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sunflowerhoney · 3 years

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I’m sorry this is so late...I had so many things going on and the ugly case of writer’s block but here it is...longer than just a drabble this time 💞 hope you had a wonderful birthday, darling 🌺

It’s a lovely morning when Gwendolyn wakes up next to her special woman. Birds are chirping and the sun shines through the sheer lace curtains. Mildred stirs suddenly and rolls over in Gwendolyn’s arms. The brunette rubs her eyes open and smiles tiredly at the blonde. She yawns before she can say anything.

“Happy birthday, darling,” Gwendolyn murmurs into her favorite lady’s ear. Her lips graze Mildred’s temple, cheek, chin, and finally pause on her mouth. They kiss hungrily. Mildred moans as Gwendolyn explores her mouth with soft swipes of her tongue and the younger woman’s breath hitches when the older of the two bites her lower lip softly. Mildred tangles her fingers in Gwendolyn’s locks and pulls her closer as they continue making out passionately.

“Thank you, sweetheart...” Mildred gasps out once they take a moment to catch their breaths. “It’s the best one I’ve ever had, and we’re not even eating yet!”

“Hm...that reminds me.” Gwendolyn sits up and pushes the covers off herself. She strokes Mildred’s hair and then rests her hand on her girlfriend’s cheek, stroking her thumb against it from side to side. “My love, I’m going to get breakfast made for us, but then I’m baking a cake...now what flavor would you like?”

Mildred squeezes her hand and looks down bashfully. “Oh, Gwen, you don’t have to-“

She gets out of bed. “I want to...but only if it’s okay with you, of course.”

“Why?” Mildred looks at her, puzzled.

“Sweetness, because I adore you. I cherish you with every fiber of my being. Everyone deserves to have cake on their birthday if they’re a decent human being, and you are far beyond that...you’re amazing and I take genuine pleasure in spoiling you.”

“Fair enough.” Mildred giggles. “I’m talking to a lady who makes me breakfast in bed almost every morning. Many of them contain chocolate chip banana blueberry pancakes or waffles with coffee the way I like it, milk, creamer, and whipped cream!” She beams up at Gwendolyn. “Um...yellow cake with chocolate frosting!”

The light feeling blossoms within Gwendolyn. “That sounds delicious! What did you want to do for the rest of the day?”

“Take a stroll along the beach, then a picnic for lunch...fine dining tonight complete with margaritas, and cake, of course!” Mildred responds cheerfully.

“Oh, what a wonderful plan!” Gwendolyn sighs happily as she takes Mildred in. “My goodness, I love waking up next to such beauty every morning, and such a kind hearted soul!”

“As do I, my darling.”

“Isn’t that my pet name for you?” Gwendolyn teases her.

Mildred swats at her playfully.

“I’ll resume my pampering.” Gwendolyn lifts Mildred’s hand and kisses her knuckles before leaving their room. She wants to surprise Mildred with a meal she’s never made, but Mildred sometimes orders it when they go out for breakfast.

“Egg omelette with cheese, bell peppers, and ham!” Mildred squeals when Gwendolyn carries the plates full of food and beverages into their room. “Thank you so much, honey!” The younger woman scoots herself up to a sitting position and waves it over.

“You’re very welcome, dear!” Gwendolyn sets it in her lap and takes a spot beside her. They share a hot, open-mouthed kiss before starting to eat their meal and sip their drinks.

While Gwendolyn makes Mildred her cake, the latter takes a shower and puts on a yellow casual dress for her special day. She wears makeup and twists her hair into a bun before putting on a white sunhat. She goes downstairs and stops at the doorway of the kitchen to hear Gwendolyn humming cheerfully while sliding her cake into the oven.

A lump forms in Mildred’s throat, for she’s never actually celebrated her birthday with anyone. Anna, her caseworker, gave her cake, but never fostered her. The others who had, just treated the day like nothing. After only one time of doing so, she had learned never to speak of it again. Blinking her tears back, she comes up to Gwendolyn and puts her arms around the blonde’s waist from behind.

Gwendolyn makes a noise of surprise. “Oh, darling, hello, I didn’t hear you arrive.” She turns in Mildred’s embrace and hugs her back.

“I’m sorry that I frightened you. My footsteps aren’t very loud.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Gwendolyn assures her. She gives Mildred a fond peck on the lips and her blue eyes stare lovingly into Mildred’s brown eyes.

Mildred grins at her love and twirls her fingers around the blonde, messy tendrils that frame Gwendolyn’s beautiful face. “I know...it’s just a habit.”

Gwendolyn smiles at her sadly, remembering when Mildred had told her how mistreated she had been in her youth. “Mm-hm. You look beautiful today, but you always do, every time I lay my eyes on you.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. So do you!”

“Your compliment is much appreciated, but I’m going to take a shower, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too,” Mildred responds, beaming with joy.

After Gwendolyn curls her hair to perfection, she puts it in a half-up style and dresses in a sky blue button-up shirt and black trousers. She sets her matching beret on her head and applies eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, and bright red lipstick. “Well?” she asks, spinning around adorably.

Mildred chuckles. “Absolutely glamorous!”

“Thank you!”

As soon as Gwendolyn takes the cake out of the oven, she lets it cool. Mildred eyes it hungrily. They pack their lunches and then Gwendolyn shoos Mildred out. “How I decorate the cake should be a surprise until after dinner tonight!” she claims.

“I couldn’t agree with you more!”

Gwendolyn helps Mildred into her coat and then puts her own on. She holds her hand out for Mildred to take. “Shall we go, princess?”

Mildred grabs it. “Yes, my girl.”

On their stroll along the beach, they’re holding hands, talking, and laughing as the waves crash against the shore. They’re carrying their picnic baskets and gazing at each other with so much adoration. “Do you notice how the sun glitters on the sea?” Gwendolyn asks.

Mildred nods and she’s smiling so hard that her cheeks hurt. “It’s beautiful...but it hardly compares with how pretty you are.”

Gwendolyn’s eyes sparkle like sapphires as she grins. “My darling, you’re too sweet.”

The brunette shakes her head. “No, that would be you.” She kneels down and lays out a red and white checkered blanket. “This spot is lovely, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it sure is!” The blonde sits with her and they eat while watching the enchanted, greenish-blue ocean. It’s hardly warm enough to actually swim, but they do enjoy taking photos of it and each other.

When their lunch is finished, they put the containers away and lay on the blanket together, cuddling under the magnificent sky until it grows dark. They watch the sunset as the clear moon rises and then, they see stars. Gwendolyn shivers a bit and that’s when Mildred knows that their pleasant stay out here must end and they need to go somewhere inside. “You’re cold, honey,” she points out.

“Yes, it’s getting chilly,” Gwendolyn agrees. “Let’s get to that restaurant!”

“Okay!” Mildred says excitedly.

Gwendolyn drives them to a Mexican place and they order margaritas and cheese enchiladas with rice, refried beans, mild salsa, guacamole, chicken, and sour cream. It’s all so delicious and their heads are buzzing with the alcohol. It’s such an excellent sensation and Gwendolyn pays for the meal.

“Thank you for such a wonderful day,” Mildred tells her softly.

