbles into my lap, making me smile as I continue my pattern with my fingers.

“Dreaming of You by Selena Quintanilla,” I murmured. “It’s one of my mom’s favorite songs, she used to sing it a lot when I was little. Something about the way she would sing comforted me when I’d be feeling scared. I thought it might help.”

Chris smiles in appreciation at me as he enjoys the comfort of my touch as the fear he had while being inside the Catacombs starts to fade away, my humming has come to an end and I begin to sing the lyrics to him softly, my voice sweet and gentle like honey.

"I just wanna hold you close, but so far, all I have are dreams of you..." My hand moves down to trace his tattooed arm as I continue to sing. "So I wait for the day and have the courage to say how much I love you. Yes, I do."

I can see Chris starting to melt against me and feel more relaxed than ever as we both lay on the bed in our hotel room and get settled for the night.

“Lycia, honey?” Chris asks as he reaches for my hand, taking it in his own and laying a soft kiss on my knuckles. I hum in response and look over at him now that he’s laying beside me. “How have you been feeling since we’ve been here? I don’t think I’ve seen you shed a single tear over Marcus this entire trip.”

Hold my hand, hold my—

Hold my hand, hold my hand

I'll be right here, hold my hand

Hold my hand, hold my—

Hold my hand, hold my hand

I'll be right here, hold my hand

“I’ve been doing alright,” I say quietly. “It’s not easy but I’m trying to keep it together.”

Chris smiles and moves to brush away the few errant strands of caramel brown hair from my face. He brushes the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip as he looks into my yellow-green hazel eyes before leaning closer, our lips brushing against each other’s before our kiss deepens, I press myself closer to him as if seeking reassurance that he’s really by my side, that he’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

When we broke apart, I looked up at Chris with a small smile on my face.

“You promised me that you’d be my last love,” I whisper. Chris nods and returns the smile.

“And I meant it, babe,” He spoke in a gentle voice as he ran his fingers through my hair. “I’m here for you and I promise I will never, ever, break that promise.”

I give a relieved sigh as I snuggle closer to the warmth of Chris’s body and feel him wrap his arms around me, protecting me from anything that comes our way. I can feel myself becoming more and more relaxed by the second as I let out a content breath.

But even then I knew that that dreadful day was upon me again without even glancing at any type of clock that it’s midnight– March 14th. Three years since I’d lost Marcus as I feel a wave of grief coming on.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you too,” I murmured into his shoulder as tears fell down my cheeks as I let out a shaky breath, trying to contain the emotions that threatened to overtake me. Chris tightens his grip around me and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“Lycia. Hey. Sh, don’t cry.” Chris says softly with a sigh as he brushes away a few stray tears from my face with his thumb before pressing our foreheads together in an intimate gesture of love and understanding. “You won’t lose me. Do you hear me? You don’t ever have to worry about that, honey.”

I sniffed and nodded as I cling tightly onto him, afraid that he would disappear if I let go of him. I still couldn’t shake the fear that one day Chris would be gone just like Marcus.

“I’m so scared,” I whisper brokenly into Chris’s chest as more tears fall down my cheeks. “I’m scared and I hate feeling like this.”

Chris runs his hand up and down my back as he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“I know, baby. It’s alright,” He whispers softly. “It’s okay to be scared.”

Chris looks over my shoulder and he sees that it’s midnight on the clock beside the nightstand and he understands why I’m crying now. It’s the anniversary. He holds me close as I wept softly against him, we stay like that until morning.

I know you're scared and your pain is imperfect

But don't you give up on yourself

Chris gently wipes the tears from my eyes as I look up at him with a look of sadness mixed with hope in my eyes. He gives me a soft smile.

“Hey, I know how hard this is for you,” Chris murmured. “But you have to keep going, alright? You’re strong, stronger than you give yourself credit for and I believe in you, definitely.”

The corner of my lip curls into a small smile as I nod before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Chris’s lips.

