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[perfectlysanexd]

I haven't done one of these kind of posts in a while, but the expressions in Rebirth were top notch, and I wanted to talk a bit about and analyze Sephiroth's different smiles, both pre and post Nibelheim.

Nibelheim itself is difficult to gauge, because SOLDIER Cloud is actually Zack, and furthermore, some of it is definitely his own wishful thinking. But one thing you can say for sure, is that they portray that Sephiroth, despite being so emotionally weary, still summons up the energy to smile at his friend.

As soon as he turns away from Zack, his smile falls, and he doesn't give one to the Mayor at all.

However, when he turns back to inform the men that they're free until sundown, he summons up another smile for them. I don't think that he's just attempting to keep their morale up, he genuinely has affection for Zack, and cares for the others. He respects them for their service, putting their lives on the line for what they think is a good cause, and Sephiroth—as we saw in Ever Crisis—learned to be a compassionate person, who cares about the lives of others, even enemies.

Of course, he's deeply distressed during this time, the despair is eating him alive. Even Cloud acknowledges(despite having not known Sephiroth on a personal level) that he just wasn't himself once they arrived. But I'm not going to talk about my theories on all the Jenova stuff right now, that's not the focus here. Even at the window, you can tell he's feeling off, but when he turns to Zack, he attempts to smile again.

Sephiroth has never enjoyed his fame, and as we learned in Ever Crisis, he didn't choose it; Shinra made up bogus achievements and declared him to be a hero before even his first field assignment, as part of their recruitment campaign. Can't argue with results, I guess—it certainly got Cloud to join up out of hero worship, right? In EC, Sephiroth admits that all he ever wanted was to be normal, something that he knows he can never have. How sad...

So when this man wants to take his picture, it's no wonder that he's over it by then, and tells him no. And rather politely, too, all things considered. But even before that, he smiles and tells Zack that as long as he does his job, their young tourguide will be safe.

But as soon as he turns his back and walks away? Yeah, that smile immediately fades.

Which certainly doesn't change when the guy takes his picture. But of course, when Zack asks Sephiroth to pose for one, he just can't say no, even though he's not super happy about it. Anyway, he continues to smile at Zack for the duration of their journey up Mt. Nibel, making an effort to talk and even cracking a couple jokes, just trying to be a good leader and keep them in good spirits.

And of course, there's the very sad bridge part, where you can tell that he's genuinely upset that he failed to save the other infantryman that got washed away. He searches for him, but comes up empty-handed. Still, he smiles for Zack and teases him about a performance assessment, since their morale is quite low now, but they need to keep going.

Honestly, the Nibelheim part of Rebirth really did an excellent job of portraying Sephiroth's inner struggle. For reference, there are only 3 points in Remake, I think, when Sephiroth drops his ever-present, sometimes affectionate(towards Cloud) and often unhinged, smile: First, it's replaced with sheer rage as he kills President Shinra.

Second time, is when Aerith has a Cetra moment and suggests that his entire existence is "wrong".

And the third time is when he holds out his hand to Cloud at the Edge of Creation, and is rejected by him.

Anyway, back to Rebirth. Ignoring the bizarre smiles he showed us as Nibelheim was burning, as if he was in a trance and just not all there(that's a subject for a different chat), post-Nibelheim Sephiroth's smiles are interesting, too, if we consider what kind they are, depending on who he's dealing with.

For people he hates, like Tseng, it's much more unhinged looking, and very cold. You can tell there's a certain measure of satisfaction from shanking him, haha...

For someone like Aerith, who...I wouldn't exactly say that he hates her, but she's definitely in the way. I would almost say that he considers her to be actively preventing Cloud from recovering his true memories, leading him to remain as merely Sephiroth's "puppet", but that's a theory for another day. He looks at her coldly, as well, but it's a bit different. There's a bit more respect there than there was for Tseng.

And then there's Zack. Actual Zack. I feel like, deep down, he still cares about him, and has no intention of killing him. I almost sense a little...regret? Maybe? Hm. It's definitely a bit warmer of a smile. And of course, although he had many opportunities to get rid of Zack, he doesn't. Instead, he sends him off into the space between worlds safely.

And of course, last but certainly not least, is the way he smiles at Cloud. I know, I know. "But Sane, you like sefikura, so you're biased!" Look, I won't deny that. However, when you really look at it and compare his smiles, which is what this is all about, his truest smiles are always saved for Cloud. He has 2 different "flavors": pure affection and cruel affection. (There are also a few pity smiles, I think.) The former is used most of the time, whenever Cloud is in his sight, and the latter is used during moments when he's trying to control/influence him. I would almost say that he's...satisfied, yet regretful at the same time?? Like these:

And now, let's contrast that with his more genuine, affectionate smiles for Cloud... (The first shot here ⬇ can be contrasted with the shot 2 up from the bottom there ⬆, as the one above is when he's calling Cloud his puppet, and the one below is when Cloud goes to attack him and he opens his arms wider for the incoming uh...embrace.)

Remake had many interesting smiles from him, too, but that will have to be a different post, as this already has 30 screenshots. Anywho, you're free to draw your own conclusions, and not everyone reads faces in the same way, so maybe I'm nuts. Who knows? Either way, I hope you enjoyed this random, indulgent, very long post, haha. If you made it to the end, you're awesome. 💕

All screenshots were taken by me on my PS5. I won't ask for credit on them, since literally anyone can take an identical shot if they pause at the right second. (The exception are the 3 Remake shots, which were taken on PC with mods and the freecam. For those, I would appreciate credit if you use them anywhere, since I don't watermark them.)

[thelastofhyde]

i. sea-day 1.

pairing. tourguide!joel miller x fem!reader. series synopsis. on the brink of undergoing a life-altering change, you runaway from your problems in the only way any sane person can: embarking on a mediterranean cruise. there you meet joel miller, a grumpy, private tour-guide, who just so happens to be tasked with touring you through each stop on your cruise. from greek goddesses to roman ruins, you have ten days to avoid your fate. maybe a frowning, southern, sex-on-legs of a man is just what the doctor ordered. chapter summary. as the ship sets sail, you search for help. at the bar, you encounter a familiar stranger. series warnings. no use of y/n, set in 2015, no apocalypse au, cruise!au, rom-com, enemies-ish to lovers, sunshine!reader, tour-guide!joel, unspecified age gap, depictions/discussions of grief, angst, fluff, a whole load of smut, a lot of cheesy stereotypical romance tropes bc i just wanna see joel not suffer ( too much )<3 chapter warnings. alcohol, mentions of class/wealth themes, implications that the reader has underlining mental health issues, convenient plot-devices that would only ever happen in a rom-com bc this is fun silly fiction baby!, joel suffers from acute insuferable-bastarditis :( word count. 3.7k hyde’s input. let's all hold hands and agree to ignore the fact both parts so far have opened on the reader panicking in a bathroom, okay? maybe she's a stressed girlie with a flare of ibs, you don't know her life. feeling a little insecure abt this chapter and lowkey don't wanna post it, but i promise the actual fun begins in chapter two, where we finally get to see tourguide!joel in action. previous chapter - next chapter - series masterlist

“What time did you say you boarded?”

Your mother’s voice travels from where your phone lays, abandoned upon the bed, all the way into the decadent bathroom.

Eyes moving a mile-a-minute, as if you're rushing to take in every jaw-dropping detail.