“You’re welcome, but it isn’t over yet,” Gwendolyn murmurs, winking at her. “Hey...isn’t every day splendid with me?” she teases.

“Of course it is!”

They both giggle in harmony.

At home, Gwendolyn has Mildred sit at the brown table in the dining room and then she dims the lights. She goes into the kitchen and lights ten candles that she’s plopped into the cake - three years for each one. She begins singing Happy Birthday as she enters the living room, holding the platter of cake. Mildred’s face glows with extreme happiness as Gwendolyn places it down in front of her.

“Happy birthday, dear Mildred, happy birthday to you!” she finishes crooning.

Mildred claps and cheers. She puts her hand to her chest. “Aw, thank you so much, Gwen! Chocolate frosting with my name in pink letters and a blue heart beside it and yellow flowers...my favorite design ever!”

Smiling, Gwendolyn takes a picture of a beaming Mildred with her cake. “The pleasure is mine, my sweetest darling girl. Now, make a wish!”

Mildred closes her eyes and inhales. A few moments later, she blows out her candles and Gwendolyn claps for her. They exchange a liplock and then remove the candles before the wax melts into the frosting. “Wouldn’t you like to know what my wish was?”

“Don’t tell me, or it won’t come true!” Gwendolyn warns her.

Mildred smirks. “Yeah, I better not.”

“Now...hold on one moment, before I forget...I have a gift for you!” Gwendolyn runs up the steps and grabs the present she’s about to give Mildred. She goes downstairs to find Mildred seated on the couch. She hands Mildred the neatly wrapped box and watches in anticipation as her girlfriend opens it.

The younger woman squeals, holding up her elegant diamond necklace. “Oh my! Gwen…thank you.”

“My pleasure. Can I help you put it on?”

Mildred nods, beaming. So Gwendolyn does, and ever so delicately, too. Mildred giggles as Gwendolyn’s fingernails lightly brush the back of her neck as she does the clasp. The pendant sits in the valley of Mildred’s cleavage and it looks amazing. She gazes at her reflection in the mirror. “Wow, it’s truly gorgeous!”

“I’m glad you love it, sweetheart.” Gwendolyn hugs her from behind and Mildred returns the gesture. “Would you like to dance?”

“Sure, but...there’s no music playing.”

“I’m about to change that!” Gwendolyn strides to the record player and begins a slow, romantic song. She starts swaying with Mildred, swirling her around their living room floor, and then dipping her as the brunette cracks up with pure, unbridled joy. Gwendolyn joins in and then, their lips touch. She brings Mildred back up and holds her gaze.

Their arms wrapped around each other, they kiss over and over again without abandon.

OH MY GOSH THIS IS LITERALLY THE CUTEST EVER!!!! Thank you so, so much you are so awesome and this is truly amazing!!! 🥺

Gwen making Mildred a birthday cake!!! That is too cute!! Mildred deserves a happy birthday with her love after everything, this was so so cute and well written and so them!!

Thank you so, so much again and thank you for the birthday wishes!! I’m so sorry I’m a bit late posting but I appreciate you a lot!! 💖 ☺️

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angelliev · 4 years

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Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Eighteen - Rogue The Pogue

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: Aria comes home to find JJ’s new friend, and Elaine has important news to share with JJ, leaving him in question as to what to do next.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of abandonment, and slight angst.

A/N: Sorry for posting so late. School is back in session and I have been crazy busy job hunting. I’ll try to post as soon as possible. Hope you enjoy! (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. Not my show or characters.)

Lover Boy Series Masterlist

5 months

Growing up, I always daydreamed about the perfect house. I used to dream about living in a castle with a handsome prince, but clearly I grew up to realize what a silly and adorable fantasy that was. I have grown easily fond of this house over the past few weeks, and I don’t need a prince because I have JJ.

“This place is so cute!” Charis exclaimed before plopping on the couch. “I love what you guys have done with the color scheme! It gives off such a warm and cozy vibe.” Sarah couldn’t help but admire the home. “You even have your own little dock!” Kiara gazes out the window. The girls had helped me shop for some more supplies for the house.

It was nice to still have my friends around. The summer is coming to an end, which means college is just around the corner. (Let's just pretend there’s a college in the OBX, cause I refuse to break up the pogues.) While my friends will be attending, I’ll be taking college online. I figured it would be better to work from home during and after the pregnancy. I’m also attempting to avoid any uncomfortable confrontations with people. My little secret was out in the open now, due to Luke’s outburst in the hospital a couple months ago. It’s impossible to go grocery shopping without someone pointing and talking about me. I’m also tired of trying to cool down a pissed of JJ every time he hears someone talk shit about me.

I continued to watch my show and cook for the remainder of the evening after the girls left. The savory smell of dinner filled up the whole house, making my stomach grumble violently. My head perked up when I heard the front door open and keys jingle. As predicted, JJ followed the smell of food into the kitchen with an excited smile baby. “What’s cooking in here babe?” He asked hugging me from behind, his body flush against mine. “Enchiladas.” I whisper playfully. “Say it again.” “Enchiladas.” I whispered slowly once more, flirtatiously. He attacks my neck in kisses, making me giggle uncontrollably.

I turn to peck his lips. His hands go to my growing baby bump. He soon gets down on his knees, peppering soft kisses against the bump. My hands massage his hair lovingly. “Hey little bean. It’s your daddy. I missed you today. Still hangin’ in there huh? I love you so much and I can't wait to meet you.” JJ rests his cheek against my belly. A strange and sudden motion within my belly made the two of us jump. Our eyes locked excitedly.

“I think the baby just kicked.” I say incredulously. JJ’s smile shines insanely bright. “Are you saying hi to me?” He asked before placing his head against once more, waiting for another kick. But before another kick could come, my phone rings.

“Hey mom.” I answer the phone. “Hi Elaine!” JJ perks his head up. “Hello my loves. You guys got a minute?” She asked hesitantly. “Yeah, what's up?” I asked nervously. “It’s about JJ’s mom.” The two of us share look. “What about her?” He asked urgently. “We found her.” The three words put us both in surprise. JJ finally stands up, absolutely speechless. “Where is she?” I asked for him. “Atlanta, Georgia.” The three of us just sat in an uncomfortable silence until mom broke it. “I’ll send you her address and where she works.” JJ just runs his hands through his hair “Thanks mom. Can I call you back later? Thank you.”

“You okay babe?” I asked genuinely concerned. “I think the enchiladas are done.” He ignores the question. “Babe, what do you want to do about this?” I asked firmly this time. He just stands there combing through the options in his head. “I don't know yet. I’ll have to think about it.”

A Few Days Later...

I’ve given JJ the time to think about his decision. The subject was never once brought up since the phone call. I can't imagine what is going through his head. He’s been wanting to find her for a while, and he finally knows where she is, but will he actually go through with it? Even if he did, what would say to her? What would she say to him?

I let the thoughts and questions bubble up as I approach the house, groceries in hand, when I noticed something bizarre. I noticed little muddy paw prints on the porch. My eyebrows knit in confusion. “Babe?” I asked opening the door hesitantly. I place the groceries down and follow the trail throughout the house until I reached the bathroom. “JJ what are these,” I didn't even finish my sentence before my eyes landed on what was in front of me.

