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alice-in-wonderart · 4 years

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hiii, do you write for xue yang? if yes, could you do some poly!xuexiao headcanons or scenario? whatever its easier to you! maybe with a little angst since xue yang is a hard person. even if you say no, thank you so much for your attention and for your writing, I love what you do 💞

UWU, you made my entire week, thank you so muchhh ❤️❤️❤️ you warmed my heart! Of course, I write for best boy XY~ Honestly, I write for nearly all characters. I picked headcanons, because there is- a LOT to talk about when it comes to poly XueYao and your girl is living for that adventure! I tried making it as angsty as possible, but my THIRST for a happy ending is so strong- I apologise for the delay in answering (life decided to life a bit more these past few days) and I hope you enjoy my take on the relationship~

P.S I might have gone a tad overboard-

I'm changing the canon quite a bit, because XueXiao need happiness and you are that happiness. XXC doesn't know Xue Yang's name until they meet post-blindness, Song Lan doesn't appear until MUCH later and ofc you're there lol.

You know that trope of the angel and the devil on your shoulder? That's your relationship with Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen in short.

It all started when you met Xiao Xingchen during one of his many travels. He was so kind and sweet, understanding and compassionate. You were very fond of his company. Likewise, you didn't underestimate him, you listened to him, you were intelligent, funny, caring, responsible and he quickly found himself drawn to you.

So, it was no surprise when he expressed a certain interest in you. And it was even less of a surprise when you returned his feelings. And life was great.

But then, Xue Yang came into the picture and hit both of you in the hearts like Cupid's arrow. Discovering him on the side of the road was both the best and worst thing that had ever happened to you.

At first, both of you denied your attraction to him, but with every passing day, it grew more and more. The three of you'd spend nearly every second of the day together. The boy was handsome, funny and had a certain aura of...danger to him - one you found to be very charming in it's own way. Xiao Xingchen, too, had a growing fondness for Xue Yang's quick wit and rough play.

Nobody really suggested a poly relationship, it just kind of happened. One day you just grabbed both of their hands and they went with it.

Now, the dynamic between the two of them is much too entertaining. XXC is much more careful and caring, worrying and doting over both you and XY, showering both of you in love and affection. Xue Yang, on the other hand, is much more rough, mischievous and daring. They are the epitome of "good cop bad cop."

It is the most noticeable when you want to do something more dangerous or risky, be it joining a night hunt or anything else that could potentially end with you getting hurt. The response is always Xue Yang's immediate "Hell yes. Count me in" vs Xiao Xingchen's "No wait, what if you get hurt, just be careful."

While Xiao Xingchen is all sweet caresses, gentle hugs and forehead kisses, Xue Yang much prefers hidden inappropriate touches, especially in public, bites and playful smacks. He could endure a bit of scolding from Xiao Xingchen.

They wouldn't necessarily fight over you, but Xue Yang is much more needy when it comes to affection and it shows. God forbid it's just you and Xiao Xingchen without him. He'd be quick to join in, seemingly casually butting into the conversation, but you'd know better. He's lacked affection as a child and you know it, so his touch-starved nature is far from surprising.

Sharing a bed is an adventure. One sleeps unmoving, barely breathing, like a corpse, while the other - kicks and turns. Not a lot, but enough to be noticeable. Xiao Xingchen is the one who is turns, surprisingly. And of course, you're sandwiched in the middle of it all. Let me tell you, it's all fun and games, until summer rolls around. Sharing a bed in winter is a blessing, but the scorching heat of the summer days has made for some pretty interesting solutions. But nobody refuses to sleep away from the other two. You just HAVE to be bundled up together.

Xue Yang, despite being the self-proclaimed scoundrel of the relationship, is actually the most overly protective of the three of you. Underneath that seemingly devil-may-care attitude of his is a ticking time bomb of emotions ready to explode whenever somebody dares to so much as look at either you or XXC the wrong way.

"So what if he's blind! It's a blessing he doesn't have to witness your ugly damn face."

"Touch her. I dare you. I may not have a pinky, but you won't have a- " cue both of you dragging him far far far away from the situation.

But with life, as life goes, things are never black or white. And amidst the genuine love you three had for each other, trouble was bound to arise eventually.

Xue Yang never truly changed. How could he? The damage was already done. He may have found life with you and Xiao Xingchen to be pleasantly mundane and calm, but something kept weighing him down. And he decided, that it must have been Xiao Xingchen himself - the walking reminder of his past pain and his thirst for vengeance.

Imagine waking up one night, only to see Xue Yang standing next to the bed, staring at Xiao Xingchen holding... something in hand. It was too dark to tell. Upon noticing you're awake, he quickly turns around and leaves the room. And after a few long minutes, you feel the bed bext to you dip down with his weight. "Sleep." he'd mumble, before wrapping an arm around your waist. But somehow - it felt different.

And somehow you get that gut feeling, that perhaps you shouldn't leave Xiao Xingchen alone with Xue Yang. Perhaps you should be there at all times. Perhaps you were just imagining things, but you could swear something was rather off with your dear lover.

And then a fight happened. Now fighting was far from unusual, but this one escalated. It was over something minor, yet Xue Yang was much too hostile. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes - something you were used to, but this time your subconsciousness was screaming for you to run.

"It was you wasn't it?" Xiao Xingchen's gentle-as-ever voice rang, cutting through the unbearable tension, "Baixue Temple, Yueyang Chang Sect, it was you wasn't it, Xue Yang?"

And Xue Yang would just laugh and laugh. "I am glad you didn't forget me, dear Daozhang." And through a wicked smile, he'd tell his story of the missing pinky, sparing none of the gruesome details. And you'd realize, that all this time you'd been sharing your bed, your food...your love and relationship with a madman.

But that didn't make you want him any less. Not after so much time together. Not after falling in love. The situation was much more dire for Xiao Xingchen. He'd fallen utterly in love with the one who'd-

Yet he loved him so much. You loved him so much. And God, did it hurt, because through that fake smile of his, Xue Yang was fighting with himself. He didn't want his heaven to disappear. You - his wonderful candy, and his precious Daozhang were the cure for boredom he'd needed, the compassion he'd seeked for as a child, the understanding and caring he longed for.

And he wasn't ready to let go.

He'd try to attack, but it would be futile. Deep down Xue Yang knew, that he didn't want to hurt either of you. You never looked down on him, you never took advantage of him, you never stopped caring. And when Xiao Xingchen moved in front of you to protect you, yet took away his sword, instead opening his arms, Xue Yang realised, that perhaps for the very first (and only) time - violence and death weren't the only paths to walk on.

And perhaps, with time he'd learn how to properly love. And both Xiao Xingchen and you would be by his side, leading him and showing him what love is.

Perhaps, this relationship was worth fighting for.

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years

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For Your Eyes Only-- bodyguard!ashton [Chapter Seven]

Summary: Ashton Irwin is the head of security for Princess Alouette who is a kind, gentle young woman. Secretly pining for one another, those feelings will soon come to light as an occurrence will change Alouette’s life forever, and Ashton’s.

Word count: 4,820

Warnings: smut

Author’s note: So sorry for the long wait but here’s chapter seven! thank you so much for your patience and feedback is always welcome! :)

Masterlist

Chap. 1 || Chap. 2 || Chap. 3 || Chap. 4 || Chap. 5 || Chap. 6

“I want to go to the lake house,” Alouette says while she and Ashton are eating their breakfast. It’s been two weeks since she made her address to the nation.

It’s a wonderful spread with all of her favorites, english muffins, fruit, pancakes, pure maple syrup and warm banana bread.

She’s graduated from eating in her room to the dining room. Her dogs are lying by her feet in hopes of something falling and to mainly stay by her side, much like Ashton has.

Ashton purses his lips after he takes a drink of his coffee. Her lake house was only an hour and a half away, he obviously knows the security measures there are top notch. He’d make sure the guys are with him and there’s extra security surrounding the lake just in case. It’s doable but he wonders if it’s too soon for her to be away from home.

“Are you sure you’re up for the travel?” he peers over the white ceramic brim.

The last of her stitches were just taken out on Friday by Dr. Hunt, Ashton held her hand the whole time and talked to her soothingly when she winced at the tug and pull.

“Yes,” she nods, “I need to be there, Ashton. You know it’s my safe space. I don’t. . . I don’t feel like myself yet.”

“I know. Do you want to invite Neva and the other girls?”

“No, I want it to just be you and me . . .” she says softly twiddling a blueberry with her fork.

Ashton’s heart skips a beat. She wants to be alone with him in her lake house and not as her bodyguard? The idea excites him as it equally terrifies him. It’s obvious their bodyguard/Princess relationship is no longer. They’ve become closer than ever in the short weeks since he’s rescued her.

The bleeding on her back has stopped and her stitches worked marvellously on her wounds. She’d still complain of aches and pains but refused to take her pain medication anymore for fear of becoming dependent on them.

Ashton admired her for that steadfastness but it also pained him to know she’s still enduring that pain and that he can’t do anything to help it.

He’s never left her side still sleeping beside her in case she wakes up from another nightmare which occurs every other night. She tosses and thrashes under the covers and Ashton has to wake her up gently then holds her in his arms until she’s calmed down.

It always takes her a moment to come back to him, for her nightmarish visions to disappear.

He’d kiss her tears away then talks with her until she falls back asleep. When she first got home she’d wake up about four times, now it’s reduced to two.

During many of their private times, Ashton has tried to ask her what happened and she goes silent or changes the subject as if she didn’t hear him.

“Do you not want to?” her voice falls flat.

“No, that sounds great, angel. I’ll call Calum and set everything up,” he nods.

The smile she gives him makes his heart soar.

•••••

When Michael parks in front of the house the four of them sit in silence, no one gets out. Luke and Michael awkwardly look at each other then turn to look at Ashton who’s in the backseat with Alouette. Calum is in the second SUV with all their luggage, he pulls up behind them.

“What?” Ashton asks.

“Aren’t you going to get out and scope the place?” Michael asks.

“Yeah, your 270 second thing?” Luke asks glancing at Alouette who smiles at the number.

She looks to Ashton and nods.

“I’ll be okay. I know you’re never late on time,” she assures squeezing his shoulder lightly.

“Don’t get out until I’m back,” he warns the guys then kisses her knuckles quickly before exiting the vehicle. Calum joins him and they disappear to do their check.

Alouette counts in her head, her leg bounces anxiously as she waits for him. She has to remind herself that he’ll come back and soon they’ll be in her house, alone and together doing whatever they want. She wishes he’ll kiss her, but this time on her lips. She loves when he kisses her cheeks or forehead but it’s not where she craves him.

“Where we at?” Luke asks looking at her through the side mirror.

“Should be twenty more seconds,” she answers quietly.

Sure enough, twenty seconds go by and both Ashton and Calum emerge from the front of the house, smiles on their faces. Alouette struggles to open the door before she scrambles out to join him. He takes her hand rubbing her skin with his thumb. Michael and Luke follow behind but gather all of the bags.

“What do you want to do first?” Ashton asks walking inside.

“I need a nap, then we can go on the boat,” she yawns.

“All right, I’ll get the bags unpacked,” he smiles.

When they enter her room she falls onto the large bed, the cotton blue duvet puffs up around her and she pulls up the soft blanket around her. Ashton takes his bags from Michael then goes out the door.

“Where are you going?” she sits up.

“To put my things away.”

“Where?”

“In the guest bed.”

“Oh, you don’t want to stay here?” she bites her lip.

“I didn’t think you’d want me to, I don’t want to suffocate you.”

“Why would you think that?”

He opens his mouth but then closes it, swallowing down his thoughts.

“Do you want me to stay here with you?”

“Yes please,” she says twiddling her fingers together.

He smiles then sets his bags down by the door and makes his way to her on the bed. He brushes her hair back before kissing her forehead.

“I’ll let you nap then I’ll unpack, yeah?”

“Okay,” she whispers pressing her lips to the inside of his hand.

Ashton’s eyes widen slightly, it’s usually him who gives her kisses. She’s never initiated anything before and it makes his stomach flip. He sighs at the longing ache he has for her. Yes, he’s been with her for the past month while she’s been recovering, but this is all still new to him.

“I’ll let you rest. Me and the guys will look around for food or send someone to get some for dinner later.”

“You won’t go, right?”

“Nope, I’ll be right down the hall, angel,” he smiles.

•••••

After her nap Alouette and the boys had lunch then lazed around watching TV. She was too tired to go on the boat now.

Ashton brought some chicken to grill so once they finished eating he made a campfire which Alouette insisted on making smores.

One by one the boys left to go to their posts or get some rest so it was just Alouette and Ashton. Before Calum was the last to leave he was talking about security detail with Ashton and Alouette scoots closer to him on the bench nestling into his accommodating arm.

She loved smelling his cologne and the smell of Ashton in general. She loved being in the safety of his arms and his presence alone.

“You’ll be fine, I’ve already triple checked everything and everyone is at their posts,” Ashton tells Calum and rubs Alouette’s shoulder.

“All right. Goodnight, Princess,” Calum bows slightly with a playful grin on his face.

“Goodnight, Cal,” she smiles sweetly up at him and he leaves.

The crackle of the fire and the chirps of crickets surround Ashton and Alouette now. She sighed, wishing that he would kiss her for real. They came so close in Paris, their lips touched but before it could be more their moment was halted by Luke.

That all seems so long ago.

“Getting sleepy?” he asks.

“No,” she sighs again, “just thinking.”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“And a dollar for your insights,” she smiles easily up at him and he laughs.

“I’ll share what I’m thinking after you, my lady.”

“I’m thinking . . . how warm you are right now. Share your insights, mister,” she pokes his chest.

“My insight is how beautiful you are,” he sighs, “and . . . .”

“And?” she persists sitting up a little straighter.

“And how terrified I am to kiss you.” His throat works as he gazes at her. Their almost-but-not-quite-kiss in Paris is on his mind as well.

“I—what? Why?”

“I don’t want it to ruin things. I’ve . . . I’ve been in love with you for so long I don’t want to ruin it,” he confesses stroking his long finger across her cheek. She trembles from his touch.

“You have?” her heart is beating so rapidly she thinks it’s going to fly out.

“Yes, you’re the best woman I’ve ever known, Alouette. You have the kindest heart, everything about you is gentle and sweet and yet you’re so strong. So brave after what you went through.”

Her eyes searched his that are illuminated in the orange glow from the fire. Ashton is the epitome of warmth and sunshine and she’s finally getting to be close to him after years and years of yearning.

“Kiss me,” she whispers, heart pounding loudly.

He moves slowly, cautiously, as if this is some sort of fever dream and any sudden movements will cause him to wake. He uses his fingers to tilt her chin up, the last thing he sees before he closes his eyes is Alouette closing hers. Her long lashes cast long shadows over her cheeks and he presses his lips to hers oh so softly.

It’s electrifying. A spark courses through them both and she gasps giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth. He brings his other hand upon her cheek, his fingers get caught in her hair and Alouette brings her hands to his biceps.

Their lips move in perfect sync until they’re gasping for air. Ashton pulls away first letting his fingers skim over her cheeks, his thumb traces the shape of her lips. He watches her intently, her eyes are still closed, so he continues to trace her lips that are glistening in the firelight from his kiss.

When she finally opens her eyes, he smiles happily.

“Hi,” he greets softly brushing his fingers onto her cheeks.

“Hi,” she smiles lazily back.

He’s filled with such elation he knocks his forehead against hers, their noses bump together and he nuzzles into it.

“I’m trying so hard to be a gentleman and not kiss you again,” he confesses.

To his surprise Alouette brings her hand to his sideburns, her nails scratch at the stubble and combs through his dark hair. It feels heavenly and he closes his eyes at the sensation.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I want you to kiss me whenever you want to,” she tells him then pushes her mouth on his. “I’ve been waiting long enough.”

They stay outside kissing softly into the night until the fire has gone out. It isn’t until he felt her shiver against him that he pulls away and suggests they go inside. The moon is high in the sky with stars scattered all over and the two have never been happier.

••••

The next morning Ashton awakes to Alouette snoring softly by his ear, memories of last night come flooding in like a tidal wave and he’s smiling instantly. He shifts in the bed so he’s on his right side. With careful fingers he brushes her honey gold hair away from her face then strokes her cheek before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her temple.

She stirs beneath him and he continues to kiss her face until she makes a disgruntled noise. Her eyes are heavy as she opens them staring blearily up at him.

“Good morning, angel,” he greets then clears his throat of leftover sleep.

“Morning,” she whispers followed by a tired smile.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Great. I had a dream you kissed me all night, was that real?” her eyes are playful.

Ashton scoots lower in the bed so he’s face to face with her and he has his hand on her lower back. He tilts his neck forward so he can give her a proper good morning kiss, sucking on her lip to gently wake her.

“It was very real,” he mumbles moving in to kiss her again. She retracts and covers her mouth.

“I have morning breath,” she muffled.

“Don’t care,” he hums with a shake of his head removing her hand so he can kiss her again.

Alouette smiles into the kiss putting her hand onto his neck to keep him close, she hooks her leg around his hip as well. Ashton rolls onto his back bringing her with him so she’s on top of him, he holds onto her waist while their lips get reacquainted again. His hands rub up her back,

She lets out a noise of discomfort then pulls away to move his hands back down on her waist. He releases her immediately so she’s just on top of him with no support of his hold, he thinks he’s done something wrong or moved too fast.

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” he apologizes immediately.

“No, no, it’s just . . . some of the scars on my back aren’t healed all the way. You pressed on one,” she explains with a small grimace.

His heart falls then quickly switches to anger at the men who caused her this pain in the first place. The anger comes back around to himself for making a bonehead mistake in leaving her alone which resulted in her being taken in the first place.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she assures painting her fingers over the anger lines in his face. She smiles gently at him. “You didn’t know, it only hurt a little bit.”

“It shouldn’t hurt at all,” he mutters grabbing hold of her arm and kisses the inside of her wrist. He can feel the pulse of her heart.

“Ashton, please, don’t blame yourself anymore. What’s done is done, all right?” she stretches up to kiss him but he pushes her back gently.

“Let’s get some breakfast, angel,” he sighs, “then maybe we can go out on the boat.”

