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Sharing a bed with Han

Chan; Lee Know ; Changbin; Hyunjin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;

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Summary: While in your twenties you do lot's of crazy stuff like walking up to a stranger and claiming to him that you're dating now. One bed trope; Friends? to lovers; Idiots in Love. Reader and Han matching each other's freak Warning: CURSING It's me who's surprised there, one or two adult jokes. Please inform me if I miss anything. Not proofread. A/N- Hey my lovelies I'm sorry I was absent for so long. Apart from studying I also started to work which took much more time and energy than I thought and my mental health wasn't also the best. But thankfully I'm feeling much better now and I quit that shithole too so I have time to get back to writing, which I'm really excited about. I came up with some new ideas and I can't wait to write it. Requests are open too so if you have anything you want me to write feel freeto ask. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. Also I want to thank you all for all the love and support you have given me it means the world to me. Feel free to share your thought I just love knowing what you think about my work^^ Word count- 3k

Inspired by this post right here⬇️ It immediately made me think of Han

Being in your twenties is surely an interesting experience. One might expect of you to be this grown up adult making this important decisions, being all busy doing important stuff, paving your own way in life making connections etc... and You do there's no way you can escape all that grown up shit. But being in your twenties is also really awesome and interesting because despite being this hardworking people who have their shit together people in their twenties also have the tendency to do a complete 180 and to put it simply do some batshit crazy things and then carry on like it's just a regular Tuesday. Well you would know you're in your twenties and you really just proved yourself your point.

You considered yourself quite normal, rational with few crazyish tendencies because you were human after all. To put it simply you were an average person living their life. Like others you were trying to pave your own way in life, hence why you were here in this university working your ass off. You wouldn't call yourself impulsive or crazy even though you had done your share of let's just say some questionable stuff. Nothing special right? But sometimes the parasites the demon you just took over. Like now, what the hell was up?

To paint the situation more clearly you were just finished with your midterms and came out of your last exam. Of course it took a lot of energy and effort from you, heck you were barely standing on your feet from fatigue of couple sleepless nights. Maybe it is what made you act up? Not sleeping for really long time made people lose their minds, you had read about the Russian sleep experiment who gave a fuck if it was a creepy pasta.

You were the first to come out of the exam room and obviously overjoyed from bending over the most difficult subject of the semester. You really outdid yourself, all your hard work and dedication paying off. Well being beyond giddy with excitement you wanted to leap from joy to express your happiness.

It's like you felt the adrenaline levels in your body rise, that's when you noticed a boy your age come out of the exam room next to the one you just left. He also looked really happy and pleased wit himself.

Unable to contain your excitement you walked up to the boy who looked quite handsome you might add, and raised your hands and yelled high five. Were you disrupting other students? -Maybe. Did you care? -No not really. The boy was confused for a second but quickly came back to his senses and high fived you. And this is when a really dumb idea stuck you and before you could even think it over and talk some sense into yourself you intervened your hands and got a little closer to him. A smile crept up your face, somehow amused at the poor boys visible confusion. To be honest you had never seen someone who looked so cute while confused. "We're dating now, love you bae." You couldn't believe this words left your mouth and before you could embarrass yourself even more you quickly left leaving the poor boy behind. God he must have been so shocked.

One might think that that's where thing ended up right? And who would blame you? Any rational person would think that you're crazy and/or delusional and would make sure to avoid you at all cost. But we're not talking about rational people in this tale and things didn't end up there. As it turns out the boy, his name being Han Jisung as you came to know him, was just as crazy as you if sometimes not more. For the past year since that happened, that semester and one more he never missed and whenever he saw you walking in the hallway he always made sure to wave at you all excited and as dramatically loud as possible yell "Hey baby". It didn't matter what the distance between you was, whether you were on the opposite ends of the hallway of standing literally next to each other, everyone's eyes always would end up on you some amused some annoyed faces faced towards you. You always felt torn between finding his antics absolutely adorable and this whole interaction being your highlight of Uni and at the same time wanting to die of shame for all that attention. Honestly at this point you had quite not so (not at all) small crush on him.

That also lead to your dilemma. Despite basically half of the uni thinking that you and Han are dating you obviously weren't. But you were definitely friends. You first normally talked to him when you were at the party one of his friend threw. To be honest you weren't completely feeling yourself that day and when things got a bit too overwhelming you excused yourself and sneaked away to the balcony where you found him. He greeted you as per usual, not failing to put a smile on your face and suddenly you forgot you were feeling tired and overwhelmed. You talked a little about how parties sometimes could be a little too much and then something just clicked. Both of you completely forgot about the party you spent hours talking about everything and nothing at the same time and you felt so at peace while also feeling excited and completely immersed in conversation. You two got even more close when your friend started dating his friend. Naturally both your friend groups got closer to the point that now all of you decided to enjoy much awaited free time together and here you were now in the beautiful beach house you had rented. Looking stunned at the double bed you and Han were supposed to share.

You really liked him, way much more since you got to know him better and got closer to him. You couldn't even imagine not having him in your life. Which is why you kept your mouth shut about your feelings. There were few moments where you thought that maybe he did reciprocate your feelings but knowing how flirty and goofy his personality you decided to let it go and not to hold tightly to the moss. You wouldn't risk losing him as a friend. He was the person who made you believe in soulmates. He was your comfort person, someone you could lean on, your source of joy and excitement. You loved how he literally never failed to match your freak and vice versa and all the crazy stuff you did. He gave a new meaning to being alive!

God you were really going off topic, as you could tell you really liked him, which is why you felt beyond embarrassed when you got sorted in the same room as him, and especially now that you found out that there was only a double bed in the room. Yes you two were close and both of you were used to being touchy to each other but you had never once slept together in the same space.

You cursed yourself for agreeing to your friend to switch rooms with her since she wanted to be with her boyfriend Chan, who was supposed to be Han's roommate. You thought that it was not a big deal because you thought there would be two separate beds, you didn't really bother to check since all you wanted was to get sorted quickly and go to sleep as fast as possible. You would so smack her in the morning, you wouldn't risk going into her room now afraid of seeing not so pg stuff. This was the last time you were going to be considerate to your friends! Especially not after she whispered to you before heading to her room that this was your chance with Han and advising you use protection. Like you needed that on top of everything. Your mind already felt like blowing up!

God you were feeling so awkward you couldn't even fully enjoy how beautiful and perfect everything was, not even how this fluffy straight out of heaven bed was basically calling your name, it basically felt like it was tormenting you.

"Well this is interesting." You tried to break the silence and looked over at Han who looked like he wasn't breathing, God just what did Felix and Minho whisper to him? "Han?" you called out to him a bit alarmed when you noticed or maybe hallucinated who even knows that he was starting to pale. Well it did work and he quickly snapped out of it and gathered himself.

"Listen if you feel awkward about this I understand, I can go sleep in the living room." Han spoke with soft reassuring voice and it did help calming your nerves a little making you fell all soft inside. You had to pull yourself together.

"Oh no Hannie, that couch looked uncomfortable as hell, there's no way you can sleep on that your back will hate you for it!" You tried to reason, and Han thought for a second before bringing up another idea about sleeping on the floor but you didn't even let him finish the sentence. "Listen Ji, this is just as much your vocation as it is mine. You're here to relax and have a good time not to sleep on the floor! Thank you for being considerate, I really appreciate that, but I can't make you sleep on the floor. As long as you're comfortable with it we can share a bed. We're both adults let's not make a big deal out of this." Han looked at you in the eyes for a as if second making sure you were really okay with this then nodded his head softly.

"I'll take a shower first if that's okay with you? Han looked a bit dazed for a second but he quickly snapped out of it. "Yeah sure" He stuttered out and as if to distract himself went over to his bag to search for something.

You couldn't help but squeal on the inside about how cute he was being while heading to the bathroom but once it actually dawned on you that you would be sharing a bed you kinda wanted to bash your head against the wall it just felt like a right thing to do.

You made sure to thoroughly wash yourself to the point that when you got out of the shower you were convinced that you were sparkling. You quickly did your skincare, got dressed in your cute new set of pyjamas and even applied some perfume for that extra fresh feeling. Yup you were definetly sparkling. Also the way that Jisung visibly gulped the second he saw you enter the room? Just perfection, an ideal ego boost! Maybe sharing a room with him wasn't such a bad idea.

Han quickly washed up and here you were in the dimly lit room, in the same bed as him. The bed wasn't as big as it seemed, despite keeping your distance you could still feel his bodyheat, hear his every breath, smell his body wash and his natural a bit musky scent...God you felt like a creep! How the fuck were you supposed to sleep in here?

Han was also visibly nervous your bed was almost vibrating from his constant fidgeting and despite finding him cute and all that if he didn't stop in the next five seconds you would smother him with your pillow. Sighing to yourself you started bracing yourself that you two wouldn't get much sleep today.

Jokes on you you were out like a light switch in like 20 minutes. You only awoke because a suspicious sound coming from the next room, you know the one you don't really want checking. Also by the way his hands tightened around your waist Han was awake too. Wait what?

As if fanfiction gods were laughing at you from above you were all tangled up with Han as if him hugging your waist and you using his chest as a pillow wasn't enough. Oh yes you were both adults you could control yourselves nothing would happen, you just HAD to do a speech!

Okay back to important stuff, what the hell were you supposed to do now?- pretend to be asleep? There's no way Han hadn't noticed that you were awake you two were conjoined like Siamese twins! He probably could even tell the slightest shift in your pulse which went up a lot in this 30 seconds in fact you were pretty sure you would have either panic attack or would just simply pass out. It was 50\50.

God how did you manage to find yourself in this situation? And more importantly, who the fuck smells so good and feels this comfortable to hold? This was so not fair!

Han's soft call of your name brought you back from whatever the hell was going inside your head, his voice was warm asking you if you were awake.

"Yes..."You answered quietly your voice muffled a bit from your face still being smushed on his chest. There's no way you could turn to your pillow after this.

"I, uhm..." - Han begin to talk but stammered, unable to find his words, meanwhile you're stuck in the daze, your mind absolutely flipping over how hot his morning voice is. There was no need to mention the state of your heart, that bitch was a goner.

Feeling frustrated with himself Han sighed, his arms slightly tightening around you. You don't know what compels you but you look up, maybe curiosity to know what he's thinking, thinking maybe you can read his face. The sight has you left in awestruck. His hair is all disheveled but somehow looking so fluffy and soft you really wish you can slide your fingers through his locks. His eyes which are unable to hold your gaze sparkle with the morning light. In fact you're convinced if you hadn't already you would surely fall for him from this sight alone.

'"What is it Ji?" You ask after a few seconds of awkward silence, after noting how his thumb on his hand which still lies on your waist twitches occasionally, how his chest is rising up and down quicker than normal, how his breathing isn't as even as is should be.'"What is it Ji?" You ask after a few seconds of awkward silence, after noting how his thumb on his hand which still lies on your waist twitches occasionally, how his chest is rising up and down quicker than normal, how his breathing isn't as even as is should be.

One second he is looking into your eyes the next he has his face covered with his hands whining about something you can't descipher.

"Ji?" - You couldn't mask your surprise.

"You can't look at me like that!"

"Sorry? Like what?"

Jisung looked through his fingers and scoffed as if the answer to that question was the most obvious thing ever. He sighed in defeat when he noticed that you in fact had no clue what was going on.

"All pretty and stuff." You couldn't help but grin once his answer actually dawned on you. God he was too cute for his own good.

"You think I'm pretty?"

He looked at you with unimpressed expression, then he took the pillow from right under his head and put it on his face and screamed into it like dramatic baby he was. Looking at his theatrics you couldn't help but laugh which resulted disapproving grunt of protest which backfired because it only made you laugh even more.

"Oh come on now, don't be mad! It's not everyday you hear your crush admit you're pretty!" You couldn't help but tease and you waited for your answer to dawn on him.

"Still you shouldn't tease!" Han whined from under his pillow. You wondered how much time would he need to actually realize that you admitted you had a crush on him.

"Come on Jiji! Take off the pillow!"

"No I'm dying here!" He really shouldn't spend so much time with Jisung.

And then there was a pause for a second , then two and by the third the pillow covering his face was thrown from the bed into the room somewhere and Jisung staring at you with his wide boba eyes.

"Wait a minute!"

"There it is! Took you some time pretty boy, almost had me worried." You immediately quipped back.

"Don't fluster me woman I'm having a serious moment here what do your crush?!"

"I meant that I like a pretty boy named Han Jisung but for some reason he is taking his sweet time to get that."

"You have a crush on me?" You couldn't really tell if he was teasing or if he was in awe but knowing him he could manage and do both at the same time. He sure was an unique person.

"Good thing that you're cute pretty boy."

"Stop flustering me!"

"Should I kiss you instead?"

The way Jisung whined was beyond adorable honestly how could you not tease him? Now it was your pillow that was stolen and covering his face and his little squeals,

"Hey Ji." You called after a second, he immediately answered a pillow still on his face.

"Does this mean that we're actually dating now?" You wanted to keep your teasing tone but you couldn't really mask your hopefulness. He immediately got rid of the pillow, the embarrassment long forgotten, in second Jisung had you in his arms hugging you tightly he even gave you an obnoxiously loud smooch on your cheek.

"Absolutely baby." There it was his sweet gummy smile. There's no way you could resist that, softly holding his soft cheek you leaned in and connected your lips into a short but sweet kiss. Jisung looked awestruck for a second but this time he immediately came back to his senses and leaned in to connect your lips into much more passionate kiss now well tried to at least neither of you could stop smiling after all. You really had to thank your friend in the morning, sharing a bed with Han was surely one of the best decisions you had ever made.