JJ sitting on the cool tiled floor, cup in hand, with an adorable pitbull puppy having a ball in the tub. The two looked up at me with dumbfounded looks on their faces. “Uh, whatcha got there?” I finally speak. JJ looks me dead in the eye with the most serious look on his face I have ever gazed upon before saying, “A smoothie.” RIP ICarly. His poker face remains still. “No shit. What do you have in the bathtub?” “Water and coconut bubble bath.” “Thank you captain obvious.” I say in a sarcastic tone. “Anytime honey pie.” He winks.

“So, who's this?” I asked curiously. “This is Rogue the Pogue.” He patted his head affectionately. I couldn't contain the laughter within in me. “Rogue the Pogue. That's pretty adorable.” “He’s our little mascot. Up top bro.” JJ holds his hand up, which Rogue gladly paws at. “So is Rogue here staying for dinner?” I pet the playful puppy. “Hell yeah he is. He likes chicken by the way.” “Oh, well I’ll keep that in mind.” The two of us chuckle.

“Where’d you find him?” I asked. “He’s a stray. I’m sorry, I knew I should've called and asked but I saw him and knew I couldn't just leave him on the side of the road to die.” He began to ramble. “JJ, I’m not mad. I think it’s sweet of you to bring him home.” I reassure him. “Can he stay?” He asked with his own childlike puppy dog eyes. How the hell does he expect me to say no to that face, along with the adorable puppy. “Of course. After all, the baby needs a friend.” JJ’s face lit up excitedly. He jumps up knocking over the smoothie.

“Thank you baby! Thank you! Thank you!” He engulfs me into a warm hug. This excites Rogue, making him jump out of the tub, shake the water off, and run out of the room. “He’s loose! Suspect heading south to the kitchen.” JJ sprints after the playful pitbull. And falling on his ass on the way.

After a few hours of chasing Rogue around the house, we all settled down on the couch watching a movie, with Rogue nestled up against JJ. “I can't believe someone would just abandon him like that.” JJ mumbled sadly. I looked up at him concerned. “What matters now is that he has home.” I peck his cheek. “I want to see her.” JJ said out of the blue. This caught me off guard. “What do you think babe?” He looked into my eyes. “I think we’ve got a long ride ahead of us.”

#jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj x reader #jj x oc #obx imagine #obx fanfiction

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writersrealmbts · 5 years

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Fluffy Tails: Part 3-Recipe for Fluff

Description: Halloween! Hybrid!Jungkook x reader, Sanctuary Universe: Fall has come, and with it tons of yummy foods that inevitably help you put on some weight for winter hibernation. Jungkook loves his squirrel, fluff and all.

Light Angst/Fluff

Posted: 10/29/2019

Tags: Hybrid au, Hybrid Jungkook,

Wordcount: 2,185

A/N: Sorry I didn’t get it posted this morning, Tuesdays are my busy days and I didn’t wake up early enough to post it. It’s not exactly what was asked for, but it’s the closest approximation I could get given previously established stuff.

“Y/n? Are we going to any Halloween parties?”

You finished measuring out the allspice, trying to decide how to answer him. “Did you have some that you wanted to go to?” You dreaded costume shopping. It was a trial every year.

“Not really, I usually go home for Halloween or to Jimin-hyung’s. We could stay in and watch Halloween movies instead. Especially if—is that pumpkin bread?” His ears perked up, and he bounced a little as he stayed at the edge of the kitchen.

“It will be. I think movies sound great,” You replied, slowly adding your dry ingredients to the mixture in the mixer. “You’re okay with walnuts, right?”

“Yes!”

You nodded, happy that he was because you really loved having nuts in your pumpkin bread.

He was humming softly, sitting on the other side of the counter so that he could be with you while not being in your way. “You’ve been cooking a lot lately.”

You shrugged a bit.

“I had to start working out again,” He commented, laughing a bit.

Your cheeks burned a bit. “Oh.”

He noticed, of course he would. “It’s not a bad thing. I like having so much food. And I really like the recipes you’ve been trying out lately.”

You nodded. “I’m glad.” You started adding water to the mixture, eyes glued to it so you wouldn’t look at Jungkook. The two of you had been dating for almost a year now, but there was still some uncharted territory. Like how your weight tended to fluctuate, especially around fall and in early winter.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“You okay?”

You nodded. “Just focusing on baking.”

“Alright,” he said after a moment. “I’ll go pick out our first movie. Did you get the candy for the apartment kids?”

“It’s by the door, and don’t you dare steal any until we know trick or treating is over, Jeon Jungkook.”

He laughed, but he went straight to the living area and started looking through the movies the two of you owned.

You’d sort of gradually moved in, officially getting the lease changed about two weeks ago when your previous lease ended and his was about to get renewed. Moving the last of your things into the spare bedroom, even though you spent every night in his room.

“Probably a good thing we’re not going to a party, I’ve got a meeting with one of my teachers tomorrow,” He called out.

“That teacher finally set a meeting to talk about that paper?”

“Yeah, and I have your notes. I’m glad I’ve got such a smart woman watching over me,” He said, arms wrapping around you as he came back into the kitchen. “Train to Busan or Beetlejuice?”

“Both?” You wiggled. “Tail.”

“Sorry,” He grumbled, stepping back so your tail was freed and then reattaching once he pushed it out of the way. “That smells so good.”

You added in the chopped walnuts, then pulled over your bread pans. Jungkook had gotten you two bread pans for your birthday and you’d given him lots of kisses because you made at least three pans of bread every week, especially as the weather started turning cold. Your instincts had you both stocking up on food, eating extra food, and gaining weight. You’d then lose said weight through the winter and be back in shape by spring. Maybe next spring the two of you would officially mate, now that you knew of each other’s habits and feelings wouldn’t be as hurt as this past spring. It wasn’t anything either of you could have helped. Neither of you really realized that the other was indicating they wanted to mate, especially since you both didn’t really realize how you were behaving in the first place. Him running circles around you, you running away and expecting to be chased and both of you being hurt when instinctual expectations weren’t met. And then before you two could properly sort things out, you had to leave for your student research position in Paraguay and you didn’t really have the resources to contact him, as much as it killed you. Plus you had to work twice as hard because you were a hybrid and everyone expected you to fail.

When you’d returned, he was waiting anxiously at the airport with candied pecans and a bouquet of daisies and you cried because of the month of stress and missing him. You didn’t leave his side for a whole week after that, panicking when he started leaving your side. He didn’t mind most of the time, a little worried about you because you also didn’t speak during that time, far too emotional. But when you did talk to him, late one night while the two of you were cuddled up in a blanket fort that felt very nest-like to you, he was so soft and gentle and it was honestly one of the best things ever. Even though you felt bad for your behavior both before leaving and after coming back.

He just seemed relieved that you were able to speak again, and told you that you weren’t allowed to be away that long without contact because he felt sick while you were gone. His family told you that he was a mess, and that they’d worried about him becoming depressed. And that he kept feeding squirrels in the park.

It was after that week that you realized that Jungkook wasn’t leaving your side either, and he kept bringing more and more food home. He didn’t actually want you away from him like you had supposed when you couldn’t stop clinging to him.

