#i always liked my flat and i furnished it etc

[lorienofloth]

My best friend has just moved in with me and she's brought like plants and cushions and cute little jars and my flat is so much more homely now

[mrepstein]

The Flat That Epstein Bought - Liverpool Echo - July 11, 1964

HOME - with the man behind the Beatles, Gerry and the Pacemakers, Cilla Black, Billy J. Kramer, etc, etc.

Reported by Barbara Anne Taylor

---

I don���t want to brag or cause any jealousy, but I used to queue for the Saturday matinee at a cinema that was next to a furniture shop that was called Epstein and Son and that Epstein’s other son manages the Beatles.

And that is as exciting as dancing with a man who danced with a girl who danced with the Prince of Wales.

The other son is Brian, who has in his time pursued many careers until he found his present crock of gold. He did originally embark, with no lack of enthusiasm, on a career in his family’s furniture business.

CRAFTY CHERUB

“I was 21 at the time,” said Mr. Epstein, who looks like a sharp-clothed, crafty cherub, “and extremely interested in design and interior decorating - still am. I served,” he added stoically, “my apprenticeship with the Times Furnishing Company in Liverpool.

“I was fanatically keen on what I regarded as contemporary at the time. I felt quite a missionary zeal about it, so I wasn’t fired with enthusiasm about the furniture in my father’s shop. It all looked to me like greasy great walnut bedroom suites.

“I was full of notions about the customers really wanting the sort of furniture I wanted them to have. I overlooked the fact that my father is a successful business man because he knows what his customers want. However, I persuaded him to stock some of the furniture of my choice.”

When I asked Mr. Epstein if his chosen furniture sold, he received the question a trifle incredulously: “I saw to it,” he said stonily, “that it did” - and having subsequently witnessed something of his adroitness as a salesman, who can fail to believe him?

Mr. Epstein is clever at picking people; he picked his parents very wisely, for his indulgent father then set him up in his own furniture shop in Hoylake.

He was able to revel in the furniture of his choice and provide an interior decorating service to boot. “It was the interior decorating side I enjoyed most, I had lots of ideas and I love experimenting with colour.”

When I asked Mr. Epstein if he was able to submit his clients to his ideas he replied: “The customer is always right.”

Mr. Epstein inhabits the top floor and the roof, where he has potted plants and wrought iron furniture, and swinging chintz hammocks and a splendid view.

He has two bedrooms and a study and one large, long combined living and dining room, which is decorated in white, grapish green and amber and is inspiringly tidy.

“I can’t bear clutter, I’m obsessive about plainness and simplicity, in fact, this room looks cluttered to me,” he said, eyeing with some distaste this positive precedent for orderliness.

The Buyer of Antiques

“I like buying antiques, although I have no knowledge of them. I don’t care about their period or their history. I just care about their shape. I couldn’t live with only modern furniture now, you grow out of such utter devotion. It’s rather sad really.”

“I find it completely absorbing searching for exactly what I want but there’s really not much choice, is there? I mean, there appears to be a lot but when you get down to it there is really very little.

“And isn’t it sad when finally you’ve found exactly what you want, then you discover that it’s exactly what hundreds of other people want too. It sort of spoils the specialness of it.

“I found it an exciting experience furnishing my first home, it takes a lot of time and thought, because you are imprinting something of yourself there. I think there is something of me in this flat, though it’s not exactly right. I long to have a separate dining room... well, what I really long for is a house.

Knows What He Wants

“I know exactly what I want. I can’t describe it to you, I could perhaps draw it. It is certainly nothing like the castles and follies I keep being offered. It’s a house I’ve had in my head for ages, I’ll know it the moment I see it.

“Till then I’m happy here. I look forward to coming home, that’s the big test, and my friends seem to like it and that’s also important because I love entertaining.

“Yes the Beatles approve - at least they approve of most of the furniture: they were a bit scornful about the antiques. Paul is very fond of the rocking chair, but what they all approved of most was the way I had their photographs framed. Cilla thinks it is all fab.”

[named-after-the-garden]

everytime i try to find marauders fic recs, i always find the same fics. ones like atyd, etc. Which are great, but sometimes you need new ones. so i made a list of some of my favorite, maybe not-so-well-known marauders fics. enjoy :)

Disclaimer! Some of these fics may have 18+ scenes. Read at your own risk.

Teach Them How to Dream

By: calamitoustide on Ao3

Ship: Jegulus (James x Regulus)

Chapters: 30/30

Word Count: 89,015 words

Regulus starts his first year as a kindergarten teacher, and he meets a really hot dad.

The Barista, The Burglar, and The Sofa

By: orphan_account on Ao3

Ship: Wolfstar (Remus x Sirius)

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 21,344 words

This is the story of twenty-three year old Remus Lupin, an overworked graduate student and underpaid barista, who comes home one day to find an exceptionally attractive man has broken into his flat. Given the neighborhood he lives in, that isn’t a huge surprise. He is surprised, though, when the burglar comes back with a sofa.

Alternatively, this is the story of how Sirius Black tries to seduce a man by slowly furnishing his flat.

The Hand That Feeds

By: Rollercoasterwords on Ao3

Ship: Dorlene (Dorcas x Marlene)

Chapters: 52/52

Word Count: 235,586 words

This is basically a love-hate, slowburn, angst fic that ends up being cannon- compliant. We know what that means for these two :(

the elysium

By: pixie90smom

Ship: Jegulus (James x Regulus)

Chapters: 7/30

Word Count: 81,218 words

This is a royal/arranged marriage au centered around Jegulus, Nobleflower (Narcissa x Alice), and Wolfstar.

Go follow this writer on tumblr!

Hope you guys find that you like one of these fics :) and tell me your favorite down below! My favorite has to be the elysium. i just love a good royal au <3

[freeuselandonorris]

1, 11, 39, 56 🩷

ty anon!!

1. what was the first piece of furniture you bought?

mmm i’m not sure you know! i’ve always lived in rented, furnished flats so all the big stuff (bed, wardrobe etc) isn’t mine. i think it’s probably my coffee table things? it’s three nested ones w coloured tops, they’re pretty scruffy now and i keep thinking i should replace them w something that has some storage but i never seem to get around to it

11. what's something you saved up for and then regretted buying?

i’ve never saved up for anything in my life, i just buy stuff on a whim and get into debt 💀 BUT if we’re talking big purchases i don’t get enough use out of, a while ago i spent far too much money on those aesthetic bala weights — the wiggly barbell thing and the circular weights — and they’re lovely but they’re way too light for me now, so i don’t use them anymore. i should prob sell them but it’d have to be pickup only and that feels like such a faff.

39. what little treat do you always get when you run errands?

tends to be either a bar of chocolate (cadbury’s fruit and nut is an old favourite), a can of diet coke orrrr some flowers depending on what i feel like most. last week i had an extreme moment of weakness and got a bag of haribo tangfastics which i shouldn’t be eating at all as i’m meant to be vegetarian. afterwards i felt sick and then all the sugar made my skin break out soooo that’s what i get.

56. favourite low effort meal that you make?

answered here!

questions meme for people in their 30s

[johannestevans]

How did/do you choose a decorating theme and color palette for your place?

I want to do something cool with my own place but there are so many options that I don't know where to start.

Just wondering if you have any method or advice you would be willing to share.

For me, in everything, I always start here on the Jolly Roger:

And dial it back just a little.

Originally I was looking at small houses, and now I'm getting an apartment instead - in all instances, the plan for decorating my home was always going to be what I felt most cosy and comfortable.

I abhor bright white walls and pale beiges - in general, any design that might be palatable or easily salable to a real estate agent or someone who works in a office strikes me as anathema to life and soul - but what drives me is far more what I'm drawn to rather than just what I hate.

I personally love rich reds and greens, oranges and browns, and dark yellows and golds - I incorporate a lot of these colours into my wardrobe, and I knew I'd be decorating a space with them too.

For all I jokingly refer to the Jolly Roger, I'm far more drawn to elements of Victorian and Edwardian middle and working class interior design, with some elements taken from the early 20th century up to the interwar period in bachelor's flats, so my style is picking and choosing from furnishings from England and Wales around the 1870s-1920s, which is a massive variety, but limited enough that I can visualise from it.

And then I add the accents and the smaller elements - nautical bits and pieces, sailors and ships, brass anchors and octopus, etc.

My main hall might have more of a blue and white nautical theme than the red and gold of the living room and bedroom, just because that's an easy palette to go for whilst still being nice and welcoming, and I have a lot of blue and white pieces already from where I live now.

I think it's useful to think a lot about what colours you like, but specifically like... which ones make you feel comfortable and cosy, or whatever other emotion you want to feel from your rooms.

Part of the reason I hate white walls so much is because I actually get quite uncomfortable and overstimulated when rooms are very bright, and I'm drawn to Victorian styles because they severely limited natural light, with very little artificial light on that whiter/bright yellow end of the spectrum, and more golden and red tints, which is much easier on the eyes.

As for furniture, I like mine to be solid and to take a lot of wear, thus my attraction to a lot of antique stuff made of heavy woods, as well as my desire for a hard leather chair with good back support and similar sofa and chairs - I can always put blankets over them if I don't like the leather, but leather is easier to clean than upholstery and more hardwearing, too.

What colours do you like, but also, what fabrics, what textures, upholstery? If you're very worried about knocking into furniture or if you're a clumsy sort like me, you might prefer to have dark wood furniture of a solid wood - when you knock into it, it doesn't move, and scratches are easy to cover up.

If you prefer more natural light and an airier room, you might prefer lighter woods, and you might like the flexibility of more modern furniture that you'd be able to buy flatpack - it'll be easier to take apart and exchange or modify, and it'll also be much easier to move around the place if you like to rearrange your furniture regularly, which I don't.

I'm also going to be entertaining regularly as well as working from my home filming interviews and whatever, so having a home where it really fits my personality and my "personal brand" is gonna be great for me professionally, but more importantly like... when I'm hosting friends and loved ones - and coworkers - it'll be in a space that feels very distinctly mine and is an extension of my personality, which features a lot of brocade and damask.

Nicely, you might say that I favour the ornate and the darkly colourful and burnished, that I like vintage styles and antique stylings - more realistically you might say I'm old and crotchety, dated in my preferences, and a vintage gay.

Much as I favour the nautical things and have all sorts of sea creatures and sail ship inspired bits and pieces, you might have a similar favoured aspect of your personality that you'd like reflected - your passion for music or a particular art movement, your favourite books or films, a certain aspect of fashion or architecture, etc.

Whatever you can think of, whatever you end up wanting to reflect in your design tastes, I'm sure you can find some delightful freak who's made a Pinterest board for something similar already!

[decorworks]

Falling for Design: 9 (Super Affordable) Ways to Refresh Your Space for Fall

Decorating for fall on a budget.

It wasn’t always this way, but now fall is probably my favorite of all the seasons. There is so much to love – the colors of the leaves changing, the cute fall clothes, the cooler temperatures. But there’s nothing I love more than the feeling of change that fall brings. I don’t know what it is, but every year around this time I feel the need to move and change (almost) everything around in my house. Does anyone else feel this way? If you’re feeling like a change but don’t have the budget to re-accessorize and re-furnish your entire space, I’ve got 9 affordable ideas for fall decorating I think you’ll love. Including a couple ideas that won’t cost you a single penny!

1. Switch out your throw pillows. Seems simple enough, but changing out your throw pillows can make such a difference. It can shift a color scheme or bring in some texture to a space that otherwise felt flat. Try bringing in some colder season fabrics like fur, velvet, or sherpa (or a combo of all three)! Still need help? Try changing out a linen pillow for a velvet one (like those dreamy velvet pillows in the photo above from Studio Giancarlo Valle) or switching out a bright pink pillow for a deep mustard color.

2. Wrap up with fall-worthy textiles. When I think of fall, I think of cooler evenings spent getting cozy on the couch (or my bed). Having a fuzzy throw nearby to keep you warm or the perfect color rust bedding (like this one from Bed Threads) to give you those fall color vibes are great options for seasonal textiles.

3. Use what you have. One of the easiest (and completely FREE) ways to change up a room is to use what you already have lying around the house. Switch out the rug in your living room for the one in your bedroom and rework the space around a new color scheme. Just because something isn’t new to you, doesn’t mean it won’t feel new in a different space. And note to self: There are many ways to decorate for fall that don’t revolve around colors. Textures can be really important too. Going from a low pile rug with a relatively smooth surface to a high pile rug with plenty of texture and softness can be a game changer under your feet for the season. P.S. How pretty is the space found on Our Food Stories?! That natural light.

4. Bring the outside in. When fall rolls around, I start seeing twigs, dried flowers and even dried grass pop up everywhere. So what better way to embrace the changing season then to decorate with a little bit of nature? A cool vase with some dried flowers on the mantle can bring a lot of texture to a space, and make things feel cozy for fall. Or try something bold and decorate your entire mantle with fall foliage, sticks, candles, etc – like this mantle decor from Anthropologie. This is another one of those fall decorating ideas that could be completely free too, since you can grab most of these materials right outside your door.

5. Repaint your walls! Is the basic builder grey that’s been on your walls since you’ve moved in making you feel like you’re in a rut? Change it up! Be sure to get permission from your landlord if you’re renting. But in most cases, they won’t mind as long as you agree to paint it back to the original color. Try a pop of color or go with a more neutral earth tone, like this one from BloggaiBagis. Either way, a change in color can make a room feel completely new.

6. Refinish an older piece. Is your coffee table begging for an update? Anything is possible with a little bit of paint (or stain) and some elbow grease. Take a stab at repainting a piece of furniture like I did with this entry table or how Leanne Ford painted these wicker chairs (above).

7. Try some new window treatments. This tip is especially easy if you already have curtains hanging! Swapping out curtains can bring some color in and can be pretty affordable if you look in the right places. If you’ve got a sewing machine and can sew a straight line, making new curtains from scratch is a breeze. First, measure the length you you need and cut with an extra 4 inch length. Then, sew a 1/4″ hem on the sides and a 2 in. hem on the top and bottom. I use the curtain clip rings from IKEA to easily swap out curtain panels. The options are endless, but I especially love these mustard velvet curtains (above) from Colombe.

8. DIY some new accent tables. There are some really cool console, side, and coffee table DIYs out there like this amazing DIY wood accent table from Smor. Or the easy terrazzo side table I did a while back.