There’s the sink area, a double-vanity that’s centred with an array of lotions and soaps, and overlooked by an overwhelmingly large mirror that makes up half the wall, lined with a golden hue of light. A shower, with glass curtains and enough room to fit your whole wardrobe in it. Then, there’s the bathtub you’re already envisioning yourself sinking into. Marble lines the floor, and the outer wall is made up of three window panes, gifting you a view of pure blue, the sea and the sky melting into one another across the horizon. It’s making you nauseous, this looming feeling of imposter syndrome the interior brings you.

You don’t belong in this, a fancy room designed for fancy people.

An iteration of your name, back on the bed, drags you away from your own troubled reflection.

“Seven,” you call out, inching your way back into the main area of the suite.

“In the morning?!” She’s just as shocked as the first time you answered her question, fifteen minutes ago, and the second time, seven minutes ago.

Humming in approval, you give a sweeping gaze over the plush carpeted floor, the wall-mounted television displaying the cruiseship’s logo, the king sized bed that’s calling out for you, seducing you with the promise of a mattress that won’t be stabbing at your back the whole night. As if on queue, there’s a sharp pain in your lower back, a lasting reminder of the hostel you’d found little rest in last night.

“Well, there goes my jealousy!” Lacklustre replies aside, your mother continues her ramblings, used to filling the void of conversation with the sound of her own voice. “Can you imagine? Me, awake at that time? You’ll be glad you’re travelling on your own, honey.” Usually, you admire the positive spin your mother tries to bring to life. Your being alone upon this trip, however, is not a topic you want her to address, much less find the good in. “I mean, I don’t think even your sister-”

“I think they’ve made a mistake,” you cut her off, eyes zeroing in on a pair of glass doors. Snatching the phone off the bed, you turn off the speaker and press it to your ear just in time to hear your mother’s confusion, questioning what you mean. Focus on those doors, you slowly make your way over to them. “The room,” you clarify, fingers curling around a handle to unlock it, prying the doors apart. A wave of salty fresh air, hits your face as you step out onto wooden decking. You find yourself upon a balcony, facing off into the deep blue distance. To your left, there’s two sun loungers and a glass coffee table, mounted by two champagne flutes and a simple welcome note sprawled out in black ink. “I think they’ve given me the wrong room.”

It’s the next best thing to a reasonable explanation you can find, no chance on earth you were ever listed to stay in such a suite. No, a room like this is meant for a wealthy businessman and his uptight wife to overindulge themselves on gold-trimmed furniture and a fur-lined bed for a week, in which they do everything but address the lipstick stains that keep lining his collars or the chauffeur who keeps himself parked between her legs.

You can already picture such a pair now, storming over to some poor, unsuspecting deckhand, red on both their faces as they begin to berate him over the fact they're in a cabin the size of a cupboard, with a communal restroom and a bunk barely fit for one person.

“Why? Is something wrong with it?”

“No,” it’s an answer you reluctantly give, more than aware of how ridiculous it sounds. “It’s… nice. Perfect. Too perfect, like I should feel lucky to stand in it, nevermind live in it for the next few days.”

It’s with caution that you glance over each shoulder, taking note of the seemingly never ending row of balconies that line the ship, a sizable gap between each one. Guts twisting a little at the thought, you peer ever so slightly over the right edge and are greeted with views of more balconies. Beyond that, there’s only blue. Waves crash into the ship’s side and bounce off in white foam. You renew the distance between you and the ledge, unable to stop yourself from glancing both ways, confirming there’s no neighbouring balcony that finds itself occupied.

Then bend down, clasping a hold of one of the champagne flutes.

You take your first sip like it’s a crime, wearily, eyes darting back and forth, waiting to be caught in the act and dragged out of this room, down to whatever poverty loft you really belonged in.

Or, maybe they’d just toss you overboard, rid themselves of any possible hassle. People go missing all the time at sea, right? People go missing all the time on cruises. You’d just be another blip in the system, an error that can be overwritten with a simple-

“I can hear you thinking through the phone, sweetie.”

You take another sip, and let a weight fall off your chest, dragging in a breath large enough to make up for the moment or two you’d stopped breathing. “I’m just… tired. Don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine. No big freak out on it’s way, again.”

“Honey, you know how me and your father feel about you calling it a freak-” she must be able to hear your eye roll through the phone, cutting herself off before she can keep going. “Just, try and enjoy this trip, okay? Maybe you’re in that room because where you’re supposed to be. Maybe you’ve been awarded some free upgrade, like that time your dad got bumped up to business class!”

Bless her for trying, though she may fail. It’s enough to bring a smile to your face.

You swallow back what remains of the bubbled liquid.

Through the phone, you hear a door burst open and the entrance of a loud, excited little voice. Something akin to granny rings down the line, and it’s enough to have you frozen where you stand, bones rigid and unable to move. Something seems to smack into the microphone, a rustling of fabric as you envision your mother making room for little limbs on her lap.

“Hey, my little munchkin! How was soccer?” You can’t make out what the voice tells your mother, heart too busy beating louder than any drum, inching its way further up your wind pipe and threatening to choke you on it. “Guess who I’ve got on the phone?” The tiny voice squeals out your name, bile joins your heart inside your throat. Maybe this is how you find out you get seasick. “Do you wanna say hi-”

“Mum, I, uh… I’ve gotta go,” you’re eyeing the remaining glass on the table, the rising bubbles enticing you to hurry up, drink it before it goes flat. “I should go find the help desk, get this room thing sorted out.”

“Just a second, let E-”

“I’ll call you later,” you hang up.

You’re left with just the raging waters below, a caw from seagulls up above. Eyes slipping shut, you pull in a deep breath and push out a silent plea for that sting in your eyes to be from the salt in the air, not a set of unfallen tears. A few more breaths and it feels safe enough to open your eyes again, glancing down as your phone vibrates in your hand.

Two texts, each from your mother.

09:38 - She says hi, and that you better bring her back a cool souvenir. 09:39 - Doctor Anderson says she’s showing improvement and they’re finally starting to get somewhere. Just thought you’d want to know x

Giving in to temptation, you snatch up the champagne glass, bring it up to your lips and- pause, interrupted as you make eye contact with a man one balcony over. He’s older, a well-rounded gut fit into a light blue shirt and tailored trousers. With a rolex on one wrist and set of bright white teeth smiling right at you, there’s no mistaking he belongs in one of these suites.

You wonder what he thinks of you and your frayed sweater, no jewellery on your wrists.

He nods, politely, and raises his own glass towards you. A silent cheer, a recognition that you’re both here, living life in luxury. You meet it, raise your own glass, and try to smile as brightly as him.

Then knock back your second drink and saunter back inside.

“Miss, there’s been no mistake.”

In spite of it being an excuse to hang up, you stay true to your word.

Come early noon, you’re standing within the help centre. Against all odds, accidental nap and wild goose chase upon the ship deck be damned, you’ve found what you were looking for.

Or, well, an older woman with sweet smile on her face and a squinted nametag pinned to her chest found it, pointed you in the direction of the ship’s atrium. What you’re looking for is the Purser’s Office, dear.

“See? The booking under your name lists you as part of our excelsior guests.” The desk clerk turns her screen towards you, acrylic nail pointing at your booking information. Sure enough, in bold letters, your full name accompanied by a golden badge at the end. Excelsior Status, checkmarked and approved by the cruise. “This grants you access to one of our excelsior suites and all private excelsior lounges.”

In all honesty, you’re tuning her out a little.

You don’t mean to, sincerely, but you’re just so caught up in reading both your name and excelsior suite, over and over and over again, that you forget to really listen, mind running just a few seconds behind the speed of her mouth.

