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💖 another angelsdean fic rec list 💖

ok so jenna @bloodydeanwinchester asked me for fic recs and i kinda went overboard ? so i’m making it a proper post.

jenna enjoyed fics like Strandlines +Crossing Lines so here are some other stanford era / time-travel shenanigans fics:

a turn of the earth by microcomets - 95k | M | - Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

A Different Kind of Monster by roadtonowhere (lastoryx) - 89k | E | - When an accidental encounter puts an as-of-yet-unknown monster in the passenger seat of his car, Dean decides to ice him, taking his dad's old adage to heart: a monster is always a monster. Unfortunately, Dean can’t seem to figure out what kind of monster "Castiel" is and he certainly can’t shake him.

Some Assembly Required by narrow_staircases - 46k | M | - Dean’s investigating a faith healer and strange miracles in a small town and meets grad-student-Cas who’s in town researching the faith healer’s community as part of his graduate thesis and quickly falls into his orbit. Together they investigate the community and discover things are not as they seem.

the little angel (stay all day in the sun) by rhinestoneangels (almondrose) - 18k | T | - Little Mermaid AU ! - Dean is alone and lonely. Cas is an angel intrigued by humanity and makes a deal to live among them, but loses his voice.

In Due Time (Dean Winchester is Saved) by caelum_writes- 11k | T | - A 26-year-old Dean is transported to 2021 and confronted with the unfathomable - a future where he is happy, safe, and loved.

jenna enjoyed Silver Linings so, some Dean + trauma / mental health fics:

carry on 'verse by foolondahill17 - 128k | M |- Post-canon Dean coping with past trauma, mental health, and alcoholism. God is dead. Sammy finally has what he always wanted. The kid is alive again and trying to figure out the whole human schtick. Cas – Cas is complicated, like always. And Dean is barreling headfirst into a mental breakdown. It’s the end of the road so far, and the future never looked so frightening.

About Five Times The Distance by KelpietheThundergod - 70k | E | - It's been months since Michael unexpectedly let Dean go, but he's still dealing with the mental and physical repercussions, some of which have turned out to be permanent. A case fic that follows Dean and Cas as they develop their relationship and establish intimacy, and while there's angst, the story is focused on healing and closeness

Brighter Than Sunflowers by nessarose_thropp - 61k | M | - Dean healing post-Michael possession featuring artist Dean. Dean has spent the last six months drowning in his own mind until one day he's finally rescued. He's free now, but that doesn't mean he's okay. Faced with overwhelming changes to his life, he has to find new ways to keep going.

More below, losts of AUs.

if you like when one of them has a kid

The Place Where I Belong by tricia_16 - 300k | E | -Yes this is a LONG one! Well, it’s a series of two long fics. But I remembered I devoured these very quickly.

Dean Winchester is a single man with a bad reputation for being the 'love them and leave them' kinda guy. When he meets his new neighbor, Castiel, and his daughter, Claire, he forms an instant connection with the toddler that makes it more important than ever before to prove to Castiel that he wants to stick around. Castiel, on the other hand, is a single parent who has only ever known pain when it comes to love. Can they work through their combined baggage together to really let one another in and become the family they both dream of belonging to?

Kinda Like Family, Kinda Like Love by followyourenergy - 122k | M | - MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE TO LOVERS. I want more of these. Such a good trope. Different from fake married because they are for reals married! Anyways - Cas has wanted nothing more than to have children of his own. But when he finally gets his chance after years of disappointment, a strict set of rules almost dashes those dreams. Enter Dean Winchester: eternal bachelor, friend, and suddenly, Cas’ fiancé. Join Cas and Dean as they navigate marriage, adoption, and something that starts to feel kinda like love.

Crashing In by followyourenergy - 77k | E | - Cas is a gay man living in a rented, one-room cottage in the same small coastal town he grew up in, just getting by as the owner of the same convenience store he was practically raised in. The most excitement he gets is chatting with the locals or maybe, if he’s unlucky, oversleeping and rushing to work. So when a baby is left at the Safe Haven drop-off at the local fire station, he takes the opportunity to step in for the child temporarily, at least until suitable parents, plural, can be found.Life certainly gets more interesting.And it gets even more interesting when a handsome man comes crashing—literally—into his life.

What Baking Can Do by cowlovely - 63k | T |- Dean’s a baker. Cas is a pediatrician. They meet after Dean takes in foster baby Jack. Dean keeps bringing him pies and things. It’s very cute.