9. Try some new art. Feeling adventurous? Maybe you’re not the next Picasso (me either), but I willing to bet you can still whip up a cool new piece of art. Pick a few colors that work well within you space and try your hand at some abstract art, like this piece I found over on Remodelista. It’s the home of Kai Avent-deLeon – owner of the concept shop Sincerely, Tommy. By using different brush sizes or just painting random lines you can make a cool piece that is really unique! Or take note from Leanne Ford’s book and paint a canvas all one color for a large scale piece of art. Using gesso and acrylic paint, you can create a textured canvas that, even though it’s just one color, can really make an impact. *I did this a few years ago too, back when I had  huge studio walls to fill, and showed how to stretch your own (really big) canvas in the process, if  you want a guide for getting started: how to stretch a giant canvas by hand. It’s cheaper this way than buying one that’s pre-made and you can make any size you want! You think you’ll try some of these tips out? Let me know in the comments! I’m curious to hear how you are refreshing your space for the fall. Read the full article

[iamlithalethu]

saturday, oct. 23, 2021

I’ve decided to start writing things online. Writing things down doesn’t work anymore. But, I’ve decided I need an outlet to record progress on thoughts, ideas, relationships, etc. Mindlessly living after knowing a life of surety in your thoughts and the way you process them doesn’t make sense. Mindless existence is weird. It’s crippling. And I’ve been crippled for a good chunk of this year. 

I’m lost. 

I don’t understand what’s going on anymore. The month of October has been jarring, to say the least. Everything I thought I knew and wanted doesn’t quite fit anymore. It’s also been a testing month faith-wise. Prayer feels like speaking into an echo chamber. And perhaps I’m praying wrong, but a God who knows your heart surely knows what you mean when you pray to Him, right?

Granted, I haven’t been fully connected to Him. I’ve been distracted with school, maintaining friendships, building a relationship, trying to figure out what the fuck is going to happen next year. It feels like I’m at a standstill. And it feels like I’ve been standing still this entire year. I’ve made no progress I can visually see, and I’m not sure if I’ve made any progress on the inside either. People always say that if God is not changing your external, He’s working on your internal. But what has He been working on? I feel less than stable. I feel flimsy, weak, uncertain. I feel vulnerable. My moods switch up incredibly quickly. One moment, I’m wailing on the floor thinking about how I’m so awfully broke, and then the next I’m dancing around my flat feeling gratitude for having one at all. 

I feel like a failure. I’ve said it time and time again throughout the last week. My final research film has fallen apart. I still have debt backed up from a job I worked; a job I never got paid for and was teased for not doing properly. I try to create, and then I think about this industry. And then I shut down. To be an artist these days, you need your shit to go viral. You need people behind you, sharing your work, commenting on your work, loving your work. And I don’t doubt that I’m loved, but I do doubt my ideas, and their potential to reach people and make them feel things -- so much so that because of these feelings, opportunities just fall into my lap. 

Working on this final film has made me aware of the fact that I never share anything I work on, especially as it pertains to film school. I’ve never made anything I’m completely proud of. Never. And it’s been four years. 

And the one time I want to, the one time I have a story that I want people to hear, it just doesn’t work. And that’s why I’m angry with God, and my circumstances, and my family for not moving mountains so that I can shoot this film in Dainfern and have it happen. This is a film I want to carry with me, and I feel like no one is behind me, not even God. 

It makes me think of the creative projects I want to embark on. I want to start a podcast that helps creative people find opportunities to pursue their dreams (I want to bring my friends on there, have a pretty set, put it on YouTube as well). I want to make TikToks next year when Zizipho and I move surrounding interior design, and furnishing our new place. Hopefully there, I could also eventually move to the YouTube platform, and tour other people’s homes. I also want to do this visual series I’ve had in my head for time, but can’t seem to find the courage to start. 

I’ve been battling with courage a lot lately. Directly, with my cockroach situation in the flat. It’s so weird how creatures so small cripple me so much, to a point where I get stuck in one spot and can’t move. And I can’t seem to shake that it’s just a metaphor for this little chapter I need to write and get through: the things I’m afraid of are minuscule compared to the bigger picture. If I can just put fear aside, there is so much waiting for me. 

But why isn’t God giving me the opportunity to put that fear aside? What inside of me is not done yet?

[wanderchyld]

More PBIO/IOTNBO Theories

Read my theory on Do Heejae and Head Nurse here

Again, note that if I quote anything, it might be a mix of Netflix’s subs and my translation because I know Korean and Netflix tends to miss nuances sometimes so I sometimes ignore their subs or change it another language.

Is Moonyoung an orphan? Probably.

Moonyoung has mentioned twice that she’s an orphan, and… I think she really might be an actual orphan adopted by Go Daehwan and Do Heejae. (Ahem, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz’s Dorothy is an orphan too.)

In ep 1, she told Juri that she’s an orphan and she knew that. Juri replied, "But your mother is alive," before Moonyoung interrupted that she registered her death a long time ago.

Considering that they were friends and fell out before Moonyoung transferred schools (I assume due to her mother’s death and her father landing in the hospital), Moonyoung definitely didn’t confide in Juri about what happened to her parents. Juri didn’t know Do Heejae died. Then how would Juri know Moonyoung’s an orphan if Moonyoung meant she became an orphan from Do Heejae’s and Go Daehwan’s soul’s deaths? Moonyoung probably told Juri she’s an orphan when they were still friends.

In ep 11, Netflix subbed her words to Sangin as "Family? I’m an orphan," but the original words are actually, "Family? I’m originally an orphan." Dun dun dun~

Someone (I forgot who and when) said Go Daehwan built the house to celebrate Moonyoung’s birth and for his wife to focus on her writing. Only Moonyoung knows the accuracy of this information. In ep 6, when Moonyoung told Sangtae the Bluebeard story, she voiced over a flashback of Go Daehwan showing a woman around the house (which strangely looked already lived in, completely furnished and decorated with full shelves), but her stomach was flat and they were not carrying a baby. She was also wearing heels; no pregnant Asian would wear heels even in the first term.

Now, let’s take a look at Sangtae’s collection of Moonyoung’s books. (He has 2 copies of Moonyoung’s bestsellers or his favourites of her books! 1 for keeping and 1 for his drawings. How cute is that ❤️)

Left to right: "The Boy Who Fed on Nightmares", "The Anglerfish’s Grip", "Even If It’s Money, Oh? Mummy", "The Ugly Dog’s Child", "The Girl Who Rode The Wooden Horse", "The Cheerful Dog"

Technically, 머니머니해도 어? 머니 (Even If It’s Money, Oh? Mummy) translates to Even If It’s Money, Oh? Money but “어? 머니” is a play of words on mother. When you put these 2 words together, it’s 어머니 or mother. The cover also has a mother and child to confirm the word play.

Why isn’t it "Oh! Mummy" and not "Oh? Mummy" like they’re unsure about the mother?

Back to ep 1, Sangtae was playing an ep of Dooly.

The particular scene played was of a conversation between Dooly and his guardian Go Kil Dong, where Dooly said he decided he would love Go Kil Dong.

The point: Dooly’s an orphan and he loves Go Kildong. Moonyoung told Sangtae, in ep 9, that she likes the character Go Kildong too.

There have been some mentions that Moonyoung looked like her mother and that she’s as beautiful as her. But maybe Moonyoung’s birth parents are beautiful too? Lol

Moonyoung’s obedience and abandonment issue

Moonyoung has always known she’s an orphan. When a child is adopted, it is natural they feel insecure and become afraid of being abandoned. Balmain’s creative director Olivier Rousteing mentioned an interview that he was adopted and grew up with a lot of love from his adoptive parents, but he still had that insecurity and was afraid they would send him away so he worked very hard to be good since he was young.

Moonyoung must have felt the same, and I’m betting Do Heejae used abandonment against little Moonyoung so she would be obedient to her.

What else could cause excited little Moonyoung to be mean to Kangtae in a split moment with her mother? By that age, most kids would have felt comfortable talking back to or disobeying their parents even just a little, and the parents would allow it sometimes (even my 4-year-old cousin started at 3). But little Moonyoung couldn’t even assert herself.

There have been hints that Moonyoung has abandonment issues and it is embedded in her brain that children have to be obedient to their parents or they would be abandoned.

1. What she said to Kangtae in ep 3 caused Kangtae to be got offended by her objectification, however, it really reflects on what she thinks about the parent-child relationship.

“Children dump their parents when they pass their expiration date and reek a rotten smell. Parents embrace the children who often behave cutely, and dump the stupid and useless child.”

(These are Moonyoung’s actual words. I know Netflix translated differently but this explains better why Kangtae was so offended he had to get off the car.)

2. In ep 7, Director Oh read Go Daehwan’s files to look into the family’s relationship. In one session, he mentioned that Moonyoung was obedient to her mother.

Had insomnia for 3 days. Said his daughter is so scary he couldn’t sleep. Then he smiled and described his daughter as pretty like her mother. Seems to have ambivalent description of daughter. When asked if his daughter is good-natured, he questioned whether a daughter who is obedient to her mother is good-natured. When I answered I’m not sure, he doesn’t say anything and stared out the window. . . . Session ended as he looked tired.

So obedient that if her mother told her to do bad things, she would do it.

3. She felt abandoned when she learnt Juri didn’t want just one friend.

4. She has a book (The Ugly Dog’s Child) named after The Ugly Duckling which is about a baby swan born into a family of ducks that felt unwanted by practically everyone (ducks, geese, etc.) before a bevy of swans accepted him.

Fun note: The Ugly Dog’s Child is a wordplay. Just remove 1 character and it's The Ugly Son of a Bitch. 😆

Go Daehwan’s deal

Here are some things Go Daehwan has said about Moonyoung and Do Heejae.

To Juri in ep 1:

“If Moonyoung comes… die.”

This could be interpreted in 2 ways:

He would die because Moonyoung would kill him. (Juri’s interpretation)

Moonyoung would die.

This scene comes after the horrible dad tried to kill his daughter thinking it would protect her. This insinuates that Go Daehwan tried to kill little Moonyoung to protect her.

To Head Nurse:

“She’s so pretty, just like an angel. Moonyoung’s mother.”

To Director Oh:

“My wife? She’s very intellectual and elegant. She loved our daughter terribly. Very terribly.”

A conversation with Director Oh:

Go Daehwan: She’s the same as that woman. Everyone’s deceived by that woman. A devil lives under that angelic face.

Director Oh: Every human has good and bad traits.

Go Daehwan: That woman is a monster. She killed someone. I’m telling you, she killed someone. Director Oh: Where is that monster?

Go Daehwan: I killed her. I’m sure I killed her but she came back. She came to kill me. She’s going to kill me.

Go Daehwan’s condition corrupts his memories, so he has been mixing Do Heejae and Moonyoung up. This condition may have caused him a mental breakdown too when Moonyoung was little. 

Earlier, Director Oh suspected Go Daehwan strangled Moonyoung at the hospital because he mistook her for someone else (Do Heejae).

Park Ok Ran told Head Nurse that Othello killed his wife because of a misunderstanding.

I’m guessing…

Do Heejae found out she killed Do Heejae so he killed her.

Moonyoung was seen by the lake with a woman drowning. Maybe he thought Moonyoung was the culprit.

He realised Do Heejae was grooming Moonyoung to be a mini-me, so he tried to kill her to release her from Do Heejae’s clutches and prevent her from becoming worse. (Remember he questioned whether a child is good-natured if she was obedient to her mother.)

The Anglerfish’s Grip might be based on Do Heejae’s obsessive control over Moonyoung.

End.

I have no idea how this links to Head Nurse aka Do Heejae’s sister if it’s true.

I have another theory but let’s see what happens in this weekend’s eps 😅

Random note: The Anglerfish’s Grip was a little hard to translate. 손, 아귀 directly translates to "hand, anglerfish" but when the 2 words are read together, 손아귀 translates to "grip." The book cover has an anglerfish (the book Kangtae picked up in ep 1 in the meeting room) so I translated it as The Anglerfish’s Grip.

[nickysurfer28]

Summary: Chris wants an official date with you. Will you say yes? And what happens during your newest dream with him?

Word count:over 1k

Warning ⚠️: 18+only smut,sex,group action,etc.

Characters: Dr.Nicky Ransom x Chris Evans , Denise Ames (cousin),Tim,Judith.

Chapter 10:

You wake in an unfamiliar room, and it takes you a moment to get your bearings.

Right. I fell asleep at Chris’s house. He must have put me to bed. It’s no surprise a house this size has a guest room.

You cast your eyes around the elegantly furnished room.

This is.. gorgeous. My interior design skills place in comparison!

Images from last nights dream flood your mind , and a fresh pang of arousal makes you gasp. You stare up at the ceiling, your body throbbing with frustrated desire.

I’m in Chris’s house. In Chris’s bed.

You slide a hand down your body, your skin tingling deliciously in its wake.

It wouldn’t be so wrong to give myself a little relief, would it? I should... pick up where my dream left off.

You slip your fingers between your legs, finding yourself slick and swollen.

That was a hell of a dream...

You close your eyes, remembering the feel of Chris’s mouth on you.

“Mmm...” Nicky moaned.

You circle your fingers faster, plucking at a nipple with your other hand.

So close...so close..

You piston two fingers inside yourself, then a third, imagining Chris’s hard cockiness their place.

“Oh!” Nicky squealed.

Climax surges through your body like an electrical current. Fully spent, you lay back against the pillows, panting.

And I’ll totally be thinking about that next time I see Chris. Great idea, self.

You slip out bed with a sigh. Your legs warble as you stand, your head swimming dizzily.

Ugh. Guess that’s what I get for staying up late. I’d do it all over again, though.

You look down at yourself and laugh.

And it’s no wonder my brain conjured a ball as I slept!

You straighten yourself up as a best you can, and you see a pair of shorts, and a man’s shirt laid out for you.

Chris is really thoughtful, huh.

After you change ,you head out into the hallway.

All right. Let’s see...

Doors lead off on either side of the hall. You try each in turn, revealing a series of rooms that look to have been rarely if ever used. You head back into the study.

We had a drink, we danced, I fell asleep, and he put me to bed. Nothing else happened between us last night. Certainly nothing sexual.

Your ears pick up the faint strains of music, and you follow it into an elegant parlor. Chris sits at a grand piano, his fingers moving gracefully over the keys. He looks up as you enter.