“Baby?” He whispered, nibbling on your neck. “You’re awfully quiet.”

“You’re warm,” You murmured back, finding yourself leaning back against him. “And I need to move, and can’t because of your arms.”

“Oh,” He whispered, but didn’t make any sort of attempt to leave your side. “That does sound like a problem.”

“I can’t make dinner until these are baked,” You whispered.

“What are we having for dinner?” He asked, his voice a little husky.

“Stuffed spaghetti squash, veggie enchilada style,” You answered, still almost in a whisper.

He moaned softly. “That sounds so good!”

“It will be, if I can make it,” You flicked his face with your tail and ducked out the moment his arms loosened in surprise.

“Wow, that’s cheating!” He batted at your tail, still losing as you flicked your tail out of your way multiple times as he tried to both box it and catch it. It was one of his new games. “Dang it’s fast.”

You hummed happily, pouring the batter into the pans and then sticking them into the oven, setting the timer and then spinning around just before he managed to catch your tail and blinking up at him through your lashes. “Jungkookie, don’t you think it’s time you said sorry to my tail for trying to abuse it?”

“It started it,” He muttered, folding his arms.

You tried not to laugh at his idea of your tail being a separate entity from yourself. “Is that so?”

“It keeps trying to come between us,” He said, watching it suspiciously as your tail curled around your feet and out of the reach of his hands.

“Hmm. So you tried to fight my tail.”

“It fought back!” He objected, pulling out the veggies from the fridge and started to nibble them in frustration.

You took one as well. “Jungkook, you do realize that my tail is attached to me, right? So if you grab my tail, it will lead to me either being hurt or hurting you?”

He looked away sheepishly. “Yeah, yeah. I know.”

You reached up and lovingly tugged on of his bunny ears. “Do you want me to play with your tail?”

He turned red, first his ears, then his neck, then his face. “No. No. I’m good.”

“Shame,” you whispered, kissing his cheek and heading toward the living room. “Let’s start with Beetlejuice, and then watch Train to Busan.”

“What about dinner?”

“I told you, I can make it until the pumpkin bread is done. Bring the veggies. I’m hungry too.”

He did as you said, sitting next to you and letting you cover both of you with your tail and a blanket. He had taken to petting his enemy during movies and such and you honestly weren’t going to complain.

The two of you didn’t get many trick-or-treaters, and most of them came while the two of you were having dinner.

Jungkook lay with his head on your lap for Train to Busan, sighing happily. “You’re so soft. I was right. Fall is the best time to cuddle you.”

You felt your cheeks burn. “How so?”

He kissed your knee. “You get a little squishy.”

“Excuse me?” You were a little confused by that.

He rolled onto his back to smile up at you. “You’re nice to cuddle with all the time, but because it’s fall and our nature tells us to put on weight for hibernation—even though we don’t hibernate—has made you all soft and comfy and you just feel fluffy. It’s nice. And your ass looks especially nice in my sweats now. You can weigh however much you like, y/n, as long as we’re healthy and happy and together, I’m happy. Now, are we going to watch the movies? Or are we going to cut into that pumpkin bread?”

You shrugged, still a little surprised by what he said.

“I vote pumpkin bread,” He chirped happily, rolling off of your lap and pulling you to your feet before dragging you to the kitchen. “Smells so good. Ooh, we should make apple pie soon!”

You shook your head, laughing as he continued listing different fall desserts and such that he wanted “us to make” which definitely meant you. He’d help now and then, but he definitely relied on you for the know-how.

“You really didn’t want to go to any parties, did you?” He asked teasingly, kissing your cheek as you cut into the bread.

“Finding costumes is a nightmare this time of year. Besides, then I’d have to deal with those sorority bunnies making eyes at you and somehow come out of there without having a handful of rabbit-tails.” You placed his piece on a plate and started slicing a smaller one for yourself.

“Even though you know I don’t care about them?”

“Yup. Because I’ve already heard enough about how ‘interspecies mating is a travesty’ from their dumb mouths. The only problem with interspecies mating comes when it’s a predator and prey sort of deal and even then, it’s not that big of a deal,” You grumbled, then waited as he tasted the bread.

He moaned in delight. “This is amazing.” He hugged you tightly to him, nuzzling against your neck.

You giggled as his nose barely brushed against your skin and his hair tickled your neck. “You sound more like you want to make love to it than stuff your face.”

“Can’t I eat it while making love to you?” He asked, popping another piece into his mouth with a pleased groan.

“Hmmm, pass.” You pushed out of his arms and darted down the hall.

“Hey!” He was close behind you, playfully chasing after you until he managed to catch you by his bed, pulling you to him by the waist and kissing your fiercely.

You giggled as you managed to break away again, leading him in a chase around the apartment, before he managed to catch you again, scooping you up into his arms.

“Are you courting me?” He asked, teasing.

Your cheeks burned at the question, your body rigid in his hold.

His expression softened. “Oh. Well. Would you look at that. Seems like your instincts have a trick and a treat in store for us,” He whispered, leaning in and kissing you before carrying you to the bed. He lay you down gently and kissed you. “I’ll put the food away. You get comfy.”

You nodded, still a little rigid.

He rubbed his nose against yours. “D-did you maybe…want…to…?”

You were beyond embarrassed.

“…Mate?” He finally finished the question, looking a little embarrassed himself.

“Are we ready for that?” You asked, looking away from him.

He was quiet for a moment, then his face was centimeters away and he looked determined. “I am if you are. I don’t have any doubts.”

“Neither do I,” You whispered.

He smiled. “I still need to put the food away.”

You nodded and watched him go, a little excited by how confident he seemed as he walked with a bounce in his step. “This isn’t a trick, right?”

He laughed, turning back. “No, it’s definitely a treat. Anything we need before?”

“Better bring snacks. I’ve been having midnight munchies.”

“Really? Me too. Well, 3 am munchies, but same difference. I’ll bring an assortment. And the candy.”

“Ooh! Yes!”

He laughed and bounded away to get the snacks and candy.

Your mate. He was going to be your mate. Your bunny.

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lloronala · 4 years

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@cantenalcoro said: 💞 || accepting

She’s asking him where he’s going with his tatarabuelo, as she isn’t aware of the plans they could have made ahead of time. A competition, he enthusiastically responds to her, giving her a smile filled with delight as he nears the door. It’s strange how a year ago, she wouldn’t have allowed this behavior at all---but look where they are now. Music has torn their family, but it also brought them together. Mirroring his smile, she walks over to him & pecks him on the forehead for good luck. “ Remember to have fun as well, Teto. It’s not always about winning, but how you feel about it. ”

Nearly out of breath, she holds him tight in his arms. This doesn’t spare him from the incoming reprimand, though, as she begins to interrogate him to the core. “ ¿How many times must I tell you to not wander far from me? Don’t you know how this land works at this point? ” The frustration in her tone had come out of fear; she nearly lost him once, she couldn’t bear thinking about losing him again. He’s frowning at her, hand nervously clutched around his arm, trying to explain his side of the story. He’s truly sorry about it, & he never intended to scare her like that. Anger then soon sinks away, & with a deep breath, she lets go. There’s weariness in her eyes, but she forgives him nonetheless. “ Let’s go home now.... ”

“ Ay, m’ijo. You need to eat more than that. You said you hadn’t eaten all day. ” She has a plate of enchiladas in one hand, & a metal tong in another. He apparently came the moment he was free from obligations, all chores & expectations done for the day. & the moment he comes & stumbles upon her, she promptly asks if he’s eaten dinner yet. His response being no, she doesn’t hesitate to feed him. In the comforts of her home, she prepares him a plate filled with a variety sort of dishes. Even before he eats, she questions if it’s enough, her abuelita habits kicking in. He insists that it’s enough, but a part of her doesn’t believe him. “ You’re a growing chamaco, at your age I expect you to eat well. ” But of course, she won’t give him any if he truly denies it---she only does this because she cares.