He slips from underneath her easily and moves to the closet to get changed. Alouette is left alone, cold and kiss-less wondering if he’ll ever kiss her again.

After a quiet breakfast is interrupted with the other guys barging in, she heads upstairs to change into her suit. She still has some faint bruising all over her body and is nervous about them seeing her. She can’t possibly wear a two-piece.

She’s especially worried about Ashton and how he’ll react to them so she opts for a one piece suit that covers her back at least.

That’s where the worst scars and burn marks are. The front of the suit is low cut with a hole opened on her stomach. She pulls on her shorts and t-shirt and heads back out into the kitchen where the guys are waiting.

“All set, Alou?” Michael asks happily.

“Yeah, let’s go,” she forces a smile and tries not to let Ashton looking her over get to her.

He’s not scrutinizing her, he’s looking for any form of discomfort that’s all.

Once they’re all on the boat, Ashton is in charge of driving and Alouette sits way up front so the spray of the water and the sun are on her face. For only being 9:30 in the morning it was already 80 degrees out and the spray of the lake water feels amazing.

“So, you and Ashton finally kissed, huh Alou?” Michael asks who is suddenly sitting next to her.

She opens her eyes to look at her longest friend. His features are soft and full of excitement for her, she glances back at Ashton who averts his gaze from her. She knows he’s brooding over what’s happened.

“Yeah, I don’t think it will happen again.”

“What? Why?”

“He pressed on one of my wounds that isn’t exactly healed yet and now he’s thinking about what happened again, how it’s his fault but it isn’t,” she sighs playing with the seam of the boat seat. “I’m self-conscious of you all to see my bruises.”

“I can try talking to him, no one is blaming him but himself. He’ll get over it, and as for the bruises and scars, we won’t say anything. We never would. It hurts us to see them on you but don’t be self-conscious, all right?” Michael touches her shoulder and squeezes gently.

Ashton remains on the boat while everyone else jumps into the lake, Alouette hangs back and positions herself on his lap. He welcomes her willingly but she notices his hands are barely touching her, like she’s a china doll about to fracture at the slightest touch.

With a huff she pulls off his sunglasses so she can look at his eyes, even then he won’t meet her gaze.

“Will you look at me?” she says with a little bit of bitterness in her voice.

He’s never heard her speak like that, to him or to anyone, so he looks at her in shock. His hazel eyes searched her face for the anger but he still sees softness.

“Are you never going to kiss me again?”

He sighs then shakes his head. “No, of course I will,” he cups her cheek then hesitantly wraps his arm around her waist. He keeps his hold light. “I don’t want to hurt you, that’s all.”

“You’ve never hurt me and you never will. I know you’re thinking about everything that happened but I’m telling you to stop. I’m going to use my Royalty Privileges as your Princess and I command you to stop thinking those thoughts in the name of me,” she scolds squeezing his shoulder slightly. Her eyes are fierce.

His eyes crinkle as he laughs at her command. He has no choice but to listen to her now.

“Yes, my lady,” he chuckles some more and presses his lips to hers.

“Good, now come in the water with us. I’m sweating off a layer of skin.”

She pops up from his lap and begins to undress before him. He makes it a point not to look at the bruises and scars he can see and follows her actions in undressing.

“Alouette,” he calls and she turns around. His throat tightens when he sees the light purples, greens and yellows discoloring the skin of her belly. “If anything hurts, let me know and we’ll go back to the house.”

“I will,” she nods, “but the water will help. Come on,” she holds out her hand for him to take.

Shirtless and in his swim trunks now, he takes her hand and they jump into the lake together. Michael, Luke and Calum hoot and holler at them for finally joining in on the fun. The four guards and Princess float in the water until she becomes hungry and they head back to the house.

Alouette is more at ease now and sits freely in her suit while the sun dries her as they boat back to the house. For the rest of the day is spent with relaxation.

She lays in the hammock or feeds the fish at the end of the dock. All the while Ashton is with her and he flashes her a smile each time she looks at him. She’ll lean over and kiss his cheek.

•••••

A few nights later, Ashton is sitting on her bed with his legs propped up, his elbows on his knees as he watches her head into the closet to change into her pajamas.

“Alouette,” he calls gently just before the door closes.

“Yes?” she cracks the door open wider.

He swallows the lump that has now formed in his throat from what he’s about to ask her. He scoots to the edge of the bed letting his legs hang off, feet touching the floor.

“Can . . . can I see the scars and bruises that still need to heal on your back?” he asks in a rush and swallows again.

Alouette licks her lips then nods coming back out in front of him. His eyes look up to her as she yanked off her t-shirt, her bra is purple and lacy with the lace hugging her breasts perfectly. His throat dries at the sight of her before him and then she turns around sitting on the edge of the bed in between his legs. She brushes her hair to the front and Ashton’s mouth gapes open at her back.

Beneath the straps of her bra and all over, really, are still small fresh scabs from what happened to her nearly a month ago. In the center and on her lower back are burn marks that have yet to scab over. A majority of her large three wounds are healed but her back is almost a Jackson Pollock painting with all the colors and lines.

Without hesitation, Ashton inclines forward and presses his lips to a jagged scar on her right shoulder. Alouette gasps at the unexpected sensation.

He kisses the whole length of the scar that reaches to the clasp of her bra. Ashton brings his fingers to the clasp then asks her quietly, “Can I?”

“Y-yes,” she clears her throat.

With careful fingers he unhooks it, kissing her spine as it opens then gently moves the straps off her body. He continues kissing each and every mark on her back, snaking his arms onto her stomach to pull her close to his warmth. She shivers as his large hands rubbed over her belly, his fingers dancing dangerously close to her breasts.

“Are you cold?” he asks on her skin which feels warm to him.

“No,” she answers with conviction then twists her body so she’s facing him and gives him a gentle kiss.

Alouette adjusts herself so her legs are leaning against the bed but Ashton hooks her thighs around his waist. His fingers tangled in her hair to keep her lips pressed against his. Her own fingers are scratching against the stubble on his jaw while their tongues massage against one another’s.

Alouette slips her other hand down his chest to the hem of his black t-shirt, her fingers dance along the hem until he understands what she wants. The kiss breaks so he can pull the garment off, before he kisses her again he stares at her face. He’s giving her this moment to say no, to tell him what she wants or doesn’t want to do.

“I’ve always been yours, Ashton,” she tells him softly as if reading his thoughts, “have me.”

With an excited huff he kisses her hungrily, giving her all of him that he’s always wanted to give. He stands easily with her pressed against him so he can turn around and lay her on the bed properly. Moments after both of their clothes are strewn about the room and wandering hands explore new territory.

She’s dreamed of what his muscles would feel like under her fingertips and the real thing is better than anything she could have dreamed. He’s strong and soft in all the perfect areas. When she scrapes her fingernails on the sides of his waist it causes him to shiver.

While her hands explore the expanse of his back Ashton’s lips travel along her neck and into the valley of her clavicle bone. She smells of the sweetest rose, and tastes even sweeter. He makes sure his kisses are soft because he sees fading bruises still on her skin.

After longer moments of searching and getting to know each other’s bodies, their eyes never falter as they connect for the first time. Alouette arches her back slightly, a gentle moan coaxes through her lips and Ashton caresses her face while the other holds tight to her fingers.

They’re connected as intimately as they can be.

Waves upon waves of pleasure radiate through their bodies, she pulls when he pushes in perfect tandem. Stars explode and new galaxies are formed behind their eyelids as the twisted heat in her belly is finally unfurled. She exhales his name as he inhales hers and yet the moment isn’t quite over yet.

The yearning they’ve had for each other has been ongoing for so long, all that pent up love and adoration is taking its sweet time to pour out but neither one of them is complaining. Her fingers curl in his hair as another explosion hits, her nails scratch up and down his back as the desire keeps coming in pulses of pleasure.

With one final push to the edge Ashton loses his willpower and mumbles her name through moans and grunts in her ear. She coaxes him through it with sweet praises and then he collapses on top of her, their bodies sticky with sweat. Heavy breaths fill the air while she combs her fingers through his hair and he pecks her shoulder multiple times.

With his heart still racing, Ashton lifts his head to gaze at his Princess, his lady, his Alouette. Her eyes are glazed over with love and exhaustion and he can’t help himself when he ghosts his lips over hers. It’s a lazy kiss but filled with so much love.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

“I love you,” she smiles bumping her nose with his then lets out a tired sigh.

She excuses herself to use the bathroom then when she returns Ashton is waiting with open arms which she gladly slides into. They hold each other naked--there are no secrets now-- their voices soft as they talk well into the night and until Alouette falls asleep against him. He continues to pull his fingers through her soft curls until he drifts off into a peaceful sleep, in his dream he’s surrounded by rose petals.

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For the rest of the week, Ashton and Alouette don’t hold back on their affections anymore. Calum, Luke and Michael knew better than to comment on it because they knew how testy Ashton could get, especially when it came to Alouette.

Which is why, unknown to the Princess, the three of them are still trying to find answers as to why she was captured and who the mastermind behind it all was. Ashton is making sure to keep tabs on whoever was involved, including keeping their original felon under custody. Ashton will find out why this happened if it takes all his life.

Today, rain is in the forecast for the whole day and after a morning of soft lovemaking, Ashton and Alouette decided to stay in bed all day. It’s filled with easy conversation and tender touches but there’s a burning question on the tip of Ashton’s tongue.

“Are you all right?” Alouette asks when she returns from making tea for the both of them. She sits next to him on the bed, handing him his tea.

“Mm, yeah,” he nods clearing his throat before taking a sip of his tea.

“Ashton,” Alouette places her hand over his holding onto the mug. His honey green tea eyes blink up at her, she frowns. “What’s wrong?”

Ashton sighs switching his mug into his other hand then laces his fingers between hers. He’s concentrating hard on what he wants to say and also on the softness of her skin.

“What happened when . . .” he inhales deeply before continuing, “when you were in that room?”

After a long moment of silence he risks looking at her, and she’s staring at him. Her blue eyes vacant as she stares, but he can see her pulse racing in her neck. She squeezes his hand.

“What?” she croaks.

Thunder rumbles in the distance and the rain pelts the roof, beyond the windows the storm is creating white caps on the lake. But as Ashton stares into her ocean eyes, there’s a storm equally as strong in them.

“I just . . . I want to know what happened to you. You haven’t told anyone and I . . . I want to help. If I can,” he confesses.

“I don’t--” she shakes her head pulling away from him. She’s withdrawing into herself and Ashton can feel the panic. “I can’t. Not yet. Please, Ash, I just---I can’t.”

“Okay, okay,” he hushes reaching forward to cup her cheek in his other hand. “I’m sorry angel, I didn’t mean to upset you. I want to help that’s all, if you’re not ready I won’t make you talk about it. Okay? I’m sorry.”

She nods stiffly, a silent tear escapes the corner of her eye that Ashton catches with his thumb. She falls into him, wrapping her arms around him as he does the same and kisses the top of her head.

“Thank you,” she says quietly into his shirt.

The only sound is the steady fall of the rain, the rolling thunder and their beating hearts.

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Falling to Temptation-Part 7

A/N: I am going ahead and posting this because I’m not sure if I will be near a computer later. And plus, I am excited (and a little scared) to see your reactions. Remember my ask box is ALWAYS open. Threats and intimidation can be left there. Ha ha ha I love you all.

WARNINGS: smut, PWP, cheating, angst, P in V, P in A, medical issues, medical speak, car accident, injuries, did I mention smut, I think this one is more angst though, a smidgen of fluff (if you squint)

“Your husband suffered severe head trauma,” the doctor in charge of his case explains. “There is an internal contusion on the front of his brain from, we surmise, the impact with the dashboard. His right ulna had a hairline fracture that we stabilized and set after our initial analysis.”

You look down at your husband, lying still and unconscious in the hospital bed. Thankfully Mavelin had fallen asleep on your shoulder as you and your brother-in-law awaited news. She did not need to see her daddy like this. Hell, it was killing you to see him like this; bloodied and bruised with a bandage on his head and a cast on his arm.

“When will he wake up?” you ask quietly, running your hand up and down Mavelin’s back. “Will he be..-” you pause as the appalling thought passes through your mind. “-coherent?”

“That we do not know,” the doctor answers with a grim look. “We will have to wait until he regains consciousness and run some tests. For now, though we are keeping watch on the contusion for any additional swelling it might cause.” He hesitates before speaking again. “If there is anyone who could possibly watch your daughter, it might be a good idea. We just don’t know how long this is going to take.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

The doctor heads toward the door to leave, when you speak up, stopping his departure.

“Doc, how are my brother-in-law and my mother-in-law?”

“A couple of broken bones apiece but other than that, mostly superficial wounds,” the doctor smiles. “I’ve had to threaten to restrain them both to keep them from rushing to Mr. Winchester’s side.”

You return the smile. You know he is right, this family is as thick as thieves when one of them is hurt, you’ve been witness to it many times since you’ve come to be with them. After the doctor leaves, you walk to the chair in the corner of the room and sit down.

How the hell did this become your life? Your husband, the father of your little girl, lying in a hospital bed possibly dying and just an hour ago you were fucking his brother in the kitchen of the Bunker!

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The door to your husband's room opens and you turn to see your brothers-in-law helping Mary walk in.

You quickly get up and let her sit in the chair closest to your husband's supine form. You watch your lover gently pick up your sleeping little girl and settle her on his shoulder before sitting down on the small couch you had placed her on.

"How bad is it, Y/N?" Mary quietly asks as she reaches for her son's limp hand.

You relay the doctor's prognosis, while trying to keep your tears at bay and failing. Your brother-in-law gets up and wraps his arms around you, trying to calm you.

"Shh, it'll be okay. He's tough," he whispers. "He is a Winchester after all."

You wiped your eyes and smile up at him. Being a Winchester doesn't mean much when the patriarch of the family was dead and gone, killed by the demon he had spent 2 decades hunting down. So no the Winchester name was not synonymous with resiliency in your eyes. Hell, they have all met death one way or another in their lives.

You look over at your husband and your heart breaks. He looks so small and insignificant laying there. If it wasn't for his chest moving, you'd think he was dead. Your heart hurts as you realize he isn't out of the woods yet and that very thing could still be a possibility.

Rounding the bed, you sit in the chair opposite your mother-in-law and take his free hand in yours. How could this have happened? What had you done to deserve this? To watch the man you love, the father of your child suffer. Tears burn behind your eyelids as you run your hand through his hair and down the side of his face.

He doesn’t deserve this. Your husband is good, decent, generous; the best man you know. So why is it him lying here, comatose, while so many malevolent humans and monsters are out there roaming the world? Why is it him that has to suffer and endure so much pain? You guess he is in pain, anyway; you can’t really tell because he is unconscious.

A whimper pulls your attention from him to the corner where your brother-in-law is holding a waking Mavelin. She doesn’t need to see her father like this so you stand up and kiss his forehead before approaching the sofa to take her from him.

As you reach out for her, he stands with her, her little head still laying on his shoulder.

“No, you stay with him,” he whispers. “I’ll take her on a journey around the hospital. Maybe we will hit up the cafeteria or snack machines.” He says, smiling down at you.

“Okay,” you concede and watch as he strolls out of the room.

“What about Castiel? Where is your angel friend?” Mary speaks up. Since her return, she still isn’t comfortable with the fact that her sons and step-son, along with her daughter-in-law, are all friends with a creature she considers supernatural and couldn’t bring herself to completely trust the celestial being.

“I don’t know Mary,” you answer honestly. After Cas had almost caught you and your brother-in-law in act and had informed you of the accident, he had disappeared. “He came to the Bunker and told us about your accident but in my panic I didn’t think to ask if he was going to be here. Why?”

“Well, I just thought-” she begins. “-he’s an angel and angels have the ability to heal. He’s healed us somewhat before. Maybe he could lay hands on my son and take this all away.”

Mary’s words resonated inside your head. Why hadn’t you thought of that?! Closing your eyes, you prayed to your feathered friend.

“Cas, I don’t know where you are. I know we kind of just left you there once you told us about the accident but I am begging you, please, come to the hospital and heal them. Please?”

A flutter of wings causes you to open your eyes to see the trench-coated angel standing at the foot of the bed, looking between you, your husband and your mother-in-law.

“Cas!” you exclaim on a breath. “Can you heal him? Use your powers and help him recover?”

The blue-eyed angel looked at you wistfully. “I wish I could Y/N. But my powers are not what they should be. My returned grace has not returned to optimum power. I am unable to heal right now.”

Your whole body deflated hearing his confession. You had hoped that the angel could work his magic and your husband would wake up as good as new. But then you realize, of course life wasn’t going to work out for you that way. You were being punished. God or some other higher power was chastising you, penalizing you for being weak and succumbing to your brother-in-law. You just hoped he, or she, wouldn’t go to drastic measures and kill your husband.

The ECG monitor above the bed starts beeping rapidly before it goes into one monotone long tone and the green lines that were once climbing and falling on the screen are now one single flat line.

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04/27/2021 DAb Transcript

Judges 7:1-8:17, Luke 23:13-43, Psalms 97:1-98:9, Proverbs 14:7-8

Today is the 27th day of April welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I'm Brian it is great to be here with you today a little later than usual. Now for…most everybody's probably not going to notice that this is a little bit late but those of you in the UK for sure will and those of you early risers on the East Coast will. We’re in the 4 o'clock hour this morning and we've been up all night. We’re late a little bit because…well…China went into labor and she's been in labor all the way around the clock and she has successfully delivered a baby girl that is pretty much as all newborns are, perfect. And once we knew for sure she was in labor and was going to give birth at some point in the night then we’ve been waiting to make this announcement. So, China has had her baby daughter, our granddaughter. I don't know the weight yet or the length yet. She was born at 4:14 this morning. And we’re gonna have this news out within the hour, the hour of her birth. So, we’ve been…we’ve been keeping vigil. Jill has been with China the whole way here as has Ben of course. And they have decided to name this little girl Reagan Brave Brown and she is a brave little daughter of the king. She's our little Reagan the Brave and everybody is safe and sound and exhausted and a full of adrenaline and I haven’t even had a cup of coffee yet. I think there’s water boiling in the background here. Just trying to be able to make this announcement. So, I'm sure before the days out we’ll have pictures posted and the details given. But there’s a new daily audio baby and her name is Reagan and she's eating and she’s sleeping, and we haven't even…she hasn’t even been weighed yet, but we didn’t want to wait a whole day to tell everybody. So, this is the good news. All is well, the baby has been born, everyone is safe. And, so, let's…let's now do what we have come here to do and read the Scriptures. And today we read in honor of Reagan the Brave who was born April 27, 2021. Okay. So, yesterday we were introduced to a man named Gideon in the Old Testament in the book of Judges. Gideon becomes one of the judges of Israel and we will continue with his story today. We’re reading from the Good News Translation this week. Judges 7:1 through 8:17.