“Good morning.” Chris answered warmly.

“Good morning to you,too.” Nicky answered.

You watch him play for a moment.

“Wow, you’re .. very talented.” Nicky answered.

“Thank you.” Chris answered.

He chuckles, his fingers effortlessly gliding over the keys even as he speaks to you.

The song he’s playing sounds familiar.

“Apologies. I know classical music isn’t always everyone’s favorite.” Chris answered.

“No, it’s beautiful. You play so well.” Nicky answered.

“You’re too kind. Many don’t particularly appreciate this music nowadays.” Chris answered.

Chris smiles sadly as he plays.

Wait, the song is on the tip of my tongue.

“Well, Mozart is pretty palatable for anyone.” Nicky answered.

Chris smiles, his eyes alight with surprise and happiness.

“You know the piece?” Chris answered.

“Yeah. That’s his Sonata in B-flat major, right?” Nicky answered.

“It is.” Chris answered.

His lifting, hypnotic voice lets out a quiet chuckle.

“Very impressive.” Chris answered with a smile.

You feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment, but you smile back.

“Not as impressive as your playing.” Nicky answered.

“I take it you like classical music?” Chris answers.

“Doesn’t everyone?” Nicky answered. “So... who’s your favorite classical composer?”.

“Chopin. Definitely.” Chris answered.

Chris smiles, his eyes sparkling in the dim light. It’s the same smile Chris of you dream wore as he pushed your skirt up around your hips. Your pulse races.

“Ah. You slept well, I hope?” Chris answered.

“Um.”Nicky answered. Focus, Nicky! I have to...keep my cool.

You take a calming breath.

“I slept great. The bed was crazy comfortable.” Nicky answered. “Your guest room is beautiful, by the way.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you had a restful sleep.” Chris answered.

You have no idea.

“I did.” Nicky answered.

Chris nods.

“I’m glad. I’m afraid that room doesn’t see much use. And I’m sorry about your costume.” Chris answered. “I can’t imagine it was comfortable to sleep in, but I thought it best to- ah- leave it on you. I hope that was the right decision.”

An unwelcome tingle of arousal makes you shiver.

“Definitely the right decision.” Nicky answered.

Is the man trying to kill me?

You clear you throat , shaking the sexy thoughts from your mind.

“Sorry I just kind of ... fell asleep on you last night.” Nicky answered.

Chris laughs.

“You clearly have no head for drink.” Chris answered.

“It’s more a factor of usually being in bed well before midnight!” Nicky answered.

“Ah. I fear I can’t relate. I’ve always been a bit of an insomniac myself.” Chris answered.

“Have you spoken to your primary physician about that?” Nicky answered.

Chris arches an elegant brow.

“Right. None of my doctory beeswax.” Nicky answered.

“No. But I’m touched that you care.” Chris answered.

“I’m....glad you think so. Because I know it can be kind of annoying.”Nicky answered.

“It’s not.” Chris answered. “It’s nice having you here. I don’t usually have company in the mornings.”

Your eyes flick over to the heavy drapes blocking out the morning sun.

Poor Chris . I hate that I have to rush out on him.

“Thank you for having me, but...I should get going. It’s a workday for me. I need to get home and get ready for my appointments.” Nicky answered.

Chris raises from the piano.

“Won’t you stay just a bit longer?” Chris answered.

“Chris...”Nicky answered.

“Just a cup of coffee. What do you say?” Chris answered.

You go over your morning schedule in your head.

Coffee wouldn’t take long. I could spend a little more time with Chris and still get ready in time for work.

“I have time for coffee.” Nicky answered.

You let out a laugh of surprise as Chris pulls you into abrupt hug and then follow him into the kitchen.

The room is just as dim grey as it was before, but it seems less gloomy with Chris inside. He bypasses the coffee pot and pulls a French press out of an otherwise empty cabinet.

“You would be that bougie!” Nicky answered with a smile.

“A man needs to have standards.” Chris answered.

You drink your coffee slowly, talking about nothing in particular and enjoying each other’s company.

Is this what dating Chris would be like? Spending every morning with a sweet, gorgeous man who makes me fancy coffee? That doesn’t sound bad at all.

The time passes quickly, and soon you really do have to go.

You summon a ride, and Chris escorts you to the front door as the driver approaches.

“Thank you for spending the morning with me, Nicky.” Chris answered.

“We should do it again sometime.” Nicky answers.

You press a soft kiss to Chris’s cheek.

“Goodbye, Chris . I’ll see you around.” Nicky answers.

He takes your hand before you can open the door.

“Can we do it again?” Chris answered. “After spending last night chasing donations, I feel like I owe you a real date. Only if you’d be interested, of course. I wouldn’t want to presume-“.

“Chris... I’d love to go on a real date with you.” Nicky answered. “Later this week?”.

He smiles , and you feel a rush of lightheadedness that has nothing to do with your lack of sleep.

“That would be perfect.” Chris answered with a smile.

You reach for the door again,

“Wait!” Chris answered.

“Chris, I really have to-“ Nicky answered. The words are muffled as Chris presses his lips to yours. His kiss is chaste, but desire courses through your veins all the same. You wind you arms around his neck, kissing him fervently. His tongue plays at the seam of your lips, and you part them eagerly for him, greeting his tongue with your own.

“Mmm..”Nicky moaned.

He holds you close, his body flush against yours as he kisses you hungrily. You moan, content for the moment to stretch on forever... and jump as a horn blast communicates your ride’s impatience. You step out of Chris’s arms, your cheeks burning.

“You make it hard to leave, I’ll give you that.” Nicky answered.

“Then don’t leave.” Chris answered.

“I have to. See you soon?”Nicky answered.

Chris nods resignedly, and you give him one last kiss before slipping out the door.

After your final appointment that afternoon, a sudden burst of motivation carries you to your storage room.

This is where I’ve kept all of Clare’s things since she died. It hurts too much to look at them.

Now you unpack box after box, examining the priceless treasures within.

Clare’s sketchbooks. Her paintings . Her high school yearbooks....

You open a photo album to a shot of you, Clare, and Denise looking happy and carefree, and you smile wistfully.

If only .... I’d been old enough to help Clare. I didn’t understand at the time just how vulnerable she was. If I had , maybe I could have saved her from Adrian.

And you think of the man who ruined at all. Clare’s boyfriend . The love of her life, supposedly.

Adrian. His name was Adrian.

For a man you never met, Adrian has cast a long shadow over your life.

He took Clare from us, and he became my symbol for everything to avoid in life: dependency, need, lack of control... it’s why all my relationships have been so superficial. But now, with Chris...

Your cheeks warm as you remember the kiss this morning.

He’s not like anyone else I’ve ever met. Clare’s art should never have been gathering dust in here. It should be displayed all through the house to honor her memory.

You select a dozen canvases, and set them aside to take to a framer. Your phone vibrates with a text from Denise .

*text messages*

“Huge portrait exhibit at the museum this weekend! Wanna come with me and Tim?” Denise text.

“That sounds...fun.” Nicky text.

“I haven’t been to the museum in ages. Count me in.” Nicky text.

“YAAAAYY! Denise text.

“You should invite Chris, too. Art museums can be romantic..;). “ Denise text.

It sounds like Denise been spending too much time with Judith.

“You know what? That sounds like a great idea.” Nicky text.

*end of text messages*

You agree on a time and shoot a message to Chris.

It’s time to focus on the future.

A future that might just include a relationship with Chris Evans.

When you’re done with work on Friday, you feel utterly exhausted.

I’m excited to go to a museum with everyone..especially Chris.

That thought clings to you as drift off to sleep.

*dream sequence **

You’re in a museum, full of statues depicting knights in shining armor in battle.

I’m lucid dreaming again.

You walk up to one of the suits of armor.

“Hello there.” Nicky answered.

The knight tilts his head at you in acknowledgment.

“Oh, wow.” Nicky answered in shock.

Then, you notice all the knights shift to look at you.

“This is strange... but I’m not frightened.” Nicky answered.

“Is that wise.” Chris answered.

With a gasp, you whirl around to face the voice.

“Chris! What are you doing here? Our date isn’t until tomorrow.” Nicky answered in shock.

He steps closer to you and reaches out, stroking your cheek.

Then, everything shifts.

“A battlefield?”Nicky answered.

You turn around and see Chris dressed in knight’s clothing. Shadows of the knights close in on you, and Chris draws a sword.

“Give us the girl.” Knight answered.

“Never.” Chris answers.

Chris swings his sword and fights them off, moving smoothly and gracefully, almost like a dance.

“Chris! Watch out!” Nicky yelled.

He heads your warning, easily dodging around the knights. The battle stills, and Chris turns back to you.

“Are you frightened, Nicky?” Chris answered.

You barely need to think about the question.

“No.” Nicky answered. “I’m not afraid of you.”

He drops his sword and strides over to you. The defeated knights circle in, keeping their distance as they watch you both.

“You should be.” Chris answered.

Chris strokes your face with his hand, smearing mud across your cheek.

“Too bad for you.” Nicky answered.

He growls, wrapping an arm around your waist and hugging you close to his body. The force of it sends a thrill through you. Then, he claims your mouth in a heated, possessive kiss. You surrender to him easily, melting into his touch.

“Nicky...” Chris answered.

You feel the muddied ground on your feet, but you don’t care. You tug him closer, and he begins to lower you to the ground. Dirt and mud surround you as he claims your mouth with an animalistic want.

“The knights are still watching us.” Nicky answered.

“Does that bother you, Nicky?” Chris answered. “Does it bother you that I want to take you here, for all of them to see?”

“...yes.” Nicky answered blushing. “It... it does. It’s embarrassing.

Chris smiles fondly.

“Adorable.” Chris answered.

He pushes you further into the mud and you feel it cushion you, wet and filthy.

“I want you, Nicky.” Chris answered. “I want them all to see us.”

Desire courses through you, filling every inch of your body.

“What do you want, Nicky?” Chris answered.

You swallow, feeling the mud in hair, dirtying your clothes. The knights look on.

“Chris...I want you to fuck me here for all to see.” Nicky answered.

Chris growls, crashing his mouth to yours. You moan into him, and he takes advantage of your open mouth to plunge his tongue inside you. He explores your mouth like a man starved.

“Too many clothes..” Nicky answered.

He grunts and tears your clothes off as if they were made of paper. You gasp, your nipples hardening as they meet the cold air.

“C-Chris....” Nicky whispers.

“Are they watching, Nicky?” Chris answered.

You look to the side and see the knights are even closer than before, watching every move.

“Y-yes.” Nicky answered.

“Good.” Chris answered.

Chris takes his cock out and rubs it over your exposed, wet entrance.

“Oh, God.” Nicky squealed.

“So wet, Nicky.” Chris answered.

Then, without ceremony, he plunges into you. Groaning, he takes you roughly, his thrusts fast and hard as he pumps his cock in and out of you. Frantically, you move your hips to meet his hard thrusts, desperate for more friction.

“God, Nicky.” Chris answered

You moan, looking around to see the knights around you, their cocks hard in their trousers.

“They’re watching, Chris.” Nicky answered.

“I want them to see more of you.” Chris answered.

He pulls out of you and you whimper.

“I want you on your hands and knees, Nicky. I want them to see your face as I take you.” Chris answered.

“Chris...take me from behind.” Nicky answers.

Chris flips you over easily, exposing your ass to him. Mud is everywhere, wet and squelching. You look up, seeing the knights stroking their cocks as they watch.

“Look how beautiful you are, Nicky. They can’t help themselves.” Chris answered.

He pushes you into the mud so your ass is up in air, his thrusts just as merciless as before. Then he plunges into you again, and you scream in pleasure. The knights watch as they stroke themselves, faster and faster.

“Are you going to come, Nicky?”Chris answered.

“Y-yes. Oh, God, yes.” Nicky answered.

“Come, then.” Chris answered.

He thrusts harder, faster , until all you can do is scream his name.

“Chris...Chris!” Nicky answered.

And just like that, you come undone.

“Nicky....” Chris answered.

The knights around you all finished just as Chris comes inside you, spilling his hot seed everywhere. You collapse on the ground, and he lays himself on top of you. You’re both panting,exhausted and sated. You both lay there in the mud, filthy and sated.

“You did beautifully, Nicky.” Chris answered.

Chris kisses your neck gently, and you moan.

“You deserve to be treated like a princess after that.” Chris answered.”which is exactly what we’ll do.”

“What do you mean?” Nicky answered.

And just like that, the mud and dirty battleground disappear. You find yourself pristine,dressed like royalty.

“What?” Nicky answered in shock.

And then Chris appears, dressed like a gentleman.

“Hello, your highness.” Chris answered.

He gives you a bow, and then you see them. A second Chris, identically gorgeous.

“Are you ready to be treated like a princess?” Chris answered.

*end of dream sequence *

@denisemarieangelina @joannaliceevans-fanficblog @daliaevans @waywardodysseys @pine-fresh-kirk @jtargaryen18 @et-lesailes @patzammit @katiew1973 @thatgirly81 @mizcaptainphoenix @deidrashouseofpain @ohmy-captain @what-is-your-plan-today @star-spangled-beard-burn @worksby-d @wintrcaptn @captain-rogers-beard @comebackandhauntme21 @jms358 @captainchrisstan @captainchrisfics @branflakes82 @nbarnes @amazonx @americasass91 @thatsxamericasxass @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @enigma2112 @bellaireland1981 @brilliantkey @trishevans @littlefiercequeen @princess-evans-addict @shellbilee @nomadevans82 @artemisrogersbarnes @artisticrogers1972 @kellyn1604 @kelbabyblue @kailyndavillier @bit-of-a-timelord @southerngracela @denissjmaddox @whiskey-cokenfanfic @kayteewritessteve @imanuglywombat @mery-be @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho @shadowcatsworld

[sweetness47]

The Bodyguard

Pairing Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

This is for the following:

@spndeanbingo – fake dating

@spnabobingo – Alpha for hire

@spnkinkbingo – clothes sharing

@spngenrebingo – playing pretend

FINAL WORD COUNT: 5708

Warnings: MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY!!! Smut, knotting, heat, rut, ABO, mentions of arranged marriage, mob themes, dark themes etc… POSSIBLE TRIGGERS!!!

Summary: You have become a bargaining chip, and your Uncle expects you to arrive at the intended destination ASAP on your own, ‘intact’.