She always can make time when it comes to family, especially when said family member is eager to share with her the song he’s working on. There’s doubt in him at first, as if he begins to wonder if he’s ready to play. She could see it in his eyes, & the way he fidgets around the instrument. He wants both of his tatarabuelos to listen to it, actually. So, what else are they suppose to do other than listen? They take a seat & wait for him patiently. In retrospect, she has always listened to her heart & mind, hence why she was blinded by sorrow & anger for so long. It took a few decades to mend such tragedies, but thanks to him, it wasn’t too late. Therefore, she smiles at him, calmly & reassuringly, knowing he can do it. When he strums the guitar, she lovingly supports him through the sound of attentive silence, while hand is placed around her beloved’s.

“ There’s always next year, ” she tells him softly as she strokes his head. The boy seems to not let go, though, & doesn’t take her petal yet. He’s acting as though this is her final year, & both know how far the truth was from it. But she understands his sentiment, & she acts accordingly by letting him stand a little longer. The night is nearly coming to an end, & he needs to go home before his family questions his absence. A sympathetic smile given to him, she gives him a look filled with hope. “ Even if we’re here---we’ll always be with you. & if you do choose to come back next year, we can’t wait to hear what stories & songs you have for us to share. ”

#cantenalcoro #; ❁ I give you my blessing || IC #; ❁ Correo || respuesta #she loves HIM so MUCH

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nwbeerguide · 4 years

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The founders of Valley Growlers partner with Ranch PDX, Tamale Boy, and others to bring a novel concept to Happy Valley.

Settled by Christian and Matilda Deardorff, in the mid-19th century, Happy Valley, Oregon, remains one of Clackamas County’s fastest growing communities. A mere 8 or so miles from Portland, this suburb is your typical escape from the city with its shopping centers, tons of grocery stores, and a mature night light. Maybe this is why Valley Growlers, conceived of by Ami and Brian Shannon, is opening a novel concept in food and beverage there.

WIth a scheduled opening of “this summer” [sic], Ami and Brian Shannon are introducing a multi-use concept featuring local drinks, food, and entertainment from some of the area’s well known restaurateurs.

Starting with Ranch PDX and Tamale Boy, one can expect Detroit-style pies featuring familiar toppings and that trademark crust that is so indicative of Detroit-style. Paired alongside Ranch PDX, Tamale Boy focuses on, naturally, tamales with traditional recipes and enchiladas, posoles, and mole, and burritos. Following this duo, the ownership has conceived of and will open a high-end restaurant for sit down dining, and a craft whiskey lounge lovingly called the Whiskey Barrel Lounge. With each location, a unified concept of offering some of the most innovative brunches in Happy Valley - Bloody Mary and Mimosas included (of course).

“Brian and I envision the destination being somewhere Happy Valley residents can gather to enjoy the Portland vibe of their favorite restaurants, beverages, and entertainment without the Portland traffic or crowds, and all under one roof,” says co-founder Ami Shannon. “We’re excited to provide the great beers, ciders, wines, and cocktails that have made Valley Growlers a community favorite since 2013, but we need our community’s help to make it happen. That’s why we’re launching an IndieGoGo — we want the community to be a part of this, from the ground up.”

About Valley Growlers

An invested part of the Happy Valley community since November 2013, Valley Growlers is especially passionate about two things: beer and people. Their neighborhood tap house — conveniently located in the Happy Valley Town Center on Sunnyside Road at SE 157th St. — is a welcoming spot for relaxation, conversation, and, of course, great beverages. With 42 rotating beers, ciders, wines, and kombucha, there’s always something new to try. For more information about Valley Growlers, visit their website, Facebook, or Instagram.

About Ranch PDX

Ranch PDX, founded by Richard Corey and Eric Wood, began in 2017 as a delivery only pop-up serving their unique pan pizzas to tap rooms in SE Portland via bike and on foot. The pizza quickly became a hit and Ranch now has two brick and mortar locations in Portland, one in Woodlawn in NE and one in Knob Hill in NW. Ranch is known for their crunchy, fluffy, pan pies with a Detroit style crispy cheese crust and classic, high quality toppings, all served with their delicious house-made ranch dressing. Ranch is very excited to be a part of the Valley Public House and bring some delicious new pizza to Happy Valley.”

About Tamale Boy

Jaime Soltero Jr. started Tamale Boy as a catering company in 2008 called Mayahuel Catering. Tamale Boy has evolved into a food truck catering and restaurant business with two Portland brick and mortar locations. Soltero Jr. and his team aim for Tamale Boy to be a fun and approachable dining option that is affordable for everyone. Tamale Boy offers a seasonally changing menu designed to highlight cuisine from various regions throughout Mexico.

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talesofealdancynedom · 3 years

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Virgo and Gemini(in fairy robes); The Wintersleep twins may be smiling, but many tales tell a different story.

Tale 23: Gemini Wintersleep & The Door Boy (chapter 1 - The Welcoming Gardens 1/4 ) part 6. Stories of Wizards

death, abuse

At afternoon tea, the bell of Rosethorn Manor rang. Rah and Amadeus had just returned from school, and were setting up tea in the parlor. It was the end of the week, and thus a half day; Everyone was home early. But they weren’t expecting any guests today.

“Father, don’t answer. I’m to tiered for quests, business, or guests.” Amadeus said.

“As lord of Rosethorn Manor, I suggest you show hospitality. Greeting everyone kindly, is the something me and your mother agreed on. It’s a necessity for running a prestigious household.” Gemini said. They were both having a hard time since Plumba, Amadeus’s mother, died. She’d always been sick, but it still felt like a shock. Amadeus, as her only child, was now in charge of Rosethorn Manor, at the ripe age of sixteen. It would be two years before he could access finances. Luckily, Plumba had all the manor’s services, automatically paid each month; Amadeus only met with his lawyer, and accountant, when necessary. But at the end of the day, Rosethorn Manor was still home.

Everything from packaging and harvesting magic plantsr, was now up to Amadeus. He cared for the magic foliage his vast inherited gardens, and maintained the historical property. The garden was as much family as his uncle, cousin and aunt; As each rare fey had a personality, and was good company. Magic communities around the world prized the gifts of these tree fey, which they received in valuable Rosethorn summoning boxes; Which were used to send and receive gifts form the garden of rarities. Plumba told Amadeus to also give box owners letters, on behalf of the tree children, to make everyone even happier. Tree children love hearing that their gifts are enjoyed. All Amadeus thought was ‘good customer service’. In the end, people paid large sums for even one petal from Rosthorn’s rare collection; Simply to make the most lucrative and useful potions. Contrary to belief, Rosethorn manor was not big and secure because of wealth, but because they needed a property large enough to protect and hold all it’s botanical wonders. Each one was lovingly placed there by The Tree King herself, trusting the bloodline to care for her darlings, who only loved to give. When Plumba died, everyone was sad; including the garden.