Commentary:

Okay. So, today in the book of Judges the…the battle for which Gideon was called that was waged today. Although Gideon for his part, he had an army of 32,000 people but ended up confronting the enemy with only 300 people as God whittled down the army so that basically so that Gideon's early on question could be answered. Gideon early on in this story was asking the angel of the Lord, “where is this mighty God that did things that we've heard of from our ancestors, the great things of old?” God was inviting Gideon into one of those stories. And, so, a 300-person army confronted essentially three different armies who had banded together to raid and pillage and destroy. And it's interesting to see Gideon's confidence grow. At first, he’s like, “where is the God that did great things”, right? And then it…it went to, “Oh, the God who did great things is right here in front of me and I have borne witness to this. Am I gonna die?” It went from that to, “if you are truly calling me will you just give me confidence through this sign with dew? Can there be dew on this cloth, but not on the ground?” And then he did it the next day. “Can there be due on the ground but not on this cloth?” After that we don't really see Gideon confused anymore about who he’s following so when this 32,000-person army gets whittled down to 300 Gideon remains confident in the Lord. And let's be honest, 32,000 people, that’s a lot of people. If you’re going confront another army that's a lot of people depending on how many people they've got. But if they have an army that’s like covering the ground like locusts and their camels are as many as the sands on the seashore, that's all a lot of people. So, 300 looks more like a suicide mission than a confrontation with an enemy army. But the Lord had come before them and actually did what He said He was going to do, and the Israelites were set free. We’re not done with Gideon's story. There’s actually a dark chapter in the story to come before us, but it gives us a real sense of the times, times of the judges. So, the tribes of Israel have settled. This is a tribal time. They are tribes of Israel. And as we began the book of Judges, we were told that everyone was doing what they…whatever they thought was right in their own eyes. And we’ll get some glimpses of the different things that that can look like as we continue the journey through the book of Judges.

In the book of Luke today for the third time this year we have encountered the story of Jesus death. This, His trial and execution. And today we read of His crucifixion and that He hung there in agony and…and took more and more verbal abuse, even as He was dying. And in the face of that He displayed forgiveness, which…which really is the centerpiece isn’t it, that God would forgive us and welcome us into his family. And I know, we…we…we celebrated Easter just a few weeks ago. So, this is reasonably fresh in our mind. And we might even think, “yeh. We just made a big to do of that just a couple weeks ago when we were moving through holy week and celebrating Easter. There's just never a wrong time to meditate upon this though, to consider what kind of love we’re talking about because that's the kind of love that can change the world, that's the kind of love that conquers all according to the Scriptures. So, it's important that we give some time today to just meditate upon the sacrifice of Jesus. We will…well…I mean we…we’ve read through that story, that part of the story three times now - Matthew Mark and Luke - and these are the synoptic Gospels. We only have one gospel left after this, the gospel of John. We will only encounter this story one more time during this year. And, so, it's always important to just slow things down and become very grateful for what we have because we have been rescued.

Prayer:

Jesus is impossible to use words whether there roughly hewn or whether there just beautifully ornate words. There are no words that actually can add up to the description of what You've done for us. And, so, it would be maybe easier for us to just stay here in silence just in attitude that is grateful from the bottom of our hearts. And we plan to do today, just spend some time thinking this through and being in a space of gratitude and silence before You, thanking You, thanking You, knowing that our words fall short. And, so, we stand before You silent, not because we can’t find words to say but because this is the most honest thing we can do, present ourselves before You without a bunch of explanation. We are here and we are here because You saved us, and we are grateful, and we are expressing that. And, so, come Holy Spirit into this we pray. In the name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

Announcements:

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What’s going on around here right now is Reagan's birth and we will work to get pictures, all…all of that. We’re like really delirious, kind of right now we’re really focused on what we’re doing and one foot in front of the other. That's kinda how it gets when there's a severe lack of sleep going on but we’ll definitely…we’ll deftly get the word out on social media as soon as…as soon as China says we can. And we’ve had a running…how long…how long will this baby be, what will this baby's birthday be, what will the baby weigh…in our family for a long time…so we don't even know who’s going to win that one. We’ll post that stuff too as soon as we…as soon as we know. But we couldn’t wait any longer, wanted to get the news out and literally you’re hearing this within the hour of her birth. So, thank you for your prayers over everything that goes into bringing a new baby into the world over this little family, over her mommy and her healing, over this little girl who has had to trust and be thrust into a whole new existence that she’s never known before. And she's been experiencing it for less than an hour, so she's safe with her mommy and she knows that, and she knows the voice of her father. And this is a good place to start. So, thank you for your prayers.

That's it for today. I’m Brian I love you and I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer and Praise:

Hi this is Jackie from Oregon I called to pray for Honeybee from Louisiana who's had twenty eye surgeries. I feel in my spirit the need to pray for you. Just talking on this podcast, I know God has a way of healing. I know it's come to a place where that's your only option and I really pray very hard for you in the name of Jesus that this eye be completely healed and restored. I know Jesus can do it. I know it's up to him. And I pray for that to happen. Thank you.

Hey, this call is for honeybee from Louisiana. Your call played today Thursday April 22nd and right away you caught my attention honeybee because my name is Melissa and that means honeybee. And, so, I have another friend who is also named Melissa and we call each other honeybee. So, right away you had my attention. But just listening to your request for your eyes for your site for the multiple surgeries you've endured and just the difficult spot you're at, I just want you to know that I…I’m praying for you now and I will continue to pray for you as the Holy Spirit brings you to my mind. And I'm just praying for God to do a miracle. I just kept thinking of the story of Jesus healing the blind men, how He just did it in different ways. You know, all the stories of the blind men healed in the Bible, they’re done differently. And He heals differently but He does heal. He's got the power to do that. And while you're waiting for that healing, I'm just praying for the peace of the Holy Spirit to surround you and encourage you. Be encouraged and blessed my sister, my fellow honeybee.

Hello Daily Audio Bible family this is Tony the truck driver. I haven't called in in probably two or three years, but I still listen every day and support in partnership with the DAB. And today I just called with a heavy heart. One of my fellow truck drivers at my job was tragically killed today. Just pumping fuel in his truck, a guy came and just shot him for no reason and then took his own life. His name was Raymond Ramirez. He’s from Allentown PA. He leaves behind a wife and three young children. So, I’ve just been in prayer for him and his family…for his family all day. Everybody at the job has a heavy heart. So, I’m just asking you family to pray for his family. Just pray for the peace that Christ can give him…give his family Lord and that they would…He would just be with him, be with their family in this time, that they would have the peace that surpasses all understanding our Lord and saver can give. Thank you, family. Love you. Still listening. I'm definitely gonna try to call more often. Blind Tony I heard you one day still talk…shouting out me and my son AJ. He's doing great. He's actually gonna be 20 in a week or so. So, thank you for all you guys prayers. I'll be talking to you. God bless.

Hi, Olivia this is Dawn Rising in Michigan. I'm so glad you're in our community now and I just wanted to pray for you in your situation. I know it can be very confusing when you love somebody. You wanted to hear from people. So, I took that as an open invitation to give my opinion. I too was in an unequally yoked relationship for three years and I loved the person, but God gave me the foresight to be able to think of ahead of my current situation and how I wanted to raise my children and it didn't match up with the person that I was with. So, you know, if you want to look forward into your life and see how your life goals and how God's will for you could be obtained with the current person. So, just take a look at that and if, you know, and look into his heart and if there's room for change, but don't yoke yourself to somebody, you know, that will not want to change because it will be forever an uphill battle. And, you know, it'll be like the idols in…with the Canaanites. You'll be tempted to sway his way unfortunately. So, anyway, praying for you my friend and it's…it's not easy and I…I don't envy your situation because I've been in it. Anyway, we love you. We’ll pray for you.

Hi guys my name is Kimmy I'm calling in because Olivia from New Mexico, I'm sorry if I did not pronounce that right, your ask for prayer really, really spoke to me as my best friend of two…just broke up with her boyfriend of two years because they were unequally yoked. And, so, your stories were similar, and I just wanted to encourage you to continue to pursue the Lord and just pray, be in constant prayer to know what to do. But I wanted to encourage you with the words that my best friend had spoken to me was that she broke up with her boyfriend not out of a lack of love for him but out of a greater love for the Lord. And, so, whatever the will of the Lord is, I think being open and willing to hear it and to obey it is really important and I'll be praying for you no matter what the Lord…no matter what you decide to do. But I wanted to read to you Philippians 3 versus 7 through 11 which says, “but whatever gain I had I counted as loss for the sake of Christ. Indeed, I count everything as lost because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For His sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish in order that I may gain Christ and be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law but that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God that depends on faith, that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection and may share His sufferings becoming like Him __ that by any means possible I may obtain the resurrection from the dead. I hope this has been an encouragement. And yeah, just keep pursuing the Lord. Be in constant prayer to know what to do because He's right there with you and He holds your heart in His hands and I’m praying for you.

Hi, I'm Ethan from Indiana and I just wanted to say thank you guys for doing this. And it really helps me because I can listen to the Bible while I'm in the shower or something like that and I can listen to the word of God. Thank you for everything. And I just pray that you guys are…have a blessed life and I pray that you guys have great days while you guys are in...

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Gratitude is not an exclusive emotion. You can practice gratitude while experiencing a whole range of other thoughts and feelings, too. Being thankful is not the silver bullet to fixing all the other things you're going through. And we are going through some things right now, as a collective, and perhaps you are too individually. No matter how this pandemic has impacted you, I think it's fair to say that it has at least made us all think and evaluate and take stock. I promise you; this is not a series about how you have to suck it up, be grateful, and use this time (self-isolating/quarantine) wisely. There's been plenty of memes and articles and podcasts suggesting that you should spend this season being creative and productive. There's a narrative going around saying that as the world goes to poop, you must rise like an angel, maybe as the scriptures say, like an eagle, and soar above the carnage below. But what if you're stuck in the mess? What if you're tangled in it? What if COVID-19 or whatever it is you're going through - has knocked your legs out from underneath you? What if you simply can't fly? What if you're too tired and too sad and too sore? What if it's too dark and you can't see the way forward? Gratitude is not an exclusive emotion. Practising thankfulness doesn't nullify the hard things. In this space of hardship and uncertainty and pain, you can be grateful and afraid, grateful and sad, grateful and tired. You can be thankful and sleep all day if you like. There's this scared Jewish practice: every morning before anything is done, or any words are said, or sheets and quilts are pushed back, and heads are raised off pillows, our Jewish brothers and sisters say a prayer: "I am thankful before You, living and enduring King, for you have mercifully restored my soul within me. Great is Your faithfulness." Its called the Modeh Ani, and the concept behind is that every night when you fall to sleep, your soul experiences a death of sorts and ascends to heaven to rest in the presence of God. In the morning, your soul is returned to your body when you wake up, the gift of life re-granted and renewed. It's a gratitude practice, pulling you back to this moment, what you have, where you are, and the gift that lies within it all… yep, even in the bad stuff. Gratitude has the power to change our hearts, physiology, and psychology. The physical and spiritual are linked, they share the same world and reality; they flow into each other. It changes things. Actually, it changes you. And you have the power to change things. At times like these, it's easy to get consumed and overwhelmed by all things that are happening all at once. Things like homeschooling, an insane amount of sanitising and hand washing, the flood of media and press conferences, tragic reports and grandstanding Facebook posts; so many opinions and studies and facts and leaders that all say different things; for many of us, our work looks different, our home life has changed, our peace has been compromised. Bring it back to gratitude. Breathe. Dig deep. Find something you can be thankful for. Because things that you can be grateful for? They're like an anchor; they ground you. When things go dark, gratitude lights the way. That's what Paul meant when he wrote to his friends and said: "And in the midst of everything be always giving thanks..."* He wasn't supporting an impossible standard of toxic positivity; he was throwing them a lifeline, teaching them how to cultivate a deep and grounding joy that would bring them back to the present moment and all that there still is despite what had threatened to take them out in fear. This series is about finding that place inside you, perhaps every morning, before you say anything else, or fold back the covers that you keep you warm in bed, where you can say with all sincerity, I am thankful before you, before this life, before this life that is mine. Continued in the series, "How To See In The Dark", this week with a subscription in the App. Now on Android! Tap "Use App" in our FB profile. All the love, Liz 😘 xoxo DOWNLOAD OUR DEVOTIONAL AND WALLPAPER APP → https://ift.tt/2F8LfDE

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𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 : #ANG3L // STATS » aidan park, ( appears to be ) twenty, cis male, he/him, barista at white wings. ATTRIBUTES » endearing, volatile, empathetic, detached. SEEN » quiet wishes pressed to the bark of trees, handwritten notes on napkins stained by coffee, sleeping with the window open. DO NOT MISTAKE FOR » choi san.

hi hi i’m mar ( she / her ) n i’m rly excited to be here !! aidan’s a new muse/revamp that i’m dying to develop and write ! that said pls bear with me if he deviates a lil from this intro as my muses tend to change once i get writing dhgjkg. anyways, u can read more abt aidan & find some connection ideas under the cut !

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TW: death mention

as it says in the dossier, aidan became an angel when his soul was forgotten about in the human world. obv, he doesn’t rmbr/know anything abt that life and jst came to be an angel with the sole purpose of protecting humans

so aidan takes his duty as an angel seriously n does what he can to protect and better the lives of humans. ofc this becomes increasingly difficult as time goes on as he watches humans pass away while he remains. and it breaks his heart that he can do nothing abt the inevitable

seeing generations come and go, he understands the existential despair humans endure -- each generation with their own struggles but ultimately the same questions go unanswered “why am i here? what is my purpose?”. it’s not something he can answer for them bt he empathizes and tries to ease their struggle in any way he can

he kind of came to be with the knowledge of how the world works -- how corruption and injustice will always exist in this world and u can imagine the burden he feels when he can’t right every wrong, so he will go out of his way to try and make it softer here for humans

if anything, observing humans and looking after them has made him reflect on his inner self / the duty of angels. though he was created with a purpose (n only that sole purpose) he has learnt to question things more deeply from humans, and question how he can be a better self

he has def struggled with the temptations to abandon his post esp in dark times in the world, bt he continuously pushes himself to serve with good intentions and love. and it’s a promise he intends to keep

aidan’s angel name is raziel which roughly means ‘angel of mysteries’

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so if it wasn’t clear from above aidan loves humans DHSJKD he thinks they’re special creatures n understands that life comes w both struggles n happiness

v good at concealing his feelings, he’d swallow them before admit anything aloud esp negative ones. he’s just generally a v private, emotional person -- that said, he’s v friendly n chatty n it can make you think u know him bt it’s mostly all that he wants you to see like he will go out o his way to make sure u know he’s all good if u ever bring up concern over him fdhjgg

kind of a control freak ? like he gets rly upset when he loses control over a situation or things don’t go as planned and tends to take on the blame for things which is not . a healthy coping mechanism sgfdg. bears deep feelings of guilt for things he cannot change

quite sensitive n that’s both a flaw and a virtue. has the brightest smile bt quite sad eyes

when he experiences love he lets it consume him,, like he will be in love with u forever

LOVES art in all forms, mostly occupies himself with drawing or painting. wants to learn piano as well. thinks art is a form of healing and rly admires humans for their art

on other supernaturals: he doesn’t rly love or hate them, as long as they aren’t hurting humans... ur in his good books ! DHSJKD

working at the cafe white wings bc he enjoys that atmosphere n he gets to kind of blend in with humans while he observes (n draws !) them

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prefers warm days with cool breezes. likes to take naps n ends up falling asleep in obscure places rather than have like an actual sleeping schedule. is fluent in multiple languages. can be rly affectionate or closed off one minute to the next.

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i have a pinterest board for him HERE which kind of has more details abt him & also some inspo for dynamics !!

i’m gonna be working on a more cohesive list of connection ideas which u can find on his blog under /wp. bt here are some ideas off the top of my head: old friend, co-workers, platonic soulmates, annoyances, muse, ex lover, confidants, bad/good influences, almost lovers, unlikely friends, love/hate, we can brainstorm,,,, the world is our oyster ! dm me or like this and i’ll come to u alright that’s it for now kith kith !

#luneintro #i tried to type as fast as i can FHDJKF if there are any mistakes... pls Look Away #also: i feel like his pinterest board kinda gets him across better than i did in here so pls check that out hdjkgf

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 years

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Any new “Doctor John” type stories, O Great One?

Hi Nonny!

I certainly do! :D Here you are!

DOCTOR / CARETAKER JOHN Pt. 3

See Also:

Doctor / Caretaker John

Doctor / Caretaker John Pt. 2

New World, Old Words by thedeafwriter (G, 641 w., 1 Ch. || Deaf Sherlock, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Marriage Proposal, Fluff, Always John) – It was disconcerting to experience. One second, he was laying on the table, breathing in the gas that would make him sleep, the next, he was dragging his eyes open to look around the bright room, trying to wake up.

Promise of Sussex by LittleLongHairedOutlaw (T, 705 w., 1 Ch. || First Person POV Sherlock, Sherlock Whump, Angst, Pining, Ambiguous Ending) – John tries to keep Sherlock conscious after he’s been shot on a case.

Idiot by Anesthesiologist (T, 1,229 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Alternate TGG / Explosion, BAMF John, Sherlock Whump, Inner Monologue, John Saves Sherlock, POV Sherlock) – What the heck happened? He remembered the pool and Moriarty, but then what? Had he been dying?