When you finally process what she’s saying, all you can manage is dumbstruck look on your face and a muttered, “oh.”

Paper rustles as your hands wring, the pristine pamphlet you’d been flicking through to fill the time as she’d searched up your details now rumpled, thin white cracks of paper peaking out beneath printed ink.

“I also see that you’ve added the excelsior tour package onto your booking, though I’m willing to change that for you, if you’d prefer signing onto one of our team tours instead.” Confused by her offer, you glance down and read over the pamphlet’s title- All-Aboard Tour Trips, Fun for all the Family! “Would you like to hear what your current tour package grants you?”

“If,” as if you’ve not embarrassed yourself enough with your cluelessness towards your own booking, your voice cracks under the pressure of being used, more squeak than actual intelligible words. You swallow back the lump of shame in your throat and push through. “If you don’t mind, please. This, uh- The ticket, it was a gift, so I’m just a little out of the loop of what’s been booked for me.”

“Not at all! So, the excelsior tour package gives you access to your own private tour-guide, for all seven stops we’ll be making on this cruise!” Already, you feel a little queasy at the thought. A private tour, no one but you and some stranger. It’s not exactly your dream scenario. “Your guide’s purpose won’t just be to walk you through all the memorable sites, but to curate your visits to your liking, helping you explore foreign land with a familiar taste. Where the tours in team are restricted to allocated timeslots and a set route of sites to visit, having a private tour-guide grants you the privilege of exploring where you want, for however long you want. The private tour also provides more time for you at each stop, as your timeslot to board will be the latest available, making your whole trip less of rush and more of a thrill.”

The clerk, without a doubt in your mind, is quoting a script she’s already said hundreds of time- word for word, beat for beat. Yet her voice is animated, her smile is kind, and you admire her a little for getting through it without a single laugh at the corniness of it all.

You, however, fail the challenge, glancing off to your side and biting back a giggle that you hope she takes no note of. The last thing you want is for her to mistake the laughter as directed towards her.

Weighing your options, you nervously ask, “but, you could change me over to a team tour?”

She says of course, with a smile that doesn’t waver, and the tension in your shoulders lessens, the ice cold feeling of inconveniencing her melting away at her warmth.

Her nails clack as she types away on her keyboard. A double click and then, a hiss. She’s no longer smiling, a grimace taking it place. “I’m sorry, but all of our tours are fully booked.”

“Oh. That’s- It’s okay.”

“But, I could add you to the waiting list! If there’s any cancelations for any of the stops, you’ll be the first to know. This won’t affect your excelsior tour package, so either way you’ll have some kind of guide.”

With nothing to lose, you figure why not and let her throw your name in the metaphorical hat.

Mid-typing away, eyes glued to her screen, you watch as her brows shoot up. “Oh, while I’ve got you here, there’s one more thing. With our excelsior guides, it’s customary that they meet with you on the first night, to touch base on simple things, like your interests or any goals for this trip, and to plan out tomorrow’s official first stop, which is in Santorini. Your guide has left you this, detailing where you’ve to meet him.”

With renewed hesitation, you grab at the folded note she slips over the desk. It’s small, with half an inked fingerprint burnt into the top left corner.

As you thank her for her help and bid her goodbye, she interrupts you before you can turn to leave.

“I know private tours can seem daunting but, you’re in good hands. Joel will take care of you, he’s our top-rated guide.”

The note remains folded as long as you can control your curiosity, which appears to be only until you’re back on the deck, sun shinning directly in your eyes and forcing you to squint as you read over faded blank ink.

10 pm, the Tipsy Byson bar.

Below that, in a bolder blue ink, wear something green for me to find you, JM.

You’re awfully overdressed, and painfully aware of it.

The Tipsy Byson is nestled between the arcade and the casino, a balance of childlike shrieks harmonizing over outraged yelling of men cheated out of their hands. Brown wood lines just about every inch of the place, from the walls, to the tables, to the bar. There’s an outrageously large Stars and Stripes flag hanging on the wall, and memorabilia of all things Texas Roadhouse. The place is themed, down to the cowboy hat that sits atop the bartender’s head, and clearly everyone is aware of this, decked out in scruffed up boots and worn out denim vests.

Everyone but you, dark green silk clinging to you in the shape of a laced-back midi dress, dainty black heels tucked into the footrest of the barstool you occupy.

It’s the only green thing you brought and- wear something green for me to find you- you’d had no choice.

It was a quarter to ten when you got there, earlier than you were requested, but a gentle buzz of something shooting through your nervous system left you impatient, unable to wander the ship’s halls any longer.

It was fine, you figured, gave you a chance to get a drink, cool your nerves a little. Sticking with the theme of green, you’d yelled over the line music for a midori sour, please, and even cracked a little smile at the cute bartender.

By twenty past ten, you’re still alone, no tour-guide in sight, and your glass is empty, a sole ice-cube all that remains. You order another glass, given him another smile, and return your eyes to the entryway as you sip back the taste of the dewy melon goodness.

The doors opened, your hopes rise and- a couple walks through the door, adorably dressed in matching jackets.

Another sip.

The doors open again, this time you watch as a few women walk in, party hats and bachelorette signs dripping off them.

Half your drink, gone again.

Two, three, four more times the door opens and you watch as strangers filter in and out, pretending you don’t notice the way some of their eyes linger on you, sticking out like a sore thumb.

It’s as you throw back the last sip of your cocktail, eyes catching the time- 22:36-, that you watch a grin overtake the bartender’s face.

The door shuts with a slam, buried beneath the layers of stomping feet across the dance floor and the twang of a country song, yet you hear it all the same, twisting in the stool.

A man stands by the entry, salt-and-peppered hair a little tousled and a scowl etched into his forehead. He moves like water, slipping through the cracks in the crowded bar with minimal effort. All the while, eyes seem to follow him, the occasional head turning in his direction. He spares no glances, to anyone.

Instead, he’s staring right at you.

And heading your way, frown and all.

There’s something in his face that feels familiar, and you swear that this is not the first time you’d stared into those eyes. Broad, scruffy facial hair, his irritation as some drunk girl slams into him so palpable, you almost taste it on your tongue.

You mumble something to the bartender, a request for another drink, a parched feeling stirring in your loins.

He’s inching closer, and closer, and closer- and, only as he’s a mere three bar stools away from you, do you realise who he is.

You’re in the way.

Signore Miller.

The rude man from the airport!

God, you can’t wait to see what this is about. He must recognise you, must feel the shame licking at his wounded ego, driving him to come over, apologise, beg for forgiveness to a stranger he unnecessarily berated.

“Look what the cat dragged in!” It’s not Signore Miller that speaks, nor is it you. It’s the bartender, arms crossing over his chest, smirk widening on his face. “Thought you said last season was your last!”

“You know me,” his eyes are still glued to you, an intense stare, even as he replies. There’s so little space between you now, you manage to notice the wrinkles in his flannel shirt. You choose to ignore the fact it’s green. “Ain’t no good at stayin’ away from the things I hate.”

“Wasn’t what you were saying at the staff party last year, Mr. Blubber-face. Took two whiskeys to get you crying ‘bout how you were gonna miss the cruising life.”

Another midori sour lands your way, yet you don’t even manage a single sip of it before he’s opening his mouth.

“Well look at you, all dressed up with nowhere to go,” his eyes still pierce into your own and, this time, it is you he’s talking to.