Rosethorn’s inner workings, from tree children, to decor and family, are things that made Rosethorn Manor inviting, and special. However, the current residents of Rosethorn manor were not born here; And each had to gone on a journey to enter its walls. Gemini, Amadeus’s father, was no exception. But he still had some authority, as Amadeus was still a minor. He decided to ignore his son’s wishes, and the sanctity of Rosethorn Manor, to greet their guest. Known as the best host in town, and most polite gentleman in Pepperidge, this widower was the local witch. Gemini was the mediator of all the villages magic matters. But it was more then curtesy that made Gemini risk home security. The very reason Gemini was such an adamant host, was now at their doorstep. A boy, from the Far South of Hispania, was standing there. His colours had gone neon peach, and he wore bloodied fairy robes. He had a basket of pink chippers; magic crab apples that create joy when eaten. They are a specialty of The Far South. The boy’s face was expressionless, tiered, and contained a slight smile, and a need to cry. He had a large slash on his face, from a day-old wound.

“Hola Senor; mi nombre es Tauro o El Toro, en casa ala de Mothwing. Eres el maestro Gemini winterleep?” The boy said.

“That is me. Taurus? Do you not know any Anglian?” Gemini said. Gemini’s face was calm, but also contained a slight aura of fear. Like he was looking into a warped mirror of himself. Gemini hadn’t heard his first language, since he left home.

“Yes, but I can’t speak it well.” Taurus replied in his native language. He shook his head mechanically. His voice was monotone, with a slight up beat; Making his words sound cheerful, and empty.

“No worries. We’ll give you some first aid and food. My son is the master of this house, and may give you a place to stay; If you can tell us why you’re here.” Gemini said, unlocking the front gate. Taurus gave him a big kiss and smile, and then calmly walked to the mansion. Gemini laughed a little. That’s how he used to say hello to people he was close to as a hild. He remembered trying hard to unlearn it, to adjust to Grand West customs.

Gemini immigrated to the Grand West, for his witch apprenticeship. The only international opening at the time, was in Pepperidge. Gemini worked hard on his Anglian, and wizardry classes, to qualify for crossing The Southland borders. He wanted a job far from his home city, and abusive twin brother. Once in Pepperidge, Gemini’s witch mentor teased him by assigning him the task of getting Plumba out of Rosethorn manor. Her parents died in a trin derail. The small community missed her joyful presence, as much her parents.

Plumba was well loved by Pepperidge. It wasn’t even her money, fey garden, or snazzy parties; Plumba was genuinely everyone’s friend, and the local apothecary. Hearing this, Gemini agreed and clumsily managed to work the door bell, making a fool of himself. Endeared by a fresh face struggling to say hello, Plumba humored Gemini, and eventually let him inside Rosethorn Manor. There, he helped Plumba get through her mourning period. She thought he was funny. That was a lie; They both felt alone, and enjoyed each others company and cooking. But they still fell in love. Soon, Plumba would greet her friends again, and support her community. Gemini was allowed to live on the manor, and be an excellent host to anyone who visited. They were Pepperidge’s favourite magic couple. Once Gemini finished his apprenticeship, his master retired, and Gemini was elected to the position by the local wizards.

As Taurus caused memories to return, Gemini started to get a sneaking suspicion as to why Taurus was here. The rest of the family stayed quiet, having no clue what was going on. While they had tea, Rah sang Taurus a healing spell, and cleaned his face; But there would still be a scar. The bandage across his cheeks, was both adorable and sad. The silence persisted. Like they were all in their own thoughts. Taurus had stirred the waters. Amadeus went for his enchanted dusk nap, and Gemini went to the attic to browse old photo albums of his family. Tchichi, Rah’s mother, was in her bedroom, looking at the wall as if she had seen a ghost, before sobbing uncontrollably. Rah, Amadeus’s cousin, was singing to the garden; Its radiance was audible from every inch of the house. Taurus was in the kitchen, making a homestyle feast, fit for the houses of Torres de Calendulas: the capital magic forest city of The Far South.

At dinner, which was lovingly prepared so late that Amadeus could attend, was on a perfectly set table. Taurus said ‘please enjoy’, in that same cheerful emotionless tone. He was like a doll, or puppet. Even without makeup and fairy robes. As the family ate, Amadeus and Rah noticed Taurus wasn’t joining them. Taurus had taken a stool by the wall, and started cranking a box. It was brightly coloured, and soon started playing a complicated tune, that one might hear at a circus. Gemini silently ate his dinner, which reassured everyone to finish their plates as well.

“Father. Why does he crank that music box? I want to thank him for cooking.” Amadeus inquired.

“Finishing is thanking. I cannot answer your question until diner is done.” Gemini said. He turned to Tchichi, who gazed at Taurus like she had seen him before, or he remined her of something.

“Mother, why do you look at him like that? I think he looks charming; he seems very nice.” Rah said. Tchichi did not answer. Her mouth was full of cheese. The enchiladas were excellent, but somehow felt bitter.

After dinner, Gemini got everyone to go back to the parlor. Usually, Rah would do the dishes, thus him and Amadeus were most perplexed. They wondered why they were hastily shuffled to another room. They peered around the corner, and watched Taurus do the dishes. He was short, and thus on a stool, and handled each dish like a precious artifact. He hummed a happy tune, in a listless sort of way. When the last dish was finished, Amadeus and Rah watched Taurus wipe his hands, take off his apron, and sit at the table. Staring into nothingness.

“Is he done? Is he sitting at the table?” Gemini asked. Amadeus nodded yes. That seemed like a very specific thing for him to ask.

Gemini went into the kitchen, got a singular slice of white bread from the freezer, put it in the toaster, got some berry jam and butter, then put the completed toast on a plate. Gemini put it in front of Taurus. Taurus ate it as if it was the greatest gift he had ever received. Amadeus, though living in luxury and wealth, had met many people of various incomes; And non of them loved jammed toast that much. Just as unusual, was his father’s despondent expression. The insinuation of neglect, sunk into Rah and Amadeus’s bones. they were shocked by possibly living such a strict life, that one does everything perfectly, and hopes to be rewarded with toast. The fact Gemini knew what to do, led Amadeus to conclude his father was sad, because he could empathize.

“Mixed berry was my favourite too.” Gemini said, kneeling to Taurus’s side. Taurus had a tears on his face. His facade of joy, turned into a cracking dam.

“What did you come here to tell us? Why were you seeking me?” Gemini continued, using Modern Hispanian so his son wouldn’t overhear.

“Ellas me dijeron que puedes hablas Hispania, Gemini.” Taurus sniffed. “Necesito un traductor, para decir que Atlas viene por el Rey Mago.” He whimpered. Then the door bell rang again.

“I think you may want to answer that, if you care about your friend Morgan.” Gemini said to Amadeus.