“Thank you, babe,” I whisper against his lips before snuggling closer to him to seek comfort from him. Chris returns the kiss before pulling back to look me in the eyes with a loving expression. He brushes away some stray hairs from my face before reaching out to cup my face in both hands, gently brushing his thumbs over my cheeks.

“You are so strong,” Chris says softly as he gazes into my eyes with adoration before leaning forward again to press his forehead against mine. “And I will always be here for you.”

As comforting as hearing that, it didn’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. What scared me the most was that one day I would wake up and I’d find Chris like I had Marcus... And it would be all my fault.

“You won’t leave me, right?” I sniffle as I look into his soft brown eyes, the gesture tugging on Chris’s heartstrings.

Chris lightly strokes my hair and places two gentle kisses on my face– kissing away my tears.

“Sh, you don’t ever have to worry about me leaving you,” Chris whispers. “I’m here for you always and I’m never going anywhere.”

I finally pull away from Chris and meet his eyes with a soft smile on my face.

“Promise? You won’t leave me like Marcus did?” I say with apprehension in my voice. Chris smiles reassuringly at me, taking both of my hands in his tattooed ones and giving them a squeeze before bringing them up to his lips for a gentle kiss.

“Honey, I promise,” He says firmly as he looks directly into my eyes. “I always keep my promises, you know that. I’m never ever leaving your side because you know I love you. I will always love you, Lycia Rose. From now until the end.”

I've heard a story, a girl, she once told me

That I would be happy again

My heart melts at his poetic promise and I bury my face into his chest, Chris smiles as he rests his chin on the top of my head as he holds me, and I know that it pushes away my irrational thoughts. He’s here and he will always be here for me and that’s all I need to make it through this.

"I love you too," I whisper as he kisses me softly and I drift off to sleep in his arms; knowing that tomorrow we have to leave this wonderful city and head back to reality.

Hold my hand, yeah

Hold my hand, oh yeah

Hold my hand, hold my hand

Hold my hand…

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2023 Bahama Cruise, Part 1. March 5.

We left on the top of the tide, day break Saturday March 5. Spent a peaceful day behind Tavernier Key. Woke up at 0330 and were under way by 0400 Sunday morning. Nancy was up on deck with the spot light looking for crawfish trap buoys. Overcast skies prevented the mostly full moon from helping us see. Once we were clear of the reef and possible buoys we turned for South Riding Rock, Bahamas.

About an hour off shore the sun finally rose. Crossing the Gulf Stream was about as calm as could be expected. We just motored the whole way with little to no wind. When there was a touch of wind, of course it was directly on the nose.

Nancy was getting an early nap in case we decided to sail late into the night. You can see how smooth the Gulf Stream was, very few white caps. During the first half of the crossing we had up to 35 degrees of crab into the Gulf Stream just to maintain course.

I got my nap in also, still wearing Life Jacket, sailing harness and gloves. In case I have to respond on deck on a moments notice.

As we closed on to the Bahama side of the Gulf Stream where the current is the weakest, we had to change course and speed to dodge a freighter. All together there were three freighters coming from two opposite directions that we were weaving through. So when you change the geometry avoiding one freighter, you change the geometry of the other two as well. But there was enough clearance we were still good on the other two freighters. Eleven hours after crossing the Florida Reef we crossed on to the Bahama bank. It was actually glass calm by that point.

Standing guard next to our compass is a statue of “The Saint of the Sacred Heart”. We found that on the beach at Long Key State Park, Florida Keys a year earlier. There was a nearby deserted Cuban refugee boat on the beach. We figured it had safely overseen the Cubans crossing the Gulf Stream. As we safely crossed the “Stream” this time, I realized this was the 4 th time this statue has safely crossed. It crossed with us both ways last year, now once this year, plus with the Cubans.

South Riding Rock is not much to see. Just amazed at the early sailors, who did not have the luxury of Global Positioning and detailed charts.

We only saw glassy smooth seas for two days last year while in the Bahamas. First day this year and we are seeing the bottom crystal clear in 25 feet of water. Above are where the local Bahamians catch Crawfish. They are know as “casitas”. Usually they are 4 ft. x 8 ft. pieces of corrugated metal weighted down by concrete blocks. Each diver may keep track of 500 to 2,000 of these.