You’d have half the mind to throw your drink on him, if it weren’t for the fact you’re too busy taking a stabilizing gulp out of it, a sweetness to counter-attack his sour persona.

“Excuse me?!” You final sputter out, face burning too hot and pride too scorned to begin to feel even more out of place.

He seems unfazed by your outrage, turning away from you to acknowledge his friend behind the bar at last. “Do me a favour, Luke, don’t give her too much to drink.” Condescending tone perfectly intact, Signore Miller doubles down on your initial impression of him: an absolute asshole. “Last thing I need is to spend all day draggin’ around some prissy hungover diva.”

The man- Luke- scoffs back a laugh, shaking his head in bewilderment. “Quit teasin’ the poor girl, ‘fore she runs for the hills and ruins your five-star rating.”

An uncomfortable feeling creeps down your spine. It’s cold and alarming, and has your straightening your back, sitting a little tenser in your seat, realization rising in you like the dawn.

It can’t be.

He can’t be-

He’s stepping all in your space, face leaning down till his mouth is at the level of your ear. He doesn’t touch you, doesn’t even come close to it, yet there’s goosebumps littering your arms and hairs standing at the back of your neck.

Like touching a live wire, his proximity feels electric.

“Best be on that deck by 7 am, darlin’, or I’ll be dockin’ without ya.”

“Wait, you’re-”

“Joel, tourguide. At your service.” He’s pulled back, just to thrust his hand in your face. By the time you reach to shake it, he’s retracting it, that grating quirk in his lips moving higher up his cheek. “Oh, and do yourself a favour. Wear somethin’ a little more… practical. Santorini ain’t the place for dainty heels like those.”

You knock back the rest of your drink moments after he leaves, only to find Luke’s already placed a fourth glass at your side.

“Our little secret,” he faux-whispers, pressing a finger to his pursed lips. “Besides, you look like you could use it.”

Signore Miller.

Joel, tourguide.

Joel Miller.

He’s already making your trip unbearable, and it’s hardly begun.

+ extra hyde. sorry if that was a little boring it was a necessary part to get the ball moving, i promise chapter two gets right into it. again, updates to this fic happen every other friday! i'm bad at describing spaces, so if anyone is curious to know what reader's suite looks like, here are some reference pics:

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16: You Belong With Me

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle, life as lovers

Warnings: someone you don't like at the end ;)

a/n: hello my darlings!! This is a SMAU I wanted to do becuase I think there's no other way that narrating their trip! I'll try to make a chapter before next week because I'll go to a trip.

Oh, and a big shoutout to the beautiful @racinggirl that helped me with this chapter!!

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violetsinclair added to their story

pietra.pilao what??? Where????

violetsinclair Egypt🫣🤭

pietra.pilao omggg bring me something from there!

violetsinclair of course 😗

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carlossainz55 and Spain when??

landonorris soon! This trip was part of her Christmas gift

carlossainz55 so you finally asked her? Is it official?

landonorris a McLaren wag, yep

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landonorris Day 1. History and Ancient Languages student gf= free guide on a museum🧡

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egiptioanmuseumcairo can we borrow her for our tourguide?

landonorris I think you have to ask the British Museum...

user5 is he really hard launching???

f1_gossip I think he is, yep

mclaren was is good tho?

landonorris Oh yeah, 10/10, totally recommend. Violet is a good one

violetsinclair you're welcome 😌

user9 I bet she's dating him because of his money

user6 totally, it's like he is her sugar daddy lol

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violetsinclair Day 1. The Egyptian Museum in Cairo. Needed water because I talked too much

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pietra.pilao how tall was that statue?

violetsinclair taller than Lando, for sure

maxfewtrell easy to be taller than him, did you see pictures of him as a kid?

landonorris you traitor

violetsinclair I went to his parents house, of course I know how short he was🤭

landonorris how dare you?😱

user2 finally a girlfriend that is not a model!!!

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landonorris Day 2&3. I made a friend and saw the pyramids

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oscarpiastri not that pose again...

landonorris oh yeah😎

user4 HAHAHA THE THIRD PIC OMG

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violetsinclair Day 2&3. I still have sand in places where it shouldn't be...

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landonorris need help to wash it off?😏

violetsinclair LANDO DUDE

maxfewtrell keep it in your pants mate...

oscarpiastri you and your obsession with OnlyFans...

user1 they act like they are a married couple already ffs😒

user2 they are in love, let them be

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lando.jpg if you search the definition of simp, you'll find a picture of me looking at my beautiful girlfriend 😍🤤

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daniel.jpg you are alive! Finally!

lando.jpg I just needed a muse

daniel.jpg simp

lando.jpg and proud of it!

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violetsinclair For more New Year's next to you, my love, my Osiris, my Ramsesses🧡

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landonorris my love, my Isis, my Nefertari🧡

mclaren happy new year Violet!🧡

violetsinclair happy new year admin🫶🏻

f1 we can wait to meet you! Happy new year

f1_gossip happy new year!!!

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landonorris Happy New Year, for more years next to you, you queen🧡

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carlossainz55 Is it official??

landonorris we have been soft launching for some weeks already... So yeah🥰

maxvertappen1 No way! Finally!

user19 they are so cute 🥺

user12 sorry but no, she kinda screams golddigger vibes

user16 lol? Do you know her? I saw a week ago in London buying Christmas presents and even with Lando next to her she paid everything she bought?? Like, she freaking went to Dior and Gucci stores??

user13 True! I was the one that attender her in Gucci and she paid everything with her phone! She was really sweet and Lando and her were so cute together! He even took a picture with me and Violet took it

f1_gossip 👀

It's not fair.

It's not fair.

It's not fair.

IT'S NOT FAIR!

How dare she? How dare she do everything she's doing right now? How dare she be with that man he warned her about. He will use her, he will play with her like a toy and then throw her away like trash.

That smile on their faces… It makes him sick.

How dare he? How dare he take the only thing he ever wanted? How dare he touch her and kiss her and expose her that way? She will suffer again.

He has to fix it. He has to take him away from her, make sure he doesn't touch her again.

But how… HOW?!

He has been staring at the screen of his laptop for God knows how long, his eyes are dry because of the light of the screen and the darkness in the room. The pictures, the comments, her smile, his smile.

Another notification from that phone.

He grabbed it, reading the text, smiling at it.

Vivi💜: Guess where am I now? Egypt!

Vivi💜: Lando and I came here to spend the New Year! It's really amazing!

Vivi💜: please, just say something… I'm really worried

He smirked reading it, looking at the multiple texts she sent to her friend.

It was kinda easy getting rid of Eloise. There's nothing better than a broken brake in the car to make sure she can't stop it while driving through a frozen road on her way to her village, making her have a crash.

It was easy acting desperate when he received the call from her parents, going there and looking at that girl he happily got rid of laying lifeless on a coffin. It was so easy convincing her parents saying that Violet, her childhood friend, is no longer her friend, making sure they don't even talk to her.

But now he has someone else on his radar. He has to make sure Lando is away from her, forever. He tried to warn him, sending him some gifts, some friendly reminders. But he's too stupid to use his brain and think that he should get away from her.

Lando Norris needs to get away from her, or else he will put his hands on the matter.

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[law66]

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[lawindustries]

TourGuide Restock

This creation has proved incredibly popular and hard to keep in stock. It came about as an addition for Search & Rescue as well as an edc or sere kit. It's not just a dog tag sized navigation tool, it's packed with added features making it work in a variety of ways

In stock and available now as a complete kit ready to go. Add it to a lanyard or keyring, or tuck it in your gear.