Say Cheese by DragonSgotenks - 50k | E | - Dean suddenly finds out he has a daughter when he’s granted custody of her. Cas is an aspiring nature photographer who works at a portrait photography place in the mall to pay the bills. When a handsome father brings in his grumpy little girl for pictures Castiel thinks it will be just another photo shoot. He's wrong.

if you like when one of them is famous and running away from their lives to a small town

(Crashing In also belongs here: see above)

The Complete Works of Emmanuel Allen by violue - 56k | E | - Dean Winchester, reluctant business owner, reluctant homeowner, and reluctant cat owner, is striking up a very promising friendship with the author of his favorite book series. And he has no idea. (Slight And This Your Living Kiss vibes with the whole falling for your favorite author unknowingly)

Autumn in His Eyes by Desirae - 50k | E | - Castiel worked his ass off to escape his family and make a name for himself in the art world. However, when his name gets tarnished after a scandal involving his brother and the paparazzi won’t leave him alone, Castiel goes into hiding, moving into an inherited property of his beloved grandmother’s in the cozy little town of Bear Claw, Vermont-where he meets one Dean Winchester. Dean, though not without his own baggage, is a kind and generous soul who unlocks something in Castiel.

Arrested by Love by teacass (Fushigi) - 41k | E | - Running away from an affair gone wrong, famous musician and media darling Dean Winchester flees to the only place small enough to offer him security: his hometown. Holing up in his father’s old cabin, he plans to wait out the storm in relative peace. Until he meets the new sheriff, Castiel Novak, who seems to be the only person in town immune to Dean’s (many) charms.

misc. fics you may like:

Dateverse by aeli_kindara - 47k | E | - Set in Canon Verse, s15 - Dean finally asks Cas out on a date. Neither of them really know what they’re doing. Three fics following three dates alongside trying to stop god and save the world.

Every Song is About You by Speary - 45k | M | - BAND AU. Enemies to Lovers !! They have history! I still think about this fic all the time. Castiel, a successful musician with the band Fallen, lost everything that he thought mattered. Grieving the loss of his band after a tragic accident, Castiel decides that he doesn't need to make music anymore. Crowley, his manager, is not okay with this plan. Enter Dean, the former member of the band, Winchester, who needs something to help fix what's broken in his life and his career. He has his own internal demons to fight, and the fact that Castiel still hates him after all these years isn't exactly helping anything. Despite all that, they form a new band together and slowly unravel the past.

Paper Moon by robotsnchicks - 43k | E | - By the time he hits thirty-three, Dean's given up on the apple pie life, accepting that a serious relationship isn't in the cards for him. But when he meets Cas everything falls into place. Now he’s happily married, hopelessly in love, and they’re about to buy their first home together. It almost feels too good to be true.It turns out it is. His world comes crashing down when he wakes to find that he’s been a subject in a virtual reality simulation gone wrong. His life with Cas really took place in less than a week and, back in the real world, Cas is nowhere to be found and no one’s heard of him. Still, Dean is determined to find him and give their relationship a shot in the real world.

Finding Home by Desirae - 42k | E | - When they were kids, Dean witnessed his best friend Cas get kidnapped before his eyes. Now, years later, Dean is runs a bakery and lives a quiet life, reluctant to leave his hometown in hopes that his best friend may one day return. His heart has remained closed for years, haunted by the loss of his friend, until Emmanuel James Milton breezed into his life; waking his sleeping heart with a complete lack filter and achingly familiar eyes. An author, with no family and traumatic past of his own, Emmanuel never felt like he belonged anywhere until he walked into The Honeybee Bakery and met Dean.

Don't Tell the Groom by followyourenergy - 30k | E | - Idiots in love ! Best friends to lovers ! FAKE WEDDING ! Such rom-com vibes. Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester have a love almost as long as their twenty-year friendship—not that they’ve told each other that, of course. Each of them yearns to have it all with their best friend, and both are convinced it’ll never happen. So when watching a reality show about clueless grooms who plan weddings on a budget for their brides without the brides’ input, talk naturally turns to planning weddings. In a terrible (or perhaps wonderful) moment of spontaneous boastfulness, Cas declares that he could plan a wedding for them without a problem, since he knows Dean so well, and in an ill-advised (or perhaps well-advised) challenge, Dean dares him to do it.

#fic recs #destiel fics #destiel fic recs #deancas fics #deancas fic recs #myrecs

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elvensorceress · 1 year

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unknown amount of sentences Sunday ✌️

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from the s2 Broke My Own Heart verse with my darling partner in crime @alyxmastershipper 😘💕💜💖 This is after Eddie had to end things with Buck so he could try again with Shannon. They haven’t really talked much and Buck was almost hurt on a call.

The station is quiet when they return and clean up. It’s close to four in the morning and most people go to lie down while they have a chance.

Eddie doesn’t. His heart is pounding hard enough to break his ribs.

Did he not secure the line well enough? Did he forget to check something? Was it his fault? Was he distracted and it put Buck in danger? How can he claim to look out for his partner when he lets something like this fall through the cracks?

Could Buck have died? Because Eddie missed something? Because he did something wrong?

He did everything wrong. Everything is wrong.

Buck sits down on the coffee table in front of him.

Eddie can’t look at him. Eddie failed him. If not tonight then— Eddie still failed.

He lost him. He lost him. He lost him.

Buck could have died. He could have been gone forever. Literally gone forever.

Eddie lost him.