Chugging along at 5.5 to 6 kts. Running at 2,000 rpm for 72 miles. We crossed onto the Bahama bank around 1615 and planned on anchoring around sunset. Plan was to anchor the next day after an easy 50 mile day crossing to the east side of the “Bank”. Winds were forecast to pick up the next night, while we would be anchored on the bank. We had each gotten a nap in during the day, so we decided to press through the next 50 miles.

Around 1700 as Nancy was down below making a Curry Chicken and rice dinner. An exhausted little bird landed on the boat. We were 25 miles from the nearest land with only an hour of daylight left. There is very little fresh water available on these islands. Had we not been there, I am sure he would have shortly flamed out and ditched in the ocean.

How many times have birds landed on top of our boat without us knowing? Just taking enough of a break to continue on. A boat in the same area last year, had an owl land on their boat.

After it flitted around the cockpit a little bit. It seemed to settle down for the night. Then all of a sudden it flitted to the edge of the cockpit and slid out of sight onto the deck. Nancy looked for it just before dark and did not find it on deck.

We assumed it had flown off into the sunset, and wished the little fellow well!

After a great dinner we took turns on watch as the other person slept in the cockpit. We traveled 132 miles total the first day, anchoring around 0130 in the morning.

We anchored in 15 feet of water on the “Bank” one mile off the route coming through North West Channel. Two other sailboats had pulled off the route, short of where we like to anchor. Multiple motorboats, sailboats and a Island Freighter were all buzzing through North West Channel at 0100 in the morning. Busy place in the middle of the night. This is a natural coke point for boats crossing the “Bank”.

BIRD UPDATE: While Nancy was at the helm for the anchoring. I went forward to the anchor locker and opened it up. With my headlight on bright white, I retrieved the anchor snubbing lines, stood up to run the anchor chain out by the windless. As the chain started to rattle up out of the locker. Something jumped up, then fell back on the pile of chain. Somehow the little bird had found its way into the chain locker and ridden 25 miles further east than we had last seen it on deck. The bird was in total shock now, due to the headlight and chain being jerked out of the locker. I was able to scoop it up and put it back in the cockpit for the night. We quickly anchored and went to bed.

Waking up before sunrise, I started thinking about the bird and how to give it some fresh water for its journey.

Nancy woke up and went into the cockpit after sunrise to check on the little guy. He was already gone. At least it had a good nights rest before flying off. We were now either 25 miles closer or further away from his destination. Not sure if we helped him or not.

BIRD UPDATE #2: Even though Nancy thought she had looked all around the cockpit and could not find the bird. I found the little bird a while later, after I started moving more gear around. Unfortunately, it was dead. It died peacefully, at least it had not faltered and drown at sea.

With only 24 miles to Morgans Bluff for us to clear into the Bahamas, we had a leisurely start to the day. Calm winds and glassy smooth water. We turned on the new water maker and it worked great. Even though our 22 gallon aft tank was only half empty. This was clean water and the water maker needs to be run once a week. So it took 2 hours to fill up. But it was very quite and the solar panel was able to keep up with the electrical draw e en this early in the day with low sun angles.

North West channel can get very rough when winds funnel the large waves off of the “Tongue of the Ocean” (TOTO) into this funnel shaped area, that goes from thousands of feet deep to 20 feet. Today the current was flowing off of the “Bank” into TOTO. Winds were only a foot in TOTO but with these two conflicting forces the waves were steep for a half mile. Kind of a mini “Rage”. The photo above is Nancy doing so reading as we followed the reef line south to Andros. Winds were calm again and smooth seas. During deep water crossings we bring in our solar light that stays on the bow while we are anchored. I just happened to find it sticks down nicely into the top of the windless. So here it is getting charged for the next nights operation.

Our anchorage on Monday afternoon 1530, Morgans Bluff, Andros.

This blog is long enough, so I will end it here.

SV Sea Breeze, Morgans Bluff, Andros, Bahama.

#Seabreeze2023 #bahamas

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