We could do limited runs in other colors if you mention in the comments what you might like to see for future runs.

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Dont forget to Like, Repost and Follow Us

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[froggi-mushroom]

Apparently, I did finish my nyo engmano drabble so uh, here it is below the cut

In hindsight, a bookshop wasn the smartest place to hide from the heat. Though combined with the sun beating down on her neck and the man who seemed far too intent of showing her directions (she just wanted directions back to her hotel, not a tourguide!), Edith found that she had no choice but to retreat into a small, tucked away book shop to get her bearings— and hopefully lose the man, if she was lucky and he could take a hint.

Still, Edith supposed there were worse places to hide. She did love a good book shop, and it was a shame she had no room left for books in her suitcase— on account that she’d already taken three for her stay in Rome— because this shop seemed right up her alley. Though, she supposed, they were likely to only sell books in Italian (this was far away from anywhere tourists would frequent, so Edith doubted they had an English section), so perhaps it wasn’t much of a loss after all. The room was dimly lit, with a fan on the counter blowing air around the room, and two rows of books in the centre, with other bookshelves lining the walls. Edith walked out of the doorway and into the shop proper, walking through the middle to glance at the books. They were second-hand, an array of well-loved books in between ones that looked practically new.

“Mi scusi?”

Edith startled at the voice. Slowly, she made her way to the end of the bookshelf, peaking her head around.

At the counter, Edith came face-to-face with a woman, her face set in a frown, her dark hair curling over her shoulders. Edith gave a small, polite smile.

“Hello, I—”

“Oh!” Her eyebrows raised, “you’re a tourist.”

Edith’s smile turned sheepish, “Hmm, we do tend to stick out like sore thumbs…” she mumbled, then raised her voice. “Sorry, I’ll be out of your hair in a second!” Edith turned back down the bookshelf, searching her purse for her map, missing the sound of footsteps behind her.

“You are lost?”

Edith spun around, the woman stood behind her with her arms crossed. Edith nodded.

“I’m usually quite good at reading maps, but I suppose I’m too overwhelmed since I’ve never travelled alone before.”

The woman hummed, “where do you need to go?”

Edith showed her a piece of paper with her hotel’s address on. She frowned.

“That’s quite far from here…”

Edith thought as much, she didn’t recognise anything nearby…

“I have my lunch break soon, I can show you where it is.”

Edith flushed, “aah! Don’t trouble yourself, I should be able to manage if you just tell me how!”

“No no, I will show you. It’ll save you getting lost again and I want to stretch my legs anyway.” The woman held out a hand, “well?”

Edith decided not to protest. It would be nice to not have to worry about getting lost, after all. So, smiling at the woman, she took her hand.

[whooolaanmo]

Anda, Bohol D3

Lamanok Island

Nagtanong ako sa mga lokals na kung saan pa may malapit na pasyalan nung nasa Candijay ako so sabi nila Jagna, Anda daw maganda dagat, so ok Go! naman ako ng makarating ako Anda oo nga maganda nga dagat nila tas tanong ulit ako saan po pwede mamasyal dito bukod sa dagat? sabi ng mga napagtanungan ko dagat kweba meron dito try mo sa Lamanok.

Search naman ako ng Lamanok kay Google jusko parang nakakatakot kasi pag search sa Google SPOOKY MYSTICAL etc. pero wala nag Go pa din ako HELLO nandito na ako so aatras pa ba?!! haha 😄😅 so ayon nga na orient naman ng lokal tour guide tas buti na lang may 7 pa ako kasabay sa paglalakbay sa Lamanok Island kung iisipin ko matatakot talaga ako pero ang ganda naman nga nung isla, nag dasal o ritual din yung lokal tourguide namin para siguro sa mga espiritu, tas ako naman syempre kung alam ko na liblib nga at may kababalaghan ang lugar bawat lakad ko o pag nag stay sa lugar nagsasabi ako ng TABI TABI PO WAG SANA MANUNO ENGKANTO O MASAMANG ESPIRITU WALA PO AKO BALAK NA MASAMA NAMAMASYAL LANG PO.

Hindi ko lang gets kung bakit kailangan may vandalism don sa kweba sino kaya naglagay non, tska bakit dami bote kahit sabihin na yung iba bote eh panahon pa ng kopongkopong sana eh wag ng dagdagan pa ng mga bago bote na parang part yon ng alay o ritual parang nakakadumi kasi, sana ay maiiayos yon o kaya wag na yung nakakadagdag basura sa kalikasan magdasal na lang.

Dec. 11, 2021

[baeddel]

What’s your pfp?

thats Tourguide from the Underworld, my favourite yugioh card! I don’t know who drew it bc konami sucks and doesn’t release the name of their artists :/ She’s an important combo piece in dark/chaos decks because she can grab cards like Sangan (where you play Tourguide, special summon Sangan, then XYZ Summon using Tourguide + Sangan, detatch Sangan, activating its effect to get another card, eg. Ash Blossom & Joyous Spring; yugioh is a weird game) [edit: rules were changed re: Sangan and XYZ, see]. I played her in a wierd chaos ritual prison deck where she would normally search for Djinn, Releaser of Rituals (now banned). She was limited for a long time but they unrestricted her this year (I got a few kind strangers sending me messages about it bc of my picture!).

I have a page that has the credits of my pfp and header image under Credit, but I don’t think its visible on mobile.

[asexualstorywriter]

If you're visiting Singapore and you want a free tourguide for a day, hit me up! Please signal boost for me with a cherry on top :))

Okay so here's the deal:

I love meeting people and I also believe that if you plan your itinerary through a google search, you're not gonna see the true culture of the country.

Point is, I'm Singaporean and I'll take you on a free tour of Singapore to see what it's like to be Singaporean AND I'll take you home for a homecooked dinner, no expense necessary on your part. Just eat and appreciate.

PS. I only speak English, Mandarin and very very very basic Spanish that kinda only works if I can read it. But I have taken a family of Hungarians out before and we managed so..

DISCLAIMER: If you are a group of more than 3, dinner at my house may not happen because my dining table is only so big.

There is no catch. I just really like talking to people and I also like making people go: "I didn't know you guys did that!" It's my favourite part.

So if you are visiting or anyone you know wants to visit, reblog with a comment and I'll message you privately!

[letdownyourhairx]

Rapunzel Der Sonne | 20 | School of Magic Focus in Alchemy and Fine Arts Forever friend: Pascal, her small chameleon who will most likely be on her shoulder or hanging out in her hair.

Rapunzel had been looking forward to finally arriving at DisU ever since she saw a definitive sign from the universe; a wild dream where she and Eugene were eating cotton candy with a human-sized Pascal in his dorm. Not perfect, but none the less, a sign! Eighteen years in a tower, two years in a palace. No time to do her own thing, make her own choices. Not like Flynn, who went off to get his education and go on his next adventure. And he made it sound so fun! How could she not want to go too? 

"Papa, it’s college, a special college for people even like me,” Rapunzel pleaded at breakfast one morning as her mother quietly ate her oats and watched the two with concern. “Rapunzel, we don’t know this place. This city is... it’s so far from here,” King Frederic said gently.  “But Flynn is there! He’s always looking out for me, Papa, you’ve seen that-” “- and you can’t expect him to do it forever.” “I can take care of myself,” she countered.  “But we still want to take care of you,” her mother chimed in, a frown places on her softly painted lips. “We never had a chance... we just got you back.” Rapunzel opened her mouth to respond, but sighed gently knowing that it was a sensitive subject.  “Mama, I’ve been... living in all of these places that were never truly mine my whole life. First the tower, obviously, and then I found you both and moved here and my life really started, but... just because it’s starting doesn’t mean I’m still a kid.” Rapunzel bit her lip and reached over the table to grab her mothers hand, which was a little too far a reach, and then she took her dads with her other, “I have so much more to learn and I think I need to do this on my own.”  