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Capricorn Moon

Capricorn Moons are stable, ambitious, traditional, and disciplined. Capricorn is a very business-oriented sign, so people with this placement tend to be practical and serious when it comes to their emotions. They are natural leaders, known to be capable and reliable in crises. They have an inner need to prove themselves and live up to the best that they can be, though they are rarely satisfied with themselves. Public image is very important to Capricorn Moons, so they try hard to avoid doing anything that will diminish their image in the eyes of others.

Capricorn Moons feel secure when they have high social status, a lot of achievements, and solid foundations. They achieve emotional fulfillment when supporting others, working towards a goal, and accepting responsibility, as they love to be relied on. They enjoy material matters because it gives them a sense of tangible balance. Capricorn Moons have an inner knack for achieving success and they are very good at finding realistic solutions to problems.

Ruled by hardworking Saturn, Capricorn Moons are constantly putting effort into various tasks. They set the bar high for themselves and it may be hard for them to relax. As an earth sign with a cardinal quality, Capricorn Moons have a lot of initiative and will back that up with patience and endurance when working towards a goal. They want to achieve “self-mastery” because they feel out of control when they have to depend on others. They have a very pragmatic approach to life and will create realistic goals and boundaries for themselves. This sign doesn’t like being told what to do and they have an inner need to feel useful and productive.

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 | 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊-𝐀-𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼𔘓 ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼

from left to right ; intuitively choose the pile your mind, heart and soul desire for. if you are having trouble choosing the right pile for you, here's some tips you can do ; (1) take a deep breath (2) close your eyes (3) ask guidance from your guides (4) finally open your eyes and you can choose the right pile for you by the guidance you ask from your guides. if you are still having trouble by choosing the right pile for you let me know because i am willing to help and guide you.

̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼𔘓 ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼ ̼

pile one. pile two. pile three.

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ☆

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pile one

your spirit guides want you to clean your energy field, cleaning your space and home will be the best option. through the energy clearing you can remove blocks, leaks, and entities or spirits that have attached to you for so long. this process also helps you to let yourself free from any emotions or stories that others have implanted with your inner self that is no longer serving you anymore.

furthermore, take time to notice what you smelling these days like for example are you having this feeling that sometimes there's smells really good even though there's nothing really in there and you are the only person in that specific room or on the hand, in a small circle of group you suddenly smell something very good like flowers and herbs and yet there's nothing near you those things ; it's looks like you are the only one who smelling it even you ask other person/people about it. this different scents make you feel and what memories you have in your mind that somehow haunting you subconsiously ; some are honestly smell good which indicates vivid and heartwarming memories, bad smells are indicates trauma and worst memories for you. (don't come at me this is my own interpretation lol :3)

for the rest of this pile, they want you to learn on how to handle money with care. it's understandable that money is come from your hardwork and effort but spending too much money for those things you won't even use is not only losing a money but also the opportunity to buy more important things you will need in the near future. they want you to make a practical planner about this issue because your financial health is matter and is an essential aspect of your overall wellness practice.

astrological signs : gemini ,taurus and sagittarius | planets : jupiter, sun, moon, venus in the houses of sixth and second.

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pile two

your spirit guides are advising you to be careful to befriend with someone who is new or if you already have friends just be careful telling your secrets or your agenda with them because not all of them are sincere about their actions. however this is someone who have a very feminine energy regarding to what gender they're. an evil person will be on your surroundings this month however when it comes to finances and love some of you will be lucky this season.

i see for some of you, you will going to have new love and relationship also on the other hand i see that someone who is looking at you and stalking for the past months will going to confess their feelings through online or physically, this person is someone who have a great love and longing for you.

for the rest of this pile, i see that you will going to discover new routine where you can share and discuss with your family this routine can deepen the bond between you and your family especially siblings. if you are still in the phase of studying this months will be busy and exhausted for you but by the end of the month you will feel great by the results or there's unexpected gift that is waiting for you by the end of the month.

astrological signs : aquarius, pisces, gemini, virgo, scorpio, libra and leo | planets : sun, moon, rising, saturn, venus, mars and jupiter in the houses of first, fourth and third.

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pile three

some of your manifestation will bring fulfillment or will turn bring out into reality this month just have faith as everything will be working out to your favor. if you are asking a sign to start dieting ; this reading is the sign you've looking for, if you want to have a healthy body and reduce eating those junk foods not only it will benefit your body to stay healthy also your lifestyle while for those people who are looking for a sign and afraid to try, apply or switch a new career this is also a sign that you need to focus in a positive aspects and direction rather than thinking negativity. this season will bring many new beginning for you so all you have to do is claiming and start doing what you want and love, it's time to say goodbye to the old habits and start to say hello to the new ones.

furthermore, you will also be one this new person like a new born baby — you gonna learn to be assertive and might learn on how to stand up for yourself and will learn how to say "no", for some of you pile three, you will gonna stop pleasing people this month/season. also you have a personal healing power within yourself to increase it spend more time with nature and flowers or flower essense.

for the rest of this pile, your spirit guides telling you too that the answer you are looking for can be found when you travel, move, taking vacation or during holiday giveaway.

astrological signs : cancer, aries, pisces, aquarius, virgo, scorpio(show up multiple times💀), taurus and libra (sun, moon, rising) | planets : sun, moon, neptune, saturn, venus, mars in the houses of fifth, seven, twelve, three four and one.

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Honesty and Codology: Chapter 1 (Eejit)

I've had Scarnash on the brain since 4x06 and a strong hankering to write a POV fic for Patrick. This one takes place in the middle of 2x06 while Patrick is recovering in the hospital. I may do more chapters, but I have to warn you, my muses are fickle. Replies, questions, and reblogs are always appreciated! Apologies in advance for the typos I'm certain I missed. Enjoy!

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Patrick shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable on the lumpy mattress. There had been times when he’d slept on much worse, but the feathered bed he'd used for the past five years had spoiled him.

The nurse had administered the pain medication, so his leg was no longer leaving him in constant agony, but the ache was still there. Perhaps it was better to focus on that, than the disquiet of being alone in the hospital room. Patrick never liked silence. It gave him too much time with his thoughts.

He’d had his men stake out every entrance to the building, so he could, theoretically, go to sleep without endangering his own life. Unfortunately, some instincts were harder to overcome than others. How much did he really trust his men? If the bribe were right, would one of them allow his would be killer chance to finish the job? Such contemplations made it rather hard to relax. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and willed the medicine to send him into a peaceful slumber.     

“Hello Patrick.” Patrick’s hand immediately dove beneath his sheets to where he’d hidden his pistol. He tried to blink the blurriness from his vision as he aimed his weapon at the figure in the visitor’s chair. 

Black bowler hat. Worn green waistcoat. Pocket watch. Fond, but vaguely disapproving expression on his face. It was Michael, exactly as he’d been the last time Patrick had seen him alive. 

"That laudanum must have been strong.” He’d been warned about the possible side effects of the drug, but he didn’t recall seeing spirits as being one of them. 

“Interesting way to greet your brother.” Patrick realized that he was still pointing the gun at Michael…no not Michael…at the empty chair where he was imagining Michael to be. Still, best to return the gun to its hiding spot before a nurse returned and caught him with it. Strictly speaking patients weren’t allowed weapons, but he’d gotten Clarence to smuggle one in. 

“You’re not my brother. Just a hallucination, brought on by painkillers.” It was important for Patrick to state it out loud. He’d enjoyed reading A Christmas Carol as much as anyone, but he did not believe in ghosts. 

“Does that mean you’re not pleased to see me?” The vision raised one eyebrow in a manner that was so familiar, so perfectly Michael, that Patrick had to swallow hard to keep tears from welling in his eyes. To see a memory animated before him was a miracle he’d never dreamed he’d witness.  

“Nice to have visitors of any sort, I suppose.” Patrick frowned. He’d been aiming for nonchalant, but that had come out a bit self-pitying. He didn’t need a constant stream of people bothering him while was trying to rest. 

“Clarence stopped by.” 

Patrick almost asked about how Michael knew about Clarence, since he’d been hired after Michael’s death. Then he remembered he’d already decided that “Michael” was a product of his own brain. Whatever Patrick knew, Michael would as well. 

“He needed me to sign some papers. God forbid my being shot interferes with the running of the accounts.” Clarence was a good employee. Loyal, hardworking. Certainly one of Patrick’s shrewder hires. Still, it wasn’t like they had a friendship. Employer and employee was a difficult line to cross and frankly they didn’t have much in common beyond a desire to see Nash and Sons succeed. 

“Maggie would be here, if you’d bother telling her what happened. Eamonn, as well I suspect.”

The tone of gentle chastiment was all too familiar to Patrick’s ears. Whenever Patrick has caused mischief, and he had quite frequently, it was always the same. Why Patrick? Why did you leave a dead mouse in your teacher’s desk drawer? Why did you throw Liam O’Toole’s fishing pole in the river? Why did you steal the tart off Ma’s tray, when she told you to wait until after supper? 

“No point in worrying them.” He’d gotten to know the witnesses to his brother’s murder over the years, and Patrick liked them both. Still, the dark history that bound them all together made him reluctant to form any tighter bonds. He was convinced he’d only survived his brother’s death because of Nash and Sons. He poured everything he had into the business, into making Michael’s dream a reality. Patrick couldn’t have done that with regular reminders of what he’d lost. 

“True. What are a few bullets in a leg in the grand scheme of things? You have two, after all.” 

Patrick has a strong impulse to cross his arms over his chest. He was no longer a child attempting to stand his ground with his much older brother. Patrick realized with a jolt that they were the same age now. Good god, seven years had flown quickly. What once seemed an impossibly large chasm was no more.   

“The situation is well in hand. I have the best investigator in London working the case.” He considered qualifying that statement, with “outside himself”, but rejected it. “Michael” was in his head, and Patrick had no illusions about how he rated against Eliza Scarlet.  

“The lady detective.” 

There was something odd in Michael’s inflection when he used the sobriquet. Perhaps a slight emphasis on the word “lady”? Patrick doubted that even a Michael of his imagination would take issue with a female PI. Their own mother, God rest her, had had a commanding presence that generals would envy. 

Perhaps it was the poshness the title implied. Patrick himself had made the mistake of dismissing the “Lady Detective” for that very reason. Women of the middle and upper classes, as a rule, hadn’t much in the way of grit. The only ambitions they were encouraged to nurture were of a matrimonial bent.  

“She’s very good. Tenacious. Ambitious. Clever. Hoodwinked me, more than once.” St. Clair had been furious when he’d shown up at the office, ranting about “that woman” making fools of them both. Patrick had agreed to buy up every available copy of the circular just to calm him down. Months later and Patrick was still using the story of his humiliation as tinder for his fires.  

“That must have been quite the experience for you.”  

Patrick looked down, smiling to himself at the memory of surprising her at her home. She had been confused by his smile and words of congratulations. She had a right to be. By her own admission her trick had hurt his relationship with St. Clair, embarrassed him in the eyes of the public, and potentially stuck him with a lawsuit. By rights he should have been furious with her…but he wasn’t. 

The fact was, he couldn’t remember a case where he’d enjoyed himself more. As he’d told her, he loved a challenge, and Eliza Scarlet was nothing if not challenging. Any anger he felt at the outcome was overpowered by the swell of admiration for her and the intense desire to make her a part of his agency. 

Patrick, glanced back up, suddenly aware he’d been musing to himself for over a minute. That was rude, even to a figment of his own imagination. Michael did not seem at all perturbed at being ignored. On the contrary, he was smirking at Patrick in a disconcerting manner, as though he were enjoying a joke at Patrick’s expense. 

“The point is, she’ll find out who was behind it.” Who had shot him, and why? A difficult question to answer. Someone he’d put away? A source of information he’d squeezed one time too many? A jealous husband? Not, of course, that Patrick would deliberately dally with a married woman. Too much trouble. But it wouldn’t be the first time a woman claimed widowhood a bit prematurely. Then, of course, there was always the possibility it was O’Driscoll. He had received no word from Eamonn or Maggie, but ships came in and out of the docks every day. It was possible his brother’s killer had avoided them, choosing to have Patrick removed before eliminating the more vulnerable targets. 

“Does it trouble you that you’ve angered so many people, you haven’t a clue who wants you dead?”

Patrick looked at Michael sharply, the memory of O’Driscoll coating his tongue with bitterness. 

“You’re a fine one to talk.” An old anger blossomed in Patrick’s chest as he returned to that night in his mind. Michael had gone to the docks alone that night, rather than wait for Patrick. If Patrick had ever done something so foolish, Michael would have tanned his hide.  

“That’s unfair.” 

“You should have taken me with you.” They were supposed to stick together. That was the deal they’d made. Michael, for the first time in his life, had broken his word, and he’d left Patrick all alone. 

“You weren’t there when the tip came in.” 

A fact continued to haunt Patrick to this day. He hadn’t been there. He’d been down at the tavern drinking and flirting with lasses.  

“We’d worked for two weeks straight on the case for next to nothing. I needed a break!” The words felt hollow, even as he said them. Selfish. As hard as Patrick worked, Michael had worked double. He never complained either. He had been so good. He’d always been so good. Patrick sometimes wondered if his being born was the universe balancing things out. 

“I never said you didn’t. I told you to go, remember?” 

Of course he did. Michael had forever been Patrick’s greatest advocate. Smallpox took both their parents when Patrick was only 8 years old. Michael had kept them both housed, fed, and clothed, working odd jobs until he was old enough to join the Royal Irish Constabulary. When Patrick was old enough, Michael had given him a recommendation. Patrick had been drummed out for insubordination, and Michael had immediately resigned his post. He’d gotten them passage to London and worked menial jobs until they’d saved enough to open Nash & Sons.      

“You should have come with me.” Just once, couldn’t Michael have been selfish? Ignored responsibility for a single evening? 