Angel by MrsNoggin (T, 1,513 w., 1 Ch. || Winglock, Friendship, Chromoesthesia, Drugging) – John is an angel. That can be the only explanation. A response to the challenging request for a realistic wingfic one-shot.

They’re Taking My Wisdom by whitchry9 (K+, 1,939 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Drugging, Dentists, Friendship, Anxious Sherlock, Humour) – Sherlock goes to the dentist. Of course, being Sherlock, things have to be complicated. Oh and drugs. They’re always fun.

Stay by sussexbound (M, 2,067 w., 1 Ch. || Post TAB, Suicidal Ideation Mention, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Kissing, Love Confessions, Frottage, Coming in Pants) – “Why? Why did you do it? Hmm…?” He takes a deep breath, waits, lets it out again. “Look at me.” There’s no denying him when he takes this tone. “Why did you kill him? Hmm…? For her? After…” A muscle twitches in the corner of John’s eye, and he clamps his jaw down tightly, swallows and sniffs a little before continuing. “For her? After everything she’s done?” “For you.” Before he can even stop himself. Just like that.

The Rational Machine by Solstice Zero (K, 2,924 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt / Comfort, Malnourishment / Fainting, Doctor / Minder John) – Sherlock passes out. John muses on the reasons why. Containing an absorbing case, two bags of shopping, and a few apples.

Better Late Than Never by sussexbound (NR (T), 3,021 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4 / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Sherlock POV, Love Confessions, Drunk Sherlock / Sober John, John Takes Care of Sherlock, First Kiss, Jealous Sherlock, Emotional Turmoil) – He suddenly wants John Watson out of his bedroom, out of his flat, out of his life, because he has been lying to himself these last few months, he realises. He doesn’t want John here, not with the way things are. He doesn’t want 221b Baker Street to be nothing more than rest stop John returns to on his journeys between women. He doesn’t want to play co-parent if Rosie is going to be snatched away from him and placed in the arms of whatever nameless woman du jour John lands on next. He doesn’t want to keep being so careful, so generous, so, so…

The Oolong Disaster by unicornpoe (T, 4,151 w., 1 Ch. || John’s Beard, Fluff, Humour, Frustrated Sherlock, John Takes Care of Sherlock, Case Fic-ish, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Possessive Sherlock) – John has a beard. Sherlock has a panic attack.

Experiment by Gwen’s Blue Box (K+, 4,222 w., 3 Ch. || Non-Con Drugging, Hurt Comfort, Friendship) – Of course John has always known about his flatmate’s irregular sleeping habits, especially when they’re on a case. This time, however, the case is taking longer and longer, and soon John starts to worry. But there’s not much he can do, is there? Because drugging Sherlock isn’t an option. Not yet, maybe, but will it be soon? {{CW: John drugs Sherlock without his consent}}

Welcome Home, John by slashscribe (G, 5,504 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Awkwardness, Stabbed Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Panic Attack (Sherlock), Self Esteem Issues, Love Confessions, First Kiss) – When John moves back to 221B, he thinks he’s the broken one, but after a while, it becomes clear that he might not be correct.

He’s Not Paid Enough to Deal with This Shit by janonny (T, 9,828 w., 1 Ch. || Personal Assistant AU || Humour, First Meetings, Snarky John) – One of the first things John did was to write up step-by-step instructions on how to conduct a proper job interview before handing it over to Mycroft for his perusal. There were no kidnapping, deserted car parks or stolen therapy notes anywhere on that list. (Or the one where John returned from the war and ended up working for Mycroft as his personal assistant slash doctor on retainer. Everything was fine, until he was sent to post bail for one Sherlock Holmes.)

And Here We Are by J_Baillier (T, 12,416 w., 2 Ch. || ASiP Fic, Alternating First Person POV, Drama, Friendship, Mild Case Fic, Autism Spectrum Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Protective John, Pining, Homophobia, Loneliness, Angst, Humour, Domestics, Morbid Fluff, Kidnapping) – All the little things we never got to see when an army doctor and a consulting detective were adjusting to sharing a flat. And a life.

Shuteye Shenanigans by Ayakae (K+, 13,263 w., 8 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship / Epic Bromance, John’s Nightmares, Angsty Fluff, Bed Sharing, Humour, Cuddles, Taking Care of Each Other, Domestics) – John Watson has never slept with Sherlock Holmes. Never ever ever. And never will, thank you very much. Well, there was that one time, but John didn’t count that. It was completely different, just like the second time it happened. And the third. And the fourth. Epic bromance, but it can be read as pre-slash if you wish.

First Response by Arwen Jade Kenobi (T, 13,516 w., 8 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Five and Ones, Whump / Injury) – Five times John had to perform first aid on Sherlock and one time Sherlock had to perform it on John.

Pattern Behaviour by SilentAuror (E, 14,835 w., 1 Ch. || POV First Person Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Stroppy Sherlock, Light Humour, Friendship, John Takes Care of Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Wall Kisses, Fluffy Angst, Happy Ending) – Sherlock doesn’t even know why he resents John’s dates so much. Until the day he does know. Slight angst, unrequited feelings (but don’t let that scare you off!)

Software Malfunction by tiger_in_the_flightdeck (E, 16,679 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Android Sherlock, Love Story, Unhappy Ending, Angst, Suicide, Jealousy) – “You think I can’t love you? Just because you’re made with metal, and detailed programming?” The doctor propped himself on his elbow, and looked down at it. “I am nothing but blood and bone, and tissue. Things just managed get mashed together in a manner that made me like this. Just like you were put together to make you how you are. When I kiss you-” he did so, briefly, to prove his point. Then more deeply, and lingering, because he could. “When I touch you, or smile at you, does it make you feel different from when others have done it in the past?”

Turn Left at the Park by Glenmore (NR (E), 37,409 w., 28 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting / ASiP Divergence, Case Fic, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Loneliness, No Mary, Possessive Sherlock, Fluff & Angst, Nightmares/PTSD, Sherlock Saves John, Sherlock Whump-ish, Doctor John) – So what would have happened if John hadn’t walked through the park and met Stamford?What if, instead, he walked around the park and just went home?

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because…new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride… prepare for blast off. Part 1 of the SpaceBois go to Space series

The Vapor Variant by 88thParallel (CanadaHolm) (M, 72,684 w., 18 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-THoB, John Whump, Protective Sherlock, Guilty Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD John, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Suspense, Virus, Sickfic, Big Brother Mycroft) – They stood face to face in the middle of a clearing. The dim light of the moon barely allowed Sherlock to see the glassy terror in John’s eyes and the sweat that glistened off his forehead. His nose was bleeding again, blood dripping in a slow stream from his right nostril. They were both gasping for air, John’s eyes locked on Sherlock’s. There was no recognition there, just wild animal fear. Time stood still for an eternal few seconds, and Sherlock took a shaky breath. “John—”Spell broken, John spun and bolted back into the woods. Still heaving for air, Sherlock took off after him.

Summit Fever by J_Baillier (M, 78,802 w., 18 Ch. || Mountain Climber AU || POV John, Angst, Tragedy, Suicidal Ideation, The Himalayas, Mountain Guide / Doctor John, Mount Climber Sherlock, Loneliness, Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Injured Sherlock / Sherlock Whump, Pining John) – After graduating from medical school, John Watson followed his heart to the Himalayas. Ten years later, he’s a haunted cynic working for his ex-lover’s trekking and mountaineering company. Will leading an expedition to Annapurna I—the most lethal of all the world’s highest mountains—shake John out of his reverie, and who is the mystery client added to the group at the last minute?

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w., 36 Ch. || Alternate Future AU || Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex, Case Fic, Emotional Love Making, Bath Time Fun) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It’s 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn’t need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #doctor john #caretaker john #Anonymous #fic rec sunday

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tfrohock · 4 years

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Cover art for A SONG WITH TEETH

I’m excited to show you the new cover art for the next Los Nefilim novel, A Song with Teeth (coming February 2021), which continues the adventures of Diago and the whole gang. Rafael and Ysabel are teenagers in 1944, and we get to see them take on major roles in this novel. While the adventure is a complete story in itself, it does round up all the threads from the Los Nefilim novellas through the novels.

Diago’s traitorous acts from his firstborn life, hinted at in the earlier books, are finally revealed. While the story is still predominately about him and brings a conclusion to his relationship with his daimonic kin—including his father Alvaro’s nefarious plans for Rafael—it is Ysabel who has a major role in A Song with Teeth.

She goes up against her uncle Jordi with surprising results. I won’t give you spoilers, but I will give you the blurb and a sneak preview of Ysabel all grown up.

For those following the stories from Where Oblivion Lives, you’ll remember the first time you saw Ysabel, she was barely eight years old and demanding her father teach her to be a spy. During their adventures in Carved from Stone and Dream, we saw her take command of Los Nefilim in Guillermo’s absence. And in A Song with Teeth, she has grown to become a dangerous young woman, intent on carrying on the family business …

As the Allied forces battle to defeat the Nazis, a shadow war rages between angels and daimons fighting for the soul of humanity in this thrilling conclusion to the critically acclaimed Los Nefilim historical fantasy series.

The year is 1944, and the daimons are rising.

With the Inner Guard thrown into disarray by the German blitzkrieg, the daimon-born nefilim of the Scorpion Court gather in Paris, scheming to restore their rule over the mortal realm. Working as a double-agent, Diago Alvarez infiltrates his family’s daimonic court, but soon finds himself overwhelmed by his kin’s multiple deceits.

Meanwhile, Ysabel Ramírez hunts a psalm that will assist Operation Overlord, the Allies’ invasion of Normandy. Her objective takes her to Paris—into the heart of territories controlled by Die Nephilim and her power-hungry uncle, Jordi Abelló, who seeks the same psalm in his quest to wrest control of Los Nefilim from her father. When their paths cross, he abducts her and leaves her to the mercy of his Nazi followers.

But Ysabel is as cunning and bold as Jordi. She knows only one of them can survive to one day rule Los Nefilim, and she’s determined to be the one to succeed her father as queen.

Trapped in her uncle’s château hidden deep within the Fontainebleau forest, Ysabel discovers the truth behind Jordi’s lust for dominance: those that wear the signet of the Thrones are not blessed . . . they are cursed. And it may take a miracle to end this war once and for all.

EXCERPT Chapter 3 10 january 1944

Ysabel perched on the edge of her chair and watched Guillermo move the oil lamp closer to the parchment. He bent his head and squinted at the grimoire’s page.

It was all she could do not to point out the beginning of the glyph to her father. “Do you need a magnifying glass?”

Guillermo’s gaze snapped up. “There is nothing wrong with my eyes.”

Except they are bloodshot from so much reading in the dark. She kept the thought to herself. The farmhouse had a generator, but they used it only in emergencies. Stealth was their objective in the so-called Free Zone.

She forced what she hoped was an innocent expression to her face. “I didn’t say you needed glasses.”

“Good. Because I don’t.”

“It’s a tiny mark, and I had difficulty finding it.”

He gave a low murmur that was more like a growl. “Yes, but I put it there, so I know exactly what I’m looking for.”

She leaned back and snapped, “Fine.”

The retort won her a concerned look from her father, and she immediately regretted her tone. It wasn’t his fault her patience was short this evening.

The trip home from Toulouse had been long and exhausting. She’d endured delay after delay only to find herself sharing the bench on the last train home with a member of the Milice. The policeman’s hands kept creeping to her thigh, his wedding ring glinting on his finger, as he tried to engage her in conversation. She’d finally popped him with a hard sigil so he’d sleep. She hoped he missed his stop.

Guillermo’s fingernail traced the faint curl of ink that indicated the first loop of the ward. “I found it. See? I’m not going blind.”

“Stop teasing. I’m worried about you.” And that was no lie. Losing Spain to his brother’s Nationalists had been a hard blow to her father’s pride. And to mine. “You need to rest.”

“I’ll rest when the war is over.”

“Any news regarding when the Allies will attempt their crossing?”

“Spring at the soonest, summer at the latest,” he mumbled as he followed the twist of ink across the parchment.

In order to reinforce the Atlantic Wall, Die Nephilim had placed deadly sigils along the French coast to repel an invasion. Los Nefilim’s job was to find a way to get the Allied forces past those wards without alerting Die Nephilim.

And the maritime song hidden beneath the grimoire’s sigils would do the trick. It was a complex arrangement designed to manufacture a supernatural weather system that worked on two levels.

The first series of glyphs would interfere with the vibrations of protective wards, such as the ones used by Die Nephilim. The second wave of sigils created a veil of mist, which enabled the attackers to see clearly, while keeping the approaching fleet hidden from the enemy’s view.

Like the mortal governments, the various divisions of the Inner Guard jealously secured their secrets. The glyphs and chords of Los Nefilim’s maritime song were so guarded, Guillermo had hidden the pages of the composition in five separate grimoires. To further confound discovery, he placed each of the grimoires in a different library—first in Spain, and when Spain fell to Jordi’s Nationalists, within French universities.

As a final deterrent, each of the five pages was guarded by violent sigils. Only Guillermo or Ysabel possessed the tonal range that would unlock those glyphs to reveal the composition hidden beneath the text.

Culling the pages from the grimoires while navigating the Nazis’ and Milice’s tortuous obstacles had been daunting enough. Dodging both daimon- and angel-born nefilim, who were also interested in acquiring the song had turned the assignment into a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse.

But we’re almost done. Leaning forward again, Ysa watched her father hum a low note.

Flashes of light sparkled across the gold lettering. The wards protecting the page fell away. Musical chords emerged across the parchment—the sound of a fog that moved like a veil.

The tension left her shoulders. “Four down. One to go.”

Guillermo lit a cigar and peered at the page through the smoke. “The last page is the most difficult.”

They’d agreed he would tell her where each one was hidden as she brought them in. That way if she was captured, she couldn’t reveal the whereabouts of the other pages.

She leaned forward expectantly. “What am I looking for next?”

He watched her carefully. “We need Le Livre d’Or.”

“The Book of Gold.”

“Tear out Psalm 60.”

She didn’t write down the information. She would remember. “And where is it?”

“Bibliothèque Sainte-Geneviève.”

Paris. “Why there?”

“Rousseau advised me it would be safe from the daimon-born.”

She thought about the location, and it made sense. The library had been designed with exposed iron arches. Over the years, members of Les Néphilim had reinforced the lacy patterns with subtle glyphs that magnified the effect of iron on the daimon-born nefilim. Even Rafael walked blocks out of his way to avoid the library.

One thing troubled her, though. “Saint-Geneviève might deter the daimon-born, but what about the angel-born?”

The lamp’s glow set Guillermo’s irises alight with sparks of supernatural fire. “They’ll see the warning wards.”

“You’ve cursed it?”

“They’ll lose a finger if they’re lucky, their hand if they’re not. My curse will follow them into their next incarnation. They will not know a day’s peace.” He flicked the ashes of his cigar into the ashtray and the firelight sent orange and read streaks through the Throne’s tear in his signet.

As a king of the Inner Guard, her father’s song carried the authority of the Thrones themselves. Ysabel didn’t pity the nefil that crossed him. They’ll get what they earn.

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And so won’t they all.

If you’ve been following the story, or if you’re looking for a binge-worthy series to read from beginning to end, you can find all the links to all the Los Nefilim books at Harper Voyager or right here on the website.

Now that I’ve turned the last book in, I’ll have some time to write more blog posts, and maybe even record a video of me reading from some of the books. So watch for me …

#Los Nefilim #A Song with Teeth #fantasy #historical fantasy #dark fantasy

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antique-darling · 4 years

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12 steps backwards

Hi, I’m Carys and I’m an alcoholic.

It started the same way as practically everyone else; understanding the intoxicating beauty of alcohol, a true social lubricant - and a firm willing suspension of disbelief that it’ll ever happen to you.

The whole sordid affair began around Christmastime 2006. I was extremely young and very beautiful, and dressed the part of a perfect outcast with my various studs and spikes, my facial piercings mostly resembling that of one who has headbutted a box of map pins. But I was horrifically shy, the shackles of post-puberty still lingering.

We’re in the UK, so I was handed a bottle of Smirnoff Ice at a house party. The more I drank, the more confident I became. I felt vibrant and stunning, although I was most likely being annoying. Even caught myself my first boyfriend that night, something which I’d never successfully been able to do. I managed to forget the two-day hangover which ensued.

Thus began a bitter relationship with alcohol, my best friend of over a decade who betrayed me, in the end.

I lived a 3-minute walk away from my high school, so I would frequently nip home at lunch to swindle some booze my mum had unsuccessfully ‘hidden’ away. She worked every weekday, and my parents had just separated at this point, which definitely made the whole debacle easier. In retrospect, the separation and eventual divorce probably affected me more than I realised.

A string of failed relationships, including an engagement, before I’d even turned 18 shaped me more into this polyp of self-loathing, and a glass of wine would ease the hatred a little more, or I’d down a bottle of something stronger.

By the time I’d reached 16, I decided that I was an adult, and panicked because I wasn’t getting pregnant. Somehow, in my mind, I neglected to recall that stress and abusing alcohol is the opposite of a good environment for a foetus. Over the past decade, I’ve lost count of the number of dead babies to drop out of me.

I’m fairly certain I fell in love with the devil when I was 17. He was strong and handsome, and an alcoholic himself. Although at this time, my true alcoholism had not yet fully manifested. This man made it a reality.

He told me to stop taking my pill because it was making me “moody”. I acquiesced, assuming I was barren anyway. Discovering I was around 6 weeks pregnant was a shock, to say the least.

I was still in school and he was jobless due to a health condition I like to call chronic laziness and taking all of my money to supplement his drug and alcohol habits. I’d been in abusive relationships before him, and they’re honestly what I probably deserve. I’m constantly drawn to the same sorts of people, despite my better judgment. The problem, therein, lies in me.

But this man was king. I have endured nothing like the hell he dragged me through since.

So, the option he gave me was crystal clear; “it’s not very nice being a single mum”. I had just turned 18, and I was so very vulnerable. I had already been corrupted by the 4 men who had came before him, so my self-worth was absolutely nothing. Again, I acquiesced to his demands.