“Hey,” Buck says in the same soft, gentle voice he used to use when they would meet and see each other all the time. When Buck would kiss him and touch him and make his body come alive like Eddie was real, like Eddie meant something.

When Buck would beg for filthy things but it somehow always came with this gaping need to be loved and cared for underneath, and Eddie honestly didn’t know much in the way of anything sexual, not the way Buck does, but love he can do. Tender, gentle care and reassurance, sweet affirmations and praise, soft kisses and warm affection. Eddie knows those things. He can give worlds of those things.

He would have.

He wanted to.

He doesn’t know why Buck is here now, sitting in front of him. Not after all of Eddie’s broken promises. Not after Eddie became one more person who used Buck and walked out.

Eddie isn’t sure he’ll ever forgive himself for that. He doesn’t know how Buck could either.

He wanted to be different. He wanted to take care of him. He wanted the whole night with the homemade meal and the flowers and the soft music. He wanted Buck on top of him, under him, in him— fuck, he loved having Buck in him. He loved it. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever felt, nothing about having Buck was, but having Buck inside him was liberating, intense, overwhelming, incredible.

It felt like Eddie could keep him. Like it made Buck part of him. He loved when they were so worked up and desperate they would slam and crush and shove their bodies together, and Eddie could still feel Buck buried deep inside him even hours after they’d finished.

How can Eddie ache so much for something he only had for a few months? How can he ache so much for anyone? Shannon leaving didn’t feel like this. But then again, he was already wounded and numb, scraped raw, frozen by the time that happened. It may have been a few weeks now since he ended it with Buck, but this is still ragged, freshly ripped, newly fractured, still bleeding.

What would he have done if Buck died tonight? If everything stays broken between them? If they’re nothing to each other ever again but acquaintance coworkers?

What if Buck had fallen? What if his whole body splattered against the asphalt and he was gone forever in an instant? It happens all the time. Firefighting is dangerous. There are worse ways to lose Buck than breaking up with him.

How could Eddie break up with him?

He didn’t. Because they weren’t— they weren’t actually, technically anything. They weren’t dating or in a relationship. They weren’t anything. They were just fucking around. Sex doesn’t mean anything to most people. It’s just for fun. It’s just a thing people do. They fucked and it was nothing.

Eddie never got to have him. Eddie never got to love him.

He doesn’t love him. It was just sex.

Buck doesn’t love him either. Buck never loved him. They lost— whatever it was, but it wasn’t anything. It didn’t mean anything.

Buck doesn’t love him. Eddie never feels anything.

#seven sentence sunday #buddie wip #fic: broke my own heart #jenwyn wip

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arttrampbelle · 7 months

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Some self ship art of me x hanzo hasashi.

Self insert au.

Hanzo gets new wife,a 2nd chance and a new beginning. Because he fucking deserves it! And i said so. So suck it nrs and ed boob!

Anyways. This au is pretty simple. Hanzo takes me in and gives me sanctuary,i basically was found near the Shirai-Ryu village which I'm naming Hana village. (Hana meaning flower in Japanese). Now this doesn't take place in some "anciant long lost long ago japanese feudal type ninja shit. (Cuz this is waaaaay after hanzo got healing and is chill now. Character development wasnt forgotten,unlike nrs i give a shit. (Although the shirai-ryu are traditional,and old school af ninja and shinobi/kage,so some elements in the village remain but its rural Japan.) Nah this is modern Osaka,japan. Outside city limits of course and very hidden and protected. Only a few know the way. I would say the closest maybe to what i think hana village would look like is anami village(a real place) but smaller. And more hidden? Either way there is a a red bridge and a torii gate in the front pass to get to it. The other entrances and the southern pass thru a huge ass field. The east pass through dense forest. And the western pass. Which is thru a mountain. The most difficult pass to traverse,however....the safest. As the kage of the shirai-ryu tend only use that to help protect the village.

Anyways. Basically. I wake up in a ninja clan village. Have no idea why im there. Hanzo takes me in. Trains me a bit,tho i am skilled i am by no means a master. So he decided to help me. And things happened,very heated things *wink wink* . Pretty simple plot.

Oh yeah....and a few ninja from an unknown ninja clan tries to attack the village. But fails. But hanzo is sus. Who are these ninja? What do they want? Why did they attack. And why is quan chi back?! Oh shiiiit. The lin kuei give hanzo a clue. And they were rivals with the lin kuei at one point but the clan at the time was smaller and weaker but they got somehow stronger and more powerful, oof. And quan chi is helping them! This mysterious ninja clan is a problem,and perhaps a new threat? And only the masters of fire and ice,grandmaster kuai liang and hanzo hasashi,and hanzo's new wife can stop them!

Ooooo. *dramatic music!*

Ok but fr. I just also wanted an excuse to draw hanzo being protective. And write about my story idea.