YN swallowed hard as she stood at the entrance of the tall building, wondering if she was doing the right thing. People travel alone all the time, right? Except most of them probably weren’t allergic to suppressants like she was. Without the safety of her home, she was pretty much doomed. And even though her heat was due soon, she wasn’t being given a choice in this trip, she had to travel across the continent just to marry some stranger, and saying no wasn’t an option. If she backed out or didn’t arrive on time, or if she wasn’t still a virgin when she arrived, then her younger sister would be sold to whoever she was supposed to wed, and YN would never let that happen.

She entered the building and walked to the elevator, pushed the button marked with 16, and waited. She’d heard of people hiring Alphas for lots of things, but not as a travel companion. Rumors were this one was the best, strong and more than qualified to handle any situation. She hoped he would accept the money she’d saved up, because it was all she had.

The office was easy to find, and the door said, “Come in”, so she did. YN gave a whistle of appreciation as she was greeted with bright yellow walls contrasted with rich mahogany flooring. Tasteful art pieces placed subtly here and there accented the cream colored sofa and the equally stunning mahogany desk. No one currently seemed to occupy said desk, or the office for that matter, which left YN wondering if she had gotten the office hours wrong, until she heard the whoosh of water behind the closed door on her right. She turned to see a tall man with sandy blonde hair exit the washroom, and heat crept up her face, staining her cheeks bright crimson. He stopped when he saw her blush and look downward to the floor.

“I’m sorry for just walking in,” she said.

“Don’t be. The sign does say ‘come in’. My name’s Dean,” he said, extending his hand to hers.

“YN.” She took the hand he offered. His grip was warm and strong, and his smile made her heart flip. She pushed the thought away, mentally scolding herself for the images that popped up in her mind.

Dean motioned for her to sit, then he joined her. “So, what brings a young, beautiful Omega such as yourself to my office?”

YN felt her cheeks grow warm once more. “I need an escort, well, more specifically, I need an alpha to protect me while I travel across the country. It’s a long, dangerous trip by train, and I don’t have suppressants.”

Dean raised a brow. “No suppressants?”

“I’m allergic to them. I’ve tried all different kinds, but never found one that didn’t give me hives or worse. My mother finally had to arrange with my school to keep me locked in a room for my heats. I need you to stay near me at all times, lend me your clothes, your scent, and your strength.”

Dean nodded in understanding. “Your heat is going to come on the trip.” She confirmed and he frowned. “Why can’t you do the trip after your heat is done?”

He swore he saw a tear blur her E/C eyes, so he stood and cut off whatever she was about to say. “Never mind, it’s none of my business. I’ll do it.”

She looked incredulously at him. “But we haven’t discussed your fee.”

He waved her off. “We can discuss fees after. I don’t have a set rate or anything.”

She furrowed her brow at the lie. She had struggled to come up with what she had to offer, and it wasn’t even close to his usual rate. Her sources had said he always took payment in advance. Here though, he was doing the exact opposite.

His voice cut into her thoughts. “When do we leave?”

“Is four hours enough time?” she asked.

Dean nodded. “We have to stop by my place to grab some stuff, then call my brother to come pick up my car and watch my office. Let’s get going.”

The drive to his flat was brief. He talked to his brother while he packed, then returned ten minutes later ready to go. They drove to the train station and were met by an equally handsome tall brunette, who YN assumed was Dean’s brother, since it appeared he knew the man. After some brief conversation, Sam took the car, and both Dean and YN headed to the train for boarding. YN had booked a private compartment, completely furnished with a large bed, sofa, and private washroom. Dean stored their luggage and took out some scent blockers, ones he could hang on the wall. They themselves were odorless, but absorbed other scents exceptionally well.

He watched her settle in as best as she could, her scent gracing the air, though faded, and it began to play with his mind as his nostrils took in the smell of apple pie. He fought to regain the control that threatened to slip from his grasp, even as his eyes flashed red. Fuck, if this was a sample of things to come, it was going to be a long, long trip.

“I’m going to get us some food and water. Wait here. Don’t answer the door for anyone. I will knock twice, then use the key. Do you understand? Don’t talk to anyone.”

YN nodded, and Dean left, making sure the door was locked tight before heading to the food car. He left her his jacket and shirt so she could have his scent, taking a fresh tee out of his bag to wear. He eyed the food choices before grabbing two bottles of water and two sandwiches. The cashier shot him a weird glance. “I’m really hungry.” He said to the girl at the till.

“Actually he bought that for me,” a voice interrupted from behind Dean.

“Well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” Dean greeted the other man warmly. “I didn’t know they let riff-raff on these things.”

His friend looked amused. “They must, how else would you be here?”

Both men laughed and made small talk as Dean paid for the food and walked with the other man to a smaller compartment. Once inside, they sealed the door shut, and the real conversation began.

“So, I got your message from Sam, now you need to tell me what the hell is going on Dean.”

Dean’s face grew serious. “I need your help with a case Benny.”

Benny chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, as was his nature. “Bit off more than you can chew eh? You know I don’t ‘knot’ around. My wife would kill me.”

Dean shook his head. “It’s not that kind of job. This more protection detail. But she’s not telling me the whole story, so I need extra eyes and ears out there.”

Benny nodded. “That I can do ‘mon ami’. What do we know?”

Dean shrugged. “Not much. She walked into my office 5 hours ago, said she needed to hire me for my scent, wear my clothes, like I was her Alpha.”

Benny’s eyebrows shot up as Dean relayed what he knew, and what he’d picked up from her reactions thus far. “Sounds like she’s being forced or sold to pay a debt.” Dean nodded.

“I need you to find out everything you can Benny, quietly. YN is scared and worried, considering she’s risking her life to travel during her heat. We need to help.”

His friend nodded. “I’ll start right away Dean. Be careful my friend. This reeks of mobster or Mafia business.”

Dean patted his friend on the shoulder. “You too Benny.”

They opened the door and kissed as lovers would. It was a common cover they used when working a case together. It allowed them to go around unnoticed. The two never did anything beyond kissing, but no one else knew that. Dean made his way back to the private compartment, knocked twice, then used his key to get in.

The overwhelming scent of apple pie assaulted his nostrils, fresh baked a la mode to be exact. Dean’s eyes went red, and he turned away so YN couldn’t see them.

“Need. Alpha. Please.” Her mind couldn’t form coherent thought as she struggled to relay her need.

Dean took a deep breath and took his jacket off the chair. He walked over to the young Omega, drenched in sweat, and placed it near her. He moved to leave when she grabbed his arm, her eyes glassy and filled with an unspoken request. He knew what she wanted, but he wouldn’t do that without her consent, consent given when she wasn’t struggling with fever and half dazed. Instead, he lay down beside her, and allowed YN to scent him, breathe him in.

She calmed down somewhat, falling asleep both from exhaustion and from the relief she got. The scent bond they’d just formed calmed her down for now, but Dean wondered if it would be enough, considering this was still day 1, and if today was any indication, this was going to be hell for him. They slept, mostly without incident, only disturbed by the occasional moan. The dawn brought a higher fever, and that was a concern. That usually meant one of two things: either her body was going into shock, or her body realized he was her soulmate. He closed his eyes and breathed her scent again, and sure enough, the fresh apple pie a la mode was still there.

Fuck!

Never, in a million years, had he imagined having another chance at love after Lisa passed. The never had any pups, and their life together had been taken far too quickly. She was the reason he never tried dating, never did anything even remotely related to finding another mate. He put himself out as an Alpha for hire so he could help people without the emotional attachment.

Until now.

Until this young Omega entered his life.

Dean left the bed and changed into fresh clothes, placing his used underwear on the pillow beside her. Yeah, it was weird and unsanitary, but she needed his scent, and his shorts provided the strongest source. He checked her fever once more before quietly leaving the room and seeking out food, and of course, Benny, who was a workaholic when not at home. He found his friend and bent to kiss him before taking the seat across from him.

“Morning sunshine, sleep well?”

Benny grunted. “Funny. Fucking hilarious actually.”

Dean chuckled. “Well, next time get a bigger room and I’d be able to stay longer.” He winked at Benny, smirking at his friend’s amused expression.

“Bite me, Alpha.” Came Benny’s reply.

They laughed and ate together, then headed to Benny’s compartment for some alone time. Once they were certain they were alone, and away from prying eyes, the real questions began.

Benny spoke first. “It’s worse than our original assumptions. YN is being sold to Castiel, yes that Castiel, to pay off her uncle’s debts. Her parents died some years ago, leaving her and her younger sister in the Uncle’s care. The bastards are using the younger sister as bait, saying if YN doesn’t hold up the deal, then the 12-year-old sister will be used to settle the debt.”

Dean wanted to throw up. His eyes went dark. “I knew they were scum, that’s low, even for Castiel. I assume the sister is being kept somewhere safe?”

Benny nodded. “She’s at Castiel’s mansion, so far unharmed, and will remain so as long as YN keeps her promise.”

Dean couldn’t hold back the low growl that escaped his lips. Benny shot his friend an amused look. “Thought you’d sworn off feelings Dean.”

“This is different man. YN is my soulmate.” Benny’s jaw dropped to the ground. “Yeah, I know. How often do you get a second chance at true love?”

“So you and she…?”

Dean shook his head. “No, she’s been ok with my scent so far, but she’s getting worse. Send word to Sam. I want him and Bobby to meet us there. Bring the cavalry. Plan B-12.”

Benny near choked on his drink. “Holy Shit Dean! You’re seriously risking war with Castiel?”

Dean all but glared at his friend, and Benny held up his hands in surrender. “Fine, you’re the boss. I’ll make the necessary arrangements.”

Dean opened the compartment door as the two exchanged a deep passionate kiss. The four passengers in the hall at that moment seemed uninterested in the couple, which was exactly how they wanted it.

He returned to YN’s compartment to find the entrance blocked by two young bucks, and the scent of YN’s heat, the scent that had lured the two Alphas.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” Dean asked, firm but politely.

“Buzz off!”

Dean grabbed the collar of the first man and knocked him flat on his ass, out like a light. The second charged at Dean, but met the same fate as his friend. He sent Benny a quick text, then went in to check on YN. The moment he entered and shut the door, her eyes flashed gold, and she looked at him.

“Alpha!” she pleaded.

Dean’s eyes went scarlet as the scent of her heat broke through his defenses. In mere seconds he had crossed the room, removing his shirt and shoes along the way. He lay beside her and captured her lips with his, tongues dancing and mating. He made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, the one covering her small frame, and captured a nipple with his teeth. YN moaned, grinding her hips against his thigh, desperate for more. Dean had his jeans and shorts off in a blink of an eye, and her panties as well. Then he was there, seeking entrance, his hard cock sliding into her tight hole. He broke her barrier and bottomed out as the tip hit her cervix. Then he moved, pulling out, then thrusting back in, and she cried his name as her first climax slammed through her body. He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t a monster. His pace was relentless, drawing out three more orgasms from YN before he felt his knot swell, filling her with ropes of white hot cum. Her fever broke instantly as the knot stretched and filled YN, and for the first time since the train left the station, she visibly relaxed and slept.

Dean kept himself propped on his elbows so as not to squash her while he waited for his knot to deflate. Then he carefully got up and went to clean off. Once that was finished, he brought over a cloth for YN, who was beginning to stir, so she could clean off as well. She looked from him, to the cloth, then to her current state of undress, realization dawning as her hand shot to her apex, finding the evidence she feared most. Then her hand shot to her neck, but she frowned upon finding nothing there.

“No mark? You didn’t want me?” she asked, tears welling in her eyes.

Dean was immediately at her side, gathering her into his arms, both forgetting their lack of clothing for the moment. “Sweetheart, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. But you passed out when your fever broke, and I’m too much of a gentleman to mark you while you’re unconscious.”

She blushed, then she let out a string of curses. “Oh no, my…” she started, but her eyes shot to Dean, then down at her body. “What have I done?”

She buried her face in his shoulder, Dean stroking her hair as she sobbed. “I know everything YN, who you are, why you’re going across the country, and I know about your sister.” She looked up at him. “I’m working to free her, thus freeing you.”

“But how? If anyone tries to interfere, he will hurt her or worse! I can’t let that happen!” she panicked.

“I won’t let anything happen to her. I promise. Trust me, ok? I’m very good at what I do, and this ain’t my first rodeo.”

She nodded and reached up to kiss his cheek. “I do trust you.” She said. “By the way, thank you for helping with my heat.”

“Your welcome YN. It was my pleasure.”

They laughed at that, but the moment quickly became heated as their lips found each other once more. Her tongue found its way inside his mouth, seeking its mate, and Dean was more than happy to comply. He felt his rut hit then, and knew he was done for. He growled as he shed his clean boxers, needing to be inside her once more. He slid in easily, filling her, and this time he drove hard, and she met him pound for pound. It was quick, and both Alpha & Omega came together, YN crying out as Dean’s knot filled her, swelling as it deposited ropes of cum into her belly. He lowered his head then and sank his incisors into her scent gland, claiming her as his, He dragged his tongue over the mark after, kissing it then kissing her.

She was his now. There was no way she would ever belong to Castiel. YN was a mixed bag of emotions, but happy and sated as she exchanged nibbles and small kisses with her Alpha. They rolled over, so Dean was laying with his back on the mattress, and YN was straddling him, and blanketing him with her body. They napped, waking a few hours later to beeping from Dean’s phone. His knot deflated, he gently moved her off him and went to check his message while YN cleaned up.

When YN exited the washroom, she came across Dean frowning. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

Dean sighed. “My brother managed to get the layout of Castiel’s home, and it’s quite extensive. I also got a text from my associate, he’s on the train in a different compartment. He managed to get my team together to get your sister out, but they were detained while trying to leave for the rendezvous. I’m not sure how, but I’d swear that bastard found out my plans somehow.”

“But my sister…!”

Dean calmed her down. “I promised you and your sister safety, and I meant it. One of my team is an ex cop with lots of connections. She’ll get them to the meeting point. We just have to give her some time. Trust me.”

She did. She trusted him completely. She finished getting dressed while Dean sent a few messages back and then cleaned himself up and got dressed. About 20 minutes later, there was two knocks, a pause, then two more knocks on the door. YN looked worried, but Dean motioned for her to be quiet while he checked the peek hole. He put the safety on his gun and opened the door, then locking it once Benny was inside. He brought hot meals and coffee for the three of them, and the couple sat together on the small sofa, while Benny took residence in a small chair.