If I knew all those years ago what I know now, I would have left him and had my child. But he took my choice away from me, he forced a child into me and forced it back out again. He caused me to betray every part of my moral integrity, every single belief that I held dear. And it still feels, to this very day, as painful as it did in 2012. I wish I’d killed myself instead of my baby. I haven’t spoken to this man in many years, but he haunts me daily. The saddest truth is that I’m sure he doesn’t even remember I exist. I know he never loved me, but I loved him with a ferocity which I’ve not felt since.

And I so desperately wanted a child. I still do. It still won’t happen - I’ve cursed myself and I am dealing with the wrath of eternity. Hell is on earth and I have created it.

So, to absolutely no surprise to anyone, I hit the bottle hard after that. I had to take a week off after the abortion due to antibiotics and opioid painkillers, but the minute I could, I drowned.

After all, I was 18. I had a drinking permit.

I spent my entire university career after that point getting blind drunk daily. At my peak, I’d drink cheap bottled cider (but not Frosty Jack’s or White Lightning - I had some class) as if it was cola or something. I’d have wine on a Friday and Saturday night, typically two bottles, and a bottle of vodka every day. This went on for 5 years.

During this time I was engaged again, to someone I’d met at university. We were together for 4 years, living together, and I remember virtually nothing of the relationship. It was the longest relationship I had ever been in, and sometimes I forget his name. I certainly don’t remember what he looked like.

Naturally, that relationship broke down when, on the 11th of September 2018, I surrendered. My 12-year relationship with alcohol was over.

I would wake up next to my partner every day, and the more time I spent not drinking, the more I realised he was a total stranger in my bed. After a month of sobriety, I awoke to the fact I had absolutely no recollection of this person at all, apart from the two times we traveled to Belfast to see his family and friends. Even then, I only remember the actual traveling part.

We had to live together a month after we had separated, during which time he constantly demanded to know why I’d left him. Simply, “I sobered up”. He had been the most violent, piggish creature of all the men I had ever been with, memories which have only been returning to me in the past year. Sometimes I think, he wasn’t looking for a partner, he was looking for a sex slave. And he still wasn’t as bad as the devil of my younger years.

Probably ‘coz I was really drunk the whole time.

So I’m 16 months sober, as of Saturday of this month. I still can’t sleep, I still have headaches and I’ve put on so much weight I can barely recognise myself. It’s bittersweet. I have achieved great things in my life, but I feel like a stranger looking in. I feel like a confused 12-year-old, shy with no confidence and no place in the world. Like the degrees I have are someone else’s, and sure I have my graduation pictures but that’s a different me. That’s not me, surely. My day job is, ironically, bartending. I know I’m fantastic at my persona, but the customers see through the cracks. They’ll ask me “What’s the nicest x? What mixer goes with y?”, and I can never just say “oh, it’s z”, I always have to say “other people usually have this with z”.

I don’t keep my alcoholism a secret, and most of my regular customers know. And I’ll get the typical diatribe of “oh aren’t you strong and brave, working here and struggling with your recovery??”. I know they mean well, and it’s a lovely compliment to pay. But I don’t feel strong, although it is cathartic when I get to pour drinks away. I feel like a failure.

I am a fully qualified English teacher in the process of doing my Master’s degree. Staying up til 3am cleaning, after spending 6 hours serving poison to toxic people (although a lot of my regular customers are genuine angels), makes me believe that, despite my achievements on paper, that that is all I’m worth.

I want to end this monologue on a positive note. In over a year of sobriety, I have learned to go out with my friends, or hang out after work, and not feel so left out. Coffee is now a luxury, opposed to a brown liquid to fix my constant hangover. I even know when coffee tastes burnt now, which is something my former self would never have even considered. I’m eternally grateful for my family of Alcoholics Anonymous. I haven’t been to a meeting in months due to work and uni, but every time I manage to go, it’s as if I’d not missed a single one.

My family have been nothing but supportive, although my dad still doesn’t really understand it (we were great drinking buddies for a while). My friends are mainly my colleagues at work, and without their support I wouldn’t be alive, most likely. Also they will refuse to serve me alcohol - not that I’ve tried, but I’ve been told so, in order to continue supporting my recovery.

Since being sober, I’ve surrounded myself with good people. The bad things don’t seem so bad, and every day I’m working on hating myself less.

Alcohol and/or substance abuse feels like something that won’t happen to you. Unfortunately, it can happen to all of us, and so very quickly. Or, so slowly that you didn’t even register it until you’re sleeping on a bench in the middle of February.

There is help, free help, and there are probably millions of people suffering too. If you’re suffering, you’re not alone. You never have to be alone.

https://www.alcoholics-anonymous.org.uk/

https://www.samaritans.org/

#abuse #alcohlism #addicition #recovery

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youngwingskz · 5 years

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young wings; stray kids

◐ genre : angels au, fantasy, romance

◐ pairings : yang jeongin x reader

◐ general summary : they were angels. guardian angels. all nine of them. their sole purpose to protect one individual down on earth. they wandered around in white all day, serving mortal souls as their own. they guided you by observing through clouds but sometimes that isn’t enough. sometimes an angel has to fall before they can fly.

◐ chapter summary : the youngest of angels was already incredibly infatuated with your entire being. he had his heart set on you. nobody was going to tell him different. but there were rules when it came to being a protector. rules that mean’t he couldn’t have you.

◐ author’s note :

hello lovelies! I hope yall enjoy this. I’ve been wanting to post this for a while now so here goes :)) I am in the process of writing further chapters, your feedback is more than welcome so please feel free to message me and comment Lᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ - admin bliss ✨

Chapter I.

His universe started and ended with you. You were this boy’s everything. He was already incredibly infatuated with your entire being. How couldn’t he be?

When you were beautiful.

In every which way. You were kind, thoughtful, considerate and selfless. So incredibly selfless. Jeongin had wondered if it were possible a mere mortal had the soul of an angel. You had the soul of angel. His theory was that you were just like him only you were trapped in a seventeen year old girl’s body.

He loved you. Loving you was his choice. He didn’t have to, most angels did love who they guided. But Jeongin was in love with you. In the most unconventional way for him because he couldn’t have you. At least not this way. He figured he’d fall to earth. He’d fall for you. “Hyung, if you could just hear me out-” the maknae pleaded with the lead Angel.

“Jeongin,” Chan says firmly. “You know the rules.”

Of course, he knew the rules. He had just hoped maybe they could be bent. Just this once. Jeongin had brought this up with Chan hundreds of times, begging him to send him to you. Jeongin knew it was possible. He had seen it. Angels could fall to earth.

“I know, but-”

“Do you want to keep your halo?” Chan asks the youngest angel.

“Nae.” Jeongin sighs. Of course he wanted to keep his halo. He had just been granted it along with his wings. Rite of passage for angels. All of his hyungs had them and now he did. Losing them now would just be shameful.

“Buddy, I know it’s hard. I understand, I’ve been in this position of wanting to descend down to earth, to fight off all their hardships myself but that’s not how it works.” Chan empathises with the younger. He knew what this felt like. He had fallen for who he protected too.

“Hyung, look at her.” There was adoration laced in the maknae’s voice.

Chan obeyed. He watched you.

Currently, you were sat on the steps of your family home in New York, contemplating everything, trying to figure things out. You did this often. You’d sit and think and every single time, without fail, Jeongin would watch you.

“She’s beautiful.” Jeongin says just above a whisper.

“I know.”

“And she’s so good, so kind, she has the heart and soul of an angel. She’s bound to be one of us.”

“But she isn’t.” Chan hated having to break the maknae’s heart, but he had to. “She’s mortal. And that’s only what’s going to make this worse - you’ll only end up hurt.”

Jeongin was already hurt.

Watching you wipe your own tears away was a pain no angel should endure. He felt helpless. He wasn’t doing his job right if you weren’t happy. Jeongin loathed that you were an expert at masking your feelings, you were hurting but you disguised it in false smiles at pep rallies and laughter at jokes you didn’t even find amusing.

“She’s going through such a rough time, she doesn’t deserve this. She does so much for people but she still feels so alone.”

“Yeah! And that’s where you come in, you have to reassure her, remind her that she will be okay, that this time will pass.”

“I have,” Jeongin promises. “I tell her everyday, hyung, sometimes I feel like she can hear me other times I’m not so sure. But that’s nothing compared to physically being there for her, actually getting to talk to her face to face and all.”

“I know.” Chan empathises. “If I could I’d send you down there right now, but I can’t. Rules are rules. I didn’t make them but it’s my duty to enforce them, to protect you.”

“And it’s my duty to protect her.” Jeongin says.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll grant you one sighting.” Chan bargains in hopes of lifting Jeongin’s spirits.

Angel sightings were rare. They were special because they had to be granted. A sighting was when an angel was allowed to appear in their chosen’s dream. It was brief but the chosen would be able to have it linger in their memory. It would be faint but he would be able to see you.

Even if it was just a dream.

And for Jeongin that was enough. For now. It was better than nothing.

So that night you dreamt of clouds and clear skies. The sky was a blissful blue and an occasional cloud would bounce across the heavens like dancing sheep. With a giggle, you wistfully stared upwards as the sun basked your face in its yellow rays of glory, pointing at the white fluff to your companion.

A boy. A beautiful boy. One you couldn’t put a name to. But that didn’t matter. Your dream whispered to you that the two of you were close. Inseparable.

All of a sudden, you rose from being sprawled across the grassy, flower painted meadow. Your white dress flowing in the soft breeze behind you as you urged the boy to chase after you. He did. Eventually, he got a grip on you, spinning you into his embrace.

Up close, you noticed just how angelic he was. He couldn’t have been real. Clad in white and ethereal. The two of you just stood there in awe of each other. How strange it was that you found complete comfort in a face you couldn’t recognise.

His eyes twinkle, taking you in. “Y/N,” he breathes.

“Hmm?” You hum with a smile.

“Your wings already exist,” he says. “All you have to do is fly.”

Then you woke up. Sunshine seeping through your curtains. You smiled. Genuine glee swelled in your heart. It was overwhelming, but it was good. It had been a while since you felt this way, this happy. The sensation just rained over you and you hadn’t the slightest clue why.

It must’ve been the goodnight sleep. You told yourself.

That and the pretty little angel boy pining over you from up above. Jeongin now felt somewhat accomplished. He’d do anything to make you smile. He’d do anything for you.

Chapter 2

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dork-in-a-trenchcoat · 5 years

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((Pulled from a very old relationship prompt because this was fun to do back in the day on Sev’s blog, so might as well do Casip because SOMEONE mentioned yesterday that she had been going back to re-read old Casip and I guess it’s about time to post something new.))

It bounces around a lot in timeline, but eeeehhhhhhh it’s fine. Only like 3 people don’t scroll past the Casip stuff anyway X’DDD There are probably typos.

Attack hugging them

Whether by nature of his patience, or by nature of his significant other’s impatience, Castiel was usually slow moving in comparison to greet his Mate after a long absence. His was the quiet embrace from behind. The hand gently tracing hair back from her face when she slept. Quite the opposite, and quite literally, this evening Flip had gotten the jump on him, leaping against his chest with all the grace of a stampeding linebacker down a staircase.

“If either of us were Human, we would need the emergency room after that.” he grunted, easing an elbow away from his Vessel’s groin.

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Falling asleep on or next to them

"I’m not tired.” Flip had protested.

“You are.” Castiel replied patiently.

They didn’t have many moments together. It seemed always that the Earth was on the brink of destruction, or the slumbering Humans of the world needed tending. Schedules being what they were, spare quality time was precious, though currently Flip was far too exhausted to indulge in it. Defeated, she curled into a ball on his chest, resting under the blanket of his massive (to her at least), warm hand. Castiel typically did not require sleep, but he was content to rest in a meditative state until such time that she would wake.

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Giving them the best back massage they’ve ever had

Though he’d repeatedly insisted that his muscles refreshed themselves constantly through use of his Grace, arguing with the Fairy was often a fruitless endeavor. Her stubbornness was deep and encompassing as the sea. With an overly dramatic eye roll, he finally shed his trenchcoat and jacket to sit backwards in a dining chair. Arms rested on the chair top, chin rested on arms. He could hear a faint jingling as she phased herself up and bespelled her hands for warmth.

Slowly, steady pressure worked its way across his upper back, across his shoulders, and along a tight section of muscles in the base of his wings. Completely involuntary, he groaned into his arms. He’d only ever seen the idea of massages as a means to an end for muscle therapy. They felt like this all along??? Why had it taken him so long to allow one? Her expert fingers worked and kneaded and molded him like warm putty, melting to jelly.

“Enjoying yourself?” Flip inquired rhetorically.

“Very much so~” Cas mumbled in hopes that this feeling could continue for quite a long time.

When she eased a soft vibration spell through her fingers, it was reasonably safe to assume that he was enjoying himself so thoroughly that in that moment she could have talked him into almost anything.

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Holding their hand for the first time

It had only been meant as a signal. Whilst posing as an unassuming pair in a coffee shop, Flip was brightly looking around as Castiel pretended to read a menu. When the necromancer revealed themselves in their habitual caffeine run, Castiel felt Flip’s cool fingers slide over his own under the table, gently squeezing to let him know the target had arrived. At first, he hadn’t recognized it as the signal. They were not yet involved as more than friends at this point, but it was familiar in a way which didn’t make sense, and comforting in a way it should not be.

“Thank you for the assist.” Cas had whispered awkwardly.

“Less bad Dreams triggered by that goon means less work for me, so trust me when I say it’s not a problem.” Flip whispered back.

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Hugging them from behind when they weren’t expecting it

“I didn’t mean it that way.” Cas struggled to explain.

“Then you shouldn’t have said it that way.” Flip quipped, angrily picking up the broken shards from the angelic liquor bottle she’d trod upon and crushed. “If you have to be drunk off your ass to tolerate spending the night, then why the hell are you even here?”

His head spun frantically, both from the alcohol and from panic. He hadn’t expected her to arrive back so soon. Everything was meant to be cleaned up and then he could just remain in a slightly tipsy stupor for a while. The truth was, things with the Winchesters were going haywire. Between tense attitudes with Jack joining the fold, complications with alternate universes, and the uphill struggles with his own depression, he’d only wanted to dull the upsetting thoughts buzzing in his mind so that they could enjoy each other’s company. But he’d worded it so poorly.

“I’m sorry. I was... trying to even out my mood. Everything has been remarkably stressful lately and I didn’t want to take out these frustrations on you. Angelic liquor has a calming effect on me. You’ve seen this. But I took it to excess, and I am sorry.” he unsteadily moved to the door. “I will go. I’m... I will go.”

Flip narrowed her eyes, watching him brace against the wall. It wasn’t particularly safe for him to wander out in that condition, regardless of whether or not she was angry with him. Castiel had the tendency to be thoughtless in the way he expressed himself from time to time, but it was rare that his intention was to be truly mean. If this was his poor attempt to avoid emptying frustrations onto their evening... then his Heart had been in the right place, even if his words had not.

When he felt her arms circle his middle, softly holding him in place, Castiel swallowed heavily and apologized once more.

“Next time we’ll make a drinking game of it, if you need it.” Flip whispered. “I don’t want to see you getting wobbly by yourself again, especially if your mood is south of sunny by this much.”

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Hugging them way too tightly

“Hggn… Flippitn, please…” Cas wheezed. “My ribs are susceptible to breaks now.”

His injuries were minor as compared to many of the other patrons from the city’s commuter bus. The walk from Flip’s hideout to the Gas N Sip where he endured employment as a Human was not far, but the outlet mall he needed to visit was too far to walk to that day. Being that he needed to purchase a set of skid-proof shoes per his employer’s new uniform requirements, there was really no other option. How unfortunate that the bus driver was working his seventh double-shift in a row. The old man had fallen asleep at the wheel, and capsized the bus over the highway median.

Paramedics had swarmed the scene, going through the motions of onsite triage to discern who required the most immediate of attention. Castiel managed to heave several people out of the bus windows down to the people who were waiting on the ground.

By the time his minor head wound was being addressed, a woman with eyes just a little too bright to look natural had been seen pushing her way through the throng of people blocking civilians. He signaled that he would like to allow her near, if only to make sure that she didn’t get into a fight. That woman was now crushing him in a hug, sending a symphony of cracks along his ribs and spine.

“Ma’am, you’ll need to be careful. We think he might have a concussion.” a woman advised.

Flip looked back and waved to someone else. A person with neatly tied dreadlocks as well as the same unnatural eyes, his green rather than blue. Supposedly ‘help’ sent from the emergency room in the next town over. Strangely, each person he checked on seemed completely fine as soon as he touched them, as if by some miracle. Not really so much a miracle as a Healer Sprite. Not that they needed to know that.

“Thanks, Frizz…” Flip whispered. “Cas, you’re still taking off work tomorrow or I will re-concuss you for scaring me.”

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Kissing their forehead or cheek

“You’re not going to get me sick. My immune system is mighty and yours is malnourished Human.” Flip insisted. “And if you don’t let me do it my way, I’m getting a rectal thermometer and you’re gonna have an awkward night.”

Flip was not a Fae of idle threats. As long as Castiel had known the Moon Sprite, she was always prepared to follow through on anything she put to the table. He sighed and dropped his hands.

“Fine.”

He waited as patiently as he could for the tiny woman to flutter up and press her lips to his burning forehead.

“One hundred and three,” she reported. “You HAVE to take a fever reducer because you’re going to risk brain damage if it goes any higher.”

“I don’t care for the taste of it…” he complained.

“Dean was right. You are a baby in a trenchcoat.”

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Kissing their neck

“That is very distracting.” Castiel stated.

To all appearances, he was not at all distracted. He carried on writing down instructions from his online doula class as if his Mate was not tenderly working her mouth over the back of his neck and over the curve of his shoulder.

“I’m trying to determine how much time it takes for contractions to start after the mucus plug falls out. If I don’t scan in my notes before nine, my classmates will shun me in the message board.”

Flip paused in her endeavor to give him a deadpan look.

“You’re a real romantic, ne?” she sighed. “Alright. Do your homework. I’m going to go have a soak.”