“I couldn’t. I’d made a promise.” Patrick briefly closed his eyes. He remembered the look on the faces of Maggie’s family, desperate for their daughter’s return. Did he really blame Michael for not wanting to waste time tracking Patrick down? No. Not with Maggie’s life on the line. In his heart of hearts, he knew where the blame truly lay.

“You and your honesty.”

“You and your codology.” 

Their old refrain. He remembered returning to their very first office with a small sign engraved “Nash and Sons.” When Michael had pointed out neither of them actually HAD sons, Patrick had explained that they were the “Sons.” The name implied that business was inherited, with a legacy of success, rather than an upstart agency. Michael had shaken his head in exasperation, but allowed Patrick’s his way.

Patrick had often joked that if it bothered him so much, he could find himself a wife and have some children. Michael had always smiled and said, “Or you could.” Then they’d both laugh at the likelihood of that happening.   

“You’ll be pleased to know I have been a bit more truthful of late.” The look on Michael’s face was skeptical.

“Oh really?”

“Miss Scarlett. I offered her a fair rate for referring cases to her, rather than just taking my finder’s fee off the top.” 

Today had actually been something of a success, bullets in his leg notwithstanding. His months of careful planning had paid off. Sending cases her way. Paying Detective Phelps for news regarding Inspector Wellington. He’d waited for the perfect moment, then struck. 

At first his proposal had not had the warmest of receptions, but in the end she had capitulated. Not totally, of course. Not yet. And naturally she’d managed to rest a small victory of her own from the encounter. Still, being out an extra month’s pay was more than worth the exhilaration that came with going toe to toe with a worthy opponent.  

“A noble gesture, I am sure. Not in the least self-serving.” Patrick rolled his eyes at the rebuke. 

“I didn’t grow our business to what it is today by being altruistic. Besides, Eliza despises charity. I would have mortally wounded her pride.” 

Her disgruntled tone when she decried needing his help told him everything he needed to know on that score. She could accept a business exchange, but under no circumstances did she want his pity. She was a unique woman, who was more offended by chivalry than chicanery.

“Eliza?” Patrick realized that he’d unintentionally used her first name. Odd, that.   

“I meant Miss Scarlett. A slip of the tongue.” 

“That would be a first.” Michael wasn’t wrong. Patrick's words were his best weapons and he usually wielded them with great care. Patrick shook his head and attempted to shrug it off.

“I am, as I mentioned, on rather strong medication.” 

Michael made a non-committal sound and rose. 

“Perhaps it's best I leave you to rest then.” He turned toward the door, as though he were a flesh and blood visitor, not a phantom of Patrick’s mind. Phantom or no though, Patrick wasn’t quite ready for him to disappear.

“Michael?” His brother paused and glanced back at him,  “Why now? After all these years, why am I dreaming of you now?”

Michael scratched his beard.

“I thought you said it was the laudenum. That I’m just in your imagination.” Patrick supposed Michael had a point. Any answer Michael gave would ultimately come from himself. Still, he wanted a response.

“I’m curious about what I’d imagine you to say.” That same mysterious smile from earlier returned to his brother’s face.

“You’re the detective. Has something changed in your life lately? Something you’d want to talk to me about? Or someone?” Patrick’s eyes widened as Michael's implication suddenly dawned on him. Eliza Scarlet. Somehow she had triggered this…encounter. 

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Michael. What exactly was he saying? That he fancied her? She was strong and clever and funny and pretty and a man would be mad not to be drawn toward that. And yes, she had a disturbing tendency to make him want to be more fair and honest, at least with her. All that though, was besides the point.

His affairs with women were uncomplicated things. He was interested in experienced women who enjoyed occasional companionship, but didn’t want the burden of a husband. That suited him perfectly. He didn’t have time for anything else. Besides, it was clear to anyone with eyes she had her heart set on Inspector William Wellington. Not that the fool deserved her, but that wasn't the main issue either. The issue was that she was going to be an excellent asset to his business, and he would never do anything to compromise that. Nash and Sons came first. Always.

Though he had to admit, it had been nice, when he’d opened his eyes and found that she’d stayed with him from his transportation to the hospital through the surgery. It was nice to have someone who cared, at least a little. Feck.   

Patrick glared up at his brother.

“Eejit.” Since when had Michael been the one to stir up unnecessary trouble? That was Patrick’s role and he’d thank his brother to remember it.  The corners of Michaels’ lips tilted up at the insult.

“According to you, you’re only talking to yourself. Now, get some sleep.” Patrick’s eyelids suddenly felt impossibly heavy and began to close. Fighting against his stupor, he managed to get out the words he hadn’t been able to say all those years ago. 

“Good bye, Michael.”

“Good night, Patrick.”

[archiveikemen]

Abe no Yasuchika 2nd Birthday Story

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Read this before interacting┊aikm’s Genjiden Glossary

After a ritual that was being held at the castle since morning was over—.

(Now that I’m done helping out with the ritual, I can take a break and go shopping.)

As I walked around town, I recalled the serious facial expression I saw on Yasuchika-san’s face from afar during the ritual earlier.

(He was specially invited from Kyoto for the ritual… as expected of Yasuchika-san, the infamously talented Onmyōji.)

(— Oh? Speaking of which… isn’t it Yasuchika-san’s birthday today?)

(If I happen to meet him later, I should wish him happy birthday before he returns to Kyoto.)

Yuno: But I don’t think it’ll be easy to meet him…

???: — Who’s not easy to meet?

Yuno: ? Um, oh… Yasuchika-san!?

I looked up in surprise when someone responded to my mumbling.

Yasuchika: Hello! Fox Princess.

(Speak of the devil! I can’t believe we really ran into each other.)

Surprised by the unexpected meeting, I quickly returned the greeting and asked him about what I was thinking about earlier.

Yuno: Yasuchika-san, it’s your birthday today, right?

Yasuchika: Hm? That’s right. You remembered.

(I knew it!)

Yuno: Happy birthday!

Yasuchika: Mm, thanks.

Yasuchika: I’m dressed like this and came all the way to Kamakura for work on my birthday. I’m amazing, you know?

Yasuchika: Such a hardworking man like myself is always open to receiving gifts!

(Hmm, this brings back some memories. I remember him asking for gifts like this last year too.)

(... Huh?)

I was about to smile back at him — and then I realised something.

Although his words sound cheerful, Yasuchika-san didn't seem genuinely happy.

Yuno: … By any chance, are you uninterested in celebrating your own birthday?

Yasuchika: Huh?

I asked the question without much thinking and Yasuchika-san's eyes widened for a moment like he had been caught.

Yasuchika: … You’re right. I mean, it’s honestly no different from any other regular day.

Yasuchika: But birthdays are special for most people, right? So I thought I’d follow suit.

(Follow suit? He’s just trying to fit in?)

(That means Yasuchika-san doesn't actually care about his birthday…)

At that moment, I noticed a slight cold glint in Yasuchika-san’s eyes.

(This question might sound like I’m intruding too far into his boundaries, but for some reason I can’t leave this as it is…)

Yuno: If it’s the birthday of someone important to you, would it still be no different from any other day?

Yuno: For example, would you be happy or want to celebrate it for them…?

I asked while thinking about what I would personally do in those situations, and Yasuchika-san responded with a smile.

Yasuchika: I’ll be happy for them, I guess? If they wanted to be born, that is.

Yasuchika: … But that’s not always the case for everyone.

Yasuchika: There are people who lead a life full of pain and suffering, cursing at the fact that they were ever born into this world.

(Cursing at being born…?)

The unexpectedly heavy response from Yasuchika-san took me by surprise.

(— Everyone has their own ways of thinking. But… his way feels kind of lonely.)

(I wonder if Yasuchika-san’s past birthdays have never been enjoyable for him…)

Husband: — Come on, watch your step. It can turn into something big if you trip and fall.

Wife: Of course I will! I’ll also be sure to use you as a cushion to soften the impact if I do fall~

(Hm?)

Yasuchika: Oops, that’s…

Yasuchika-san and I heard a conversation, and at the same time we turned to see a pregnant woman with a large baby bump slowly walking alongside a man who appeared to be her husband.

(Wow, she’s pregnant!)

Yuno: Hello. Are the two of you headed somewhere?

The young couple wore puzzled expressions when I suddenly approached them.

I introduced myself to them as a physician while maintaining a cheerful attitude.

Yasuchika: That was a very happy conversation.

Wife: Ah, you heard us? That’s kind of embarrassing.

Husband: Actually, we’re on our way to the midwife’s house. There still quite a while before our baby is due, but the assessment suggested that we make our way there earlier.

Wife: I was told that it's beneficial for me to move around once in a while, and I’ve been going for regular check-ups.

Yuno: Ahh, I see.

(That’s reassuring to know. I was concerned about her moving around while heavily pregnant, but… they seem to be very happy.)

Yasuchika: …

(? Yasuchika-san…?)

I noticed that Yasuchika-san was lost in thought.

Yasuchika: May I know where the midwife’s house is?

Husband: The house? Go along this road, then head north…

The couple answered his question politely without a hint of hesitation.

Yasuchika-san listened to their answer and nodded in understanding while paying attention to the pregnant woman’s abdomen.

(Is something the matter?)

Yasuchika: — I have just one piece of advice for this happy couple.

Yasuchika: Avoid the road you’re planning to take, and instead go by that one over there.

Couple: Huh…?

Yasuchika: Well then, I wish you well!

Yasuchika-san ignored their looks of confusion and smiled warmly at the woman.

They were confused by the sudden advice to take a detour for some reason unknown to them.

Wife: Erm, well… if someone as respectable as you says so.

Husband: Ah, yeah… we’ll take your advice. Thank you.

It seems that Yasuchika-san’s physical appearance gave them the impression that he was a man of high authority.

Despite feeling obliged, the couple sincerely accepted Yasuchika-san’s advice and left.

Yasuchika: Yup, it’s a good thing to be honest.

Yuno: Yasuchika-san… what was that all about?

Yasuchika: Just being a busybody.

Yasuchika: It’s always good to listen to any advice someone has for you, although you’ll never know if it’s genuine good advice.

(Ugh, I’m so curious!)

(But I highly doubt he’ll tell me what it is.)

His usual carefree smile made me realise that I was likely to be the one who would be deceived by the “smoke screen” he put up.

Yuno: — By the way, Yasuchika-san. If you have time to spare, can I have a moment with you?

…

Afterwards, Yasuchika-san and I were having sweets at a nearby teahouse—.

(Come to think of it, this is the first time I’m in a shop together with Yasuchika-san.)

I realised it while eating my dumplings.

I glanced at Yasuchika-san who was seated next to me, only to see that he had been staring at me as well and our eyes met.

(Ah…)

Yasuchika-san narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Yasuchika: My encounters with you are always something new.

Yuno: W-What do you mean “encounters”...

Even though he was most likely joking, the realisation that we were alone together made my heart race.

Yuno: B- But I’m glad to meet you today!

Yuno: Today is an important occasion because it’s the day you were born.

Yasuchika: …

(Huh…?)

Yasuchika: Right. I knew you’d say something like that.

Yasuchika-san’s facial expression quickly relaxed and went back to his usual smile, but…

(Just a second ago… he looked kind of lonely.)

His response that seemed to contain a hidden meaning left a feeling of uncertainty in my heart.

(I wonder what's on Yasuchika-san’s mind.)

…

By the time we left the teahouse, the sky was already dyed orange by the setting sun.

Yasuchika: Today was so much fun.

Yuno: Yeah.

Although I nodded in response to Yasuchika-san, I couldn't get that impatient feeling off my chest.

= Flashback Start =

Yasuchika: I’ll be happy for them, I guess? If they wanted to be born, that is.

Yasuchika: … But that’s not always the case for everyone.

Yasuchika: There are people who lead a life full of pain and suffering, cursing at the fact that they were ever born into this world.

= Flashback End =

(The person Yasuchika-san mentioned earlier who led a life full of suffering…)

(I have no idea who he was referring to. It’s also possible that he could've been making a general statement.)

(But…)

I recalled the cold look I caught a glimpse of in Yasuchika-san’s eyes when I asked him about his birthday.

(Yasuchika-san definitely has no sentimental feelings about being born.)

And somehow, I thought that it was incredibly lonely.

(I wouldn't go as far as to say that I’m glad he was born.)

(But at the very least — I hope to let him know that there are people who are happy that he exists.)

Yasuchika: … Well then, it’s unfortunately about time to go home. I’ll walk you back to the castle, Yuno-san.

Yuno: ! Ah, you’re right. Thank you, Yasuchika-san.

(There are still many things I want to know about Yasuchika-san…)

(I don’t want to let him go just like this.)

…

As I continued pondering about how I could convey that sentiment to Yasuchika-san, we got closer and closer to the castle…

Yuno: … Hm? Yasuchika-san, over there.

Yasuchika: Yeah. The couple we met in town. Looks like the wife isn't here.

Nearby the castle, we saw the man we met earlier pacing back and forth in the area.

(I think he’s looking for someone… ah.)

The man suddenly turned his gaze in our direction.

His eyes lit up the moment he saw Yasuchika-san and immediately ran towards us.

Husband: Ahh, I’m glad to see you again…! I wanted to thank you at all costs for what you did for us.

Yuno: Thank?

Yasuchika: From the looks of it, the baby must've been born safe and sound.

Husband: Yes! … As expected, you foresaw that happening, didn’t you?

The man was overflowing with respect and gratitude towards Yasuchika-san.

We were told that the baby was born earlier than expected, but they fortunately arrived at the midwife’s house just in time.

Moreover, the road they had initially planned to take had stray dogs in the area at that time of day.

Yuno: Stray dogs…!?