(My mk verse(and all it's aus) is gonna be called mk:eternal (because it's truest essence is eternal in my heart. Nrs can't take that from me!) )

*artist note: oops i forgot their rings. Oh well pretend they put them away so they dont get lost or ruined while they whoop ass. 🤷‍♀️ oopsy*

Used a base

I hope y'all like it

🥺💖

👉🏻👈🏻

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My verse,mk:eternal. story,aus,ocs,etc is mine. Of course.

Unfortunately mortal kombat is not. Mk is (c) to nrs (unfortunately)

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#im so sad #i wanna write this so bad but i only have so much brain capacity #and im an artist more than a writer #but i try #i hope y'all enjoy this #mortal kombat #hanzo hasashi #scorpion mortal kombat #hanzo hasashi mortal kombat #self ship #self shipping #used a base #💛🏵burning chrysanthemums🏵💛#my art #my aus #my mk au #self insert au #my mk verse #mketernal

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beyourselfchulanmaria · 1 year

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And this playlist cover artist by Miki kim. (chu-lan-maria)

(PS. I don't own any music and songs right, I just make the playlist for listening easily and enjoy all musicians your works and love to share it only. all copyright belongs to musician & singer. If you want me do delete yours from the playlist, please tell me then I will do it. Blessings! Thanks! 💋 🙏 Lan~*)

🎶 Playlist || 我會找到你的 I will find you

"我會找到你的 I will find you" - Remi Raji -

Tonight my verse will find you dancing alone a hurricane of desires will pass me, unknown.

And I the anchor, martyr to your trance, draped, in the absolution of your absence.

You for whom I have wandered in uncertain pines You for whom I have sacrificed my limbs in open mines.

You for whom I have many names...

What delights me more this very moment: your laughter, salty as the rain's chemistry on a parched tongue, or your seismic filament, which gives fulness to your minted mystery.

Tonight my verse seeks you but I'm a speck of dream.

In the middle of it all, when you are not there I always find you in the finesse of sand in the sounds of stones, rivers, and in the clouds' jeer in the waves, in the foams and dunes of the land.

We will not know the day but the hour will come

in the hurricane and the dance in the liberty of the trance in this serration and that imagination all mean less than the remembrance of fire.

It is in that hour that my verse will find you It is in that second that my song will fill you.

💖 Art work by Miki kim

Classical

Orchestral

Contemporary Classical

Erhu

Reggae

Violin

world

#i will find you #我會找到你的 #a playlist made of mine n thanks for all musicians 💙#音樂合輯

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works-of-magic · 1 year

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What? No! I didn't cry because a song made me think about Mistress today, I swear!

It was a very near thing, though.

Two songs, really. But the one called Dysfunctional You especially... It has this whole vibe of "you're not perfect, but your flaws are a part of who you are, and you're wonderful."

She had her fair share of struggles, with learning moves, with fitting back in with wild Pokemon after what happened to her, being ostracized by people, then trying to adjust to being with a trainer she didn't trust for months, but I like this verse for her because I never wanted to leave her side and I never wanted her to think she had to put on a mask and pretend to be something she's not.

"So pack your bags and leave a note, thank the ones who kept you afloat... And go on and be your dysfunctional self. Life's too short to play someone else, cuz being normal is just a trap, but you're never so gone that you can't turn back. So go on and be unpredictable! SHATTER the glass when it's half full! The audience has waited all this time, you're well-rehearsed and you know your lines..."

And this line especially is my heart to hers.

"So introduce them to: the wonderful, dysfunctional you!"

And the doubt she used to struggle with? "Terrified, look alive, maybe they're right, I'm a little too dim when the moment gets bright..."

But I helped her figure out how to EMBRACE what made her stand out! "They say come on, come on, are you out of your mind? The crazy feels good and the water's just fine. So I take a deep breath. They ain't seen nothing yet."

And getting her trust, helping her through the hard stuff, and always on her side, especially against the superstitions about Mismagius: "Little by little, it'll all make sense, when you step right up in our defense..."

And I don't know, maybe you have to know our story to know why that is such an ANTHEM for us. But gosh, it fits her so much I was overwhelmed with emotion while doing chores today.

And then Symptom of Being Human too? That one has a feeling of being an outcast and being Weird, but it encourages you to EMBRACE that and show the world who you are! The compassion for the Weird is really just my MO. I mean, I chose to raise Ghost types, didn't I?

"I can still remember, me and Miss November Rain, beautiful and strange. Always so inclined, coloring outside the lines..."

That's just her to a T.

"You've always been slightly awkward, kinda weird, upside-down and not all here. Right or wrong, it's all so crystal clear...."

And everything we've been through... "Sometimes I'm in a room where I don't belong, and the house is on fire and there's no alarm, and the walls are melting too. How 'bout you?"

Our histories, me with my family and her with superstition: "I've never been the favorite, thought I'd seen it all, 'til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball, and my friends are coming too. How 'bout you?" And us traveling together!

"Don't worry, it's all just a symptom of being human."

"Unpack all your baggage, hide it in the attic, where: you hope it disappears..."