“I could join you when I am done…” he called after her. “Perhaps you could pick up your affections then?”

“No, I’m warding the door.” Flip laughed, zooming off.

“Do not ward the door.”

“Nuts to you, I’m warding the doooooooor!”

“Mmph. She’s going to ward the door.” Cas grumbled to himself, rolling his eyes as if complaining to someone else in the room. Perhaps the powers that be.

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Kissing them softly on the lips

“Thank you for the assist.” Castiel acknowledged, tilting the case of German beer in a gesture of gratitude.

As he could no longer fly, having his Mate pop overseas via Portal to retrieve a particular brand of beverage was certainly a boon. It would go over well with the Winchesters to bring something that wasn’t off brand from a gas station. Or so he’d assumed.

“Calling in Fairy favors for booze?” Dean asked dubiously. “What’d you trade for that, Cas, a kindergartener?”

“I did not trade a kindergartener for beer, Dean.” Castiel replied with a huff. “I asked that she pick this up for us after work because she was going to be in Germany anyway. Strangely, if you ask people nicely, they will sometimes comply with your requests.”

“How do you know where she’s working on a given night?” Sam puzzled. “You keep in touch that much? Thought you two were like… frienemies. No offense.”

“I have contacts outside of the two of you.” the Angel grumped. “Some of them are still alive. Some of them don’t hate me.”

Knowing that beer and Bonanza night was strictly a guy thing in the bunker, Flip decided to duck the conversation in favor of having a girl’s night elsewhere with Jilomena and Silt. Even with an adopted Human disguise, she didn’t need any further attention drawn to herself outside of a run-down Waffle House.

“Some of them have places to be.” Flip hemmed.

She tipped a finger under Castiel’s chin and softly pressed her lips to his. She then waved farewell before vanishing quite suddenly. Heaven help him.

“Cas... you bangin’ a Fairy?” Dean sputtered.

“The beer is getting warm, Dean. We should go.” Cas evaded, sliding the box into the back seat of the Impala.

“Cas,” Dean insisted. “Cas, what the hell?! When were you gonna tell us that you were off gettin’ a bowl of Lucky Charms in your downtime?!”

“Do you talk about every transient woman you’ve bedded?”

“YES.” Dean slapped a hand on the bumper. “That’s what men DO, we kiss and tell! Tell me about NeverNeverLand!”

For a long moment, Castiel stared from Dean… to Sam… to Dean again.

“Well, I’m not a man. I’m an Angel.” he said finally. He snapped the car door closed and buckled his seatbelt. “And I’m not telling.”

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Playfully whacking them with a pillow

“What was that for?” Castiel frowned.

“Don’t worry about it. Continue.” Flip levitated the pillow up off of the floor and resumed her relaxed perch on the back of the couch.

“Um… I was saying that my excuse for being moody was that… I just need a win. I’ve spent so much time consistently screwing things up. The Winchesters have lost faith in me. I am tired of being a disappointment. If-“ PAP! “Nnnnn. You did it again.”

“Did what?” Flip prompted.

“You hit me with a pillow.”

“I did not. I enchanted a pillow to whap you every time you needlessly speak negatively about yourself.” she corrected. “Care to try again?”

Castiel grumbled, but cleared his throat.

“I need to reassure the others that I can be useful again-“ PAP! “I need to fail less.” PAP! “…I am frustrated with the way events have unfolded, and I would like to take steps to improve the situations I’m facing, as best I’m able.”

…No pillow. Flip scooted over and lightly bonked her tiny head against his stubbled cheek.

“As an aside, you can truly be a pest when you’re trying to prove a point.” Castiel mumbled affectionately.

WHAP.

“I didn’t say anything bad about myself.” Cas protested.

“No, that wasn’t the enchantment, that was all me. My whap. How dare you.”

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Sneaking up behind them and blowing a raspberry on their neck

“Not yet. The locals seem reluctant to discuss details of the curses associated with the folklore of-“

Pppfffffffhhhhhhhh!

Castiel winced his shoulder up hard with a soft snort. He waved the Fairy away with a shooing motion. She’d have to wait her turn for attention.

“Wh-? No. No, Dean, I did not flatulate in the middle of our call. Someone blew against my neck. It is not of import.” he rolled his eyes up and sighed, handing over the phone. “Dean wants to say hello.”

“Hallo, Dean!” Flip peeped into the receiver.

I knew it! the voice over the phone crowed, followed by some muted words that Castiel could not quite pick up.

“Ah? What about NeverNeverLand?” Flip questioned.

“DO NOT!” Cas interrupted.

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Surprise kissing them

(Excerpt from “The Drawing Game”, pre Casip)

“FLIP.” Castiel stated flatly, pushing up to prop one arm over her torso to discourage rolling away. “Did you draw a posterior wearing refined attire on my face?”

“It sounds like something I would do.” she nodded thoughtfully.

“…Why?”

“Why not?” she countered.

Before Castiel could lay out a list of obvious reasons not to draw an ass over someone’s face, Flip tilted up and pecked a tiny kiss to his nose. Eyes wide, Cas pressed himself up and shuffled back away from her in complete alarm. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly like a fish pulled from water as his brain struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Obviously Flip had only done such a thing to shock him. To free herself. He’d seen many such occasions where she relied on surprise to escape various troubles.

“But… but… WHAT…”

“So eloquent. Toodles.” Flip snorted, vanishing away rather than using the door.

Recovery took a moment, but Castiel soon found himself padding into the restroom to scrub the drawing off of his face with one of the rough cloths folded neatly on the sink. Not too difficult to smear out of his faint stubble. He rolled his eyes and sat down on the edge of the bathtub propping one foot on his knee to remove the smiley face and cat drawings as well. Once finished, the other foot was brought up. He squinted at the writing. Enochian. Loosely translated to:

Forgive yourself, my friend.

Castiel slowly lowered his foot back onto the floor without wiping the words away. There was a little heart drawn on the heel that made him wonder if it was a simple embellishment or if maybe an extra sign of affection. He stared at his reflection and touched two fingers to his nose, slightly crossing his eyes to look at a very faint trace of glitter left from her kiss. Had he scrubbed his face too hard, or was that a blush? What a confusing night.

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Telling them they love them for the first time

(Excerpt from something I’m not going to post >_>)

“Excuse you???” Flip squeaked, spinning to face him and breaking off the sticking charm.

“You d-deserve to be… loved!” Castiel heaved.

Flip stopped dead and leaned over him, face to face.

“I am loved. People love me. A fair few people love me.” she said seriously. “What’s that got to do with anything, if people love me?”

“I know. I know people love you.” Castiel frowned, breathless. “I’m one of them.”

Flip pulled back fractionally, confusion and panic seizing her Heart. The look in his eyes wasn’t platonic, but neither was it lusty. Castiel had always carried a deep purity to him. But no. She knew that the wisest thing would be to vanish and never come back. Getting overly attached to a mortal always ended poorly for all involved, and whether or not she could find herself caring that way in return was irrelevant.

The silence was suffocating. Still, for whatever reason, Flip did not leave, and Castiel didn’t take back what he said.

(…Jump forward in the story)

He quietly cleared his throat, trying to think of the best way to approach the subject, but Flip kissed the questions away from his lips and pointed up.

Written in soft twinkles above his head were the words

I love you, too.

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Tickling them

The last lingering shafts of a Tuesday sunset washed the den in a romantic blush of twilight. Aside from the quiet tick of a grandfather clock, all was silence. When the creak and snap of the front door signaled that Flip had returned from the grocery store with supplies for the week, fully sized up to fake Human proportions. Castiel glanced over his shoulder with a quiet greeting. Lately he had taken to doing impressionist paintings in the evenings after his shifts at the Gas N Sip. It helped keep his mind away from troubling things as he attempted to adjust to Human life.

“That’s a pretty one. Where is it?” Flip rested her chin on his shoulder.

“It’s the Antigua Guatemala Cathedral. It is beautiful when lit up at night.” he replied, eyes soft with memory. “I very much enjoyed visiting it.”

“We could go there. We’ll wait until you get some vacation time in at work, set it up all Human-style.” the Fairy offered.

“I would like that.”

He shifted in place. And then again. Flip tilted her head, wondering if the thought of doing manual travel as opposed to Magical or Celestial made him uncomfortable to come to terms with. Then it became clear that he was trying to cope with an itch.

“Let me.” Flip scoffed, rucking the maroon sweater up and taking her nails to his upper back. “Better?”

“Yes, thank you. I have paint on my hands… new clothes. Ah… little lower, please. Lower. Good.”

“Why didn’t you wear something you could mess up?”

“I didn’t want to mess anything up.” Castiel explained. “The clothes will last longer if I care for them properly and I khhh! Wait!”

Flip rolled her eyes and did not wait. She let her nails dance and slide across his ribs and belly, nuzzling her nose against his neck. He twitched and wiggled against her, choked with quiet laughter as his hands fought the instinct to make a grab for anything lest it stain.

“Flippiti-hin, the PAI-heh-nt!” he squirmed. “Flip!”

“Yes, it’s a lovely painting, we covered that.” Flip nodded, carrying on.

“PleEEase re-f! Refrain! I can’t t-“ he tried again, sinking to the ground to attempt escape, even if logically he knew that she would follow him down. Which, of course she did.

“You know, in those hymnals you leave laying around, whenever it says refrain, it means repeat. Considering your background, that’s the definition I’ll assume you’re going for.” Flip laughed along with her Mate’s hysterics. “You’re mated with a Fairy. You’re getting tickles. It’s the law.”

When she reached out for a tickly grab to his thigh, playful squirming changed to no not there panic and a paint-covered hand flailed out to shove Flip’s arm away. She paused and looked at the blue smear on her forearm.

“That’s my favorite arm, I’ll have you know.” she advised cooly.

Without waiting a beat, Castiel was off, pounding through the house at top speed with Flip hot on his heels. By the end of it, they were both coated in paint splotches, breathless on the kitchen floor.

“You got paint everywhere in this house. I hope you’re happy.” Flip mock-reprimanded, idly picking at a wet patch of green on her shirt.

Castiel gave her a sheepish half smile and gently touched a matching shade of green to her nose.

“I am~”

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Waking them up by holding them and playing with their hair

It was unclear exactly how long he’d been out. His Vessel ached straight down to his Grace. Strangely, there was one pleasant feeling mixed in with all the unsettling pain. The last thing he remembered was getting slammed away with a banishing ward. It had been one of the most heavy duty ones he’d ever come across.

“How did you find me?” he squinted up at his Mate, shifting his head in her lap.

“I looked.” Flip shrugged, outwardly not belaying any true concern.

She continued to card her hands through his hair, mindlessly clinging to the only thing she could think of to soothe him. Her healing powers had never been particularly polished, and she knew it would be a bad idea to even attempt it.

For now, this was fine. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to her belly, waiting for his own healing factors to pick up the slack. It would take a little while. Considering how lovely her nails felt across his scalp, Castiel was not particularly fussed with the idea of having to be patient.

#Casip #Cut for length #Relationship drabble prompt

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heungtanbts · 5 years

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omg girl plz post your drafts on what you want to say to the boys!!

If you were able to sit and talk to each member what would you tell them? And yes. I am purposely asking this so you could get all sappy and die of the good feels 😊

this has been sitting in my drafts for a g e s now. i challenged myself to write only 7 sentences to each member, but still somehow managed to carried away with this. welp here goes nothing. aka warning, looong post ahead.

to namjoon:

you are a great leader because you are understanding, empathetic, a good listener, and truly caring of those that you lead, and please don’t letanyone, including yourself, ever make you think you’re not a worthy leader. you are the most beautiful man, namjoon; your heart is just so big, your thoughtsso deep and profound, you put others before yourself and think deeply about how your words, actions, and decisions will affect others. you are incrediblyhumble, so willing to reflect and admit your own mistakes, and are not afraid to apologize or come clean when it comes to it and the way you own up to your responsibilities is amazing. It must be so much pressure to have to say and do the right things all the time, especially with so many eyes watching andjudging, and yet you lead with such confidence and humility and i just don’t know if you really understand just how incredible you are. thank you for beingso real with us, for sharing your experiences and your heart with the world through your music just so one more person can relate, feel understood and findhealing, and for helping shape bangtan to become what it is today. you’re so down to earth, goofy, adorably clumsy, passionate about blue crabs, aneffortless fashion king, a lyrical genius and poet, charismatically captivating on stage, and like ARMY’s older reliable brother. thank you for teaching us to love ourselves, but don’t you ever forget that YOU ARE SO LOVED and that we will stand behind you no matter what because you are our one and only, precious kim namjoon.

to jin:

thank you for being the confident dorky older brother of bangtan that lights up any room and situation with his silly antics and contagious laughter. you may be giving jungkook a run for his money and title as bangtan’s maknae, but you are also so incredibly reliable, cool, calm and collected when necessary, and a true solid foundation for bangtan to be built upon. you’ve taught us all to throw away our insecurities and care for others opinions, and to just be ourselves. i know you go through a lot behind the scenes that no one sees, that you’re shyer than we think, more burdened than it seems, and notalways the happy, hilarious meme you most often portray yourself to be. and i just hope you know that your laughter, your antics, your love for the othermembers, and your decision to always see things on the bright side has truly brought so much joy and comfort for me and other ARMYs. you truly are mr.worldwide handsome, not just because of you literally are prince charming, but also because of how wonderful and genuine your heart is for others and for your fans. thank you for being yourself, keeping bts solid on their feet by being a firm foundation, shining in all your talents (you are so wonderful at singing,dancing, acting, variety, everything!!), and reminding us to live life optimistically and to enjoy it.

to yoongi:

thank you for choosing to sign with bighit and become a part of bts,even though you were so wrongly tricked by bang pd (ㅋㅋㅋ) because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t be here, spilling your blood, sweat, and tears into new songs and albums that aren’t just products, but that truly speak about you, your emotions, your experiences and your life. thank you for being so real with all of us and for not shying away from the issue of mental health, because i know that alone has brought many ARMYs so much comfort and hope. thank you for caring so deeply about all the members in your tsundere ways; they absolutely live to see you smile and make you laugh and i hope you know that (actually, we all do). you truly are the dad of bts, not in a bad way, but because you are so steady, you always provide for your members, quietly clean up after their messes without complaint, and care so personally about the growth and well-being of each member. i know you’ve lived a tough life, and you’ve been so open about your struggles while growing up and getting to this point, but i hope you feel that it was all worth it because now you connecting with the world in the universal language that is music and making history just by being yourself. never ever forget that you are so wonderful, your gummy smile and random bouts of hyperness are so endearing, your pure talent and ability to convey so much emotion into lyrics is inspiring, your rawness is so real and comforting, your ability to feel and care so deeply is inspiring, and you truly have changed all of our lives. please take care of yourself, don’t be too hard on yourself, make sure you eat and sleep enough, and know that we are going through this thing we can “life” with you, one day at a time.

to hoseok:

to our sunshine, our angel and hope, the one with the most contagious laugh and brilliant smile, thank you for existing. i know there were days in the earlier times where people didn’t even recognize or think of you as a part of bts, and those times hurt, knowing that people looked down on you like that and i’m so sorry you had to go through that. but thank you for enduring it, staying true to yourself, never allowing it all to suffocate your wonderful laughter and light, and for loving ARMYs continuously through it all. you arebangtan’s strong pillar, hoseok-ah, you go through so much behind that beautiful smile of yours, endure so much, but never ever complain or show it. you are so strong, not because you hide your struggles, but because you choose to continue to smile, to work hard, to push through and focus on the light atthe end of the tunnel. you’ve always been goofy, but i don’t know if you realize just how much you make your members and us laugh, how much contagioushappiness you bring all of us, and how you can make someone’s day so effortlessly just by being yourself. and i hope you know that no matter how much you want to improve or do better, which is always a great thing, you are ALWAYS good enough because you are you, and you are so lovable and hardworking, and wesee your efforts and growth and appreciate you. thank you for keeping a sound and level head on for each of the members, for lovingly providing feedback andcorrections, and for working so hard for the greater good of the team and for the world. so just as you have taught us, just keep going, keep just being yourloving and talented self, keep showcasing that bright smile and melodious laughter, and remember always that you are worth it.

to jimin:

our chimmy, our golden hearted angel, thank you for being so gentle, genuine, loving and caring. you have also been through so much, from the early days when you felt insecure about your weight and image, to training so hard to improve your vocal and dance skills because you didn’t feel like you were enough, to ignoring all the negativity and even death threats from some horrible, horrible people. i’m so sorry such darkness like that exists in this world, but i hope you know that when we see you, all we see is a hardworking, talented, yet so kind hearted and wonderful person who wants to spread love and happiness to everyone. you have such an incredible ability to hold bts together like glue; your loving actions, genuine concern for all your members, and just your desire to want to be with your members all the time truly shows just how much you care. i love that over time, it seems as though you’ve come to love yourself more, for all your strengths and weaknesses, and i hope you never ever let that go because that’s what makes you, you - the you that we just want to hug and cuddle and love upon because you are just so precious! i hope you’ll love your body, eat enough, sleep enough, rest enough, and remind yourself that YOU are enough, and that you’ll continue to grow and flourish as a musician, a performer, and person. you are so beautiful inside and our, jimin-ah, and i hope you know that your heart of gold inspires people every day.

to taehyung:

precious taehyungie, so full of life, so mesmerized by the beauty of nature, completely unafraid of people’s opinions and a true form of radiating happiness. you are so gifted, not just in your superb acting, singing, and performance skills, but also in your ability to be the physical embodiment of a hug - warm, comforting, peaceful and utterly joy-inducing. you express beauty through fashion, your wonderful photography, your unique and adorable displays of affection, your sometimes jumbled but oh so heartfelt words, and through your love for us and your members. thank you for showing us just how important and beautiful family is – and not just related family, but your bangtan and ARMY family. you make us all smile, including your members, and i’m so glad you don’t seem to care enough about what the world thinks because the way you’re so unapologetically you is motivation enough for us to care less about what others think, and more about being ourselves and living life to its fullest. i know you’ve hit tough times, like almost not getting into bts, struggling with tough practices and fears of the future, losing loved ones along the way, and so many more i can only imagine, but the way you’ve still kept your head up with that contagious rectangular smile on your face shows how strong you are, and that itself is the push a lot of us need to keep fighting our own fights. please continue to be yourself to the fullest, to laugh lots and in turn, make your members laugh, to keep yourself healthy, to work hard and make wonderful songs and photos and other works of art, and chase after your dreams, because we will be with you, supporting you every step of the way.

to jungkook:

to the boy who seems to have it all – talent in all kinds of realms, handsome looks, physical strength and stamina, burning passion, and on top of that, a heart of pure gold. i know you’re used to being called the golden maknae, but there are times i’m afraid you don’t believe it, not just because you’re humble and always see room for growth but also because you don’t realize just how wonderful you truly are. you are all of those things i mentioned earlier, but also so much more; just look at how you have come such a long way from the shy, scared, and less confident boy you were 6 years ago, like i hope you can see all that growth and progression and be proud of yourself. you are so beautifully unashamed of your emotions, you love your members and ARMY so much that it shows even just from the affection in your eyes and how big that bunny tooth smile gets. you are adored because you truly are golden, from head to toe, inside and out, from your musical and performance talents to the way you worry about your hyungs and want to help in whatever way you can, you are so chock full of love and ambition and bts is so lucky to have a maknae like you. as you continue to grow and struggle in this wicked and often unfair world, i hope you’ll continue to burn with ambition, strive after your goals, keep fueling that perseverance that is seriously so admirable, and, again, just keep being the goofy, adorable, hardworking maknae that you are for bangtan. no matter what or how many mistakes you make, or how inadequate you feel, or how frustrated you are with yourself or with life, just know that we, ARMY and your beloved brothers, are 100% by your side, always watching out for you, supporting you in everything you do, and loving you for who you are right now because you don’t need to impress us, we already love you for you.