Husband: Yes. The midwife told us that we were lucky we didn’t take that route today. We were so surprised to hear that.

Husband: Had we taken that route, we would’ve been attacked by stray dogs and…

The man turned pale at the thought.

(Thank goodness the mother and child are safe…!)

Yasuchika: At any rate, you’re pretty good at finding me.

Husband: I described you to the midwife and she told me that you were an Onmyōji.

Husband: I thought that a man of your status would visit the castle, and so I came to see if I could meet you here!

Yasuchika: You’re very sincere.

Yuno: You’re amazing, Yasuchika-san. Did you already know everything at that time?

Yasuchika: Eh? I didn't know that there would be stray dogs.

(What!?)

Yasuchika-san laughed at our shocked expressions.

Yasuchika: All I knew at that point of time was that the baby would be born today.

Yasuchika: And the road you were planning to take was not a good direction for the child.

Yasuchika: Even though you had to take a detour, I thought it’d be better to just avoid that road today.

(Wow. He figured that out in such a short time…)

(The family was able to avoid a disaster, because of Yasuchika-san’s advice.)

Husband: I’m so grateful to have met you today… thank you so much!

The man bowed deeply to Yasuchika-san, who responded with a smile.

Yasuchika: I’m glad I could help.

Yasuchika: But instead of staying here and talking to us, I think you should hurry back to your family.

Yasuchika: They must be waiting for you to go home.

The man thanked Yasuchika-sam one more time before hurrying off, not wanting to wait even a moment longer to see his family.

Yuno: … I’m sure that family will always be grateful for you, Yasuchika-san.

Yasuchika: Really? I think they’ll forget about it very soon.

I shook my head in disagreement.

(I know that’s not true. Because…)

Yuno: The couple will never forget the day their child was born, along with the man who saved their child’s life.

Yuno: As the child will surely hear this story from their parents many times while they’re growing up.

Yuno: Their parents will tell them “on the day you were born, this happened…”

Yasuchika: …

I recalled the words of gratitude towards Yasuchika-san earlier.

Yuno: They’ll be grateful to have met you today, and that you’re here—

Yuno: … Isn’t that the same as being glad that you were born?

Yasuchika: … That’s…

(This might sound exaggerated. I might even get laughed at for jumping to conclusions. But, still…)

I turned to face Yasuchika-san, who seemed surprised, and looked into his eyes.

The words came out of my mouth naturally.

Yuno: Happy birthday, Yasuchika-san.

Yasuchika: …

Yasuchika: — Thank you, Yuno-san.

Yasuchika-san’s facial expression when he responded was softer than usual…

…

Yuno: You’re leaving for Kyoto before sunrise?

I was surprised by what Yasuchika-san said to me as he walked me to the castle’s courtyard.

The moon shone brightly in the night sky.

Yuno: You have quite a strict schedule.

Yasuchika: I may look like this, but I’m a busy man.

(He’s smiling while saying that, but he surely doesn't have enough time to sleep, right…?)

Yuno: I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time until this late. Thank you for keeping me company.

Yasuchika: Don’t say that. You did it because you didn't want me to spend my birthday alone, didn’t you?

Yasuchika: I should be the one thanking you instead.

Yuno: I don’t think so…

(If anything, I think it was because I was being selfish.)

(But…)

Yuno: I’m glad to know you enjoyed your birthday.

Yasuchika-san’s eyes widened slightly upon hearing my response.

Yasuchika: … You’re still as good natured as ever.

Yuno: Huh? Yasuchik…—?

He closed the distance between us, reaching his hand to the back of my neck and gently pulling me closer.

I felt something soft touch my forehead, and felt Yasuchika-san’s breath on my bangs.

(Ah…)

Yasuchika: A good luck charm. … For you, the person who’s kind enough to celebrate the day I was born.

Yasuchika: May all your birthdays from now on always be so full of kindness and blessings that they can repel any curse.

Yuno: Yasuchika-san…

His eyes gazing down at me sparkled mysteriously under the moonlight.

(He looks so… gentle.)

I gazed at him, feeling enchanted by his eyes.

I suddenly caught a glimpse of a pained expression on his face that only lasted a split second…

Yasuchika: See you, Fox Princess.

(Ah…)

The moment I could no longer feel his warmth, my heart filled with an inexplicable feeling of emptiness.

Yasuchika: It’s dark, so be careful while walking. … Go straight inside without looking back.

(Was I mistaken…?)

I nodded at Yasuchika-san who had his usual unreadable smile and turned to walk towards the castle.

But I ended up defying Yasuchika-san’s words, and turned around again.

(... Beautiful.)

I watched Yasuchika-san’s back as he walked out of the castle.

And a small thump echoed deep in my heart—.

[fukashiin]

rating my mutuals!

i dont have too many but it'd still be fun to rate you guys as a small bday gift from me in return for the interactions and moments I've made with you up until now <33 (if you arent here then i was too shy to mention you but i love your works tremendously!!)

@jeidoleech ⤷ KHOI !

1000/10

my first ever twst mutual on tumblr actually. you dont understand i squealed like SQUEALED when you followed me back and tagged me in your mutuals list?? i was over the moon <33 your writing style is adorable and it really butters my biscuits AND I WAS OBSESSED WITH YOUR BABY BLUE THEME WHEN I FIRST FOLLOWED YOU GOODBYE. so thank you?? for following me like?? SO much??? you were apart of the reasons why i wanted to continue writing for this fandom <3333 i cant keep up with you altering between jade and Floyd im gnna be completely honest OKAY.

@mifyu ⤷ MIFFY !

youre adorable/10

some of the sweetest people I've ever met hello??? and your themes just??? top it off???? i was super shy to ask if you wanted to become mutuals but ohmygod i wasnt expecting you to be the ballsy one. thank you for becoming mutuals with me your works are just the prettiest and im looking forward to more!! i bet if we had a competition to see who could say 'ily more' you'd win by a mile.

@iuuru ⤷ MILLIE

我愛你你你你/10

HELLO IM SO GLAD I REACHEDJ OUT TO YOU WHAT. you match my energy so well and i love that abt you??? MY CHINESE SPEAKIMG COMPANION???? the moment i clicked on your blog i just KNWEW i had to become your moot you just seemed so fun and lovable AND YOU ARE. i was able to improve my chi vocab by a little bit because of you and im genuinely so grateful?? MY FAV LEONA KISSER YOUR WORKS AND IMAGINATION IS LITERALLY IMPECCABLE ILYSM I HOPE TO SPEAK IN CHI WITH YOU SM MORE AND CRASH THE TAG LIMIT BY FAWNING OVER YOUR WORKS

@tinyletterz ⤷ REMY !

stop being so gorgeous???/10

i could use up all the synonyms for beautiful in all the languages i know and it still wouldn't be enough. your works are the prettiest???hello??? whyre they so soft and fuzzy??? u deserve all the cupcakes and cats in the world ill literally take you to the cat island. youre personality is so lovely i literally go through the whole water cycle whenever you answer my ask??? so thank you for being my mutual<33 ALSO WHAT SHOULD WE NAME OUR CAT CAFE??

newer mutuals who i'd love to know better!

your guys' personalities are amazingf and itms such an honour to be your mutual KISSES

@siphoklansan ⤷ SIPHOK !

YOUREAMAZINGATARTSTOP/10

your works. your animations. who allowed you to be that talented??? ill always remember the time you said i was lively and fun even before we became mutuals! that made my day!! youre literally some of the nicest people ive met on this app so never give up on your passion for art IM LITERKALLY GOBBLING THEJM ALL UP <3

@twistedchatterbox ⤷ NOIR !

9038839/10

i cnat believe your first interaction with me was digging up my thirst post for idia STOP. IM A CHANGED PERSON. but ohmygod youre so good at art too?? can you stop being so talented with both writing AND drawing???? but regardless im so happy to be your mutual you seem so hardworking with every work you post and i appreciate that sm?? AND I LOVE YOUR OC. SHES BEAUTIFUL;

@cupids-chamber ⤷ CUPID !

i relate to you an eerie amount/10

i couldve sworn i started hyperventilating the moment i saw you follow me????? you may not think that your crack fics are funny BUT THEY REALLY ARE??? at the same time your normal ones make me SQUEAL AND KICK MY FEET IN THE AIR IM SO TEMPTED TO GET RUN OVER BY AN ACTIVE SPEEDING BUS. and congrats on 4.35k!! i hope we interact a lot more <33

⤷ FOLLOWERS !

♾/10

FROM DECEMBER UNTIL NOW IM SO SO GRATEFUL FOR THE NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS I CURRENTLY JHAVE??? YOU GUYS READ MY WORKS AND LIKED/REBLOGGED AND ITS LITERALLY SO MUCH MORE I COULD EVER ASK FOR??????? SO I JUST WANTED TO SAY THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT YOURE ALL SUPER IMPORTANT AND DEAR TO ME I LOVE YOU ALL SMM<333

[choicesfandomappreciation]

Fandom appreciation Week idea (Signal boost/reblog plz)

[Sorry me again since i accidently send it to the other blog and i forgot one thing to add]

An one week long appreciation event to honour the talented, hardworking and friendly creators of these fanmade sequel game project. Players can submit for that event their sweet words, comments, thoughts, theories, feedback, fanfics, edits, arts, game playthrough screenshots and more.

Day 1: @itlivesproject

Day 2: @nightboundfanfiction / @garrusknight

Day 3: @nightboundthesecond

Day 4: @thedistantshoresproject

Day 5: @bloodboundsiege

Day 6: @immortaldesiresproject

Day 7: @lawsofattraction3

Day 8: Crossovers [between characters/projects]

IMPORTANT DETAIL: The mods who want to host this week long event MUST support each post equally and shouldn't play favorites to one project. Every project content deserves equal support because the creators work so hard for it and for us.

ANOTHER IMPORTANT FACT: This week long event shouldn't start now because let's give some of the game creators more time to create a bit content. Maybe it should start around January 2024 , April 2024, June 2024, December 2024,... well somewhere later. Not in year 2023. Thanks!

Hopefully someone likes my idea. I'm a bit shy (okay not really) but I have no experience in hosting events and less time to be here currently. Hopefully someone will do. These magical and talented game creators deserve a lot better and love. Thank you!!

#SIGNAL BOOST with Reblog

#Mod needed

Nonny, if you'd like to host, just reach out to me, I can answer any questions you might have about hosting, and give you some pointers. Hosting can be a lot of fun.

The only thing I will cation you against is that you are trying to get someone to commit to host possibly a year or more in advance... this fandom isn't that stable. I've had monthly challenge hosts drop out within a month of signing up. Definitely keep signal boosting now, but you'll probably want to remind people in a year and might stand a better chance of getting a host that will take your idea and make it flourish (unless you want that privilege!)

[chanswifey]

Stray kids ideal type

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Bang Chan

Chan is a very nurturing person and I think he would like someone of the same nature. Someone with a calming and warm aura, that can make you feel comfortable just from being near them.

Someone with an easy laugh that likes cuddling, cause we all know he is very affectionate and loves physical touch. Overall a very loving person that at the same time is very passionate about their dreams and works hard to achieve them.

Extra points if they like kids, I feel like he would want a big family at some point cause apparently having 7 kids is not enough.

Lee Know

I think he would like someone similar to him, he understands that his actions can be wrongly perceived sometimes so being with someone like him would make him feel safer, knowing he won't be judged. He also seems like he takes his relationships very slowly at first so his s/o would have to understand and respect his pace. He would like someone who can flirt and match his energy.

Would like it if they were family-oriented and nurturing as well, who can enjoy a quiet lifestyle. Even with his job, he is still a very private person and I think he would look for something like that on his s/o too. Would have to accept that he probably loves his cats more than he loves them.

Changbin

Someone who likes cuddling, cause we know he does. Someone who pushes him to be a better version of himself and who likes working on themselves as well. This boy lives for praises so I see him getting with someone whose love language is words of affirmation.

He would also like someone funny, who can lift him on hard days, someone with an overall calming aura. I think he would most likely date someone from the industry or at least artistic that can keep him inspired and if they like cooking he will be sold in seconds.

Hyunjin

Now, this is one very romantic and caring boy, so he would like to be with someone who can appreciate his gestures. Someone in touch with their feelings who can express themselves easily, to have long deep conversations with. I also think he would go for someone artistic, he loves to express himself through his art, and to have someone who does the same, he would be over the moon.

Han Jisung

I think he will look for someone who can match his personality, funny but very hardworking. A person who can match his crackhead energy. Partners in crime. A loving and bright person. He would also look for someone that helps him feel less self-conscious about himself and his work. Someone that makes him feel comfortable about being vulnerable.

Lee Felix

A funny person, he has a very bright aura so it's only natural he attracts the same kind of people. I see him getting with someone easygoing, that laughs a lot and just seems to go through life effortlessly. Family is also very important to him, so his s/o would have to be of the same mentality. He is very caring and would do the most for his s/o, so he would love to have someone who can recognize his efforts and knows how to do the same for him.

Seungmin

Someone smart and calming to have long conversations with, someone he can confide in his thoughts and fears. Someone who can make him laugh even when he feels like he can't. Someone cute and educated with good manners who is also fun to be around. He is very hardworking so I think it is a trait he also looks for in his partner.

Jeongin

I see him going for someone younger than him, being the youngest of the boys and having been looked after all the time, he craves someone he can take care of. Someone cute and flirty, smart and funny, a bit like him, I guess, to have adventures with, would go for someone athletic or that at least enjoys working out.

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[honey-milk-depresso]

Meanie (Azul Ashengrotto x Reader) 8

Part 1,

part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8 (END)

The final chapter. Congratulations for surviving this long with my bullshit-

“Everyone, please place the flower we have given you in their coffin.”