She kept so much hidden from all of us. I suspect she opened up to Murky first, but even Missie didn't know her history until she told us. She wasn't ever really one to talk about that kind of stuff.

And especially after she first joined the team: "This all seems so familiar, but it doesn't feel like home, it's just another unknown."

So, yeah. I've never really made playlists for my team, really, but if I ever did for Mistress, these would definitely go on hers.

I love my unique weird dysfunctional partner ghost. 💗💜💖

#about us #music

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srbachchan · 2 years

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DAY 5177

Ob del grg DEL April 18/19, 2022 Mon/Tue 12:00 AM

🤍 , Birthday wishes to the ever dedicated Ef Arth Vaishnav and Ef Beejal Bhatt .. may both your lives ever be filled with all the sweetest meanings of love and light .. be in calm, peace and strength , specially , Beejal , who lost his Mother recently .. care and prayers 🙏🏻 .. and 💖✨🕊️💮🌼 ✨

when art overtakes comment .. when comment remains comment .. when dislike remains aloof, the likes abound .. when tears wipe away the muddied base .. when fear of leaving is overcome by the joy of staying .. when family is the force to reckon in multiples not singular ..

then ..

.. then shall art be prevalent beyond all ..

art is a blessing .. some comes in the learning , some from the heart some from the mind .. and the best comes from within in an unknown chamber .. that be the one by the Creator .. HIS supremacy is justifiably divine , but also the purest .. HE designs your nature and mode in the birth place .. where how when , all in HIS conditioned divinity ..

Do not ever try to discover or search for it .. it cannot be found .. it can only be experienced .. and the experienced know that the experience is divine ..

May it remain so .. EVER ..

Some unknowns in life are what life is .. challenge it and ye shall loose !

उस प्याले से प्यार मुझे जो , दूर हथेली से प्याला ;

उस हाला से चाव मुझे जो , दूर अधर से है हाला ,

प्यार नहीं पा जाने में है , पाने के अरमानों में !

पा जाता तब , हाय , न इतनी , प्यारी लगती मधुशाला !

i be in love with that cup , that cup that remains distant from my palm

i be in the like of that wine , that remains distant from my lips ,

love is not in the getting , it is in the earnest hope of getting it ;

if i did get it then O dear , the House of Wine would never have been so loved !

.. from the eternal Madhushala .. written in 1933 .. and even after 89 years to date , we still find meaning in the verse destined for centuries ..

the creator of the creativity shall pass away .. his creation shall live eternal ..

give creativity a chance .. !!!

I am trying to make a living out of it ..

along with him ..

Love ..

Amitabh Bachchan

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early20sfailingplenty · 2 years

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(I apologize if this doesn't make much sense)

Can I have a blurb with Bo helping y/n with a panic attack?

If possible with the use of "Bo's gotcha"?

I've been having a lot of panic attacks lately where I get super shaky an overheated, an just kind of stare off while crying, an the thought of Bo calming me down has been helping them not last long but there bad when they hit...

Ooof I'm feeling this one hard tonight.😩 I'm so sorry you're going through this and I hope you feel better soon! I'm always here if you want to talk!💖

TW; panic attack, swearing, crying, shaking, emotional distress characteristic of a panic attack, mentions of rifles (I needed to give Bo something to do and couldn't think of anything; it's a very lazy plot device).

Please note that this was written first and foremost as a COMFORT PIECE, so any romanticism you may see within the experience depicted in this piece is UNINTENTIONAL. I've based this on the ask I received as well as my own experiences with panic attacks so it may not be relatable to everyone, but I hope it's generalised enough to be something that you can find comfort in.

AS ALWAYS, GENDER NEUTRAL READER, NO CODED LANGUAGE, "YOU" AND Y/N USED

I want 1234567890 of these forehead kisses please🥺🙏😭

Word count: 1, 342.

You had known when you had got out of bed this morning that it was going to be a difficult day. The trembling had started just as soon as your feet had touched the floor, your body full of anxiety and your mind overridden with fear of the unknown. How on earth you were going to make it through the day, you knew not, but you had to try. There were simply too many things to do around Ambrose and there was no time for you to worry about your emotions; they would come and go but the to do list would always remain, no matter how hard you worked.

You were fine...

... Until you weren't.

The shaking of your hands worsened through the day, as did your overall jumpiness. After the sixth time of making you jump in as many minutes just by walking into the room or tapping upon the nearest surface to get your attention, Vincent had gone to find Bo to tip him off about your deteriorating state. The youngest twin knew all the signs and symptoms of a panic attack and he was highly attuned to your distress. Ambrose was barely big enough for the three personalities which lived in it, so vibrant were they each in their own rights, so when one of you wasn't okay, everyone felt it.

When you became so shaky that your knees could no longer support you, you made your way over from the kitchen sink, where you had been staring out of the window, to the worn sofa in the living room. You had to sit down before you fell down, your breathing picking up just enough to catch Bo's attention, sat on the sofa was he cleaning his rifle. He barely glanced at you when you plopped down beside him, his icy blues trained on the television before you. There was some old movie on, one he had seen a hundred times before, but one he enjoyed mostly for its familiarity.