“Tell me what is going on! No one can sleep knowing that creepy boy is in the house! We do not need more guests; ‘El Toro’ is enough for tonight.” Amadeus snapped. Rah put his hand on Amadeus’s shoulder; Rah knew Hispanian. Like Tchichi and Gemini, Rah wasn’t born in Pepperidge.

“I think you should listen to him.” Rah whispered.

“Listen to him, Rah!” Amadeus gestured to Taurus. “I am uncomfortable with this stranger under my roof. None of us know him!”

“Well, I might…” Tchitchi said nervously.

NEXT--->

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hortensia-cullen · 3 years

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“Thank you, sweetheart...” Mildred gasps out once they take a moment to catch their breaths. “It’s the best one I’ve ever had, and we’re not even eating yet!”

Mildred squeezes her hand and looks down bashfully. “Oh, Gwen, you don’t have to-“

She gets out of bed. “I want to...but only if it’s okay with you, of course.”

“Why?” Mildred looks at her, puzzled.

The light feeling blossoms within Gwendolyn. “That sounds delicious! What did you want to do for the rest of the day?”

“Take a stroll along the beach, then a picnic for lunch...fine dining tonight complete with margaritas, and cake, of course!” Mildred responds cheerfully.

“Oh, what a wonderful plan!” Gwendolyn sighs happily as she takes Mildred in. “My goodness, I love waking up next to such beauty every morning, and such a kind hearted soul!”

“As do I, my darling.”

“Isn’t that my pet name for you?” Gwendolyn teases her.

Mildred swats at her playfully.

“You’re very welcome, dear!” Gwendolyn sets it in her lap and takes a spot beside her. They share a hot, open-mouthed kiss before starting to eat their meal and sip their drinks.

Gwendolyn makes a noise of surprise. “Oh, darling, hello, I didn’t hear you arrive.” She turns in Mildred’s embrace and hugs her back.

“I’m sorry that I frightened you. My footsteps aren’t very loud.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Gwendolyn assures her. She gives Mildred a fond peck on the lips and her blue eyes stare lovingly into Mildred’s brown eyes.

Mildred grins at her love and twirls her fingers around the blonde, messy tendrils that frame Gwendolyn’s beautiful face. “I know...it’s just a habit.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. So do you!”

“Your compliment is much appreciated, but I’m going to take a shower, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too,” Mildred responds, beaming with joy.

Mildred chuckles. “Absolutely glamorous!”

“Thank you!”

“I couldn’t agree with you more!”

Gwendolyn helps Mildred into her coat and then puts her own on. She holds her hand out for Mildred to take. “Shall we go, princess?”

Mildred grabs it. “Yes, my girl.”

Mildred nods and she’s smiling so hard that her cheeks hurt. “It’s beautiful...but it hardly compares with how pretty you are.”

Gwendolyn’s eyes sparkle like sapphires as she grins. “My darling, you’re too sweet.”

The brunette shakes her head. “No, that would be you.” She kneels down and lays out a red and white checkered blanket. “This spot is lovely, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s getting chilly,” Gwendolyn agrees. “Let’s get to that restaurant!”

“Okay!” Mildred says excitedly.

“Thank you for such a wonderful day,” Mildred tells her softly.

“You’re welcome, but it isn’t over yet,” Gwendolyn murmurs, winking at her. “Hey...isn’t every day splendid with me?” she teases.

“Of course it is!”

They both giggle in harmony.

“Happy birthday, dear Mildred, happy birthday to you!” she finishes crooning.

Smiling, Gwendolyn takes a picture of a beaming Mildred with her cake. “The pleasure is mine, my sweetest darling girl. Now, make a wish!”

“Don’t tell me, or it won’t come true!” Gwendolyn warns her.

Mildred smirks. “Yeah, I better not.”

The younger woman squeals, holding up her elegant diamond necklace. “Oh my! Gwen…thank you.”

“My pleasure. Can I help you put it on?”

“I’m glad you love it, sweetheart.” Gwendolyn hugs her from behind and Mildred returns the gesture. “Would you like to dance?”

“Sure, but...there’s no music playing.”

Their arms wrapped around each other, they kiss over and over again without abandon.

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nolimitsongrace · 4 years

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November 28: The Peace of God

The Peace of GodNovember 28, 2019

Be careful for nothing: but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your request be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. — Philippians 4:6,7

When our TV ministry first began in the former USSR, we needed low-hanging, directional lights for our studio. Our staff was inexperienced, but they were all we had, so I sent them out to search for lights we could use to illuminate the studio where we were going to be filming our TV programs. With great delight, they returned with 40 big lights that they were sure would work to light up the studio. For a week, the staff members carefully hung the lights in place and tested them. After being satisfied that the lights were exactly what we needed, they said, “OK, now we can begin to film new TV programs!”

I was excited that the studio was so well lit and that the low-hanging lights looked so professional. But our studio had no air-conditioning, which made the room very hot. To stay cool, I wore a dress shirt, tie, and suit jacket from the waist up — and from the waist down, I wore shorts and put each leg into a big bucket of cool water in an effort to cool down while we were filming. Even with my legs submerged in that water, sweat would pour from my brow, and I would have to wipe my forehead the whole time we filmed. However, on this particular day, it felt especially hot — much hotter than usual.

After two hours of non-stop filming under those 40 lights, I felt very hot, so I took my legs out of the buckets, untied my tie, unbuttoned my top shirt, and went outside to get some fresh air. When I walked into the edit suite where the producers were working, they were trying to adjust the colors on the camera, because my skin looked so red on the monitors. They twisted this knob and that knob, trying to get the color to look right. They were so focused on what they were looking at on the monitors that they never actually looked at me! Eventually I heard them say, “We think we’ve got it fixed. So, Rick, why don’t you head back into the studio, and let’s film more programs.”

*[If you started reading this from your email, begin reading here.]

Once I resumed filming, I didn’t stop again until I had filmed a total of eight hours of TV programs that day. It was a personal record for the most TV programs I had ever filmed in a single day.

But this time when I walked out of the studio, the producers looked at me to congratulate me for completing such a successful day. When they saw me, they gasped. It was at that moment they realized the 40 lights they were so proud of — that I had been sitting in front of for eight hours — were sunlamps! My face was severely burned and red beyond imagination. Try to imagine what you would look like if you sat in front of 40 sunlamps for eight hours! To make matters worse, I had been sitting in shorts with my legs in two buckets of water, and the radiation from those lamps literally scorched my legs. But the worst of all was what happened to my eyes — I could hardly see because my eyes were so burned. And every time I blinked, it felt like shredded pieces of glass were being dragged across my eyes.

At that time, pharmaceutical products were scarce in the former Soviet Union, so there were no medications or ointments to put on my burnt body. Instead, a local doctor recommended that I be covered in sour cream and that I then be tightly wrapped in plastic, like Saran Wrap, to keep the moisture trapped around my body! So I lay on the couch as Denise and her helpers literally doused me from head to toe in sour cream, and then had me roll over and over so the plastic would tightly stretch around me. My arms were trapped under the plastic; my legs were bound; I was immovable. I remember telling Denise that I felt like a huge enchilada!