The King and Queen exchanged glances. This wasn’t their first talk or their second about this school, in fact Rapunzel had repeated the mantra so much so that even the servants were growing tiresome of it. After a long moment, her father nodded gently and Queen Arianna looked to her daughter, “If you’re sure about this... then you have our blessing.” Rapunzel let out a squeal that made Pascal fall right into her oatmeal as she jumped up in excitement. She hugged her parents, giving her father an extra hard squeeze that he pretended to complain about.  She immediately went upstairs to find her weird phone thing and text Eugene to tell him, but then... like... what if she didn’t?  Best surprise ever? ----  She was a week late, which was so not her fault! It was hard moving and hard to make her own decisions and she couldn’t pick what sheets she wanted for her bed.  Anyway. She was settled just in time for some Neverland Mixer her tourguide told her about. By the time she found her way around town and got to Club Neverland, she was more than overwhelmed by the people and the loud music. Like, really loud music. But it was amazing! It was perfect, everything she wanted, now to find Flynn.

After a few minutes of searching around, she could've sworn she heard his name, so she followed the sound and pushed through the crowd and spotted the three girls, and the guy with a hand on a boob and his face near the neck attached to them, "Eugene..?"

@smolderfaced

[travelita]

What is Travelita?

May I introduce you to Travelita?

Travelita - Make the world your home!

Travelita is a worldwide platform that connects women to facilitate travels.

How would you feel like, if you travel to an unknown place, yet knowing you will have friends there? Friends, that will help you finding the right places and people to travel to and with, help find your activities, share the do’s and don’ts and everything you might want to know about your desired destination. All this information will be provided to you from women that live right there on the spot!

We think, this would make the travel experience priceless, even before it starts. Why? Because you connect to locals, and they simply know. Noone from outside could ever provide more valid and valuable information then a local, so why not go ask them? And to be honest – how do you get to know a place better then simply by following the instructions of a local instead of a tourguide? A person simply living there, not involved in tourism. This will show you the real place, the real life, just what you probably would not see if you just visit as a tourist. And who knows, maybe this is not only going to be your source for priceless information, maybe this will create lifelong friendships far across the borders of maps and imagination! For sure, it will create safety and freedom for females exploring the world on their own. Wouldn’t that make a huge impact on women’s travel in general? And wouldn’t this be able to create a movement for women that generates freedom, self esteem, self-conficence, and an individual, self-determined life?

Do you like it so far? Are you ready to join this movement to make an impact on your own and and soon impact women's travel experience worldwide? Because now is YOUR TIME, and you CAN! YOU ARE IMPORTANT! YOU are unique, and you are the one who can make a change!

Please support us to grow this community and movement as fast as possible for your own and every woman's benefit. Share Travelita with your friends, family and community, everybody you think this might benefit. The more widespread we are, the more freedom we have. We will soon be heading into a Crowdfunding Campaign to set up the platform. As ur

a founding member, you will receive all the latest information up to date and be informed FIRST. And - we would like to remove any burden from your shoulders: Don't worry about hidden costs. Our membership will be less then 15 Euros a year!

Why?

This is acutally the question, that we have been asked most. Why, what is behind Travelita, how did this idea come into life? (video: Facebook live, March 2019)

Ok, this is the story of Tina, the Founder of Travelita. In winter 2019, she was on a holiday break in India, to be exact, in Jaisalmer, the Thar desert. There were some happenings, and she ended up being there alone, but as having been traveling on her own almost for 20 years, she did not worry at all. She booked an overnight in the desert and ended up unintentionally having an indian man in her bed, whom she talked out of doing what he wanted to do and thankfully she succeded. This is how Travelita was born. Tina thought by herself: „If I could do something to prevent this to happen to any other woman in this world“, and that is the foundation of Travelita. Connecting women, so this would never happen to anyone, anywhere ever again.

But that is not all, just a few weeks later, Tina found herself on a trip to Amsterdam, where she was attending a seminar. She heard that it would be a great location to dance her favorite dance – Kizomba – but ended up not finding even one spot where they would do so. So she thought: “Travelita does not necessarily need to be only for safety, it can also be for fun. If I would know a local woman from Amsterdam, that loves Kizomba the way I do, she would definitely be able to recommend me a place to go, as she has all the connections.”

So here we are with Travelita: we want to connect women to make travel fun, free, safe and make all traveling women to feel at home, wherever you are. Never need to worry again that you will not find what you want, whereever you might go, unless it definitely does not exist. But here, the future perspective kicks in...

How to

This is very simple. In order to create a safe platform, we need to have an obligational ID check before we can unlock your profile. We need to make sure you exist and you are a woman indeed, as this network is for women only. So please understand that in order to be a Travelita, this is not negotiable.

But don’t be afraid, we will not give your data to anyone else. Our ID check will be done confidentially by a workstuff member of Travelita, it will be a manual check and not by computers, so it’s not hackable. Women who check your personal details are cleared by police records and will not harm any data regulations. As this is one of our main occupations – that you can feel safe.

From there it will be an easy ride. You will receive your personal profile and complete the information as detailed as possible. Information about target destination will not be provided by Travelita, but by you, the locals. You can share about your city/country whatever you feel like sharing, anything you feel  would be of interest. Be detailed. People who come to see did not live there, they might want to know more and do not think it is boring.

You have the opportunity to make a choice what you are willing to offer. You can host someone, take them for a walk or simply answer some questions, whatever feels comfortable to you.

That’s it, you’re set and ready to go.

Search for destination, activity or whatever you would like to experience on your trip – and reach out to one of our fantastic Travelitas and get the support you want!

Oh, and there is more: Some of you will have the chance to present their cities and countries on podcasts or videos, if you plan on offering services or feel like this could be an advantage for you. Contact us for details.

Future perspective

WE WANT YOU ALL! This is why we came with a solution for everybody. There will be a reward button below each and every profile, once you communicated with someone else, they are invited to reward the advice you gave them with a 3 Euro gift. This might not seem a lot to first world countries, but ladies, this is not for you. For us, being from the 1st world, it is just a gesture of gratefulness. But the thought behind was for all of you, who might not be able to travel once in your life, coming from a 3rd world country. We at Travelitas want to make women free, and that includes you all, we want you to have a better life. It is not self-evidence you are part of this community, but we need you more then anyone else. To live a better life, no matter where you come from. We want to encourage you to live your dreams, to empower you to open up to your own way, your own business and grow it with the help and energy of all of you fantastic women worldwide.

Let’s create a movement and make this a better world for us women, and in the end, a better world for as all, where we can stand strong and look into each others eyes – women and men – being equal. That is our wish.

Free your travels, be a Travelita! #travelita #iamatravelita

...sometimes the bad experiences can trigger the very best in you! Jaisalmer - Thar desert 2019

STAY TUNED FOR NEXT WEEK - VIENNA is coming up for you!

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[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Aia Ku’u Pu’uwai

Pairing: Cockles

Square Filled: Tourguide!Jensen (AU Bingo) and Traveling (Fluff Bingo)

Warnings: Crude flirting, Language, Objectification of Jensen, Implied smut ;)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2500ish

A/N: This one is written for @spnaubingo and @spnfluffbingo

Thanks to @emilyevanston for being super awesome and helping me get an actual idea from this concept despite it’s not her fandom. I owe you one Katie!