#if only i could sit down and actually say this to each of them #and tell them how thankful i am for them #for how they changed my life #if only #bts #ot7 #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #hoseok #yoongi #jin #namjoon #why hello there anon #Anonymous

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From Paws to Thumbs Review

As a belated valentine’s present to my boyfriend @disneyfanforever3 I am going to be writing a lengthy review of his fanfiction that he wrote on another website called deviant art. I will leave links if you are interested in checking it out. I have also decided I will be reviewing this chapter by chapter and then summarizing it up at the end. This way I can details correct that I didn’t in my video and so it will be nice and long and thorough. Also sorry if there are spoilers.

Chapter One kind of starts out slowly but that’s okay because we are having Scamp and Angel established as characters. Chapter one takes place after the ending Lady and the Tramp Scamp’s Adventure after Angel gets adopted. These two love to explore every possible chance they get. However Lady and Tramp don’t approve of them exploring. Scamp relationship with his parents more specifically Tramp reminds me of Triton and Ariel/Ariel and Melody. Both Tramp and Ariel lied to their children about their background and they have similar personalities but with slight differences. Both Angel and Scamp are feel like outsiders to their families but it is made even worse because of Scamp’s three annoying Bitch Sisters (See what what I did there?) Annette, Nicolette and Danielle because of how they always bully both Scamp and Angel. Lady isn’t so bad but she can be annoying but Tramp irritates the hell out of me in this chapter and that is mainly due to him making promises he never keeps, his hypocrisy and him of all people should understand Angel the best. Worst of all after Scamp and Angel bust curfew really badly and trying to reason with their parents Scamp over hears his parents talking about how they think about getting rid of Scamp and Angel simply because they can’t handle them. This really tragic especially for Angel because of how she bounced around from five families and doesn’t want to lose what she has and this is terrible for Scamp because this might mean he will be separated from Angel and thanks to his sisters bullying him he all ready feels unloved.

Chapter 2 also starts off somewhat slow but that is okay because in this chapter we are introduced to the third main character from this story Patch. Patch like Angel and Scamp loves to explore and go places. He loves his family dearly and his parents love him dearly but he also feels like he is treated unfairly because of how his parents treat his brother Lucky. Lucky like Scamp’s three annoying ass sisters loves to antagonize Patch. He bullies Patch, calls him mean names and constantly excludes from adventures that he goes on with his other two siblings Rolly and Penny. Rolly and Penny don’t bully Patch but they also just stand by while Lucky is bullying Patch and say nothing. Well one night after Lucky got home late during roll call for bed time Pongo pulls Lucky a side to talk to him about his behavior and why Patch shouldn’t go to dangerous places. This reminds me of Ariel and how Triton is always scolding her about going up to the surface. Long story short Patch and Pongo argue and Patch feels defeated. To make matters worse his brother Lucky convinces Patch that their parents will give Patch away. Now we have three dogs who love to explore and they feel lost alone and a little betrayed by their families. The Dalmatians move to America for a few reasons. One Anita and Darling are sisters in this story and they want to be closer to family and two to be safe from Cruella and her two idiot Hench men.

Chapter 3 is about how the Ratcliff’s move to New England to be safe from Cruella. They travel there by boat. In this chapter things start to pick up and move along at a faster. This is where Scamp and Angel meet Patch. The three of them instantly form a bond. Well after the three pups argued with their parents mainly Pongo and Tramp and not feeling like their parents are listening. They go and explore this house. This house belongs to a magical Wizard named Chris (Yes the author/my boyfriend inserted himself into this story all though he shows up in the next chapter) Anyways Scamp, Angel and Patch explore this beautiful house. One room catches their attention it is the magic room. This room contains a crystal ball, and a bunch of magical potions. Well they accidentally knock a magic potion over not knowing it is a magic potion. The three dogs drink it because they are thirsty and believe it to be milk. After drinking this they feel weird and fall into a deep deep sleep and end up transforming into humans.

Chapter 4 This is the Chapter where we meet the narrator/Wizard Chris. He is is in early 20s. Like any other morning Wizard Chris went down to make himself some breakfast that is until he gets side tracked by some snoring coming from his magic room. There he finds three naked children. He was not to pleased to see three naked children so he quickly covered them in robes the color of their collars. Wizard Chris has his house located far on the country side and is very much a hermit. He only leaves his house for essential items like groceries and he only talks to people when he absolutely has too. Yeah he ain’t real social is he. Well from this chapter on little did Wizard Chris know his life would be changed forever by three very special friends Scamp, Angel and Patch. Also the three children freak out for a bit because they changed from dogs to humans. over night. (BTW yes Wizard Chris gives them clothes in fact I believe he posted those pics on Tumblr if not I will give you a link once I am done with this review.)

Chapter 5.

The parents Tramp, Lady, Peridita and Pongo all try and make up with the three pups. However they are super nervous of what they are going to say. Only problem with them trying to make up with the children is that the children are gone and the parents have no clue where they are. All four parents are worried about the kids. Pongo tries to go an makes amends with Patch. In this chapter Pongo and Peridita remind me of King Triton and Sebastian from the episode of Little Mermaid episode called Charmed. In that episode Ariel discovers a magnifying glass which she calls a “Bigger Mcjigger” but when her father sees it he gets angry and destroys it. Later on in the episode he is practicing his apology to Ariel which is what Pongo is doing when he is preparing to talk for Patch. Both Sebastian and Peridita remind Pongo and Triton that an apology that needs to come from the heart. This chapter is probably is one of the more fun chapters because we have worried parents, three run away children and best of all Cruella is plotting her escape from insane asylum. Cruella is one of the smartest villains ever. Her escape plan involves her stealing a news paper, faking injuries and knocking out one of the guards with the rolled up news paper and then stealing his uniform. She has to wear a hat to hide her skunk colored hair because well that would blow her cover if she didn’t. She also locks the guard in her cell. “Cruella Devil Cruella Devil” if she doesn’t scare you no evil thing will.

Chapter 6

In this chapter the three puppies now turned into human children thanks to the potion learn how to act like humans. Which meaning to walk like humans, eat like humans and refraining from their dog instincts like chasing squirrel up trees. If you guys were wonder if there were any negative side affects to this potion I am afraid there is. All three children fall ill in this chapter but luckily these are common sicknesses in children. Scamp has measles, Angel has the flu and Patch has the Chicken Pox. All though for a moment Patch thinks he caught something from a chicken lol which I thought was cute. I also learned in this chapter you don’t give sick children belles because then they become annoying but still enduring. However before they got sick the four parents were looking for them. Perdita and Lady could sense that Scamp Angel and Patch were their children while Pongo and Tramp laughed. This chapter also shows that mothers tend to be more in tune with their children. Also Wizard Chris feels like an older brother taking care of his three younger siblings and plus his “Hard shell” begins to crack when the three children become ill. (Chasing Squirrels up trees happens in the next chapter.

Chapter 7

The children have recovered from their illnesses and they along with Wizard Chris had a fun day at the park and he of course has to teach them how to act like normal children as in un teaching them from their dogie instinct. However this chapter is where things start to get more interesting because “Wizard Chris” meets this “frail old woman” who some located the big mansion that the Wizard Chris lives at. She was tired because she walked in red stilettos yeah she ain’t real smart. Well it turns out that frail old woman was Cruella. She went and stole the magic book from that Wizard Chris owns. In this chapter she puts together her own team of Villains. She steals a potion that makes animals talk. This chapter she meets Buster an old friend turned enemy of Tramp. Cruella and Buster end up making a deal to help each other get revenge. Cruella mainly wants revenge on Patch since Patch is the one defeated her and Buster wants revenge on Tramp for stealing his “Girl” (Not Lady) and running off and getting married and he wants revenge on Scamp for abandoning him. If this happens Buster will be given the chance to be a human forever and he will have money and power. She also meets the Siamese cats as in the cats that belong to Aunt Sara. She also makes a deal with the cats by promising them a life supply of Fish food and milk. They are kind of group thinkers.

Chapter 8

This chapter is probably one of my favorites because it digs into Angel’s background and how she became a street dog and why she changed home five times before getting permanently adopted by the Darlings. In case anyone is wondering what Angel’s parents look like this them and Angel of course. Her mom is the golden retriever and her dad is the Pomeranian. https://www.deviantart.com/azulalover1/art/Angel-and-her-Parents-764104159. Anyways a brief summery of Angel’s background and how she ended up a junk yard dog for years. Once Angel was a happy little puppy with two parents just playing in a junk yard well one day this dog catcher came for the dogs. The dogs tried to run away as fast as they can but Angel’s dad accidentally got ran over by the dog catcher vehicle and her mom ended up getting her paw caught in a rail road track and got hit by a train. The poor thing seeing her parents die no wonder she keeps having nightmares. The best part about this chapter for me though is that when she wishes she would have died and Wizard Chris, Patch and Scamp but mainly Scamp reassure that she is loved and that her new family (The Darlings) won’t put her out on the street again.

Chapter 9.

Okay I am not going to lie I am going to boost my own ego here a bit. See my boyfriend wrote Paws to Thumbs long before we ever met and in this chapter he was originally going to have Scamp being chased through out the woods. I was wondering if he would consider having a dynamic between the two boys Patch and Scamp because I haven’t seen them interact that much and he also wish he could find a way to include Patch more. Well thanks to my suggestion this chapter was posted later than expected and went through a major rewrite to include Patch more and incorporate him more into the story. I really love this chapter not just because I helped inspire it but because the two boys get a chance to bond and because they have a lot in common such as being well off in families and being born into luxuries that Angel did not have until she got adopted, they both feel like their parents don’t listen to them and they both have siblings that give them a hard time because they are jealous of Patch and Scamp and they love to explore. Anyways, the three Children and Wizard Chris are the park on a beautiful day just playing until Scamp hears a strange noise. Well it turned out to be a “bear” growling at him. It soon started to chase Scamp. Patch tries to help Scamp by jumping on the “bear’s” back but ends up getting thrown off towards Scamp and the boys are chased through the woods. Scamp is almost kidnapped by Buster (which he doesn’t recognize Buster because is in his human form not dog form) and if you are wondering why I put air quotes around bear its because the bear is “Reggie” another dog that is so scary even Buster is afraid of him and even before Reggie got transformed into an actual bear he looked like a dog bear hybrid. Luckily Patch knocks out Scamp (No pun intended since Patch has a brother named Lucky) I love this chapter because the two boys bond and open up to each other about their families and how they feel their parents don’t understand them. A side from being almost killed and kidnapped in this chapter this chapter was awesome. (There are more details but as I said I will be leaving a link below so you can go check out the fanfiction and I promised Chris I wouldn’t give too many spoilers lol)

Chapter 10

This chapter isn’t quite as exciting but this chapter warms my heart because I ship Scamp and Angel so much they are such an adorable couple and in this chapter I am reminded of Cory and Topanga because both couples confess they are in love with each other at age 14. Angel tells Scamp she is in love with him but while he is sleeping. Another reason this chapter warms my heart is because this shows how much these children have come to love and care about each other. First Angel has nightmares but those stop because Wizard Chris put a spell on her to stop the nightmares. Now Scamp keeps has nightmares one about being eaten by that strange bear and the one where he over hears his parents talking about sending him away (The second one did happen as discussed in the first chapter) however before he can tell Angel about the second dream because they over heard Patch having a bad dream and that dream was about Cruella. Angel and Scamp help Patch feel better by staying up with him and talking about the nightmares and Scamp then tells Angel about his second nightmares. I adore this chapter because the kids grow closer together and share a deeper bond and that is beautiful. Well shortly the nice moments are ruined between the children when a grumpy Wizard Chris gets out of bed and disguises himself as an ugly old hag as sweet revenge for waking him from his “beauty sleep”. However another reason I love this chapter very much is that we get a bit of back ground on the narrator (Wizard Chris’s background) about how he ran away from home when he was 10 years old and he claimed he was bullied and that his dad didn’t understand him. This shows that these four ar kindred spirits. This also shows that not only did these kids need Wizard Chris but it shows that Wizard Chris needed these kids too. In this chapter it is also revealed a magic mirror that Scamp sees in the magic room. The only problem is that the magic mirror shows Scamp’s reflection half and half. As in half human half dog. Oh and the last thing about this chapter is that Scamp finally confesses he is in love with Angel all though he doesn’t say it to Angel and Wizard Chris has to tell him. I love this chapter so much.

Chapter 11

At this point the Scamp, Angel and Patch have been humans for a little over two months and Wizard Chris has found away to change them back into dogs but there are a few problems none of the children want to go back to being dogs. Wizard Chris is trying to convince them to turn back to dogs and make them go back to their families but the only problem with that is he is being hypocritical in this chapter since he refuses to work out his issues with his family and thankfully the kids call him out on this. While the four argue about whether or not they should go back to their families. The villians in this story finally make a reappearance. Buster, Cruella and the two Siamese Cats (Si and Am) that are now humans and the three are being reprimanded by Cruella for not being able to kidnap the children. Buster’s plan of revenge is to have Tramp’s family work for him for all eternity (Okay so I added that in for dramatic affect) and Cruella has plans to still make a coat out of them (I think that is still the plan) or she plans to enslave all the puppies. (I am sure my lovely boyfriend will correct me if I got stuff wrong lol)

Chapter 12

The kids ran away into the woods just until they were out of Wizard Chris’s sight and this where Scamp reveals the information about the magic mirror to Patch and Angel and how about the they see their reflections. When the Patch and Angel look into the mirrors themselves they like Scamp also see their reflection split in half as in half dog half human and this makes them more confused then ever. The mirror reminds me of the mirror in Harry Potter the magic mirrors reflect the individual's heart’s desire. Oh and Angel almost tells Scamp that she is in love with him but of course that nice moment had to be ruined by the bear “Reggie”, Buster Cruella and Si and Am. The children were so scared they ran for their lives they got separated and didn’t even realize where they were running to until it was too late. Patch ran into Cruella his worst nightmare. She put a spell on him to make him tell her where the other Dalmatians were. Patch tried to resist telling his family wearabouts but couldn’t because the magic was too strong and he gave in. Angel were being harassed by the two Siamese Cats the two ladies chased Angel and captured her and tied her up with a rope and Angel tried to escape but couldn’t. Scamp is captured by Buster. Scamp runs from and he thinks he is free from Buster only for Buster to capture him again. Buster tries to manipulate Scamp into going with him but luckily Scamp isn’t going in so easily. Well now to review Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Finally we get to see The Darlings, Rodger and Anita in this chapter because it feels like forever since we we have seen them this also means we see Pongo, Perdita, Lady and Tramp. This chapter is about to get real interesting because Wizard Chris meets the families of the three children officially. He goes and explains everything and after he is done he has to do a bit of convincing to prove he is telling the truth. Jim is the one who needs convincing the most. Well in his defense if a random man showed up to my house claiming he was a wizard with three dogs that had turned into human children I would be skeptical as hell too. Finally Jim believes him after Chris makes the animals talk. If the four humans as in the Darlings and Anita and Rodger didn’t believe in real magic before well they are about to believe now. Anita and Rodger become extra terrified when they find out that Cruella not only escaped the insane asylum and discovered where they were now living. Wizard Chris tries to stop her but he gets trapped in a bubble and he can only get out if someone from the outside knows the spell. Buster threatens revenge on Tramp by taking Scamp and because Tramp steals his girl. Oh and the main characters. Oh and some other dogs get turned into humans and those dogs are Tramp, Lady, Perdita, Pongo, Tramp’s sisters Rolly, Penny and Lucky. (I am getting slightly lazy with this review lol)

Chapter 14

In this Chapter the children’s parents get turned into human by Cruella and luckily they were wearing clothes since they didn’t drink a potion. Angel frees Wizard Chris from this green bubble thing. It didn’t take long for Angel to escape since she grew up a street dog and knew how to get herself out of any tricky situation so growing up a street dog in this case worked to her advantage so her and Wizard Chris to try and go and find the others. Patch and Scamp were trying to negotiate with their stuborn siblings to help them. With Patch Penny was willing to help Rolly had to be convinced to help because he wanted food like usual and Lucky was annoyed with Patch because Lucky taunts Patch all the time. Tramp’s sister were being their usually bitchy selves. I love this chapter because it has one of my favorite moments! Patch and Scamp finally stand up to their bratty siblings. Scamp shoves his three sisters and Patch punched Lucky in the eye so yay! Finally Lucky admits his jealously to Patch and Lucky is jealous because he feels Patch is the favorite. Annette, Collette and Danielle finally confess their jealously to Scamp. They are jealous of Scamp and Angel because the two aren’t afraid to be themselves and for a long time the girls though they only had their looks to rely on. I find this chapter to be one of the more exciting chapters. Buster and Tramp full on fist fight the the bratty siblings are put in their place and it is awesome. (If Reviews beome a little skimpy I am trying not to give too much away as I said there will be a link after I am done reviewing this fanficition) Oh and Cruella destroys Wizard Chris’s magic carpet but before that he turns Reggie into a mouse. Plus as a mouse he probably won’t eat any humans or at least try and he was hella scary as a dog.