The sunlight was shining brightly in the early morning of NRC’s campus, 

but no happiness was to be found.

Just yesterday, you have died.

And it took a moment for Azul to realize that you were truly gone.

Everyone in NRC lined up in a single file to pay their final respects to you, one by one placing their flower in your coffin.

When it came to Azul’s turn, he had to hold himself from crying. He felt as if you were watching him. If he cried, you’ll cry too, and he doesn’t want you to fully leave this world with sadness and guilt.

He looked at you. Even if you’re dead, you looked as beautiful as ever.

He grabbed your cold hands, and placed the flower in the middle of your chest, before he gently used your hands to cover the flower, as if you are holding it.

“I love you,” he whispered, “I hope you go to a safe place.” And he walked away.

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Azul walked back to Octavinelle with Jade and Floyd. They were silent. Yes, even Floyd stayed quiet.

The atmosphere was solemn.

Azul was solemn.

Never in his life have he came across death, let alone, someone he hold close to.

He used to love before.

He went back to his office alone and tilted his head up. Jade and Floyd went back to their rooms.

He’s not crying. He won’t cry for you.

Read it.

He heard something whisper.

“What..?”

The notebook.

He glanced to his right, the notebook labelled “ To Azul Ashengrotto”.

“Read it after they die,” Trey’s words echoed in his head as he recalls.

He grabbed the book.

To Azul Ashengrotto.

He stared at it, hesitantly flipping to the first page.

“I’m rewriting this from the accounts of Y/n, Azul. She asked for it. I hope you’re reading this.

- Trey Clover”

So Trey wrote this book for you to him.

“Azul and I were chilling at Monstro Lounge in the VIP room.

Lmao, he was soooo unlucky with his pulls, and had to answer all my questions and stuff. Apparently he thinks Idia is more handsome than Jade. Ooh~ 

I really loved the fact he wanted to spend time with me although he looks so done. I really appreciate it!”

He snorted. That was so you.

“Azul and I hanged out at the Rose Kingdom. I’m so glad Headmaster allowed me to hang out with him! Sometimes I feel like Headmaster is a dad. 

I had so much fun! Though, it’s kinda embarrassing that Azul spoilt me with so many gifts, and all I did was drag him around. I love the octopus plushie he won for me. It’s so chubby, soft and cute, just like him! 

He also bought me food from Trey’s awesome family bakery, and a really expensive pendent. I feel guilty, but I love it! It’s so pretty!”

He sighed. Really? Chubby?

“Headmaster told me I’m going to die in five months time. I’m really scared. I know I’ve joked about I feel like dying cuz of Professor Crewel’s homework, now facing with death, it feels really scary.

I have to tell everyone right? Headmaster told me he’ll tell my friends, that includes Azul. How would he feel? I don’t want him to feel sad..”

He flipped to the next page.

“Azul, Jade and Floyd came to visit me. Actually EVERYONE did! Even Leona and Idia! Can you believe it?? But I was so happy that Azul and the tweels came.

I rubbed my eyes so hard because I didn’t want them to see me cry. I was just so happy to see them!”

“Trey told me something. Well, an offered to do something for me. 

He knew I had a superrrr big crush on Azul, and he said I should tell him. I was so embarrassed at first, but I’m going to die soon, so I have to confess sooner or later right? 

He told me he’ll write a whole record of me of what I want to tell him, and then I can give it for him to read after I die.

Sounds like a good idea, but also kind of cruel. After I die????

What should I do?”

So that’s what you were talking about with him.

“I got to be discharged!

FINALLY OH MY SEVENSSSSS-

I CAN GET FRESH AIR BEFORE I DIE

DO YOU KNOW HOW BORING IT IS TO BE CHAINED TO A BED, DOING NOTHING UNTIL SOMEONE COMES TO VISIT???

PROFESSOR TREIN’S CLASS IS WAY BETTER-

Azul brought me around the entire campus, and to Octavinelle! And we played UNO! Although I lost a lot... But I’m happy I got to spend time with him and see everyone outside of the infirmary! ^^”

“I went to NRC’s Halloween Celebration!

IT. WAS. SO. COOL!!

There were like flying decorations and good food,

I got to see NRC become so lively and colorful! It was amazing!

Also I got to hang out with Azul and the tweels, and of course, everyone else!

I even got to be part of all the scaring and stuff at the Octavinelle’s scare house! heheheh~ 

I love the big finale, I wish it could last forever.”

“I made up my mind. 

I’m gonna ask Trey to help me write that book. I want Azul to have a piece of me even when I’m gone. I won’t leave him alone, and I’ll do everything in my power to do so.

If Trey is giving me the opportunity to do so, I’ll take it! Though, I should’ve done it from the beginning..”

“Azul kissed me. 

Oh my shit-

MMM I SHOULDN’T HAVE DRANK THE PLUM WINE HE GAVE ME BEFORE WE KISSED, I PROBABLY SMELT BAD-

BUT HE SAID HE LIKES IT??? WAS IT A GOOD CALL I DON’T KNOW-

But... I’m happy.. I got the courage to confess to him! On top of that, he said yes! I’m so happy I could cry..”

“I’m going to be giving the notebook to Trey. He’s gonna record it all down for me today. 

Azul, I hope you’re reading this. I want you to flip to the back. I asked Trey to attached something really important I want to share with you.”

He flipped to the back. There was a slip of paper folded, stapled to the page. It also held the pendent he bought for you. He grabbed it, and unfolded the paper.

“Azul, 

I’m writing this to you 5 months before I die. Crowley told me to tell everyone about my condition, but I wrote this for you specially.

Remember I told you in that truth or dare game?

“If I told you I was scared to die, what would you do?”

To tell you now, I’m still kind of scared. But I won’t show it! Pretending not being scared isn’t like lying.

Okay, but a practical thing, you could do anything you want with this book.

You can tear it up, throw it away, hide it or even show to everyone! Totally up to you!

I’m gonna be honest with you, I was and still jealous of you.

You were and are the picture perfect honor student of NRC. I haven’t been in NRC as long as you, but I’m just so jealous you manage to be so cool and flawless in everything you do! Well, maybe except for flying..

But still! You were and still are my role model! You always manage to amaze me! But not only that, you treated me like your best friend no matter what position you are! Maybe that’s why I fell for you, you didn’t show biasness towards me to become my friend. I hope you were genuine about our friendship!

But, I like the fact you actually sometimes don’t need other people to reflect about yourself, unlike me. I can’t reflect about me all by myself. If I were like you, maybe I could’ve been able to live entirely by myself, with my own unique worth and responsibilities. Of course, while still being friends with others!

But when it comes to self reflection, you are down to earth with yourself, you speak to yourself, and that’s very independent of you. Ever since you were little you were like that too, and that’s what made you hardworking and diligent!

I’ll end it right here, to tell you I love you. Ehehe~ Sorry it’s so sudden.

I love you, meanie.”

drip.

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.

Slowly, Azul felt tears rolling down his face.

He broke. Except... that wasn’t true.

He’d been broken when he first heard you were about to die. He just kept strong for you, as you did for him.

He was so glad, he had spent his time with you.

You needed him. You felt like he’d done everything for you.

But now, you’re gone.

It was thanks to you, he never felt insecure about his past anymore. For the first time he met you, his really lived for the first time. He existed in this world.

“Thank you, y/n..” he choked, smiling meekly at your final goodbye letter to him, as he clutched the pendent he gave you.

“I love you so much...”

From Ramshackle dorm, your slightly dusty octopus plushie rest on the side of your pillow.

From far away, he sensed you hugging it, whispering so close to him although so far,

“I love you too, meanie..”

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HO SHIT-

REBLOG IT I FELT MY TEARS I-

Ok I’m joking

thank you for surviving and following with the story. 

Azul loves you. Bye, have a good day!

@magicpumpkin3 don’t kill me pls-

[lazykcdoodler]

Thoughts on Louie and Della's Relationship + which of the triplets is my vote for Most Likely to hold any sort of longterm grudge against their mom (and why it would be Huey)

I was looking through the Della Duck tag in my blog, when I came across some discourse about the Della-Louie relationship dynamic that I reblogged a while back. I was reading thru the comments and saw someone's HC about how S3 Louie might still hold a small grudge against Della for stealing the Spear of Selene.

And I'm like, no?? If any of the kids in S3 and beyond would hold any sort of substantial grudge against Della for taking the Spear, it would obviously be Huey.

Wait, why did I think that-

Then because Huey's not explored enough, I had to take a step back and think about why I thought of him as the most likely candidate.

First, to work thru my thoughts on Louie and Della's relationship, and why he's less likely to hold a grudge against her in the long run. To start things off, he and Della already had their big clash and make up in the S2 finale. Remember this?

Their small arc in S2 did important things for their character development. That's not to say that they'll never argue again, or that they won't ever have problems. I can certainly see Louie using the Spear as ammunition for a future fight, if things came to that. But Louie and Della have other traits in common, aside from sharp scheminess and their tendency to think that they're the smartest people in any room.

Louie and Della are communicators. Yes, they're both sly and manipulative. But their success in that department comes from their ability to understand people. Dewey might've inherited Della's impulsiveness and natural charisma- but his inclination toward dramatics, his need to be well liked by others, and his desire to stand out among his family and peers, all mean that Dewey is more likely than Louie (but not Huey) to keep secrets and his personal feelings quiet. Della and Louie? Much less so.

It took Louie less than a year to voice his insecurities about his capabilities as an adventurer to Huey. When their mom came back to the Manor, Louie voiced his personal concerns in the very same episode. Louie is a crier. He complains a lot. He's an excellent orator. By far, Louie is the easiest triplet to read as a character, because his thoughts and his intentions are made known to the audience very quickly.

On Della's side of the equation, it's strongly implied throughout the series that she served as the emotional translator between Donald and Scrooge. Don't get me wrong; Scrooge and Donald love each other very much, and they understand each other in a way that very few others do. But when wires get crossed and either of them clam up on their hurt feelings (or fight about other things to avoid the elephant in the room), Della comes in to mediate. She voices whatever the other person won't say out loud. But that deserves its own post.

Regardless of any trouble between Louie and Della, I'm sure of three things. 1) Della and Louie love and care about each other, 2) Della is trying her hardest, Louie doesn't like getting into fights, and he admires passion as a trait in other people, and 3) in spite of everything- despite how agreeable Huey is, or how Dewey's such a momma's boy- out of the boys, Della's relationship with Louie is probably the healthiest in the long run. When it comes to his feelings, Louie is the most emotionally honest triplet. If he beats around the bush, it won't be for long.

While Dewey and Della ride the same wavelength (which causes its own problems), she grounded Louie in Timephoon and said those infamous words because she's been in Louie's place before. She knows what scheming and selfishness got her and her family, and she doesn't want Louie to do the same thing. Because she knows she was harsh- and she knows she might've been too harsh, since she just began learning how to be an authority figure- Della is probably less confident with her ability to handle Louie properly. Which means she's more likely to go to Donald for help with Louie's issues, far more often than she might for Dewey and Huey. Louie will always let Della know where she stands with him. And while she won't take his shit, Della will listen and reciprocate his emotional honesty with her own.

Huey is not good at emotional honesty. Don't get me wrong, he's great at helping other people. But unlike Louie, Huey is as emotionally transparent with his insecurities as a steel bear trap.

So. Why Huey? As I mentioned above, he and Della have stuff in common. They enjoy video games and exploring. They're both outdoorsy. Della is giving this her best shot, and Huey's a kind kid. They get along fine, so obviously things must be fine. Right?

Rrriiiigggghhhhtttt. So, why do I think that Huey's the most likely of the triplets to have any residual resentment toward Della for taking the Spear?

Dewey admired Donald's commitment to his family, but he had to learn to respect him. Louie respected Donald's passion and work ethic, but he had to learn to admire him. Huey never had to learn any of that; Donald has held Huey's respect and admiration from Day 1.

Huey's uncle has a terrible temper. He's easily misunderstood by others. He's the hardest worker on the planet, but he's often underappreciated. Huey can relate. This intrinsic understanding is the root of Huey's longstanding admiration and respect for Donald's character and Donald's efforts. Despite their pre-series financial insecurities, Donald successfully raised three boys on his own while providing them with a relatively middle class lifestyle. Despite everything, Donald is rich in the love of his family and friends.

When it comes to Donald's difficulties with public society, out of his brothers, Huey is the most empathetic to their uncle's plight. He might not be a father of three, but Huey holds the best understanding of the responsibilities that Donald undertook on their behalf.

And therein lies the rub.

Huey Duck is the Responsible One. He works hard, takes his duties as the eldest triplet very seriously, and helps Donald wherever he can. Whether by serving as a vocal translator during a bank transaction, taking charge of his siblings when their uncle is away, or speaking in Donald's defense when his brothers call him boring or lame, Huey tries to makes things easier.

Della probably did some of those things for Donald when they were younger, and vice versa. I'm 99 percent sure that Donald has been teaching her how to AdultTM since she got back from the Moon.

(Because her impulsiveness got her stranded for 10 years).

Huey and Della love each other. They get along great. They have plenty in common. But Huey Duck is by-the-book, and naturally inclined toward hard work- just like his Uncle Donald. Della ripped up the book, took a shortcut, and had to learn to become hardworking the hard way. Huey Duck is the Responsible One. Della had to take a crash course in becoming a Responsible Authority Figure after Louie's scheming almost erased the family from history.

There are many reasons to admire Donald, but his ability to wrangle the three of them is probably near the top of Huey's list. If Donald wasn't responsible before the SOS Incident, he certainly learned to be. Huey has his own lifetime of trouble dealing with Louie's cons, Dewey's impulsiveness, and their collective recklessness and disregard for Huey's work and Huey's passions. They're difficult and infuriating, but Huey tries. And whenever Huey tries, his respect for Donald probably rises. Because Donald isn't their sibling- he's their uncle, their guardian, their first parent since the day the triplets hatched. While the triplets probably had honorary family in their lives long before they met Scrooge (apparently, Mouseton and Duckburg are very close to each other), Donald was HDL's only parent for 10 years.