Thanks to @manawhaat for being a sweetheart and betaing this for me.

Disclaimer: I am not Hawaiian so the title could be off I just really liked it and googled it to mean With My Heart. I have also never been to Hawaii. My descriptions are from google searches and what I’ve seen on Hawaii 5-0

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

SPN AU BINGO MASTERLIST - SPN FLUFF BINGO MASTERLIST

Misha yawned, stretching his arms above his head. He knew he shouldn’t have booked a tour that started this early the morning after he landed, but the pictures on the website had looked amazing. Misha had been working as a travel journalist for five years now. He picked different tours, in different locations and wrote a review for his magazine. He knew that just because something seemed amazing on the website didn’t mean they always would be. He had encountered enough bad tour guides and screwy hotels to know that, but he also never made up his mind beforehand. Something about the idea of a guided tour biking around the island of Oahu. He came with a positive mindset and was ready for whatever the next two weeks were going to throw at him. Or so he thought. That was right up until he saw the tour guide walking towards the group with a huge, genuine smile plastered across his face.

The beauty of the Hawaiian island paled in comparison to the man striding towards him on bowed legs. His shorts were stretched by the thickly muscled thighs and his t-shirt hugged his chest and biceps in all the right places. His skin was tanned, but miles of freckles were still visible all over his arms, neck, and face. His eyes were greenest Misha had ever seen, but that was not all. A kindness and warmth shone from this man and Misha instantly felt drawn to him. So much so that when the tour guide looked around the group and his eyes locked with Misha’s as he introduced himself, the journalist looked down, blushing under the guides gaze.  

“Good morning. My names is Jensen Ackles. This is my assistant Osric Chau. We’ll be your guides for the next two weeks. We got a few things and stops planned for you guys, but if you encounter anything along the way you would like to check out a bit closer please let us know. We are pretty flexible,” Jensen sent Misha a smirk as he said the last sentences causing Misha to almost drop his jaw. Was Jensen flirting with him? No. Misha decided he had to be imagining things.

Over the next few days, it became harder and harder for Misha to stick to that story, though. Just like it was insanely difficult to keep his focus on the guided tour he had come here to write about, not on how his guide’s calves flex as he stepped on the pedals of his bike.

Jensen was just like Misha had expected not just a pretty face. He was calm and attentive to all of his guests. He listened when they voiced concerns and he was open to any suggestions that would add the experience of the island. Osric was a ball of energy and made everyone smile with his shenanigans and crazy stories during breaks. He never had Misha’s full attention though, his eyes were usually resting on Jensen as he chewed on his lunch and smiled, shaking his head at his crazy assistant. Misha wished he had the balls to just walk over and sit next to him, but he was barely able to muster the courage to ask the man questions as they stopped looking at sceneries.

Misha cursed himself more than once. He was acting and feeling like a high school kid around his first crush. He was too old to be behaving like this. Jensen was flirty with him and always smiling whenever their eyes met, so why couldn’t Misha just talk to him like a normal person? That’s how the first few days passed, with the small exception of the day they went scuba diving and Jensen checked Misha’s gear, running his hands over his body, under the pretenses of doing his job.

“Just making sure you can handle my package,” Jensen grinned, making Misha gulp and spin around to face him. Jensen didn’t flinch. That cheeky smirk stayed plastered on his stupidly beautiful face as Misha swallowed and tried to regain control of his voice.

“W-what?”

“The oxygen tank. Just making sure it was fastened correctly,” Jensen explained, before throwing Misha a wink, turning to help some of the other guests. Misha just stood there staring at Jensen’s back like a deer caught in the headlight. He had really said that, hadn’t he? It couldn’t be all in Misha’s head. Jensen was flirting with him, and crudely s.

The diving experience had been amazing and Jensen had led them through a reef, allowing his guests to get some of the most breathtaking pictures Misha had even gotten on any of his travels. The wildlife and ocean floor was a sight to behold and there was no way in hell Misha wasn’t going to give this trip five stars as soon as he got back to the mainland, writing up the piece.

That was still over a week away, though, and Misha was in no rush to get home. He was having the time of his life on this work vacation, even if Jensen’s blatant flirting still threw him off his game by a mile. Misha wasn’t usually a shy guy and he had no idea what it was about Jensen that made him turn into a blushing teenage girl. Yes, he was hot as hell, but Misha had dated hot men before. It was something else. Maybe it was the quiet confidence or the kindness and calm that radiated from him. Misha wasn’t sure but he knew he had to get a grip on himself soon if he didn’t want the opportunity to really get to know this Greek god of a man to slip through his fingers.

Misha had decided today would be the day. The last day on the island would be their surf lessons,  but once again Misha’s courage had escaped him the second Jensen had gotten too close. The guides were only able to rent out a limited number of boards, and the guests drew numbers to see who would go first, while the others would have to wait for the first group of riders to be done. After drawing the second group, the blue-eyed travel journalist was sitting on the curve outside the hotel they were all staying at, for now. Tomorrow most of the group,  along with Jensen and Osric, were flying to Kauai to continue the adventure for another week.

Misha watched them surf and chatted with other guests, but kept getting distracted by the way Jensen ran around the beach, wading waist deep in the beautiful ocean. Before he knew it, the first group had all tired out and gotten their rides, and it was his turn to strip out of his shirt and stand barefoot on the beach with his board.

“Mr. Ackles,” Misha called Jensen over as he stood by his board, shifting on his feet a little nervous the second their eyes met. Jensen’s face split into a smile that made the sun seem bleak in comparison.

“Jensen. Mr. Ackles is my father,” Jensen corrected as he approached Misha. “What’s up, Mish?”

Misha’s heart jumped into his throat with that nickname, and he silently cursed himself, as he fought to keep it together. “I… ehm… I actually never surfed before,” Misha lied. He had but he was also just bad enough at it that he was sure Jensen would believe the lie once they got into the water.

“Oh that’s no problem,” Jensen grinned dropping his board on the sand right next to Misha’s. “Lie down on the board on your stomach, chest up, ass down,” Jensen guided, with a smirk, correcting Misha’s posture with his hands as well as his voice. It was all Misha could do not to groan from the way the guide’s touch felt against his naked back. His breathing speed up as Jensen lied down next to him on the board, mimicking a paddle. “You need to paddle as hard as you can to get over that wave. It’s tough, cause the water is escaping you, but once you get to the crest you can go over and ride that bad boy on your stomach,” Jensen held onto the sides of the board, showing where he should hold and how to shift his weight to balance, “or you can get up.” Jensen jumped, both feet landing on the board at the same time, showing perfect form, not to mention showing off his impressive physique.

Misha just stared, desperately trying to come up with something to say- something that would resemble some sort of human interaction and not the noises he was choking back.

“Jay! Need your help over here,” Osric called, tearing Jensen’s attention away from Misha momentarily before he turned back to face him. A genuine sweet smile was on his lips as he gave Misha a small nod.

“Work on your technique. Wanna see you poppin’ up when I look over here,” Jensen ordered before turning his back to Misha.

“You’ll be back before I get in the water right?” Misha called out, kicking himself with how needy that sounded, but Jensen just turned around with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Oh you’re on my to do list, Mish,” Jensen winked, before turning back around and jogging towards Osric, leaving Misha with his jaw hanging so low it was almost touching the beach floor.