There was safety in the familiar, comfort, or there was supposed to be, but the quickening of your breathing was a familiar sound when you had woken up on a certain side of the bed and it was most definitely not comforting for the eldest Sinclair to hear. His shoulders stiffened and Bo turned to look at you, knowing before he did what he would find; you, staring off into space, crying and shaking like a damn leaf with your mind somewhere he couldn't follow.

Sometimes, Bo really fucking hated being right.

Your next breath caught in your throat and you tried to inhale, tried to take some more oxygen in, but you sobbed at the same second and seemed almost to choke, the strangled noise accompanied by tears pouring hot and fast down your cheeks as your careful facade crashed around you. You were shaking so hard that Bo's space beside you was moving, too, and you were almost bent over in half with the force of your crying. Bo wasn't as versed in medicine as his twin was but even he knew that that was negatively impacting your breathing.

"Whoa, hey," Bo put the rifle on the coffee table and turned to you, his knees facing you so that you knew he was wholly focused on you. "Easy, darlin'." His hands reached out somewhat awkwardly as he tried to move from the front so that you could see him coming towards you, but you were still staring off into space, your body trembling and you were clearly too hot. That was one of the physical symptoms your body displayed during a panic attack; a prickly heat spread across your skin and through your veins and it was usually one of the first signs you felt. The brothers picked up on your changed temperament, increased jumpiness and shattered nerves, but only you could feel the sickly rise in body temperature.

Bo's hands landed on your shoulders and the calloused pads of his thumbs rubbed circles there as he moved to crouch in front of you. "Can y'talk t'me, Y/N? What's the matter wit' you, huh?"

You shook your head and leaned forward, forward, until your forehead, so hot from the inside that you felt like your brain was cooking, so fried were your nerves, was resting against the sharp angle of Bo's collarbone. Your breaths were coming in harsh pants now and Bo was desperately trying to calm you down, his hands sliding down, down, until he was rubbing up and down your back in strong, rough but fluid movements. Up, down, up, down... you wrestled with yourself and actively focused on the movement of his hands. Up was an inhale, down was an exhale. It was something you had practiced before with him when you had had panic attacks and after the first time it had happened, when Bo didn't know how else to try to help you, he had rubbed your back and you had aligned his touch with your body in a way which was beneficial to you.

It had helped at that particular time and now with how frequent your panic attacks were, it was almost a tradition for you to match your breathing to Bo's touches. It was why he was so slow when he rubbed your back as he muttered the count Vincent had taught him under his breath. When a Sinclair was hurt, the other Sinclairs all pulled together to help out. It was how things had always been and would always be in Ambrose. If one Sinclair wasn't okay, all the Sinclairs felt it until such a time as whatever wasn't right had worked out.

"Shush, shush," Bo angled his head awkwardly as your breathing began to regulate so that he could press a kiss to your temple. "Shush, darlin', I got'cha. Bo's got'cha, huh? Yeah, y're all right. Bo's got'cha. Y'jus' focus on breathing, all righ'? Get some air into those beautiful lungs'a yours. Y'jus' breathe, honey. Bo's right here. M'not goin' anywhere, not so long as y're like this." Bo continued to say sweet nothings to you, but, oh, he meant every word.

Bo pushed forward into you so that he could wrap his arms around you into a hug when your breathing finally came down and you melted into him so much that he could feel your heart racing against his own. "C'mere, darlin', I got'cha." Bo stood, still hugging you, and moved himself so that he could sit beside you to resume his previous position to allow you to crawl into his lap and get yourself comfortable. Panic attacks took so much out of you physically that you usually napped right after, and Bo was always there for you for that, too. Hell, most of the time, he napped with you, for even in sleep, Bo would follow you.

He loved you too much to go somewhere without you, and that included those parts within you which tried to destroy you from the inside out.

"Tha - thank you, Bo. Fo - for staying. Thank you." You gripped him tightly, a gesture totally at odds with the uncertainty of your words and the dampness of your cheeks and Bo smiled to himself in relief as he felt you coming back down.

"Y'don't gotta thank me, darlin'," Bo scoffed and pressed a rough kiss to your forehead, his lips pressing so hard against your skin that you could feel the outline of his teeth through his lips. "S'what I'm here for." Pointedly did he lean back against the arm of the sofa and you took the invitation to lay across his body, wrapping your arms around him and getting comfortable. And if you fell asleep and Bo happened to drape a blanket over you to make you more cosy than you already were in the fleshy cage of his embrace, then who was Vincent to snap a picture from one of the many darkened, dusty corners of the house with which to tease his brother with later?