Because Huey's mom was reckless, and got stranded on the Moon.

At least Huey knows where Louie and Dewey got it from. (It's bad enough, coming from them).

But Huey Duck is the oldest. He needs to be a figure of strength and capability. He needs to be a leader, needs to provide support, needs to be a good role model. His family relies on him for that sort of thing. Mom's been through a lot. Uncle Donald has been through a lot. Huey spent ten years watching his uncle go through a lot. Huey needs to set an example. He's the oldest- which means he needs to extend a hand, make an effort, and bury any proverbial hatchet even if it kills him a little.

(Huey wants things to run smoothly. Huey doesn't want to be a burden for others. Canonically, Huey locks away a lot of his own problems and internal anxieties...until his control slips. Huey hates it when that happens).

Let the record show that I love Della Duck. She's one of my favourite characters. I love how hard she tries, and she's come amazingly far. I'm sure Huey appreciates her efforts.

I'm not saying that canon Huey holds a grudge, or that he secretly resents his mom. I just think that out of all the triplets, he's who I'd pick as the most likely to do so. And unlike Louie and Dewey, Huey knows how to hide certain thoughts and feelings successfully. Huey can be anxious, but he can't be mean (he's already weird and nerdy, he can't afford to be mean). Huey has spent his entire life honing his control over his less...socially acceptable emotions. (Hello, Duke). If Huey has grudges about Della and the Spear or anyone and anything else, I have faith in his ability to hide those negative thoughts for a long, long time.

Until he can't.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Hibiscus Kisses {1}

Chris Evans x OFC Ajali Rambaue AU {Ah-Jah-Lee, Ram-Bow}

Warning: Plot Heavy, Cursing, 

Words: 6.1k

Summary: Ajali decides on a rash decision to go on a Disney cruise, not for her love of Disney, but because she needs time to figure things out after things get even more complicated in her complicated life. She only expected peace, quiet, tropical drinks, and an overabundance of Disney songs. What she got was more than she bargained for when the cruise of a lifetime on the brand new ship Enchantment turned into a nightmare. The only saving grace is that she’s not the only one living through the nightmare. Can Ajali survive the test of a lifetime and the dangers ahead of her, and better yet, will she finally be able to live a little?

Note: Hey, hey, hey, guys! So here we are trying something different/new. I hope you enjoy this. 🤞🏽 Please feel free to tell me what you think. I’m super excited to explore this one with you all. 🤗 Also, what do you guys think of the title? What does it make you think of?

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***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

**Very Interactive**

***French Language Incorporated w/translations according to Google***

“Yes, mom, I packed my charger and my vitamins. Oh my god, of course, I have my scarf. Mom!”

 Your mother continued to press you about things any woman would never forget packing. This was how she was normally. Almost morning, she would make her routine calls. First to your sister Atali, then to you. When she made it to you, she’d ask if you ate, and of course, by the time she called you, you were usually at work or on your way to it, and you wouldn’t have eaten. Then she’d ask you why you hadn’t eaten, to which she’d go back and forth with you about the importance of eating a well-balanced meal. Somehow that would lead to her asking how you expected to find the one when you didn’t eat enough. It was a never-ending thing with her. She was obsessed with you and your sister finding the one.

You understood. Your parents had been married for well over two decades, and they were still disgustingly in love. There was also no one like your dad, so you understood. They both saw what a catch they both were. After she told you the story of how she finessed your dad and got married in record time, it always turned into focus on you finding someone to marry. No matter how many times you told her that even though marriage was great and all, you weren’t in any hurry, it never registered.

 “Mom, I have everything I need. It is just supposed to be a two-week cruise.”

 “You’d be surprised the things you realize you left once you’re at sea. Then it will be too late,” Cynthia, your mother warned.

 “Then I’ll just buy it. Mom, I’m not going to the middle of nowhere. I am going on a huge ship from one of the world’s most reputable companies. I am positive they have every possible thing I could want to buy onboard. Plus, when we dock at ports, I’ll be able to buy much more.”

 “You’re always buying. Gah, I blame your father. He spoiled you and your sister rotten.”

 “I am not spoiled. It’s not like I haven’t worked for my money. Yes, daddy helped me set up my company, but I got where I am today because of me,” you professed.

 “I know, sweetheart, you don’t have to preach to the choir. All I’m saying is your daddy’s wealth only helped spoil you and Lali more. I saw it in you at the playground the most. You always wanted what the other kids were playing with. If it was a ball, you tried to take it. If it were the swings, you’d overtake it, toys in the sandbox my goodness those kids would end up with sand in their eyes and you alone with the toys.”

 “Some would call that persistence, hardworking, and assertive.”

 Your mother laughed then tsked.

 “I’m surprised that when you were in high school, I never got a call about you getting into a fight because you stole some girl’s boyfriend.”

 You pursed your lips, but as you were going to open your mouth to respond, your phone vibrated, signaling a notification.

 “Hang on, mom.”

 You thanked the Lyft driver for helping with your bags then checked your phone.

 MSG Javii: I’ve been calling you all night. Come on, Chaton (kitten). You have to talk to me at some point. Tu me manques (I miss you).

 You sighed and rolled your eyes. He had some nerve, you thought.

 “Ajali, hello!”

 “Yes, mom, I’m here. Sorry. I was getting my bags together.”

 “So, you’re really doing this?”

 “Yes, mom. Why wouldn’t I?”

 “Who goes on a cruise alone? What about the man I heard in the background of our call a few weeks ago? Why not go with him?”

 You rolled your eyes again, thinking about that man in the background a few weeks ago who was on your shit list.

 “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It was the tv,” you lied.

 “Ajali--,” your mother began before you cut her off.

 “—Plus, mom, it’s a Disney cruise,” you stressed.

 “Exactly. The people who go on Disney cruises are families, wives, husbands, kids. You are neither of them and have nether of them.”

 You balanced your phone on your shoulder and rolled your luggage toward the designated pier.

 “I just need some time to myself to clear my head and destress. Two weeks.”

 “Ignore your mother, my petal. You take the time you need. I’ve told you, and your sister working is important, but living is just as important. You don’t live to work; you work to live,” your father said.

 “Thank you, daddy.”

 “Plus, maybe you will find a worthy man on this cruise while you’re living,” your father slid in.

 “Oh god, not you too, daddy.”

 “We are unified in this, Lulu. He may wear the pants, but I control the buttons and the zipper if you know what I mean.”

 You tasted vomit in your mouth.

 “Eck! That is disgusting, mother. On that note, I gotta go.”

 “Wait, wait, enjoy yourself, my petal. We love you.”

 “Love you too, daddy, love you, mom.”

 With that, you ended the call and continued to walk toward Pier eighty-one. You passed families with rowdy children who looked like they couldn’t wait to get ice cream wasted, couples who looked as if they couldn’t wait to get to their suites and even elderly couples who were dressed to the nines for vacation, including already applied sunscreen and sunhats. Despite what your mother thought, Disney cruises were for everyone.

 You’d purposely chosen Disney because you didn’t want to be around other couples who were loved up and nauseatingly adorable, spewing love in the air. You wanted to be as far from that as possible. Love was the last thing on your mind. You were going on this cruise to get away from it. Your phone vibrated and went off twice.

 MSG Atali: Have you made your getaway yet?

 You stopped rolling and went to reply.

 MSG: Almost. I’m walking to the boarding line now.

MSG Atali: I think you’re doing the right thing. Space and time. In two weeks you’ll know what you want to do. I hope it’s what we talked about.

MSG: I know, Lali, I know.

MSG Atali: Have some fun too. It’s Disney.

 You could picture her face as you read it. She was probably cheesing at this very minute.

 MSG: Thank you for looking after the company while I’m gone.

MSG Atali: Boo, you know it’s my company too, right. Don’t worry; our clients will be taken care of. I’ve got it covered.

 You knew she did. Atali was the older one and had always acted like it, even though she was only nine months older. You knew she could take care of things on her own while you were away.

 MSG: I know, still. Thank you.

MSG Atali: You’re welcome, Lulu. Call me later. Margaret Bailey’s appointment is next. Apparently, she’s throwing some party, and she wants to be the envy of everyone.

MSG: Eck, you have your work cut out for you. Bye.

 As you were putting your phone away, another message came in.

 MSG Javii: Chaton (kitten), call me, please. Don’t you think you’re dragging this out a little?

 You almost said, “are you stupid” out loud. The man had some nerve. Dragging it out? You rolled your eyes as another message came in.

 MSG Javii: Je t’aime (I love you).

 Just like that, you melted. He was playing on the fact that your father was French, and the language itself was a favorite of yours. He was not a stupid man; he was a smart businessman.

 MSG Javii: I’m sorry. I know we’ve talked about it, but you have to give me more time. Please.

Unbelievable, you thought as you exited your messages and stuck your phone into your back pocket. You turned and ran smack dab into someone’s hard body.

 “Shit. I’m so sorry,” you rushed out even as you were falling back.

 A pair of strong arms grabbed you and firmly held you, preventing your fall.

“It’s okay, you’re lucky I don’t mind beautiful women bumping into me,” a deep masculine voice said. You knew it was a man, but you couldn’t see his face even though he looked to be well over six feet. His head was dipped low, and the hat he wore over hair that fell to his neck was so low you couldn’t see anything but the full beard that showed off a chiseled jawline.

 He set you right side up and slowly brought his hands from your arms back to his side. “Stay safe out there,” he said before he walked off.

 You stood there for a few moments, then looked back to where he’d walked and watched him saunter away. He had a slight dip to the way he walked that could either be seen as a happy go lucky type of thing or something that said he had some sort of swagger. Before you stared any longer, you sprang into motion with wheeling your luggage to the growing line to board the ship. Thankfully the line went quickly thanks to the ten different lanes that had ship staffers ready and eager to help guests.

 When it was your turn, a friendly-looking woman with a trendy bob cut explained what to do. While she talked, her smile never fell, but you didn’t really pay attention because her uniform was so distracting. She had on a purple and green hat that had mermaid scales and Ariel printed all over it. This hat matched the shirt and skirt combo she wore. Her shirt was two-toned, on one side was Ariel’s face, and on the other was mermaid scales while her skirt was plain white. It looked like The Little Mermaid threw up all over her. You didn’t expect anything else; it was a Disney cruise after all.

 After doing all the check-in steps, such as handing off your rolling luggage to the ship porters and taking a photo for your provided identification wrist band that the crew will use to identify you and your indicated needs, you boarded the ship. All the friendly faces you passed all looked happy to welcome you to Disney Cruises and to direct you to where you wanted to go. The noise inside was much louder inside than it was out. The kids that looked excited outside looked downright jubilant inside as they posed for pictures with life-sized Disney characters and got welcome ice cream treats.

 You were even tempted to take a picture or two, but you decided against it. What you did not decide against was ice cream. You took an offered vanilla cone and kept on your way, looking around the ship as the other guests did. From your research, this was the best-rated cruise this year. It was a newer Disney ship and one that cost over ten million dollars to design and build. Everyone said it was the Rolls Royce of Disney cruises.

From what you saw with the décor looked to have cost a fortune. There was glass, fancy lights, and marble everywhere. It was clear they didn’t skimp on funding and clear that they had the comfort and luxury in mind. There were plants around the central atrium that gave off that tropical vacation vibe and even paintings and pictures hanging on the walls that further pushed the agenda that this was supposed to be a fun time for all.

 The more you walked around looking at different areas, the more you were impressed. If the gathering areas looked this upscale, you were even more excited to see your suite.

 “Can I help you with anything, ma’am?”

 You shook your head and smiled at the man wearing Hans all over him. “I’m all right, thank you.”

 The next thirty minutes or so were spent walking around while following the map in your hand. You found and noted where the spa, library, on-ship garden, movie theater, bowling alley, tropical setting wave pool, and best restaurants and bars were. You had every intention of soaking up all the luxury that you’d paid top dollar for. When you saw a few amenities that you hadn’t expected, your jaw dropped. You had no idea why there was an ice skating rink or an indoor sky flying dome that had the tallest clear tube you’d ever seen. You didn’t know who’d designed this cruise, but you knew it must have cost millions. You were sure you wouldn’t be getting in that sky flying dome.

 When you finally got the alert that your suite was ready, it was well after one in the afternoon. The walk among the crowds was noisy. Everyone was either talking about what they wanted to do first, how enormous and beautiful the ship was, or making a plan for the cruise duration. In between all the chatter, there of course, were the screams and cries of babies and toddlers who were already losing their shit.

 This is what you’d expected when you decided on this Disney cruise over another like Carnival or Norwegian. You knew that the other passengers would be of a specific age range leaning on the younger and family-oriented side, which meant you wouldn’t have to fight off unwanted suitors who tried to shoot their shot. It also meant that you wouldn’t have to deal with any sort of drama that usually happened on a cruise with young adults all looking to hook up. That was not what you needed right now. You wanted to stay as far away from hooking up or eligible men that had blue eyes or a perfect head of hair, or abs that were chiseled by Michelangelo himself, or an ass that would make a mannequin jealous.

 On the elevator ride to your floor, you caught the eye of an adorable little boy with a complete head of luscious dark locks and doe eyes with an unmeasurable depth. His smile was innocent. Every time your eyes met his, he hid behind his mother. When you looked away, he looked back at you. After two or three playful back and forth glances, which had him becoming more adorable, you surprised him by not looking away. When he realized it, his squeal was so childlike and filled with so much glee that everyone on the elevator had to giggle. Over the next several minutes, the passengers on the elevator got off group by group until it was just a few people remaining.