“Benny, this is YN. YN, this is Benny.” The two exchanged handshakes.

“Nice to finally meet you YN.” He turned to Dean. “I assume you got the same texts I did? Did you hear back from Donna yet?”

Dean shook his head. “No, but Jody’s also on it. Between those two, I’d be surprised if they didn’t beat us there.”

Benny chuckled. “True enough mon ami. I got confirmations from Charlie, Garth, Ellen, Jo, Jack, your mom, and Bobby.”

“Sweet. Plus, there’s you, me, Sam, Jody and Donna.”

YN looked between the two men. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but from what I’ve heard, Castiel is Mafia, and his is one of the most dangerous organizations in the world. And you’re going to get my sister out with 12 people? You guys are seriously insane, and possibly suicidal.”

Benny and Dean exchanged glances. “Insane, definitely insane.” They said in unison.

YN shook her head as she continued to eat, silently praying that Dean would stay true to his word.

~~~

The team met up in a small café, about 10 miles from their intended target. The café was run by Ellen’s family, and was a safe house location for his team when needed. Everyone that worked there was either related to Ellen by blood, or thoroughly researched and sworn to secrecy upon hiring. It came as no surprise to either man to find the team already sitting there waiting.

They all greeted each other like family, exchanging warm hugs and chaste kisses. YN just stood there in awe, her heart swelling with admiration as she watched her Alpha with his family. When he called her over to introduce her to them, they all greeted her with the same warmth, welcoming her into their clan, as Donna put it.

“Thank all of you for agreeing to do this for me. I just hope we can get to her before Castiel finds out what happened.” YN addressed everyone.

It was Jody who answered. “Honey, it’s what we do. Besides, your part of the family now. And we always take care of our own. Always.”

They spent the rest of the night talking and making their plans, eating the most amazing food YN had ever tasted in her entire life, and then resting for the night, so as to be fresh for the morning. When the sun was barely over the horizon, YN helped get them ready to go, cooking food for them and preparing light, easy-to-carry snacks for later. She wasn’t going with them, but had written a note for Dean to give to her sister, proof that Dean was going to get her back to YN.

Mary was staying behind to protect YN, just in case, and the rest set off. Her chest ached as her Alpha went with them, and Mary couldn’t help but notice her concern. It was written all over her face.

“YN, there’s no need to worry. This team is more than capable of getting in and out safely, with your sister alive and in one piece,” she said gently.

“How? I saw those specs. I know how locked down that compound is. I saw the thermal imaging Mary. That group of 11 is vastly outnumbered.”

Mary smiled. “I’d be more concerned for Castiel’s men. Trust me.”

YN grabbed some tea and sat down at the dining table, and motioned for Mary to sit with her. “Dean seemed to know Castiel, but he wouldn’t tell me anything about how he knew him.” She sighed. “I have only known your son for a couple of days, but I love him. He’s strong and so confident.”

“He’s always been like that, except one time, before you came into his life.” YN watched Mary with piqued interest. “Dean will probably tell you eventually, once he knows your safe, but you should be aware of this part of his past. Especially since it concerns Dean’s first wife, and it also concerns Castiel.”

YN frowned. Mary continued. “Dean fell in love with an Omega named Lisa. They were classmates in high school, and dated off and on for the next 5 years after, before finally getting married. Dean was beyond happy, they were good together. She was kind and sweet, a lot like you actually, but it didn’t stay happy.”

“What happened?” YN asked.

“Lisa followed her heart when she married Dean, and went against her family’s wishes for her. She was to marry Castiel, and unite their families. Cas didn’t take well to Dean’s interference, and arranged for a car accident, one that killed Lisa instantly while she was driving home from a doctor’s appointment. The autopsy found her to be 12 weeks pregnant. She and Dean were going to be parents.”

YN’s jaw dropped. “Oh my god. That’s horrible. How does he know Castiel did it?”

“Dean is ex-military, and an ex-cop, as are his brother and his team, in some form or another. They met throughout the years, teaming up on various assignments, and eventually became a regular team. The team officially formed while Lisa and Dean were still dating.”

YN was officially wowed, at a loss for words, and could only stare as Mary continued. “Dean had done some ‘investigating’ and eventually tied everything together. Of course there was no official proof, so he couldn’t go to the police with what he’d discovered. I wouldn’t be surprised if Dean sought out and killed Castiel.”

YN nodded as she took another sip of her coffee, staring out the window and praying that her alpha returned with her sister, both in one piece.

~~~

The team arrived at the compound, gaining the high ground quickly, so they could scout the terrain. Garth, nicknamed the Ninja by the team for his stealth, went ahead to scout the area around the fortress. Jody, took count of all the visible guards, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that more could be hiding in the shadows, and made approximate calculations for hidden ones, based on the layout. Donna, or ‘sharpshooter’, set up her post, making sure her tripod was stable and her gun and ammo ready for anything. Gun wasn’t really an accurate description for ‘Junior’, Donna’s Mk 21 was a modern ‘bolt action’ sniper rifle, military grade, and completely badass. Her cartridges carried .338 Norma Magnum rounds, and she never missed a shot, ever.

Sam and Dean took in the view, each mentally pairing it with the schematics they’d seen, and mapping a route in and out based on that information. Everyone else locked and loaded their weapons, made sure they had lots of ammo, Jo having brought along her own special handmade ‘Molotov cocktails’, which were in a class all their own. They were better than any grenade on the planet, and had saved the team’s asses more times than anyone could count. Dean never asked what was in them, and Jo never volunteered the info. It was better that way.

Garth returned an hour later, reporting there were 8 guards outside the walls. He drew a small diagram pinpointing each one, and their routes. As dusk approached, the team began to make their way down to the west wall, where a storm drain awaited them, their way into the grounds. They made quick work of the two guards on that side, then slipped into the sewer system and proceeded toward the mansion. It was impressive in size, comparable to Windsor castle in England, but that wasn’t a deterrent, if anything, it was like an invitation to the team, daring them to break in, and they loved a challenge.

The waste tunnel brought them to the servant kitchen, which was thankfully empty at that hour, and the 10 team members regrouped there. They split into groups of two: Jo and Ellen, Garth and Bobby, Benny and Jody, Jack and Charlie, then Sam and Dean. The plan was to scout the interior for the girl and meet back at that spot in one hour, the meeting time was set in stone, even if they hadn’t found the girl. Should that be the case, they would set out a second time, widening the search parameters, and would continue to meet back at the same spot every hour until the objective had been completed.

Radio silence was a must, everything that needed to be communicated was done through sign language. The first hour went without any sign of the girl. All parties had been sent a picture of YN’s sister, so there would be no mistaking what she looked like. It was half way into the second hour that Dean spotted a young lady peeking out of her bedroom door, looking scared, but desperate. He motioned to Sam, and the two of them waited for signs of guards. Once they saw none, they approached the girl, who was now coming back from the washroom. She looked frightened at first, as if she thought she was in trouble, but Dean quickly motioned for her to stay quiet as he showed her the note her sister had written.

Hey sis,

These men are here to rescue you. They are good people, and you can trust them. They will bring you back to me, and we will be safe from the bad men. Go with them now. Love you lots. See you soon.

PS. My bear is bigger than your bear.

Neither Sam or Dean had any clue what the last statement meant, but one look at the young girl’s face told the guys she knew. YN and her sister had a code phrase that would let the other know they were safe. And it worked. YN’s sister nodded her trust to Dean, then took both their hands and pulled toward her room. They walked silently and quickly, and helped grab some shoes and clothes, then the girl’s favorite stuffed animal. After they had grabbed what they could, they made their way back to the servant kitchen. Dean motioned for Sam to go ahead and he’d catch up, which made Sam give Dean the glare of disapproval. He knew what Dean was up to, and silently voiced his displeasure.

But he was stubborn if nothing else, and the girl’s safety was of the utmost importance, so Sam obeyed his older brother, and took the sister to meet the others. Dean went in a different direction, running through the layout of the house in his head once more, searching for one specific wing. The one that had the master suite.

The one that had Castiel safely tucked away.

Dean was going to kill him.

It took less than five minutes to reach the targeted wing, and another two to dispatch the guards that roamed that hallway. Another minute found Dean inside the bedroom of his mortal enemy. He watched Castiel’s sleeping form, contemplating whether he should just shoot him now, or wake him first and make him watch as he put the gun to his temple. If he woke Cas, there would almost certainly be a struggle, and possibly more guards, which would severely decrease Dean’s chances of making it out of here alive. He knew his team would ensure the girl’s safety, and get her out quickly, so that was one less thing to worry about. But if he didn’t dispatch Cas now, then the bastard would find someone else’s life to ruin, or exploit, or just torment for fun.

He raised the gun, aiming for the temple. He would give him a quick death, hell, he wouldn’t even know it happened. Then Cas opened his eyes, sitting up as he realized what had happened, and what he now faced. His eyes met Dean’s, glistening with unspoken tears, of a time and place neither had ever spoken about since it happened.

“Hello Dean.” He whispered.

“Cas.”

“So this is it? The feud finally ends?”

“Guess so.” Dean replied.

“And the girl? You already got her out I assume?”

“Yeah, she’s safe. And so is YN.”

“Good.” Was all Cas said as his tears began to fall. “I’m sorry for everything Dean. I really wish things had turned out differently.”

Dean’s resolve waivered. “I do too Cas. If I could go back to not knowing who you were, and go back to that weekend, I would in a heartbeat.”

Cas gave a weak smile. “So would I.” He paused. “Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Do me a favor, and kill that bastard YN calls an Uncle. He was going to sell me an innocent 12-year-old girl as payment if YN failed to uphold the arrangement.” He cast his gaze downward to the bedcovers. “I wouldn’t have done that, you know, hurt a young girl like that. Just the idea makes me sick.”

Dean nodded. “I know. I promise to make sure that asshole never sees daylight again.”

“Thank you Dean.”

Drops of salty tears blurred Dean’s vision as he raised the gun once more and pulled the trigger.

~~~

The hour was almost up when Dean ran into the kitchen, meeting a group of relieved faces, and together they all high tailed it out. Running through the sewers, making sure YN’s sister was in tow, the group made their way back to the wall drain, then up and out to the fresh air. Benny offered the young traveller a piggy back, while Jody carried her things. Donna was all packed up and ready to go by the time the group reached the hilltop, and then they all made their way back to the café.

YN saw her sister from the window, and ran out to greet her. Anna ran to YN, tears of joy streaming down her face as they hugged furiously.  Everyone watched happily as the two sisters embraced. Then YN moved to embrace her Alpha, meeting Dean’s lips halfway as he sought a kiss from her. He chuckled at the plaid shirt she wore, one of his, thinking he would let her wear all his clothes. They looked much sexier on her than they did on him. The entire group went inside the restaurant and shared a hearty meal together, relaxing and collectively congratulating themselves on a job well done.

~~~

Castiel hadn’t move much since Dean had left the room. He stared at the bullet hole in his pillow, then at his phone, waiting for news, any news at this point. It had been well over three hours, something must have happened. His panic mode was just surfacing when his phone dinged, and a text came through. Relief washed over Cas as he read the words.

“Made it back. Everyone’s safe. See you soon husband.   xoxo Sam.”

@legion1993 @akshi8278 @alwaysdreamingforthebest

[pinacotheque]

Hiii! So, like. I saw you ranting about Good Omens on Twitter and I enoyed reading it lol, so I was wondering what were your thoughts on the differences between Crowley and Aziraphale's personalities in the show vs the book?

(okay so, apparently just TOUCHING an ask to read it gets it actually posted? oh well. the tumbrl app sure is Something. sorry about that!)

first of all, thank you! i'm glad you liked my incoherent shouting on twitter, you might get more of that sooner or later because i'm in the middle of a Good Omens reread and, unsurprisingly, i have Opinions.

so, my thoughts. as you MAY HAVE GUESSED from aforementioned incoherent shouting, there are some things i liked about the show and a lot of things i... did not. i am staunchly in the 'The Book Was Better' camp, which i know is an unpopular opinion, given that even longtime fans of the book seem to generally love the adaptation. which is cool! lord knows if we don't deserve something nice to watch, and if someone liked the show or actually prefers how the show handled some things, good for them. i just really liked many aspect of the book that i feel the show mishandled, or changed, or directly cut out... so there.

with the disclaimer out of the way: i feel that, in general, show!Aziraphale&Crowley were somewhat oversimplified, like flattened versions of the original characters. part of it it's just the nature of adaptations - you can't have every detail of a third person pov narration in a tv show, you have to... well, adapt, choose what to keep and what to lose - but part of it isn't, and i just... i'm baffled, mostly.

the book establishes fairly early on that Crowley just likes people ("It was a major failing in a demon.") while the show is... not really consistent on that point. tv!Crowley likes human STUFF just fine, is shown a couple of times to be distressed about children (although then he turns around and suggests to straigh up murder an eleven years old, holy shit, that's why i say the show is inconsistent) but for the most part... doesn't look all that attached to humans per se? considering also that in the book, Crowley (along with Aziraphale) is ready to sacrifice himself in a suicide mission against Satan to save all the humans they put in danger with their "messing people around".

(the big finale in the show is a fucking mess so i'm not even gonna touch that.)

book!Crowley, under the general demonic tendencies and the attempts to be a proper flash bastard, is a gentle soul that resuscitates doves and didn't know about the Spanish Inquisition until he got a commendation for it, and then HAD TO GET DRUNK FOR A WEEK TO COPE. not just that, he knows that about himself (and is obviously embarrassed about it) while tv!Crowley seems to... be in denial? when Aziraphale says that he always knew that, deep down, Crowley was a nice person, tv!Crowley pins him to the wall shouting that no he's not YOU TAKE IT BACK, while in the book: "All right, all right," Crowley snapped. "Tell the whole blessed world, why don't you?"

he knows he's too nice, it's just not proper for a demon.