Jensen walked out from the hotel with a regretful look on his face. “I am so sorry, you guys, but there seems to have been a mix-up and we haven’t quite gotten as many rooms as we asked for. The travel company will reimburse all of you for the cost of rooms since the hotel didn’t hold up the agreement, but we need you guys to pair up with someone you’d be willing to share a room with until the hotel has enough open rooms to place us individually.”

There were a few grumbles among the guests but most had gotten to know each other fairly well, so they seemed to pair off rather quickly. Everyone but Misha, who had either been busy taking notes for his article or staring and Jensen the entire trip, instead of socializing with the other guests.

“Well that seemed to work out fairly well,” Jensen praised the guests handing out keys, before reaching Misha last, “looks like you’re with me, Mish. I hope that’s okay?” Jensen asked, a genuine concern to his voice over the crude flirting and smug remarks Misha had come to expect from him over the past few days.

“That’s fine, Jensen. It’ll be fun to get to know you a little better” Misha answered him, feeling a little bolder with the changed attitude of the tour guide. Jensen seemed to relax instantly after that, sending Misha one of the shit-eating grins that left Misha tingling and slightly nervous.

Misha waited along with Jensen until all the guests had been helped to their rooms. He sat in a corner of the foyer waiting for his guide to be ready to leave for their room, taking notes and not noticing Jensen whispering something to Osric. Misha also didn’t see the exchange of keys or the grin on Osric’s face as he placed a slap to a rather uneasy looking Jensen’s shoulder.

“This way,” Jensen mumbled, sending Misha a small smile but otherwise keeping his eyes nailed to the floor as he led the way towards their room. Misha couldn’t help but frown as he watched the guide, wondering what was going on with him. He didn’t know him all that well, but from the seven days Misha had spent with Jensen, he had not once seen him act like he was now-On edge and maybe almost shy.

Misha pushed the thought out of his mind, chalking it up to the stress the room mix up had caused. Even if Jensen had handled it amazingly well.

Misha stopped dead in his tracks, pulling from his thoughts when he entered the room with Jensen, who had been holding the door open for Misha, right behind him. There was only one bed in the room. Misha’s cheeks flushed bright red as he turned around to face Jensen, who stood with his back against the door and his eyes nailed to the floor. Jensen’s hand nervously ran behind the back of his neck and his eyes didn’t, for the first time in a week, meet Misha’s when he spoke.

“I’m sorry. Os is in a room with two beds. I’ve never done anything like this before… I just- I like you, Misha. If you wanna kick me out right now, I’ll leave. No questions, no awkwardness tomorrow,” Jensen rambled and Misha couldn’t help but smile. The cockiness had been hot as hell but Misha found himself falling for the shy, blushing man in front of him even harder.

“And if I don’t?” Misha asked, taking a step forward, all of a sudden feeling bold. He wanted to see where this night would take them. Hell, he wanted everything Jensen was willing to give him and not just tonight. Misha wanted to get to know him and for Jensen to get to know Misha.

Jensen’s eyes snapped up to meet Misha’s and a small smile played on his lips. “Then I’ll stay.” Misha grinned as he remembered the remarks Jensen had made that had thrown him off his game more than once this week. It made him giddy inside, and he decided now was a good time to get a little payback, before Jensen found his swagger and Misha lost his ability to speak again.

“Man… Air Conditioning must be broken,” Misha spoked waving his notebook in front of his face, enjoying the confused look on Jensen’s face for a while before he continued taking a step towards his guide. “It’s damn hot in here. Or is it just you?”

Jensen’s raised his eyebrows and an amused smile spread across his face. He took a step towards Misha closing the distance between them.

“You’re a fast learner. Saw you riding those waves...makes me wonder what else you can ride,” Jensen grinned, gently taking a hold of Misha’s collar. Misha’s hands came to rest on Jensen’s hips and he his breath quickened with how close they suddenly were.

“Narh. Just had a great teacher,” Misha tried to shrug, not willing to let Jensen see just how badly he was affecting him just yet.

“Is that so?” Jensen wiggled his eyebrows playfully, making Misha laugh. “You think I can borrow a kiss then?”

Misha smiled, digging his fingers into Jensen’s hip bones. “Only if you’ll give it back.”

Jensen practically let out a groan. “That and so much more, Mish.” Jensen didn’t stop to see the pink flush in Misha’s cheeks before he crashed his lips into his in a warm, passionate kiss. All shyness and every act forgotten as they tumbled towards the bed, never once breaking the kiss.

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The Supposed Soulmate (14/08/2022)

In today's nap, i dreamed of meeting my soulmate. He is a black guy and somehow, I have never seen him before but I knew that he was supposed to give me those two books. One is a white book with sky blue 'B' letter on the cover, the other one is some kind of a poetry book, a smaller one, with a cover like fantasy books (marmalade border and an illustration of a girl sitting under a tree reading). The place on where he gave me that book was at a big (supposed) palace. On the back of it is where we stayed. It was haunted -- i guess. On the front, there is a path with swimming pools (indoor) on the left and right side. The building color was gray and the architecture theme was a kingdom in Europe like. the path was full of flowers and the people there was kinda diverse. I went there with my family. On the pool, I somehow was attracted with a white guy who had orange hair as long as his neck. He was my ideal type. His body was quite big with broad shoulders and he was ... cute. I don't know why but I immediately hugged him (he was in a position of laying down on a beach seat). He was shocked but he hugged me back and laughed. After that, the black guy came and when he wanted to hand me the book, someone threw that book to the swimming pool. Thank God, the black guy immediately picked that book up and handed it to me. It was full of handwritten notes clipped on some pages and the most on the last page. I smiled very bigly, I looked at him with such awe, I felt like I knew him for a long time. I told him thanks and not much words. After that, I went out of the pool with my fam and it was a library. I searched the books for a while while waiting for my mom in the toilet. Because I wanted to go to the toilet too, I went inside and I was curious about a button so I pressed it and peed. Suddenly, a woman janitor cleaned the floor of my toilet chamber with a water spraying gun (bidet) and cleaned the floor. I shouted so loudly and said, later please, later. She just looked at me and continued her business. I immediately zipped up my pants and went outside. She explained me that the button I pressed was a 'clean the chamber' button. Oh, how peculiar. The toilet was dark blue themed, kinda like Baywalk Mall's toilet. I went out from that place and searched for more books. I somehow realized that this is a dream and I have to read that book before I wake up. But, I could not read the book, I could not open it, I can't do anything. So I just bring the book and saw some notes (but did not read it). Somehow in my mind, I was delaying it, somehow, waiting for a good time to read it. I think this reflects with my real life where I always wait for a special moment with special ambience for me to start working on something. The library's theme was white with wooden book shelves. The ceiling was very high, I like how airy the place was. The book shelves were coordinated like NTU's Social Science library, but more spacious. Then, Somehow, the white book with 'B' typography on the cover dissappeared from my hand and was replaced with a green 'Why' comic book. I somehow proceeded to cover it with plastic cover, cut the extra pieces and 'borrowed' the book. I was overhearing a conversation between the person in front of the line and the cashier. She asked, "How long can I borrow this book?" "I live overseas so I might not be able to return this book again." The cashier had some kind of policy but I could not hear it. The cashier was a white girl. So came my turn and I asked the same question. I just borrowed the book and thought, well, if I cannot return this book to the library, there is no other choices. But I can give it to the tourguide given that he will go here on the next trip. My dream ended there.