 “Sixth floor,” the elevator attendant announced.

 You made your way through the door but gave the adorable boy a look. “Have a fun cruise, cutie,” you said with a wink before the doors closed with the sound of his giggles. You looked at your phone to remind yourself which room was yours, then glanced at the numbers on the wall that directed you where to go. The dinging sound of an elevator brought your attention down the hall to your right to see one man walk off. His hat was dipped down low, but you noticed his face was buried in his phone before he turned and walked in the opposite direction of you.

 Focusing on the signs on the door, you walked down the left side of the aisle. It didn’t take you long to realize your room was at the end of the hall. Once you reached it, you glanced back to see the same man with his tipped low hat. It looked like the same man from before outside the ship. It couldn’t be, you thought. The odds were not that small. As you opened your door, you saw him disappear into the room at the opposite end of the hall.

 Once you walked inside, you immediately thought that this was what you got when you had Atali handle the arrangements. The theme of the room was clearly sky blue. The couch in the living area was a satin, silky sky blue that looked as if it was plush and comfortable. It matched the blue and grain colored carpet before it perfectly, and the abstract blown glass art on the wall. The colors all worked together to give you a sense of peace. It wouldn't have been something you’d chosen because, unlike Atali, you liked to keep things as low maintenance as possible. Just because your family had money doesn’t mean you had to look or behave as if you did.

 When you walked into the bedroom portion of the stateroom, you saw your suitcases waiting for you in the far left corner of the room. The sunlight pouring in from the screened balcony bathed the room in a beautiful, cheerful yellow that was so inviting that once you kicked off your shoes, you had to step out into it. The temperature was not blazing hot because it was just the middle of April in New York, and that meant a mix of chilly and warm days with the occasional possible snow shower. The salty air of the sea was one of your favorite smells. You remembered when your father took your family to France on your yearly family vacation. As a child, you loved the beach and the salt of the sea. When you became an adult, nothing had changed.

 Not realizing how long you remained on the balcony, an intercom announcement came on.

 “Attention passengers, this is Lucas Albright, one of your captains. It is with great pleasure that I welcome you aboard this Disney Enchantment Cruise.”

 He paused, and you could hear the uproar of cheers and claps from over the intercom as well as in the halls and neighboring staterooms.

 “We are all excited to host you on this two and a half week christening journey from New York. I say christening because you lot are the first to travel on this brand new ship. This is her maiden voyage.”

 More cheers and applause came for what felt like forever.

 “We will be on this beautiful vessel for two days, at which time we dock in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic at approximately eleven o’clock in the morning, where you can enjoy plenty of the excursions and activities for the day.”

 Again applause followed. Everyone was undoubtedly excited about this cruise. You tried to get out of your funk and onboard the excitement train.

 “We will then set sail again, leaving port at ten o’clock that evening and moving on to two days at sea until we reach our second destination of Port of Grand Turk in beautiful Turks & Caicos. At that time, we dock at eleven 0’clock and lift anchors at ten o’clock. From the beautiful Turks & Caicos, we will be at sea for two days until we reach the tropical breezes of the British Virgin Islands!”

 You were already making some mental plans for everything you wanted to do at each port.

 “After spending out eleven o’clock to ten o’clock time there. We set sail to the glorious white sandy beaches of—Arrrruuuba!”

 At that time, the classic Beach Boys song Kokomo came on at the Aruba part. It was so corny, but everyone seemed to love it. You shook your head as the short clip of the song played loudly until it was lowered to play in the background.

 “Again, we’re docking at eleven o’clock to set sail again at ten o’clock. We are then at sea for three more days until we get to Ocho Rios, Jamaaaaica!”

 As he spoke, you went around the room, placing things you’d need and freshening yourself up. When he finally finished giving the itinerary, you were situated and checking the schedule of events for the day. All in all, it was set to be an action packed seventeen days at sea. Atali must have chosen this length because she knew seven or ten days would not be enough time.

 “All right, ladies, gentlemen, kids, and big kids, I hope to see you all at the welcome mingle we’ve scheduled to begin within the next twenty minutes or so, at which time we will lift anchors and say sayonara to New York and aloha to the seven seas.”

 He had a voice for radio or a game show. It was velvety deep, just what many women seemed to like these days. You grabbed your phone and crossbody bag and walked out of your room. You had a mission before you lifted anchor. Everyone was still abuzz with talk of the itinerary as more of the beach boys played over the ship speaker system. Vacation vibes were in full effect. Once you got to the media area, you promptly purchased your airtime so your cell would be able to work while at sea. You knew your mother would have a heart attack if you went two days without checking in with her. You didn’t think it was because she was that attached to her children though, you knew it was her motherly duty to remain up in the tea, so she felt continuously connected. As she got older and older, you realized it more and more.

 As soon as that mission was completed, you made your way to the top deck where the mingle was being held. As you stepped out into the sun, you marveled at just how extravagant Disney had chosen to go with this ship. Several feet before you stretching obscenely high into the air, you saw something that looked like a rollercoaster. There were plenty of other passengers pointing to it and excitedly chattering about it. You made a mental note to stay as far away from it as possible. Who would think to ride an insanely high rollercoaster on a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean?

 Slowly you walked around the deck, cordially smiling at those you passed. You passed a bar area and took one of the prepared cocktails, and proceeded to find a good spot at the side of the ship to watch them lift anchor. After several minutes of searching and bumping into all the excited kids and passengers who were posing for pictures with friends, family, and Disney staff, you found an excellent spot to press your back against.

 Across the way, a familiar hat caught your eye. It was him, you thought. He always kept his head low and tried to steer away from big crowds. It was strange to you considering he’d chosen to get on a cruise ship filled with hundreds of people. He wouldn’t be able to escape the crowds. Your eyes followed him as he walked to another bar to grab one of the drinks there. As he did, he joked with the bartender, and it was then you saw a flash of his pearly smile. You couldn’t tell if he was attractive or not, mostly since all you’d gotten were glimpses of pieces of his face. Part of you wanted him to take off the stupid hat so you could be sure, but the other part—the sensible part that remembered why you’d chosen a Disney cruise slapped your ass back into focus.

 “Welcome, Disney guests!”

 In response, everyone around you screamed, clapped, cheered, and stomped so loudly the sound could have rivaled that of a rave.

 “We are pleased to welcome you once again!”

 As one of the staff members continued to speak about the ship procedures, expectations, highlights, amenities, and more, you continued to look around the deck, taking in all the grandeur before you. It didn’t take long to get lost in the directory you held. Again you took note of where everything was that you wanted to experience and even went as far as to make a plan of what you wanted to eat each night. Between you and Atali, you were the planner. You liked things to make sense and liked them to be stable and constantly reliable. You hated the erraticness of people and impulsivity. You always tried to steer as far from it as possible.

 By the time the speeches were finished, you’d had three drinks and were working on your fourth. The vibration of your phone brought your attention to it.

 MSG Javii: Chaton?

 You rolled your eyes and sighed out a little louder than you intended. What attracted you to him in the first place was what was annoying you right now. His persistence. You sat in a nearby seat and stared at the text exchange and thought of what you wanted to reply. Five minutes passed with you not typing one word. The truth was you didn’t know what to say. You were that jumbled up. The stress of it all was making your head hurt. You rubbed your brow and began your message.

 MSG: I need some time away.

 Instantly a message came back.

 MSG Javii: From me?

 Bobbing your head from side to side, you tried to make a quick decision.

 MSG: From this—us.

 MSG Javii: Chaton, say what you mean. You know I prefer directness. Do you mean from me?

 MSG: Yes.

 A few minutes passed before he sent another message. You wondered if you’d hurt him. Part of you didn’t want to hurt him, but the other part wanted him to suffer and see what it was like to be without you. Maybe then he’d start appreciating what he had.

 MSG: I just need to figure some things out.

MSG Javii: Are you breaking up with me, Chaton?

 The name was killing you, and you were sure he knew it. Every time he called you “chaton,” it made your belly flutter.

 MSG: I just need time and space, Javii.

MSG Javii: I love you. You know that, right? I love you more than anything.

MSG: If that were true, I’d be there right now instead of where I am. I have to go.

 You closed your messages and sighed out again.

 “Mm, I can easily read that expression, and if any man causes brow or forehead wrinkles, he isn’t the one.”

 Your head snapped to your right to see an older woman sitting there. She wore a straw hat atop her long red hair that looked close to that of Lucille Ball’s. The hue of her hair complimented her bronze and gold complexion. Her makeup was expertly done, as was her purple painted nails that pinched the straw that was at the corner of her mouth, a mouth that was painted perfectly accentuating her cupid’s bow lips. She was gorgeous.

 “Uh--,” you began as she continued.

 “The only one who is worth it is the one who gives you cheek wrinkles and smile creases.”

You grinned to yourself and took a sip from your glass that was resting on the table between you.

 “Trust me. I’ve dated plenty of men, ones who cause both, ones who cause one more than the other and ones who only cause one—the bad ones.” She motioned to the space between her eyebrows, symbolizing stress wrinkles from furrowing your brows.

 “I have yet to meet one who only causes smile creases,” she finished.

 You shrugged and looked glanced back to your phone before you put it on the table face down.

 “Maybe that one doesn’t exist on this Earth,” you countered.

 “A skeptic, I see. You’re one of those women who don’t believe in the one, right?”

 After scoffing, you looked at her. “I don’t know what I believe. Once upon a time, I did then---things got complicated.”

 The woman placed her drink down and nudged her fist underneath her chin, giving you her complete attention.

 “Oh, complications are the joys of life, darling. Nothing is ever cut and dry or so simple and steady. I say go for the ride but make sure you hand on for the bumps.”

 You contemplated her words. There was some logic there, but once she said nothing was simple or steady, you had to admit your heart skipped a beat. You hated when things weren’t simple. You took your glass again and finished its contents. At the same time, your eye found the man who’d caught you maybe an hour ago. You watched as he walked closer to where you were seated and caught another glimpse of his face before he passed you.

 From beside you, you heard the woman whistle.

 “I wouldn’t mind going for a ride with that one.”

 Your laugh was loud and couldn’t be stopped. You shook your head at her, but she didn’t look one bit embarrassed or remorseful.

 “It’s a cruse darling, a vacation. Now’s the time to live a little—or a lot,” she said, finishing with an exaggerated wink.

 This woman was inadvertently suggesting you let your hoe flag fly for the duration of the cruise. She reminded you of your aunt Josephine from your father’s side. As a French woman, she definitely embodied the French lifestyle of only living once and to live life right the first time. You’d spent countless hours with her listening to her stories of her travels, boyfriends, escapades. You and Atali always loved to live vicariously through her. That was until Atali came of age and decided to live just like her.

 You sat with this woman who introduced herself as Genevieve and listened to her stories of life and love. Usually, you hated speaking to strangers, but she didn’t feel like one. She felt like a kindred spirit, a much more carefree spirit but still kindred the same. You didn’t realize that two hours had almost passed with the two of you sipping cocktails and giggling. When you said your goodbyes, you wandered around the ship, taking in all it had to offer. You peeked in on activities that were already underway and scoped out other places you could disappear in.

 You made it back to your room in time to shower, change, and put on a lite layer of makeup before you made it to dinner at one of the forty restaurants. Once you walked into the restaurant, the atmosphere screamed luxury though it was not opulently done. It still looked family-friendly, but it was done in a way that let you know that you were meant to feel important by the décor alone.

 At the bottom of the long stairs, you quickly looked around, trying to find an empty table. When you’d zeroed in on one, you saw a hand waving you down—the hand of the same woman from before, Genevieve. Why not, you thought to yourself before you began to cross the dining area toward her. Within a few steps, you ran right into a body that felt like a brick wall. You could feel your body falling backward, but in the nick of time, a pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around your back, holding you in place.

If his face had been eluding you all day, it was not anymore. The eyes you stared into were blue enough that the sea you sailed would be envious. His lips were so red that an apple would want a rematch for bragging rights and his face so symmetrical that even the perfect line of symmetry didn’t seem perfect enough when next to him. The man was gorgeous. You watched his eyes roam your face as if he was in no rush, wanting to take in every detail. What felt like minutes was probably only seconds before he set you upright. As you were prepared to speak, he smiled, and the action had you feeling like you’d been hit in the head at the same time as your gut.

 “Twice in one day. What’re the odds? Are you okay?”

 Rather than speaking, you nodded.

 “Are you sure?”

 “Yes, thank you. I’m—I’m sorry,” you stuttered.

 “Nah, forget about it. No harm, no foul.”

 From behind him, you could see Genevie giving you a look that said she wanted to know what was being said and who he was.

 “I uh—I was going that way,” you said, nodding your head to behind him.

 “And me that way.” He nodded behind you. “Stay safe out there,” he uttered before he walked off in the direction you’d just come from, giving you the opportunity to walk to Genevieve.

 The look on her face needed no words to along with it, but she still spoke.

 “Is that the same snack from before?”

 You nodded and nearly snorted out, hearing her use the word.

 “What’s his name?”

 “No idea, but I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before. I just—can’t place it.”

 “I don’t know how. I’d never forget a face like that.”

 She had a point; he had an unforgettable face, one that stayed with you and possibly could haunt your nights. You bet he got whatever he wanted and whoever he wanted. As dinner progressed, you had your choice of different appetizers, entrees, drinks, and desserts. If one wanted Scandinavian food, they could get it, or southern food it was within reach. As you ate, you listened to more of Genevieve’s stories. She told you about the men she’d dated, the things she’d seen in her years, and lessons she’d learned from those men. The moral you learned from her stories was love often, love hard, and love entirely because while you’d remember the pain, you’d remember the love more.