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair comfort #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair imagine #slasher fic #slasher community #slasher x you #slasher x reader #house of wax #house of wax imagine #house of wax x reader

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tinydestinybear · 2 years

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Hi! I already absolutely love the KOH verse💖💖 I was wondering whether you could do a blurb where Harry is very overprotective about his angels? Like if someone so much looks at them the wrong way he gets mad. Thank you and have a great day.

helloo, i'm absolutely sorry for delaying this blurb! 😞i added something more and i hope you enjoy 💕

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It was not unknown that Harry was very protective over his angels. He considered them his light, in this darkness of hell, who make his heart soft. Y/N was the first girl he had ever fallen in love with – the one who had gotten him to where he is now and Lily was a symbol of their love.

The King of Hell seeing the other demons disturb his family on a bad day was a hurricane. That was a sign for everyone to scramble back to their places, because if there was even one wrong said, heads would roll. On those bad days he would be like a ticking time bomb and it would take very little for him to explode and so happened.

“Would you like to burn for eternity?” Harry spoke from the extreme end of the hallway to the demon who was caught scolding and dragging Lily by her hair because of her toy lying in the hallway, which according to Harry was an absolutely stupid excuse and when Y/N spotted her teary eyed in the hallway and stopped the demon, he began speaking to her with judgemental eyes.

Just when YN was about to reply back to him, she heard Harry from the hallway and soon felt a soft touch on her shoulder, Harry was behind her - lip biting, deep red eyes - as he picked up Lily in his arms, kissing her forehead protectively before passing her to Y/N and looked back at the demon.

“Do you have any idea who you just messed with! Do you?!” Harry’s voiced boomed in the hallway.

“M-My lord please it was a mistake—“ The demon starts trembling, it very much so wasn’t a mistake, it was something the filthy demon had taken pleasure in.

“Oh, I’m sure it was. But I’m sure this will never happen again because I shall torture you and make sure you never walk past them.” Harry’s eyes carried flames, wings now darker than ever.

“S-Sorry my king.” The demon shook his head, making a quick run but the other demons caught him and took him to the cell.

Meanwhile, Y/N’s bottom lip quivered and tears started in her eyes as she couldn’t help protect their daughter. She could’ve shouted, punished him but something about the angel in her wouldn’t let her do that.

“He’s gone, it’s over m’angel,” Harry said as he came over and wrapped his arms protectively around them both. “Won’t ever happen again, calm down my love.”

“Why didn’t I do anything? Why couldn’t I?” Y/N sobs.

“Shh, this isn’t your fault. He’s a horrible excuse of a demon and I I feel guilty for letting him have a place in the palace. Lily and you both are safe. Won’t let anything happen to you,” He hushes her as his wings soften around her, kissing her forehead to calm her down.

“It’s not your fault H, it’s not. Can we just go up to our room? I don’t want to stay here anymore.” She whimpers and he takes Lily from her as they head towards the room.

When they get to their room, he set both of his angels down as he adjusts himself to rest beside them and plays with Y/N’s hair as Lily falls asleep between them peacefully.

The king of hell made sure his angels felt protected at all times.

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lexiawrittings · 2 years

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Omg thank you so much T . T

That made me feel so good.

And am honoured I had the same thought process as an angel of writing.

And IKR!!! Like the line

"you're tue reason I believe in faith you're my paradise"

It just fits coz (as I feel) Clark subconsciously takes her as his safe place. And his darkness has a home, a root to return to.

(root reminds me I have my plant root hw, but it's pending day after tomorrow. Anyways)

And reader has him as her god and everything and her faith in life stems from the fact that atleast he didn't ask her to di3 or leave permanently and she can still hold importance.

~✨ anon

Hi ✨ anon,

I love reading your take on Rejected, this so good.💓 I can see what you mean by Clark taking comfort with Y/N, especially on the first part, the power they share is very unknown to him. To him to heal from a grave wound by gentle touch in which he can seek comforts and solace which, eventually also, lead to passion and sex, it's surprising. I think he was confused by this power and let his emotions took control.

For me the song works so much because I see a lot of Clark in the first verse like this line;

" I'm mad man for your touch, girl I've lost control. "

And a lot of Y/N in the second verse;

" oh, darling, my soul you know it aches for yours. And you've been filling this hole since you were born. [...] And I'll do anything to be your love I'll be your sacrifice. "

This! Is pure inspiration GOLD! (I wish I could say more)

Thank you for your words and comments 💕💕! (and oh my god, do you garden? I wish I could, I'm so jealous!)

Lots of Love, Lex..xx 💖💖

Story: Rejected.

#lexiareplies #Story: Rejected

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multiverse-swampy · 10 months

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Swampy pulls up in a rocket ship and rolls down the window.

“Get in loser. We’re going to Deep Dish 9.”