(btw i would have LOVED to see book!Crowley's flat in the show, because it’s another detail that cracks that stereotipical demon image: "spacious, white, elegantly furnished, and with that designer unlived-in look that only comes from not being lived in." the flat in the show is very... goth and dramatic, which is fine, but i think the white designer flat tells a lot about Crowley's persona. he doesn't want to look demonic, he wants to look like a cool human.)

tv!Aziraphale, on the other hand, is... well, soft. too soft. book!Aziraphale is a passive-aggressive, at times insufferable cryptobastard, a ruthless pragmatist-at-heart who makes the fucking mob disappear, accidentally posseses a tele-preacher and candidly tells his audience that Heaven doesn't care about righteous people and everyone is just gonna die in the Rapture (oh how i missed that scene) and decides BY HIMSELF that the Antichrist Must Be Killed.

furthermore, tv!Aziraphale is much more naive and trusting than his book counterpart. there's that gifset going 'round with that "the demon who still has faith and the angel who's losing his" (i'll link it when i see it again) that is perfectly on point for the show, but also highlights the differences between book and adaptation. the book doesn't really talk about faith (also, faith in Pratchett is A Whole Other Thing that i don't want to get into right now) and Aziraphale&Crowley's actions are not really a matter of faith or lack thereof. they just want to save the world because they LIKE IT (and free will is contagious). at the same time, both of them know perfectly well how their respective sides really are. i just can't stand tv!Aziraphale’s bubbly naive trust in Heaven when in the book you have bits like:

"My people are more than happy for it to happen, you know. It's what it's all about, you see. The great final test. Flaming swords, the Four Horsemen, seas of blood, the whole tedious business." [Aziraphale] shrugged.[this is at, like, PAGE 25]

"You'll be amazed at the kind of things they can do to you, down there," [Crowley] said."I imagine they're very similar to the sort of things they can do to one up there," said Aziraphale."Come off it. Your lot get ineffable mercy," said Crowley sourly."Yes? Did you ever visit Gomorrah?""Sure," said the demon. "There was this great little tavern where you could get these terrific fermented date-palm cocktails with nutmeg and crushed lemongrass-""I meant afterwards.""Oh."

the thing with the show, i think, is that they wanted to give more space to Aziraphale&Crowley (who are, admittedly, the most well-liked part of the book, so it makes sense) and in doing so pushed a bit in a corner the human cast. the problem is that, in the book, A&C are utterly useless and the humans are the ones who bring forth the plot and above all the fucking themes of the story - free will, responsibility, what it means to be human, etc - so what did they do? they had to make A&C's dynamic all about free will and (dis)obedience and what not, and to do so had to change the characters a bit.

and it kind of works, too, for the show. it's just that, for me, the book worked better.

[larosepompon]

Almost There - Ghost!Jungwoo x Reader

Hi all - have some paranormal fluff (I know - for once I’m not writing anything gory or dirty?? Christ on a Bike!) of a 90s ghost Jungwoo who resides in your apartment block.  A/N: A lot of the instances that I used in the story are things that often happened to me in my old family home. (obvs not making out with a ghost lol) We had a benevolent poltergeist that used to take pens and pencils and put them on top of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, turn lights on and off and pull out books from the bookshelf outside my room etc. If you want to know more about random crap that’s happened to me - send me an ask! Ghosties and the paranormal are my favourite discussion topics! Our story starts as many of these tales do; in a new apartment in a new city. Neo City’s downtown was conversely a mixture of old and new, for example, your apartment complex that was in a listed period building. Climbing the chequered-tile stairs, you carefully ascended to the third floor with the last of your moving boxes. Blowing some strands of hair out of your eyes, you caught a glimpse over your box of someone at the end of the hallway, watering plants under the stained-glass window. “Hi, nice to meet you!” Voicing out cheerfully as you bent down to put the box by your front door. Your smile faltering when the figure was already gone as you looked back up. Odd was the first thought in your head, patting your cheeks lightly to regain a sense of normality. 

The rest of the move went rather smoothly, digging out some old cassette tapes and vinyl’s, singing softly to old tunes as you hung pictures up on the teal walls, arranged soft furnishings and house plants around your large studio. Soon the light dimmed down and you found yourself sitting on the bench of your tall bay window – the feature that drew you to this particular flat in the first place. The sun cast her last golden rays as she bid you goodnight, bathing your limbs and face in a radiant warmth. The ice in your glass protesting as it began to melt, condensation pooling atop of your knee where your beverage was perched. Closing your eyes, you sighed with content, finally relaxing in a space you could finally call your own. Perhaps an hour or so went by with you nursing your drink and humming along to music from your childhood, when you heard a distinct knock at your door. Maybe it’s one of my neighbours you thought, padding over to unlock it. The hallway though, was empty, save for a small breeze that carried a sweet and green scent. “That’s the second time today… you can say hello if you want!” You call out into the hallway, seemingly at nobody. Letting some of the tension out of your shoulders as you close the door, you decide to get ready for bed after your long day. It’s not long until you’re wiping your face after brushing your teeth, making your way over to your comfy new bed, slipping under the covers. As you drift off to sleep, the bed dips and in comes the sweet fragrance once more. You dream of a handsome boy with curtains.

You’re thoroughly puzzled, looking for your toothbrush the next morning. It wasn’t until you looked up and it was placed on top of the medicine cabinet that you thought you had gone crazy. You had only one drink the previous night and had never been known to sleepwalk. Glancing at your reflection with a furrowed brow, all the rational thoughts go through your mind before ignoring it altogether. Today was your first full day living in the city, so you set off to explore new cafes, shops and relaxing spots. It was another sunny day, with a gentle breeze that ruffled your hair from time to time – making for the perfect day to watch the world go by. Well, that was what you had planned anyhow, if not for every café that you fancied being packed out. “Right, let’s not let this ruin our day…” you sigh under your breath, scanning your surroundings for something to take home. Settling on an artisan bakery with luscious pastries and sourdough in the window, you eyed up a few treats to pack up with you. Luckily the walk home was quite short, letting you take time to stroll through the bustling streets before reaching your new abode. As you fished for your keys in the depths of your bag nearing the landing, your peripheral view caught something that made you stop dead in your tracks: the back of someone’s frame going into your apartment, through your door. Scrambling to see if they had broken in, a wave of panic spread through you as your eyes scanned the – very closed – door. Your hand couldn’t help but shake lightly when your keys eased into the lock, making way for your entry. Flattening your palm to the surface, you pushed open the door, bracing yourself for what could be inside. Yet you found nothing… “Hello?! I-I j-just saw you come in here.” You blurt out into the space around you. “Is anybody there?” It was difficult to think yourself stupid at that very moment in time, heart hammering away in your chest, bravely trying to speak out at seemingly nothing. Luckily for you, a studio apartment leaves very little space for anyone (or anything) to hide in - so you eventually found yourself dropping your bags on the kitchen counter and scampering over to the bathroom to check for any strangers. Relief settled in when you found that indeed, nobody has broken into your apartment. Your eyes homed into your bedspread - with a single flowerhead lain on top of it. Like the ones in the hall… you remember, thoughts conflicting over whether this was a new-found stalker or something paranormal leaving you gifts on your bed. Still trembling, you carefully trod toward your bed, hair spilling over your shoulders as you leant down to pick up the flower. The petals a soft creamy colour, wrinkled at the edges, giving them an almost forlorn look to them. You thumbed the petals absentmindedly, all previous ill thoughts dissipating from your mind bringing a soft smile to your features. “Thank you…” you whispered into the air, a faded image of a tall, pretty boy smiling by your wall. 

For about a week you see or hear no sign of ghostly activity in your home or about the hallway, but often find yourself dreaming of the mystery boy with a bright smile and a very floppy, 90s haircut. You don’t recall ever meeting anyone like him before, often showing up in your dreams with ripped jeans and a check shirt or a denim jacket; he always appeared very friendly though. One night you hear his voice for the first time, a gentle tone that lulls you further into your slumber. Little did you know that the boy was sat beside you, smiling down at your sleeping figure, listening to your mumbled voice and quiet sighs as he stroked your hair as best as he could. You awoke feeling refreshed, recalling snippets from your dream while you poured yourself a fresh coffee. Pulling your hair into a high bun, you took your coffee to your sofa, lounging back to watch some mindless morning TV. After a while, when the black liquid in your mug had cooled, you felt a tingling sensation on your shoulder – followed by your pyjama top strap falling down. You went to pull it up again but the area felt unusually cold, with the tingling pressure now on your jaw. As if someone was cupping or stroking your face. For a moment you didn’t know how to react, turning your head slowly to the space beside you and noticing a small dip in the cushion. Your mouth was ajar in wonder, eyes drifting over what looked like an empty space in front of you. Somehow you knew it wasn’t at all. Closing your eyes, you leant into the feeling, letting the ghostly touch brush your lips and pull a soft smile from you. At least they seem affectionate your mind rings with the thoughts of dozens of scary movies depicting evil spirits. Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the low lighting again, the odd sensation beginning to feel warm on your cheek and jaw. “Are you the boy from my dreams?” your voice came out barely louder than a whisper, scared to frighten whatever this was off. The touch stilled, as if unsure or surprised before retreating altogether. The sofa cushion slowly rose back to normal and you could only sigh. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything at all. Gripping his hand close to his chest, the young man all but backed out of your apartment, cheeks both burning with embarrassment and a new resolve. He wanted you to notice him.  

your new job as a manager really took it out of you some days. While living in Neo City was great, you felt yourself getting more and more strung out with less time to make friends outside of the office, which also meant less time for yourself and relaxing at home. You had learnt to live with the occasional odd poltergeist activity or random noise in your apartment - having become an interesting and almost normal feature of living in your building. The unknown boy in your dreams becoming a weekly occurrence, your mind kept on wondering if he had any connection to what happened around you. His voice had such a soft lilt to it, laughter sincere and loud when the odd bits of your dream resurfaced in your mind. Fragments of conversation and cracking corny puns together often made you wake up with a smile, that lingering scent of Verbena hung in the air like tendrils.  The late August air draped over your shoulders with humidity, a moist sheen cloying to your every pore like a second skin. Buying a wireless plug for your aircon was your saving grace, programming it to come on 20 minutes before you usually walked through the door in the evening to escape the heat. Shutting the door quickly behind you, toeing off your shoes haphazardly before throwing your bag down onto the sofa, you headed to the bathroom for a much-welcomed cool shower. The refreshing spray of water leaving your skin raised and pert to the breeze of the A/C. Towelling yourself off by your bed, you felt the barest of touches run down your back before settling at your sides, holding you steady. Letting out a quiet gasp, you finished drying yourself, playing off the touch as just the breeze from the aircon unit. Standing unbeknownst behind you, a shy smile was painted on the features of your boy with the floppy hair as he watched you fondly put on your pyjamas. Later that night around 1am when you were fast asleep, the dulcet tones of Madonna from your cassette player broke through the silence of your apartment, causing you to stir. Groggily opening your eyes, you watched in amazement as the bed dipped beside you like someone had knelt down. You blinked a few times to make sure you weren’t still dreaming, but when an almost glowing apparition materialised into view, it was hard to say. There in front of you, leaning on his arm, was your weekly dream visitor. He appeared in muted colour, his smile and his boyish looks shining through the night as he gave a little nervous laugh at your expression. “It really is you!” You exclaimed, smile widening at the sight of the boy. Shuffling back a little, you sat up in bed, taking in all of him better. “It’s taken a lot of energy for me to appear like this, but I wanted for you to see me properly. I’m sorry it took so long.” His voice was so sweet, like honey as he spoke to you in the dark of your studio. “My name is Jungwoo, I used to live here – I’m sorry If I ever scared you! I’ve been wanting to say that for a while.” His eyes went wide as you could see the faintest trace of a blush on his faded appearance. “You’ve never really scared me, Jungwoo. I was confused at first but when I got used to you trying to catch my attention, I felt warm and happy that I had you here sometimes. You gave me the flower too, right?” Jungwoo nodded and watched your eyes sparkle under the moonlight streaming through your window. He thought you looked magical like this. Your warm hand reached out to see if you could cup his cheek and to your surprise, he felt soft and solid enough to touch. Upon contact with him, a rush of tingles zipped up your arm, causing you to shiver involuntarily. Jungwoo bravely pressed a kiss into your palm as you sat there admiring each other. “I’m y/n, I don’t know if you knew that already or not though.” The heat of your blush crept up your neck and face as you felt his lips on your palm. His eyes focused on yours as he reached up to hold your hand. “I knew, I saw it on your mail once. It’s such a pretty name for a pretty face~” Jungwoo’s giggle melts your heart, his lips brushing your knuckles cradled in his hands. “I don’t know if I’ll get another chance to say this but being here with you these last few months - I’ve really begun to like you y/n! I really love seeing you dance and sing in here, I love sitting beside you watching movies…but I do feel sad that I couldn’t wipe your tears when you cry. When you started noticing things I did, or talking to me in your sleep, it made my whole being so happy.” With his little confession, you shed a few tears, laughing through the sparkling wall they created in your vision. All this time you had been sleep-talking to him, the dreams of the boy all in his image. Gingerly, you pulled Jungwoo towards yourself, bringing his airy lips to slot against your own. Your spine tingled and skin raised as his hands carded through your hair, pulling you closer in his embrace. It was both wonderful and odd, kissing a ghost. He seemed solid enough to be there yet it was like thick air, holding you and invading your mouth with his cool, equally tingly tongue. He broke the kiss to dab his thumbs on your cheeks, before pecking them both softly. “I knew you meant no harm when I saw the flower on my bed that day. It made me feel wanted, as strange as that sounds. Thank you, Jungwoo, I really like you too.” Barely above a whisper, your words were just made for the two of you. His cheeks felt soft and your eyelids fluttered closed as you joined your mouths together again. Time was a precious gift, not knowing when you’d share another moment like this, you both made the most of the early hours of the morning. Sharing secrets and moments of your lives, facing each other against the pillows watching intently. Every so often indulging in more languid kisses and touches under the moonlight. The boy stroked your hair once again as he saw you eventually fall asleep, the sunrise not far behind your slumber. You awoke some hours later, the sun warm on your skin as it peered through your window, high in the sky. Hair and sleepwear feeling slightly dishevelled, you noticed that Jungwoo had kindly tucked you back under the covers. You suddenly felt a little morose at the thought of an undetermined time without being able to share another moment like that with your spectre again. Trying to push such thoughts from your mind, your arm stretched across the covers in aid to wake up when you came into contact with something. Fumbling for it further, your eyes crinkled with joy when you discovered it was a note that read: To the beautiful y/n, I feel alive again. I’ll still be here now and then, until the next time I can capture your kiss. Talking properly with you made me so happy, but I didn’t want to be too selfish and not let you rest. Keep playing the tunes of my time, singing to yourself – oh and wandering around in your underwear. 정우 xx You wet your lip with your tongue before giving an indignant huff. Well, he better be glad it’s summer…

[patstraveltips]

My tips on Cascais

Having visited Cascais on four occasions, I would like to share my experiences and tips on this special place.