Chapter 15.

Buster tries to manipulate Scamp one more time. He tells Scamp that they could be human forever and that Scamp wouldn’t have to deal with Tramp’s lies. Scamp considers this for a split second and he comes to his senses. Scamp made that mistake once and wasn’t going to do it again. He loved his family and his father very much. Cruella Dev Vil tries to manipulate Angels by offering her what she wants and that is to bring her parents back to life. Magic can do several things but it can’t bring the dead back to life. Cruella tries to kill Angel but fortunately fails well fortunately to Scamp and Angel while unfortunately to Cruella. Scamp almost dies by falling out of a tree but luckily Wizard Chris has just enough magic to keep the tree but unfortunately due to the spell on his hands he wasn’t able to hold it long. Anyways Angel declines Cruella’s offer and realizes that she has a family that truly loves her. Once again Scamp was this close to telling Angel he is madly in love with her but that doesn’t happen for two reasons the villains interrupt them and because Angel isn’t sure they will make it out of their situation alive. Buster tries to kill Scamp and Angel but misses because he gets hit in the back of the head. Cruella tries to kill them but thankfully she misses because Patch jumps on her back. He tries to steal the book back but can’t he rips out a page he chants a spell hoping to harm Cruella but all he does is grow a dinky little flower. Cruella ties the three kids up and tries to kill the once more but fails. WIzard Chris wakes up frees the children and Buster and Cruella start to fight.

Chapter 16

This is the second to last chapter and it is kind of sad but I have enjoyed writing this review just like I have reading the fanfiction. I love this chapter because the main four characters bond and the kids learn how to do magic. They use a magic spell to defeat Buster and Cruella. However this spell requires four wizards because it has to have the four elements which are water, fire, earth and air. While the four Wizard Chris, Scamp Angel, and Patch have come up with a plan to defeat Buster and Cruella the two are arguing on who gets to kill who. This chapter reminded me of Halloween Town 2 when Marni wants to reopen the portal and her family and her one Goblin friend Luke who is not a warlock helps her anyway because he is her friend and he believes. The three children are not Wizards but they believe in magic they love each other. Oh and I forgot to mention that Cruella had split the ground earlier and turned into lava. Scamp tries to Angel he is in love but she wants him to hold off because at that moment life felt too short. The four defeated the two villains once and for all. However I would argue their own vanity and greed killed them. They fell in the lava. Scamp tried to save Buster but failed. When Cruella died her dark magic wore off and didn’t last forever. Si and Am turned back into cats and all of the magic Cruella performed was undone and the magic carptet was restored. If this chapter taught me anything revenge is never the answer and your own greed could litterally end up killing you. Also everyone makes up with their families and Lady and Angel have a beautiful moment together. Another one of my favorite moments is that Wizard Chris realizes how much he loves the children and the parents come to and understanding with their children. Oh and Scamp’s three sisters and Patch’s brother Lucky all get grounded for a month for bullying.

Chapter 17.

Well people we have arrived at the final chapter. Wizard Chris heads back to go make up with his family. He is very sad because he has grown to love the children and he was going to miss them so finally he heads back to his family and at first they don’t recognize him because he is now a grown adult in his early 20s and not the 10 year old little boy that ran away. I also forgot to mention that Wizard Chris lied to the children about his family not looking for him because they did he just used magic to hide himself. The one reason his parents recognize and know that it is him is because of a scar he has on his right eyebrow. This chapter really warms my heart because Wizard Chris gets to make amends with his family gets them back in his life while also gaining a new family with the three children and their families. The three children decide to stay human so they can have a life of freedom and joy. They might have been born dogs but will live out the rest of their lives as humans. Also Wizard Chris moves his house along with the Darling’s house to be next the plantations where Anita and Rodger live along with the Dalmatians. Angel decides to live with Wizard Chris, Jr is happy he gets a big brother and Patch is happy too! The three dogs now turned humans can live their life of freedom and still keep their family.

Well this review was going up later than I intended but none the less this was a belated Valentine’s day present for awesome boyfriend @disneyfanforever3. I really loved this fan-fiction because it shows that no matter what trouble you are having with family they will always love you and care for you. I also liked how Tramp developed in this series and I am happy he got a nice moment with Angel. He realizes that he should have understood her the most just because how similar their back grounds were. Also Scamp and Angel finally pronounce their love for each other and it makes me so happy! I hope I got some details right because for some chapters I skimmed and tried to give you the gist. Anyways here is a link to his fanfiction if you want to go check it out. https://www.deviantart.com/azulalover1/gallery/62089614/From-Paws-To-Thumbs

Also I want state we have officially been dating for a month but we both think one month anniversaries are stupid but I just felt like sharing that. Anyways I hope enjoy this review. Oh and I should mention that Patch always felt like Lucky got special treatment. Well the reason Pongo and Perdita were easy on Lucky was because for Lucky was dead for a few moments when he was born hence why he was named Lucky.

#from paws to thumbs #lady and the tramp scamp's adventure #101 Dalmatians Patch's London Adventure #fanfiction review

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Summary: Hot-boy tale in his very own mind successive center-breaker Kai goes down with disorderly in deep love -woman Riko Takanashi after finding that's she's wrecking concerning the house instructor who likewise is actually her youth close friend out.

First Impressions: This Kai kid actually frustrates me, yet that does this the wolf wont sleep recognize just how to make him look wonderful.

Art work: The addresses of the really first two quantities are appealing to me since I love the watercolory as well as also the tones sense. The smoothness eyes are additionally currently looking straight actually and forward. The art inside is shoujo. It's big as well as great with plenty of screentones -eyed individuals. Really the people have big eyes which will make them seem oddly childlike. Riko, the major female character has a angelic child-face although that she's stated to be 15. Kai, the MC, is attracted very carefully. Their eyes are detailed with well-defined lashes and also his face is valuable. The areas for that reason are mainly close-UPS of the numbers experiences because they emote and also are easy to adhere to.

Presentation: You will certainly discover no shade pages and likewise the demonstration is common of shoujo tankoubon. I like the dustcover images a lot. The manga covers both amounts, so are there oneshots or no accessories at the conclusion. The written message size was big sufficient for me two research study without the magnifier throughout's aid and also the mangaka's handwriting is readable and nice.

Tale: There its not megurosans first time manga isn't a great deal of a story below. It's only a kid experiencing a-one-method break on the lady he thinks is of his reach. It's totally regular shoujo utilizing the typical classmate-woman-instructor love triangle as well as additionally the story happens in typical shoujo options such as a themepark, the ethnic occasion, along with the university outdoor camping holiday. The alternatives actually mirror the options in "Kageno Datte Seishunshitai", yet unlike Kageno, this manga and the normal shoujo plotlines stick therefore at some point ends up feeling like everyother shoujo offered. What conserved me directly this manga was honest writing, as well as the simple, clear. Kai's thoughts of love nausea or vomiting and devotion are wonderfully portrayed as well as show growth as he goes from externalizing ladies to really loving a lady in being inlove as well as involving herself. I am truly worried by this concerning interpretation. This tale relies on vocabulary to develop it aside, consequently as one more usual underrated shoujo saturated in smooth word option and poor jargon, this manga may arise within the fingers of the wrong translator.

As the personalities, Kai's initial sway was repulsive, while I encountered Riko's vigor while protecting her pals and her really own heart boosting for. She must be to safeguard a smooth center, although She's tough as nails. I started to such as Kai a lot he stopped being a pig and also after all of the warm in his satisfaction was stomped out-of him. Lovesick kids enduring absolutely will link me each time and is enjoyable.

Readability-- Easy: I had prepared to see this without asking my Japanese. Because the tale uses an inflexible shoujo formula, narration and the discussion can be extrapolated. There's furigana and likewise the mangaka's handwriting behaves so it's easy to develop the kanjis out. The expressions are simple. You will certainly discover no-run-on phrases to acquire lost in. This Can Be A terrific manga for an advanced Japanese trainee.

General: This manga is well-prepared typical shoujo for anyone that checks out manga online. It would certainly produce a terrific start shoujo as well as in the exact same duration meet seasoned shoujo site visitors that such as to observe a common performers used really adorable personalities as well as excellent posting. This can be a manga that I would certainly choose to observe certified in your mind with teenage and tween as well as teenager viewers. You may also visit https://bestlightnovels.site123.me/blog/while-researching-the-development

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Dating Min Suga would include….

-Lots (and I mean lots) of night visits in his studio.

-Mainly because he said he will come over to your place after practice, but it has been a few hours and he still hasn’t appeared.

-You force feed him, since he probably forgets because he is completely absorbed by his work. He appreciate your effort and these are the moments he knows why he loves you.

-You both can be in the same room for hours, him ignoring you since he is very busy, but you wouldn’t mind most of the time because you know how important his music is for him and you are doing your own thing anyways.

-You sometimes pop into his office just to give him a kiss on his forehead or cheek and leave directly afterwards. As surprised as Suga boy is he will react either way:

1. Either he just leaves you go but says something like “Gosh you are so needy .”, but he actually loves when you show him affection and in the same time respect his work.

2. Pulls you by the arm as you tried to leave back onto his lap and hugs you from behind “Come here.” He would probably continue working with you in his arms, you wouldn’t mind a tiny bit. “You are too cute Y/N.”

-You would be the laziest coupe of all time. Spending your free time in bed or the couch watching movies, sleeping or just having some very serious deep conversation about life. “Seriously though what if our whole life is just a dream and we actually stop dreaming when we stop breathing in oxygen?” -“Shut up, Y/N and go back to sleep”

-Him messaging you every time he leaves the studio late even though you might be asleep, because he knows that otherwise you would worry. (Awkdjskdd so cute)

-Sometimes you would wake up at 4 am to find the cute message he sent you. “I am heading to the dorm now; unfortunately I couldn’t come see your stupid face today”

-You calling him multiple times sometimes because he is asleep or just to lazy to pick up and when he picks up he yells at you, but as soon as you fake a cry he apologises a million times.

-You and him listening to other bands music and fangirl/Boy (mostly you tho) over them together or gossip just shit about the members. “What they are together?” “Yeah I saw them making out during the award show when no camera was looking at them.”

-You seriously take some epic couple selcas cause you guys got SWAG, but yours and his phone will be full of each others derp faces or sleeping pictures.

-Him always threatening to post the video of you dancing in your panties with a mask on your face to fire when you wouldn’t leave him work in peace.

-Seriously though he loves you a lot.

-You are his wallpaper on his work computer, but he would never tell you.

-Him secretly smiling at your actions from behind when you are being silly again with the maknaes.

-You being close friends with all the members and always text you when they are busy, because they know that Suga will probably not keep you updated.

-They all love you and don’t understand how such a sweet girl like you can date a grumpy grandpa like Yoongi.

“Seriously Y/N he is sleeping all the time and when he’s awake his grumpy” - “But Jungkook look at his gummy bear smile!”

-Jin always worrying that he is not treating you with enough respect (Mother mode activated) but what the members don’t know is he treats you like no other and you always have to reassure Jin he is lovely which he can’t comprehend.

-No one dares to mess with you when he’s there cause boy Yoongi can be scary. Poor baby V will probably tickle you or hug you and earn scary looks from Yoongi. – “Yah get your own gf.”

-Suga being jealous when you spend too much time with the members and will probably act pissed off to you.

-He wouldn’t tell you why he is acting like this though.

-So you are trying to figure out what you did and once you found out you can’t stop teasing him about it. “Awww is Min Yoongi jealous of Tae-oppa” “Call him oppa one more time Y/N and you will see what will happen.”

-You are seriously not allowed to call any of them Oppa except him.

-Don’t expect a lot of skin ship from Yoongi, he is just the type that can’t show how much you really mean to him and that you are his world.

-But sometimes when he’s jealous or scared of losing you, he will cling onto you like a koala.

- “I know I am the shittiest boyfriend ever but don’t leave me”- “I will never leave you Yoongi.”

-“Ugh you deserve better Y/N”- “I don’t want better i want you”

-When he is sleepy you sneakily steal some hugs and kisses from him. He wouldn’t even notice, and when he does he pretends to be asleep but won’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.

-He loves it when you hug him and show him that you care about him.

-You always jamming to Agust D and rapping so loud that he laughs his ass off at your rapping and tell you that you suck.

-But he always wants to teach you how to rap till you eventually become really good and making him super proud of you.

-You are forced to rap infrot of the rap line : “Namjoon, Hoseok check out Y/N rapping to cypher 2.”

-V and you rapping together all the time and Suga lets you rap his parts because he knows it will sound good from u unlike from V. (Poor baby xD)

-He loves you and your body the way it is, so when you feel unconscious about your stretch marks or your chubby stomach or too skinny arms he will just pull a face and say that you are being stupid again. (How charming.)

-“I don’t understand how you, from all people feel like this; you are even prettier than Jin.”

-Literally all your unconfident thoughts disappear when you are with him, because he couldn’t give you the opportunity to hate yourself.

-After dating for a long time, he will open up to you about his past, his family and his depression.

-You would just listen to him while hugging him tightly.

-He would be surprised that he told you so much about himself and make you swear never to mention anything of what he told you to anyone.- “Pinkie swear.”

-He is that type of person that might forget about your anniversary, but not because he doesn’t pay attention, but because he is thinking so much about work.

-When he figures out that he forgot, he will curse at himself and leave anything he is working on and goes rush to the nearest gas station that is still open that late and buys a card, some chocolate and flowers that kinda look rough already and rush to your house and knocks at the door.

-You where already sleeping so you are rubbing your eyes when you see his sweat innocent smile.

-Prepare for cheesy boyfriend, cause he won’t leave you that night alone anymore, singing your favourite love songs (lol Sugas singing is gold), feeding you chocolate, him rapping your favourite parts in the BTS songs which he would normally not do, but it’s your guys special day. If you ask nicely you might even get a massage, but it won’t last long till he falls asleep on your lap and you just smile at him. “Min Yoongi you are such a cutie.” – “Mmmhh...”

-He has his moments where he is all about hugging you in front of the other boys which are so rare that they might blush or think they are in a parallel universe.

-Those are the moments when Jin screams he should behave and not do anything dirty to you.

-That boy would write songs about you, but will only show you when they are 100% perfect.

-So one song in his latest mix tape is about you, one song BTS sings about love that he composed is actually about how he loves you.

-You would have no clue, till after a long time one of the members would tell you about it and your heart would melt when you find out.

-You love teasing him, so prepare for him attacking you when you do so. You end up on the floor him on top tickling you. Sometimes things get a bit heated and you will end up having a hot make out session.

-You don’t mind the lack of skin ship, cause the moments he shows affection to you are so precious, warm and soft and you know they come truly from his heart and you would not want it any other way.

-Him being worried about you when you are late out with your friends. Calling you every hour to make sure you are okay. “Ya, when are you going home?”- “You know you are a loser with directions you won’t find your apartment when it’s getting any later.”

-He would not wait a second to pick you up if you had a few drinks in your system and you called him for help.

-“Yoongi why are you so beautiful?” You would whine drunkenly touching his face, him not making a noise and let you do whatever you want with him, cause he can’t say no to you when you are like this.

-Every time your name is mentioned he smiles warmly.

-The times you would go out, you would go to different restaurant to try food, since you both love to try new stuff.

-He would take you to your favourite country on your birthday and do everything you want cause all he wants is you being happy (even if it means he has to go out) #protectyoongifromthewilderness

-When he has a weekend off he might take you to D.town to show you the places he worked in and where he started to rap and his favourite noodle shop, because it means a lot to him that you know this stuff about him.

-He doesn’t really say I love you a lot, but you know he does. And when he says it (, he says it at the most random moments. E.g You are painting your toe nails on the couch next to him. You would look so confused he would laugh. “Who are you and what did you do to my boyfriend”- “You see that’s why I never say that cause you are such a tease you little shit.”

-This precious angel would always think to himself and tell the others that you are too good to him.

-You sometimes have to endure his bad temper and you just listen to him to whatever he has to say, and leave him alone when he needs space and vice versa.

-He would understand when you get angry and or when you are depressed cause boy he has been there too.

-Lots of pillow talk.

-He will play with your hair when you are working on something and don’t give him attention.

-Both of you doing face masks and other beauty stuff together and taking pictures to send them to the members.

-Min Suga knows no shyness in front of you and might sit naked on your couch writing lyrics not giving a shit.

-You guys will have many inside jokes.

-Lots of sleepy kisses in the morning.

-Even though he is a grumpy cat, your parents love him and call him mature and respectful, because he only shows them their best side. Boy if they knew.

-You are so annoying Y/N. –“I love you too.”

-On tour he sends you cute little videos every day to keep you updated Suga ft. Bangtan.

-Jimin will send you pictures of your sleepy boyfriend.

-He wouldn’t give a fuck and talk about you in public and one day accidently confesses that you guys are together so causally leaving the fans in shook.

“My Jagiya and I tried this restaurant that made (your home country) food and now I am craving more of it or “Jagyia sometimes comes and brings me tea while I work.”

-Oh yeah I have a girlfriend, be nice to her ARMY I still love you too.

Dating Min Yoongi would be very hard and it takes a lot of effort from both sides, but trust once he is sure he loves you, he is not planning on letting you go, because he knows he found a soul mate.

RIP me.Writing this was literally too much, because Suga is my ultimate Bias and I luv him and ... and... ugh god help me what am I doing with my life.- JB

#bts #bts suga #bts scenarios #bts army #dating bts #kpop #kpop scenarios #bts imagines #min yoongi #minhollly #agust d

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