#💖In Character #💖Multiverse Jumper; Swampy #💖Into The Unknown Verse #💖Shitposting with CATS!; Crack #💖Open Starter #not so subtle reference

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lavampira · 3 years

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Jaded, pistol and zodiac for the OC of your choice 😁💖

ty wiz! 🖤 going with my sad mage boi rhian for these because I've been thinking about him :')

[a-z headcanon questions]

jaded: do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? what’s their standard?

the poor guy has had it so rough in his life that he probably would've liked to believe that he could have some sort of happily ever after before he was sentenced to death; maybe a quiet life back with aunt bess, or a tentative relationship with leon and their respective roles in the realm, surrounded by people he loves. but the trauma of his death and resurrection makes it difficult so far to cling to any idea of that future that he had.

pistol: is this character skilled with a weapon? what’s their opinion of violence?

he has a very passable skill with a sword from training with the white fangs, but he's much more reliant on his magic. he views violence as an unfortunate necessity sometimes, mostly in the case of self defense or protecting others from harm, which leads to some devastating consequences as he does what he thinks he has to do.

zodiac: what’s their astro sign? does it fit? what would you pick, if it’s unknown?

if I had to pick one for him, since it doesn't apply in his 'verse setting but it's fun to think about anyway, it'd probably be pisces - he's very emotional with tendencies to moodiness, compassionate, idealistic, and devoted, all general traits of the sign.

#asked and answered #heywizards #if: a mage reborn #oc: rhian selencal

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moncherjournal96 · 2 years

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obey Him despite of fear 😌

Scripture of the day

Joshua 1:1-9 (NKJV)

After the death of Moses the servant of the Lord, it came to pass that the Lord spoke to Joshua the son of Nun, Moses’ assistant, saying: 2 “Moses My servant is dead. Now therefore, arise, go over this Jordan, you and all this people, to the land which I am giving to them—the children of Israel. 3 Every place that the sole of your foot will tread upon I have given you, as I said to Moses. 4 From the wilderness and this Lebanon as far as the great river, the River Euphrates, all the land of the Hittites, and to the Great Sea toward the going down of the sun, shall be your territory. 5 No man shall be able to stand before you all the days of your life; as I was with Moses, so I will be with you. I will not leave you nor forsake you. 6 Be strong and of good courage, for to this people you shall [a]divide as an inheritance the land which I swore to their fathers to give them. 7 Only be strong and very courageous, that you may observe to do according to all the law which Moses My servant commanded you; do not turn from it to the right hand or to the left, that you may [b]prosper wherever you go. 8 This Book of the Law shall not depart from your mouth, but you[c] shall meditate in it day and night, that you may observe to do according to all that is written in it. For then you will make your way prosperous, and then you will have good success. 9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”

Observation

It was part of God's plan that Joshua was to be the next leader of the Israelites. It wasn't easy for Joshua to accept the huge role, but the Lord said (assured and reassured him), "...I will be with you...", "...be strong and very courageous...", "...do not be afraid, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go."

Even before, the people were told to meditate and follow on God's word, day and night. Just like what the Lord told Joshua in verses 7-8. Thus, we are called to study, listen, obey His Word for this will help us that in whatever we'll do will be according to it.

Interpretation

God has a plan for each of us, just like what He had for Joshua. Though we may not know exactly what He has called us to do or wants us to do, but what we know is that He will be [and is] with us! It's scary to think what might be ahead of us because it is unknown, yet the Lord has told us not to be afraid for He is with us -- He will never leave us nor forsake us.

Being not afraid doesn't mean you are not allowed to be afraid anymore or you are supposed to not get scared because the Lord said He'll be with us, but it is still doing what the Lord has assigned DESPITE the fear for we are assured that He's with us as we do it, while we are in it, and even after -- which is super great, right?? 💖It just goes to show how much the Lord loves us!!!! 🤗

Application

This is a never ending one, but it is to TRUST THE LORD!!! He knows better what we are capable of, what is best for us, where we can grow and be the person He wants us to be, therefore He won't leave us all alone. He will always be there with us even if we think that He's not or that He doesn't love us anymore or that we have done lots of bad things. Yet it doesn't mean we are not to confess and repent and reflect on our actions. He's just waiting for you and me to come to Him for He has never left us. He is just there all this time...patiently waiting! 😌❤️

Let's be strong and courageous like Joshua, with the help of the Lord. It won't be easy to do things on our own, but with the Lord's guidance and presence, we can do it, we can conquer it! How wonderful, right?! 😍✨

Prayer

Lord, thank you for giving me this opportunity to do my devotion once again! ✨Thank you that I am alive today and my loved ones, too. ❤️ Thank you God for all the blessing, I may not know specifically what they are but still I am grateful.

I pray Lord that I'll be able to apply what I have learned today. I pray that I'll be able to share this to other, it may not be verbally but through my life, Lord... Whatever you have called me to do, or where to go, give me the strength to obey you, God. Help me to really put my trust in you because through you I can be strong and courageous and face the new and unknown!! It won't be easy, I know, but with You with me, that's an enough assurance that every thing will be okay (not meaning that all will be rainbows and no rain anymore).

Thank you, Lord, for today... 💖

In your Name,

Amen.

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Fin, Ninety-six / 11082021

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