 As you ate and listened to her, you couldn’t help but think of the reason you were on this cruise in the first place. You were not running to love but from it. If you were to listen to Genevieve, you should have stayed your ass in New York and gone to Javii. If you listened to her, you’d probably spend another year living in sin. By the end of dinner, you’d met three other women all within the same age range as you, but they all were in different times of their lives. One was newlywed, and on her honeymoon, the second married a year and expecting her first child and the third long married with three children.

 It was an interesting look at alternate timelines for you. Any of them could have ended up being you if you’d only made different choices. Part of you wondered which one you wanted to be more, your natural self, or one of the three possibilities.

 After dinner, you made your way to one of the theaters to watch the planned show for the night. It was a re-enactment of The Little Mermaid, and the audience was filled with little ones who clapped and cheered throughout. You were surprised at how well the staff performed. They could have easily been true broadway stars. A little more than halfway through the show, you found the stranger with the deep eyes across the room. He was sitting alone, just watching the show with a relaxed look on his face. He looked as if he were genuinely enjoying it. Your curiosity was piqued as to why he was sitting alone watching The Little Mermaid on a ship full of people and why he didn’t seem to be bothered to make acquaintances. Who came on a cruise alone? Once you thought it, you wanted to laugh at yourself. You were the one to come on a cruise alone.

 As you were about to look away, his eyes found yours. At first, they looked empty as if he were looking right through you. Then after a few moments, there was a spark in them. You watched him raise his glass to you with a soft smile teasing his lips. Realizing you’d been caught looking, you curtly nodded back then looked to the stage to focus on the show.

 Two in the morning. That was the time when you finally made it back to your room. Festivities were going on all around the ship. No one seemed as if they wanted to go back to their rooms. There was something for everyone. The little ones had endless activities, including a sleepover with their favorite Disney characters, where they were set to have plenty of fun for the night. There was a mixer set up like a rave on the opposite side of the ship for the adults. From the things you saw when you scoped it out, you were sure a few siblings were going to be conceived tonight.

 As you scanned your bracelet and opened your door, you looked back to see the stranger again. He was looking directly down at you. You gave him a head salute and disappeared inside your room. After a quick shower, you found your way to your balcony to watch the waves roll by with a glass of wine. It was the perfect end to the night.

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[bookfast-at-tiffanys]

Hi everyone, I know my blog is usually very lighthearted but there’s an issue I’ve seen cropping up a lot (especially in the TSC fandom) and I just want to discuss it. This is obviously not directed at anyone, it’s a general awareness post for everyone.

Basically I’ve noticed that people ask to be in creators (of all type)’s tag lists and then when the post is posted, the person tagged likes it and then moves on. It’s so demotivating! Especially when someone has asked and asked and somehow continued asking about a fic or edit and then they don’t reblog it. This also happens generally, people see creators work and just like it. They may also leave a loving comment, but it doesn’t really feel the same to a content creator. It’s obviously appreciated but, why not reblog it and write your comment in the tags? That way you can spread it too. It’s that easy. This may sound like not too big of an issue but it is, TRUST ME. As a creator of sorts, I know it’s a problem. The reason it’s a problem is that it’s so discouraging to the creators. It feels like people don’t like it enough to have it on their blog. Overall it just causes creators to, after a while, stop making things.

This isn’t Instagram y’all. There’s a reblog button for a reason. The like button, in all honesty, is just a note adder. The reblog button is the important button. That spreads work and means that all your followers can see it. Liking helps no one. Eg. when I see people reblogging my work rather than liking it, I get more excited. Obviously all support is appreciated but reblogging sometimes just helps a creators peace of mind. It means people see it and actively want to show others. It boosts creators confidence so much! More than you can imagine.

It really does hurt when you look at, for example, a meme or shitpost (I think that’s the name given to them? - if not sorry) and it has for example 500 reblogs or 900 reblogs but then the edit or fic that you spent FOREVER making for others to see, gets maybe 100-200 reblogs. It’s obviously different for everyone and all support is really appreciated but it just stings a bit to see your hardwork not getting spread. It’s demotivating and honestly, it’s the reason some content creators just stop making content or delete all their content. Many creators are discouraged in the TSC fandom for that reason and the other, above, reasons.

It’s as if people make Tumblr blogs only to like things and then leave. What’s the pain in reblogging someone’s hard work? Obviously if there’s something triggering to you, please don’t feel obliged to reblog it. It doesn’t make you a bad person because you didn’t reblog it. But if it’s an edit or fic that you LOVED, then why not reblog it? Why not leave some love in the tags? Feedback is an amazing motivator for content creators. It helps SO MUCH! You feel like ah, people did, in fact, enjoy what I made. Then you feel motivated to make more! That’s a plus for content creators - they’re making more content and feeling motivated and appreciated, and for the people seeing content - yay you get more content!

Thank you for listening and if you actually read the whole post (thank you for that), please give it some thought. It’s not meant to target anyone in particular but even if you think ‘Yeah! I reblog loads!’, just give it a thought. If it turns out maybe you don’t reblog much then.... maybe you could start reblogging?

All it takes is one click of a button. It can really lift someone’s day, trust me.

[randomfandomimagine]

With No Content November, I think it's a good time to go on a little annoyed rant dedicated to those few people that feel entitled to reading fanfiction. Most people are lovely and should not take offence to this rant (not you, sweeties, you are angels and we are happy to have you) but I've just seen a lot of negativity and disrespect sent to my mutuals and even to me sometimes and I want to speak about it. 

I know most people won’t take the time to read it or even skim through it, but if you care about content creators and don’t want the writing community to die, you should give this a read or at least skim through it to understand how we feel and why all of these things are so important.

First of all, you have to understand we are not paid to do this. We do this for free because we enjoy writing and love fandoms, but there's a reason we share our fanfiction. If we share it is because we want opinions, we want feedback, reblogs, asks... Why else would we post them? If we wanted to keep our writing to ourselves we would, but we post it here to know what people think of it and interact with them. This brings me to another thing: requests.

I have so much fun writing requests (and I think my mutuals do too) but all the excitement and motivation I have for writing a request just vanishes if it's for nothing. Why waste time writing a request if it's barely going to get any notes? Why would we accept requests if some of the people that request don't even thank us, not even with a little reblog? When requesters like the post, it only let us know they saw it and it feels like they didn’t enjoy it enough to reblog it, like what we wrote wasn’t good enough. Is it really that hard to do something in return for all the time, creativity and effort we put in writing something for you for free? It's common sense, it's politeness and courtesy.

Another thing is... don't ever feel like writers owe you anything, so don't you fucking dare call any writer lazy. I’ve seen this and it’s awful. As I said above, we do this for free, it's not our jobs and we are under no obligation to work our butts off just so you can read some fanfiction. If you want it so bad, try writing it yourself and see how hard it truly is to come up with it. To be faithful to the request, to have the writing be coherent, concise and beautiful, to make sure the characterization is good, etc. Writing is a lot harder than it seems!

Also... we have lives? And if you haven't noticed, 2020 is being a very difficult year for everyone. I personally lost my grandma, and it's been very hard dealing with her death and her absence, it still is after three months. We're also in the middle of a fucking pandemic as well as our personal stuff (college or classes in general, jobs, family stuff...) so we have to take more breaks and look after ourselves to take care of our mental health. It’s awful that you throw this on people’s faces when it’s the natural thing to do.

Also, it sucks that on top of feeling guilty for doing something as normal as taking a few days off to avoid burnout or to clear our minds, we return to even less interaction than before. It feels like we have to slave away on this site to get some recognition and payoff for our hardwork, and it feels so discouraging.

If you don’t want this community to die like it already is, know all of this! Support your content creators, not just writers, but artists, gif creators and other talented and harworking people that make Tumblr as full of stuff as it is right now. Likes do absolutely nothing, reblogs are very important! As well as this, show your love and appreciation for creators with little comments, they can be replies on a post or an ask! If you don’t really know how to do it, ask, communicate! There are so many ways to support the art you enjoy, so please do it before it’s too late!!

[bangtanarmynet]

And the christmas award for the best team goes to...

A network means a lot more than just queuing and reblogging the creations of our wonderful members. It is a lot of work that goes on behind the scenes that you might not see every day from editing to html work, to talking to members, helping when there’s tagging issues or other problems. It means being a mod on the chat, making sure people feel safe within the networks space, discussing important topics and creating events for everyone to join.

Every day my admins and mods work hard to keep the network going and growing and without them BANGTANARMYNET wouldn’t exist. So, this is why this year, I want to introduce to you my galaxy team, a team filled with amazing, kind and very talented people. I want to keep my messages short, because I really encourage you to check out my amazing team. Please give them lots of love!

Merry Christmas to all of you! 💞

✨ @yoonqiful​ ✨ who is not only an amazing admin but a talented gif maker! she has such a unique style to her gifs, that one would recognize from a mile away! thank you for all the work that you do and i hope you know how much i appreciate you being there for this network. 

→ gifs

✨ @kkulmoon​ ✨ who gives us the best high quality gifs in form of mr long legs kim, everyone wants to marry him, namjoon. thank you for being so hardworking (in everything that you do!) and always there, when you are needed! 

→ gifs

✨@flora-jimin​ ✨ an amazing author and a kind-hearted person who jumped in right when we needed her the most. thank you for becoming our newest addition to the team and adapting so quickly. 

→ writer

✨@katalytic​ ✨ who has a gentle, sweet soul and big heart which she fills with all kinds of fandoms. although you wondered why we picked you, i’m pretty sure about my decision. you are a responsible and funny person, you’re always doing your tasks and therefore are a wonderful addition to our galaxy. thank you for bringing your joy into our team. 

→ multifandom

✨@jinterlude ✨ my one and only forever-admin, who is not only a princess but certainly writes the best princess!au’s. if you haven’t read them, have you really fulfilled your girly luxurious empowered princess life, yet? i could probably ramble on and on and on about how you are my forever-admin, since you and i go waaaay back. thank you. just thank you. thank you for being by my side, for being my soup mate, for being my partner. why has life put us on two different continents? maybe...we would be too strong together lmao anyways i love you

→ writer

✨@guktro​ ✨ who can just do it all…gfx, gifs and fics? Yep, he’s got them. thank you for your beautiful mind with all of your creative ideas. thank you for standing up for people, for making sure others are safe and being a great, responsible mod. you complete our team and i hope you know how much i adore you. 

→ writer, gifs/gfx

I hope you know how much I love each and everyone of you. You all deserve nothing but love and safety in the world. You stepped in, when I most needed you, you made sure that this network is working like a well-oiled machine. And to everyone else who has worked for this team before and had to leave because of various of reasons. Thank you to you, too. I appreciate every single thing that you did for this network. Without you, we wouldn’t be where we are right now. 

Thank you for making my team, the best one. The one and only. The galaxy team.

Your admin,

@softjeon​

[a-p-witchcraft]

Taurus: April 20th-May 20th

The sign of the Bull.

Basic/generalized overview: The Bull’s outlook on life is steady with an appreciation of creature comforts. Taurus has an affinity for nature, which usually gives the legendary “green thumb” to those born under this sign. Your gardens and/or house plants tend to be beautiful and lush; and through persistence, which sometimes amounts to pure bull-headedness, you will nearly always materialize desired goals and dreams. Fragrances, colors, and sounds delight your sensual nature; and musical ability, especially singing, is at often times amongst your talents.

Now, let’s dive a little deeper!!

In astrology, each zodiac sign is represented by one of three modalities: cardinal, fixed, or mutable. A sign's modality is just another way of saying, "This is how this sign expresses itself." The Taurus modality is fixed, meaning people born under this sign tend to be reliable, persistent, and stable.

But there are many other fascinating Taurus characteristics besides just having a grounded nature. Here are some of the most important Taurus traits to know.

Positive Traits:

Taureans are considered to be the anchor of the zodiac. Their fixed modality means that Bulls love their stability and find comfort in consistency. Anything or anyone that endangers that or their sense of security could find themselves facing a very angry tour de force!

People born under the Taurus sign also value honesty above all else, so don't try to pull a fast one on them—they'll never forgive you if they find out you've deceived them.

Like their celestial animal representative, Taureans don't shy away from hard work and aren't afraid to do what it takes to get the job done. In other words, if there's a Taurus in your group for a class project, you're in great hands! Coupled with their hardworking nature is a level of ambition and mental tenacity that makes Taureans a true force to be reckoned with.

But it's not all work for these Bulls. As an earth sign that's also ruled by Venus, Taureans love pleasure and enjoy all things luxurious and cozy. "Work hard, play hard" is a motto that can definitely be applied to this sign. With a taste for the finer things in life, the Taurus sign knows how to relax and have a good time.

Negative Traits:

Just as bulls are known for their incredible stubbornness, people born under the Taurus sign are often viewed as being very set in their ways. If you ask them about it, they'll just tell you it's their dedicated nature and not them trying to be difficult. This quality makes them super resistant to change.

Additionally, Taureans aren't fond of authority and might challenge a teacher or professor who they believe is wrong about something or just wasting their time. So you know that one student in class who's always talking back to the professor? Probably a Taurus.

If they're not careful, Taureans can take their pleasure-seeking ways too far. Such hedonistic tendencies can lead to outright laziness and procrastination, which never looks good on anyone!

On the other end of the spectrum, Bulls can be huge perfectionists. If something or someone isn't absolutely perfect, Taureans are known to turn up their noses and walk away.

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All information was pulled from my own experiences, my BoS, and “The Only Astrology Book You’ll Ever Need”—Joanna Martine Woolfolk.

Have anything you’d like to add? Feel free to let me know/reblog this!! I’d really like to see how accurate I am in making this!!

Have a wonderful day and stay safe!!