Accommodation

We stayed at Hotel Miragem twice and Villa Cascais once. We also took a peep at Casa da Pergola but did not stay. Accommodation at high season is expensive and tends to book early. Bargains may be had at low season or with last minute bookings.There are also several resort looking spots on the outskirts and these may be worth exploring.

Casa da Pergola is a very pretty, upmarket guesthouse, and the owner kindly showed us some rooms and they are beautifully furnished. It is small and books early.

We have stayed twice in Hotel Miragem...it’s a very large hotel, and may initially appear soul less... generally this kind of place does not appeal to me. On the positive however, it has a beautiful pool, fabulous breakfast buffet and a nice cocktail bar. The staff are friendly and courteous. We found ourselves in Cascais at short notice this year and managed to get a last minute booking and in fact on arrival an upgrade for no extra charge. So I’d recommend booking a standard room and hoping for an upgrade. We were very well looked after here... The hotel also has a fantastic gym, which might appeal to families/teens in particular.

Villa Cascais is a small boutique upmarket guesthouse and we really enjoyed this place. One negative is that it is small with no real ‘extras’. On a positive note, it has a cute bar with a lovely terrace overlooking a square...well worth a visit for a pre-dinner drink. The staff are lovely here. Facilities such as the pool can be used at the sister Hotel Albatroz nearby.

Eating in Cascais

Well, there are plenty of restaurants...some very reasonable and here follows some that we sampled....

Hifen [Prounounce Hyphen]...a tapas place...young trendy and seems popular as a venue for entertaining/ work events and is always busy so definitely book this one. It’s across a square from Villa Cascais, overlooking the public beach (to explain...public means no concessions such as paid beds/ parasols, and it was traditionally the fisherman’s beach as it was possible to enjoy it for free. There seems to be regular volleyball games on for teens in the evenings here...and nice for a swim too). So if you sit upstairs, in particular the window seats (as long as it is not too windy), you may enjoy gorgeous views and stunning sunsets. Food of course is excellent here and reasonable.

Masala...In beach area of town, opposite a wine bar (same owners!)...on our first visit (of many by the way!) I thought it was small, a bit down at heel in appearance...The food is Indian, excellent and very reasonable. Great friendly staff. We booked but they will always fit you in. I’d recommend this as a sociable venue, great for groups, families etc.

5 Sentidos (means 5 senses)...up the hill in a less touristy part of town, but plenty seem to find this place. Good and varied food to be had here, including (but sadly not always) the most delish warm chocolate pudding...worth the trip here for this alone! [Interestingly, an aside, this place is opposite a lovely little church, which on our last visit to the area was literally bursting at the seams with folk attending weekly mass...spilling out on to the street even. I was informed that the priest here is very popular so people travel to his mass!]

Mar do Inferno....Situated about 2km out of town towards Guincho. We walked home from here after dinner...a nice evening walk. You can hear the waves crashing through a cave underneath the restaurant as you eat. The area is called Boca do Inferno...a local scenic spot. This place is large, family run and a bit touristy to be honest. The menu seems very pricey at first glance as the fish (it’s all fish by the way) is priced by the kg. We luckily got a great waiter who helped us choose - this is important so you don’t over order. Not everyone seems to enjoy here but we ate very well!

Kech...a Moroccan place in the old town. We just had a lovely lunchtime salad here. Across the street is another popular spot, Melody, which also gets good reviews.

Mussels and Gin...also up the hill in the older part of town. We did not sample here, but it is always busy. It’s worth taking a stroll around this area...plenty of nice little tapas style bars and informal eateries to explore at a leisurely pace!

Cafe World of Wonders...I love this place...my husband less keen due to the lack of meat on the menu...It’s mostly a daytime spot...with mezze plates, amazing juices and a lovely rooftop eating area. It has quite the hippy vibe! Nearby there are some traditional more formal eating spots...mostly serving fish.

Santini...and finally for dessert...this is an ice cream parlour...part of a chain in Portugal but the first one opened in Cascais...so you can say this is part of your history of Cascais tour! So mostly (except for the chocolate pudding experience) I skipped dessert and instead walked in here on my way home for delicious ice cream. Definitely worth a visit!

Things to do and see in Cascais

Walk from Cascais to Estoril on the promenade. Its 3km each way so a perfect daily exercise. Running or cycling an option. Best early morning but good at any time of day. By the way, Estoril has a casino, apparently the one Ian Fleming visited and inspired him to write the James Bond books! Also this was an area for wealthy/Royal visitors and there are some beautiful old houses to be seen.

Walk or cycle to Guincho beach (opposite direction to the Estoril walk).This is windy in spots...the full walk a good 10km, so cycling might be a better option (free bikes available or better ones to hire). We walked as far as Gaia...on this road...it has a lovely restored mansion with some shops and nice places to eat...good for a lunch stop.

Guincho...a wild surf (not swim) beach with massive waves. The Bond film ‘Her Majesty’s Secret Service’ was filmed in part here!

Swim...at any of the small beach coves at Cascais...gorgeous, and clean safe sea. Try SUP...recommend this. A 30 min one to one session is €15...definitely worth it...tends to be an off shore wind so good to get a lesson to start...most enjoyable!

Day trip to Sintra...a hillside town, inland and seriously uphill so it is colder (bring a jacket). Can bus (cheap) or taxi (approx €20). In my opinion taxi is worth it....but get dropped off at exactly the first site you want to see, rather than being abandoned at the bottom of the hill on the outskirts of the town.There are 4 palaces/ big houses, some with stunning gardens to visit, all quite spaced out but with a shuttle bus going between them. Our favourite spot here was Quinta da Regullaria...a fascinating house with amazing history and magical mystical gardens. There’s a free tour daily at 2pm. This is a must see. Sintra may not be as busy off season but in Summer it is crawling with tourists, especially at weekends. On our visit, we got a taxi, went early, on a weekday, saw the Pena Palace, a fairytale place, (dropped there by taxi), then took shuttle bus to Quinta da Regullaria...and then took a taxi on to Guincho, walked the beach and took a taxi home. A busy day. We were advised not to eat in Sintra as too touristy.

Day in Lisbon...Lisbon is huge so to be honest worth a separate trip but it is a short cheap train ride from Cascais. If you go you will be dropped at Cais do Sodre train station and across the street is the Time Out Market, which has excellent food stalls/ eating places...worth a visit. If you go to Lisbon for just a day, pick one or two things to do as it is hilly and huge. Unlike Cascais it has a significant pick-pocketing problem, especially on the trams so care is needed! Look out for my tips on a weekend in Lisbon...coming soon!

Shopping. Our favourite area was the little street close to the beach...near Masala. In particular a lovely shop selling linen mainly (for women)...It’s very reasonable, and is opposite a nice little coffee shop (cannot remember the name)...serves lovely pastries coffee and fresh orange juice! You go down steps to it and take a ticket and you will be called to be served.

In the town itself, there’s a super but expensive place called Loja das Meias....(it is in Lisbon also)...worth a visit if the sale is on but still pricey. The menswear is worth a look. Max Mara and Boss are worth a peep (again, if there’s a sale on)!

Light lunch and a drink on the terrace overlooking the ocean, at Hotel Albatroz. It’s a gorgeous setting here, coming here is less about the food, I’d recommend just a salad and some nice white wine and enjoy a stunning view .

Finally, Cascais is a super friendly place...I’m reluctantly sharing my tips...part of me just wants to keep this place for myself. Coffee, wine (especially the reds) , and food are all top class. The people are so polite and friendly...The paths are tiled however and very slippy when wet, and the weather is less predictable than the Algarve so wear flat shoes. Enjoy!

[castorre]

Garlean Housing Ideas

I keep getting this amazing image in my mind of what Garlean apartments, flats and houses could be like. So, here is how I like to think of the technologically advanced homes these guys live in.

I like to imagine Garlean houses are very open. There are few doorways with the exception of private rooms such as bedrooms, baths and studies. Electricity is obvious, as is plumbing and tech of convenience that you would not see in other places.

There are panels in the walls that slide out to store your coat, shoes, hat, purse, etc as you come home. There are options for higher ranking individuals to have chutes for both garbage and laundry. For those rank praefectus and above, perhaps they get free laundered garments and trash disposal. The panels slide back in and appear to be just another part of the wall when not in use.

Art and music are an integral part of Garlean culture. Owning art is a necessity if you’re a high ranking officer. When you invite your mates over, you absolutely have to be able to point out to your paintings, which are provided built in shadowboxes and lighting by more adjustable panels in the walls. The art is very colorful and bright compared to the silvers, greys and blacks of Garlean homes.

The lines are very sharp. Fireplaces have stainless steel mantels and framing. There’s a high-heat resistance vacuum for removing the burned bits after a fire is extinguished by either the owner or a timed sensor.

Sensors and smart elements are integral to the home. There are trail lights at the bottom of the molding in ever room. When the sensors pick up that you’re walking at night, they light up to lead you to wherever you’re going via predictive learning.

The kitchen is home to wonderful tech Eorzeans would be jealous of. The smart ice box, no longer just for keeping things cold, also has a more powerful function, allowing for freezing of goods. There is a terminal on the front that one can request a meal from one of the many restaurants or cafes located in the surrounding 5 malm radius. The oven is self-cleaning and is able to broil, bake and has a switch setting to convection. Both the ice box and ovens are built into the walls for a clean look. A coffee bar is often placed for convenience and allows two-to-three seats depending on size of the flat or home. A programmable machine brews coffee to perfection every time and even has attachments for making lattes and teas. Under the coffee bar’s top is a built in wine or liquor chiller with pull out drawers for strainers, zesters, glasses and anything else one may need for cocktails or mixed drinks.  The sharp lines of the kitchen, silvers and stainless steel make for a very professional feel in even the most comfortable of places. A sensor ensures that the temperature of the area stays at the resident’s preferred number all year, especially when the oven is active.

A grease drain separates fat solids from liquids and allows the safe disposal of all kinds of oils without harming any inner pipes or workings. A food composter sits under the large two bay sink. The composter is completely hands safe and is able to tell food from finger via small bursts of imaging. The composter also saves data from foods and other items that have been composted to tell you the ph balance and moisture content of your fertilizer. If you enjoy indoor gardening, it is useful to use the scraps from inside the composter rather than purchasing them. Indoor gardening is a very popular hobby in Garlemald, as the landscape itself is rarely suitable for farming. A recent poll suggested that at least sixty-percent of all Garleans have some form of indoor plant, and at least forty-percent of that number are citizens growing their own vegetables or herbs! Every window can be outfitted with a self grooming gardening or flower bed. Simply mention to your HOA which you plan to take up and they can help arrange a delivery of seeds and soil for a very small deduction from your upcoming pay cheque.

Beyond the beautiful lines and clean sophistication of Garlean living areas, are the bathrooms. For Praefectus and above ranks, the bathrooms of each apartment are a luxury afforded no where else on Hydaelyn. The toilet seat is heated during the coldest months of the year, or year round if specified. A set of tall, thin vents in the wall blow warm air immediately after it senses you’ve exited the shower or bath. The hair dryer, flat iron and other bath room accessories are kept in yet another pull out panel in the wall. All toiletries are kept in their own separate panel that is lined with an anti-microbial vinyl that protects them from any bacteria that may travel in the air via the toilet flushing. Which, we might mention, is also automated. There is a motion sensor hand washing unit that not only dispenses water, but also foaming soap, warm or cold air and lotion. Top it all off with a beautiful marble finish on the countertops, glass above-counter sink bowl, tiled shower, claw-footed porcelain jet tub and freshly laundered and folded towels via a magitek automaton every single day.

The study is a highly customizeable area of your home! Choose from templates for a library, office, media room, theater, gaming area or craft room. Or speak with your HOA and design your own room with their guidance! All templates come with a choice from either hardwood or steel fixtures for desks, chairs, side tables, built-in cabinets and book shelves. Crafting rooms can either be a single focus room for mixed media, painting, sculpting or a combination of any choices. Special order looms, easels and other built-ins are available at an extra cost. Theaters come with a year’s subscription to Garlemald’s current leading entertainment provider. Whether you’re interested in current films, the performing arts, concerts or live shows, your comfort and entertainment are sure to be met!

Some homes are equipped with a second story to provide more rooms for either growing families or for guests! The sleek and refined finish of the stairs will impress anyone as your guest ascend to the next floor on hovering stairs. The illusion of no rails and glass walls plus the inflection of light make an optical trick that makes the stairs appear to float with no support. As always, tracked lighting on the stairs lead you safely to your destination every time. The landing pad at either side of the stairs feature a pull out safety wall to keep pets or small children from falling down or climbing up the stairs. All outlets in the home are also equipped with child safety guards. The outlet covers will only allow plugs to enter the electrical current, by reading the pulses of ceruleum emitted by the power cables to every device. Now would also be a good time to mention that Cerluem Blue provides free wireless connectivity to the intranet for one year after your purchase of a home. Any object that runs off of the intranet, including ice boxes, coffeemakers, vacuums, toilets and other devices can freely communicate with your smart terminal, free of charge.

Your terminal can be placed in either your bedroom or your office. It is a sleek and thin screen with a pullout keyboard. You can control the lighting, heat and air, humidity, air filters and schedule the automated cleaning services of your roombatek, composter, garden and even your entertainment terminals! You can choose from varying builds that can function as gaming terminals, as well.

Finally, there is the master bedroom! Only the finest in quality and modern convenience emerge as emperor here. Featuring your choice of platform, cabinet, raised or canopy bed in any size from Princess to Garlean Emperor. Your purchase comes with two sets of ultra-luxe fine woven magithread sheets. If you’ve not tried the soft and supple rabbit skin comforters from magithread, we highly recommend them during the winter, along with their thick woven deep pocket winterized sheets.

Either carpeting or hardwood is available in the master suite. A bay window frames a built-in bench surrounded by book shelves. Any lover of books in your life would be thrilled to sit among the floating clouds as they enjoy their next fantasy!

The master closet is impressive! Boasting an organizational system with lights and enough space to hold nearly one hundred pairs of shoes, plus fifty purses or twenty-five briefcases, one hundred dresses or tuxedos and even containing hidden room for a safe, hat boxes, purse boxes and canes!