Hour by hour, the pain increased all over my face and legs — every place that had been exposed to the 40 sunlamps. I cried because of the horrible pain in my eyes every time I blinked. We called a doctor in the United States who warned that it was possible I would wake up blind the next morning because I had spent eight straight hours looking directly into 40 sunlamps. Fear tried to grip my heart. Denise lovingly stayed right at my side the entire night to comfort me because of the pain that wracked my body. The pain in my eyes was especially horrific. Denise comforted me and reassured me that I would be able to see and that, by the grace of God, we were going to get through this horrific ordeal!

That night I shuddered with pain every time I blinked, and fear kept trying to sink its talons into my mind. So to fight against that fear, I decided to meditate on Philippians 4:6,7. When the pain raged through my eyes, I would quote this verse and focus on the promise of God instead of my excruciating condition. I probably quietly spoke that passage to myself hundreds of times that night as I released all my faith that my eyes would be all right, regardless of the pain that tormented me throughout that seemingly endless night.

The first verse of this passage, Philippians 4:6, tells us not to worry about anything. It reads, “Be careful for nothing: but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your request be made known unto God.” Honestly, it took all of my determination that night not to worry about my eyes.

But the verse commands us to present our supplications and requests to God with thanksgiving and to leave worry behind. So that night I cried out to God and made my request known, asking for my eyesight. Hour after hour, I expressed thanksgiving to the Lord and did my best to praise Him from a grateful, thankful heart in spite of the pain. Denise prayed with me and helped me keep giving thanks to God through the night.

I wish that I could tell you that night was my last experience with sour cream and plastic, but the doctor recommended that I continue this treatment over the course of a few more days. As I lay trapped in that plastic during those long days — smelling like sour cream and suffering from tremendous pain all over my eyes, face, hands, and legs — I especially focused on God’s promise in Philippians 4:7. This verse specifically held me in peace during that difficult time, and it has done so again and again throughout the years as I’ve continued to walk with Jesus. Verse 7 says, “And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”

The word “peace” is the Greek word eirene — a powerful, often-used word in the New Testament that describes tranquility experienced after the cessation of war. It conveys the idea that the conflict is over; the war is finished; victory is achieved; and it is time for tranquility and rest. I had already expressed my supplications and thanksgiving to God, so it was time for me to rest in the fact that the battle for my sight was won. Since I had fulfilled the conditions of verse 7, I rested and allowed tranquility to come over me, and that tranquility ministered “peace” to my soul when I desperately needed it.

As I experienced this peace of God, it spoke to me far louder than the pain. Inwardly I knew that the battle for my eyes was over and that they were going to be all right. And just as verse 7 promises, “the peace that passeth understanding” began to “keep” my heart and mind.

The word “passeth” is a form of the word huperecho, which denotes something that is superior or surpassing. Because nothing compares to it, it is in a category of its very own. Furthermore, because this Greek word is a participle, we know that the peace of God expresses itself in us continuously. Thus, when I claimed peace in my situation, it began to continuously work in my heart and soul.

The word “understanding” is a translation of the Greek phrase panta noun, which literally means all understanding. It encompasses everything connected to the mind or reason. God’s peace surpasses all reasoning, all understanding, and all thoughts that enter and work through the mind. This means that even though my mind screamed pain, God’s peace surpassed its vehement voice and enabled me to hear His healing words.

Paul concludes verse 7 by saying “…The peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” The word “keep” is the Greek word phroureo, which means to guard. However, it specifically referred to soldiers whose mission was to stand guard at the gate of a city to decide who was permitted inside. They had the power to decide who entered and who was restricted from entering the city. The word “heart” is kardia, which describes the center of a person from which thoughts and affections flow, and “mind” is noema, the Greek word for thoughts.

When you take this entire picture conveyed in verse 7 into consideration, we see that the peace of God stands like a guard at the entrance to our hearts, affections, and thoughts. If we allow peace to work, it will say “yes” to healthy, positive thoughts that want to enter those “gates” to our lives. But if something negative, detrimental, or destructive wants to enter our hearts, affections, and thoughts, the peace of God acts as a guard to block it from gaining access inside us. Thus, the peace of God acts as a sentinel of our hearts and minds.

As I recovered from my 8-hour encounter with 40 sunlamps, scary, fear-filled thoughts tried to enter my heart and mind. But when I claimed Philippians 4:6 and 7, the peace of God stood at the door to my heart and mind and refused to allow negativity and fear to enter my heart, The peace of God — the guard to my heart and mind — threw open the gates for a positive, healing influence. As a result, I recovered completely.

If you find yourself in a difficult position, and fearful thoughts try to enter your mind and emotions to create havoc, be quick to apply Philippians 4:6,7 to your situation. Very simply, do the three requirements laid out in verse 6:

Refuse to worry.

Let your requests be made known unto God by prayer and supplication.

Express thanksgiving — because heartfelt thankfulness is a powerful force to lift you up!

As you fulfill these conditions, God will go to work to perform His promise in verse 7.

The peace of God will go to work for you, producing supernatural tranquility and rest for your soul.

That peace will surpass any other thoughts that are trying to make you fearful.

That peace will act as a guard to prevent wrong thoughts from entering your heart, mind, and emotions — and it will throw open the door for positive, faith-filled thoughts to find entrance to your mind as well!

Philippians 4:6,7 is a very powerful passage of Scripture. If you’ll fulfill the conditions of verse 6, God will be faithful to fulfill His promise to you in verse 7. So if you need a measure of peace in your life, you can assuredly know that God is anxiously waiting to fulfill His promises to you and to all those whose lives you touch. Just allow the grace of God to touch you today, and watch how He strengthens you as you shake off the chains of anxious, negative thinking!

MY PRAYER FOR TODAY

Father, I thank You for Philippians 4:6,7. Starting today, I ask You to help me fulfill the conditions in verse 6. And as I do, I expect You by faith to start performing the promise in verse 7 on my behalf. I thank You that Your peace will bring tranquility and rest to my soul and serve as a sentinel to prohibit detrimental, damaging, and negative thoughts from entering my heart. Jesus fought the battle for me; the war is won; and now it’s time for peace to express its full power in me!

I pray this in Jesus’ name!

MY CONFESSION FOR TODAY

I boldly confess that I refuse to worry as I let my requests be made known unto God. I give God thanks for working in my life. As a result, I will experience the peace of God, and it will work for me to produce supernatural tranquility and rest for my soul. That peace will surpass any thoughts, which are trying to make me fearful. That peace will act as a guard to keep wrong thoughts from entering my heart — and it will throw open the door for positive, faith-filled thoughts to find entrance instead.

I declare this by faith in Jesus’ name!

QUESTIONS FOR YOU TO CONSIDER

Can you remember a moment in your life when fearful thoughts assailed your heart and mind, but after prayer, the peace of God brought tranquility and rest to your soul?

Do you know any individuals who are struggling and need the encouragement found in this Sparkling Gem? If you really care about them, why not share it with them and let it strengthen them for the fight they are in?

Does peace or anxiety rule you? If you tend to be tossed about by anxiety, I want to tell you emphatically that the peace of God is the best medication for the Ask God today to let His peace that passes understanding go to work in your heart, mind, and emotions!

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