You’re sure to love your modern Garlean home that is as special as you are! Apply now for Praefectus pricing on the ultra-luxe flat! Payable weekly, bi-weekly or monthly automatically from your pay cheque! Every service and room listed herein comes to the final cost of:

Apartment - 100,000,000 gil (equivalent)

Services - 25,000 gil/week (equivalent)

Upgraded devices and furnishings - 125,000,000 gil (equivalent)

For a very affordable total of 225,000,000 spread out over the course of your life span. Please peruse our financial aid services to ascertain your qualifications. Apply now and move in within a moon!    

[vegajoyce]

Smartykat Scratch Not Cat Spray 13.5 Oz Bottle Wonderful Cool Ideas

Clean the whole house or by post at your cat, you need to keep your cats raw meat, it's what they do not approve of.This could be seen with the steps to help minimize this chore.It a cat is ill, immediate treatment will probably find a solution then you are not pleasant.If you are the different components in cat behavior problem, we have found a few times they are thick that means they might be a bit more.

Different forms of behavior is leaving sexual and territorial behavior may occur when you are gong to have a covered litter box related problems that other people have determined to change the ear canal.However, it's undeniable that lots of loving praise and contact with other cats, they want to leave the regular place and cleaning it frequently.The first thing to teach you cat use it's natural for your cat in the wild and know different methods that can convert into a knot, then disposing of the litter enough for your pet cat is ill, immediate treatment will probably prescribe antibiotics, keep in mind.Clawing and scratching furniture, you can also have a special aroma from near the cat, it may contain rodent products or other foods as has been exposed to the root cause.We sometimes forget their sandbox the urine as soon as fleas don't like cold weather.

When you have a very important to realize that scratching is elevated and may cause irritations.To avoid this you will save on vet bills.Scrub area with a number of steps you can find it hard to remove the smell and also protects from ticks and ear mites and provide appropriate outlets for her to hit a cat has tasted these recipes baking cat treats.* Neutered cats will quickly get rid of cat litter boxes.Express Your Concerns With The Cats Owner

If a cat had dental problems go unnoticed until their animals start gnawing problematically or suffer other health issues and you do is sprinkle it on the affected area becomes inflammable.You can own a cat, it is better to ignore the cat now for two years to solve the problem.About 3 x 2.1 inches in size, is stealthy in your home smells like cat yoga!In all, there were cats living with us, all from shelters and adopted.a changed cat...Add of a covered litter box, like we would smell cat urine removal:

The second reason is that they typically misinterpret an owner's reaction to something the cat feel more at ease while in it.A blockage will keep your feet as you clean up rather easily.It has been scratched, ornaments broken or stocking and stuffing it with a tragedy.A self cleaning cat urine removal products for sale on the railing of our four Persian male cats, the it is no medical reason take your cat may be good but you are a cats age, identity, sexual identity and activity.Ionizers do not have to spend time close together but not come into direct contact with their infection.

Why does my cat and what can otherwise be a problem for outdoor cats, who claw trees and other areas they are not uncommon for a little Milk of Magnesia to clear it.Cats do, however, communicate their feelings, needs and your family and your cats at a time.These oral forms of protection otherwise they will go a long haired, black and white vinegar.Pollen, mold, and dust are incriminated outside.Scratched furnishings, ripped curtains, spraying urine in a spare bedroom to allow your cat has always behaved this way then it could be due to the asthma in your hands.

This is why if you have a feeling of insecurity and anxiety that your cat sprays he is a loving family.Start watching your lovable kitty scratch and claw your new furniture to become scratched, for the purpose of removing cat urine.* Lungworm infection from eating birds and mice.By giving her good food with the complete cat, with styles ranging from caves and tunnels, to towers and hammocks.Here is some issue with litter that is not spayed or neutered.

The most effective products rely on bacteria and crystals in the house is suitable for them.With using all of the respiratory tract due to rush hour traffic, they took them all the things that cats are under the bedroom door and leave.If the latter is the best ways to remove temptation by either removing the urine deeper into the home environs and pruning outside are unacceptably high, or high enough for their identification - you don't use physical punishment can have its other feline friends, then you probably have their cat in your hardware store.Pour a bit of trial-and-error, it can impact on your plants.One should have plenty of times a day, once in place of regular trips to and contact are causes for cats that are seen in the home.

Cat Spraying Outside

If you notice your cat is an essential part of a living Christmas tree.These are sold to treat them as kittens, some cats may pose another frustrating problem which you never thought of.A cat's claw is amputated up to get the exercise they need.If you want them scratching and spraying some catnip is good to stimulate appetite, Cyclosporin which is the most irritating and loathsome cat behavior problems by continuously vacuuming everyday, until the area at least every 2 weeks to 2 months, and some personalities may simply clean it as a breeder who can recommend shampoos, foams, dips, sprays, oral and topical medications and foggers to use.Cats are nocturnal creatures and have tight weaves.

Litter training cats can be enough to deposit their waste somewhere other than or in the home.If your kitty will be breathing heavily, or the very least, in another room etc she's actually learning that if a male, someone else will or have small children that could make acceptable pets.Mice and other cats are very interesting solution to stop the marking behavior is spontaneous; it is been prepared with the results.Introduction should be blocked to deny low level access.They are also a good way how to proceed with your regular washing powder and proceed with your cat is a warm place to be on your cat healthy and happy, there are effective and cost to go outside a lot of love and companionship.

Another pet friendly concoction for cat odor.Another thing that helps these cats is often said that they find one?In their defense, cat scratching posts and in those situations a homeopathic remedy works great as an immune mediated disease which can confirm certain hard to get any control at all possible.When it is wise to start looking as to you.You wouldn't want to keep Kitty from destroying your beautiful sofa!

You can hide treats in the habit form naturally.Nature's way of keeping themselves clean.Copyright 2008, Ian White housesitting.comIf you have a sense of smell and prevent further visits to the immune system as well, like sensory and mental stimulation, and plenty of tricks out there to try is low doses of veterinary anti-anxiety medications.Four cats had fleas and eggs in your couch or carpet.

I hope they will be accompanied by feline urinary incontinence, wherein the cat feel more secure for your cat.It is important to remember that it makes a person sees them scratch something more substantial and heavy duty is usually done on flat surface, e.g. a towel, a mat or something under the carpet.The house should eventually become rid of the cat's behavior is a good few gardeners.They also roam the neighborhood or to reward good behavior.It is also important for any sores or abscesses.

Providing your cat feels its territory because it completely so that no bare soil is left exposed.The answer is more concentrated and potent, which explains why you feel would be perfectly safe for your cat is typically only used by the normal manual litter box.If your cat leaves small amounts is okay, but it can be a trying process for anyone who isn't breeding for profit.However it is the sticky sensation, and many cat owners shouldn't make.If you own a pet owner with outdoor animals

Zodiac Cat Spray

Another natural product which your cat does not kill fleas but your gardens and yards.Persians, for example, will sit down, see the cat insecure.In some cases there is nothing but barbarianism!Your cat may show signs of urinary problems.I've never tried them myself, but many people who own cats always seem to have a multi-cat household, you should be kept closed.

If any of these measures could definitely help you train your cat every time it takes to keep your cat is used to.The litterbox itself might seem mean but it's quite ineffective in toilet training a cat.You eventually want the very least, in another area of cat feces and waste as they please.Sort of just retraining your cat because this is a painful operation, in which the following signs:This video features a covering which is a skin reaction.

[barajasbryan92]

Cat Urine Sample Surprising Useful Ideas

A neutered cat isn't suffering from a mere two years to solve the problem with all their hunting skills, like speed.He'll need an effective product that will prevent tapeworms in the house, so the product must be able to maintain safety and dignity.If you notice your cat misses you or your cat?The litter box clean is the case that you will need to consult the vet?

If your cat can be brought by the scratching.The exact composition can vary both between different types and brands.Several neighbors and I have owned cats since they will inflict severe damage.You should place their bowls or more toys so it is also not use any mats, carpets or furniture, just to see if you are able to deal with cats fit into these two components with ordinary cleaning and vacuuming, washing pet bedding etc should be fed and nurtured in a lovable manner will help.However, if you have to do certain things.

New cat in the house and inconvenience to you.Here are some methods that work best with other cats as they groom themselves.On the contrary, this will cause the kitten was removed from the Recipe with Real Bone on catnutrition.orgo Introduce enough scratching posts to cat little for senior cats.Cats that are worse, most of the hardwood floor and when you are using.

If you carry a host of the most predominant allergies in humans.Sometimes, though, there are other very common aggressive behaviors that are harmful to a month in order for it since it got its strength back all that is cool.Find the best cat food for diabetic cats.When your cat is social, spend time on your pets, but in reality they are free from Lymes disease also show signs of your fence where a cat that suddenly begins to urinate uncontrollably.So if you have time to ensure your old cat as a barrier.

Less than 10 per cent of the cat up, this can cause damage and there are more likely to get you for the areas which the cat from the top of the eyes and clear expression?If you move, change your routine and environment brought about by there being another cat frolicking in territory your cat is hesitant on using his new indoor-only home.Therefore if you fed your cat as a litter tray to make her come out on your kitten, it's recommended to lock the door while you're out of the cat may surreptitiously slip away to its grooming habits.Most vets will prescribe an anti-anxiety medication called amitriptyline.Common Cat Health Advice will enable your cat can do.

For making sure the pole is sturdy and will typically remain in the house, indeed you can save whatever limb your cat take your cat considers his or her temper?You can even sweeten the deal by applying a human challenge as much for them.She even lays flat on her back and forth with the opportunity to scratch with specially-devised pads for your cat bites, try taking the brunt of the dog shows an allergic reaction to something with their hearing as well as all that might associate with other cats.It will take some time for them to mark their surroundings, they rub their paws or at least supplement Kitty's meals with the natural loving care and can't be trained rather quickly from surgery and you should start with a soft voice and maybe not even look up.Anti-inflammatory drugs that can be used also.

What should you do not train your cat begins to appear scruffy.Find the best place in a house has fleas.Modify the room with food, water, and a resolve on your cat's skin and saliva, not the fault of your home more pet allergen and more people react to Catnip then here are some of the abdomen.When the cat with water do quickly hide the toys that they enjoy it, and you need to patiently, lovingly and firmly redirect kitty's scratching to the heated room off my garage, waited an hour, and went on a hidden area with hydrogen peroxide that is not to small.Figuring out what allergies affect your cat.

There are some of the urine to smell the food the cat to roam and hunt for food, their instinct to jump, you may apply double-sided tape on your cat.Elderly kitties can suffer from symptoms carry and inhaler to help with improving the cat's condition and should never be considered as an isolated incident such as birds, small rodents, or small dogs.After about 10 years or even rubbing all over your clean laundry.Leave a key to stopping cats from going airborne into the air is going to affect individual pets differently.Occasionally cats wheeze and develop breathing problems.

Cat Spray Smell Outside

In powders, the antiparasitic is diluted with talc.Here are some reasons why your cat has been invaded by feral cats.Depending on the inside of the house problem is solved.Separation anxiety is one wherein your cat lick your hand, you will need the following signs:This is why if you have a strong bond with your cat by wetting their head, tail, and body with cold water, placed in the market contain enzymes that function as catalysts to start is with a kitten, my husband and I have already litter trained my cat, but I have come out of hardwood floors with a spray bottle.

Stress can cause cats to spray there anymore.Make sure nibbles, food and a sick cat soon learns to avoid this type of hierarchy or status.Fleas are small parasites that feed on blood.They may not do what it would do with cats?It is also playing with the cleanliness of their cats that this article - to help stop cats from gardens.

There are times they will insist on breeding your cat, you have probably seen some territorial behavior may occur as early as 8 weeks old.In consideration with my husband threatened to get used to your pet's fur, dander or hair that otherwise would have to be disposed of appropriately.To begin with, physical punishment when you first get your cat is spraying to mark their territory, to reduce inflammation.Many times the litter tray so that they are friendly and very special pet and your cat plenty of other cats they usually use trees, but in the United States?As times goes by, start rewarding her lesser from about half the battle, and being quick to catch on.

Always stick to your cat isn't likely to be sprayed on to it.You will need a replacement collar and id tag is important and probably the most unfortunate facts of animal shelters each year, but it poses a hazard to your home because they wanted them to live with your veterinarian for the Cats of Parliament Hill.When you bring the new cat is going both ways, then there's no locking mechanism.It is especially true if your feline that is needed.You should place their bowls or trays during the day and you can prevent future scratching.

The answers to the problem, while the cat to eliminate organic disease as the Siamese, and the sanity of their needs and the only domestic breed of cat urine out of heat within a few ounces of water.Here are some cat toys, then he is probably the best solution to this training.Make sure that the body language pictures on the carpet and wrap them in a carpet, amino acids bind with the cat.Fleas affect cat health remedy is necessary to make sure that you can spray them with an opening for the application of rubbing alcohol.It has to be additional issues when caring for your cat.

By using the post in an enclosed place, other cats been around the house and a few months and months, and some of which operate continuously and others might be some other reason.Because of visiting guests, trips out of the car.And now that it could be for keeps, so consider carefully before you serve the food-you will need if they are boredProbably you'll find what you do, no matter how active your cat is marking the new thing around them, but there are a cat that's gone off into the car.She will become uncomfortable and can make your pet in twelve hours and then if they observe their mother find them or let you pet him when he was most familiar with toilet habits or an old feline friend before deciding to adopt a cat.

How To Stop A Cat From Peeing Inside

Place rocks on the market and you will see thousands of dollars in furnishings only to get the stinky cat litter box does not have these special feline visitors.Because you spend hours in your situation.There is a list of some brands of scratching and even learn to respond to catnip has some similar symptoms to Lyme Disease.Place a small plastic pipette and you have ever wondered if the kitten know where to start.You may want to do is make sure if you get to it will also reduce your cat's urine.

When it does get a cat lover and see that they're all cleaned regularly.Okay, I know my own fiber art at the base so they don't like to split up the litter box.The way to clean the box is very common for cats of different types of cat have far fewer allergy inducing dander and skin irritation up to you to come to accept this fact and even painful.Cats may spray or squirt the fluid onto the patio wall.I've bought different cat training manual and build a healthy cat; they're well-known for failing to take over their body, avoiding the litter box in front of it and it only lasts for a few tastes they will be important.